Tuesday 25 March 2014

The treat

So, more than the apparent joy people should smug their faces with on one's birthday, the "treat" is what is often craved for. Questions inquiring the place and time of the treat go on reverberating after each handshake, and some wishers are so worried about the prospect of free food  that the FBI would love to hire them.
Nevertheless, it's a sad world we live in; where what we crave for is seldom given to us. So, if, after so many repeated prayers and other piously driven religious ceremonies, GOD doesn't give what they want, who am I do go against the law and treat everyone? More than the disapproval of going against this law of nature 'cause of ethical reasons, the limited some of money that my folks stick me with is what makes me an ardent believer of the Almighty's strategies.
So,yesterday,there I was, with two of my closest friends, on whom the word 'bro' can be aptly stamped on, and three girls too. 'There is no fun in anything when the ratio of the sexes is imbalanced,' is what someone had told me, and, me being a bigger fool had bought it; and I feel pathetic for falling  prey to these "words of wisdom", not 'cause I jailed my fun activities to show them my gentleman's poster, but 'cause it went against my belief of how guys are more fun than girls. Well, being in an all boys' school all my life, and now, suddenly plunging into a coed college, that's my opinion and perception.


The music is loud, it's dark, and yet visibility is not zero; there is a TV, and there is a projector screen,too; there's a table with two almost-sofas semi-perimeter-ing it, and there we are sitting on them, thinking about how the whole day would lead on from now. Although it was already afternoon, but, let's swim with the current. So, um, that's just what was walking in my mind; I am not some psychic guru to tell what the others were thinking. However, going by their gestures, and postures, and trusting my art of deduction, I think they weren't thinking of something great either.

We ordered, and we waited. That's how life is, right? Wait and wait, and then eat the fruit. The fruit was chicken here, and the unmentioned beverages, which we were entitled to going by the fact that all of us had completed at least 18 revolutions of the mother Earth, were served, and the Constitutional justice was upheld.
It is always worth the wait is a cliched phrase, but in our case, it really was worth all the wait. The food, along with the beverages arrived, only to be molested by our hands, which made everything even more relishing; but heck, who cares when the oppressed are not heard, and we just assume that everything is alright in the world, and then go back into our delusional beds? No one does. So, why would we?

Drunk was the word that was hallucinating all over. Six hours had passed by, and time, like some bird-y dream just flew away. It was dark on the outside of the premises too now. Our brains' reins were tangled I reckon because we didn't know what to do. We were hungry! We were broke! We were drunk! But, we were happy. That's what keeps us going, isn't it? Staying happy in every situation.

When one door closes, either another one or two more open apparently, but now, a door had just appeared. Looking around, standing outside the building that had given us hazy scenes by emptying our pockets, what do we see? A door. The door to the reception of a recently married happy( let's be optimistic) couple.
What does one think of when the sound waves decode to the statement of 'newly married'? Yes, the first night sex, but that's more of an intimate matter; the food at the wedding! That does create Niagara falls inside our mouths. So,  the thought of the aroma, and the hype surrounding the food at the wedding lured us into the ceremony; and we ended up in casuals in an area ambassador-ed by formals. Weird we felt not. Why would we when there was super awesome free food? Humans are selfish, and we were humans. Enough said; and humans are stupid, 'cause firstly, it was really stupid of us to go there uninvited, the hunger and drunkard-ness is another issue, and secondly, none of the people with bright, over-stretched smiles noticed us, the intruders. So, it was more of a stupid-stupid situation, and we proved Einstein right all over again.

After filling our stomachs to satiety, the four of us; oh! I forgot to tell you that two of the girls had abandoned us midway during our voyage towards being drunk. So, the four of us, had out tummies slightly out, and as everyone thinks of doing the cliched right things after praising their selfish motives, we thought of letting the couple, who were acting as the Statue of Liberty at the moment, posing with everybody on the stage,  know that we were here.
Taking inspirations from Shawshank Redemption, we took a tissue, wrote a message," Thank you Mr and Mrs. We are very grateful for everything. You don't know us, but we do; and this is to let you know that WE WERE HERE", and gave it to a waiter, asked him to give it to the bride, and then did a Usain Bolt.


