two golden hearts

Tears    man.Big  tears.Not   the   limited  tears,which    just   makes  your  cheeks  wet  below   the    eyes.That  was   big,big one.Which   flows  down   the   cheeks   in   a  certain   defined  streams,left    the   dusty   railway  station   wet,plopped   down   on the   surface,left you   completely  void.My   parents  tears,  my  tears.But  not before  my    parents,now m   getting   the  sense   of    artificial     maturity.Shit.I   held    the tears  before the  train   started   crawling  and   when    i    lost    the  glimpse   of    them   after  a  few  seconds.I   know,while   hitting    this  post   m  getting  sissy   and    making   me    emotional.But     thats    the     way    i  m. I     cry    easily.very  easily.

I    left     Muzaffarpur   on    29th  landed    here  safely. I    have set up the room,in my own   unique  way.The    clothes     have  been    shoved   in the   almirah.Sweeped    the    entire   room   with    one year   old   broom.And    now    i   have    severe    pain    in   the    back.How     a     decent    good   girl   can   manage   to  do   such   stuff   almost  everyday,yeah   a  big  pat  from    me,take   it.

But    now   i m   missing   my   family,parents.Would     b    nice    once   i  will   sink myself   into   work  from   tomorrow.Yes    i    just    wish    to sneak   into   the   kitchen  at   my home    just   rite   now.And    scare    my   mummy   by   shouting   in   her  ear.And    then   she    would    turn  and  yell at me-bantu  tu  ek  din heart  attack  karwa  dega.She     often   says   this   whenever   i  do such   stupidity.What    would   b papa   doing rite now??   May    b  he is    reading    some  books  or  newspaper.I      have   always   an   urge   of reading    newspaper  or  books  when  he  is reading   by   heckling   mindlessly    and   we   often end   up   brawling,and   then  mummy    comes   up   and   settle   the matter.

Why    do    i have to b away from  them.Oh  yeah   for career’s  sake.So   i    make    a   lot of  money   and   make   proud   of  me.I    understand.My   being   here   working    out   things,to  get   handsome   salaried   job,this   is   the   best  thing for me  i know.But     for    those    of you    who    are    with  their   parents,please  note   it   donot   let    the   precious   time   go   without    respect   and   enjoyment.Its    only   when   you   are away   from   them   you   feel    the   importance   of  being   together   with   parents.

A     family    is    the   most   natural   blessing.May    b     we     have   b    come    so   used to   a   mummy     working     in     the    kitchen ,to   a    papa   reading   newspaper,to   a   sister   teasing   us   that    we    fail    to   understand    their   importance,we   donot   notice   them much,and    look     for   someone   outside  family,someone   special.But   nothing   nothing   can   come     close    to   love   what    your    parents   give    you.  I    look   at    my hand,rite   one,this    hand   has been  through    slapping    my frnd   in class    5th.Through   holding a  call   letter   as   being    a   state  topper, but     still    the    most    natural    and    loving     thing    this   hand   has    done   is  to  curl   around    my   mummy’s   finger.

The    love    in    a    mothers   heart   cant    b  found    in any    investment    bank,not   in  dollar,not   in  getting   into  any  top    end   engineering    college.We    guys    look   for     big   trophies   seven  figure  salary,reaching   US.But    the   most    natural   and    best    form    of  joy     you    can  feel   is     in    the    unconditional    love    your    parents    can   give   you.You    will   always     have   to   return   to your  parents   to   see   that   glossy   of  true   love   and   caring    in  their  eyes.You   may    sleep    on the    huge  beds with   split   AC   running     around    you,but    the     timeless    feeeling    of  relaxation    and    pure    comfort   comes   only    when    you   are    circled   around    them.

Have    u    ever   discussed    with    your   ma  about    the  moment  when    u   first  time  started   walking.A     twinkle   in her   eyes,the    excitement     in  her    tone,the    pure   smile   on   her  lips,  recalling    all    those    moments   is   something    else.Different   than  any   other   joy,yeah   i mean it.Its     like    her   entire   self    is    submerged    into  something   of    unbridled     joy  of    that    moment,when  first  time   you   pressed   your  soft   tiny  foot    against   this   earth  for   the     first    time.

