Uninvited

Marriages are made in heaven – It’s like a tag present on almost every product- made in china..!!! Well no one is offending the fact of their origin or production, but why all of them happen on the same day for a certain period of guru and sani’s happiest days. Why the discrimination towards those two dudes??? Seriously- One can’t enjoy the delicious food if one is invited to two marriages simultaneously on the same day and time. He will miss the food and not to mention about other perks at the other marriage which he cant make it on time.

Why cant marriages are distributed evenly for the whole 365 days so that one will have an occasion a day to take a break from his/her mom or wife or their own-self (in the worst case) made food and a female to dress up like a bee queen.

Well, coming to the point (which never existed), past week my family was invited to the whole dump of marriages for the 4 days and I alone attended every function on an average of 3 per day(treating my stomach as a dump-yard).

It is the last day of that dump and I felt relieved as I don’t have any for that evening/night. Living in the native place has its own privileges, in every street I can find an uncle and aunt who is related to me somehow (god knows. Pheww.!!), so its almost like a family gathering rather a marriage function. On that afternoon I went to a marriage and met my mom’s elder sis and I enquired about my cousin brother and told me that he is in home and need to attend his friend’s marriage that evening. We live in the same area so I am well aware of his friends and asked who is getting married? She replied “Sweety”..!! what? ‘sweety’?? her marriage, really? She is 27 though..!! I was literally shocked after listening to it and cant digest the fact that she is getting married.

Sweety- I dunno her full name until her marriage. She is my cousins classmate in school and college and both went on separate ways later and are really good friends till now. In my childhood i.e.,, my 6^th or 7^th std I went to my cousins annual day in school and the name of sweety babbled from every boys mouth. Later on I found from my cousin sister that she is like a top shot in the school with good behavior and character. Both of the families knew about each another (which I deduced later). So, in short I am hearing about her from 10 years and I really want to witness her marriage. On that evening my cousin called me for some other work and asked me if I have any interest to attend her marriage, I then said yes and asked him to pick me up as I don’t have any to attend.

We went inside the marriage hall and waited for his friends so that we all can eat together and her marriage is already started with her parents around them.  She used to be bubbly in the childhood as I hear but now (5/10) may be I kept too many expectations.!!!!

His friends have arrived and waited in line to eat and I am playing with my mobile. Suddenly someone touched my shoulder and called me ‘Rajesh’ by offering shake hand to me, I was shocked at once and returned with smile and showed him my cousin. That person is wearing the kind of clothes one wears to special occasions. He wished my cousin like a childhood friend and asked about my aunt, uncle and other cousins with their names.  (He is sweety’s father and she invited very few of her friends) and he assumed I am also one of them but failed to get my name or face. I felt lil ashamed and guilt for coming uninvited even though I hear about her.

Lesson 1: Never go uninvited even though she is your EX(nope..!!! not me).

I tried forgetting that with food- yes..!! it worked for that instant. We ate and sat at the end after eating and roaming, two aunties came to us and stared at us with a satisfied smile by seeing us and she started introducing my cousin and his friends with names and whereabouts to another aunty. She stopped suddenly by pointing the finger at me and trying hard to remember about my existence. She is scaring the hell out of me; I thought of giving her a break and told her that I am the cousin of rajesh. She smiled again and asked about myself. She stated in the end that ‘Hello, sandeep.!! She is the mother-in-law of sweety.’

Oh man.!! Why all bad things happen to me? I smiled and swallowed my anguish.

Lesson 2: If you are uninvited then pack your things after eating. Never do ramp walk around the whole marriage hall like you are the groom’s uncle and never roam with such batch as their parents come to you definitely at least once in the whole time.

She stayed there for a while and left, I was abashed and I was a free soul now as both of their parents are aware that I am officially uninvited. It felt like a big load is lifted off my chest and is waiting for flirtatious look. Another hand on my shoulder..!!! oh man..!! not again..!!who on earth is left to recognize me as uninvited. It is her younger brother turn now, as he is younger to me I thought of managing with a big fake laugh but err.!! No..!! like father like son..!!!

I stared at my cousin to please take me out of this. I rather listen to honey singh songs full day than getting another pointing finger to me by another kid and yell to me ‘Another intruder..! make him suffocate with questions!!’.(Yes.!! She had another younger brother)

P.S: I wondered, in most of the marriages I was invited to, I need to go to the hosts and need to show my face to them as a token of presence and in some I need to introduce myself as the s/o , g.s/0 so and so..!! Man..!!!! no one gave a damn about my presence in the function I was invited to but as an intruder I will get the attention of whole country it seems….!!!

All hail the a$$ KiSSerS

After a 4 months break and a tired out desperation I finally reached our capital Hyderabad in the midst of the stir on the separate state of Telangana. The sentiment never ends like it got dumped in AXE pond (definitely not chocolate flavour) which is making gender unbiased followers, well I can add irrespective of age too. The pity thing is: this so called sentiment hit the jobless sector even and I witnessed it.

