*thinking*

Should I give it somewhat a poetic touch? …with fancy words that I never understood, what they actually meant.. ;

Or should I look for some cool & high fundu quotes? … which were originally said/used for a situation or even a moment-that I never bothered to really know or understand. Some of them I couldn’t relate with.

Or should I quickly take a picture from my window & explain more about the barely visible view?

Let’s see, I’ll try being cool in MY OWN WAY. (I guess, now I sound super cool )
< Yes, I am trying to be a bit funny & humorous by using these emoticons.>

Now coming back to the topic…  “Beautiful Morning”, I’ll try my hands at poetry first.

“There wasn’t any sun,
Yet there was a bright silvery light..

The cold breeze touched the body,
and … (what I wanted to write is, that I got goose bumps because of the cold breeze)

*Naah, I can’t be a poet. Let me try the second cool way.

…But what should I Google for quotes. cant think of any right keywords… Hopeless!!

Okay, Now I am gonna take the easy way out. My Way.

I think, the picture below is very clear & looks sexy. (And I guess, it’s good enough to get some pretentious compliments like “Woaaawww, whatta sexy sight. Lucky dude.” )

All it I wanted to talk about for so long is the sight of the range of architectural beauty. And honestly I love that sight, much more than any greener stuff (except the green smokes.  ;P ) that nature has to offer. Yet again, I cannot write a ‘Poetry of Bricks & Mortar’, But it’s, you know, the feel good factor I am talking about. But why… I don’t know how to explain.. Needless to say, the materialistic architecture is a profound amalgamation of the artistic taste and the principles science has to offer. And of course, I cannot expect myself to write neither on the structural lines of architecture, nor on the artistic beauty.

But doesn’t it feel good to see the long range of buildings. It’s just like the history that defined the beauty for the long range of mountains, seas, rivers, forests, clouds etc. I am not sure what they meant, but doesn’t this range of tall buildings look like a dream? The city they built was never planned, yet they look in order. They are in different structure, and are of different colors, yet they emerge to look beautifully stacked & organized. As one may define them, in short, they are the handsome future of yesterday.
Keeping aside the scientific intelligence and the artistic brilliance, which is not even clearly visible, the sight of this materialistic structure just inspires me a lot & touches upon the senses that make me believe in the unorganized yet beautiful future ahead and I feel so awesome about it.

They say, “Life moves pretty fast, if you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it”. This Sunday morning, I stopped to look around how green the valley is. I am glad I didn’t miss it!!

Kya koool hain hum.. hahah

before you wonder let me tell you, No, I am not an orphan. It’s just, I stay very far from my parents & for some reason they couldnot reach me in the hospital.  That’s ok.

Coming back to the topic, It was around 11 in the night that day, I gained my senses back after 5-6 hours of unconsciousness due to anesthesia and the next 24-25 hours was an experience that  i can never probably forget.

just give you a gist of the pain,  can you imagine how it feels, when someone stabs your knee with a dumbbells again & again, crashes it & leaves you alone somewhere in an unknown place? The surgical pain in the knee was something such kind. As soon as i woke up, I screamed in pain asking for some pain relief & some sleeping pills that will make me unconscious again and I wont have to feel the pain.

The nurse in the operation theater appeared and the 1st question she asked me “Dont you have a relative?”

WHat the Fu… No, I dont have anyone. can you give me a sleeping pill & some pain relief please?

Then after consulting with a doc she gave me some pain relief, which was next to nothing against the pain. Every time I called her, she asked me the same question again & again in a span of half an hour. Thankfully, I was brought back to my bed, It was about 12 then. and of course, I was dreaming for a sleeping pill all my way.  But you know, some dreams don’t come true. Shit happens!!

The visitors in the neighbour bed came over seeing me in pain, and asks “Beta, tumhara koi relative nahin hai kya?”. I was almost pissed off that time & started yelling at.. dont know who, probably at every nurses around.