So     somewhere,remember    that   these  two   people   still    beating   for   you,caring     for     your   happiness    with    all      their   hearts  24\7.Still    wanting    to   stroke    your    hair   now  with  weaker  hands   wrinkled   face   but    with   same    intensity.and    still    feeling   joy    at     your    every smile.

Guys\Gals     people,  you     have    may   created    business,empires,nation,but    those   two     people   have   created    life.Created     you.

Life     may    b   about   getting    into    IITs,RECs,IIMs   and   any   other    top   end   college,getting    a     job     in  new   york,california,doing  MS  at   university of    Berkley,But    life   is also  about    watching     your   mother    wrapping    bedsheets   early   in   the   morning,  about   sharing   morning   tea  with     your    parents,pulling    your   sisters   pony  tail,acting    stupid  knowing      that     one     day     you   will   miss    them,remember   it.your    all     dollars    will   remain   with  you,your    all   fancy  stuff   from   BMW   to     cycle    will  remain   with u.but    they   wont.so   treasure     them.

Life   is   not    about   a   few   big     moments,but a  zillion   small  ones  what    we     come   across   everyday.Sooooo,please     go   out    win     this    plastic     world,b come    famous,but     please    donot   ever    forget    to   care    about   two   golden   hearts,your   father   and    mother.they   are   just   beaming    and   beating   for   U  all  the   time.

Muzaffarpur ke cafe se

Hello, haan   jee    25 mins   of my  time    at    this   cyber   cafe  remain.I m   done   with mails.Checked   some    mails, what    i sent out to   Wipro.It    says, “  Anupam     you    have    basic     problem in   dealing  with    people    who  have    more    working    experience    than you,keep    updating    your   resume.”Just    chill   now.Today, mummy   said to me,”  do   dinn   aur ruk ja    fir jana,tu  Delhi chala jayega   toh   Mother dairy se   sabjee  kaun layega.So   being    a   wonderful   son,i   have    extended   my stay   for  two more days.I     would    b getting    back to   my   karam  bhoomi  i mean  Delhi by   this     weeekend.I     got    few   carrots,   potatoes,M.D.H  masala.

                    On    the   other hand,  weather    is   getting    hotter  and   hotter   as    day    progresses,i  would   expect    almost     same     milieu    in   Delhi  too.The    moment, I    stepped    out    from  the train,when    i came     here,   i     shrieked,  “  Ueeeee Maaaa, itni    thandi abhii    tak,even    i      thought    to     run     back   into     the    train.Also,just   in   span    of    21   days,2 days    back    i got    a    hair  cut,i    went    to    Honeymoon    Classic   Hair    Saloon,the  guy    there   have    some hold   on   some young    and    innocent  barbers   from  the neighbouring    towns    like   Samastipur,Hajipur,etc etc dressed   them  or    infact    made    them   into    highly    good  looking   well    mannered    guys   with    white   lab    coats, and     now    they are    plying   their   trades    at    Honeymoon   Classic    Hair   Saloon.Even    they     have   gotten    little    name   tags    on their    chest   pockets.My    barber      was     named, Hariya,in  a  slightly   vulgar way, but    if     you    are   someone     who    have   habits     of    uttering   only    decently,you   can   call     him  only   Hari,thats    upto   you.As    soon    as    i    adjusted     myself     on  the    lovely   softy    arm  chair,i    requested    him   quite    politely,” Bhaiya,  jada    chhota   mat karna, medium  heee   rakhna,  meri    shaadi    hai   agle    hafte,iss  baat   ka  dhayaan rakhna.”  

                                           But     Mr.  Hariya    was     so     engrossed   watching    “Baazigar”   playing    on  the    TV     placed    at    the    corner   of   the    saloon,due   to   that   now    my   hair     looks    like    those    from   the   family   of    Mike   Tyson.On   a   silly   note, i m  resembling     Gus  Logie( short  west indian   middle  order  batsman  in 80s).I     just     wish   i  had    decided    to    follow    my urge    of   stabbing     him    with  the     scissors  he    used   on me.Really.