After a lot of ambiguity and possessing multi options, not necessarily a three digit number, its <5 : my parents insisted me to go out of house as they cant bare my ‘no work period’ anymore. With the help of my cousin’s suggestion, like every techie does I too decided to join a software course. Yuppiiee..!! The course period is 3 months and as expected our batch consists 70% of employees in different companies, remaining some are 2012 relieved and others which leaves me, and my chair-mate ramesh and a gal who stunts in her little brain with a rubbish thought of ‘if she smiles then god is going to create an apocalypse to this earth to punish the sinister’ and she is doing an epic job of not letting the apocalypse come to us: wow..!! fantacy has its own peaks.

During an introductory class, I remember a student (I m not quite sure of his name), he is a 2012 passed out with electronics background, who prepared to banking from then and not succeeded in that, wanted to shift into software field with his brothers reference is doing this course. That is the brief of his introduction summing the arrogance, multiplying unnecessary ego, exponential to the ‘who cares’ type attitude. Wow.!! I am good at math. The above results gives rise to that 80kg (guess so) dumbass.  Life on the earth is miserable; previously it is Justin bieber and now him.

That was hell lotta description, our class is of 90 to 110 min which starts from 9:30 and end in that range. But, I never witnessed my faculty being on time. He is definitely a software guy with their usual negation- on time. As usual we are waiting in that laboratory full of computers, and god himself might never figure out which is the perfectly working system with a working shift and ctrl keyboard, and a mouse not having its post-mortem so that we never witnessed its dysfunctional LED and cancer attacked IC waiting for its death bed to arrive ASAP.

This incident happened in the initial days (why am I alive during that day) of the course.  After listening to a hectic conversation on ‘why females have boobs and males don’t have any’ from my co-passengers in the bus ohh..!! man you should have listened to them: quite an amusing and lot of informative debate (ya.. hell lotta info) and far better than Food bill debate, I sat in the middle of the laboratory like a host and was sitting quietly. 10 min later this ‘dumbass’ came in with his jam face and occupied the chair next to me and mumbling inside him. As an Indian and a southie, we equipped the habit of getting to know about your neighbours quite from ancient age without bothering whether the neighbour is interested or not?? This Indian gene is dominating me at that instant and out of formality I just smiled and said “Hi”. Well, after his bizarre expression he repelled the same word (Newton jii, what have we done??). With that my intuition stuck somewhere in between the discussion of Rahul Gandhi and Namo’s president ship discussions of chaii waala and his no-related in any way bhai (not only in this life) and I wanted to restrict to normal conversation in order to save myself. I then introduced about myself (my job interview preparation during college is helping me here quite alot) year, branch and yes place. I choose Vizag so that the need to explain more directions to other people from Hyderabad like google maps do will be avoided in the least case.
Then he started to talk in English. I didn’t expect this from him and I failed to see any pretty gals around him only mancho gym it looks like. I came to my senses and asked him where he is from? He replied in a salman khan tone ‘khammam’. I failed to catch that word and again asked; now it is an angry salman. I hesitated for a while and asked in an easy way “fine, Andhra only r8??” why the hell you picked up in angreji with me. Is there any shooting goin on or what??  “Andhra?? What Andhra and whose Andhra??”

“Arey yar, its khamman r8 (with a thought of why cant we use our mother tounge). I studied in my 10^th class social that it is in the state of Andhra Pradesh only”. “Again you are saying Andhra. Its in telangana state, and it is my own now” and rewarded me some benefits of information “Are you not aware of telangana state decleration, where you have been”.

I refreshed my senses now and “oh..!! ya, but that doesn’t mean that you have to cry on my habitual  civic responses ”. He then powered up his furiousness “Khammam is now in Telangana not Andhra”. Its rather amusing than angry due to this haughtiness or so, I tried controlling my laughter and failed in it. “Why are you laughing, whats funny in that??”
I murmured “what is so serious in that to fight about??”

“It is our victory and our pride and now you are in my state”

“Chill buddy..!! we are not those double faced politicians who are fighting for their existence with a mask of ‘We will do anything to save the rights of my people kind of stuff’.

Its better not behave like a N.Korean and S.Korean, lets just be classmates for now. Is it fine??” ‘Bring some wine and raise a toast on our friendship dumbass ’

Failed to wait to his anymore and seeing my faculty I remembered my destiny and followed it promptly and not to mention, that was a very warm welcome to me.

P.S: Even though I made him a little antagonist (I am no protagonist either), he is not that arrogant after our second chat, seems nice when one gets along...!!!

New neighbourhood part-2. Girl in every next door..

At last I discovered some patience in me in order to write about the Cupids involvement in the surrounding (new neighborhood)

This Greek dude is very powerful; he tried to hit me with his arrow of love but he either missed or restrained the thought by realizing that ‘not this time’, the sober part is he repeats the same statement every time and he failed to rationalize that when my time is gone, all his arrows will be wasted for nothing.

Now, in my neighborhood I missed two cupids and third one will be missing in no time. As I don’t know the names, let us assume Pinky, Rinky and Vinky. Oops sorry.!!  I haven’t got any better names. They are not my daughters to Google in order to sort out the suitable and fancy names and also I am no resident of US who keep some sanskrit tongue-twister names which yields some divine meaning..!!! 