It was 2200 hours! We were on the road. Our parents thought that we were somewhere safe in the hostel owing to the lies we had showered upon them; so, we had just ourselves who cared. The street was deserted, packs of dogs ruled the streets now, the lights seemed brighter, and the breeze felt cooler, and we still felt 'high'. I took out my BlackBerry, dialed a number, booked ourselves a room in my friend's place, and off we were to spend the night there.
And, then, it was sunrise again. It was eleven in the morning. Unike, dominos falling down in a regular interval, all of us got up somehow, did what our bodies commanded us to do, and off we were to out respective houses to spend the sunday with our folks.

Sunday 24 November 2013

The morning hassles


The alarm beeps," 'Tts six.It is back!" Monday is here. Like karma,gone around and back, To feast upon the humans as snacks! With the snow flakes outside,and quilt upon; 'To stick to my place',is what I want. The archaic measures to knit my ravelled comfort find their way through; Hallucinating is then what I do. Suffocating seems my precious sleep's extension, But,I've to rise again in order to fulfil my detention:- A beautiful one perhaps it would be; With smiles and flirts and hugs my date should be. The voyage is long,and a tough one to sail; A perfect piece for the Guinness amidst all the gale. The effort does bear the sweet fruit alas; Teary I stand next to my better half thus. To bid adieu is the easiest task they say not; Brimming with need I hug my bed 'cause that is just what I want !

Sunday 22 July 2012

The Dream

After a yet another day of gruelling practice session on the football field, satisfied and at peace,  touching the turf and chanting a milli-second prayer, i make an exit towards home. With sleep earnestly trying to bind me into its grasp and muscles fatigued to the limit of breakage , I feel rather excited ,imagining myself playing alongside the legends of football Rooney,Giggs and Scholes at Old Trafford . What would it be like when Sir Alex rebuked the shit out of you when you made a mistake?Or when Giggs came upto you and said that you were amazing? These two questions ,assisted by several other similar questions always reverberated in my little head , and to find key to these questions was always my dream.

"Football is of no use,its a total waste of time," declared my mum before the University finals. I never expected her to wish me luck ,but I was happy that she knew about it;not many people understand  the obsession and addiction of football.
So, there I was , beaming with confidence and hoping to cross in a few awe-inducing balls into the box .The match ended in our favour , yes,we were the new CHAMPIONS! They say that one closed door opens another,well,i never agreed to that , and always thought that this proverb was coined by someone who dint achieve his dream ; I gained more confidence in this self made theory of mine when i got a call from a scout who had arranged to give me a trial at United. Apparently, he loved the way I played in the University tourney and thought United needed a winger like me. So , one open door led to another open door here, as we won the finals ,and I earned myself a trail at red part of Manchester!

The trials were due in three week and I was on top of the world. I was already ready to go with my surprisingly excited mum packing everything needed.'Mothers love their children more than themselves' ,well at least they got that right. Everything was set and seemed perfect ,but then that bit of imperfectness stealthily crawled in and I realized that I needed a new pair of shin guards. In a wink of the eye I left my house ,making steady marches towards the sports shop. I was bored on the way ,and fortunately my best friend phoned to congratulate me. I was trying to convey my level of excitement and crossing the road when a car with no headlights,camouflaged with the dark, unnoticed ,and accelerating like a cheetah, took me down.

I found myself in the hospital the following day , and just when the thought of the trials came to my head, the nurse dressed in white told me that I won't be able to play any sport in this life. A metal rod was fitted in each of my legs that saved my legs from being amputated. I was in a state of shock ,I felt like my life had been snatched away from me. The only thing that I loved the most was just gone. It was too much to handle,and I wondered how I would even survive.

