I will not eat until i have rats running down my stomach.
I will not eat till my tummy is full
I will not eat more than twice a day.
I will not gyrate each time i see dark chocolate.
I will change my hangout place from the 'Monginis Cake Shop' nearby to 'Rahul Fitness Centre' and will convince all my friends to do the same.
I will not drink more than 2 cups of free coffee at office per day.
I will try to lose my weight in an 'Arithmetic progression' and will undertake any means possible to keep the mathematical function alive.
I will get up at 5:30am every day and jog for atleast 3-5 kms.
I will have Brad Pitt as my inspiration.
Well, these 'were' my last New Year's (2007) resolutions and pretty bazzaire too as you must have found out. Luckily I managed to hold on to a few of them too... most unwantingly as, the 'Free Coffee Machine' was shifted to another wing so, couldn't have access to it other than mornings and evenings. Took up jogging religiously and in the process. befriended a lotta 'Uncles and Aunties' along with some chicks (which were not to be seen on weekdays) so, even voluntarily, i couldn't break the process as the 'Elders' (i will refer 'Uncles and Aunties' to 'Elders' as it makes typing easier) would call at 5:15am every day to make sure i gave them company.
Angelina Jolie was my fantasy chick so, Brad naturally became my nemesis and couldnot remain a role model (i replaced him with Nishant- a super lanky guy from my office and took his personal tips instead).
I continued to keep up the jogging part and can proudly state that currently i do run 13-14 kms at a stretch (had to take this drastic step as Elders couldn't keep up and i wanted to politely shrug them off. Imagine hearing a stock market and a politics- blabber along with 'Aaj kal ke naujawan kitne bighad gaye hain' type discussion every single morning!!).
Could not change the hangout zone as reportedly 'Nice' chicks visited the cake shop religiously and the implementation of my suggestion was naturally not feasible.
The gyratings continued at every desirable entity (couldn't help habit).
Weight loss surprisingly did happen, and in an arithmetic progression (this part is debatable) but, at a very slow pace. The only satisfying part being the investment to return ratio was very high (I invested only in running shoes, those too from the grey market). Yeah, it paints a fine picture but, I wanted my waist to reduce and that frustratingly did not happen. It was extremely irritating to see my body to take a better shape (better than a round one earlier) at the end of all that, you see that flab of fat around your waist. No matter what (even 50 ab squats every day) i did, it did not go, it reduced in size but, it wont leave. I argue, why does Sinhaji's Dog which is well fed (much more than well fed) does not accumulate fat? Why does Nishant get a lanky figure and gets to keep it and not me? Why does Keira Knightley have no fat on her body? (this might be a bit too far huh?).
I tried every trick in the book, searched the net for fat burning medicines tried herbal advices given by the Elders (Are biotech guys listening?) but no help for the fat around my waist. I am able to see the linings on my stomach now (muscular linings i.e.) but the fat is still there, like its made to stay, like its the inherent part of my body (eg. kidneys, lungs, heart, etc.).
So, here is the New year again, time for new resolutions and new lines to be drawn (supposedly not to cross). And, i am going to break all that i had promised myself last year. Yeah, thats my resolution. I am gonna grow fat again... like the fat around my waist needs company of some more. Like Asha aunty says Beta, you seem to be stopped growing (i am still trying to decipher what it does mean),
I wanna grow again.
And, what better way than growing from within and also from the outside?
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve.
New year's eve came and went, I am sure many of us would had spent a lot amount of effort (and money of course) to ensure that we all had (highly overrated) fun. Argue that we have to go with the flow.
The next day, i wake up with a hangover (I am not an alcoholic, lot of mixed up food caused it) wondering why no mishaps reported in the news papers? Had MUMBAI lost its charm of being notoriously criminal on eves (esp. NEW YEAR'S EVE) or had the newspapers gone cold and let the criminal incidents by (considering they were a common phenomena and didn't deserve any mention)? This actually made me perplexed (more irritated considering newspapers getting casual about criminality also considering the cut throat competition which is why they show jumping monkeys and claim them to be miracles then why not this time?)
Then came a settler,
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve Outside JW Marriott Hotel By More Than 40 Guys
There were smaller events also, i.e. Five guys die when their car (one of them was a civil worker) rams into a truck early morning. Now i feel normal again. (I am conditioned to such stuff you see...)
Since i am on a week-long holiday (my co is anorexic of happy people), I had a lotta time to kill.
So, what do i do? I sit and contemplate on today's newspaper.
1.Why did this happen?
2.What factors led to such a catastrophe?
3.Most importantly, Who or which type of guys did this?
Oh did i mention that a foreigner was also molested in Cochin?
We as citizens of INDIA have to understand this fact that one of our fundamental rights is
The right to travel and settle at any part of our country (with certain constitutional limitations, not applicable in this case)
Now, considering the situation, Picture this:
Now the really serious stuff starts:-
A lotta guys mainly migratory workers (We as INDIANS are inherently DESPOS esp in the rural areas as we have limited exposure to the opposite sex and so, we are vulnerable towards this issue more so when we all are in an inebriated state and spot a weak target to let out our barbarisms (more-so instinct).
