The Act of being Good

The set was all set. Yeah... it was just like a talk show, but was quite different; there was no host, no cameraman, no producer but just talkers, with different opinions and different footholds. Some were adamant, some were suspicious, one was curious, another defendant, and another a forward player.

One of my friends had come for a mid-week holidays to Chittor for three days. We had not been able to meet on first day of his arrival. The second evening was when we decided to go out to dine to one of the rarest kind of places found in my hometown, a restaurant. I am not kidding on this one, there is no place actually we can call as a Restaurant, and I’m not either exaggerating things. Well, there were four of us around the rectangular table: he, his friend (RJ), my wife and I.

With the various chats on our lives and all, we started to discuss on the topic, I think my wife and I will never stop discussing on. But yeah the chat-launcher was quite different. It started with the food, which had already landed on the table, soup and paneer tikka (by order it was, but by preparation it was paneer pakora). Well expected out of the soup and the starter, the chat was obvious to burp out.

The food (or rather starters) was awful, forcing my friend to condemn the whole Chittor (this is what happens practically too: if you make a small mistake, the whole of you is reviled as a wrong-doer). We started it with the food he gets in Gujarat (or rather Ahmadabad), insisting Gujjus are real fond of living life(this is also what happens practically too: if other person has a good taste in a certain thing, he/she is commended for everything you sought for). It was just for food that Gujjus had been fond of. Even I don’t deny this, but asserting Gujjus live their lives worthily was something as though reprimanding my place, my people, my community and above all me.

I hesitated on this but my friend with a strong thought reconfirmed his input, said, “You gotta agree on this that Gujjus live their life better, they don’t just save but spend also. They spend so much yet they believe in saving, they have more spending power.” I object your Honour (your Honour ...what bullshit), I objected stating spending power comes with the money. He insisted saying who said there is no money in this state. I rephrased my words saying, business opportunities are better in Gujarat, they have more resources of water, power, transportation and support from Govt, etc. A few exchange of words and I went into my own thoughts.

The real problem with my home town is not this that there is no money for people to spend, or people at my hometown are less willing to spend. But the problem is something no one actually ever thought on.

My state is well-renowned as ‘The state of hospitality’, and the hospitality starts from our people then to the people outside. We are so much attached to each other that we never realize when it starts to interfere in their world, and as a result we compel ourselves from doing things we like to do. In this place, every second (or maybe the ratio is yet less than I am stating) person know another, and every second person (no maybe here, surely the ratio is much lower than what I am stating) is also hunted from something which is socially-inacceptable. To avoid being seen by the known, they choose enjoying those (alluring) things with lower risks and hence prefer to go out for a weekend and fulfil his/her desires. This is the reason why no one has yet been able to set up a good Restaurant/Theatre/recreation place in my hometown, because people mostly go out of the town and have all these recreations there itself, when meeting his desires.

But this is not the reason I am writing a blog on the issue that I think I want people to know I have reached to the root cause of less business opportunities, more brain drain (and lesser friends of mine) in the place I am staying now. I am writing it because I am searching for an answer to overcome this issue. The issue is simple, solvable... yet I am helpless to find remedy to this problem. And, I am employing the best way to get an answer, putting it on my blog.

My friends, readers of this post, please provide your support to make my life(and many others’) a little easier. I am sure of it to move out of this place but till then I want not just to spend the life as others are spending, I want to make this place better. Whatever your thought is, your suggestion is... it would be very precious to me.

the New Year eve

I know this post is a little late in getting posted. I hope Indian Postal Services don't use the tag line

we get you the post faster than I-m-mortal

I know it is a nice way to show people your blogger profile(and your profile pic), especially when your "About me" column doesn't appear on the top of the blog's home page(okay! you don't need to click on this link, it will not get you to any better place... and yeah it is true for the previous link too).

