kahanii DP ki

DP: in his home

DP had been with his parents for all through his life. He had not spent a single day without being with one of his parents. His family however, never pampered him. He used to eat already prepared and preserved food for his lunch when he returned from school. There was not a single instance when he had been give freshly cooked food after having a tiring day in school. He, sometimes, used to get down to one of his friend’s place after school. He seriously used to love it.

DP had been proscribed for many things he wanted to do, many things he enjoyed doing. He was not allowed to effect a night out, even when he was in High Schools. Many knew the reason was that his mom was a bit skeptical, actually a lot skeptical about these night outs. She used to think that in these night outs, kids watch those serials/movies they shouldn’t, read those magazines that she used to call as stance-spoiler. Well, being an active part of such night outs, I think she wasn’t wrong though.

But DP wanted to do it once and actually should have been allowed for at least one night out. He had struggled in many exams just all alone as he wasn’t allowed to be with friends after 2130 hrs. Yet, believe me, he stilled loved his family more than I do.

But so for it, he never complained of it. And, he always showed to others that being loved by parents is not just getting hot food, iPods, cameras and other goodies. In fact, his story truly describes that being loved by parents, or in that any case, by anyone is not giving and taking stuffs, but giving and taking love and care. He just loved his family being together in all phases of life. He admired them arguing, and sometimes having altercations, just in the end to say sorry to each other.

I tried to figure out many times what was that he loved so much about his family. But today, while writing this I realized that their love was not a thing that wanted a reason, that their love wasn’t something they wanted to measure, that their love wasn’t a feeling that needed explicit proofs. I realized that they never wanted a reason to repel from each other.

Kahanii DP ki

P R E F A C E

This is the story of a guy called DP, (DP? What a crappy name!!) Many had actually tried to find out what DP stands for but that’s all in vain. It wasn’t either his initials. But these things are now irrelevant.

DP was a short guy with an average built with weird hairdos. His hairstyles used to change like seasons. I was very much afraid he would go bald someday. About his dressings, I have no words to describe them. Hazel Eyes, Beads around his neck, shiny smile and a stud pierced in the left ear. One thing I am sure of is that if DP is in a crowd of his height, there is no way you can miss him.

He was in his mid twenties. But with that only experience of life, he had so much to give to one who was almost one and a half times his age. He was an extremely intellectual guy, though didn’t look like. An accolade for his friends, including me, a gem for his parents, an asset for his companionship, he was no doubt the person you would ideally like to be.

The short guy seemed happy to everyone, but deep inside him laid a whole lot of world of his discontent, his failures, his hopes, and his thoughts. And that’s the reason I have decided to publish a series on the life of this guy. And yes, to be safer, I have taken the permission from him.

Time to Decide

Well, now that I have been avoiding all decisions in life for after the CAT exam gets over, I need to work on them and make the decisions. Today, while talking on phone, I said, “I have gotta make plans for future”. But now I reconsider my statement and have rephrased it. I don’t need to make plan, but it’s high time that I should take decisions, firm decisions for my life… for our life. (yes, for those vellas who get time to read my blog, and those who still don’t know that I am getting married very soon, now I no longer will use my life as a phrase, as it is no longer just my life. This also explains whom was I talking to on phone, when referred above).

I also make a humble request to all the people who come on this page and take out time to read it. At some point in time, if I have postponed something you said, or we discussed for after the CAT, please let me know. The reason I am asking you to do so is because I have done this innumerous times that even I can’t remember.

I need to take decisions in case I get through the CAT (for which chances are really low) and in case if I don’t. I need to decide from when should I take the leave for the wedding. I need to take decision on the invitees list (don’t wanna miss any person). I have to decide on where I have to shop from. And… blah, blah, blah.

With so many decisions around to be made, I think the most important decision is to decide on what all I have to decide.

Just to begin with the blog again...

We had a Sunday Blast, after a millions of Sundays. It was a fun-filled-evening. We went to Amoeba for bowling. After a Long time, longer than the time I have last posted something on my blog, I saw those ten pins 60 feet away from me, arranged so fantastically. The leader of them was bantering me to hit it with that heavy ball with three holes to accommodate two of my fingers and thumb, saying me that if u hit me on the right place I will make them all come with me to the pit.

But sadly, I could just do it once, the right hit. A quarter of my shots made the ball roll in the gutter. But no regrets, it was fun after ages, just loved to bowl. In between the game another friend of mine who wasn’t so keen to participate in bowl the pins game, whispered, “You know you are the only guy who is so much involved in bowling”. I asked her what she meant. She explained that all others were busy looking at a chinki gal do the bowling. Well after that even I was not so involved in bowling. I mean you can u deviate your eyes from smooth and clean legs extruding out of a black colored short-skirt. Well no more explanations on it.

The evening still had so much in its bag to give, and all it carried was just the fun, and more fun. We left from Amoeba deciding where to have the dinner. And, when it comes to me to decide, I end up to either some junk food outlet, or Italian or Chinese. That evening we settled down on Chinese cuisine, and proceeded for Mainland China.

Well, the food was good, but much better was the company. The waiter asked whether someone wants to eat with chopsticks, and I was sure there was none. Well, I always have people around me to prove me wrong when I am damn sure about things. So, to surprise everyone my friend asked for the chopsticks.

Well, so the food was all set on the table. When it was to eat noodles, my friend ate it not so delicately, but not very clumsily too. But then there were rice too. That time all waiters were eying on one table and that obviously was ours.

The next day I couldn’t stop myself from sending him a link on how to eat food, using chopstick.