Chimera – Can Love be an illusion? Episode - 1

It’s been three weeks since I’ve spoken to her. I see her all the time. Even now. She is playing with her hair right in front of me. But I still can’t talk to her. They are watching me. They don’t want me to talk to her. They hate her. They all hate her.

Six months ago…

It was a Sunday. I remember very well. I was waiting at Inox theaters with an extra ticket in my hand (thanks to Rishi who ditched me at the last moment). Sometimes it so happens that some things don’t go according to your plan and you are actually very happy that the plan didn’t go well. Well, this was one of those ‘sometimes’. Because just before I go inside the theatre, this cute girl with a smile comes up to me and asks “Hey, do you by any ‘chance’ have an extra ticket?”

Chance. That was the word. It seriously was a chance to be sitting next to someone like this in a cheesy movie. It was always a fantasy for me. So I give her the ticket and we go watch the movie. After all said and done we end up talking and not watching the movie. We come out of the theatre and then we decide to watch the movie again, watch the movie (Thanks to my impulsiveness). So I buy the tickets and we go to watch the movie. And again end up talking the whole movie (but I don’t think we had to blame anyone. We just enjoyed it). It was around 8:30 when we came out. So I decide to walk her home.

We walk for around four and a half kilometers to her ‘Adi, I just stay ten minutes away from here, can you please walk me down?’ My legs were hurting bad but still I just enjoyed walking with her. She just couldn’t stop talking and I just couldn’t stop listening to her. Oh damn, she was so indescribable. Finally we reach her place. Her house turned out to be a mansion. Pretty old one. Around 120 years old but it didn’t look so. Everything was perfect except that there was no moon. I so didn’t feel like leaving her. But it was late and if I was not home in another half hour my mom would have kindly locked the gates and dropped my blanket on the compound. So I just leave her outside the gate like an ass and sped back home.

It was ages since I had been so excited. I just couldn’t stop thinking about her. I take my phone to call her up and then I realize how SMART I was? I totally forgot to take her number. My impulsiveness is so organized. It always knows when to checkmate me. I was feeling so desperate to talk to her now. So I finally decide that I’m going to her place tomorrow. But the problem was there was still 9 hours for my ‘tomorrow’ and I swear to God I couldn’t wait that long.

Waiting for my watch to show 10 a.m. was just like a gestation period for a cow. The journey so painful but the result so legendary.

10:50 a.m.

I’ve been waiting outside her mansion for almost forty five minutes now. I just didn’t have the courage to go inside. I was scared that she would refuse to recognize me or may be the mansion may just collapse as soon as I step in. I was just scared.

I walk in and see the huge garden and a small pathway towards the door. I pluck a rose from her garden hoping that she wouldn’t realize. I walk up to her door just to see her door locked.


I just thought she might have gone out somewhere and I shall drop sometime later. I was about to leave but saw this lady near the gate. I just couldn’t resist myself but ask her why the house was locked. She just said ‘Yahaan pe toh koi nahi rehta hai’. For the next five seconds I was stunned. I was like this can’t be happening. I dropped her here last night and now I get to know that this house is abandoned. But I refused to believe her. I just couldn’t. But still, the doors were locked. The doors were locked. She couldn’t possibly be lying to me. But still, the doors were locked.

to be continued…

Eat well sleep safe.. Take care.. Have a Nice Day.. Sayonara.. =)

And Then,

Mortality is a boon given by GOD as long as you don’t make it a CURSE…

They say one should be courageous enough to kill oneself but long stated that suicide is an act of cowardice. Well though the former makes a lot of sense, the latter justifies the truth. Life ain’t a banana peel to be scraped off before enjoying the fruit. We also fail to realize that the scraped banana peel can act as a source of parity to trip a lot of people around you. How lame and selfish can someone be? Not just you end your life but also you are ending the dreams and joys of the people around you who care for you, who love you and sometimes may be who just are living because, YOU ARE.

I agree life ain’t sweet to us always but then again what’s the fun if we don’t fight for it. Bitter moments do exist in life. That doesn’t even give you a valid reason to kill yourself.

Wondering what is this shit all about? Let me tell you. I get up in the morning and open the newspaper for the first time. The first thing I read ‘Girl jumps in front of running elephant to commit suicide. Elephant trips and passes away’. Funny huh? Not for the elephant though. On a serious note, the headline read ‘Girl jumps off from an eight – storey apartment, but survives’. Yes she did survive but the latter part of the news also said she had 17 irreversible fractures and her mother passed away due to shock. The reason as according to the source was that she didn’t get through some very reputed college because her marks were less than the cut off. Just by a couple. Really, is our life just worth a college seat? Or may be a sweetheart (who actually never respected you)? Is suicide the only way to solve your problems? To attain liberation?

