Marriages...are 'settled' in heaven. And we, the mortals just get it registered formally, by paying the registration fee....I mean by throwing a generous feast to kinsmen.But believe me, it isnt that simple as it sounds to be...specially in India and that too particularly in north and to be specific, in our community!!! It is so, because we are very sentimental about "marriage proceedings"..the muhurat, the wedding customs, the groomside's marriage procession and ...and....of course FOOD!! We love food, and more than that we love gossip !! And these two make a deadly combo...Hence we ll restrict our monolouge about this most vital and talked about scene of brideside's sponsored film !!!
In fact, earlier I felt reluctant to go to parties because people used to play, "pehchan kaun" and I could never enjoy it. But then, the variety you get at such ceremonies is simply amazing...oops.. I mean people not food!! So, once I went to such a party with Dad. And the time we entered, another Dad-son duo entered with us. And by the time we wrapped up Hi-hello with the hosts and other relatives, my other counterpart returned with a victorious smile to his Dad saying, "Dad, I have completed one round of all stalls, you better start with Chaat, its better than rest". And he went for second round after giving updates. And his father twitched his moustaches and proudly declared to my Dad,"my son !", as if it was not known to us. My father looked at me and I understood by that gaze that I had let him down momentarily, but I couldnt help it then! I am also a foodaholic but I dont know why, my appetite vanishes the moment I enter a marriage hall !
However, one thing that I have realised is, the success or failure of a marriage...I mean event, depends solely on the pursuasiveness of the feast organised during marriage. The hosts pay utmost attention and take breath taking tension...but what to do, so many people, and too many dialogues...
Some excerpts:
Polite..1."Food is good..but..could have been better.."(If you ask how? please dont expect any genuine answer..it could be like, may be the hosts arent that enthusiastic about this marriage..)And a gentlemen would spend lacs of bucks without being enthusiastic...is out ofquestion, simple..!
2."You know yesterday I went to a party and the food was awesome..." And when you ask about present one..."hhmm.."and the eyballs roll like gulabjamun in empty plate, which is enough to narrate the whole story.
Moderate..1."In the marriage of bride's elder sister, food was too good...but this time I guess caterers havent been paid generously.."(And you bet, same gentleman would have had same opinion about earlier marriage party too).
2.The food is good but the salad looks stale...looks like it was the first one to be prepared.
And my favorites,the funny ones...
1."This Gulabjamun isnt soft...an aunty says,(and mind you this is her 5th-trial-verdict, for the softness of the sweet..), quite fair on her part, isnt it ??
2."I dont feel like eating but Chintu doesnt eats without sharing with me", an elderly lady claims gulping a big Golgappa(brought to you(her) by Chintu). Innocent Chintu...pre-conditioned at home to do so, was sharing his kill without will..
3."This Chaat is too spicy...sss...aah(eyes, nose, mouth all wet in unison) but the "never say die" attitude...thats what makes us special ! Right ??
But, however, yet, still, these very things contribute to the making of a big fat Indian wedding, about which you can talk, discuss, comment and laugh endlessly...And thats the real food we yearn for, isnt it ???
27 December, 2008
09 September, 2008
Campus Live!
"Wake up man...wake up"!! Somebody was trying to detach me from my beloved bed and that too on a Sunday morning, not at all acceptable. And despite the fact that everybody knows in my home, I get really wild if provoked while asleep. I was trying to hide under the pillow, the bed sheet but to no effect. The intruder was determined to get me out of my den. Thats it....now taste the bitter revenge was all I thought before shouting..."GET LOST". But to my dismay, instead of him backing off, I got a tight slap, enough to wake even a dead body in grave. My hangover(of sleep ofcourse) had already fled through the window of eyes and I could see my college friend in rage and my family smiling as if enjoying my plight.
"Its already late you Idiot", Ram shouted. Instead of listening to my morning hymns of Atif Aslam, I had to bear the unpleasant brunt of Ram."Don't you remember, today is entrance test for a software company??", Ram continued. "So, you have disturbed me for that. You said that they do not need Mech guys, didn't you?", it was my turn now. "I was kidding, here is your admit card, now get ready real fast...", I could hear the urgency in his voice, so I did not continue the combat.
I got ready within 15 minutes, my best lap time since a long while. That is an advantage if you are a hydrophobic person, and I behave as one, once a week, ok..ok...relax, twice in a week..fine! We took blessings of Mom and Dad and scolding of my elder sis, since we were hijacking her scootret because as usual, my bike was too thirsty to reach the nearest petrol pump. We reached our destination, an engineering college on the outskirts of city. By the time we reached, I had my breakfast on the scootret itself, as Ram was uttering all the curses he had ever heard in my ears sitting at backseat.
I had never been to such a mass gathering with students flocking from all over the city. Ram was searching for the information help desk and I was looking for some other help desk, which can only be searched at such places. But before, my search could have delivered some matching results, Ram intervened. Our test was scheduled in the next 15 mins, so we rushed for the respective examination hall. Everybody looked so tense, as if it were their last chance to get a job. On the contrary, I was relaxed because I knew what was bound to happen. Even if I cleared the test, I would be kicked out saying,"you belong to a different domain".
However, to my delight, the duration of test was 30 mins only. It was too little a time to get bored. After the test, I came out to see the post-test side-effects. Everyone were discussing their performance and speculating the cut-off. Some people were boasting of their approach and some could be seen dissatisfied. Ram and I belonged to neither of these categories. We were too hungry to get into such discussions. So we headed for the canteen and started filling our starved bellies. After another 2 hours of crowd browsing and "face of the day" search, we joined students in the amphitheater for the results of the Aptitude test. Roll numbers were called causing tides of smiles and frowning in the mass. I was busy asking for parties from people selected and consoling friends who missed the bus. I was waiting for call for Ram, since he is from Computer Science and it was a software firm. But we were shocked, when the announcer bypassed his roll no. I proposed exit but Ram insisted to wait till my roll call. I argued that it was a waste of time, but he insisted. And it was fortunate that we waited, I was short-listed.... What a dilemma, I was not sure whether to feel happy for myself or feel sad for Ram. Although Ram made it easy by announcing a treat for me but I was feeling guilty deep inside....
The next day, I was going alone for subsequent rounds without Ram at the back seat. But that is the irony of life, you cannot have sweets in both hands at the same time and even if you have, I bet you would not be able to eat even one of them, because somebody would snatch it from you ... Anyways, I reached the scheduled venue. Although the number of students had decreased but still enough to get lost in the crowd. So, I decided to find a company to kill the time till the next round, i.e. Group Discussion. I had heard that in GD, people discuss some topic to the extent, it transforms into quarrel. My college mates were preparing for the same. Some had dived deep in books, some took shelter in news-papers. And I, not sure what to do, joined a group discussing yesterday's match.
