Foes to Friends.

"Love can heal anything." This line is unonymously used in almost all bollywood movies. The application of this seemed hypothetical to me until the 7th of December.
Interesting things and events occur while I am with the Devil. This time again that special someone was on the line and I was just roaming about near my father's office waiting for him to get free from his work. While talking I saw my father coming down (winding up the talks) and he handed me the keys of our Car as he was leaving for some other work. I was asked to wait again and my stomach knew no bounds of hunger. So I decided to park the car and and eat something 'CHATPATA'.

As I parked the car and came out of it, I saw a huge, drunk, black (although color doesn't matter) man standing in front of me with folded hands and a helmet on his head. He removed his helmet and with a heavy tone :

Mr. Black: Take the car out of my sight.

[An angry black man double my size, get ready to fight Lt. Nuts]

Me: What? Is this place yours?

[Black man getting furious]

Mr. Black: Don't you dare raise my anger. I told you, just do as I say.

[Removing my watch and opening a shirt's button]

Me: What the hell can you do? There are other cars parked here already. I am not going anywhere else.

[Confidently turning a back to him]

Mr. Black: *Some abuses*

[Removes his helmet and run towards me. Are you going to kill me?]

Me: Wait there. Whats your problem dude? Arey arey.....

[There was no stopping him and I had to dodge him. Again the same abuses.]

Mr. Black: Take the car out I say or i will break either your head or the car's glasses. Just don't dare park here. All the bankers park their vehicles here and I can't even shit properly. Tell the bank to make a parking place here.

[So its a serious matter involving shit.]

Me: Okay. Let me park and I'll surely take your words to the authority. Actually I came here for the tender published by the bank for making a parking slot out here.

[I don't know what made me say this. But it worked like anything.]

Mr Black: [Less furious now] What? You are here for making a parking??

[The effect was fast. And i used it to the fullest.]

Me: Yes. I am a contractor. Here to talk about the thing what troubles you the most.
Don't worry I am taking my car out of here. I will sort out something and will look for a new place where cars can be parked. It generates a lot of money you see. Around 10-12 thousand a month.

[I opened the car gates and he came running to me.

Mr. Black: Sir, please forgive me. 'Ye to meri Daaru bol rahi thi.' Tell me where do you want to park the car. I will do it sir.

[Movies can turn into reality, Jaane tu....]

Me: Okay. Leave the car here only. There is still some time for me to go up there. I am going to eat something. I will surely put your name at the top in parking providers list.

[Confidence building up now, Felix Felicis]

Mr. Black: Thank you sir! I know a man who makes great burgers. He's my friend. I will take you to his shop.

[I am so naughty *grin*]

Me: Okay.

And then I had a burger better than any Subways in the world (When things are free, they become even better). He was confident that something good is going to happen in a few days. I assured him that Govt. things take time and it might take 6-7 months for the tender to pass (by then I will complete my engineering). I took his word that he won't be bad with the bankers and will let people park their cars at that place of construction.

Although I fooled him, it was the love that was there in my "chikni chupdi" talks that made him throw his weapons. I kept my word of conveying his message to the authorities. All of them laughed like nuts. They couldn't believe my way of handling him as there had been accidents with people tackling him.

I don't know the kind of treachery I used. Obviously I didn't wanted to hurt his feelings. The authorities agreed on my point (shit matters). To my astonishment, the bank has issued a tender regarding the parking place.

When I went there yesterday, He greeted me well and asked me about the proceedings in parking case. I could say nothing but gave him an assuring smile. and one more thing, his name was KAALU (no sentiments hurt, I hope)

How much time does it take to become a Foe? I don't know the answer. But I know the time it takes to turn Foe to a Friend. Let Love Prevail....

Nuts

Black And Green

I have this habit of roaming about nearby my house while talking on the phone or thinking something productive (Which ain't productive at all).

It was just another funny day and I was talking to someone special on the Devil (The hour count has reached 400 now). I usually don't keep track of my whereabouts while I am talking effortlessly on the Devil. I have lost my way around 5 times (A blind follower of walk while you talk ad).

This time also, I reached an unknown place and very obviously, I didn't knew where had I left my home behind. Although most places I discovered when I get lost were beautiful as I live in a hilly area, the sight of this place was not a very scintillating type. This time Columbus had discovered a small valley where most people dumped their house wastes. There were heaps of garbage and wastes. I saw some tarry black smoke coming out from one of the heaps which was about 99% burnt. The sight had already made a diversion in my talks and I couldn't concentrate on a single thing. Then came a kid in rags and gave the heap a blow with his huge stick. The burnt part got scattered here and there and he picked up some half-burnt poly bags and ran away waving his stick in the air.

I could imagine the condition of burnt Lanka by Hanuman (Part of Ramayana) at the sight of this newly discovered land. The scene reminded me of the inferno that took place 2 years ago nearby our home in Kota. It was like Hell.