I just couldn’t resist but write about this issue. That news actually hurt me. Thinking about that girl’s mother? Her irreversible fractures?

Kevin Bernhardt quoted life has just three rules.  Paradox, humour, and change. 

1.   Paradox: Life is a mystery. Don't waste time trying to figure it out. 

2.   Humour: Keep a sense of humour, especially about yourself. It is strength beyond all

measure. 

3.   Change: Know that nothing stays the same. 

Well sounds so philosophical but surely ain’t no LIE. Suicide is not a solution. It is an act of helplessness and hopelessness. More of the latter.

What I’ve Learnt: Death isn’t sad. It is just that we don’t live at all.  There are NO ORDINARY MOMENTS. The day you realize it you’ll get to know how special your LIFE is. The JOURNEY is what brings us HAPPINESS not the DESTINATION. Death is just a mere destination. 

Eat well sleep safe.. Take care.. Have a Nice Day.. Sayonara.. =)

Gandhi taught Me

If I were you and you were me,

I would make the selfish you, WE.

BULLSHIT. I still wonder what was I thinking when I wrote those two lines three months back. Well, to be honest I was trying to be GANDHI. You read it right. GANDHI and his acts of SELFLESSNESS. BULLSHIT again. The whole theory of making people happy, giving them surprises fascinated me so much. The simple reason being the smile on their face when they got those surprises or so called moments. Well that included waiting for them at the bus-stop, giving a surprise birthday party, gift wrapping a smelly dead rat with its intestine out (oops that didn’t include any smile) and lately even jumping off a moving bus (that almost killed me, but worth it *then*) and even lamer stuffs. I just look back now and see what a mess I had made of myself.

I had completely substituted YO – YO in people’s life. Woah!!! Kingpin marketers couldn’t come up with a substitute for a YO – YO. It was just like they had tied a thread to my wiinis. All I did was swing according to their wish.

Well, it just took me a six seat dinner table with five empty chairs and a plate of tasteless food to realize that on the last day of your life, its only YOU who have travelled the whole journey. So there is no point in pleasing any Tom, Harry or even DICK because even he is going to dump you some day. It’s not a sin in being SELFISH.

And I’m glad I am one (from today)

What I’ve learnt: When you are rescuing someone from a well and that person pulls you inside instead then just drown him first and FLOAT ON HIM.

Eat well sleep safe.. Take care.. Have a Nice Day.. Sayonara.. =)

Pray for my Angel....

At some point of time, we all go through this phase, where we just feel that we’ve lost everything. Nothing we want is with us. Your neighbor turns out to be a SUPER SEXY HOT MODEL, you get a 99 in your exams but yet you discover that she’s GAY and you just lost your seat by 0.1%.

But in my case, I wasn’t even that lucky. I neither got a neighbor nor could me at least clear a straight 60. People said “Patience is the virtue”. They asked me to just wait. “Right things do happen at right time”. I thought; let me give it a shot. So I waited. And waited. And waited a little more. But then realized that my life was like a “SNOOZE” button for god. Every time I scream “Alarm” “Alarm”, he just pressed “Snooze” and slept a little longer. Patience was indeed a virtue. A virtue for PESSIMISM.

So I finally decided to go on ISOLATION. I stopped playing, talking, laughing, and basically stopped doing anything and everything that involved people in it. It was all me everywhere. I got more time to spend with myself. And it was during that time I actually I realized what were my deepest desires. I was actually feeling good. Basically for the fact that I don’t have to share anything with anyone. But then again I forgot this basic truth that it is not only happiness that I got to share; I also have sorrow, grief and anguish.

I wanted to share them but I just couldn’t find someone because I just didn’t trust anyone. Trust was a simple 5 letter word which was beyond my comprehension. Things go right or wrong, I was happy that I got no one else but me to blame for it. So isolation was great. Till the day I met this angel.

No. It’s not another love story. In fact, it is more motivational and weary. It’s actually after seeing this angel I just learnt what I was missing all my life. I didn’t even realize how and when did I go through this whole TRANSFORMATION. All I remember is that smile on that angel’s face.

I just wanted to know the secret behind that smile because I never saw the angel without the smile. So one day, I just went to the angel and asked it the secret. It replied, “To know the reason behind my secret, you have to stay with me for a fortnight”. Fifteen days was not a bad bargain to find the secret of that smile. So I just agreed. But never in the wildest dreams did I ever imagine what would happen in the next fifteen days.