But I am not supposed to be blamed for getting that thing fixed. I have used a new template, in which first four headers should actually club themselves together in a tab(like 4 post-it, one over the other). It happens sometimes on its own and sometimes many times it just displays them in a column pattern of excel- one below the other(please let me know what it displays to you a tabbed or a simple side bar), maybe it is also as moody as i am. After all it's my blog.

I am feeling I have not written a single thing regarding the title of the post. so first of all,

happy new year 2009

Different people have different attitudes towards the new year eve. I never happened to find out what difference does it make to one person on the evening before the new year that people everywhere are so much excited about it. is it that the moon comes that night with the disco light? or is it that the stars of that night stick to one place only all throughout the night? or that there is some imaginary real imaginary-real person(like Santa Claus) comes? none i suppose but then why so much heck about it?

Few days before the eve when you talk to someone on phone, after a few exchanges of words they will ask you "so, what's the plan for the new year eve?" and if by chance you say you have no plans, they will start suggesting, "why don't you come here?" or "you weren't like that before" or "plan something man, this is the time you can do these things"!!! WTF? if i needed to make a plan I would have done it much before your suggestion was required. and even if i have made all plans i don't see the need to let you know the plan until i intend to join you or i intend you to join me.

Moreover, it is the time, when you miss your friends the most as for any plans you make you require a good company/group(solitudes skip the last line or the whole paragraphs, as you wish). I think that is why people started this celebration, that those who have no friends to party or to plan anything should feel disgusted all for the night watching the same moon and the moving stars(Relative movement).

The eve was long and i didn't spend it doing any of the above said things and had my own plans, which i don't intend to write here. One thing is sure that whether you plan or you don't the night just passes the way you want it to, making a happy end to the year, like in the bollywood movies.

FriEnDs to live

There are few things that you require at every stage of life. Such as the air to breathe, food to eat, water to drink, land to walk on and friend to live. With a friend you live your life but without... you just spend it. I don’t know what is difficult to do: to live or to spend? But I know one thing that it is no fun to spend the life.

The importance of friends to live is undeniable. Have you ever thought that none of Chetan Bhagat’s book could have been completed without Friend(s), or Sholay would not have been a hit without Friend(s), or none of us would have known who KK was if there were no Friend(s). (What??? You didn’t get who KK is... that “Yaaron” singer da). Real life friends are as hit in life as the TV show, F.R.I.E.N.D.S. was

There was one of my cousins, who always used to write friend as “FREIND”, despite many amending her for the same. I once happened to ask her why she writes friend as “FREIND”. To that she replied, she wants to know others that she understand how to write friend but she doesn’t like the ambiguity in its spelling: “the ‘end’ in friend doesn’t fit when I know a friend is actually the beginning of the fun”, her word to word reply was.

(After a lot of paragraphs writing and deleting and writing again and deleting again and again)

There is nothing I can write here or anywhere that can explain what really it means to have a friend in life and how painful it is to not to have one. You need friends in every small (and big) thing you do.

So if you feel you are overburdening yourself with life and its (its ________ what??? there are many thing we can fill in here... summing up I write) traits, go, join orkut, facebook or other social network or do anything and make friends! Rule is simple my dear: No Friend, No Life!

The Time that's gone

A flash player. It's Adobe Flash Player or even better, better than any player available and there is a flash file being played, don't know what the creator of the file had named it, may be "Don’t worry It happens to everyone, to you too". There are pictures, hazaar of them, there are videos having people moving things here or there, there are abrupt changes from one slide to another. I feel this was the life I had spent, more than this I feel I want to spend that life again, again all throughout my life.

I don’t know whether something of this sort had happened to you or anyone, but it keeps happening to me. I keep catching the glimpse of the time that I have spent. I think this is some kind of a disease I am having, as the Dyslexia Ishaan had in TZP, (you don’t think it’s same? This way it will sound same: he was a normal child but only some tuning of brain was required). I have the similar case or maybe not. It has prolonged so much that the condition is now out of control.