While I was about to finish my talks and turn my back at this sight, I saw something very tiny, very green and very fresh in between the ash. I couldn't take my eyes off from this little creature. It had an appeal, actually a prayer. I don't know what variety it belonged to, but I have learnt that plants do possess life. And yes what better example of life can you provide.

While the whole world is fighting over carbon credits and CFC reduction, this creature wass doing its job silently and serenely. Although very nominal, but this infant was contributing to the cause (Global Warming). Acting in the worst conditions, it was giving life to numerous organisms. Its rightly said that " Kamal to Keechad mein hi ugta hai". So there always is and will be, a ray of hope. I had never felt the color green like that before. Neither had I observed a tiny thing like that before. But then nature is dynamic.

Hope can't be given away. If there is hope, there is everything and if its not, then nothing.

Get as many carbon credits you want but what credit are you going to give to this tiny contributor? Actually you are not even eligible to give credit to this magnificent fighter and survivor. Its up to us how we make and maintain our nature (Each one, teach one, plant one). Its not about black and white anymore. The battle has itself chosen a new opponent, Green. Now its all about a new war between Black and Green.

Nuts

A Piece Of Peace..

26/11/08
Last year..
For me it was just another day of my life. The same rush to college, canteen kachori, some drooling around and finally back to home. Played some NFS Most Wanted and reached the level of most wanted number 4. How happy I was. What an accomplishment! Slept as usual like Kumbhakaran, woke up, had a Tea, increased my bounty to 85lakhs and slept again. The world would have been much better if you were allowed to sleep all day and kill time as I used to do (and still doing).
Smack That all on the floor,
Smack that give me some more..

H-He-Hello!

What hello? Open the TV set right now.

[It was my father’s call]

Me: Kya hua Papa? Wait! I am just turning the TV on.

Papa: Make it fast. There is a news of some firing and blasts in Mumbai.

Me: (Still half sleeping) Yeah!!

[Breaking News. Breaking news.] There is nothing papa. Just the same breaking news.

Papa: Shut up! Change the channels. You’ll find it somewhere.

Me: (alert this time) Okay.

[ Ye khabar sabse pehle aap tak laaya hai India TV. Mumbai mein jagah-jagah dhamako ki khabar aa rahi h aur lagta hai k ek baar fir aatankwadio ne bharat par hamla kr dia hai…..]

And then the scenes I saw were unreal. I gave a short description of the happenings to Papa of the then present conditions. I was dumbstruck to the TV surfing all the news channels like nuts. Even if I was not the one who was affected by all this but then also the sight sent a chill. The live telecast which ran through that time is unforgettable. Media and market, making full use of this time, brought up new ads for the viewers. Just then I saw a car coming from somewhere making blind fires. People got down and they just ran away. It was the terrorists who had just passed in front of everyone killing and injuring many. Then there was news of the terrorists entering the Taj, The Oberoi and various other places. People were made hostages and some were killed on the spot.

Bang Bang Boom Boom was all I could make out from the sounds that were coming. Continuous fire from our NSG and the terrorists created hell at one of the World’s Most Trusted Hotels. There was fire at various places and one of the domes was blown-off by grenades. I could move an inch from my place since the time I turned the TV on. I felt helpless for all those who were in there. I could do nothing but watch the TV and surf different channels.

People enjoying their birthdays, companies discussing their future plans, anniversary celebrations and party for nothing, which we friends usually do, must have been going on at that time when the terrorists attacked. The attack began from a local train station where there was blind firing again. Several docile people were killed.

Some birthdays would not be celebrated anymore. Some anniversaries would not reach silver or golden level. Some plans would never be accomplished. Some ideas would never come into practice. Many policemen sacrificed their lives for us. For some people there was no one to claim.

Does it make any sense killing people like us? Where the hell is it written to kill your fellow men? The fight was on for 4 days and the result was very normal. One caught rest dead (The one caught has made the govt. of our country to spend 31 crores, the amount which could have enlightened 7 villages). There is still no result of the numerous trials that were being held in the past year.

I couldn’t sleep for those 4 nights and used to check the news in the middle of the night. My aunt’s friend lost her brother in the firing at the railway station. That time I felt that it could have been me or maybe you. God knows what’s in store for you the next second. I wore white colored clothes today for paying homage to the martyrs and who lost their lives in vain.

Yesterday, on the TV, I saw that child from some foreign land who lost his parents in that attack but was not crying at all. Wish I could be a child once again. We live in a country of Gandhi and follow his twin principles of non-violence and truth. Is this what makes the terrorists gain strength over us? I am not suggesting any measures to combat such situations (May such situations never occur). But we all need to be vigilant and alert at our own level. This would surely be a true homage to those who died that day.

We want to live in peace and harmony. I am a peace lover and I think that if these terrorists were taught the virtue of peace then they would leave their weapons for sure. I don’t think they ever experience peace in their lives until they die. Please understand this much that we just want peace and nothing else. When are you, yes you Mr. Al Kayda, Lashkar, IM and whatever, going to taste that Piece of Peace???