Days passed by like the spring’s breeze. Not hot not cold. And all I could see everyday was a new trouble tied to this angel’s neck. It had a new trouble at every sunrise and a new problem at every sunset and yet it managed to make its smile shine like gold. At the end of the fifteenth day, I had seen the angel in the worst situations of life but still with a sparking smile. I was confused. So I just asked it, “What is it that makes you to go on for more in life? I’ve never seen anyone living a life which is as hard as yours and of those whom I have seen; I’ve never noticed a smile on their face? Why is it that I have never seen a tear on your face?”

It simply replied, “I live life with HOPE. HOPE that tomorrow life’s got a surprise for me. that tomorrow I find another friend like you who gives me another reason to smile. HOPE. I just HOPE.”

What I’ve learnt: I always saw this angel and thought how happy it was. But never even knew that it was going through situations worse than that of mine. A petite word which had the secret to happiness on this planet. HOPE. HOPE to believe in yourself when others don’t.

This part of the post is not a post-script or a foot-note. It is a genuine and a humble request of mine. A couple of days ago, for the first time I saw TEARDROPS in my angel’s eye. It came to me and asked me to help it. And I didn’t know what to do. I just could not repay the angel for the new verve it had given me. So I just thought may be you can help me. All I request you are after reading this post please pray the LORD for just five seconds that MAY MY ANGEL GET WHAT IT WANTS. I HOPE that you will do this small favor for me. PLEASE…. I love my angel and I’m sure even you would if you see it. PLEASE PRAY FOR IT. THAT’S THE WHOLE REASON FOR ME TO WRITE THIS POST.

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

Tum Raja, Woh Rani par mein kyun GHULAM......

Adam and Eve; the two people who were responsible for the evolution of mankind. But my Grandfather had a different story. My Grandfather (he was an Astrologer) knew the true reason (story) behind the evolution of mankind. Two days before he knew he was going to die, he called me and told me the sacred truth that was passed on from generations. I still remember those words. He said “Eighty years back my Grandfather said this to me and today I’m telling this to you. You will know when you are going to die, and then you call your grandson and tell him this sacred truth of which we are the guardians”. A joke struck me then, I thought what if I get a Grand Daughter instead, but I knew, it wasn’t the right time for jokes.

He started his story.

“When God made this planet, he first made the mountains, then the trees, then the rivers, then all other important things. The last but one thing he created was two men. A strong man whose name was DOG and a weak man whose name was CAT. Dog and Cat gradually started to know each other. They became friends. Good Friends. They worked together, they hunted together, they ate together, they played together and they slept togeth. . . actually that is where things didn’t go right. They didn’t sleep together. That is when God realized his mistake. He knew there was going to be no progress and at the same time ‘Ctrl + D’ wasn’t working for him in heaven so as to delete his mistake. So he created the last and most dangerous thing. A Woman whose name was BITCH (not being a chauvinist). Then the three lived happily ever after . . . ever after till the Dog made out with the Bitch. Because now the Dog spent most of its time with Bitch while the Cat was feeling left out. Finally one day, the Cat decided to end this up. He spoke to the Dog about the Bitch. Little talks grew into huge swears. And then the mighty Dog got angry and fisted the weak Cat. The Cat then just fled from there. He fled to Bitch and told her that the Dog had just slipped and fallen off the cliff. Hearing this Bitch ran towards the cliff – tip and actually slipped and fell into the deep gorge. Once the Dog got to know about this, he started chasing the cat. God up in heaven was seeing all these shit happening and thought that humans must be the best of his creations and not the worst. So he converted the Dog and the Cat to DOG and CAT. And then he created ADAM and EVE. Since then the age old rivalry of the Dogs and Cats started”.

What I’ve learnt: When I heard this story, I could actually relate it to myself. I had a lot of Dog and Cat situations in my life (actually all the time). The worst part, I never got the chance to be a DOG. The best part, luckily, I wasn’t being chased. Instead I was being ignored or just left least interacted. And i hate to be the CAT.

P.S. Dog – Bitch relationship didn’t always mean a couple relationships. It was just that the Cat was ignored (that’s the story all about).

Moral: Two is a company, three a crowd. So ignore the odd one out.

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

This one is dedicated to my strongest supporter Nivuuuuu.....

Too long but not too hard..

“The "art of tea" is a spiritual force for us to share.

Day, day before Yesterday I was on my way to this temple. Stop giving me that look, I know you don’t trust me (exam results were to be announced so).