I hadn't had any preparation but just one strategy, to join a group consisting of people whom I considered dumb enough to dominate the GD. But shrewd mind and bad luck is a deadly combination... and so instead of jumping to and fro, I got into a group of ferocious orators, in short... threats to me. We were sent to a small room, with 6 chairs arranged in a circular fashion. I took a chair adjacent to relatively weak opponents. I had made a back up plan till then and that was, as soon as the coordinator would say the word,"Go", I would have a bite into the topic and threw the flesh for others to fight. But again.... I lost the opportunity. Thats it, one, two...just when the third guy was about to start, I snatched the words from his mouth. Haah...I thought I had secured myself. And to top the cake with cherry, I concluded the discussion and.....done!
Now, the last nail in the coffin, the Interview. After group discussion, all my mech-mates had departed. I was the Last Samurai, who had to fight for the honour against the odds. I was sitting there, watching IT guys churning pages of dot.net, java and what not. Elex people were busy with their Antennae and transistors and me.....I knew, the panel would not even know the M of Mechanical Engineering. So he would have to believe whatever I say, and that was my only chance..if at all!
Small chairs enough to accomodate 3, were arranged outside the interview rooms. I was sitting there.....I dont know why, but I get strange notions when I should feel the heat and panic. This time, I was feeling like a patient sitting outside Doctors cabin, waiting for my turn and tell him my ailments. I could see others going in tensed and coming out sometimes relieved and sometimes vulnerable. The girl sitting beside me was from the host college. So I thought of teasing her since she had bright chances of getting selected, but she seemed to be more engrossed in biting nails, then responding to my sarcasm. However, the other neighbor smiled at my effort and struck conversation.To my surprise, he was also from Mech and had to be interviewed before me. He was also unperturbed like me and was ready for any challenge thrown at him. I guess it is an inherent quality or a silly virtue that comes being a mech student.
Anyways, he went in and came back in just 10 minutes, a new record till then and that too with a smile. It was not evident whether he would make it or not but he had fun, that was for sure. Now it was my turn, but I did not get the call. I sat there waiting for another half an hour. Others came, went in and get back. But I was fixed there as if to company chairs. Thats it, I stood up and inquired for the delay because my plastic smile was decaying. And that was then, I was told that my documents were missing. And I sighed a breathe of relief. Unusual right??? but actually with me it is not. In fact if things are going smooth, I get worried. Thats how it goes with me! It was around 8'o clock in the evening, when I was called in.
I greeted the person occupying the chair on the opposite side of the table, a middle aged person in his late forties. He was turning pages of my credentials and when he returned back from his journey, he turned to me."What do you know about computers?". "I know many things but in bits and pieces.", was all I replied. The score became 0 for 1 wicket. "Do you know C, C++?", was his next question. Although I knew on conceptual level, I knew it was a trap inviting further bouncers. And so I gambled making a sad face in a implicit No.The score became 0 for 2 wickets. I knew I could be given out, but I did not want to stretch the ordeal longer. I was waiting for his final words, "Thanks, you may go now." But whats this....he said," Tell me about your final year project." I didn't expect this....a half volley and that too in the last overs of the match. I was onto it in a fraction of seconds to take the score to 330/2. I explained him all the details and tried to seek the expression in his eyes. But he was an experienced player, he did not gave even the slightest hint of his opinion.
Although it seemed ages when I had been inside but friends outside told me, I was the new record holder with less then 5 mins duration of interview. It meant just two things either I had done exceptionally well or miserably wrong. Then we had to wait for another 3 hours to listen to our fate, first job or a new search. Everybody was exhausted of day long activity but the hope of getting a job was keeping them alive. The night had fallen over and the stars were all eyes as if waiting for our result. I made many new friends and discussed almost all the topics under the moon, ranging from canteen's samosa to director's corsa. But still there was no end to our anxiety. In fact, a girl and a guy, one of my acquaintances had taken almost 30 rounds of the square building in just one hour! He was having the time of his life when we were dying of anxiety. I prayed to God to end his verbal honeymoon and to Satan for his exclusion and inclusion of the girl and myself. After all, she was one of the few pretty faces of our college. But I never got the chance to talk to her. And today, although I tried to strike the conversation chord, she did not respond as per my liking. And thats quite obvious, anybody would choose to concentrate on interview rather than on a stranger. Since she played being the anybody, I had to play nobody for her! So in her quest for job, I got the jab.
However, at last we all were called in. A formal speech of thanks and suggestions for the people who were not shortlisted preceded the results. We were clinching hands of each other....eagerly
waiting. Smiles, tears, hugs and applauds. Amidst all the turbulence, my ears were waiting to hear the roll no. that could change the course of my life. Already 30 people were selected, so my chances were pretty less, but you never know... "Shalab Chaturvedi", did I hear my name??? my friends turned towards me....yes, I did....! What an emotion...what a feel....no words could describe what was going through my mind. Was I happy, surprised, shocked ??? I was not able to decide. I had made it......just 5 mech guys in selected 67 and I was one of them! But the funny part of it was, some IT people were looking at me in such disgust as if I had snatched their bread.. and in a way, that was true also.
And yes, I hate Satan since then, he heard me but not properly. The girl did not get selected but the guy. He is my room mate now!
"Its already late you Idiot", Ram shouted. Instead of listening to my morning hymns of Atif Aslam, I had to bear the unpleasant brunt of Ram."Don't you remember, today is entrance test for a software company??", Ram continued. "So, you have disturbed me for that. You said that they do not need Mech guys, didn't you?", it was my turn now. "I was kidding, here is your admit card, now get ready real fast...", I could hear the urgency in his voice, so I did not continue the combat.
I got ready within 15 minutes, my best lap time since a long while. That is an advantage if you are a hydrophobic person, and I behave as one, once a week, ok..ok...relax, twice in a week..fine! We took blessings of Mom and Dad and scolding of my elder sis, since we were hijacking her scootret because as usual, my bike was too thirsty to reach the nearest petrol pump. We reached our destination, an engineering college on the outskirts of city. By the time we reached, I had my breakfast on the scootret itself, as Ram was uttering all the curses he had ever heard in my ears sitting at backseat.
I had never been to such a mass gathering with students flocking from all over the city. Ram was searching for the information help desk and I was looking for some other help desk, which can only be searched at such places. But before, my search could have delivered some matching results, Ram intervened. Our test was scheduled in the next 15 mins, so we rushed for the respective examination hall. Everybody looked so tense, as if it were their last chance to get a job. On the contrary, I was relaxed because I knew what was bound to happen. Even if I cleared the test, I would be kicked out saying,"you belong to a different domain".
