Sab Hoga Yeah hoga….

I have taken my brunch.Three strangely hot parantha,strangely hot because when i first glanced at them when the “bahadur” the waiter dropped those on the plate,it looked quite stale no tinge of freshness,even i thought might b they were serving me something as unhealthy as road side paubhaji in the last stage of Jaundice.But it was really hot fresh the tang of hot parantha makes me fuckingly crazy.And with it came amazingly red sabji of potato mixed up with onion,a lot of hari mirchi if you have been in Delhi then one can unerstand the value of “butter”.Indian cricket team can manage without fab four,i can live without writing a post,Manmohan Singh can waltz with Katrina kaif,Taj Mahal can turn out as the most ugly spot in the world for visitors,but Delhi people cant imagine eating taking anything without “butter”.Anyway so now palpable that amount of butter swirling inside of me is more than the number of runs scored by Sachin in his entire career.Though i wont mind taking another from you. Sohniye.

Dont i fathom how some people have so much time in this fast paced world to go through whats goin on in anyone’s life and then take out an axe to dig the matter deep enough to make Pacific Ocean a flat surface,really.The most odd part is even in this blog world,people would like to shy time more on others blogs,reading out stuff,with their sheepishly narrow state of and then barking on his/her blogs with writing standard slightly inferior than me.When i first started my maiden blog in 2005.that number was infact equal to number of grey hair on my head rite now.But these days kids have started writing.Great.I donot grumble but indirectly panning out about someone is something i wish to fuck.Seriously.Indiscreetly culling tidings and then trying to make a remix more pathetic than my living standard.God.

By now if some of you are feeling not good take my solemn advice and watch the movie 1920.That will b like a tonic trust me kids.

Apart from all these else i m in a great mood.The word fantastic is even nt able to justify what i m feeling now.Sudden butter effect i guess.And i have been mulling.I mull now.I look as misplaced as Himmesh Bhai without his cap in this world mentally.Ahem.I m sincerely trying to touch the sensitive issues of life,but i think the higher i go in life the more analytical people i will find around me.You know the type,people talking about “money” all the time,people brushing in India and combing in Ireland.People appearing on the CNBC channel,trying to b actually what they are not.People who come upto to me and asking to me,what do i think about “The growth of IT industry after sudden crash in lehman brothers”.Have some butter please bahadur,i m feel uneasy.People write things in words as long as Czeckoslovakia(spelling mistake) and make things horrible.People who understand such high funda stuff.

See, i have no problem against the *best* brains of the world.Actually in the class 8th once i tried to memorize the “Bunyan Tree” later teacher told me not to plunge into something your cant do.After all,all the great inventions such as telephone,steam engine,and more have been at the hands of those great people.But to me its terribly tough to have fun with such brillliant people.i find them as dreary as watching a movie like “Damul” by Prakash Jha,utterly bosh.So i kinda miss that back-bencher group of college, people have fun at what they are doing,not a question whether they are sitting 4 hours in a row just in a one position.

i cant enjoy people pretending to b serious and trying to make me more.Why to b so serious? To grab what?By the way, the title of the post is still looks vague.Yes sab hoga.Not that illuminated bunglow,spanking car,not an evening with the brilliant brain,but with someone as crap as me.with someone as careless as me.thats “beauty”.the sweet little things of life.that makes me happy.I m near to grab it.

title ki aisi ki taisi

Its drizzling since from thursday,God Ji must b sobbing on my b half.Hmmmm.Thank you.i have been using an eye drop to keep off from weeping.Things have taken their rooms of comfort after seeing me highly emotional on the stuff where even sixty five years old Nirupa Roy inspired woman would b like- chalo ji aaj bacho ko movie liye chalte hain.Hope you are getting my point.On a serious note,i m turning out to b a highly sincere prompt and a bit naughty at my work place.Unless my boss wouldnt discover my attitude problem and i would b telling him about how to “write” an application for leave.Designation comes and goes,in born quality remains all your life.

And yesterday while i was crushing the bedsheets along with pillow to get over from the tragedy of being alone still and mummy knocked my ear by her call.and then this happened:

Me: hello mummy…aur kaisi ho?

Mummy: bantu kya hua hai cell pick nahi karte ho ya kisi ke sath busy rahte ho?

Me: mummy actually one “sardarni” is troubling me for being single..and all(mummy can understand english)
Mummy: tu sudheraga ya nahi.
Me: sudharne ke baad toh ye haal hai,pehle hi thik tha.

Mummy:aisa hi hota hai. achha sun ek bahut sahi wala proposal aya hai.

Me: noooooooooo,is kachi umar main shaadi.na ji na.aap bolo toh main ek anthalaya se aap ke liye ek grandkid “chill” kar deta hoon( actually i said that)
Mummy: beta jo karna hai kar le….but shaadi toh hoga.tabhi tere childhood dreams poore honge.samjha.tere sabhi great brothers ne shaadi ke baad hi “really” successful hua.achha thik hai…chhod ye sab..jo mann kar…

And then i feel the need of drinking steaming cups of tea early in the morning late in the night without being involved in it.Getting the aroma from kitchen coming out when i m lazily sitting on the couch,one leg near flower pot,another on pile of saris ironed just five mins back.Eyes are mad to get one stick of machis,left one of course holding a packet of Gold Flake.I donot understand how people jump onto something else to keep up social status after hitting the pole of success.I “still” like Gold Flake.Anyway fuck(ek baar fir se) the world.And then after finding me in this totally uncouth state of sitting.My would-b wife picks up the knife from the vegetable bucket and starts swaggering towards me.I drop the idea of smoking drinking and sitting lazily also.She frets me about being not so careful towards her,not being well mannered, not being neat and clean and all.Manners Gaye Sare Muzaffarpur!!! Enough now.i know i will have a pretty happy and peaceful life “especially” after marriage.Before that i welcome any hurricane katrina anytime.