Two couple of weeks before…

The first time I actually decided to go to temple (on my own, with my will) to pray for my results (actually beg, bribe or fool). And then I thought it would be irrational for me to go and pray empty-handed. So, I just decided to stop by a super-market, take a box of sweets and give it to temple (which would later be given as prasadam to all the devotees). To be truthful, I had nothing to do with the sweets. All I wanted was giving it to the temple and make a Harake (which is commonly used in all Bollywood movies and K’soaps as mannat) that “I would every week without fail will bestow at your feet a box of sweets for the next four weeks (that is till my results were out) and in exchange I pray you to help me (indirectly telling him that I have no other option) to clear my Management Accountancy paper”. And I did the same for the next couple of weeks.

Day, day before yesterday I saw this old fat grumpy lady with a small kid at the billing counter (at the supermarket) who was right in-front of me billing a pair of socks, three MTR ready to eat packs, 8 LUX soaps, 2 Close-Up toothpastes, some vegetables, 2 dozen of bananas (I swear I don’t know why she was buying bananas, ;), come on really!!!) and lot of other things. She had two full trolleys. This was pissing me off badly because I was getting late.

Meanwhile, I saw this dark, scattered hair kid (hardly 3 years old) wearing torn clothes, running towards the billing counter (I don’t how that beggar kid came inside the market). This beggar kid came and stood right in front of me and started staring at my hands which had 500 grams of Kaju-Barfi. I gave him a scary gawk and turned my eyes off from him.

This went on for 2 minutes and I was feeling very uncomfortable. So, I just decided to shoo that kid off. And when I turned to do so, I just saw some thing that put my eyes into shame. This old fat grumpy lady’s kid patted the beggar kid’s back and gave it (sorry, him) an Éclairs. And that beggar kid just took it and ran out of the market. And for the next two minutes I just didn’t know how to react. On one side, for my selfish needs I was bribing the God, whereas, on the other side I just saw a three year old kid who could hardly speak, sharing a chocolate with someone who actually needed it the most. I always had heard that “Actions speak louder than words” but today I just understood what it actually meant.

So even I thought, instead of giving that box of sweets to the temple, which at the end of the day will be eaten by some idiots, I just thought why not I give it to some people who really need it. So, as soon as I finished the darshan I came out and gave that box of sweets to a beggar standing in front of the temple. He just said “Devaru yavagalu ninna jotheyalli idhi, ninna sukhawaghi nodkond irali”.
SUBTITLE: May the Lord be with you all the time and BESTOW you with happiness, forever.

Those words shook me off from my roots. It was then I understood the real meaning of bestow, it was then I understood what I was doing and what I should have done. Instead of giving those sweets to some one for whom it had no value, I should have just given it to people who needed it the most. It would have been just like God giving free quarter a mark to every guy in my class instead of giving me those marks who needed it the most to clear my paper (I know that’s a stupid comparison to make, but it seriously is worth a thought).

What have I've Learnt: “The people who are hardest to love are usually the ones who need it most.”. A three old kid had given me a lifetime of wisdom without speaking a word. And I just wanted to share it with you.

P.S. I just got break even marks in my paper.

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

Everybody’s gotta learn sometime….

(This was her DP pic)

If you love something, let it go. If it comes back to you, its yours forever. If it dosent, then it was never meant to be.

I always thought that LOVE was only true in fairy-tales until actually it happened to me and passed over. It was then I realized that OOH!!! SOMETHING JUST HAPPENED TO ME, WAS THAT LOVE…?

Unfortunately yes it was…

Unfortunate because I realized it after couple of months after this whole fairy-tale was sung. Well let me tell you, this post can either get very boring or a little emotional because it was really very hard for me to write this (all characters living or dead in this post are FACTUOIS and are very closely related to me, actually WERE closely related to me).

May 18th 2007, 11:46 p.m. (m not sure about the time, but somewhere around that).

It all began here. I had NEWLY got net connection for the 1st time in my life and I just went SCUBA-DIVING with it. I used to online 24hrs (8 to 9 actually) a day, went on sending friend requests to every other person on orkut (orkut was new then), I mean everyone was doing the same thing. Well back here, I just landed on this girl’s profile and jus dropped in a scrap. What caught my attention was her name, it was WEIRD (heard it for the 1st time).

I still remember her reply for my bizarre scrap. It was like:

Jay: Hey der, GM, jus drpd in 2 say tat ur DP pic sucks and I strongly believe tat ya pic wud hav been much more beautiful dan tat... =)

Vi$**!_!ta: Der’s stil 10 mins for morning n who are u 2 comment on ma pic..?