Can we help this? Can we not drink? Can we not be happy (not enjoy)? Do is see some affirmatory nods?
The problem is that, the ones who earn some money (good amount, enough to pay disco passes worth 4500/- or more per night per person) are in a safe disco/pub where you can while away the night happily and drink all the time and then return home in the morning stating you had a good time. Whereas, the ones who cannot afford or have their funds reserved for the water work, they drink merrily all thru the time and then set out on the roads (even they have the right to clean enjoyment you see..), remember, they are drunk. Then the inevitable happens: They spot two good looking gals (even Tun-Tun of yester-years would be Beyonce to them at that time) and propelled by instinct get close and the fireworks follow (you know what i mean).
Now, did all that happened for good, should we turn a blind eye towards it? Do i see some nods in disapproval?
No, thats right, it shouldn't had happened, MUMBAI is a safe place for women you see... People behave themselves right? But what when we cant? Cause we just CANT, the control factor is shut down. The ones on roads are in the same state as those in four walls, but those enclosed, are controlled by guys who are there to do that. What about open places? Yeah right, POLICE is there for that... But that too will happen when they will be present which they were not (they were present at more lucrative nakas where they get or extract their NEW YEAR GIFTS). They were at all places other than where they were supposed to be.
Yeah we can debate on the presence of authoritarians endlessly but i have one grudge, Were the VICTIMS illiterate? Were they SANE? Did they not understand this major fact that the guys will be drunk on the roads? Did they not understand that they will be molested if they went in front of those drunkyards?
DO I GET THE MESSAGE THROUGH?
p.s. Commissioner was heard sating that the POLICE cannot do more in terms of security.
We call MUMBAI Cosmopolitan and do not understand the meaning of this word?
The next day, i wake up with a hangover (I am not an alcoholic, lot of mixed up food caused it) wondering why no mishaps reported in the news papers? Had MUMBAI lost its charm of being notoriously criminal on eves (esp. NEW YEAR'S EVE) or had the newspapers gone cold and let the criminal incidents by (considering they were a common phenomena and didn't deserve any mention)? This actually made me perplexed (more irritated considering newspapers getting casual about criminality also considering the cut throat competition which is why they show jumping monkeys and claim them to be miracles then why not this time?)
Then came a settler,
Two Girls Molested In Mumbai On New Years Eve Outside JW Marriott Hotel By More Than 40 Guys
There were smaller events also, i.e. Five guys die when their car (one of them was a civil worker) rams into a truck early morning. Now i feel normal again. (I am conditioned to such stuff you see...)
Since i am on a week-long holiday (my co is anorexic of happy people), I had a lotta time to kill.
So, what do i do? I sit and contemplate on today's newspaper.
1.Why did this happen?
2.What factors led to such a catastrophe?
3.Most importantly, Who or which type of guys did this?
Oh did i mention that a foreigner was also molested in Cochin?
We as citizens of INDIA have to understand this fact that one of our fundamental rights is
The right to travel and settle at any part of our country (with certain constitutional limitations, not applicable in this case)
Now, considering the situation, Picture this:
Now the really serious stuff starts:-
A lotta guys mainly migratory workers (We as INDIANS are inherently DESPOS esp in the rural areas as we have limited exposure to the opposite sex and so, we are vulnerable towards this issue more so when we all are in an inebriated state and spot a weak target to let out our barbarisms (more-so instinct).
Can we help this? Can we not drink? Can we not be happy (not enjoy)? Do is see some affirmatory nods?
The problem is that, the ones who earn some money (good amount, enough to pay disco passes worth 4500/- or more per night per person) are in a safe disco/pub where you can while away the night happily and drink all the time and then return home in the morning stating you had a good time. Whereas, the ones who cannot afford or have their funds reserved for the water work, they drink merrily all thru the time and then set out on the roads (even they have the right to clean enjoyment you see..), remember, they are drunk. Then the inevitable happens: They spot two good looking gals (even Tun-Tun of yester-years would be Beyonce to them at that time) and propelled by instinct get close and the fireworks follow (you know what i mean).
Now, did all that happened for good, should we turn a blind eye towards it? Do i see some nods in disapproval?
No, thats right, it shouldn't had happened, MUMBAI is a safe place for women you see... People behave themselves right? But what when we cant? Cause we just CANT, the control factor is shut down. The ones on roads are in the same state as those in four walls, but those enclosed, are controlled by guys who are there to do that. What about open places? Yeah right, POLICE is there for that... But that too will happen when they will be present which they were not (they were present at more lucrative nakas where they get or extract their NEW YEAR GIFTS). They were at all places other than where they were supposed to be.
Yeah we can debate on the presence of authoritarians endlessly but i have one grudge, Were the VICTIMS illiterate? Were they SANE? Did they not understand this major fact that the guys will be drunk on the roads? Did they not understand that they will be molested if they went in front of those drunkyards?
DO I GET THE MESSAGE THROUGH?
p.s. Commissioner was heard sating that the POLICE cannot do more in terms of security.
