Era: a period marked by distinctive character or reckoned from a fixed point
or event.
Nope, I guess the title doesn't match the content again. Oh well, what's in a
name !!
There are often some times in your life, when you find everything around you
very dull and boring. You've got a hell of a lot of work to do but you still
find yourself wanting of that little thrill or excitement, something to
look forward to each day or for some people, each weekend. Till about a week
back, I used to look forward to each Saturday and the guitar class at 3.30pm
but since this Wednesday, something's changed. Well, the reason is pretty
simple, my companion to the class left Delhi and now somehow I don't quite
look forward to the journey to and from Noida, suddenly, it's all become, just
a guitar class, maybe I'll go next week or the week after, it's not like
anybody but me gives a buck about it.
I guess it's all the boredom and irritation, that the constant banter that
goes on at the house, or the fixed routine of never doing anything I am
supposed to that has led me to this point, where this small change seems to be
the end of an era. I took two days to think on this, and I came up with this.
Yes, it is the end of an era. I mean, who knows where I might be in a year. I
might be stuck in my college looking for a job like all of the others in the rat
race, or I might have somehow made enough money and time to finally go
on a trip to Greece(not that I need the money), or maybe I might have decided
to study. Sounds highly unlikely, I know, but who knows what the future may
come. I mean, yes, it's just a god damn year, but does that mean that we'll be
playing poker the same way we used to ? Will there still be a bottle of Black
Label to hide ? Or best, will the person that had the most time, have even a
little time to spend on these things. Time will tell, of course, that's what we
all live on don't we, let's just let time decide and tell us how things are
gonna be.
Haha...I guess I was right then, there is a lot to look forward to. We all do want
unpredictability in our lives don't we, I know I would love some, and I guess you my
friend would also love to have something to look forward to. The end might be bad or
worse but we won't know until we're there would we now..that's it, going to guitar
class tomorrow morning,learning something new and looking forward to the end of this
year for a start of a new era, I'm good with that.
Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, March 31, 2009
Remembrance Of A Survivor(THIS IS NOT ABOUT ME)
I used to be quiet a vagabond in my childhood days. I wasn’t the average child who had the regular boring school-home-tuition-friends routine. Everyday of mine was marked with some new event about which nobody but I knew. I used to let myself indulge in all sorts of activities…from petty crimes to small acts of kindness to just roaming about like a mentally challenged loner or going to a new place to find some new people to play with. I still look back at those days and say…. Ahh… those were the days but it takes me about just over a minute to realise that those ‘were’ the days and I have something else to do now…something that will make me forget those days.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
I have no guilt or shame whatsoever in admitting that the childhood days were what laid the foundation for me to be what I am now and I am proud to say that whenever I stole a bag from a man, I always made it a point to somehow return it to him within the next 5 minutes.
I was in class 6th when these little adventures of mine had first started and I have a really strong feeling that the only reason that I took those tuitions was because I wanted to roam around and enjoy some independence. Even as a kid I remember bugging my mother to let me cross the road by myself and go to school… although she never allowed me to do it but in a recent conversation about my ‘selfishness’ I was reminded that it was in class 2 that she first allowed me to go to school and come back alone. I must inform the reader that my school was not more than a 2min walk from my house at that time, crossing the road was all there was to it, but hey…what do you expect from a child. I was happy with the way it was then and I’m sure I had no idea why I wanted to go alone I know now…that this has always been a trademark of mine from the time I learned to talk and understand. Getting back to the point, my little adventures had not really started until class 7th when we shifted into a new society that was a little over 1 kilometre away from my school and my tuitions. It was at this time that I began to use my bicycle as my path to freedom and peace. My tuitions used to end at 7pm and I have often heard my friends say that my mother used to tell them to make me understand the importance of coming back home on time. Simply put, my tuitions ended at 7 and I don’t remember coming back home before 9. Here again, I urge the reader to understand that in my house, coming back home after 7.30 was like a reincarnation of Hiroshima and Nagasaki.