And then the conversation went on………………………….. and on…………………………………………… and on. By say around 4, we realized that we were fighting like kids over nothing and the best part was we still didn’t know for what we were fighting.

It all started there. In a couple of days, what were 1024 characters turned to 160 characters messages costing 0.05 paisa per message. And then we could hear voices for just 0.30 paisa per minute, thanks to IDEA (which was SPICE then). So, it was one hour of minimum talking and messages throughout the day.

To be frank, I don’t remember what we were speaking about because, seriously we just spoke shit. From Mc. VEGGIE with cheese and a large DIET COKE to a cross breed of St.BERNARD with a CHIHOAHOA. Everything. Because what mattered then was not about what were speaking but it was that sweet pleasure we got in hearing our voices, that sense of belongingness we shared.

We enjoyed each and every moment of that pleasure. It took us almost 4 months to meet (somewhere in mid-September), I don’t know why but we both were not comfortable meeting because we were so much addicted to our SPICE lingo that we seriously didn’t know what to do when we met. But somehow we did meet and it went pretty well.

The worse was yet to come. I don’t know from where but suddenly I acquired this weird attitude. I started to put on a lot of price. To be frank, I just ignored her. It’s like when you know that you’ve actually got something then you basically tend to ignore it since you know you have it. You know, it’s just like the Marginal utility theory or Herzberg’s theory. The same happened to me. I just stopped being the 1st person to make a move. I always waited for her to call or message me (you know how dumb we guys can get). It went on for almost a month and then she finally called it off (not that anything was going on between us). She came up to my face (actually called me up) and said “Look Baga (she used to call me so. It means IDIOT in Japanese), I don’t know what’s wrong with you, but I think I need a break” and stuff. And then GAME OVER.

I was like big deal, take a break. I’ve got no issues. I still had that masochistic attitude. I thought, ‘Let her go, I’ll find another one’.

Two months passed away and yet I received neither messages nor any calls from her and to be guileless, I had totally forgotten everything about her (almost everything). And then I got a cal on the New Year’s Eve. She was like “Hey, Wish you a happy new year”, then for the next 3 mins, we were like “What’s up”, “Nothing”, “U say wassup”, “Nothing” and then the phone goes down.

That’s for the 1st time, I felt that I was missing something (yet was not ready that I was missing her). I thought, let me wait for another week, she’ll surely call. That week turned out to be a month and yet she didn’t call me. It was then I figured out that I was being such a jerk and I should call her now.

So I call and all I hear is “The number you have called is temporarily disconnected. Please dial after sometime”. This went on for a month. Meanwhile, I scrapped her, dropped a post on her wall, poked her, buzzed her and tried everything possible, but was unfortunate enough to find no reply.

Since then till now, I’ve regretted every moment I spent without Cokee (tats what I called her. I still don’t hav a reason for that). It was two months after she called it off; I actually realized that I was in LOVE for the first time. And now I just miss every moment of that time, those funny names, her IIT dream, my fucked up sarcasm, EVERYTHING…

Today all I do is hope. Hope that she calls me back and I can say “How much I’ve missed her, how sorry I am, how desperate I am to tell her that she was looking like a hungry bitch munching on its meat (while she was gobbling the Mc.VEGGIE), that though I was not a science student I spent nights solving her physics papers. I just want to tell her that she is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. In simple words;

P.S. I love you (sorry couldn’t come up with something of my own in the last line).

What I’ve learnt: The whole story says what I’ve learnt.

Funny Facts: September 21st 2007, Mc Donald’s Brigade Road (First date)

We both were sitting in the opposite tables for 30 minutes. Giving glances when the other wasn’t looking (though we both knew we were staring). Then finally I make my move and go to her and speak. We shake hands and three seconds later she grins at me (I thought she was grinning at me because I held her hand for way too long time) but then discovered that my hand was slimy (that was because my hand was leaking extra melt cheese, mayonnaise and my saliva). I had totally forgotten that I was eating Mc.VEGGIE extra cheese before walking to her. That look probably was the best look I‘ve ever seen her with.

Eat well sleep safe.. Take care.. Have a Nice Day.. Sayonara.. =)

My Name Is Khan

Pop goes the ICON!!!

Have you ever been famous and had an identity crisis??? I'm sure you don't even have a random idea how it feels then. But this man here, can give you guidelines how to behave or what to do when you end up with it or may be.