We call MUMBAI Cosmopolitan and do not understand the meaning of this word?
Am I a FAILURE?
After reading the morning newspaper, I realized CAT results were declared. Sadly, their servers crashed and i got my results through SMS. 87 percentile cant be that bad, I thought, yes they were a bit below the standard set in my community averaging 91 and hence I was below average but its ok.. I kept telling myself. There are quite a few good colleges who accept that score but not those of my area of interest. I wanted a diversion from 'Female Starved' Mech engg co to the other type- A Media company. Well, there's always the next time.
We are a bunch of few guys in my locality... not all of them whom i can call as friends but, we all socialize together in the evenings, hangout, play and do all casual stuff... Also many of them had appeared for the CAT and naturally we were discussing the outcome... two got 97-98, some of us got 86-90 other four got 91-93, the highest being 98.1. Us, the back benchers (most of whom i can actually call as friends) were having our level of discussion, y'know the 'We got a low percentile and hence which colleges we applied were a waste.' type and those above the average level were having their type of discussion. Barring some 4-5 guys, none of the rest were nerdy types. Naturally the one who got the highest was snobbing off.. Many were in awe.. he was after all among the coveted best 3% of INDIAN population. Well, the air of success and satisfaction was evident and we all settled down for a cuppa coffee nearby. Then the topper sat with us (which is an exception, he never tags along with us) and started his ga-ga about all those colleges he'd applied for will be accepted and blah blah... Then came a startler, he sympathized about our results and thats where i tipped.
The rest is not important but, its guys like him that make the institute he's getting admitted to, abhorred by me. I hate such guys and they are typically found in high-rise institutes where nerds get loozened up and achieve greatness. I am wrong, I know but putting up with such types is next to impossible, thats why i want a creative exposure in media (the aforementioned reason still holds true). Well, thats different.
Ever had a life where you have to put up with pessimistic parents every day? I am a rebel, i know and want to lead my own path. Wanted to get into a company of my fantasies and got into it.. left it, not cause i realized my fantasies were wrong but cuz of official reasons like HR and stuff... y'know all that. Then, i got into a mediocre co.. An unknown co... e.g. The earlier was the best in engineering in the country with a turnover of over 10,000 crores and the present has its turnover of over 100 crores. I joined not cause i was humiliated to join it but, it was a stone-throw distance form my residence. The pay is good too also is the environment, I get time to try out all that i wanted to but couldn't cause time was hard to find. I am in content buy my friends and parents are not... I am currently single also due to the same reason. I know, the society differentiates on not what you are but which co you go to... I can understand outsiders but my parents.. they should had understood my POV. I mean I get to play football after work.. almost daily and i am happier than earlier days but parents... they as always oppose it. They want their son to have that TAG... no matter if their son is getting a brain hemorrhage over there but the TAG is important.
Its funny in a certain sense that you realize the society out of your perspective. the way they treat you.. a first-hand experience.
We are a bunch of few guys in my locality... not all of them whom i can call as friends but, we all socialize together in the evenings, hangout, play and do all casual stuff... Also many of them had appeared for the CAT and naturally we were discussing the outcome... two got 97-98, some of us got 86-90 other four got 91-93, the highest being 98.1. Us, the back benchers (most of whom i can actually call as friends) were having our level of discussion, y'know the 'We got a low percentile and hence which colleges we applied were a waste.' type and those above the average level were having their type of discussion. Barring some 4-5 guys, none of the rest were nerdy types. Naturally the one who got the highest was snobbing off.. Many were in awe.. he was after all among the coveted best 3% of INDIAN population. Well, the air of success and satisfaction was evident and we all settled down for a cuppa coffee nearby. Then the topper sat with us (which is an exception, he never tags along with us) and started his ga-ga about all those colleges he'd applied for will be accepted and blah blah... Then came a startler, he sympathized about our results and thats where i tipped.
The rest is not important but, its guys like him that make the institute he's getting admitted to, abhorred by me. I hate such guys and they are typically found in high-rise institutes where nerds get loozened up and achieve greatness. I am wrong, I know but putting up with such types is next to impossible, thats why i want a creative exposure in media (the aforementioned reason still holds true). Well, thats different.
Ever had a life where you have to put up with pessimistic parents every day? I am a rebel, i know and want to lead my own path. Wanted to get into a company of my fantasies and got into it.. left it, not cause i realized my fantasies were wrong but cuz of official reasons like HR and stuff... y'know all that. Then, i got into a mediocre co.. An unknown co... e.g. The earlier was the best in engineering in the country with a turnover of over 10,000 crores and the present has its turnover of over 100 crores. I joined not cause i was humiliated to join it but, it was a stone-throw distance form my residence. The pay is good too also is the environment, I get time to try out all that i wanted to but couldn't cause time was hard to find. I am in content buy my friends and parents are not... I am currently single also due to the same reason. I know, the society differentiates on not what you are but which co you go to... I can understand outsiders but my parents.. they should had understood my POV. I mean I get to play football after work.. almost daily and i am happier than earlier days but parents... they as always oppose it. They want their son to have that TAG... no matter if their son is getting a brain hemorrhage over there but the TAG is important.