So, as I was saying. Me and my dear cycle used to go to places, sometimes we used to ride as fast as we could and snatch a purse from a woman, only to return it on our way back. We used to have a jolly good time making friends and chatting with the roadside vendor who used to treat us to free boiled eggs very often. Sometimes I used to decide to go to Vasundhara Enclave and farther beyond the place and my poor old cycle would have to tag along, even though she was tired and out of gas. She used to have her revenge always though, I had a very hard and tiring time pulling her till there. I remember the one day when I was shit tired and had to look for a mechanic so that I could get the tires refilled with air. Oh man, was that bad or what! I was stuck at some place where there wasn’t a cycle mechanic for more than 3 kilometres on either side and I had to walk the all the way back to get my bike repaired. This was just one of the many instances of my adventures. There was this one time when I had tried to be Zorro. I had watched The Mask Of Zorro just before I left for tuition and I just had to leave my own symbol after my snatchings. Hence, my super fast brain thought of the perfect plan. I took a sheet of plain paper and cut it out very neatly into an ‘S’, the S stood for Sigmund since Sigmund had been born by that time but he wasn’t doing much stuff to get noticed, he used to be just a superhero that I dreamed off who could adjust to any situation and exhibit powers accordingly. So, I had my symbol, next was, how do we show it…well…again…after snatching I very skilfully threw the piece of paper towards my ‘victim’ so that he doesn’t know that I had thrown something...but little did I know, a wind was about to blow and alas…my little symbol floated away to some place far off. That was the last time I ever snatched anything though. I realised that I had become bored of it and also realised that I was in fact doing something very wrong. Yes, the people did look relieved when we came back at top speed and tossed there bag towards them. But it was still not something anybody would have liked. I am sure the reader will take me to be a certified retard after reading this and I am also sure that if you heard every little adventure that I can remember, you will actually have infinite thoughts in your head about me and the correctness in hanging out with me but I can assure you at least this much my friend. A lot of those adventured could be termed incorrect but all of them had taught me something or the other, I could at least form my own thoughts and ideas while I still had time to do it. They made me realise that I couldn’t do anything if I felt chained or forced. When I had to finally stop with these frivolities of mine, I realised that even the best things in life will not be with me always. You have to live with the memories, be happy that you have some happy memories and be upset when you have sad memories. It taught me, that there is a big difference between wanting to be alone and being independent but it is dangerously easy to get both of these mixed up and end up with nothing at all. I can tell you now that I have had a lot of experiences and I can hear people say that I am right. Yes, I will also tell you that I don’t like it when people always find me to be right but tell me my dear reader, isn’t that what all of us always want…don’t we always want to avoid every mistake and be right.
I have found no meaning in being with this system but I still give the people credit for being in it. I personally will never be a part of the system, it may sound absurd to you and it sounds scary to me. I’m not afraid of being scared, because that’s just another reason for me to walk on. I’ll have you know dear reader, that if you have even one true friend, then no matter what road you take, your friend will be at the parallel lane telling you to do what is right while the others tell you that you are wrong. If you have been unfortunate enough to not have such a friend, then I will be glad to oblige if you allowed me to.
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
FLOP
So....as many of you may know that I used to have asthamatic problems in my childhood and for the past 6-7 years I haven't have had a hint of it at anytime whatsoever....
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
This in turn has resulted in me being very cocky about the ailment and as luck would have it....after 7 straight years of no problems I have now been struck by a bad cough which has resulted into me suffering from a temporary state of breathing trouble....i won't term this asthama though since I was barely able to move when I used to be attacked by the wretched disease....
The above now results into me not being able to attend(most probably) the first two days of college and missing out on some more days of fun which may or may not be something epic(I won't know...coz I am sitting at home with my lungs all jammed up...FLOP)...