However, to my delight, the duration of test was 30 mins only. It was too little a time to get bored. After the test, I came out to see the post-test side-effects. Everyone were discussing their performance and speculating the cut-off. Some people were boasting of their approach and some could be seen dissatisfied. Ram and I belonged to neither of these categories. We were too hungry to get into such discussions. So we headed for the canteen and started filling our starved bellies. After another 2 hours of crowd browsing and "face of the day" search, we joined students in the amphitheater for the results of the Aptitude test. Roll numbers were called causing tides of smiles and frowning in the mass. I was busy asking for parties from people selected and consoling friends who missed the bus. I was waiting for call for Ram, since he is from Computer Science and it was a software firm. But we were shocked, when the announcer bypassed his roll no. I proposed exit but Ram insisted to wait till my roll call. I argued that it was a waste of time, but he insisted. And it was fortunate that we waited, I was short-listed.... What a dilemma, I was not sure whether to feel happy for myself or feel sad for Ram. Although Ram made it easy by announcing a treat for me but I was feeling guilty deep inside....
The next day, I was going alone for subsequent rounds without Ram at the back seat. But that is the irony of life, you cannot have sweets in both hands at the same time and even if you have, I bet you would not be able to eat even one of them, because somebody would snatch it from you ... Anyways, I reached the scheduled venue. Although the number of students had decreased but still enough to get lost in the crowd. So, I decided to find a company to kill the time till the next round, i.e. Group Discussion. I had heard that in GD, people discuss some topic to the extent, it transforms into quarrel. My college mates were preparing for the same. Some had dived deep in books, some took shelter in news-papers. And I, not sure what to do, joined a group discussing yesterday's match.
I hadn't had any preparation but just one strategy, to join a group consisting of people whom I considered dumb enough to dominate the GD. But shrewd mind and bad luck is a deadly combination... and so instead of jumping to and fro, I got into a group of ferocious orators, in short... threats to me. We were sent to a small room, with 6 chairs arranged in a circular fashion. I took a chair adjacent to relatively weak opponents. I had made a back up plan till then and that was, as soon as the coordinator would say the word,"Go", I would have a bite into the topic and threw the flesh for others to fight. But again.... I lost the opportunity. Thats it, one, two...just when the third guy was about to start, I snatched the words from his mouth. Haah...I thought I had secured myself. And to top the cake with cherry, I concluded the discussion and.....done!
Now, the last nail in the coffin, the Interview. After group discussion, all my mech-mates had departed. I was the Last Samurai, who had to fight for the honour against the odds. I was sitting there, watching IT guys churning pages of dot.net, java and what not. Elex people were busy with their Antennae and transistors and me.....I knew, the panel would not even know the M of Mechanical Engineering. So he would have to believe whatever I say, and that was my only chance..if at all!
Small chairs enough to accomodate 3, were arranged outside the interview rooms. I was sitting there.....I dont know why, but I get strange notions when I should feel the heat and panic. This time, I was feeling like a patient sitting outside Doctors cabin, waiting for my turn and tell him my ailments. I could see others going in tensed and coming out sometimes relieved and sometimes vulnerable. The girl sitting beside me was from the host college. So I thought of teasing her since she had bright chances of getting selected, but she seemed to be more engrossed in biting nails, then responding to my sarcasm. However, the other neighbor smiled at my effort and struck conversation.To my surprise, he was also from Mech and had to be interviewed before me. He was also unperturbed like me and was ready for any challenge thrown at him. I guess it is an inherent quality or a silly virtue that comes being a mech student.
Anyways, he went in and came back in just 10 minutes, a new record till then and that too with a smile. It was not evident whether he would make it or not but he had fun, that was for sure. Now it was my turn, but I did not get the call. I sat there waiting for another half an hour. Others came, went in and get back. But I was fixed there as if to company chairs. Thats it, I stood up and inquired for the delay because my plastic smile was decaying. And that was then, I was told that my documents were missing. And I sighed a breathe of relief. Unusual right??? but actually with me it is not. In fact if things are going smooth, I get worried. Thats how it goes with me! It was around 8'o clock in the evening, when I was called in.
I greeted the person occupying the chair on the opposite side of the table, a middle aged person in his late forties. He was turning pages of my credentials and when he returned back from his journey, he turned to me."What do you know about computers?". "I know many things but in bits and pieces.", was all I replied. The score became 0 for 1 wicket. "Do you know C, C++?", was his next question. Although I knew on conceptual level, I knew it was a trap inviting further bouncers. And so I gambled making a sad face in a implicit No.The score became 0 for 2 wickets. I knew I could be given out, but I did not want to stretch the ordeal longer. I was waiting for his final words, "Thanks, you may go now." But whats this....he said," Tell me about your final year project." I didn't expect this....a half volley and that too in the last overs of the match. I was onto it in a fraction of seconds to take the score to 330/2. I explained him all the details and tried to seek the expression in his eyes. But he was an experienced player, he did not gave even the slightest hint of his opinion.
Although it seemed ages when I had been inside but friends outside told me, I was the new record holder with less then 5 mins duration of interview. It meant just two things either I had done exceptionally well or miserably wrong. Then we had to wait for another 3 hours to listen to our fate, first job or a new search. Everybody was exhausted of day long activity but the hope of getting a job was keeping them alive. The night had fallen over and the stars were all eyes as if waiting for our result. I made many new friends and discussed almost all the topics under the moon, ranging from canteen's samosa to director's corsa. But still there was no end to our anxiety. In fact, a girl and a guy, one of my acquaintances had taken almost 30 rounds of the square building in just one hour! He was having the time of his life when we were dying of anxiety. I prayed to God to end his verbal honeymoon and to Satan for his exclusion and inclusion of the girl and myself. After all, she was one of the few pretty faces of our college. But I never got the chance to talk to her. And today, although I tried to strike the conversation chord, she did not respond as per my liking. And thats quite obvious, anybody would choose to concentrate on interview rather than on a stranger. Since she played being the anybody, I had to play nobody for her! So in her quest for job, I got the jab.
However, at last we all were called in. A formal speech of thanks and suggestions for the people who were not shortlisted preceded the results. We were clinching hands of each other....eagerly
waiting. Smiles, tears, hugs and applauds. Amidst all the turbulence, my ears were waiting to hear the roll no. that could change the course of my life. Already 30 people were selected, so my chances were pretty less, but you never know... "Shalab Chaturvedi", did I hear my name??? my friends turned towards me....yes, I did....! What an emotion...what a feel....no words could describe what was going through my mind. Was I happy, surprised, shocked ??? I was not able to decide. I had made it......just 5 mech guys in selected 67 and I was one of them! But the funny part of it was, some IT people were looking at me in such disgust as if I had snatched their bread.. and in a way, that was true also.
And yes, I hate Satan since then, he heard me but not properly. The girl did not get selected but the guy. He is my room mate now!
18 August, 2008
Unlucky-no time for Luck???