26/11/09

My homage to all……..

Nuts.

When You're Gone....

Wonder what happens when the object with which you have spent a major part of your life just goes away or becomes non-existent in a single bang (A bang that’s 3 times as fast as the speed of sound)?

I could not resist the feel for writing this post. When such things happen, you are broken. What I have lost is something that everyone valued. It gave me an identity of my own but now it is gone.

It is time for everyone of my group to groom and prepare for interviews for admission to colleges and getting placed in companies. For qualifying in an interview, it is always said “To Be Yourself”. But an interview nowadays is a mere degree up to which the Interviewer can be persuaded.

I was the one who gave the longest interview in the college to the Indian Army. But the outcome was prejudiced. I don’t understand what bias these army people have in their mind. I tried to be myself (actually I was myself) at the interview, but what these people want is all those sugar coated answers.

But this time it will not be the real me who will be facing the interviews. It has to be someone else. I will give them what they want.

Now I have broken up all the emotional ties with the thing (not just a thing) that I was having from the past 4 years. And yes, I am feeling so downhearted at this lost.

Well, it’s the very famous “Caesar’s Cut” a.k.a “Goti” a.k.a “Tikla”. Just a few hours back I had a chat with my brother who persuaded me to get this off of my visage. I was totally astonished to see my face without the Goti on my face (Being there for 4 years and now off in a macho bang). When the sword was out to wipe out the enemy, I felt like a thousand knights were approaching towards me to knock me down. Each and every hair that fell down was filling up the puddle of blood. The war between emotions and practicality finally ended with a lot of bloodshed. You decide who got slaughtered in this act of war?

What am I going to whirl around while I am thinking (Missing you so much this time)?

On which object will I perform all the experiments that I used to perform on you (and with you)?

Feels like I am lost somewhere. This is not me. The originality is lost. I can’t recognize myself in the mirror. But for consoling myself, I painted the mirror black at the very spot where my chin was seen. It really gave me a sigh of relief.

On looking at my gloomy face my father said,”Ye to ghar ki kheti hai. Aa Jaegi.” He boosted up my ruined morale by telling his own story of the removal of the long beard which he used to keep when he lived in Bihar about 23 years ago. He said “It really feels like a hammer being hit on your heart. But sometimes the hammering gives fruitful results. And then it is not the end of the world.”

This is what I am hoping for, some juicy results. Let’s see what happen when you’re gone…..

Nuts

Crushing The Love!!

'Crush'. The word says it all. The numerous meanings which this scintillating word has are as follows:

Crush (Krush) --- to gnash (teeth), crash, break.
                         --- to press between two opposite forces so as to break or injure.
                         --- to grind into small particles or powder.
                         --- to subdue or supress by force.
                         --- to oppress harshly.

English, being a funny language, has always been very interesting. The dual meaning words have always fascinated me. Here comes 'The Baap Of All' meanings.

Crush (Kruh-sh) --- An Infatuation

This meaning of the word is quite a confusing one. How the hell have the lexicographers created such a great difference in meanings of the same word?
A man is broken to pieces or crushed when he has lost his love. But the meaning gives the sign of a new love.
What a clash (And I just love clashes like this.)!!

What I have seen and observed is that a crush is rather a 'love crusher'. Crush being an infatuation can occur anytime and anywhere. But I can say this very surely that love happens only once in life. I deeply regret the fact that whenever I loved someone or just wanted to show my affection, I could not say or do so.

I was (am actually) really confused about the word and the thought that it gave. Whenever I interacted with someone beautiful or someone who can match up with my frequency of thoughts, the first thought that came to me was 'You won't fall in love with her. Its just a crush.' While the battle always ran through at the back and kept on hammering the nails (the war between crush and love).

I wonder how many crushes I had in my short life. From the very hot chemistry teacher (still miss her) of class 10, sexy seniors, jaunty juniors and some classy classmates to all those whom I have keenly observed and found qualities that fulfill my conditions of a perfect love, there is none whom I could say or in anyway express the 3 magical words. That's love been crushed (Getting my point?)

I am still unaware of the fact that what is existent? Is it the Crush or is it the Love? Crushes usually occur around 3-4 times a day (This is purely my rate). But the love feeling is still to come (I won't follow Paulo's theory of soul mates for sure in which you are able to see some sort of light at the left shoulder of the person you love).


After all these happenings and experiences (in my very small life), I can obviously say that Love is an altogether different feeling from what crush is. A crush might end up in a love story but this usually don't occur.
There is nothing like 'love at first sight'. Its rather 'Crush at first sight' and then it might get converted to love.

Have lots of crushes people and don't ask those silly questions (like me) to yourself. It's time to spread affection and love. If someone kisses you on right cheek then put forward your left cheek or you can also reply with the same gesture of love. Love is in the air. Just don't keep crushing your love..

Nuts