Now u guys may all be thinking why i wrote this post....well...I just wanted to tell you that in case you have been regular to my blog....u can expect some regularity from my side now since I am once again what I call USELESS !!!! :D
PEACE OUT HOMBRES
Thursday, July 17, 2008
On A Train
Here’s my journey back from a long trip to
So…I had been in Bangalore for the past 4 weeks(29 days to be precise)….and after cancelling one ticket back home and another after missing my train….here I am sitting on a side upper birth aboard the Rajdhani express….now…you all must have travelled on trains and it comes without telling that there are a lot of different people on a train…from the petty wallet thief to the wealthy first class guy….and I’ve had my share of train journeys in my life so far but none quite so…well…interesting I must say in my life….so like I said....there were many different people on the train along with me…. I shall start with my co passenger that is the side lower birth…
Side Lower Birth : I call this one Mr. Unsure…you must know at first that I boarded the train at 8.20 pm on 16Th of July…and I had talked to the guy who is considerably older to me…nearer to my dad I would guess….and the first thing I found out was that he was headed for Bhopal which meant that he would mean that his journey was a night shorter than mine….now….there were two reasons for me coming to this nickname for the guy…first I do not know his name and I never ask older people what there names are….second….and the real reason….from the moment he heard that I was headed for Delhi….he seems to have forgotten that his journey ends at Bhopal and seems to be gearing up to go to Delhi….
If you have been noticing the timings of my earlier posts you will notice that I stay up late at nights….and since it doesn’t change now…. I was awake at 4am when the train reached Secunderabad….here I decided to go have a look outside and to my surprise Mr. Unsure was awake and seemed ready to get down for some reason….naturally….since he found me awake he very amiably asked me if I was also going outside for a walk….and a conversation started at almost the end of the night….and amongst this Mr. Unsure says…”I think I’ll get down here and get myself some hyderabadi biryani…then I’ll catch the net train to Bhopal “…. I…..taking this to be a joke…..say that it’s a very good idea and give him my views on the biryani in question…to my surprise Mr. Unsure here gets down and goes around looking for biryani on the station since it’s a known fact that it is available there….after twenty minutes which is about the time the train stops at this station….he returns having failed his mission….says to me that he’ll take his luggage and get off….so that he can find the biryani….well…. I say nothing to this since the train starts off before he can do anything….
After this incident….the both of us go to sleep in our respective seats and in the morning during breakfast….he asks me about what I do in Delhi…upon finding out that I have taken part in plays he shows much interest in the subjects of the plays I’ve been in….one thing leads to another and this is where I find that Mr, Unsure is part of a theatre group which is the reason for his trip to Bhopal….apparently….his nephew is to be a new member of the group along with him and then he’s to go with him to Delhi for one of his plays there….but hearing about my little experience in theatre it seemed that he had decided to skip Bhopal and ask his nephew to come straight to Delhi….this is where I explained to him that all that I had done was small plays in my club and some two plays in my school….and now he seems to be gearing up to get down at his original destination….which leads to the end of this story.
Next comes a family of three….mother, father and daughter….
The Family Of Three : Here….. I see that the daughter has finished school recently and like many of us today is going into engineering as usual….as is normal…..a rain of questions come down on me as they learn that I’m also a part of this world of engineering….the father has the usual questions about how y college is and what my opinion of other colleges is while the daughter has other questions….her questions in order are as follows…
1.) What is the difference between all these colleges ? How are the ranked as they are ?
2.) Is it easy to pass out and get the job once you get into engineering ?
3.) Do you like engineering ?
4.) What is your life like after joining engineering ?