The above mentioned sequence often used to cover my sight whenever I used to take a break and sit( or stand(or walk(or lay down)))(3 closing braces required!!! Lemme check! Yeah.) idle (uff... it doesn’t give continuity... please read sit as sit/stand/walk/lay down)... so I write it again.... The above mentioned sequence often used to cover my sight whenever I used to take a break and sit idle. I see myself moving in the streets of Basvangudi (FYI, location of my first rented flat in Bangalore) or eating in the restaurants of Indiranagar, or buying popcorns in the theatres of Kota, or staring the cemented basketball court of DPS Adityapuram while my teacher is scolding me or banging ceramic cups with friends in room no 61 of my college. There was time I often used to live in the past and come back to the present. But now, things are getting worse. I often find myself living in present while I am still living in my past.

My ignorance had mended the way for the disease to grow more than I ever expected. Now I see the images everywhere, every time and in everything I do, whether I ride on bike, whether I type this or that, whether I listen to music (music is one big player in it... I don’t know how this thing works but even sound of a string makes me nostalgic of the old times) , whether I jump into an old friends profile, whether I read scrap conversation of two people or whether I see myself in the mirror. The frequency has just got higher and still raising high.

I thought writing this would help me but... but it has made it worse. What do I do? I want to be normal, enjoy my present as I enjoyed my past. I don’t want to regret later in life to have missed this time. Am I not happy with my life that I am remembering those days of my life, but I remember all days, both good and bad ones? Or is it that I want to make amendments in my past life to make all those days to good ones. But the reasons are not the issue here. Or maybe they are, as I want to destroy the reasons from the root. I am confused. I should not write more... it’s a bad thing to show everyone you are confused. I am not writing further, but I am still writing. It should not end abruptly, but this is how things are in reality and so is this post, ending....

A little doubt and hope

I read this one in a local newspaper... and i thought to share it...

This is a story of two friends, Adbhut and Vibhut. Both of them were born
on the same day. They went to school together and did graduations in the same
stream from the same college and were taught by the same teachers. Adbhut and
Vibhut were equally qualified but Vibhut sometimes used to outscore Adbhut. They
both became good person when they grew up.

Once on a weekend, both these friends decided to go in the wild. While they
were moving deep into the forest, they came across various creatures, and
enjoyed it. At one point the beauty around them excited them.
It was green all around, the birds were chirping, the nature was pampering them
with all its utter care. While moving ahead, they saw a peahen sitting on the ground.
The peahen suddenly got up. Adbhut and Vibhut had unknowingly scared the peahen,
it flew onto a branch of the tree it was sitting next to.

From the top of that tree it, at one time, looked at the two humans in
front of her and on second glance peeped at the place it was sitting a moment
before. Adbhut and Vibhut got suspicious that the peahen had definitely left
something precious under the tree. They went close and saw two beautiful eggs of
a peacock.

Vibhut and Adbhut imagined a peacock dancing with all its feathers blossom
like a flower in their house. Both of them decided to carry each egg with them
and wait for the peacock to come out of the egg.
When both of them reached home, they kept the egg in the domestic poultry
between the eggs of hen.

A few days passed by and Vibhut started doubting of getting a peacock from
the egg. He kept on moving it from one lot of eggs to another, keep it in the
sun, shake to see whether there is something inside. A few days later the egg
started to rot. The chic died in the egg itself and could never
come to the world.

On the other side, Adbhut kept the egg in the best of his hens' nests. And
one day, a beautiful, peachic was born. It had no feather, but its beauty was
unimaginable. Few months later, it turned into a peacock full of youth, dancing with a bulk of feathers charming everyone in the neighbourhood.
Its feather were so colorful that it attracted people from the whole
town.

Vibhut also got to hear about Adbhut's peacock and decided to go to his place and
see the peacock. He was amazed to see the peacock and later told Vibhut that the
egg he got never bore a chic in it and that egg was not a real egg. On this,
Adbhut told him, "even your egg carried a chic but you never believed that
it did, and you killed it by the doubt on your dreams. However, I always
believed the egg to transform into a beautiful creature, which it did one
day.

