Amey stares right through Rahul and me and before we can apprehend what is actually going on he leans towards us and says in a hushed up voice, "listen guys whatever you do don't look back...that guy behind you has got his whole thumb inside his nose." We do the obvious...we look back...
There have been times as well...when we were little kids and we used to be shit-scared of ghost rumors being spread all around. From the teen-mundi devi to the trinklets-wearing chan-chan-chan night walker, but none has been more dead-front than the safed-sari-wali-chudail who used to sneak up on you when you were walking alone in some soomsam rasta lost in your own thoughts and the moment you would turn your head back would just cut it off... Lesson learnt:No looking back!!
Also memories of times when you could officially blame your bad luck for getting your exam seat number on the first bench when in fact it was the toughest exam of the semester. A little luck would have helped a ton. Specially more when the investigator is the same guy whose classes you all bunked and he's on his toes to get back to you...you try and concentrate trying to think of some answers you would never dream of and then you try to take help from your colleague and are rapped on the head..."no looking back", he says in the sternest voice he can manage from his throat.
Those were the times...and now finally having secured a dream job with a great salary and an even wonderful boss and being amidst real friends who care and finding love as true as can I can only pinch myself to make sure I'm not dreaming...
Having lived a nightmarish life for four years of my life craving for the good things I can only take this success as a reward for my perseverance(read wickedness). Sometimes I do feel stupid for the stupid things I had all done earlier (stupid is as stupid does) and my sky-is-falling syndrome seems such a shame for me now. But right now I know, its as simple as that and am enlightened and it dint even take me to quit living. I am so happy I pat myself on the back and rub my hands in glee and gel my hair and look in the mirror and smile at myself and say truly now there is only one way I will go on and there is absolutely no looking back!!!
Monday, August 20, 2007
Sunday, August 12, 2007
PHUCK DE...
people can get so selflessly selfish these days...(ghore kalyug my daadi says).
well for the fact that am blogging (yes am still alive and still the pest you think me for!!) after a period of over a month just shows how busy i have lately been. cant help it actually with too much peer pressure on me to reach my determined goal (wana pile on at least a 20kgs, so far managed 6). and then am like always so very prone to lethargy that being home after so long a period i have just let go...
so it happened that one fine day, yesterday actually i was sprawled on my favorite couch glued to the television lapping out even on the adverts i had missed all these years when suddenly by some freak bad luck (panvati says daadi) the remote slipped out of my hands and (in slow-mo) fell down on the floor one bounce two bounce three. nothing broken by the sight of it but still...stopped working. well! well! well!! yes it is a tragedy for me of epic proportions. for someone a bugger as bugged up like me who has completely lost the ability to fend for his ownself it does seem like the world has just come to an end (the bitch still lives though...hehe). repeated thumps on the floor dint do any good to get the remote started. neither did flipping it over, changing the batteries, trying to press the buttons harder work in any way.
and then came bapu...
i tried explaining how being a mechanical engineer i can only work screwing things up(pun unintended) but then like an old purana atkahua radio it began... "like donkey-vonkey you sit on your bum n watch tv. do some work. look at... look at... dont you have no shame-vame...blah blah blah"
bapu's rantings in the form of sound waves enter my left ear (since he's standing to my left) and with almost no obstruction (understandably so) leaves out of my right. it goes on for a few minutes and then silence like the night falls...
i like a dejected lover walk out to feel some fresh air and then i meet say who ?? my very old school-chum paresh. yep paresh...umm...forgot his last name but it hardly matters. paresh my gujju friend who has the habit of pronouncing the dreaded F-word as phuck (and hence the title) and who stole money from his father's payjamas and treated us to cane juice and dabelis and spicy roadsidewallah chats and whose mother had an affair with the neighbour and was caught cootchi-cooing at five gardens but hush-hush lets keep that a secret for now.
our meeting was not so much of excitement for it seemed more of a happy-sad moment...happy for the fact we were meeting after so long and sad because...well read on...
seated in the irani over a snack of bhurji-pav (like all true-blue gujrathis, paresh relishes eggs and chicken) paresh tells me how phucked-up his life has recently been... his girlfriend dumped him quite recently (methinks he must have called her shilpaben) and he lost his wallet while travelling in the train which contained his credit cards, atm, cash and four passes for the grand navratri dandiya night held at phatak maidan. tough luck!! more still his father has ordered him to forget his mba dreams and sit and run the family kapda-nu-dukan, which he says has seriously affected his career plans (though i doubt if he had any).
thus having completed his tragic tale in perfect timing with his burji-pav he looks sympathetically towards...himself at the mirror placed behind me and asks me how phucked-up my life is.