Once again, I was running with a bag hanging on my shoulder and a detail-case(can't call that a brief-case)
Anyways, experience always pays and hence I boarded my crawling train in an inebriated state. I thanked God, not just for train but also for saving me from boxing gloves of my Dad! And as usual, I felt the depth of his words once again, but....I just couldn't avoid these 'just-in-time' circumstances, they have become an integral part of my life. Moreover
I looked for my berth# 7 and it was right there, where it should have been, not an inch left, not an inch right, just
I had just settled in my berth, when another hell broke loose. I was startled by a voice,"Excuse me Mr. this is my berth". I opened my eyes to see a guy staring at me. "This is my berth",he exclaimed again. Although I was in no mood, his chiselled brutal face and biceps peeping out of his tee, forced me to smile."There must be some mistake", I said. "I have just confirmed it on mobile", he said in a voice so firm & oozing of baritone that I found it difficult to deny. Acting wise, I looked for my ticket, Oh gosh! it was not there in front pocket, not even in my purse. I was losing the battle without even fighting. But, I was damn sure I had it....perhaps!
"There you are.....", I pulled out the ticket that was hiding in the side pocket of my bag(probably it was also afraid of the stranger). I checked it myself once, Coach S2, berth# 7 and handed it over to other guy, with a sarcastic smile as if it was his termination letter and I were his Boss. He had a look at the ticket & to my dismay, didn't move a bit instead handed his mobile to me. I read the msg, "Coach S2, berth# 7" How is it possible??"How could they allot one berth to two people?? And that too-to-two males! However, if it were a cute-looking girl-next door, I would have definitely proposed adjustment. But in this case, No...Never....! I was smiling at my own wicked thoughts, but my smile disappeared as soon as my competitor sat on berth rather my berth. Relaxed and unperturbed, "We ll see once TC comes",he said and I nodded in yes, in fact I had to....I had no choice.
As usual, I was fighting with my own luck or rather bad-luck as I said earlier. It has always been like that only. I did never compete with anybody else for anything I wanted. It was always my Luck, who instead of pushing me, always pulled me back. Although I have also learned to live with it but still I hated it & I bet it felt the same. But, I had decided I would fight, after all "It was my berth-right, and I shall ve it".
At last TC arrived. He caliberated his specs on his pointed nose and looked at my ticket, then checked the reservation chart, "This berth belongs to...". The gap between to..and name resembled "...and the Best Actor goes to.."at Filmfare Award Function"to.... Vikas Joshi. You are Vikas?", he stared at me questioningly and I shrugged my shoulders and said, "No". "It's me!", the guy said in a tone cheerful yet cold". Now it was his turn, he smiled sarcastically. I wanted to punch right under his nose but... I had another question buzzing, "What about me??" I almost jumped at TC with anxiety but he kept turning pages of his stupid chart. I was packing my belongings when I heard, "Mr. Chaturvedi, berth#14, A-2". I turned back and asked, "What??". "Your ticket has been upgraded, enjoy young man", said TC and winked.
AC 2nd class! Woopiee..I wanted to do that Naa..na..na..na..naa dance to tease the other guy but I altered my plans when I saw his drooping jaw and his eye balls jumping out of sockets. Poor chap, was all I thought and moved towards my new compartment. No.7 had proved Lucky .... indeed !
11 August, 2008
Me, Myself & Divine
I always wondered, what does God looks like? Everybody told, "only people with a pure heart can see him". So, I had no chance whatsoever as nor I bathe regularly neither I wear laundered clothes. And how could a pure heart reside beneath such unhygienic conditions!
But now I can imagine of his looks. He should be a middle aged man with rugged looks, an unshaven face, unkempt hair, wearing a crumpled tee with worn out jeans. Chucking his half-dead beedi in an empty cup of Irani Chai. And flaunting his gold teeth while grinning. However, I am not sure its golden yellow or tartared-yellow because of tobacco! In short, he should be somebody like Jaggu Dada.
Although, I do not know much about him, but I know that he does not cares for me and so, I do not like him either! I remember when I was 3-4 yrs. old, my mother used to take me to his home. And I yelled hysterically because I hated going there. People there, never behaved properly. Although draped in neat and tidy attires, they uttered filthy words to my mother and me, words I did not understand then!
And I bet, God is not what he pretends to be at his home: gentle, caring and rich with a persona so pure and mesmerizing. It is all fake and I did realize it early. Once, when Baniya was robbing us of our cow and utensils, I asked my mother,"why?" and she said,"God wants it this way!". It rooted a belief in me, deep inside that God is heartless and fearful character since Baniya, who is himself a ruthless and notorious figure, fears him and obeys his orders! Still my mother says,"God treats us all as equal and cares for everybody". If it were so, why did not he pay our debt to Baniya if he were rich(as I have seen him fancying diamond and gold ornaments at his home!) and cares for us too.
However, I think I have resolved the mystery. Now, I have all the answers. I know who God is! He works for a Theater company and uses the fake jewelery and costumes to fool people at his home. But why does he do that? Its simple, to pretend he is rich! And since people present gifts only to rich, he gets all those boxes of sweets and milk and much more. Nevertheless, he never shared even a bit of those with me. Even when he knew that many a times I had to sleep empty bellied, as my mother says, "God knows everything".
I have decided, I will fight him once I grow up to take my father's revenge. God or may be his wife killed my father because he had mustaches and God's wife doesn't likes mustached-men. I have seen her photos killing a mustached man with Trishul. Just imagine, how cruel one has to be, to kill a person just because he has mustache!!! My neighbors say, my father died of consuming excess liquor. But I know that is not the truth. They say like that because they also fear God. But I am not a coward, I am not afraid because I know I am safe until I grow old and have mustache!
Do you still think the same way, that God is omnipotent, the savior??? He is not...... in fact, he is indifferent, sadist and a bully. He deprived me of what I had because he is poor, and so am I !
But now I can imagine of his looks. He should be a middle aged man with rugged looks, an unshaven face, unkempt hair, wearing a crumpled tee with worn out jeans. Chucking his half-dead beedi in an empty cup of Irani Chai. And flaunting his gold teeth while grinning. However, I am not sure its golden yellow or tartared-yellow because of tobacco! In short, he should be somebody like Jaggu Dada.
Although, I do not know much about him, but I know that he does not cares for me and so, I do not like him either! I remember when I was 3-4 yrs. old, my mother used to take me to his home. And I yelled hysterically because I hated going there. People there, never behaved properly. Although draped in neat and tidy attires, they uttered filthy words to my mother and me, words I did not understand then!
And I bet, God is not what he pretends to be at his home: gentle, caring and rich with a persona so pure and mesmerizing. It is all fake and I did realize it early. Once, when Baniya was robbing us of our cow and utensils, I asked my mother,"why?" and she said,"God wants it this way!". It rooted a belief in me, deep inside that God is heartless and fearful character since Baniya, who is himself a ruthless and notorious figure, fears him and obeys his orders! Still my mother says,"God treats us all as equal and cares for everybody". If it were so, why did not he pay our debt to Baniya if he were rich(as I have seen him fancying diamond and gold ornaments at his home!) and cares for us too.