The story was simple but had carried a deep meaning in it. I read this story when i required that leasson the most. The story tells us to always believe in everything we do. A small crack of doubt may break the filled dam of our hopes and fruits.

For my Ma and Pa.

I have been wondering a lot on how should i be starting this post... and finally i decided to start it the way of showing you that i am not able to find a good starting.

Well, after i shifted back to my home town and left my office and joined my family business, i have become real irregular in writing new posts... and whatever i say to make myself motivating, it won't be much of help and i will write only when i will be(and that would really be rare)

Anyways, a few days back my elder brother and his wife happened to see a complete fall of moon from "full" to "new" in Kerala. yeah they went out on a trip, a long awaited by both of them.

As i had been recently to Kerala(around 7 months back) with my wife, i was handed the responsibility of making the bookings and arranging for tickets, taxi and hotels.
I, happily did that.

My brother has a child 15months old. As there were plans for them to go on beaches, houseboats and all, i succeeded in conveying them to keep the child with us, with me and my wife taking care of her. It was much tougher than it sounded when i said them and it turned out it to be more disheartening than what i expected(i expected none). I though we would get more close to the child.

She used to play all day with her grandparents(obviously dude.... my mom and dad) but in night she used to share our room. The very first day her parents left, she fell sick with puking all night. it was terrible.

She used to blossom in day with all the fun filled play, but as the sun used to sink behind the hill, har face used to carry a sorrow filled expression. She showed so clearly that she was missing her parents. Seeing her in the nights had become so difficult for me, and we were not even in a condition to tell her parents of that... we never wanted to ruin their trip.

The pinch on the bruise was that she never happened to come to me. She remained all night in the laps of my wife, she used to move her body away when i used to take out my hands to her to hold her and make her sleep. I don't know if she heard me planning for her parents' trip sometime, or she knew it was me who had made all the bookings and all the plans to keep her away from her parents. i felt disgusting of myself.

I have not yet let my brother and his wife let know of her behaviour, but deep inside me i feel the pain she was carrying from being away from her parents. I would never ever do to anyone what i did to her.. though it was for her parents' goodness... to enjoy the trip, i made them let the kid be at home.

I now, however, love the relationship a kid share with its mom and with its dad, and the way they love their kid. This is the greatest of God's gift to us for having parents to love us, tender us, help us, fight us and care for them. deveryone shows their gratitude in a way or other. i love my parents and would always do that.

The Hindu Crossword 9339

 

Across

 1 Short advertisement in the morning for the first person (4) Answer Annotation
 9 Bask in idle street arranging for fun and amusement (4,3,8) Answer Annotation
10 Hindu god found in an ashram area (4) Answer Annotation
11 False attitudes shown at public events (5) Answer Annotation
12 Song true, even for a folklore giant (4) Answer Annotation
13 Apprehensive causing an uncomfortable sensation (5) Answer Annotation
14 To examine and break down its components (7) Answer Annotation
16 Initially, wait eagerly leaving comrades on meeting each to accept gladly (7) Answer Annotation
18 To approve in when acting (5) Answer Annotation
22 Nothing to hold a spike (4) Answer Annotation
23 Reported floor pad lacking lustre (5) Answer Annotation
24 Ultimate nerd is endlessly seeking girls on this social news site (4) Answer Annotation
25 Sinless person be confused at the trait of being answerable for one’s conduct (15) Answer Annotation
26 Get rid of an outbuilding (4) Answer Annotation
Down

 2 Create right medium for not active worker (7) Answer Annotation
 3 Famous person now, up in the morning to turn on loud article in a short time (3,2,3,6) Answer Annotation
 4 Wrong male covers many an award (5) Answer Annotation
 5 A special one with meat jelly (5) Answer Annotation
 6 The seamstress’s sensation (4,3,7) Answer Annotation
 7 Way to turn over and over for a leisurely walk (6) Answer Annotation
 8 Most expensive for the beloved person (7) Answer Annotation
15 Discussions to turn back bed article set backwards (7) Answer Annotation
17 Religious leader has a broken pail in church (6) Answer Annotation
19 Rhythmic movement around den of the Common Era (7) Answer Annotation
20 Blotch of street article in (5) Answer Annotation
21 A main point of discrimination against the elderly (5) Answer Annotation