I  work in a bank till four in the evening,hit the gym ,stop at the field and make it home in time for supper. This has been my routine for the past ten years now. The maximum connection I have with football is those 15 minutes I spend on the field watching people play(live their dream);and I think I 've forgotten how to even kick a football,but even now. We don't find the key to all our questions,and its not often that a dream is achieved,but when I shut my eyelids and put my body to rest, I dream . .I dream about Giggs   hugging me after a goal;I dream about Sir Alex teaching me new techniques . .I dream about playing football.

Wednesday 9 May 2012

Home gantries home


A sample post written for a newsletter with the keyword gantries .


Dusk battles its way in;the clock srikes seven ;and we take our seats behind the huge lights.Peeping down from our home,the GANTRIES at the 'Theatre of sounds',provides  with a dazzling entertainment as we just drown in the mesmerizing ocean of varied sounds.These concerts,as the two-legged call them,are nothing less than temple like ceremonies where a few dedicated preachers paint beautifully on the canvas of silence. My wife and me consider ourselves very fortunate, as not many chipmunks in the world get a chance to experience and get hypnotized by such a worship of music.

These GANTRIES mean everything to us.From shelter to entertainment,they provide us with everything.After the concerts, we are often seen jumping into a bin through a ventilating window to have our supper. A king's meal we expect,and a king's meal we always have.The human race either cares too much for us or all the humans of the world have had their meals to satiety because the bin is always full of scarcely eaten ,and sometimes untouched eatables."They entertain us,as well as feed us.The human race is devoid of any flaws,"sermon I to my wife at the end of every supper.

One evening as we habitually took our seats ,expected to be greeted by soul appeasing sounds,we experienced tremors and such disturbing and pinching noises that even Satan wouldn't have approved.These noises came from the machines,which were earnestly endeavouring to demolish the Theatre.
Within minutes the machines,operated by humans to my wildest disbeliefs,brought down the building.Our home,the GANTRIES,was all gone with a wink of the eye;and all that was left were the rubbles that once structured a temple of music.
This demolition was nothing but another form of deforestation,which too destroyed homes of many.
This concrete deforestation reflected the cruel side of this world;and standing by the rubbles with tears running down,I said to myself ,"Everything has flaws after all!"

Saturday 17 March 2012

An hour from St. Valentine's day ...

This post is totally on a different path . It is a supposed  poem in which I take the help of an hour from the precious Valentine's day to bring out the irony lingering on this earth . Hope its worth your time :D

                                    An hour from St. Valentine's day ..

                                              'Tis 7:00!
                               
                                     Ring Ring Ring. .
                                    "Happy Valentine's day "
                                    "I love you.."
                                    "I love you too,honey ! "
                                             "you know what ...."
                                             And talk'st they thus..


                                               'Tis 7:15!
                                 
                                    The moving box of metal makes it way;
                                     halts a mile before its stop to take its fare.
                                             Unorganized and stampeadial a fair is what it creates;
                                              a zoo of "cultured" animals is precisely what it makes.
                                 
                                    The inverse experienced one finds the jungle too wild;
                                    'survival of the fittest ' is not the game of a child.
                                               Uphill a task is well achieved on entering the metal box;
                                               touching his back he realizes his wallet is lost !


                                              'Tis 7:30!
                               
                                      One red light and all the rpms drop;
                                      the two and four strokes come to a standstill stop.
                                                The two legged then use the crossing of the zebra;
                                                a coin is blackmailingly requested by the deprived mames of the Gera.

                                       30 minutes of tick-tok is his limit,
                                       "courier of pizzas" , is what with which he is knighted.
                                                 Halted he too by the red light,he takes his stop;
                                                 when a new arrival to the pack takes away his stop.
                                        Off he is thrown his bike ,and on the road;
                                        his most used leg crushed under the four wheeled Ford.                                    


                                              'Tis 7:45!

                                      Noisely-serene is the environment,
                                      with the sick and wounded stretched away to the diagnostic compartment.
                                                 The intellectuals prefixed with 'Dr.' are the preachers here;
                                                  saving the lives of humans is their prayer here.

                                      A group of blood-related people anxiously wait;
                                      outside a theatre in which operations are made.
                                                   Off switches the red light ,and out comes the preacher;
                                                    and staright he goes to the teenaged creature.