However, I think I have resolved the mystery. Now, I have all the answers. I know who God is! He works for a Theater company and uses the fake jewelery and costumes to fool people at his home. But why does he do that? Its simple, to pretend he is rich! And since people present gifts only to rich, he gets all those boxes of sweets and milk and much more. Nevertheless, he never shared even a bit of those with me. Even when he knew that many a times I had to sleep empty bellied, as my mother says, "God knows everything".
I have decided, I will fight him once I grow up to take my father's revenge. God or may be his wife killed my father because he had mustaches and God's wife doesn't likes mustached-men. I have seen her photos killing a mustached man with Trishul. Just imagine, how cruel one has to be, to kill a person just because he has mustache!!! My neighbors say, my father died of consuming excess liquor. But I know that is not the truth. They say like that because they also fear God. But I am not a coward, I am not afraid because I know I am safe until I grow old and have mustache!
Do you still think the same way, that God is omnipotent, the savior??? He is not...... in fact, he is indifferent, sadist and a bully. He deprived me of what I had because he is poor, and so am I !
30 July, 2008
Through the Window.....
"Today you won't go to the window!", I warned myself. It was half past nine, her usual time to leave for the college, and my only chance to see her off, of course from a distance only, through the window.
Its been 1 year, I started this daily ritual apart from treating deities of our miniature indoor temple. Although I have to miss my first lecture daily, which I know is dragging me towards Mrs. Bhagat's office, the mortuary of those errant students who dare to bunk her lectures. But as they say, you do not get anything for free now a days, you have to pay a price, price that is set on basis of how desperately you need something. In this case....someone!
It all started when I was forced to join a society get together of our building and I accidentally or rather fortunately bumped into her. No heaven sponsored rain.....no violins played, no flower shower, not even a single clap by society kids, who even clap at silly jokes of Mr. Sharma! An i-2-i contact, a casual "sorry" offered....a "stupid" remark received... and the moment was gone.
Although I have relived the moment many a times with different appropriate props and sets, in my thoughts of course(you have to be economical with a pocket money of Rs.500..)! But still I regret wasting the real time opportunity to stretch the "Sorry-Stupid" sequence.
Since then, its been a one sided game, me playing all kinds of shots, of course through the window. I have tried all plausible, in fact weird color combinations, almost all sort of hair styles ranging from Beckham to Lalu, but she is least bothered about what happens on the other side of window. But wait a minute, I do not know whether it is my hallucination or she really sometimes glances at the open window. If she doesn't, then I have no choice but to continue, but what if she does??? What would be my next step?? I need some sort of litmus test to prove it.
After sessions of brainstorming, a GE bulb lit up in my mind. And it goes like this, I would not open the window for one week continuously and notice her reaction from apartment of my friend. The conclusion would be based on the observation. If she notices my absence(inferring she notices my presence too..), she would look up at least once and I would then convert the fantasy into reality. But what if she doesn't! I do not want to even think about it since I have a positive frame of mind, infact my blood group also suggests the same too, being B+!
So the judgement week came... Six days passed by and I had become damn sure that she had spondylitis or something of that sort. Of course, I mean, what else can one conclude if she did not look up even 1/2nce leave once, being a B+ guy! And then came the last day, I had to somehow manage a draw at least... if not win this test match of 7 days to pacify my self respect and to safeguard my dignity in my own mind.
I was all eyes when she came out, dressed in a red top as if symbolizing danger and a pair of blue capri pants seemed to be warning of blues waiting to enter my life. Her gogs were busy keeping her hair in position, in short...looking as pretty as ever. My eyes followed each step, her sandals echoing in my heart beats, my nails fighting a lost battle with teeth...all this came to a hault when she reached the point, most suitable to look up to my window....she paused, my heart sank like Titanic, without leaving bubbles, and then............................................................then what, she took another step!
I had failed the litmus test, as my color changed to pale yellow due to disappointment instead of pink of excitement.
My heart was broken, my tears had slept on cheeks itself. I pledged to myself and my window at bedtime that I would never ever look at her, even if she begged me and if ever I faced her, it would be with a utterly gorgeous girlfriend to make her envy and repent for her ignorance. And that I would attend Dr. Bhagat's lecture unmistakably and much more if I had not fall asleep.
The next morning, I was reading news paper and my eyes glued on an article, which talked of never lose hope is the moral of the story and that girls like Never Say Die attitude in boys. I looked at clock, it was half past nine and guess what, I was fixed again at window.
Com'on....what else can you expect of a B+ guy !
Its been 1 year, I started this daily ritual apart from treating deities of our miniature indoor temple. Although I have to miss my first lecture daily, which I know is dragging me towards Mrs. Bhagat's office, the mortuary of those errant students who dare to bunk her lectures. But as they say, you do not get anything for free now a days, you have to pay a price, price that is set on basis of how desperately you need something. In this case....someone!
It all started when I was forced to join a society get together of our building and I accidentally or rather fortunately bumped into her. No heaven sponsored rain.....no violins played, no flower shower, not even a single clap by society kids, who even clap at silly jokes of Mr. Sharma! An i-2-i contact, a casual "sorry" offered....a "stupid" remark received... and the moment was gone.
Although I have relived the moment many a times with different appropriate props and sets, in my thoughts of course(you have to be economical with a pocket money of Rs.500..)! But still I regret wasting the real time opportunity to stretch the "Sorry-Stupid" sequence.
Since then, its been a one sided game, me playing all kinds of shots, of course through the window. I have tried all plausible, in fact weird color combinations, almost all sort of hair styles ranging from Beckham to Lalu, but she is least bothered about what happens on the other side of window. But wait a minute, I do not know whether it is my hallucination or she really sometimes glances at the open window. If she doesn't, then I have no choice but to continue, but what if she does??? What would be my next step?? I need some sort of litmus test to prove it.
After sessions of brainstorming, a GE bulb lit up in my mind. And it goes like this, I would not open the window for one week continuously and notice her reaction from apartment of my friend. The conclusion would be based on the observation. If she notices my absence(inferring she notices my presence too..), she would look up at least once and I would then convert the fantasy into reality. But what if she doesn't! I do not want to even think about it since I have a positive frame of mind, infact my blood group also suggests the same too, being B+!
So the judgement week came... Six days passed by and I had become damn sure that she had spondylitis or something of that sort. Of course, I mean, what else can one conclude if she did not look up even 1/2nce leave once, being a B+ guy! And then came the last day, I had to somehow manage a draw at least... if not win this test match of 7 days to pacify my self respect and to safeguard my dignity in my own mind.