Like a beggar, the whole night & the whole day I was begging for a sleeping pill and all i got in return is, “Dont you have a relative?”. on top of that, The 2-3 nurses who served in the ward, never missed a chance to make me realize that I dont have a relative and I am alone and helpless fucker, So you better shut your mouth & take the pain. Everytime they showed up, they asked the same question. huh, I was almost fed up answering that question so many times. But more the question, all I could dream & think of, is a sleeping pill that time.

you know something, majboori sabkuch sikha deti hai. gaand me jab aag lagi hoti hai, paani dhundne rasta apne aap nikal aata hai.

Yes, I learnt to ignore the pain by evening somehow. It was, infact, an inner motivation & my ego, I would say, that helped me a lot. The question actually worked like a command over my head. you know, how it feels to let your mind to be slave of some other stupid command. ya, Gradually I was able to zip my scream and divert my mind to the question with extreme anger so that my temper could take over my mind completely. The evening was somewhat better. As expected and believed, as the night grew, the medicines worked and I felt a sense of relief & slept for few hours out of tiredness. finally. *Sigh!!

&  obviously,   I was so happy the next day & proud of myself for having such bad temper in me. Bad temper, is something that they always suggested me not to have, But it worked magical for me that day.

Anyway, Now i dont have any compain against any of those nurses or anyone. Afterall, they are not my servants to listen my every order. They had their own resposibilty to serve me the medicine exactly in the manner that is prescribed, for the good. They became good ‘sisters’ afterwords. . As of today, I have made lots of relatives there; some brothers (house keeping staff) & sisters (not all nurses, some flirt with their patients ), who dont forget to say hello to me, everytime they visit the ward. hahahah.

P.S.: I donot expect anykind of pitiness on me. Please dont put your expressive comments like.. awww.. how poor.. or anything such. In fact I am not expecting any comments either! I just felt like sharing the incident in my blog, as I don’t have anything better to do here day along.

*many thanks @DadMom I owe you a lot. It’s an honor to have you in my blood.*

They had strong reasons for everything they suggested me to do. Some reasons sounded logical & convincing and some were lame. As I grew I picked the convincing ones & tactfully ignored the rest. Thankfully, my father was & is very supportive, he showed me a cheering flag to every decision I took for my own life because he found my reasons convincing. The cycle enjoyed its smooth functioning for 24 years. There were principles supported by enough logical reasons for every 360% move it took. Finally I reached to the stage of Complete Independence.. One may like to call it as: SAMPOORN SWARAJ!

But now things are not same as it used to be. I reached the age 24-25 & the same Dad & Mom are now suggesting me to do something without stating me a good reason for the same.. “How about settling down in life, dude? You should get married now.”

Q: why… because it’s the rule of the society we live in, they say

Q: who made those rules & what are the good fucking reasons behind that??? – Ans: Stop this vague argument. You can’t deny to this custom. Get a girl for yourself or we’ll find one for you. I want you to be happy.

Isn’t it strange? How can I be happy doing something I hate to do. I am not really sure they are the same parents who were so supportive for 24 long years. At least I never expected this thing from my Dad who understood me so well. What all i asked is just a simple good reason as to follow the custom (or whatever bulshit it is) that their society has set & they don’t have the answer.

See, I am not against marriage. But I have my own reasons why shouldn’t I get into any commitment.

1. Emotional Support: I don’t need any.

2. Free Sex: I would rather like to buy someone a rich dinner every time I need it

3. No, I am not ready to compromise my independence for someone else’s sake

4. I will not allow someone to take part in the decisions of my own life!

5. I don’t want to be a weekend entertainment package at home.

6. I hate those awful compromises & sacrifices that couples chose to do for each other.

7. And most importantly, how can I fucking live with a single girl throughout life? (Yes, Marriage in our society has set enough compulsory commitments & break-up Complications)

C’mon, all i m asking is a strong logical REASON to take such a step for my life. Hopefully this time when I go home I’ll communicate these things to them….