Following the queue,

The first one I peeked at and still doing is Pinky, the one at my 1‘0’ clock like they say in defence. Assuming the plane I stand is 180⁰, when I stand on the plane, she stays at 60⁰. In the initial days, I haven’t observed much but later on as I am busy doing nothing, I used to sit and watch while playing with a ‘destructive invention’ mobile outside my home. She is very selective in what she wears: she hates too much fabric on her I think. Her house resides nearly 50 foot from ours diagonally; this is making me hard to see her face apart from clearly assessing whether she is male or female. She too hangs along with her mobile 24/7 and circulates the whole slab like a moon around earth (may be her job is to find whether there is any enlargement in slab or not on daily basis, glad she is fulfilling her job successfully and I want to find out who assigned her so that I can find my own to measure our house (technically not ours, owners)). Whenever I come out, I see her sitting, walking or even standing like a tied up zombie without bothering about our five forces of existence. Occasionally, while buying potatoes or tomatoes or chocos in the nearby retailer we waited together, but I hadn’t dared to see her face and avoided every time. Mistakenly I have seen twice and I almost chocked myself in (not that she is not attractive but I failed to deduce the reason). My guru is in the next building, and my Saturn is in my mamas garage at that time.(ya, almost every time)

Unwilling to admit the fact that I used to ogle at her house every time I come out of my home, as I watch her from distance, I found out the difference from day to day and found out there lies Rinky and felt like cupid is near to me with his arrows and I am enjoying the sight. It is like a ladies hostel showing up a woman a day. Even though I curse about a college uniforms, it helps every guy or gal a lot while tracking his/her crushes. I came to know that she is also a techie gal in local college. One day I have seen her going out of her house and waited while at the end and some guy used to come and pick her and they rode as happily ever, this carried out again and I deduced he is definitely no cousin type according to their body language. Now where is my cupid anyways?! Ya.!! He is lost somewhere in samakhyandhra protests. After a month of my heart break, her family is replaced with a to-let board. Realizing the fact that life goes on.! With an optimist look I came back to Pinky. She too broke my heart when one of my brother’s friends came and asked in a bewildered tone “what?? Does she live here?” pointing to pinky. First punch was she is a (+2) student, and the second punch: After facing his question, I don’t want to listen to the later part of conversation as it is something every boy faces in his vigorous hormone generation period.

Now the next image Vinky, smart phone girl, her mobile resembles the mini size slate we used in our childhood. Walking with a stylish hip (err..!!) I only saw her rear view while walking away from me in a near view. As far I assumed she is staying in a college hostel either a techie or doc (as she shows up only on weekend and holidays, may be on her engagement in the coming days). I have seen her only twice or thrice as far as I remember and failed in seeing her face too till now: In our last pongal vacation, sitting in the balcony while talking to my dearest friend on phone and that gal too talking on her slate and blushing in periodic intervals. Grr.!! With her blushing my intuition struck somewhere, I too continued my call so that I can witness more blushing and can complain it to her mom if she blushes to someone other than me after our meet.

 To my misery once two kids showed up in her balcony, and with a grin eye I witnessed a lady clearing the sediments of nuclear blast inside the diaper of a child and that lady resembles Vinky. Even though I haven’t seen her face, but I cant believe that she is married and gosh..!! Mother of two children!!!. I threw all my hopes outside and cursed my stars for not showing minimum humanity on me. My HOD is far better than these sin stars. With his pathetic Oriyan English he forgives us in the end.  Even though we never succeeded in understanding all words in a sentence spoken by him, using our diluted brains we assumed missing words and digests the outcome. Gawdd..!! that was disgusting and I loved it.

I felt like I am drowning in sea, the hope came later: another gal showed up along with that mom and later confirmed that those are siblings and yes vinky is not yet married..!! ha ha..!!

Lucky her, after that huge misunderstanding I haven’t seen that girl, whenever I gave a look at that corner her dad or mom or kids appeared. Curse the hostels and the distance relations. Why cant a girl stay in the home and study in the local colleges so that I at-least ended up somewhere in the cycle of teenage relation (even though I crossed teenage).

Single- Dating- Committed- Engaged- Married- Divorced- Single.

  

New neighbourhood part-1

It’s been nearly 8 (+1) months we shifted to a new rented house. We reside on the first floor while owners grounded under us.

The new place is really a nice and cool neighbourhood with added greenery in the whole street apart from our plot (as the owners dad fears that snakes and other rare species are born only to bite his ass while walking out of the door..!! poor animals). Our street is a diversion from the main road and end at other side, so it is an open loop: the one who enters have to exit in the same way one entered. This makes our neighbourhood so pleasant with little traffic and less snores of bikers who always test their horns working condition or maybe a Romeo signalling to his (n+1)^th Juliet or vice-verse, times changed pal, sucked up technology is making everything possible . Our street contains 20 to 30 houses packed in 10 to 12 buildings.