I was all eyes when she came out, dressed in a red top as if symbolizing danger and a pair of blue capri pants seemed to be warning of blues waiting to enter my life. Her gogs were busy keeping her hair in position, in short...looking as pretty as ever. My eyes followed each step, her sandals echoing in my heart beats, my nails fighting a lost battle with teeth...all this came to a hault when she reached the point, most suitable to look up to my window....she paused, my heart sank like Titanic, without leaving bubbles, and then............................................................then what, she took another step!
I had failed the litmus test, as my color changed to pale yellow due to disappointment instead of pink of excitement.
My heart was broken, my tears had slept on cheeks itself. I pledged to myself and my window at bedtime that I would never ever look at her, even if she begged me and if ever I faced her, it would be with a utterly gorgeous girlfriend to make her envy and repent for her ignorance. And that I would attend Dr. Bhagat's lecture unmistakably and much more if I had not fall asleep.
The next morning, I was reading news paper and my eyes glued on an article, which talked of never lose hope is the moral of the story and that girls like Never Say Die attitude in boys. I looked at clock, it was half past nine and guess what, I was fixed again at window.
Com'on....what else can you expect of a B+ guy !
04 July, 2008
Innocence unlimited
We all were waiting anxiously in the hospital. My aunt was busy promising bribes to all deities, she had ever heard of and to those also, of she hadn't. My cousin(her son) was walking to-and-fro like a pendulum, relentlessly chewing on his helpless nails. He was the chosen one, to be a father on that destined night.
I don't know why, but most of us choose to take avatar on earth only at night(less traffic may be..). And surprisingly unlike what happens at teenage, you don't get a scolding instead a warm welcome from family!
Finally, the doctor came out of the battlefield like a Samurai warrior and our eyes lit up like 100 watt bulbs."Congrats man, you are blessed with a girl child",was all he said and gave a bear hug to my cousin.
Everybody jumped out of his seat with sheer joy, cheering each other. But our party was spoiled by an old spectacled nurse reminding one, of old bollywood classics.
All of us were too eager to get the first glimpse of the child. But only my cousin(who had become a father overnight...literally) got the VIP pass for the premier. And for rest of us........we pasted our faces on the window glass pane of the room. He went inside upto the bed, sat down, caressed the forehead of his wife and turned to see his daughter. Through the window, I could see tides of emotions in his eyes,all in unison...... love,affection,surprise, a sense of responsibility, all that emanates from fatherhood.
At first, my cousin was a little hesitant to take her(daughter ofcourse..) in his lap, as he thought, she was too fragile and delicate to be handled by rough-tough hands of his. But after assurance of his wife and nurse,he took her although unconvinced... It was a picture-perfect scene-my cousin with his daughter in lap, sitting beside his wife. They had become instant celebrity!
After two days, it was my turn to have my niece in my hands. And then I felt as if feelings of my cousin had replicated in me too. But I lost all my fear as soon as I took her in my arms. The only emotion left was of amazement and ecstasy. She looked too innocent, cute and delicate like a flower with her eyes closed and mouth open(inviting flies)! I was completely engrossed with my thoughts when she opened her eyes. And then....the funny 'rituals' started, elders making funny faces to make her smile. The most interesting being, my maternal uncle trying his luck, who is considered to be a very practical and wise figure otherwise. In fact, he got the prize too, a lovely smile, of course toothless but priceless!
But since pages of calender flip really fast, so she had transformed into a two-year kid from a two-day baby, when I saw her again on her visit to our home. She was still very charming and innocent. But sometimes innocence could also prove fatal. And this time, I fell prey to innocence and it costed me my brand new mobile.
Actually it was my mistake, I gave her my mobile to play, ignorant that she had a habit of throwing mobiles out if it did not unlock. However, it did not pose any threat to her parents, since my cousin lives at ground floor. And since mine, being a shy mobile resisted to open up, it was thrown out. The irony being, my flat is at first floor!
I don't know why, but most of us choose to take avatar on earth only at night(less traffic may be..). And surprisingly unlike what happens at teenage, you don't get a scolding instead a warm welcome from family!
Finally, the doctor came out of the battlefield like a Samurai warrior and our eyes lit up like 100 watt bulbs."Congrats man, you are blessed with a girl child",was all he said and gave a bear hug to my cousin.
Everybody jumped out of his seat with sheer joy, cheering each other. But our party was spoiled by an old spectacled nurse reminding one, of old bollywood classics.
All of us were too eager to get the first glimpse of the child. But only my cousin(who had become a father overnight...literally) got the VIP pass for the premier. And for rest of us........we pasted our faces on the window glass pane of the room. He went inside upto the bed, sat down, caressed the forehead of his wife and turned to see his daughter. Through the window, I could see tides of emotions in his eyes,all in unison...... love,affection,surprise, a sense of responsibility, all that emanates from fatherhood.
At first, my cousin was a little hesitant to take her(daughter ofcourse..) in his lap, as he thought, she was too fragile and delicate to be handled by rough-tough hands of his. But after assurance of his wife and nurse,he took her although unconvinced... It was a picture-perfect scene-my cousin with his daughter in lap, sitting beside his wife. They had become instant celebrity!
After two days, it was my turn to have my niece in my hands. And then I felt as if feelings of my cousin had replicated in me too. But I lost all my fear as soon as I took her in my arms. The only emotion left was of amazement and ecstasy. She looked too innocent, cute and delicate like a flower with her eyes closed and mouth open(inviting flies)! I was completely engrossed with my thoughts when she opened her eyes. And then....the funny 'rituals' started, elders making funny faces to make her smile. The most interesting being, my maternal uncle trying his luck, who is considered to be a very practical and wise figure otherwise. In fact, he got the prize too, a lovely smile, of course toothless but priceless!
But since pages of calender flip really fast, so she had transformed into a two-year kid from a two-day baby, when I saw her again on her visit to our home. She was still very charming and innocent. But sometimes innocence could also prove fatal. And this time, I fell prey to innocence and it costed me my brand new mobile.
Actually it was my mistake, I gave her my mobile to play, ignorant that she had a habit of throwing mobiles out if it did not unlock. However, it did not pose any threat to her parents, since my cousin lives at ground floor. And since mine, being a shy mobile resisted to open up, it was thrown out. The irony being, my flat is at first floor!
09 June, 2008
An-Jam...!
If you are a foodaholic...sorry dear...its not about the Jam you put on your bread in your daily break-fast. But this post is about the Traffic Jam we put on the roads. In fact, by analogy of Jam, bread and road are cousins..... isnt it??
However we ll try to limit our discussion to the consequences and causes of an-Jam. I believe no mortal would have survived the plight associated with traffic jam. Its a jungle out there and you never know, whether you would be the same person once you are out of it....I have seen coolest of hunks become hottest of punks and loveliest of damsels become ugliest of vamps! In fact spending time with a person, could well serve as Litmus test for determining his composure and patience.