Dad, I have a good plan for my life. Please let me do it my way. Your son wants to be so big that he & his family never have regrets in life.  I know you care; I’ll take good care of myself. I’ll be happy. After all it’s my life- the objective of which is to surround myself with happiness & the riches of the world. I believe, I love myself more than anyone else does. And I am very sorry; I cannot put myself under any compulsion. Don’t agree? Tell me why.

Finally somehow we managed to place everything right after a *Strategic Struggle* for 4-5 hours.. hehe. Juts imagine the situation: now a Pin drop silent in the room.. 5 monkeys staring at the TV & VCR without letting the eyelid fall. & & & Here comes the biggest joke of that day: – none of us knew how to operate a VCR hahaha. Finally one Mahapandit who had once seen someone operating it, managed to set it successfully & it took another half-an-hour or 45 minutes.
& the show finally began!

I don’t know why but I was literally laughing my ass off while watching all those show-actions (:P). Why me only, others were too. Yes, we saw 3 dhisum dhasum movie at a stretch & It was about 20:00 hours we winded up the show . I was very very happy that day. The Moon & the Stars never looked as gorgeous as they seemed that day. Each star looked like an angel & I wished I could go & hug & kiss all of them. Hahaha *DESPO ME*

& the major tragedy happened after that.

Before you guess anything, let me confess that I had a sexy dream & it was really really a wet dream that night. It was around 4’0 clock, suddenly I woke up from bed & was feeling very restless.

Holy Shit! (Yes, you guessed it right .) I felt a kind of wetness in my trouser & jumped on my feet in bewilderment. For few seconds I couldn’t understand anything. I thought I peed in my trouser while sleeping unconsciously. For about 3-4 days I was in the same dilemma: How come sexy dreams make you pee in the trouser. Then hesitated, but gathered some guts to share this story with my friend. When I actually shared this with him.. Bastard rolled on floor laughing his ass off.. & explained the situation what could have happened with me. I was feeling so embarrassed but was having a sense of joyfulness at the same time.. Still don’t know why.

Yes this was then & as the time went by, I started learning more on this.

Hope you are not laughing… hahaha

….. whtt whtttt? “Sardars now act smart!” .. Whatttt the fcukkk? are you OUUUT of your freaking mind?

Certainly not DUDE! I know what I am talking about (though I am not in my full senses while writing this ahaha).

“Sardars in jokes are no more dumb!”

Achha tell me one thing, Do you still like the Sardar jokes very much.. all the old ones, new ones every other sardar jokes? Ohh yes, you do. I know that! But have you noticed that there is a different charm in the new Sardar jokes now-a-days?  Yeah, Sardar still plays the lead role but now their acts are smart, the replies are incredibly smart. Aren’t they?

For e.g. Joke: A Sardar was riding a horse & crossed the red signal intentionally. When the cop whistled to stop him Sardar looked back & lifts the tail of the horse say says: le karle number note ….  Hahah. Wasn’t that a smart act? & yes, this is fresh googly in the market.

Sardar jokes have always been amazingly hilarious & they always will be. I guess Santa-Banta is the best creation in the history of comic characters. They rocked together. These two bastards made us laugh fucking rolling on the floor many a times. Their dumbness sometime seemed as their innocence. (Chutiyon ke sar pe singh hote hain, lekin inke toh naam me hi Singh jude hai hehe)……  But Santa & Banta are now divorces. Santa-Banta Jodi jokes have become very rare. Now they individually handle the jokes & have their own shares & stakes.  … SEE they have grown up now & smart enough to handle joke business on their own.

So, what is the take out from this lecture, bachho?