The Hindu Crossword 9338

[Enter Post Title Here]

 

2 Farmer’s tool having abnormal cells (6)Answer Annotation
7 Sheet of glass for Father in Nebraska (4)Answer Annotation
9 Former one in time to move out (4)Answer Annotation
10 Charge her poor performance to her dance master (13)Answer Annotation
12 An abdominal sac having an inflatable inner bag (7)Answer Annotation
13 Turn a leg for a can of jelly made of this (7)Answer Annotation
15 Festive celebration in a regal abode (4)Answer Annotation
17 Southern shopping area — not big in size (5)Answer Annotation
18 Both ways, a legal document (4)Answer Annotation
19 A detailed report of a short trip made down (7) Answer Annotation
21 Woman to produce milk left airconditioned modern art gallery (7) Answer Annotation
23 Short advertisement returned for game model to manage efforts to curtail losses (6,7)Answer Annotation
27 Lump on tree is a tangled mass (4)Answer Annotation
28 An assembly of components within gun items (4)Answer Annotation
29 Put inside sum of expectorated matter (6)Answer Annotation
Down  1 Wrapped up container of a large placer (6)Answer Annotation
 2 Following the first part of the human arm that is not new (10)Answer Annotation
 3 Struggle to deal with a police officer’s energy (4)Answer Annotation
 4 Desire strongly for an extended period of time (4)Answer Annotation
 5 Initially, mix enough sweet herbs in net like material (4)Answer Annotation
 6 Right in wrong image of a severe type of headache (8)Answer Annotation
 8 Soundly fix a look at a single step (5)Answer Annotation
11 Long poles with thousand articles for someone who rows a boat (7)Answer Annotation
13 Young girl to wrongly lie in circle for an astronomer (7) Answer Annotation
14 Chief accountant is one using an expression of doubt in a public hall (10)Answer Annotation
16 Sufficient quantity in a large number (8)Answer Annotation
20 Oddly, wrangle ire on the money risked on a gamble (5)Answer Annotation
22 To speak that is, of a sound film (6)Answer Annotation
24 Ship officer as a friend (4)Answer Annotation
25 Yield from plants found in an acropolis (4)Answer Annotation
26 Even interact in a clean condition (4)Answer Annotation

The Order of Ordering

Have you ever made an announcement for the people in your world, may be, say, on a blog to mention each person's name whomsoever you miss.

How difficult would it have been for you to mention whose name first, whose second, and next and next... so on? There is not just one person the most important. and if there is, (in my sense which is a hypothetical situation) you can't let the second most important person feel bad for being second.

So what should one do in such a case? Hmmm... pathetic situation na!!

I felt the depth of the problem when i was making the list of invitees for the wedding. i know i would write the name as in when they will come to my mind... like first come(to my mind) first(on the list) basis. i continued the same, then one day, i found myself messed up in a soup. I felt the urge of cross checking with few of my friends to avoid someone being left out. But then i realized what would the friend think seeing his name at the middle of somewhere.

Fortunately, i came out of that mess, for which I would thank few things:

the person who introduced the alphabetic order arrangement,

my school where our names in the register were also arranged in alphabetic order and

microsoft office excel, which automatically did that for me.

Besides, the above mentioned use, I would mention that arranging in that order also helped me avoid repeated invites to the same person.

With this I would thank all my friends who read, comment, encourage me to write my blog and encourage more to continue writing such things.

Heena, Aakash, Aswin, Aniruddha, Charu, Easwar, Neha, Saurav, Sunil, Urmila, etc. are to name a few.