I hadn’t observed much about my neighbourhood apart from the owner aunt who is younger than my mom. Literally, she made such an epic impression which made me ‘neighbourhood’ as my last priority in to-do list. She asks and explains everything to my mom right from how a pressure cooker stops whistling exactly after her second snore of the whistle and then running mute to chemical reactions occurred while used her detergent powder with the number of ions transferred or involved while bonding. I don’t bother about her explanations but what made my head go round is she still expects the explanation for those clueless events. Huh..!!! Unlucky uncle it seems..!!

She is the first one I see while opening my eyes and it is my daily routine now, one thing I hate is she doesn’t like to pluck the guava from the small tree downstairs. I think she wants to do a research on what would be the cell size of the fruit after falling down by the act of ripening. (If I get to know that she is fascinated after Isaac Newton’s theory, I definitely support her to pursue) I didn’t gave a chance to her research, I pluck and digest every piece when I find something about to ripen and if is eatable.( Even though  she didn’t complained atleast once),but I love to disappoint her. I used to tell to my mom whenever I pick one, so that she will cover the balance sheet of ‘no. of guavas on tree on { 'x+1' date, 'n' month, 'z+1' year} whenever my aunt puts up a worried face. That worried face seems like ‘she watched Manchu Lakskhmi’s directed cum acted movie.’

Everyone in her family is somehow related to us except aunt. Owner uncle i.e., aunts husband is a friend of my mama, her both sons studying 7^th and 5^th standard are my niece and nephew classmates respectively. Uncle’s father is an unknown, later on we found that he used to works along with my dad’s cousin, uncles mother is a close relative to my old neighbour aunt. It reminds me of peculiar southie families and their known establishments, even though one can’t be related directly but I bet they will sort out some kind of relation by deducing from grandfathers time. This makes them close to us and the only aunt is not related directly person. She passes on the daily updates to my mom. As a son I can feel my mom’s compressed anger and frustration on time and on her fate. Newton and Pascal will die in shock after calculating the value of both. We failed to tolerate and decided to leave their privacy. The best part is she comes alone i.e., without gangs. I often find in some serials and movies where a big bunch of ladies visits victim’s house and spices up the discussion starting from new golden hair to the Edward Snowden’s wife loneliness.

She never rests to ask me “Don’t you have college today?” She is asking me the same question whenever I answer the door right from my fourth year of graduation (I stayed in home more than college). She still asks me the same even after completion. I mentioned her whenever I feel disguised about myself that I completed my course and now waiting to go out of this neighbourhood, but to my misery in the next meet she again flashes the same question with same amplitude and modulation “Don’t you have college today” followed by “Is your mom in home?” My lab faculty D.V.R will be astonished to her accuracy and precision in the values of amplitude and frequency every time she puts up those questions.  Even my college faculty and friends never bothered about my presence in college, what is your problem in me not attending the college?  Let her questions rest in peace..!!

There is another aunt to discuss about. She stays beside our house in the next plot, but it is almost attached to our house. She is the previous tenant in our house. Her husband transferred to other place so they moved.  After they moved, we occupied it. Stars are not favoring them, they again moved here and inquired about the same house and got to know that we already reserved it. She is lucky she got an empty one just beside to her/our house. For the same reason or so I find her sometimes watching the walls and building may be good old times. She is very generous and kind hearted lady and is native of U.P state. She can’t speak Telugu apart from understanding one or two words when someone spoke to her. I am fascinated to her paranthas and always exchanges with our sambar idlis and yes appam’s.

       They wake up usually at 5 A.M just after I switch off my lights and then I start my sleep period. It is like US-India time differences and I am habituated to..(err..!! ya, she is the one who habituated to my room lights).

P.S: As my daily routine starts from afternoon or so, I am unable to see any of the male neighbours due to the work hours. That’s why I can’t put them here. That’s it, don’t even think about partiality or gender domination.

Pizza ‘hut’ without Pizza..!!!

It is a work of non-fiction and while reading, please tolerate the anguish on me for writing this piece of ___..! I m sorry, I can’t help it..!!

When I mention ‘hut’, it’s not a fancy ‘pizza hut’ where one can add few pounds of flesh around ones waist. It is about a local hut which can be found in south India mostly in rural places where the menu is restricted and follows strict timings unlike Kentucky. It can suffocate if being outnumbered, when one is ready to occupy every space possible inside it by leaving the cash box table, T.V which is the only noiseless and plays reasonable part (not in peak times), refrigerator which contains year old chutneys and rusty coke bottles. By leaving above places to their misery it can accumulate 30 members when closely packed. We often face rusty nails clamped onto the supporting woods where the whole hut stands. The purpose of nails is not served most of the times as the customer feels that his canines are strong enough than a opener of a bottle and the other reason in he is lazy enough to not move his ass while watching the bloody disguise show on T.V.

            Apart from customers, the ‘hut’ consists of a guy who counts the bill and one who serves and the aged person who always smoke and feels going away from cash box in a greatest sin in his life and the lady who do things and we failed to understand ‘why she is doing?’ along with two kids and a couple of hens which reminds us every time we went in that it too can dump wastes from her body like humans and they differ with us in not bothering about the publicity. Their living place too attached to this hut and it is the next segment of the hut.