SARDAR has become very smart. He is no more a stupid. He can kick your ass really bad & will buy you a Zandu Balm taking money from your wallet.  …hoye hoye oye Pappe chahe kuch bhi karle, we will continue laughing on your jokes. hahahah *SINGH IS KING* *SINGH IS KING* *SINGH IS KING*

PS: @ Sardars & Singhs : this post is not at all intended to hurt you (in case it did). It’s just an observation i wanted to share & gave it a funny touch And @ people who dont find it funny: plz throw anda, tomatoes & dher saara vegetables at me. I am running short of vegetables at my place

Sudheendra Kulkarni says, “Sonia Gandhi & Rahul made an essentially weak PM like Dr Manmohan Singh look strong by backing him solidly…the BJP & the Sangh Parivaar made a strong leader like L K Advani whose contribution to the growth of the party is enormous, look weak, helpless and not fully in command..” How true he is…

In fact, it has been known more as a Vajpayee Party or the Sangh Parivaar, that has weakened the image of BJP. There is no doubt that Honorable Vajpayeejee was incredibly upright when leading the Party & the Coalition. But who’s after him? Did he ever realize or failed outright in giving the BJP his successor, this does put a question mark over his leadership. L K Advani…He is a powerful persona (even heftier than any Gandhi) in backing someone but not standing upfront. Rajnath Singh…I wish he discovers himself soon. Sangh Parivaar… no comments…all I can say is their mouth stinks.

Yes, Lack of upright leaders is one of those many reasons of its hapless performance in last two elections. The actual defeat of BJP, not The Elections, it is the failure in sprucing up its own image.  Restlessness to get the position, running behind Coalitions, hatredness & babbling futile arguments…all they did was they made an ass of themselves. There was no Lotus they could sell. They showed up as if they are beating around the bush, there was hardly any clarity in their plans & hardly any confidence in their speeches…huh! It did stink like shit. History witnesses how the last decade was messed up by some crazy bastards’ misery & restiveness for power/position. Please don’t let it repeat again.

(Similar kinda story was seen for one more admirable party too & that’s Siva Sena. Bal Thakrey, for some reason, failed to handover the position to the right man & we all know the result. India is going to see two more similar stories if they fail to give birth to the right child…One is Narendra Modi Govt & Lalu Prasad  Yadav the other)

Congress, as much as I hate them, I must appreciate the way they have built themselves in all these years. They never failed to tell a convincing story to people. If it was anything they flagged up then it was only about Congress & Gandhi family. There can’t be two lions in a forest; perhaps the Congress-Gandhi family had realized it long time ago. There can be only one king on the top & the successor belongs to the same family. Look at history no one from Gandhi family have ever sat on the top with a coalition government. In the last UPA rule, it seemed that Advani’s revolt stopped Sonia Gandhi taking the position, rather I am sure, and she saved her family image not accepting the Shared position. That is the dignity of a ruler.

If it has to be anything then that’s One Man Rule/ One Family Rule & believe me that is what works in India.

Anyway guys, the game is over for this election. But there is still a hope for the next time. you could be back with a larger force. With however little knowledge I have about politics, I think the necessary steps for you now would be:

1. Finding out the reasons – where did you go wrong and how could you overcome the defeat & who would be the bunch of right people for the party who could turn the world. May be an extensive Market Research could help you.

2. Instead of playing diplomatic games, Advani should step out from as a party chief, its time for him to find & promote a right successor & backing him with full strength.

3. Party workers: your resignations & your Public interviews, confessions…all that shit sound like you were the only right asshole over there who just woke up  & narrating about all the fucking nightmares you had…Honestly, It will be of no help for the party. Please help that old man getting out of this shit & apply your intelligence on building the party’s future.

& most importantly,
4. Time for NDA to die: You see when you were busy finding alliances, congress was sowing its own seeds. It’s high time now not to run after those shity alliances. You trusted TDP, you trusted BJD…what came out? They turned out be the lousy bastards who couldn’t even stand with when you were in difficulty rather they did hit you where it hurts the most. They just showed up their fucking ass & wanted you to lick it. You should have left them after 2004 election itself. Anyway It’s not too late, fuck it now. fuck all the bloody alliances you had. just fuck it & dig up the Ponds everywhere so as to let the LOTUS blossom. I am sure this beautiful flower would be the centre of attraction in the next election. All I say is, its not NDA its the – BJP is the word that should be flagged up.

though i have a different dream…I wish, I could gather all my guts & courage to go back to my place in next two-three years & join politics… BJP Zindabad!