He is been ruling Bollywood for almost twenty years now, he's got a wax statue at Madame Tussauds, he's got websites, blogs, clubs and communities dedicated to himj than any Hollywood Legend, he's shot two movies in that land(one of them turned out to be in 2nd position at US Top 10 for three weeks), he's been performing stage shows there for past a month and yet he's been detained for 66 minutes at the NEWARK AIRPORT for one simple reason, the monitor at the enquiry counter said,'His name is KHAN'.

For instance, lets say Newark Airport Officials are high qualified Dumbsluts, they haven't seen a SRK movie, haven't seen him get a Doctrate a month ago nor have they ever googled the name KHAN to find some Al-Qaedi & ended up getting ten pictures of SRK in the first two pages itself. But are they that dumb that they haven't noticed him arriving and departing with his bodyguards and a huge fan following... Cos technically speaking, he visited New York 8 times in last 10 months.

So should we blame them for their ignorance? Well, because, I don't see any story in it. Actually I don't even believe this happened because i feel they made it happen. May be to create a hype for his upcoming flick, which coincidently sounds similar to the Newark Airport enquiry table monitor,"MY NAME IS KHAN".

This is not the first time someone is being detained for having a muslim name. Aamir, Salman and even APJ Kalam were caught in this mess. But never before was this so highlighted. Where are we heading with these kind of crap? Think.....

What have I've learnt: There's nothing for me to learn through this crap but there's something for everyone of us to learn. How long are we gonna be trapped into such SHIT HYPES??? This thing was headlined for more than 100 times in the last 24 hours that there were actually a lot of other important thins which remained as Flash news only at the bottom corner of the screen(like a Tikr). Who did create this hype? Who should we blame for this Bull? Media??? No. Blame yourself. Media shows what we wanna see. So as long as we wanna see things like these, media will be showing it to us. Time for us to move on from things like this as soon as possible people.

This is what i feel and I'm sure even you feel somewhat like this. If yes then please MOVE ON.

Grow up !!!

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

The Only Town I’ve Ever Known

This town is a lonely town

Not the only town

This town is a make-you town

Or a break-you-town and bring-you-down

This town is a love-you town

And a shove-you-down and push-you-'round town

This town, it's a use-you town

An abuse-you town until-you're-down town

These were the few lines I'd like to say before starting this blog. Well have you ever wondered that the only town you have ever known has been changing and has yet remained the same. Even I hadn’t. But now I guess I have. I’ve known this town in four different phases of my life and it has just changed radically, giving me no option to blame. I now don’t know whom to blame, the town for changing so drastically or myself, for not changing with it.

Phase I was like my kid-hood. Say till when I was about four to five(Or somewhere close to that). Then I was least bothered about this town. My town was like somewhat my mother had described. That it would have chocolates, toys, confetti all over the place when I do something good. There would be ghosts ready to haunt me in darkness, when I don’t eat my food. I’d have pineapple cake for my birthday. And most of all there would be someone called God, who would keep monitoring me and would punish me if I lie, cheat or steal. I never knew then that my dad was the traitor who would whisk(I mean to say belt me) me when I do something wrong(Cos then I had taken that God stuff very seriously). You know how it is when we are we kids. Phase I was never my way, because I hardly remember what happened then, and what I remember is not worthy enough to discuss about.

Phew!! I never knew that Phase II was right around the corner to blow my mind off. Everything around me changed so fast that I never had a chance to figure out what was happening. I was dropped into a new school with new people. And now the story was that the ghost would haunt me if I don’t finish my homework(I mean I never could figure then why was the ghost behind me always). And then after sometime(say 2-3yrs later) I figured out that I was made a hoodwink. No ghosts existed. Now all of a sudden my school marks became more important. It was like my parents had given birth to my marks and not me. They wanted to be the parents of a smart kid to the town. Like more then them the town had an eye on my marks. But even then the town was good. I knew a lot of people and I was glad to know them because I knew(At least I thought I knew) that they would be at my side when I need them. I think that’s when I’ve loved this town the most.

Alas came the Phase III. Ooofff!!!! It was only after this I got to know that my understanding of the first two phases was totally off beam. I could never accept the way this town was. I mean give me a hike. The town which I thought was so sweet was actually not. It just had changed badly. Say from good to bad and then to worse. The town actually didn’t ever like me at all. I mean just not me but everyone living in it. It just pretended to. Until you have something to offer to this town, the town has nothing to do with you. Even the people whom you trust the most are behind you expecting something from you. As long as you clean the sewage, you are the Mayor of the town, and after that even a Hobo’s dog doesn’t care to leak on your foot. That’s how selfish this town had become.