Many people like Vivek, Likith and sandeep haven’t visited such huts in our pre-life of GMRIT, and assuming the reason that air dragged us towards it or the hostel food is keeping its distance to us by pushing towards hut. We have 3000 people overall, by leaving sathis, pathis and girls, it comes to 1000. I strongly feel that all these thousand members visited the hut once in the year and gets habituated it. Some are forcibly invited to it like me and gets attached to it like one does to drug. Surely they are making a fortune out of it.

I remembered one day in my second year of graduation: there were the days we three visit our hut for breakfast, dinner and snacks. After getting attendance at the canteen for the first two hours by eating every possible shittiest piece they make, we decided to take mob of 6 to 8 of our friends to our prestigious hut for lunch. Therefore, Vivek ordered for all the 8 members although the menu is restricted, ‘this guy Vivek will do something such that they even cook their heart and kidneys and serve us as gratitude.’ Assuming that we haven’t eaten any such till now and he ordered 50 idli, 50 dhosa and 50 puri. (Vivek is fascinated to idli, me to puri, and it’s literally wastage of space to talk about Likith favourite food as he eats anything forgetting whether it is eatable or not). So we can map Likith to dosa as he gave privilege to assume any dish as his favourite.

What happened is we called that hut guy and gave order at 11 A.M. As usual Vivek and I skipped classes, even though we are interested to attend but nature won’t allow us to sit by bringing something while going to class. We along with our friends and faculty habituated to our absence only in class. As the dinner time is approaching, we waited for Likith and our friends and there came the crises: Our mob is not interested in coming leaving we three behind and we started walking towards it by managing security (vivek..!!!!) and entered the hut like the three musketeers who are ready to take out the whole clan of army (here it is idli, dosa and puri) and started our task by not considering the number of items we have ordered. We have observed the hut guys anxiety and tension that order may waste (as 3 persons to 150 items, the ratio doesn’t make sense to him I guess). We haven’t considered his anxiety and started consuming slowly and the slow pace is picking up and consuming heavily without much focus on what and how we are eating, who are the people staring at us and not minding their inner comments “who the hell are those three dinos??” This guy Likith is unbeatable; nothing can stand in his way..!! Slowly the number of items started decreasing with our rage. I guess some people even left during this whole process feeling it as a symbol of extinction of human race and humanity. We stayed there for nearly 45 min. and the hut guy prevented the other orders, he wanted to witness the whole act going on there...!! and yes..! We successfully completed almost everything and left some as a gesture of modesty. While the hut guy signalled us to not to bother about left over’s, we returned our plates to bin and cleaned our hands with a little dissatisfaction.

The counter guy genuinely counted the left over items in the bowls rather counting how many we ate.  He may felt that math is easy by calculating like this. The whole amount summed up and dedicated to Viveks account (as he maintains a debt account and used to clear whenever the cash inflows are high..!! merci heavens for sending such a gracious kid). Everything went straight apart from the whole hut people witnessing this glorious event, daily customer’s astonishment (2 to 3 flies may get inside their mouth). Some people astonished, some surprised, some feared for extinction, some cursed, some regretted, some wondered. But we three walked normally as usually by cruising and laughing at everything and behaved like nothing strange happened.

The whole thing went quite apart from one spot. Right from our phone call to summing amount was witnessed by my local friend. He never mentioned about this seriously in that year, but I dunno what happened to him. Lately, he started mentioning and narrating the whole incident whenever, wherever we meet without considering the situation, time and place leaving me no other option apart to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the feeling of embarrassment while laughing along with their aaws..!!!!.

After my graduation, just a day before this post, we local mates went to some place to eat and reminding all such pretty things and he suddenly asked the whole mob to sit quite and I was eagerly waiting what made his look this much anxious and waited along with others.

He started narrating “In our second year while I was sitting in the hut, the hut guy got a call from someone asking for a bulk order of 50 idlis, 50 puris, 50 dosa, and we thought our hut is also developed and hosting parties. Then they entered, these three brats Vivek, Likith and sandeep, they ate everything without leaving anything to us apart from the leftovers: couple of puris and dosa ..!!!”

I gave a mild nod of acceptance and tried explaining the reason for our beasty performance that day, but restrained the thought as they are in no mood to listen and started mocking me. The entire mob knew about the crazy hut experience previously but they all behaved and laughed feeling it still fresh. I thought I may carry one or two dead bodies if they laugh a little more...!!!! huh..!!! naive morons...!!!

P.S: Nothing to say apart from nostalgic and mentioning you two..!! Vivek and Likith..!!

cant capture our exact hut..!! it is also one of its kind

In Nagavali hotel, srikakulam

in chennai egmore

yes..!!! inside hut...

In NIT-Trichy, that brat havnt even asked me whether I want that or not

Ghee rhost..!! T.N famous

ya..! yur guess is r8..!! prasadam counter..!!