                                     And    during    this   stay,every night,not from night   infact    from evening    itself,i have    been    partnering     with    my mummy    while    seeeing   TV.Dulhan on zee TV, That    girl    looks   quite    beauty.Few   other    highly    driven,in    a    more    precise    way,mind   draining    serials,You    need    time    of   my    mummy   and     mental    level  of me    to    get    through    from  those   30mins.But    then,it    is    not everyday     that     you    are    lying    your     head    on your    mothers      lap,she     is     softly    stroking     your     hair,without     caring      how      much     dandruff    you   keep.So    i     have    relished     every   those     priceless    moments.

                                Wait……got    a   calll    now   from   home…  i    m    to buy    one   premium  bread,butter   and   half gram    onion,not    sure    what     kind    of    food,mummy    is      goin  to    make.and     b at    home    within   15 mins.Bread    should     b  fresh    last      time     i     bought    the     one    which     was    made    in  2007    september.What    a     nut    i m .shitt.I m    goin now.Honeymoon    Classic     Hair    Saloon    is     on   my   way,hope     no     one     is     killed     by    Hariya.

Hey Girl, Just Chill ! !

Hi   Girls,

                       Well,   9:45  in the night  is  not   an  ideal  time to talk to girls,but we have nt   exchanged  much  so far  over the last  five years,  have we??  hey u  harking?

                 First  of all  let   me  make clear  what  kinda  group   i m  talking  to.Girls=girls.I m    excluding   mothers  grandmothers  and  all  higher  would b dead   by now.So  relax,it is  just about  girls.Girls=Girls.If you   are  still   bobbing   your head in an  acute    case    of    confusion,i cant help.You   all   are  supposed  to b  born  dumb.Slightly  more  than me.

                       My    childish   memory  about  this   clan,my   youngest   sister    scraples  my   soft neck  with her   pointed   nails.i have   still   that scar,no seriously,check it come .Painful i tell you.And     then   she   frets   to mummy,that  i   have   copied   maths  note   from her  notebook.Non sense.Copying   something   that too   in maths.Shitt.i did   that only in 4th semester,only complex    variables i swear.Anyway   not   a   perfect start at all.

                  In   school,  i used to carry   a   light bag,  one  water bottle,and crayon   boxes thats    it    nothing    much.i cant   carry   anything   heavy,given  my  little   texture.Now    you     girls    keep   a    coloured    bag   full  of notebooks.You  dint   shout much.You  didnt  spill   food   while   eating.You    played   games   during the  games    period,what   i find   as   boring as    watching    DD-1    Hindi   Samachaar.You   b come  mother of someone,and someone     b comes   your   grandmother…and   so   by class    6th    i     understood    and    formed   an     impression   regarding   all     of you,that    you    girls   are    just   a  thing   to   keep   in touch  after  25  only.A   kind  of    compromise.Life    is    a   series   of    compromises    not   surprises.

                                  From   class    6th to    10th.The    font    size     of    you  kept   getting    bigger   and bigger.You    people    hardly ever    had shown    any sort of     inclination   in me.And     i was     also    remain    unassuming   indifferent   to    you  people.i     was    of   the   back    benchers   gang.not   so  serious   to   attend class  and study.I    was    also   a    regular   at   being    thrown   out of the class    almost   after  every  period.i     was    the guy   girls    hate to  talk.Not    a    surprise   still   you  seee,not much has changed.You    people    like    to   relish your    free    periods with guys   who   have   immaculate   clothes,properly   combed   hair,sitting   always   in the front row.talking    only about   studies only.