Its funny in a certain sense that you realize the society out of your perspective. the way they treat you.. a first-hand experience.
Predict Our Future
I was reading Harvard Business Review lately, but of an older edition, there they discussed the social scenario in the next 20 years and suggested a streamlined approach to do it yourself. I was impressed!
It dealt with a topic of totally new happenings, extremely sudden which will influence their times, something out of the blue which will cause a revolution and change the course of history. Why will that happen and how much time will it last. What when that will fizzle out, will anything else take over? If yes, what can that be? Discussion was in totality, the reader (me in this case) would be transfixed, fixated to the concept. Never was something of this novelty exposed to me and that too this simple (Well, it seemed simple after reading it all.).
I was totally hung on to it for two whole days, thinking about the points it stated to predict your own version of the future, which all according to you will make an impact?
I thought of the WWW, even iPOD for that case, YOUTUBE, Email, mobile phones, all sort of things but I had never considered RELIGION in my thoughts, I always had considered myself to be secular, true to the INDIAN spirit, UNITY IN DIVERSITY i used to think and then i read about the feud between Christians and RSS in Orissa.
This changed my approach drastically... Suddenly I found myself differentiating on communal grounds, What made some religions tick? What made them stand the course of time? Why are they still revered by their own faithfuls? Why is this first and probably the most important point of differentiation? And then, this little puny sized mass of jelly weighing a little more than 1.5 Kgs. steered in a completely new direction, BENCHMARKING.. If you are good, how can you make yourself better? If you are the best, how can you leave competition behind by miles?
Interestingly, if you observe, any new startup trying to wriggle itself out of obscurity has something new to offer, something so profound that users of that segment are tempted to deviate from their tried-tested area to that unknown new ground. If we apply that to religion, I myself being a HINDU, was highly pleased to hear that CHRISTIANS were and had a history of going the extra step in helping mankind, they are the ones to set up health camps (This is in context without any reference to NGOs and any otiose government agencies), shelters, etc. The JAINS for that matter have BHRAMHAKUMARIS, a wonderful organisation running by parallel lines, The MUSLIMS being very protective of their religion have Madarassas to help their kin, every religion for that instance has something or the other which has bonded into faith.
Now, I being from the majority part of the INDIAN population, should not be thinking about all this but sadly had to... Why cant we be better? Why cant we take cues from these and better ourselves? Why cant we organize shelters? Why cant we set up health camps? It may serve a dual purpose, for those authoritarians, it may serve as advertisement and for followers, it may serve as a new spark of humanity within themselves. Why cant we do that? Why cant we apply the PDSA cycle here? Are TQM principles inapplicable to religion?
Do we need Joseph Juran, Edwards Deming, Armand Feigenbum or of those types (From present era those who are alive of course) to put some sense? I do not call out just towards my faith for that instance, I call out to every faith, Every creed for that matter to better itself. If that happens, me turning into a total optimist is not far.
Alchemy may take over then.
It dealt with a topic of totally new happenings, extremely sudden which will influence their times, something out of the blue which will cause a revolution and change the course of history. Why will that happen and how much time will it last. What when that will fizzle out, will anything else take over? If yes, what can that be? Discussion was in totality, the reader (me in this case) would be transfixed, fixated to the concept. Never was something of this novelty exposed to me and that too this simple (Well, it seemed simple after reading it all.).
I was totally hung on to it for two whole days, thinking about the points it stated to predict your own version of the future, which all according to you will make an impact?
I thought of the WWW, even iPOD for that case, YOUTUBE, Email, mobile phones, all sort of things but I had never considered RELIGION in my thoughts, I always had considered myself to be secular, true to the INDIAN spirit, UNITY IN DIVERSITY i used to think and then i read about the feud between Christians and RSS in Orissa.
This changed my approach drastically... Suddenly I found myself differentiating on communal grounds, What made some religions tick? What made them stand the course of time? Why are they still revered by their own faithfuls? Why is this first and probably the most important point of differentiation? And then, this little puny sized mass of jelly weighing a little more than 1.5 Kgs. steered in a completely new direction, BENCHMARKING.. If you are good, how can you make yourself better? If you are the best, how can you leave competition behind by miles?
Interestingly, if you observe, any new startup trying to wriggle itself out of obscurity has something new to offer, something so profound that users of that segment are tempted to deviate from their tried-tested area to that unknown new ground. If we apply that to religion, I myself being a HINDU, was highly pleased to hear that CHRISTIANS were and had a history of going the extra step in helping mankind, they are the ones to set up health camps (This is in context without any reference to NGOs and any otiose government agencies), shelters, etc. The JAINS for that matter have BHRAMHAKUMARIS, a wonderful organisation running by parallel lines, The MUSLIMS being very protective of their religion have Madarassas to help their kin, every religion for that instance has something or the other which has bonded into faith.