(daadi says people seek solace in each others misery. the greater the other persons misery the greater the relief for the feeling is always of....thank god it wasnt me!!)
i so very dumb-struck in my own material thoughts (nicole kidman is beautiful!!) mutter out "well yara life's hell, my tv remote down it fell, in sadness i dwell."
to which he gives the only possible reaction...phuck you!!! probably expecting more disastrous situations in my life against his so that he can heave a sigh of relief on the grounds of comparision. its good in one way that there wasnt any slow-mo (there's the word again) reaction-veaction as like his eyes gorging out and his face twisting into weird shapes before he cries out. instead just the word and off he storms as if that was an excuse for him to kaltify leaving me to fend for my ownself and a bill to pay. strange are the people around here and stranger still is the person sitting across me on the other side for i got no idea who he is(hehe)!!!!! still for me life bahu-saru che!!!!
i know its terrible-werrible but i am just so glad i somehow managed to post an article after such a long long time...i know you missed me and for that i will pardon you for whatever comments you gonna post on this one!!!!!!
well for the fact that am blogging (yes am still alive and still the pest you think me for!!) after a period of over a month just shows how busy i have lately been. cant help it actually with too much peer pressure on me to reach my determined goal (wana pile on at least a 20kgs, so far managed 6). and then am like always so very prone to lethargy that being home after so long a period i have just let go...
so it happened that one fine day, yesterday actually i was sprawled on my favorite couch glued to the television lapping out even on the adverts i had missed all these years when suddenly by some freak bad luck (panvati says daadi) the remote slipped out of my hands and (in slow-mo) fell down on the floor one bounce two bounce three. nothing broken by the sight of it but still...stopped working. well! well! well!! yes it is a tragedy for me of epic proportions. for someone a bugger as bugged up like me who has completely lost the ability to fend for his ownself it does seem like the world has just come to an end (the bitch still lives though...hehe). repeated thumps on the floor dint do any good to get the remote started. neither did flipping it over, changing the batteries, trying to press the buttons harder work in any way.
and then came bapu...
i tried explaining how being a mechanical engineer i can only work screwing things up(pun unintended) but then like an old purana atkahua radio it began... "like donkey-vonkey you sit on your bum n watch tv. do some work. look at... look at... dont you have no shame-vame...blah blah blah"
bapu's rantings in the form of sound waves enter my left ear (since he's standing to my left) and with almost no obstruction (understandably so) leaves out of my right. it goes on for a few minutes and then silence like the night falls...
i like a dejected lover walk out to feel some fresh air and then i meet say who ?? my very old school-chum paresh. yep paresh...umm...forgot his last name but it hardly matters. paresh my gujju friend who has the habit of pronouncing the dreaded F-word as phuck (and hence the title) and who stole money from his father's payjamas and treated us to cane juice and dabelis and spicy roadsidewallah chats and whose mother had an affair with the neighbour and was caught cootchi-cooing at five gardens but hush-hush lets keep that a secret for now.
our meeting was not so much of excitement for it seemed more of a happy-sad moment...happy for the fact we were meeting after so long and sad because...well read on...
seated in the irani over a snack of bhurji-pav (like all true-blue gujrathis, paresh relishes eggs and chicken) paresh tells me how phucked-up his life has recently been... his girlfriend dumped him quite recently (methinks he must have called her shilpaben) and he lost his wallet while travelling in the train which contained his credit cards, atm, cash and four passes for the grand navratri dandiya night held at phatak maidan. tough luck!! more still his father has ordered him to forget his mba dreams and sit and run the family kapda-nu-dukan, which he says has seriously affected his career plans (though i doubt if he had any).
thus having completed his tragic tale in perfect timing with his burji-pav he looks sympathetically towards...himself at the mirror placed behind me and asks me how phucked-up my life is.
(daadi says people seek solace in each others misery. the greater the other persons misery the greater the relief for the feeling is always of....thank god it wasnt me!!)
i so very dumb-struck in my own material thoughts (nicole kidman is beautiful!!) mutter out "well yara life's hell, my tv remote down it fell, in sadness i dwell."
to which he gives the only possible reaction...phuck you!!! probably expecting more disastrous situations in my life against his so that he can heave a sigh of relief on the grounds of comparision. its good in one way that there wasnt any slow-mo (there's the word again) reaction-veaction as like his eyes gorging out and his face twisting into weird shapes before he cries out. instead just the word and off he storms as if that was an excuse for him to kaltify leaving me to fend for my ownself and a bill to pay. strange are the people around here and stranger still is the person sitting across me on the other side for i got no idea who he is(hehe)!!!!! still for me life bahu-saru che!!!!
i know its terrible-werrible but i am just so glad i somehow managed to post an article after such a long long time...i know you missed me and for that i will pardon you for whatever comments you gonna post on this one!!!!!!
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