T&C: All above mentioned are true to the best of my knowledge. Even the alphabetical order mentioned is correct to the best of my knowledge. For any disputes, feel free to comment, however, please note that the decision by the blog-owner would be the final one and unchallengable in any court of/Outside India.

Monsoon has come

It's finally here. The sky started to pour water on us. The long awaited monsoon has arrived in my town. i wish to move out, get drenched and go for a long bike ride, just the way i used to do it in Bangalore. But a blocked nose, due to cold and a heavy body ache is not allowing me to do so. But this weather makes me think of the nice things, making me write my blog again.

This Rain is not only drops of water. It is the love of the sky for earth... They never meet each other but sends love this way...

I too send my wishes with these drops of water to those friends who have made my life so beautiful, to those loved ones who made me understand the importance of life.

Enjoy the love of the nature. Happy Monsoon.

I will blog again

"what!!! no body to this post???" might be your reaction,
but soon there will be a post here dude...
kyunki.... yeh blog abhi zinda hain, mere dost....

The Instigation of a Culmination

Imagine yourself voyaging on a ship for five and a half long years. Sometimes you have the destination decided, and you move towards it, though still not sure you will get to them. And you try reaching it and sometimes you do. But most of the time you just feel like to go along the wave to the place so unknown, so leaded, so magnetizing. When you boarded the ship you didn’t know many people, and those you knew were just that you knew as people. But with the course of time and the sail, you meet people who boarded before you and also after you. You become close to few, closer to still a few and detested to some.

You find people of your likes, your tastes and your thoughts. You find people attracting you with their intelligence, with their cool behaviors, and with their attitudes. Few mesmerize you with their looks. And you know there are still more few people on board in some corner of the ship, you need to see. You have fun, freak out, eat, drink, sleep, roam around, flirt around with people, play, fight, annoy, crack jokes and do thousands of other things with the people on board. You learn many things. You get used to things so much that you can’t imagine yourself sailing without them, or rather you can’t imagine seeing yourself without them. You get so attached to the ship that you pronoun it as your own possession.

And then a day comes, when you are realized that this isn’t the place you belong to. You are confided that you boarded the ship to leave it someday. That day you find out that the place you consider your world, where you dreamt your future is just a dream in reality. A dream you had lived so long, so completely with, so much enjoyed it that you don’t want to wake up to drop the dream in the air. But life isn’t about sleeping, it is about moving ahead. I know, for me this dream had been so treasuring that even after I get away from the ship, I will be never forgetting it throughout my life. A part of me wants to go ahead and have all together a new air in the life but a major part of me still wants to be in this dream, voyaging places all the time.


Walking on the street I asked myself what makes me,
What is the conviction around that reveals the real me?
The vagueness of my random ideas and stimulations
are really real, or just a theater show at the matinee?

With a hollow wish, I have decided to move ahead
and leave the place I had been living in for so long
It’s not just the place, but also the happiness that
I am leaving behind to create new delights along.

Walking on the same street, I whispered myself
It’s not just me who abides but also are others.
This street will also be longing to endure my feet
as I pine for its ups and downs, twists and turns.

When I hide my face in the darkness of this night
to wipe the tears rolling down my swollen eye.
With the lamp of hope lighting in the dimming dusk
I wish to come back to the place I will now deprive.

Kahanii DP ki

DP: in school

The DP that I knew was not very famous in school other than to his few close friends. DP was very shy. He had switched many schools from his kindergarten to his High Schools. DP, in his earliest days of school, had very few friends. One among them was Amit, followed by some Surname (with no offense, a Sindhi Surname, ending in “ani”)

Amit was not from a well-to-do family, unlike DP, but still he used to get hot food when he used to return from school (that too unlike DP). But DP was happy being friends with him, and in fact he had only that one friend in two classes in primary school, and then they moved off. Amit’s father got transferred to some other place, still unknown to DP and to us. And with no Internet facilities at that point of time, they could never keep track of each other.