Now, I being from the majority part of the INDIAN population, should not be thinking about all this but sadly had to... Why cant we be better? Why cant we take cues from these and better ourselves? Why cant we organize shelters? Why cant we set up health camps? It may serve a dual purpose, for those authoritarians, it may serve as advertisement and for followers, it may serve as a new spark of humanity within themselves. Why cant we do that? Why cant we apply the PDSA cycle here? Are TQM principles inapplicable to religion?
Do we need Joseph Juran, Edwards Deming, Armand Feigenbum or of those types (From present era those who are alive of course) to put some sense? I do not call out just towards my faith for that instance, I call out to every faith, Every creed for that matter to better itself. If that happens, me turning into a total optimist is not far.
Alchemy may take over then.
Little Manhattan
This is the first time you see... I cannot recall anything else than I know that I have gone through it before, I have a hint of what had happened real time. Then my little beloved devil sister thanks me for showing the movie 'Little Manhattan'. Then, the pieces come together. I suddenly recall everything, that wonderful movie, those days when I was a kid, when I liked a girl in my class, those times when she seemed the most beautiful lady on this planet, her smile, her frown when I used to come late to school cause we had lost our quality time together. Our after-school lunches together, those 6 months were really blessed. We used to do almost everything together after-school that is. She used to make my hair, we used to watch evening cartoons on DD (no cable TV that time), I would be the donald duck and she would be daisy. We also had our life planned out, I played the guy who earned bread and she looked after the house, I loved to rest my head on her shoulders, hold her hand, since she liked Tom n Jerry, I saved a bit to get the tape on hire and we saw it together.
All this was saved from the outer Universe, everything we had was a secret. We tried to keep everything within doors. Our world started at 6:30am to 7:00am then from 1:30 pm to 5:30 pm. that was the time that was never mine, as if the divine souls within us had taken control. This was no simple attraction, we rarely spoke to each other but, that silence was just pure divine. My parents left for work at 9am and returned after 7pm so did her's just that her mom was back early at 5:30pm. So, to accommodate us all, our parents decided that we all (my sis, me, she, her baby brother) stay together at my place after school.
Then, her father got transferred to Hyderabad and that affection has never returned since. I remember that fateful (its not filmy) afternoon after we had our finals over, her parents were at my house and they left never to come back. I did not cry, I did not feel sad but, I craved for her presence, days passed and I learnt the art of quelling those hormones within me. Till now, I had never recalled those days but just 1 dream scooped those memories back to me, I could hear her hesky voice in the distant part of my brain, its been 17 years but still fresh. Why was the quelling machinery dead cold now? I am not used to these hormones run amok within me.
This past life of mine ran almost parallel to the movie, I never said those words nor kissed her though. That was so innocient, it was a flow with some mysterious magnetism emanting from each-other. I was afraid that some one might get a wind of it and the magic would end. Well, it ended but I kept my promise.
Suddenly guys call again and I have to go, to distract myself form this present golden flashback, to save myself from the misery that will follow, to hold me from putting someone else into a similar misery.
The game was not perfect, it never is but, it served its purpose. Our team lost 21-16. Guys compared us to the ManU v/s New Castle 6-0 thrashing and everything is normal for the moment but the door to the past has been opened, I may wander to it again though I wont want to.
I am not designed to live a normal life and so should I feel.
Thank you again Star Movies for showcasing the movie.
p.s. I have started writing blogs not for recogniion but for those who read them and forget their time to divinity.
Mahabaleshwar, Dirt Cheap, 550 Rs only.
Back in college days, we had this 4-day holiday and I had a few plans of my own, U know.. the usual, Will go swimming at a friend's well in Old Belgaum, go to the small lonely hill-rock, we called it Rang De Basanti spot and spend the night with a quilt of stars above us, party in the fields near to our college where there was literally no soul nearby to disturb us, go to the sugarcane fields and have some of that, typically, Liberate myself from the internal exams those had just passed.
But... Destiny had some plans of her own. Not like I had never been to Mahabaleshwar earlier, but I had never explored it, never seen the unseen side of the city, never been to the stables where horses are bred, never tried my stint at the nearby nursery, teaching kids A B C D... Those were actually unthought of even in my wildest dreams... Well, it happened...
My friend, he wanted to go out of town.. he had just broke up u see... and, he was badly in need of friendly support and a change to get him back to normal (He better get back to normal, I was bearing his part of misery). We suggested Kolhapur as it was very near from Belgaum, just 2 hours drive and hence, we could get back in a day. But, he wanted Mahabaleshwar.. I knew he was kidding.. Trip to other state? And that too during college sem? Goa seemed a better option but, he was adamant... Trying to be a man, he bet that he will not drink in misery hence, GOA was out of the question, well, the decision happened in 5 mins flat. I was supposed to have dinner at my mess, get an extra dinner parceled, pick a friend on the way to Aniket's room and we will catch any bus that leaves towards Mumbai.
Hey.. did we for get something? What about finance? Who has money? Arent we eternally broke? A guy had just got his cheque encashed... unluckily... So, that hurdle cleared.. Plans? Who has plans? Its not that I m gonna go 250 Kms and come back in a day... Well, leaving nearly everything to GOD, we left.. Remember its 10:30 pm.. night and its freezing cold, Well, I found myself standing with 6 other guys trying to stop every four wheeled piece of machinery on the highway inquiring availability of seats.. No luck... But I was getting confident of a quick return to my room where a nice warm bed lay in wait. No bus... its 12:30 pm... And we decide to return back to our respective rooms calling it a day.... YIPPEEE!