In line with Murphy's Law, whichever road you take, you find a Jam there. I wonder if it conspires against me only! However, I know that more than half a billion people think and feel like me... And God forbid, if you try and take a short-cut...you find yourself in a deeper soup/s**t. Its even worse..the vehicle at your nose would not budge even if all other lines are moving. And the guy at your tail would try to test your hearing ability by honking continuously. Elder women with lots of kids would try to cross the road only when you are about to speed. And when finally it gets on your nerves and you think you could jump the signal, you find traffic constable just in front of your car...smiling sarcastically. These are some of the instances, one has to encounter almost daily or rather inevitably. But why???? Lets see....
Case I: A person in his new born car, waiting at the signal, sighs..."I don't really understand, if government can't provide the roads, why do they allow new vehicles to get on road?"!!!
Case II: A guy with flashy outfit bikes through the traffic like a knife in butter and gives victorious smile to an Uncle in the car, who just braked to avoid bumping into guy's bike.
Case III: A young couple at petrol pump, after a cozy long evening drive,"What the F! petrol..Rs.56??"
Case IV: An executive parks his car just behind the cars in No-Parking zone and comes back to see two cars blocking his way, comments,"I don't know when would people learn parking etiquettes.."
If you are an alert reader(and if you are not, I don't mind.. even I am not one), you would have guessed what I mean to say! More or less, we are ourselves responsible for Traffic woes.
In a home where there are only three members, you have four cars! And we curse government for improper infra-structure. We always rush to office or home with no time to spare and try speed our way through.....ignoring the sign board,"Better Late than Never!" Is it wise to imitate John Abraham or Hrithik, who drive on empty roads in movies, on a busy, jam-packed street?? I don't know whether its due to blind faith on Insurance companies or due to decreasing affection quotient of parents but you can see kids...sorry adolescents(I must correct) zooming on the roads, mind it..without license. I genuinely doubt these young guns rather goons ever promise dinner to their parents when they go out in evening, the way they zip-zap the streets in search of eye-candy...
We always try and park our vehicles in such a fashion so that we don't have to wait when we want to drive out, even if its at the cost of convenience of others!
The most amusing fact of all is, we have a unique mindset while using different mediums of transit. When we are on bike, we feel only the pity of two-wheelers and curse pedestrians and car owners. When in car, we shout at rash bikers, arrogant truck drivers who refuse to let you overtake or people who cause you to apply brakes when you are just cruising! While walking, we wish doom for folks on wheels, particularly if somebody though accidentally splashes mud on your dry-cleaned pants!
We know and acknowledge these facts but still we do it knowingly or unknowingly(just .00001%)
The need is to introspect and correct ourselves instead of cursing others. I know nobody needs tips, in fact I won't suggest any. But..............................its all matter of knowing and applying rather than knowing and ignoring!
However we ll try to limit our discussion to the consequences and causes of an-Jam. I believe no mortal would have survived the plight associated with traffic jam. Its a jungle out there and you never know, whether you would be the same person once you are out of it....I have seen coolest of hunks become hottest of punks and loveliest of damsels become ugliest of vamps! In fact spending time with a person, could well serve as Litmus test for determining his composure and patience.
In line with Murphy's Law, whichever road you take, you find a Jam there. I wonder if it conspires against me only! However, I know that more than half a billion people think and feel like me... And God forbid, if you try and take a short-cut...you find yourself in a deeper soup/s**t. Its even worse..the vehicle at your nose would not budge even if all other lines are moving. And the guy at your tail would try to test your hearing ability by honking continuously. Elder women with lots of kids would try to cross the road only when you are about to speed. And when finally it gets on your nerves and you think you could jump the signal, you find traffic constable just in front of your car...smiling sarcastically. These are some of the instances, one has to encounter almost daily or rather inevitably. But why???? Lets see....
Case I: A person in his new born car, waiting at the signal, sighs..."I don't really understand, if government can't provide the roads, why do they allow new vehicles to get on road?"!!!
Case II: A guy with flashy outfit bikes through the traffic like a knife in butter and gives victorious smile to an Uncle in the car, who just braked to avoid bumping into guy's bike.
Case III: A young couple at petrol pump, after a cozy long evening drive,"What the F! petrol..Rs.56??"
Case IV: An executive parks his car just behind the cars in No-Parking zone and comes back to see two cars blocking his way, comments,"I don't know when would people learn parking etiquettes.."
If you are an alert reader(and if you are not, I don't mind.. even I am not one), you would have guessed what I mean to say! More or less, we are ourselves responsible for Traffic woes.
In a home where there are only three members, you have four cars! And we curse government for improper infra-structure. We always rush to office or home with no time to spare and try speed our way through.....ignoring the sign board,"Better Late than Never!" Is it wise to imitate John Abraham or Hrithik, who drive on empty roads in movies, on a busy, jam-packed street?? I don't know whether its due to blind faith on Insurance companies or due to decreasing affection quotient of parents but you can see kids...sorry adolescents(I must correct) zooming on the roads, mind it..without license. I genuinely doubt these young guns rather goons ever promise dinner to their parents when they go out in evening, the way they zip-zap the streets in search of eye-candy...
We always try and park our vehicles in such a fashion so that we don't have to wait when we want to drive out, even if its at the cost of convenience of others!
The most amusing fact of all is, we have a unique mindset while using different mediums of transit. When we are on bike, we feel only the pity of two-wheelers and curse pedestrians and car owners. When in car, we shout at rash bikers, arrogant truck drivers who refuse to let you overtake or people who cause you to apply brakes when you are just cruising! While walking, we wish doom for folks on wheels, particularly if somebody though accidentally splashes mud on your dry-cleaned pants!
We know and acknowledge these facts but still we do it knowingly or unknowingly(just .00001%)
The need is to introspect and correct ourselves instead of cursing others. I know nobody needs tips, in fact I won't suggest any. But..............................its all matter of knowing and applying rather than knowing and ignoring!
04 June, 2008
An idea can change your life !
Many a times, a question haunts my mind......what it exactly means to be Practical???
I would try to elucidate my concern through some examples from my past encounters. The other day, I was discussing a typical case of Hit n Run with someone...no..no..its not about any road accident, it had been one of those missed calls, where the girl means something else, does something else and the guy gets hit by 'dat' thing, which people call as Cupid's arrow....
Being moved by the plight of my friend, I was considering all the plausible alternatives. And hence, I opted to take an expert opinion and what she advised was as generic as "Cow having tail". And the pill she prescribed was to get my friend's head back on his shoulders and ask him to behave practically. In short, to dump his emotions into garbage bin and move on as shown in 'Fast Track' ad.
The best solution one could think of, in a situation worse like this, was given considering criticality of it. But doesn't that implies that being practical means, you have killed your emotions!! Moral: you have become a heartless genius! What an achievement....