In srirangam..!! later I heard its one of the worst place to eat

In srirangam

In srirangam

In chennai..!! rathna cafe..! sambar idly.!! its the best place to eat

Yah..!!! you dont believe.! bt thats our college GMRIT lawn..!!

 

Two sides of a coin

“Hope is the dangerous thing son, it makes a man go insane..!!!”

“Hope is the good thing, even the best thing in this world and no good thing ever dies...!!”

Well, both are controversial perceptions on a common aspect. Yes, it will be as the word perception itself includes diversity and uniqueness.

We cant defend ourselves with a view or we cant offend others views after a certain stage of discussion. We don’t have enough evidence to prove our version being correct. Everything we do and every word we spoke depends on the beliefs we habituate. That may be from family line and society one grew up.

It is unfair to question or to decide the character of the person basing on the above statements (Like a person who believes in hope is an optimist and the one who oppose is a pessimist). It is a misconception that followed in many instances by our human beings.

We know the universal fact that everything based on perception. Not only hope but the most of the things we know, as a 20 year old guy with an optimistically pessimist mind feels that everything depends on perception. Conclusion always based on how we approach and take that particular event. One may find million things in a single event. Very few things remain in the list of ‘independent candidates’ which are constant, atleast to our species. They can be referred as ‘universal facts’.

Now sticking to the hope thing,

            “Hope is dangerous”, well, yes..!! hope is dangerous: When we hope for something to happen or something not to happen, we expect it to happen, when this desire intensifies at certain point of time and no matter how unfair it seems we pray and expect for that to happen. We all know the part which comes after ‘expectation’. Once, twice, thrice.!! Yes we reached our expectation, but what if we fail, what if this person cant accept failure. Even though it seems so natural but the person may not feel so. It continues for a period of time and then the insanity comes into picture. That is the darker side of a person and will come into action.

The brighter view of hope, there is no need to discuss it in detail, as ones mere existence shows the hope we built on ourselves or others or on some great power.

Without the hope of being alive for the next moment, one cant live the present moment. The past is the best example one can look into. If one fails to institutionalize to the hope then everything will be shattered and turns into ashes.

One cant simply assume that there is no person in this earth living without having even the smaller quantity of hope..!! yes, we have lot of people, but when compared to the 7 billion population their number is very less and strictly speaking they too hope for something  which may or may not be physical or virtual thing but they hope for something which is not yet identified by a human diction and feel. Assuming them in the no hope category, their count is very less and precisely it is nothing when compared to the other part.

In a broad sense when we think on what making this much of % of human beings believe and trust in the word or feel called ‘hope’. We can map the reason towards religion. Whatever and whichever the religion one follows the hope and faith on them and life will always be the fundamental things one follows and adapt. Forget about the path for an instant but the best part is one stick to the hope whether it is blindly or logically, it is saving our system.

Let us not wash our brains on how the perception is formed and how it is ruling the both sides of the ‘hope’, its better to accept the brilliant fact that both the sides exist and it keeps the whole system stable. This kind of diplomatic perception makes one feel better. 

Not being a prince..!!

After realizing that it’s almost time to have lunch and missed his routine breakfast, also missed apathetic replies to his dad who always have his own idea of pushing his son to do impossible and the one dad failed to achieve. Apart from that, suggesting a ridicule act of what his colleague’s son have achieved. “What??, that slick achieved, oh..!! damn.!! Why all good things happen to such nerds, why not me instead.?? Fate always tests me huh!! ”. To his misery, his mom adds up with the another ball which is ready to hit his already blood spilled face: Her neighbourhood aunts sweet daughter Julie is selected for a company and starts working with a 14 inch screen electronic device and with a bastard manager who started thinking of nailing her..!!! and aunts explicit narration right from how many times Julie touches her canine while brushing her teeth to  how she follows less calorie food to keep her flesh as required (to whom..!!!). Err..!! blessed manager he seems to be and I bet He bagged lotta punyaas (clean chits) in his before life!!!!.

Glad, by delaying daily schedule for 5 to 6 hrs, these many irked moments one can skip he thought, overjoyed for a moment and listening to a perfect song bithches, bitches ah ha ha ha ha..!!! no no, other perfect song..!!! If I was a flower growing wild and free, All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee. ..!!.

After emptying last night regrets into the bin, started to flip the newspaper and found that one cant be blessed so easily. By finding that nothing is going to change in this world as easily apart from levels of ignorance and the stable fact is the level of stupidity will always be same and astonishing. Completing the success manthra by Anupam Kher and live out of regrets by Mani Shankar gave a surprised scope to his life. Again that sarcastic critic RGV’s statement made his optimistic mind and soul destined to garage and bin respectively (back to normal state). Why such persons influence more people, interestingly more than Mahatma Gandhi did influenced followed by Sunny Leone (both are distinctive though!!). Every column is same, leaving me with the London royal baby news Prince George Alexander Louis, the famous kiddo at that small age. Man..!!! Being Prince has its own unnamed privileges (apart from chicks and royal wine).