What I’ve Learnt: After living these three phases I actually realized that the town had never changed. It was me who had changed. My perception of thinking had changed fundamentally. The town was just the way it was. It was a chameleon and it remained to be one. It changed its color according to its environment. That’s what chameleons do when they sense danger or they are out hunting. Its quite natural. The only thing that puzzles me is why does this town change its color?

Well anyways who knows, say a couple of decades later, you might call me a hypocrite for may be contradicting this statement. Till then its Kiko signing off.

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye Tho Kya Hai ??

Suraj Ke Utne Se Utthi Hai Duniya, Yeh Duniya Re,
Tere Kushi Se Jal Thi Hai Duniya, Yeh Duniya,
Tere Hi Laksho Ka Kaathil Hai Duniya, Yeh Duniya,

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?


Mamta Ki Bikhri Kahani Ki Duniya, Yeh Duniya
Behno Ki Siski Jawani Ki Duniya, Yeh Duniya
Tere Aankhon Ke Peeche Hai Dhoke Ka Duniya, Yeh Duniya Re,

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?

Aurat Ke Bhooke Fakiro Ki Duniya, Yeh Duniya,
Roote Aashiqo Ke Sahara Yeh Duniya, Yeh Duniya,
Toote Gareebo Ke Roti Ki Duniya, Yeh Duniya,

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?


Mazhab Ki Naam Par Aathank Ko Phaile, Yeh Duniya,
Chilke Ki Dhaam Par Kudh Ko Bhi Bheje, Yeh Duniya,
Insaan Ki Sapno Ka Haveli Yeh Duniya, Yeh Duniya,

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?


Khwahish Mein Lipti Zaroorat Ki Duniya, Yeh Duniya Re
Farebi Ki Aangan Mein Fasi Hai Haqeeqat Ki Duniya,
Kudh Ko Kudh Pe Taras Dhikathi Hai Yeh Zaalim Duniya,

Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?
Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye To Kya Hai ?

Chitput Si Baaton Mein Jalne Lagegi, Sambhalo Yeh Duniya
Katpit Ke Raaton Mein Palne Lagegi, Sambhalo Yeh Duniya
Tumhari Hai Tum Hi Sambhalo Yeh Duniya
Tumhare Yeh Kale Iraado Ki Duniya
Jaisi Bachi Hai Waisi Ki Waisi, Bacha Lo Yeh Duniya

Oh Duniya Oh Duniya
- Kiko (Inspired by PIYUSH MISHRA)

What I Learnt : Yeh Duniya Agar Mil Bhi Jaaye Tho Kya Hai ?

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

Stand Up Speak Up

Democracy is the process by which people choose the man who'll get the blame.

Finally, the elections are back and so are our humble blessings and curses. Its been a routine for us right? Cursing. We curse them before the elections, during the elections and Yah !! even after the elections. But has that made any difference? Has anything actually changed?

To be frank… A lot. A lot has changed. But we fail to accept it. Because we still curse them for the un tarred road in front our home rather than bless them for presenting 100 bicycles for those under privileged students. Curse them for jammed traffic instead of blessing them for waiving farmer loans. Wondering why I'm givin such silly examples? Well for us it may be silly. But for the people at the other end its like boon from the god. But to be guileless they have done much more than that.

Politicians are just like the moon. We appreciate the moon for its beauty and its unique quality of giving us light when the sun isn’t there. But what we fail to recognize is that moon doesn’t has its own light. It just reflects the light it receives from the sun. And so do our politicians. We curse them for all they do but what we fail to recognize here is that they are just reflecting what is at them.

Our job is not to curse these poor people but to find the sun who is the source. Oh k I’m not telling you guys to start an adventure game, find the sun and destroy it. That’s not what I meant but still how long are we gonna blame them. Its time for us to take the responsibility now.

And yah one last thing. Now the latest drift is that our system is gone old. People are saying it needs injection of something called the youth. So, the vibe is that vote the youth and change the system. Don’t worry. That ain’t gonna change much. The result is gonna be pretty much the same. Confused? Lemme explain(weird but true). What would be the result if you change the moon’s inclination with the earth and plant a new one? Absolute chaos.

What I’ve learnt: Its always easy for us to sit and comment on what’s not done. But when we switch places, we would shock ourselves by noticing what has been done. Being a follower we always uncover things that hasn’t been done. But being a leader we always jive for what we have done. Grow up people. Because when you say something hasn’t been done, stand up, be a leader and do it. Then you’ll discover that they still blame you because there is something else that hasn’t been done again.

Something. There’s going to be no end for something. So next time you find something, stop blaming and change it.

