Pankaj has crossed,Evanjan is already on the safer side,utkarsh is after me.This is my turn now.I have to jump infact a big jump to avoid 15mm mud full of all dregs at our college campus to move for the closet dhaba for dinner.Right.I m ready.Can I pass this little hurdle,sometimes i feel helpless,but again no option,I need to give it a try.Just a try.Guys started claping-Jha come on..like this is goin to b a big marathon event,in which a short guy has to get the standing ovation,if he passes successfully.A herculean task.It is easier sometimes to crack the most mind blowing integrations manufactured by doubly mind blowing professors of iits.It takes 2-3 mins,at least to me still.Note karo kitna intelligent hoon.But this jump is not about its about something,i cant change.And then i started running with stride which was really abnormal to me,now i reached at the mud,and blurted out-Oh shitt,fuck wait next chance plz,and in the 4th tired breathing severely attempt,somehow i jumped off ,my left leg inside the mud,right on the safer side,and i swore that day,i would never try for another jump in my life.
This minor event during my engineerring days,is still inside of me,not b coz i feel shy of that,this is the stature God has given me,and i need to get amused on this instead mulling about this.When ever i stroll down the street from my home town to anywhere,pretty young girls drop their swanky bags in big horror-what happened to u,quite short.!!Visitors from abroad find me terribly funny,wants to have a pic with me,so later when they return to their respective motherlands,they can show to their neighbours,see,we have found one unique creature in India,that too outside museum,funny.Tall guys laugh at me,telling me hey can any surgery help u to get out of this seasoned problem.
Now chill.Relax.inhale one breathe,if u havent so far.I have already ,taken.The last line is just a victim of extreme frustration,or exaggeration.But i m short,reality is reality,it bites,but you have to live with it.I hardly reach near to 5′ 5″-5′ 6″.People have been giving names like-chhotu,little master,pocket dictionary,and so on.Endless list.
When i was little kid,people used to tease me at school,and due to heart broken anger i used to plans,how to push off the tall guy from the school roof during games period.See,how notorious i have been all through my life.When mummy used to give me complan.Bournvita,i thought,chill,i wud b like tutu bhaiya one day,complan wud help me.But as i grew up,or i never grew up much,i knew this world will remain a big oxford dictionary rather than little collins gem dictionary to me.I had to admit at one point.that i m short but not inferior,just different.I donot need to hate myself.I have to spend a life time with this height.And in the process,i learnt the most important art of living-laughing at myself.Not b coz i lack self esteem,but a parley with the reality,and gettting rid of any shenanigans sort of egos.
When ever tall westindian players hit off the ground after getting hammered by sachin,i jump off from the sofa set.Whenever i hear story of great Hitler,i light up another fag,whenever johnny lever squeezes cheers and laugh from the audience i tell my self.chill.chill.life is still beautiful.May b may not i m sure,no girl will maryy me ever.Oye sohniye is it like that??May b all my life i will have trouble crossing 15mm mud.
But one thing is sure,i m not goin to take myself seriously,i wll laugh at myself,in order to minimise my ego,and it reminds me of how funny life can b.really.what looks like a compromise actually it is just a completely different viewpoint regarding life.Real education.
and its not bad that much.i drunk complan and yelled at mummy-see i mnt growing its now 14 months.The pants what i bought in 12th still suit me perfectly.may b i wll never b able to play basket ball.but u donot need to play basket ball to die happily.