Covered on the national and international magazines and newspapers, whole paparazzi are waiting for his show..!! Poor prince..!!! not financially , but in the aspects of privacy, amateur fun, smell of street mud, baseball bets for a cent or two. With a bunch of geeks like him roaming on the road wearing flirtiest looks and romantic gestures to the pretty lady who passes by, eating a pizza like a nomad and a burger by opening up the two slices and spreading all vegetables, eating them individually (reverse mapping). Yes..!! Roaming with his childhood sweetheart..!!! Well, prince can’t do all such sort of stuff; I mean people will be obsessed if a prince starts behaving like a primitive (they feel so). They think he became lunatic if they found him along a common man’s job which is not appreciable inside or outside the royal palace. He missed all these childhood memories.

Prince, without having all those unprized possessions; he simply brushes his teeth with a golden brush (after the development of teeth only, even though he is a prince), bathing in a platinum tub while all the cutest chicks found in England standing around his tub (as in movies). Attending royal feasts, strategy development hours, golf to how to drive a plane (if he insists). Poor prince must be missing all the fun..!!!! wait a minute..!!! what he is missing again..!!! smell of mud..?? Well, nobody cares for the smell of mud if he has such privileges and owning an unlimited fortune which is not going to evaporate for the coming 10 generations, + 1 or 2..!!!

Even though both have its own terms one can’t argue: the one with golden brush and the one with plastic brush, both are alike physically, but the brought-up and the future will be completely depending on the family and its scope. Right from education, career, marriage, future and even death too..!!! A prince is likely to be end up in a luxurious coffin.

Both of them envy each other, at least at some point of time, even though it may not be for long time, but the fact is that one envy for one another. Humans right..??? who else..??

Prince may sometimes wait for his mom and dad to turn up and compare him with other kid to show their concern about their son and not to miss even the slightest responsibility towards their son. Our plastic brush guy to wait for a royal feasts with every possible celebrity and politician turning up and kisses his hand..!! kisses..??? for how long??? Daily..!!! whenever your eyes are open..!!!!

What??!!! no..!! that is not a fair game..!!

“No, I don’t want to be prince , I just need my mom to try wake me up for whole morning section, resulted in frustration turning off my fan so that I will move my ass from bed leaving it to my misery, and my dad to compare with that nerd..!! Man..!! I don’t think one will get a chance to curse someone who is a dipshit with absolute timing..!! one must be lucky enough to get a chance to do that..!!!!”
 

P.S: Congrats to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge for giving a Half blood prince...!!! 

Excuse me sir..!!!

Last week, two young people knocked my door, while my younger brother attended, talking to them and desperately asked for my presence. Mean while I am watching this awesome movie where an actor displays his collection of robot war heads against to the protagonist of that movie..!!! What a timing I thought..!!! I went on and found them young probably completed their MBA or something and carrying a backpack. I thought those are some sales representatives who come on the daily basis to get our warm blessings for their antiques (they feel them so). He introduced himself and called by my name. I was astonished for a moment and later he explained that some boy next door told about me. ‘made an impression’. “Ah..!! am I that famous??”. (Well, it would be cool if that pretty girl in other next door knows me too).

He then took a book from his back pack and is explaining about the contents of that book and some seals of oxford publications with a cost of 2000 rupees on its back and kept that book in my hand. I tried to escape from this usual chat by telling him that I already have one in my collection. But before opening my mouth he told me that he is gifting that 2000/- worth book to me..!!. It seems like finally my wish came true, Dear god, so it is true that you exist..!!! ‘made an impression’.

Wow...!!!! is my only gasping at that moment and he took another book with different content, almost same price tag and he added this to my gift cart, I stood quite innocent and submissive (who wants to avoid gifts anyway, even though it is a child diaper, Err..!! diaper is an unwelcoming thing, chocolate is a better substitute) he asked whether I had a computer, I told yes and he gifted another book. Ohh gawdd..!! its double true that you exist..!!

 He asked whether my parents are graduated or not, I told yes they are, Yuppiee!! he added another book to my hand. I am over whelming..!!! It felt like I won a gold medal in Olympic running race by sitting ideally in my home watching TV while emptying the food which my mom made for me, filled with pleasure, the whole scene is running in my mind.

All those books weight more, due to this my hand is losing grip and divided them with my brother. (It is not my gal frnd r8 to carry her in my arms even though she weights a ton..!!). they say being a girl friend has its own privileges..!!

He asked me, how do you feel now?? I was literally surprised and am waiting for a big surprise unconsciously. Ignoring them, I am flipping the pages of the top book in that pile and observing a myth why women cheat? If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? What made you gay?? Really interesting piece of work it seems. He stressed the question again to get my attention back from how come always male species???

I shifted my attention towards free pack and it’s like having a cyclone when we are desperate for a drop of water. He started blabbering about the company’s policy and told me: for the advertisement purpose he picked up some 20 students in our area and I am the lucky 18^th one to avail that offer. He started the math of calculating each price of the book and it came to around 12000 rupees and asked me what do you think sandeep? you are getting 12000 rupees worth books free as you are a lucky 18^th.  He smiled for an instant and told me, Sir, you can get all these books for free, no doubt in that, but (now my heartbeat started raising) as they are imported from UK, you have to pay the delivery charges of the shipment and it costs wholesome of 600 rupees per book, so it is 2400 rupees...!!! ‘With this, all the previously created impressions evaporated and substituted with, you are just another professional asshole who is trained and is getting paid to do that nautanki’,‘well played amigo..!!! congo..!! You just won as always’.

