Crappiest post ever !!

Although i tried hard to make it worse but i think it is best piece of shit i can think of at this point of time.


Well, Few days back, i left home for some work and ended up in a talk with some neighbour. Meanwhile, I kept staring my dog for whole 30 mins obnoxiously, that soul was really scared of my unintended intentions but i was trying to relate it to something, something which i forgot badly. Later, I tried to call a friend and phone suddenly said 'Please recharge your card' , oohhh...then i remembered, i use HUTCH. Similarly, Once i kept KNOCKING a door becoz i had to call my 'naukar'(servant). 'The idiot' says i am suffering from Lethologica and Lethonomia and Amnesia. Aaahh....how can these cute lovely names be a syndrome. He is a total bastard and thats why i call Dr Inder Bhat 'The Idiot'.

Lets talk ascendingly with 'Anemia' , whenever somebody say this i burst out loud, I stuff in a whole lot of milk, meat and eggs. For every food plate, i calculate its damn energy applying all NewTON's law of Digestion. For those who are weak in Physics , I must explain : Neutron is smallest particle of an atom alongwith electron and proton. It was discovered very lately, so they called it NEW-TRON, similar to PRE-TON ( which later became proton becoz some bloody RUBBERFOLD wanted its name as ancient as his). The best part is most people say 'Anemia' is inability to remember things or a memory loss. Sometimes i find them right but moments later they seems to be out of their minds. I say them "Man, Anemia is related to physical health not mental state" and then they laugh. Silly people..

I had an anticipation that whenever i eat bread in b'fast i loss some memory, so i stopped breeding . But i dont know why i stopped because of them, infact i never started. Definitely, i didnt left it because of those fools there must be some toher reason which i cant remember rite now. I am not a farmer and i dont have any poultry farm. Sometimes even i feel i am suffering from Amnesia.

Anyway, last week 'The idiot' called me home for a regular check-up. I went there and he was swimming in his pond, topless, shameless creature. I scolded him anticipating his cruel intentions. He said politely...i called you at 6 pm and not 6 am. Helll. who in this world, can distinguish between 6 am and 6 pm when both the hands of clock remain at same position at both the time, once an idiot always an idiot.

I know these talks may be very much crappy to you as always but i dont mind. I am not a piece of idiocracy as few make me feel like. Please somebody tell them i am not going to Algeria anyday. Why do they keep reminding me this.


Algeria ?? $#%^^%&*

Beauty of Brutal Life...

Late in a winter night, you are sipping some coffee, tensed, confused, trying to make some rubbish document which you have to present tommorow in a meeting and you are out of words, out of your mind, wandering here and there like a trapped mouse, feeling like a loser. Suddenly you get a glimpse of watchman outside, making out some fire to keep himself warm from the cold, short of woodsticks, the fire will go off anytime, but calm and undisturbed, unperturbed. A wave knocks you from inside and you try to ignore it....but it rises again and this time you dont. You take some old rotten newspapers , put them in a bag, go out, blow up the dying fire again and sit with that watchman for few minutes, talk, laugh, enjoy that small fire in such cold winter night, feel exorbitant amount of energy oozing inside yourself....some induced determination. THAT's IT. You are back in few minutes, back to work but wait...you are a new man this time , you are no more tensed...you have got the way, you can think better and more confidently....ohh, the watchman has given a lesson...'YOU NEVER LOOSE UNTIL YOU STOP FIGHTING'.Thats the beauty of Brutal life.

People around you teach and bless with so many things.Introspection has an other way and thats benevolence.All time you do something good you feel a new force emerging inside, something positiv, positive vibrations. You are standing in a bus from a long hour, no more energy left in you to stand anymore, frustrated of crowding and pushes and then you get a seat suddenly, thank god. After few minutes here comes an old guy and you offer your seat to him. You are standing again but now,its unbelievable, now you are no more tired, more relaxed even in crowding and above anything else happy and calm. Thats the beauty of brutal life.