The first couple of questions were easy to answer since they are asked of me very often….but the next two questions is what results in this story….to answer the third question I told her all that I have said in my posts on this blog earlier….for the fourth question….you must know that by this time she knows that I’m not the studious kind and neither am I one of the high scorers…so here she finds out about the soon to be famous and already pretty infamous BASH BROTHERS….she learns about the trips around Delhi….she learns about the love for music…and she learns about the poker, flash and other card games….she learns about the epic nights at Andy’s place and the one and only at Adi’s….she doesn’t seem to have much to say about these though except for the regular stuff….and this is where the story actually starts….uncle(the father that is) learns about the poker games which are played with real money…and this gets his attention….and for the first time I find myself teaching an adult the games of poker flash and blackjack instead of getting lectures about the problems that gambling can cause….so…I teach him poker and flash pretty easily….since he has a liking to these games….and he challenges me to a couple of games in one of which he wins…flash not poker though…I’m pretty good at poker….then we start with the blackjack lessons and to my surprise….he isn’t satisfied by merely learning the game and wants to learn how to count cards in order to beat the dealer….and the both of us practice counting for a while….which results in me being the dealer and father and daughter being the players….we played with bits of paper as chips and although none of us were experts at it…. I found myself to be learning counting…this is where auntie(the mother) steps in and reprimands the two of us(me and uncle) for practicing gambling on the train….both of us laugh it off…and all four of us(uncle,auntie,sarika the daughter) start of with a game of rummy….this is where this where this story ends…but it passes much of my journey and we end at just about the time when Mr. Unsure has finally reached Bhopal and is gearing up to get down….and I am back on my birth writing this post….but I am interrupted in between this by the family of three again…the daughter me and uncle now engage ourselves playing stone paper scissors….
I was very happy having had the most interesting train journey of my life but little did I know that it had a last twist in the end….
The Twist : All this was made up by me in order to pass the time in this excruciatingly painful journey and almost all of it is the way I think would have made it interesting….
The point remains that a train journey from
Thanking you my dear laptop for helping me make the best of this journey…
Yours Truly….
HEHEHEHEHE……………
Friday, July 11, 2008
Statutory Warning.....You Figure !!!!
A shot tequila or a pint of beer
What do you like?
Whisky, vodkas or are you all clear?
Come on old man, you know its fun
Have you been for the one time spun?
Work smoke we now dread
Try a cigarette, instead
What’s for you?
Coke, weed or smoke?
Will you or not dope?
It’s all out there
It’s a part of being
Do the job
Previous to failing.
What do you like?
Whisky, vodkas or are you all clear?
Come on old man, you know its fun
Have you been for the one time spun?
Work smoke we now dread
Try a cigarette, instead
What’s for you?
Coke, weed or smoke?
Will you or not dope?
It’s all out there
It’s a part of being
Do the job
Previous to failing.
Here I Am....Rock You Like A Hurricane
Like I said earlier….don’t look at the topic…read the post if you have time…thank you.
Ok…so firstly all you have to know is that I missed my train home due to the freaking Bangalore traffic…so I am still in the exact same position as the past few weeks…except today because of a certain someone(no hidden meanings…just a friend of mine) made the day a lot better than the usual…
So…this post is actually not a post…it’s more of a declaration…I see by some past comments that my writing seems to tell some of the few readers that I want to kill myself and that I have been looking back at my past decisions etc and cursing them…so I just thought that I would clarify that none of these meanings were meant to be…I just guess I’m not that good so that I can get the real meaning out…and as I think…the people that read this blog are all the ones who know me…and are friends or at the very least acquaintances and I thought that they would get the real meaning pretty easily….
That’s all I had to tell….please bear with the obscure writing style….and keep this post in mind before anybody comes up with any conclusions…
Thank you
Keep reading…
P.S : Call me before you die....we'll make some other plans instead...
Ok…so firstly all you have to know is that I missed my train home due to the freaking Bangalore traffic…so I am still in the exact same position as the past few weeks…except today because of a certain someone(no hidden meanings…just a friend of mine) made the day a lot better than the usual…
So…this post is actually not a post…it’s more of a declaration…I see by some past comments that my writing seems to tell some of the few readers that I want to kill myself and that I have been looking back at my past decisions etc and cursing them…so I just thought that I would clarify that none of these meanings were meant to be…I just guess I’m not that good so that I can get the real meaning out…and as I think…the people that read this blog are all the ones who know me…and are friends or at the very least acquaintances and I thought that they would get the real meaning pretty easily….