He is writing my name on the receipt without my acknowledgement. I told him to stop there and I gave an excuse that I have to consult my father before buying. I went back inside, and returned with a sober look, he got my point and again smiled (of course): don’t worry sir; you can get all these books for 12000 rupees from next week onwards that to in four cornered metropolitan cities.

After thinking a while, I loved the idea of marketing style they have adopted, either one buys them if interested or one advertise the whole event to friends(like I did now). Either way he and the company is gaining, leaving me as victim standing on the doorstep pathetically as I lost both books and the climax scene of protagonist kicking the robot butts in the movie I was watching previously. 

As a matter of fact

In a TED talk show, the speaker named Candy Chang who is a socialist, feminist introduced an activity in her community place where she resides. She had taken an abandoned wall of the building and converted the whole wall to a giant chalk board and filled with a sentence

 “Before I die, I want to _________”. 

Anyone can post their ideas on that wall.

Her motto of the converting a waste piece to a social cause is to show that we are not alone, and to understand the neighbours (western country), to show gratitude towards time, relationships by allocating a little space for their loved ones in a public place.!! Wow. Isn’t it the best feeling one could get??

In our esteemed countries death is a taboo, we are not allowed to speak about it openly and can’t think about it too, as it may seem to accelerate its speed to us. Even though everyone knew that death is inevitable thing one face. Some say, it’s the final phase of our mortal life, and the soul will be free from mortal form and avail peace.

Keep their opinions aside, but practically preparing for death is one of the empowering things one does in their whole life time. It clarifies many things in our life, like things we want to do, which may be our dreams, wishes to attain contention, may seem like little things but those are the sweetest things for one who sees them in the way one needs to see..!!! Yes, death frees ones soul; thinking about death enables its trigger to follow the path of death. Finally, we are going to be ourselves.

I tried to note down: Before I die, I want to____________: I was constantly gazing that blank space for nearly 40 min and thinking like Sir Isaac Newton who is trying to figure out on whats making this apple falling down.

Atleast he got the thesis of gravity, but my situation dropped from bad to worst.

I tried to remind all my dreams, wishes, wills, whatnot everything I can remember at that worst moment. But, the strange thing is nothing is ready to suit in that blank space and I dunno why??  I tried to convince myself like; it’s just a blank, why you are giving hell lotta trouble for that??  

I don’t agree that I don’t have any dreams or wishes: may be my dreams are volatile, may be just evaporated for a while: Waiting for them to return. Yes, I do have some dreams, but sticking to the fact that most of them are conditional.

Well, skipping the debate of existence of conditional and unconditional, coz, both don’t have enough proofs to support their own existence. It’s only the matter of belief, the belief one keeps on gathering his/her whole life, decides to believe and to behave whether in conditional or unconditional state.

Is it unconditional dream is only called as dream one have, like they say unconditional love is the only true love kind of thing (huh..!!!). Why haven’t they classified dreams into two categories as conditional and unconditional?? Some of the discussion might be ended by this time with that clarification.

Now sticking to the ‘blank’, for some moment I tried to put down my little dreams like every other homo-sapiens do, it may be sky diving, bungee jump, deep sea diving, trekking, going to the moon, watch a live concert, unlimited shopping or a long-term ones: with our life partner sitting on the sea shore reading a book holding each other hands, children playing besides us, listening to a song by keeping earphones such that one in his and other in her ear, wind breezes simultaneously: wow, it is romantic and a happy ending like a movie.

Like I said, nothing is fitting in, it is not about the size and virtue of dream , but its something way beyond my rational and emotional senses and I am restricted to go there it seems.

Now, I tried a thesis that a dream is the one which our heart takes us to it, drives our passion levels towards it; dream is the only thing where our heart must take the brain. I shut down all my logical senses and tried to pin down my thought: Again that beach scene is flashing in my mind. It doesn’t make sense (atleast not to me), no one cares about our journey, what matters to them is our destiny, but subjectively, while thinking from my own perspective, journey must be a concern to us in order to reach a destiny, forgetting the part of choosing other destination in this due process of journey.

Even though my heart is pushing me to note down the whole beach scene in a simpler words “to keep my life beautiful” in that blank, my brain is not allowing and pushing me to the abyss of thoughts : “well, it doesn’t fit in the blank”, and the way you think is completely ridiculous.

In the end I kept that paper to its fate “into a dust bin” and cursed myself for seeing that video. But the fascinating thing is, I kept my spirits high at that same instant and thanked myself for seeing it: in order to think about the things I want do before death, even though I ended up in vain for this time.

P.S: Before I die, I want to____________:

Thanks for the “the one” for letting me penning the above (options may vary) thoughts.