I am at last spared of our madness... We return to Aniket's room and discuss stuff... U know.. Guy stuff... then, he starts that misery talk again and its 1 hour now, he's not stopping.. We all decide to give it another try.. WTF.... I wanna return to my room.. U guys can go to any godforsaken place on this Solar System, I am not gonna come.. But, if you have had your stint with friends, U will know that Its hard to convince all to halt or even slow down their plans... Well, same here, I had to drag along.
We headed straight to the ST stand... Night, no soul on the road, but buses do their part of giving our ST stand a visit 24 hours a day... On reaching, we realize that there is a bus to Mumbai at 2:00 am... Why do they have buses at unworthy hours when there are no passengers? (I wanna beat up the one responsible for this timetable.. literally). Guys are happy and so should I...
We board the bus... Ask for 7 tickets to Satara... 85 bucks each... First financial casualty. As speculated, the whole bus is EMPTY.. except for us, no-other passenger. We return to our sleep... Alas!! that wouldn't happen.. thanks to roads by Govt. Of INDIA and freezing cold air blowing through the gaps of windows.. I was to be the first INDIAN dying of frost-bite Luckily, I survived the test of nature and the ST... Do they know that suspension is a major part of a vehicle that they seemed to have missed out?
Well, its 7:00 am and we are there.. at last!! But what about all morning stuff n all? I gotta go to the bathroom... Well, the Govt has everything figured out... there are provisions in the depot... 2rs each.. We are broke remember... then, we have the 'Poha' as our breakfast.. I eat 3 plates I suggest hire a cab for two days and spend our holidays in peace and call it a disaster... But guys donot listen... Assholes wanna try out a no-holds-barred approach and donot heed my advice. We take a van to Mahabaleshwar... those ferrying types.. 15 bucks each.. there, we have another breakfast.. Vada Pav... the common-man-food. Try the same old approach.. take ferrying vehicles to the various spots... been-there-done-that and, the night grows upon us.. I am scared.. these bunch of retards with me will lead us to dooms-day cause, they decide to spend the night out in open.. Its winter and we are on a hill-station... I try to reason out loud but no use... then, an old guy nearby hears our commotion and puts ahead his offer... Some family of whose he is the house keeper is ready to allow us to spend a night at this place... 25 bucks a person a night. Is GOD watching.. Do I have a Guardian Angel? Well, the problem was, his place was at a distant, inner part of Mahabaleshwar. No choice scenario, we go to his place... He manages stables and we have to sleep in the shed... It was HEAVENLY I tell you... Apart from the stink which grew up on us, a nice straw bed, a quilt each, a bonfire.. we had it all..
Dunno when I woke up It was pretty early... The old guy tries his hand at Good Morning.. I do all my morning stuff and then wake up others... A nice warm water bath.. then we all get out for our exploring but this time, the old guy is our guide... The price-- 50 rs extra... And that was the most memorable part of Mahabaleshwar that he showed us... Little alleys where they have their honey-processing industries, Cottage industries making all sorts of gifts... little kids showing us their stuff.. I couldnt help buy buy a few. There they also give us their honey-wine.. Yeah, they have that too, very light and sweet. Day passes at a lightening speed.. Bonfire, playing with horses and, we go to sleep... Again I wake up early do my stuff but dont feel like wakin the others... Its a holiday after all... After exploring a bit, i understand there's a nursery nearby.. The VANDE MATARAM song was going on so, i stand there, Dunno how I got into it but I got into a conversation with the head master and he convinces me to try teaching the basic A B C D to the little tots. Its not EASY I tell you... Little devils are affectionate and I find drawing coconut trees on the board instead... GOD, I want my child hood back.. I take leave, having failed, I understand I am not made for nursery teaching, bid adeu to the class, the headmaster and head back to our room... This time, we do not go out buy play with the horses instead, In the evening, the old guy invites us for dinner at his place. Dirt cheap, we had to eat there. Food was no doubt delicious and pretty warm.. Did we touch their lives or is it the other way round? End of Day Three.
Morning.. nothing different but, I get up a bit late..
This time, we bid adeu to the old guy, give him 50 rs extra for takin such good care.. try the locals for the last time and get to the ST stand, finding the same bus empty and ready to leave, we board with memories like no other, reach early, its 10:30pm.. That bloody bus, it was a whole 4 hrs late for us. I am in Belgaum.. but i miss Mahabaleshwar...
We divide the cost.. it turns out to Rs 530 per head... Awesome...
I bunk college the next day in pretex of rest.. but I did not need one Mahabaleshwar had refreshed me for life after all.
But... Destiny had some plans of her own. Not like I had never been to Mahabaleshwar earlier, but I had never explored it, never seen the unseen side of the city, never been to the stables where horses are bred, never tried my stint at the nearby nursery, teaching kids A B C D... Those were actually unthought of even in my wildest dreams... Well, it happened...