That’s all I had to tell….please bear with the obscure writing style….and keep this post in mind before anybody comes up with any conclusions…
Thank you
Keep reading…
P.S : Call me before you die....we'll make some other plans instead...
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
Phases
There are a lot of different phases in a man’s life…as Shakespeare put it in ‘All the World’s a Stage’…or maybe like Sean Penn showed it in ‘Into the Wild’…another example would be the Z boys from ‘Lords Of Dogtown’….or maybe it’s like I put it…
It starts with the point where you’re learning the differences between good and bad…then comes a point where you learn about like and not like…then a gear higher into LAME and COOL(very important amongst us teenagers…don’t you think !!!)…and then comes the important part…when you finally get that mind of yours and you’ve seen some of the world…you start getting your own ideas of good and bad, like and not like, lame and cool….and this is the part where all the problems arise and some are even sorted out….this is the point where some guys become men and some girls become women….this is the point where your parents have trouble keeping up with you and this is the point where you sometimes start thinking yourself to be ‘matured’(true in many cases)…but amongst all this there is always a thought towards the activity called life…at the first phase you want to be everything that is good…in the second you want to be everything you like…in the third you want to be cool…and then in the important phase you figure out or at least try to figure out what you want to be….this is where all that confusion comes onto you…this is where you decide and find out if you have the balls to face life…this is where choices seem to be the worst thing in this world…but this my friend is where it all comes down to…this is what decides if you’ll be a pilot, a businessman, a terrorist, a diplomat….etc….or maybe you just don’t want to go with the system…. I’m not an expert of some kind but I think this point is what decides what is sometimes called destiny…. I mean….you may have done journalism and you may be a singer now….but think to yourself….wasn’t singing the best thing for you when you were at the important phase….a very good example I have from my personal life is Mr. X(a businessman now…he is a real person…but I don’t take the name of any person who’s not in my good friends list)….and when I hear how he was in this age…. I always find that he had less amount of money and he made the most of it….wherever he spent money he got the most out of it….isn’t that what a businessman does….doesn’t he spend his money on the stuff that would get him the most returns….and Mr. X mind you is technically an engineer…. So how does all this sound to you….does it sound right….do you think I’m right….well…. I’ll leave the thinking to you then…. Adios amigo….
It starts with the point where you’re learning the differences between good and bad…then comes a point where you learn about like and not like…then a gear higher into LAME and COOL(very important amongst us teenagers…don’t you think !!!)…and then comes the important part…when you finally get that mind of yours and you’ve seen some of the world…you start getting your own ideas of good and bad, like and not like, lame and cool….and this is the part where all the problems arise and some are even sorted out….this is the point where some guys become men and some girls become women….this is the point where your parents have trouble keeping up with you and this is the point where you sometimes start thinking yourself to be ‘matured’(true in many cases)…but amongst all this there is always a thought towards the activity called life…at the first phase you want to be everything that is good…in the second you want to be everything you like…in the third you want to be cool…and then in the important phase you figure out or at least try to figure out what you want to be….this is where all that confusion comes onto you…this is where you decide and find out if you have the balls to face life…this is where choices seem to be the worst thing in this world…but this my friend is where it all comes down to…this is what decides if you’ll be a pilot, a businessman, a terrorist, a diplomat….etc….or maybe you just don’t want to go with the system…. I’m not an expert of some kind but I think this point is what decides what is sometimes called destiny…. I mean….you may have done journalism and you may be a singer now….but think to yourself….wasn’t singing the best thing for you when you were at the important phase….a very good example I have from my personal life is Mr. X(a businessman now…he is a real person…but I don’t take the name of any person who’s not in my good friends list)….and when I hear how he was in this age…. I always find that he had less amount of money and he made the most of it….wherever he spent money he got the most out of it….isn’t that what a businessman does….doesn’t he spend his money on the stuff that would get him the most returns….and Mr. X mind you is technically an engineer…. So how does all this sound to you….does it sound right….do you think I’m right….well…. I’ll leave the thinking to you then…. Adios amigo….
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