On the same lines, if you do a favor to someone, that person doesn't considers it a genuine gesture of affection or belongingness। Instead, it would be considered as a victory of practical approach or a deal of Barter system of modern practical world. Infact, if you do favor to people without expecting anything in return....well...congrats, you have been chosen to carry the crown of 'being a fool'.
Another example from day to day life. I wish you do not relate to it and if at all you do... there are many to feel empathy for you. If a guy pampers a girl considering her a friend, 99 out of 100 times, she would not object even if you are the last choice for her on this earth for company..of course, who dislikes being pampered! But usually she wouldn't consider it your generosity and won't drill down as she feels she deserves it...reason?? for her, it could be as silly as her rationality itself or as rational as her silly thoughts could be. Infact you could even see her giving tips and tricks to her side kicks on "How to become the chosen one" by being practical.
When you help somebody out or do a favor unexpectedly... you cannot expect a friendly smile, but.... an unfamiliar, suspicious gaze! Thats what you can call as the fruit, which ripes on the tree "Practicality"...
As per my understanding, I thought being practical means using heart when you are considering people and using brain, while looking at things। But I guess my terminology is different from the Practical species. In fact the saying that," Love people and use things" has been reinstated as,"Use people just like things only". And of course its my problem if I cannot digest the very fact that being practical is no longer used for rational and logical thinking but for being selfish and self-centered.
However, I would definitely not like to get into a debate with the Practical species as that is itself not a practical idea rather. But on a personal note, I would urge you to try and get impractical at times if not always. And let me know, if it is a silly idea or an idea that changed your life .......because who knows if this is the one!
I would try to elucidate my concern through some examples from my past encounters. The other day, I was discussing a typical case of Hit n Run with someone...no..no..its not about any road accident, it had been one of those missed calls, where the girl means something else, does something else and the guy gets hit by 'dat' thing, which people call as Cupid's arrow....
Being moved by the plight of my friend, I was considering all the plausible alternatives. And hence, I opted to take an expert opinion and what she advised was as generic as "Cow having tail". And the pill she prescribed was to get my friend's head back on his shoulders and ask him to behave practically. In short, to dump his emotions into garbage bin and move on as shown in 'Fast Track' ad.
The best solution one could think of, in a situation worse like this, was given considering criticality of it. But doesn't that implies that being practical means, you have killed your emotions!! Moral: you have become a heartless genius! What an achievement....
On the same lines, if you do a favor to someone, that person doesn't considers it a genuine gesture of affection or belongingness। Instead, it would be considered as a victory of practical approach or a deal of Barter system of modern practical world. Infact, if you do favor to people without expecting anything in return....well...congrats, you have been chosen to carry the crown of 'being a fool'.
Another example from day to day life. I wish you do not relate to it and if at all you do... there are many to feel empathy for you. If a guy pampers a girl considering her a friend, 99 out of 100 times, she would not object even if you are the last choice for her on this earth for company..of course, who dislikes being pampered! But usually she wouldn't consider it your generosity and won't drill down as she feels she deserves it...reason?? for her, it could be as silly as her rationality itself or as rational as her silly thoughts could be. Infact you could even see her giving tips and tricks to her side kicks on "How to become the chosen one" by being practical.
When you help somebody out or do a favor unexpectedly... you cannot expect a friendly smile, but.... an unfamiliar, suspicious gaze! Thats what you can call as the fruit, which ripes on the tree "Practicality"...
As per my understanding, I thought being practical means using heart when you are considering people and using brain, while looking at things। But I guess my terminology is different from the Practical species. In fact the saying that," Love people and use things" has been reinstated as,"Use people just like things only". And of course its my problem if I cannot digest the very fact that being practical is no longer used for rational and logical thinking but for being selfish and self-centered.
However, I would definitely not like to get into a debate with the Practical species as that is itself not a practical idea rather. But on a personal note, I would urge you to try and get impractical at times if not always. And let me know, if it is a silly idea or an idea that changed your life .......because who knows if this is the one!
30 May, 2008
Still searching???
Everybody in this world yearns for food, clothing and shelter. But there is one more thing which deserves to be added to this list of basic needs, Love....
The thought could sound exaggerated but thats how it is. And yes, I am not talking about the love you feel for your parents or friends or pets. Its about the love you crave for, from the opposite gender. A person you could die for, to live with; a person who could make you feel complete in spite of all your flaws; a person who could hold your hand till eternity; someone who could understand the feelings underlying the silly actions you do; someone who doesnt blames you, when you fail but motivates you to rise up again....and blah blah blah.
But the question is, how many of us actually succeed in their search for true love??? How many of us feel satisfied with the one we find? I guess this filter would fetch very few results. And thats because we become so engrossed with the idea of finding someone ourselves. And we ignore the fact that its quite possible that love finds you itself.....sounds strange??? But no, its not.
Like you, somebody else is also busy finding someone to match their search criterion. And in the process, one could find you but.......do you care pay attention?
Did you ever notice the guy with specs, who stood outside your class in lunch breaks??
Or the guy who always helped you boarding or alighting the bus??
Reason....your preoccupied mind with thoughts that curtain your eyes and keep you away from what could have proved to be love of your life time!
All you need, is to give a chance....chance to love ....let it find you.....
Com'on, give it a shot, this time don't try to rush through the filtering process.....free up your mind of pre conceived notions and open up your eyes. Try to notice those shy glances or gestures that seem kind but unrealistic.
And who knows you may get a pearl hiding in the shell you never thought of peeping in....
The thought could sound exaggerated but thats how it is. And yes, I am not talking about the love you feel for your parents or friends or pets. Its about the love you crave for, from the opposite gender. A person you could die for, to live with; a person who could make you feel complete in spite of all your flaws; a person who could hold your hand till eternity; someone who could understand the feelings underlying the silly actions you do; someone who doesnt blames you, when you fail but motivates you to rise up again....and blah blah blah.
But the question is, how many of us actually succeed in their search for true love??? How many of us feel satisfied with the one we find? I guess this filter would fetch very few results. And thats because we become so engrossed with the idea of finding someone ourselves. And we ignore the fact that its quite possible that love finds you itself.....sounds strange??? But no, its not.
Like you, somebody else is also busy finding someone to match their search criterion. And in the process, one could find you but.......do you care pay attention?
Did you ever notice the guy with specs, who stood outside your class in lunch breaks??
Or the guy who always helped you boarding or alighting the bus??
Reason....your preoccupied mind with thoughts that curtain your eyes and keep you away from what could have proved to be love of your life time!
All you need, is to give a chance....chance to love ....let it find you.....
Com'on, give it a shot, this time don't try to rush through the filtering process.....free up your mind of pre conceived notions and open up your eyes. Try to notice those shy glances or gestures that seem kind but unrealistic.
And who knows you may get a pearl hiding in the shell you never thought of peeping in....
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)