My friend, he wanted to go out of town.. he had just broke up u see... and, he was badly in need of friendly support and a change to get him back to normal (He better get back to normal, I was bearing his part of misery). We suggested Kolhapur as it was very near from Belgaum, just 2 hours drive and hence, we could get back in a day. But, he wanted Mahabaleshwar.. I knew he was kidding.. Trip to other state? And that too during college sem? Goa seemed a better option but, he was adamant... Trying to be a man, he bet that he will not drink in misery hence, GOA was out of the question, well, the decision happened in 5 mins flat. I was supposed to have dinner at my mess, get an extra dinner parceled, pick a friend on the way to Aniket's room and we will catch any bus that leaves towards Mumbai.
Hey.. did we for get something? What about finance? Who has money? Arent we eternally broke? A guy had just got his cheque encashed... unluckily... So, that hurdle cleared.. Plans? Who has plans? Its not that I m gonna go 250 Kms and come back in a day... Well, leaving nearly everything to GOD, we left.. Remember its 10:30 pm.. night and its freezing cold, Well, I found myself standing with 6 other guys trying to stop every four wheeled piece of machinery on the highway inquiring availability of seats.. No luck... But I was getting confident of a quick return to my room where a nice warm bed lay in wait. No bus... its 12:30 pm... And we decide to return back to our respective rooms calling it a day.... YIPPEEE!
I am at last spared of our madness... We return to Aniket's room and discuss stuff... U know.. Guy stuff... then, he starts that misery talk again and its 1 hour now, he's not stopping.. We all decide to give it another try.. WTF.... I wanna return to my room.. U guys can go to any godforsaken place on this Solar System, I am not gonna come.. But, if you have had your stint with friends, U will know that Its hard to convince all to halt or even slow down their plans... Well, same here, I had to drag along.
We headed straight to the ST stand... Night, no soul on the road, but buses do their part of giving our ST stand a visit 24 hours a day... On reaching, we realize that there is a bus to Mumbai at 2:00 am... Why do they have buses at unworthy hours when there are no passengers? (I wanna beat up the one responsible for this timetable.. literally). Guys are happy and so should I...
We board the bus... Ask for 7 tickets to Satara... 85 bucks each... First financial casualty. As speculated, the whole bus is EMPTY.. except for us, no-other passenger. We return to our sleep... Alas!! that wouldn't happen.. thanks to roads by Govt. Of INDIA and freezing cold air blowing through the gaps of windows.. I was to be the first INDIAN dying of frost-bite Luckily, I survived the test of nature and the ST... Do they know that suspension is a major part of a vehicle that they seemed to have missed out?
Well, its 7:00 am and we are there.. at last!! But what about all morning stuff n all? I gotta go to the bathroom... Well, the Govt has everything figured out... there are provisions in the depot... 2rs each.. We are broke remember... then, we have the 'Poha' as our breakfast.. I eat 3 plates I suggest hire a cab for two days and spend our holidays in peace and call it a disaster... But guys donot listen... Assholes wanna try out a no-holds-barred approach and donot heed my advice. We take a van to Mahabaleshwar... those ferrying types.. 15 bucks each.. there, we have another breakfast.. Vada Pav... the common-man-food. Try the same old approach.. take ferrying vehicles to the various spots... been-there-done-that and, the night grows upon us.. I am scared.. these bunch of retards with me will lead us to dooms-day cause, they decide to spend the night out in open.. Its winter and we are on a hill-station... I try to reason out loud but no use... then, an old guy nearby hears our commotion and puts ahead his offer... Some family of whose he is the house keeper is ready to allow us to spend a night at this place... 25 bucks a person a night. Is GOD watching.. Do I have a Guardian Angel? Well, the problem was, his place was at a distant, inner part of Mahabaleshwar. No choice scenario, we go to his place... He manages stables and we have to sleep in the shed... It was HEAVENLY I tell you... Apart from the stink which grew up on us, a nice straw bed, a quilt each, a bonfire.. we had it all..
Dunno when I woke up It was pretty early... The old guy tries his hand at Good Morning.. I do all my morning stuff and then wake up others... A nice warm water bath.. then we all get out for our exploring but this time, the old guy is our guide... The price-- 50 rs extra... And that was the most memorable part of Mahabaleshwar that he showed us... Little alleys where they have their honey-processing industries, Cottage industries making all sorts of gifts... little kids showing us their stuff.. I couldnt help buy buy a few. There they also give us their honey-wine.. Yeah, they have that too, very light and sweet. Day passes at a lightening speed.. Bonfire, playing with horses and, we go to sleep... Again I wake up early do my stuff but dont feel like wakin the others... Its a holiday after all... After exploring a bit, i understand there's a nursery nearby.. The VANDE MATARAM song was going on so, i stand there, Dunno how I got into it but I got into a conversation with the head master and he convinces me to try teaching the basic A B C D to the little tots. Its not EASY I tell you... Little devils are affectionate and I find drawing coconut trees on the board instead... GOD, I want my child hood back.. I take leave, having failed, I understand I am not made for nursery teaching, bid adeu to the class, the headmaster and head back to our room... This time, we do not go out buy play with the horses instead, In the evening, the old guy invites us for dinner at his place. Dirt cheap, we had to eat there. Food was no doubt delicious and pretty warm.. Did we touch their lives or is it the other way round? End of Day Three.