                               College life.First day   two   fully   drunk  seniors  pick me   out for   ragging.They    ordered  me   to    propose   a   girl.I    clump  upto  her   and   ask   her to come.She    doesnt  care    much   and   looks   away.I   lean in  and   begged,”See  Lady.You may b  pretty even more than   Madhubala,Guys  may   chew   a  lizard  if you  order them to.But    i have    1-2    interest   in you that  is equal to  -1.Thats    the   interest  i have   in girls.Seniors   want you,not me,so just  accept this  else   i wudnt b able to   take  my dinner to night.i m out of home for the first time in my life.Have   mercy on me O u  beautiful girls”.Then   She    came    along   and   i   propsed  her  and we sang   ”Kya  bolti tu sun  suna  aati   kya khandlaa”.That   evet lasted for around  20 mins.Now  i swear   on my   grumpy  neighbour,i   never   ever   proposed  anyone.During  college   life   i   went  into  a  clan of  guys  where   we   never   talked  about girls.we had fun  doing things    without them.All   those  years  during  engineering.I   kept  my self    away  from  them  internally.

                                            But    my    perception    regarding you   changed   during   that time.First  thing,donot    use so much    make up.You   look   pretty   without it.Natural one.And   most  of you   look   like   you have    been   putting    yourself    inside   the   Nerolac    Paint   and your   mouth    looks    like     you     have     eaten    6   big    sized  bars   lipstick.And    yes    please    just    note   how    you   look   with   that    long   earrings,even    a    “poonchh    of   Bhhainns   can   b more    attractive really”.Dont    envelope    your    ear  by   earrings,you  cant  hear properly.Keep   your   hair up to   listen   us    carefully.Atleast   it   wont fall   on the plates   while  eating. Consider   tieing  it up.Healthy   for   you.

                            Anyway   it was   like that.Then   one     event ful day,   “She”  walked  into my life.She    had     good   sense    of   humour.She    was    highly mature.Terribly   shy.Nazuk.Soft   spoken.She    was   very  human   gentle   in true  sense,really i   mean  it  really   while    writing   these.All     tears    that    i gave her   still    streak   me   violently   mentally.I   thank  the   guy  with whom   she   is   now.Married.

                         Sitting    mulling     clamly   at times, i    have   realised   especially   when   i have  exchanged    thoughts   with few    good   female   frnds,some of you   are really  quite mature.Some   of you    think    deeply,think    goood   thoughts,you   are   more  sensitive  and   introspective   than guys.Some   girls   are  really   great   human beings.All    in all, you   girls   are  not so   stupid,as    i   used to   think.

              

                             And you    know    what    is    the best   thing   being   a    girl?All    of  you    will    b   a  mother   one  day.no   matter    what  kinda    of   ego u keep  all   those will   get   vanished   when   you will   b come  a  mother.no matter   how   vexing   and   narrow  you are rite now,one day  after   b coming   mother   you all will  change  in to  something  which  is   divine.Motherhood.One  day    you   goin to   create   a  life   and   nurture  it   with   an   unconditional   care   which    willl   make you   all    more   respectful.

                           But   still   there   are   certain   things   which   still   boggle   me.why   you   people  care   so much  about   looks?? tell me.Abhishek  is  married.Tom  cruise   has no time.Your   father  doesnt care how  u  look.And   any   mature  guy  wont goin to care how u look.And if   you  have found   someone,who is  just  talking  about  ur  looks,it means,he wants u,not  love u.And  yes donot  think   i m flirting   with you.i  have passed immature   stage  of life.i may  drop one   silly  offline  but that just to  feel that   life is  not  all   boring yet.thats   it.being    a   girl  or a  guy si not so  vital,important  thing is  try to b  a   better  human being.i hate    being   branded   a  lass   chaser.b coz   i hurt you,and later i hurt myself.for all that  i did.

                       anyway   nice   talking  about you.hope i have nt crossed   lakshman  rekha while typing  about you.and yes   if you  drive  bikes  and cars  please  learn  properly,there are  guys me   who  have  decent eye problem.i wont   want to b   a  HARI  KUMAR  OF  FIVE  POINT SOMEONE.Though  i want to  write! !

                      Have    a   lovely holi  to all of you.to my  frnds,to my female frnds,sisters,and all.have  fun and  lots of love.