P.S.: This elections stand up and change. VOTE. I know it ain’t gonna change anything but lets at least make the start. The day is not that far.

Stand Up Speak Up.

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

Wait, Stir and Drink

Crap. This is the first word that’s gonna come in your head after reading this post. Lemme be frank about it. But if you actually give it a thought I’m sure you will uncover a lot of glorious moments that would have happened if you had just killed your laziness and stubbornness at the right time.

I’d just got up from bed at around 11 ‘o’ clock (thanks for ma phone), heard it ringing so got up. It was ma mom. She told me that she had to attend some wedding so she had kept the milk on the table, the geyser switch was on and other stuff (actually instructions that they love to give when they are not at home). Then I walked all way to the table as I was feeling lazy to go brush ma teeth, grabbed the milk cup, sat on ma couch and turned on the T.V. switch. And guess what ma favoooooooooooraaaaatttteee show was on (I know I made a mountain out of a molehill, kidding). Well anyway back to the couch.

Watching the stuff I just sipped the milk. And realized that something was missing. It was sugar. Milk is something that I hate to compromise with anything. So I was very pissed off with ma mom because she knew how much I liked drinking milk and yet she forgot to add sugar to the milk. I wanted to walk across ma living room to the kitchen to get some sugar. But I just felt very lazy and I didn’t want to miss ma favorite show also. So I just thought that I would drink the milk, the sour way.

And I gobbled the whole milk in a gulp. When I did that I discovered that almost a tea spoon of some residue kinda stuff had entered ma mouth in a gush. And I was shocked (not surprised) to learn that this residue was nothing but sugar. I was so cockeyed by what had just happened.

You might be wondering why am I sharing such a lame story with you guys. Well things like this keep happening in life but we fail to grasp one small thing and that is we fail to learn the minuscule little message that life wants teach us.

What I Learnt: It might sound philosophical or boring but please bear me for another hundred words and I’m sure you’ll have a smile before leaving this blog. Back to the milk and the sugar story.

Our life is just like the milk and the sugar is all those sweet surprises that takes our breath away. But all we forget to do is wait, stir and drink. We want everything at a click. So we just drink it in a gulp and discover the surprises at the end (when life’s almost done).

So guys give it a thought. Life can be more wonderful than it is. So don’t give yourself a chance to regret. Have a little patience.

Wait, Stir and Drink…

Eat well, Sleep safe. Sayonara

Have a Nice Day [=)]

And in the end, it's not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years.

Hey Guys,

Kiko here. I’m sure you’ll be wondering what’s this blog’s about. Why is it so funny, unorganized, lame and boring(as nothing has happened so far)..?

Well, this is not a blog where you shall be listening to uninspiring depressive nonsense about some politician who raped a girl and sneaked out unharmed or about a Labrador who was named Pope Benedict by the Jews. It’s not about the wars, global warming or other stuffs like that which is being discussed, argued and even reported abuse on every second blog.

This is something about me, you and everybody out there. Oye, hold on. It’s not an autobiographic blog where I’m gonna write stuff about me like how I lost ma second girl friend or why didn’t I get through the college football team? No. It’s not going be like that.
It’s gonna be about us. How smart we are? How we know how to do things and still end up doing it again and again yet finding what went wrong as I did everything right?

Life’s not about winning an Oscar or getting a Nobel Prize (Ok I was over-exaggerating)..? No, its not even about being the topper of your class or getting a job that gives you Rs.600000 an annum or picking up rotten bananas from the garbage for dinner?

It’s about that Rs.5 you spend out of you salary to buy your kid an ice–cream on the road. That moment of joy or to say ecstasy is what our life is all about. It’s these small moments of glory like the smile you get on your face when (sorry for tabulation):
1. Someone says “Great job pal” and gives you a pat on your back.
2. You find an empty parking slot in crowded restaurant.
3. A sweet shower in rain with your “someone special”.
4. Your child says “Ye-o-ya-va-gia” (Czechoslovakia).

It’s these small moments of bliss I’m talking about. I’ve lived almost quarter of ma life and have had a lot of these moments. And this blog is all about those moments and what I learnt by those moments? I’m sure you’ll be wondering why you should read this blog. It’s all those things that have happened to me which has no concern to you. But who knows, may be after reading you might feel that “Wow, this happened to me too, but I failed to realize” kinda stuff.
I’m just making an attempt to make you re-discover your moments (not through arrogance) of life and feel proud of yourself through some events of ma life. Hope you guys love it.
So Kiko’s signing off. Eat well Sleep safe. Sayonara.

Have a Nice Day [=)]