You are watchng TV for three hours, all craps. a movie, a chat show, some freaky news about guy turning into a ghost at night....u feel sick. Suddenly, you see Leander Paes (an Indian Tennis Player) winning ASIAD gold, medal ceremony, national enthem in background, tears flowing through his eyes....an induced energy again.It gives you a new determination and a new spark.

I always think where does this energy comes from. You always have fun in teasing people around you and playing pranks, it makes you happy but Why always doing something good makes you more satisfied and calm. I dont think there is any external force behind this, it all lies within. It lies in every heart and it prompts you to do 'what lies inside'.

Whatever it is, I like this and its 'beauty of brutal life' , a profound happiness.

Innocence...

INNOCENCE………

Collecting the toys, the tattoo, the cards,
That ‘Hide and Seek’ team waiting in the backyards,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

Laying on the mother’s lap and gazing the stars,
With our ‘super’ bicycles chasing the cars,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

Those ‘Heavy’ school books , that ‘heavy’ school bag,
No worries about future and never a looking back,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

That dance in the rain, that hypothetical stomach pain,
Those funny toon movies , those stare at the planes.
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

A sudden fever on Monday or just before a test,
B’day cakes and candies were all time best,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

Doing some mistake and then hiding from the Mom,
A feel of triumph when DAD was back home,
Sometimes I feel that innocence is lost…..

A ‘Hurry’ to school, a ‘Hurry’ to home,
A ‘Hurry’ to play, Now only ‘Hurry’ is left alone,

The time kept going and we kept growing,
Unknowingly somewhere that childishness was narrowing,
And today I suddenly felt that ‘INNOCENCE’ is LOST….

-AnGo

Gajar Ka Halwa

Gone is the Winter without even a single knock in Pune...am still not sure whether it actually came here. All my newly purchased pullovers and wintery wears from last year's 50 + 20 = 70 % off sale ( actually its 60%, but that's how shopkeepers lure morons like me to garbage their dying stocks of garments which even rats refused to bite) were waiting to breathe in open air for the first time since their existance.I didnt get any fair reason to give them another look so they ditched me and mingled wid Sir Rosh and Sir Roch, the eldest and oldest cockroaches in my flat i suppose , their ancestors were bestowed upon by Japanese in WWII over my flat and since then they stand loyal and baygon-proof here.
Only time in year when you get an enduring pleasent smell from our esoteric GANPAT halwai ids only due to this phenomenon known as GH effect. GH effect usually termed as 'Gajar Ka Halwa' effect, is an ability of a pathetic shopkeeper to attract few buyers only once in a year.
GH effect is a driving force in all Hindi speaking fraternities in India. The pride of every mom , the integral part of Bollywood movies ....how can anyone forget "Beta, dekh maine tere liye tera favorite gajar ka halwa banaya hai' . Damn, who cares it will all go to spotboys after the shoot.

Well, for me its a fair reason to wait for wo...wo...wo...winters. Howsoever bad but it smells always good as in case of GANPAT halwai. In delhi, if you somehow wake up early in the morning (heyy dont stare at me like this....obviously becoz of some obnoxious 3 hour power failure!!). u can learn some 'how to make a sweet more luscious' lessons from them. They are all at work in a petrifying temprature , below 5 degrees. For the first time you feel to reveal your mouth out of that monkey cap for that deceptive fragrance and eat that all in one attempt.
Bang !! Well, thats the halcyon now.

I am away from home and that smell. Even on searching at every single GANPAT, i never got to feel like that again. My NOSTRILS can better tell you how i feel without that , i have stopped watching all mother-son convos in hindi movies, waking up early even if a power failure and even scrutinizing someone's lunch but i still very vulnerable of that.

If anyone reading this post can actually help this pauper soul, get in touch....get in touch with 'Gajar Ka Halwa'....THE BOSS before you been a neglected one like me.

Issued in Public Interest by Team GH.