Then, life had to move on, and he had a new friend. This new guy was Rishab. Rishab was a charm of the class. There were many girls, who later became friends with DP too, having crush on Rishab. There were many things that have made these two chaps so good a friend of each other. Firstly, their houses weren’t too far. Secondly, both were in the same class, in the same section, on the same bench, and had always secured almost the same marks. They often switched first and second positions in primaries. Now when I think of them, my beliefs in friendship grow high. Contrasting to others, they used to help each other get to the first position. Something, that’s very rare to see even in real brothers.

Thirdly, both of Rishab’s parents were working. And may be the most important aspect resulted in their close friendship. As DP was not allowed to program night outs with his friends, he used to enjoy his after-school-afternoons. The time just used to flow smoothly. DP used to come from school, to have food at his home (and sometimes, at Rishab’s place) and leave to Rishab’s place. Both of them first used to do their homework, have tea, or coffee, or sometimes even plain milk and play with Rishab’s cousins, living next doors. Something that ran constantly throughout this time was The Idiot Box, unless otherwise, they played an outdoor game.

DP started enjoying those days. He had got someone he could share his works, his responsibilities, his feelings. Someone only few people get. But may be that wasn’t what everyone accepted.

To be continued…

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.

The N U M B E R S A K E

For my previous blog, had no names, and just numbers making conversations, I understand, it becomes quite confusing... that too the numbers are in ten-thousands, difficult to remember throughout the post.
There are LOGICAL reasons for assigning the numbers. Firstly, as the names weren't used, it surely means that identities of the characters were intended to be hidden. Secondly, I didn't replace the name with another, cuz there was nothing I could co-relate the other names to those characters and if I would have given some random names, I would have been unfair to them.
Moreover, consider, if I would have randomly picked a guy's name sitting in the same bay in office, I sit in, he could have charged me for harassment. I was just scared to use names. So I assigned the characters some numbers, which according to me can be related to the characters.

P.S. Don't break your head on deciphering the numbers, you will end up nowhere.

Teachings

"Where are you upto Boss? its not yet the weekend. You should be heading to office?" said 36772.
"You are right dude. I am just leaving for office." said 26633, his neighbour."
"with those on your feet?"
26633 didn't understand at once, but then he found the nasty look on 36772's face ridiculing his floaters.
"Don't mind!!! I know your company has no rules on the outfits, but still I think you shouldn't be wearing them to office", continued 36772.
"Oh come on dude. You are not serious. Are you? I like wearing them... (smiling) especially to the office." said 26633.
"Alright... if you please to... so you didn't return home last night."
"I was at one of my friends' place last night, with another of his friends around,(26633 told 36772)and we were not surely on the grounds. {smiles crossed} And different personalities react differently when they are flying high. So there was this guy, 16690, who gets philosophical in such an aura."
"16690 started all kinds of crap(26633 continued...), crap definitely is a super class which has many subclasses..."
"What did he do?" asked 36772.
"Ohhh", 26633 said,"16690 was giving some incidence happened in his life a few days back. This guy was working for IBM when he lastly worked under someone."
"What do you mean by that? He is jobless right now"
"No ra... 16690 now works for himself, he was a web-developer and now runs his own company."
"What's his company's name?", asked 36772.
"You think I was interested in knowing that and that too at the level I was on. He says he makes a lot these days, as he is the only employee of his company"
"So that's good for him, but what was the incidence that had happened?"
"Well, 16690 had been working on a major product for a client, who was charged big bucks for it. And he had been the only one in the organization so he had no software management tool"
"Software Management tool? that's the same thing which logs all the activities done on the code of the project. rite? Which one do you people use in your company?"
(26633 might have thought why is this guy always interested in comparing the tools used in his company with others.)
"Cut that, else I will forget to tell what I was telling you."
36772 nodded blankly.
"So what happened with 16690," continued 26633, "was that his computer on which he had worked for over a month day-in-and-day-out, crashed leaving him with just slag. He was in a situation of starting with scratch."
"Shit! What did he do then?" muzzled 36772.
"He said he had become suicidal and all, but then he resumed his senses, and tried to get most of the data. I don't know whether he lost some data or not, but to show he had a tough time, he told us that he could not recover the whole stuff."
"So??? that wasn't philosophical!!!"
"I know that wasn't. It was just the prelude, dude. The whole night went in just one topic discussion. I couldn't resist giving my ears rest, but I guess it went longer than I can imagine."
"But what was there to discuss?" asked 36772.
"Well 16690's third degree torture had just started. He orated that nature wants everyone to learn things in easy way, our own way, ways we are comfortable in, but if we don't learn it that way, nature makes us learn it the HARD WAY. I am just giving you the essence dude, but the discussion on this had eaten my sleep and night and made me come back to the ground level"
"I can understand and I pity you", sympathised 36772.
"Yes, I mean why on all become so philosophical with these things? And, there is no weight in the crap of nature's HARD WAY of teaching. I couldn't take any more of it, so I slept and started my dream-wagon."
26633 looks at his watch.
"Anyways, I gotta rush to office now", continued 26633, "and you also should get ready for office. BYE"