                                     Shaking his hand he makes a face;
                                     "Your father is no more" ,is what is says.
                                   

                                               'Tis 8:00!

                                    "Baby ,its eight and I need to go!I love you"
                                    "It's okay..I love too ,and happy Valentine's day again!"                                                
                                    And thus they hang up..
                                                       "The day can't get any better",thinks she.
                                                       "An hour better than heaven ",feels he.

                                  And they both sink into the percepted beautiful munificence of the past hour...
                                   

Saturday 10 December 2011

Anna Hazare -the Indian Hitler or Gandhi? REALLY?!!



Well many  .. err not many but a considerable amount of ppl call him the Hitler of modern India  and a very large number of ppl call him the Gandhi of modern India.  Well , Mr. Anna surely has done enough deeds to be qualified for both the nominations .
Not many would know ,but Mr Anna started his social work when he retired from the army ,and that was much before my birth  . And this social work included improving the conditions of his village Ralegaon siddi ,which he achieved by rejuvenating the environmental conditions in his village. And thus for this reason ,Mr.anna is a well renowned personality ,not only in the political world,but also in the environmentalists' circle .I myself first came across this man in my 9th standard's EVS textbook  (for ppl who are puzzled- in ICSE and ISC you are made to study EVS as a compulsory subject ) .
Being a jawan in the army and losing all his comrades in a war ,this man was well patriotic and conditioned by life. He has experienced the TRUE LIFE ,about which not many of us would  even like to dream . Well ,this is just what a think .
so , yeah , without much loss of time Anna made his grand entry into my list of inspiring ppl ,which included "great celeb" like Wayne Rooney ,Dave Mustaine ,Joey Jordison  .. etc. Like all other teens ,my list included all the "cool " ppl who had nothing to do with welfare but had everything to do with music and sports. The only two leaders that lingered their way in were Gandhiji and Hitler . I know that's quite contrasting, but i believe that both are brand ambassadors of complementary  abstracts. One can't have peace if no war was there and vice verse .
Anyway,  so there Anna was in my list . A completely distinguished personality , who had not more that 10% of the support he enjoys today . Though i had to mug up what all and how did he do stuff to make improve the condition of his village like afforestation ,using biogas,rain water harvesting etc.,but that mugging up made me respect him even more. I thought to myself that even a man known to none had come from nowhere making me mug up his doings to pass in my exam . This was the thing that has kept inspiring me till date.

Today Anna has the support of  80% of the country ,who hail him as the Gandhi of modern India.Chants of "i am Anna" have reached all the major streets of India.His present fight ,i.e. against corruption ,interests almost everyone in this country ,and thus Anna has transformed from a man know to few to a man unknown to few. he has made the many ,that support him, feel that system can change in this country. Though many support him blindly because of the huge lack of trust in our politicians, Anna has managed most of the citizens to raise their voice against corruption.
I've heard a lot say that his methods our "unconstitutional " ,but i'd like to ask them ,do the "elected " ppl actually follow the constitution ?I mean where else ,other than in a circus,would u find ppl throwing stuff at each other. These very elected ppl who claim to be our representatives have left no stone unturned to make a mockery of our motherland .
"he has paralysed the parliament " ,is another famous quote anonymously coined by the elected ppl . Well, either way the parliament is paralysed due to the random fits which these parliamentarians get,which causes them to shout at top of their voice and destroy everything for which the tax-payers have paid. But i don't feel his methods are wrong. I mean is fasting not the most appropriate and best to mark ur protest in a democratic country like ours ?

So ,the ppl who support him blindly ,and those who feel only Gandhiji could fast for days hail Anna as the Gandhi of modern times ;and those who are related to some political party, and also those who  don't like his methods for some reason and still believe in the elected ppl and the very constitution; they endorse him as the Hitler of India.
Well,I consider him neither Hitler nor Gandhji.For me he still remains the same Anna, about whom i read in the 9th grade;who changed his village and his now trying his heart out to change the country . .. phew too big a task  .. but I am with you Anna :D