Morning.. nothing different but, I get up a bit late..
This time, we bid adeu to the old guy, give him 50 rs extra for takin such good care.. try the locals for the last time and get to the ST stand, finding the same bus empty and ready to leave, we board with memories like no other, reach early, its 10:30pm.. That bloody bus, it was a whole 4 hrs late for us. I am in Belgaum.. but i miss Mahabaleshwar...
We divide the cost.. it turns out to Rs 530 per head... Awesome...
I bunk college the next day in pretex of rest.. but I did not need one Mahabaleshwar had refreshed me for life after all.
I Love @#$%@~&!!!!
I don't understand the attitude of media personalities towards life. They seem to jump from one extreme to the other like dropping catches in cricket. Also, they have no regrets for it. There are some who have managed to hold their line or more to say maintain their IMAGE in their viewers minds of being the larger than life Guy/Gal.
Are they peculiarly above society? Are they above law? Well, anyone with requisite
qualifications (read money, contacts, influence) has to be above law, if you have it all and then too you get prosecuted, heavy chances are either you are an idiot or, the whole society is against you and you are headed towards doomsday. I understand that they feel they are above the law or something but, still, how can your personal ethics allow you to follow extreme paths.. Influential religious leaders have been accused of murder, if they have done it, I can understand that they have at least in depth knowledge of the meaning of life, of consciousness and, hence they can evade their conscience (To beat the system, first know the system) but, what about those who are mere mortals? You just cant run away from yourself right?
Wait... What am i discussing about? My POV is... You can hold a line of life.. any line..
you see, an academician cannot be a fool just like that.. he just cannot. A politician cannot be a normal man... he just cant live as one.. Man, I am deluded.... Dunno where this is taking it.. You get proved being a terrorist, act in a movie like Lagey Raho Munnabhai and then, endorse GOA PAN MASALA, come from a family with a politician sister... This should definitely not go down well with the junta...
You have Amir khan, he portrays an image towards the society by making commendable movies and
maintains it by being a part of the public in events like Narmada Bachao Andolan.. Its different that he was not aware of what actually it was for, but you do get my point. There are innumerable ones too who donot get into the mess at all... Then there is Salman Khan.. The guy with the magical touch, He will kill people on the road, kill endangered species, kill anyone he wants, is a member of the underworld, an asshole in short but still will manage to garner votes for a Madame Tussads Wax Statue. How does he do it? I wanna learn the act!!! He even has Katrina Kaif on his side...
Dont even get me started on politicians...
Guess this is what makes us PROUD INDIANS...
That asshole Amitabh Bacchan endorses the Lead INDIA campaign having Amar Singh, a very
tainted politician by his side calling him a brother.. That Amar Singh has every deal in the RED... Whatever he touches is bound to be something illegal...
I need some sleep...
Are they peculiarly above society? Are they above law? Well, anyone with requisite
qualifications (read money, contacts, influence) has to be above law, if you have it all and then too you get prosecuted, heavy chances are either you are an idiot or, the whole society is against you and you are headed towards doomsday. I understand that they feel they are above the law or something but, still, how can your personal ethics allow you to follow extreme paths.. Influential religious leaders have been accused of murder, if they have done it, I can understand that they have at least in depth knowledge of the meaning of life, of consciousness and, hence they can evade their conscience (To beat the system, first know the system) but, what about those who are mere mortals? You just cant run away from yourself right?
Wait... What am i discussing about? My POV is... You can hold a line of life.. any line..
you see, an academician cannot be a fool just like that.. he just cannot. A politician cannot be a normal man... he just cant live as one.. Man, I am deluded.... Dunno where this is taking it.. You get proved being a terrorist, act in a movie like Lagey Raho Munnabhai and then, endorse GOA PAN MASALA, come from a family with a politician sister... This should definitely not go down well with the junta...
You have Amir khan, he portrays an image towards the society by making commendable movies and
maintains it by being a part of the public in events like Narmada Bachao Andolan.. Its different that he was not aware of what actually it was for, but you do get my point. There are innumerable ones too who donot get into the mess at all... Then there is Salman Khan.. The guy with the magical touch, He will kill people on the road, kill endangered species, kill anyone he wants, is a member of the underworld, an asshole in short but still will manage to garner votes for a Madame Tussads Wax Statue. How does he do it? I wanna learn the act!!! He even has Katrina Kaif on his side...
Dont even get me started on politicians...
Guess this is what makes us PROUD INDIANS...
That asshole Amitabh Bacchan endorses the Lead INDIA campaign having Amar Singh, a very
tainted politician by his side calling him a brother.. That Amar Singh has every deal in the RED... Whatever he touches is bound to be something illegal...
I need some sleep...
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