I felt bad really after writing oh no not writing,in fact after vomiting on Jaya’s blog sometime back.At one point i thought i was right.But i need to b more mature in this blogworld i guess.in comments, what i m not goin to write ever.a kind of remorse which will keep me more sensible in future.Heckling into others lives is something i hate as much as you hate incorrigible guys.I wish “Richa” would come here on my blog in her evergreen yellow salwar suit and tells the readers not to b so wary of what i write.really.

In the evening i will b in the Rohini.before that a lot of cockroach should b dispatched to the Ireland,along with dust resulted from the mud what i have been carrying with me from the last 3 days due to unprecedented drizzle smiting here.Its already 9:20 as lap top says.I m here in rohini.

A few days back papa intentionally went through my blog.Great that i was with him,else you know he would have banned me to write blog.For using socially backward words and comments from girls.Especially mother n sisters.they were like-kya hua hai in sab ladkiyon ko? I told them they are maaadern girls mom.hmmmmm.they first like to see mirror in the morning then morning rituals.kidding.anyway rite now someone is behind me icant type like i wish to.l guys/gals i m signing off.i m missing my blog.i mean frequency has gone down more than my inclination for girls.have a lovely weekend to all of you.i m trying to write as simple as Atish Kumar Singh.

I will b back soon.Good Nite.

pune sify and now

It was early in the evening,not morning, i managed to pack my red koutan bag and one black reebok small bag,without giving any notice and not even a hint,i left my job.Donot worry,everything was planned.The one thing about being in pune is you often feel like energetic,full of zing,or might b due to age factor.What i m understanding during my two years of stay in Delhi.My sheer excitment of getting the chance to leave this country for a long time was making me extra wild and calm also.Being uniform for too long is never easy.Acceleration is something as important as firecrackers during Diwali.Too much analogy is also boring.So back to the scene,i left my flat,at 4 pm.The departure time of the train,patna-pune was still almost around 3 hours away, gave me,one of the most pleasant 2 hours of my life.No matter how much you regret something later in life what you have relished once,this mind is a terrible machine,when you want to remember something good from your past,doesnt come easily,and the thing what you want to forget,can keep you hitting second after second.

Went to the platform number 4 i guess,not sure though.What happened to my memory? Carelessly dropped my bags on the untidy station near a tea stall,typical filmy elan,looked around whether anybody is smoking or not.Most of the times,it is me only who have the guts to *banter* people by starting something new in an indecent way.Recently i did one.No body was smoking,but i had to,else i couldnt mull of enjoying my journey.As i had ample of time in my hands,and given my love for bookstores especially at railway stations.It would b unfair to shun,so i went there.Often, first i view other people what kinda books they are looking for and then according to the horde around me and their taste,i fumble about my choice of books.And when you see,sixty years old gentleman looking for something like ” the history of american politics” forty years old lady carefully asking for “manorama+grihshobha”.No wonder guy like me had to buy something which wouldnt create an earthquake for the lady if she sees me getting a copy of 8 years Debonair.Manners first,Choice later.So i bought a book FPS.As i was about to turn from the bookstore,one amazingly sweet sound socked my ears.My ears were totally clean,so not an uphill task for me to fathom that it was from a girl.

She:-Hello,could you pls look at my luggage,i need to go outside,some urgent…
Me(hmmmm,kya baat hai God Ji jab dete hain toh chhapar far ke dete hain):-Why not,but when will you come back?

She:-5 to 10 mints actually my mother is suffering from paralysis,just sudden attack…so….we are goin to Delhi …
Me: Oh sure dont worry,i m taking care…

She nervously started taking strides big enough to make horse a hare.When she went then only i realised that i have forgotten my book at the stall.You have to pay the price in life for getting good things,isnt it? Luckily,it was there only on the stall.As she was going away from me,i looked on her entire figure.A tall girl,mercilessly innocent,hair upto neck only.Covered herself in purple green salwar suit,minimum make up,infact nothing.By face,though its not easy to gauge the age of a girl,but i thought she would b around 20 maximum.Anyway,i stuffed my book into my reebok bag.Confused,mulling like-hey God,is there any bomb inside the samsonite?? Is she a suicide bomber? But when you are heading for your dreams,you are bound to b positive,unless you are not Anupam.

Railway station was bubbling with crowds.Families rushing for trains to catch,coolies hopping onto from one platform to another with their heads straight loaded with bags and vips.Some of them were spitting gutkas without taking take care of this civilised society.i also spitted twice pan parag.Glanced at my watch,still i had 2 hours more.So my nascent thoughts of that lass had time to grow and flourish unless i dont spit on her bags.ten mins passed,i wanted to go outside to see her again.hmmmm.Why should i wait? she might b in some help? With whom her mother was coming? The flood of questions started drifting from the left side of my brain to the right.And my own dreams sometimes stopped me to think about her.She is just a passenger.Chill.She will come,no need to waste your time on the things,like girls,plenty of them.And i have already one,not good to b a flirt.

I will finish this post later.stay tuned.