There are three stanzas in this song. First stanza narrates the dream the man has got. Second one explains the execution of dream & the third one……..Objective achieved…The One is on Cloud9.  The confidence, the attitude, the determination is what flashes out on each part of the song.

1.  Hey suno na…Dil keh raha hai
Lalach badi kubsoorat bala hai
aaye aye dekho na…Kiski duwa hai
Aasman chule jo uska Khuda hai

Roj naya khwaab dede zindagi
Aise hasin sazza de
Jannat jahaan..aaa… Jannat yahan..
Jannat jahaan… Jannat yahaan..

2. Hey suno na…Duniya ka kya hai
Hum ne jo chaha, Hum ne woh kiya hai
Aye dehko na…Jadu yeh kya hai
Pathar ko chu ke mein ne sona kiya hai

Roj naya khwaab dede zindagi
Aise hasin sazza de
Jannat jahaan..aaa… Jannat yahan..
Jannat jahaan… Jannat yahaan..

Paisa jeene ki dua
Paisa marne ka sabab
Paisa ka jadoo ajab

Roj naya khwaab dede zindagi
Aise hasin sazza de
Jannat jahaan… Jannat yahan..
Jannat jahaan… Jannat yahaan..

3. Aye suno na…Aankho mein kya hai
Dil ne jo chaha dil ko sab mil gaya hai
aye!

Wow! what a line.. “Paisa jeene ki dua…Paisa marne ka sabab…Paisa ka jadoo ajab”. I liked it so much.

I must admit I have always been a slave of the Dream of sitting on a heap of money and having the One Power. Yeah, the dream has also been a motivation for me to go ahead.

Hell! The day is not far, I’ll have a Kingdom & will have a huge heap of money as my thrown.

Don’t know…It was a fear-provoking cry or an irksome symphony,
Don’t know…it was a misfortune for few or blessing for many,
But the dramatic presentation of News did entertain me.

Don’t know…what made me to mail & Sms my pretentious concerns
Don’t know…Gossips & useless discussions certified my smartass or not,
But I did enjoy doing that

Don’t know…what did I demand for-Peace or a war with Pakistan
Don’t know…who did I question to– the System or to myself
But I am happy, I am safe from all side

Don’t know…it was a Wednesday or a Thursday,
Don’t know…It was a black or a bright day,
But I Thank god, it wasn’t a dry day

“D” wish:RGV & Anurag Kashyap make a movie of it & but unique of its kind…I know, I am gonna enjoy the movie

Who died, who suffered, who cried….fuck’em all..let’s get back to work

Not even had a second passed that I heard someone laughing at me. His eyes were filled with pity for me. I stared at him in anger. He was laughing hysterically. I couldn’t make out what was so funny. I was about to shout at him, he smiled at me and said, “Hey! You said something quite interesting. I can see your affection towards for your country and religion. But could you please reason out your feelings for your religion and country?”

I never expected the question at that moment; I simply went blank. A few seconds later I gained consciousness. I fumbled and blurted, “We… we we….are known for our resistance. We are kind hearted. We are real human beings. Though the British and Islamic Kings ruled us for centuries, tortured, humiliated, exploited us for centuries, we have always walked in the path of non-violence and and and ….”

He suddenly sprang up to his feet and roared:

“and you bastards are cowards. You have always been in the habit of accepting slavery and you are the bloody half-wits the world has given birth to.”

I was staring at him like a fool, mouth wide open. He continued,

“You people have always cried that they ruled you, tortured you, exploited you, humiliated you etc etc. If you look at the other side, you will realize that it was you who let them do this to you. How could one rule over you, till you allow yourself to be their slave? How could one torture you, if you didn’t permit them to? How could one exploit you, till you let yourself being used? All the good things were made and built in Hindustan by these rulers and good things came out after churning a lot of blood, sweat and tears. Whatever you have and are proud of, were their initiation and underpinning. Instead of appreciating them, you are looking at their flaws?”