Two days later was a Friday, 26633 had gone again to his another friend to catch a flight without the air-tickets. He stayed over at his friend's place. And when he was about to leave, the next day, his friend's place. He realised his few things were missing. Someone broke into the house and flicked away 26633's valuable stuff.

Next Monday, when 26633 was rushing for the office in the morning, 36772 asked him, "Where are your floaters, boss?"
26633 said sadly, "They are stolen at my friend's place."
"...if not easy way, Nature makes us learn the HARD WAY", with a-mile-long-smile, 36772 couldn't resist saying.

The Me and the Selves

I had been missing myself all these days, I don't know since when but may be from the time I had been blogging, or from the time I had started to work on a live project, which soon became dead¹, or before I became an earning member of my family², or before I started my graduation, or much before that. I really dont know when but evidently I had been loosing myself, the self I used to admire, the one I used to be proud of, the me I used to call as a person.

It happened with the must of time, through the mist of the thoughts, in the midst of myself. I, many-a-time, think that why I consider myself as singular, when I know I am not one, I am many self, I am the one which has many lookalike, seen just one at a time, with one stream of thought, with one self. But truely its one only for others, I am having all my guises lying deep within me, murmuring constantly to the one the others can see.

Within different parts of time, I have grown many myselves, which are cluttered in my mind, in my solicitude, in my tranquility. I had a scintilla of God in me, and I realised at the same time I was the residence of the Evil too. Both of them had gradually evolved³ and have given me these reflections with various blends.

I might also defend it to the change in the thinking capability of my mind which has given birth to all these ownshooks, but is it truely the creation of my mind solely? I pullulate many questions in my mind giving it a new shape everytime in search of the answer, landing it with a new question and a new self.

These figures have become immortals, a permanent company for me. All of myselves walk on the same legs but follow different paths, all of me see through the same eyes, but see different images, all of us stay in the same mind, minding each others' parts. I want these ghosts to walk out of me, my life, but they will always be there, annoying me at happy times, and making me more sad in the bad times.

I carry my blank face when I want to dump them in the ocean but they bring the smile on my face for no resons, for no good. And then I pray to Him, May the Evil in me always remain!Amen!

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1 please don't curse me for it as I used to do, for I overheard someone saying that only 20% of the work we do, releases, on an avg. I don't know how true is this but one thing I am sure of is that I no longer feel guilty for it.^back

2 well, though I am saying that I became the earning member of my family. I truely and purely earn for myself. {smiles}^back

3 I am sure, the God evolved long before the Evil planned to reside in me. But I was the one who was enlightening the passage for the Evil to dwell in me, thinking the God is unaware of it. I was lured, and if I think hard I had no other options to grow to where I am right now, I had to let the Evil be part of my thoughts, my talks, my actions... my life.^back