“What bulshit”..I moved my face to other side,

He sat closely to me and continued, “List out all the things you have done for yourself, can you?? Traditions, some blind beliefs…pieces like shit? Even the soul of your religion got purified during the time of the British and up to some extent by them only. The truth is that, you never loved your own people and God. You did not spare your God himself. You divided Him into 33 crore entities and in the name of those very entities you divided your people. Sigh…Ramayan, Mahabharat, the Bhagwat Geeta…these are your holy books, right? Has anyone realized what do those books really have to say? Have you ever realized the nicest things written in those books? Tell me, how many times you have seen those books? Do you have any understanding of your own culture? Do you respect your own culture in the true sense? The answer is a simple “NO”. And you imbeciles claim you are the best in the world, you are kind hearted…Hell! What the hell are you going to do with your kindheartedness? I say you are cowards. You could never be masters. You always preferred to be a slave, always took the easy way out.”

My mind and body were filled with shame. I realized what he had said. But who was he? I tried to touch him. But I couldn’t. At last I understood and realized, the man who showed me the dark and hard face of truth was non-other than my own shadow, my own soul. I am thankful to my inner self for making me see the world as it is and not as I see it.

You might not agree with my views on politics and religion. But the point I am trying to make here is “to see the world as it is and being unbiased, as biasness will always restrict our thoughts and imagination”.

I have just finished reading the book “The Godfather”. Don’t worry, I am not going to narrate the story or going to tell you about the greatness of this book. I believe we all know about “The Godfather”. The essence of this post is, well, it may seem a little weird – “DON GANDHI OR MAHATMA CORLEONE???” Nope, I am not going to criticize Mr M. K. Gandhi, no, that is not my purpose, at least right now.

As soon as I finished the book I started analysing the traits, character and the leadership qualities of Mr. Vito Andolini Corleone, whom we know as The Godfather. On of a sudden, a thought popped up in my mind which I have penned down here. It was a comparison of Mr. Corleone with Mr. Gandhi, father of our nation.

(i) Both of them were those rarities; who had refused to accept the rule of the organized society, men who refused to the dominion of other men. There was no force, no mortal man who could bend them their wills unless they wished it. They both were men who guarded their free will with wiles and murder. Their wills could be subverted only by death or the utmost reasonableness.

(ii) Both of them had one goal which arose from contempt for any authority and dictatorship, hatred for any man who exploited the law of silence. Mr. Corleone sprang upto fight against the rules that had crushed the country and its people for centuries. So as Mr. Gandhi did against the British rulers. Both of them chose peaceful ways, but there were loss of countless human lives, some way or the other, which unwantingly both of the leaders had to bear.

(iii) Both of them served the purpose of their own life peacefully. They ruled as informal leaders over millions and billions. Both of them were powerful speakers. Words were the only weapon they were armed with. Their speeches were as subtle and discreet as they could be.

(iv) Mr. Gandhi was a freedom fighter for our nation who worshiped non-violence to maintain a peaceful operation towards the goal. Mr. Corleone, the most powerful underworld mafia at his time handled all his operations and was able to maintain peace in underworld so that the common man lived in peace. Both of them never let anyone exploit the innocent.

(v) Rules of dominant society condemned them to a life not suitable to a man like them. They were the men of extraordinary force and character. There were hurdles, there were conflicts, but nothing could stop them.

There are no difference between these two rebels. But we see both in different perspectives, stamped in two different designations – Mr. Corleone as DON and Mr. Gandhi as Mahatma. So can I conclude that there is no difference between the words DON and MAHATMA against all dictionaries?

So Don Gandhi or Mahatma Corleone???
Perhaps both were Godfathers to many…