For me,stepping down from the AC first class reservation bogey(haan haan main gareeb hoon,train main journey karta hoon,sabhi state topper flight main travel nahi karte) is often interesting.Besides,yielding me a chance to steal out a big jug.bad habits stuck.It kinda shows the time we live in.It runs like this only.The train stops,no predictions,always late,tired frustrated hurried citizens firing slang after slang to the railway minister.The train shouts-Congrats passenegers we have arrived.On the destination.In the midst of all,i had stolen the sexy looking jug stuffed it in my bag.Nothing can happen better in the society unless guys like me should must get punished for stealing things so shamelessly! At the station a lady is announcing-gadi number 2558,from muzaffarpur to new delhi has arrived on the platform number 143.
People are jumping off from their respective seats,combing their hair,ladies looking into the mirror of the train or some of them are pulling out a tiny glass and eyebrowing and more.God.when will they b b come sensible in the public place? Between these,hitting words like-ufff,ahh,ouch, kaafi late hogayi,etc etc,you know such type never stops.Brushing their bottoms,one cooly forcefully takes out the heavy bag from the lady and shouts-battamiji, abhi police ko kahti hoon.Folks are switching on their cell phones,someone yells-ok you havent sent the car?Before pakistan drops another bomb,most of them has left the train.I still m waiting for everyone to vacant the train,lying on the sofa type bed,of course a bit afraid confused what if the train grp police would catch me with the “jug” i have stolen just seconds ago.But the point is all of them are in hurry.in fact very much in hurry.
A guy, in a black toyota behind my cab is honking is in a acute hurry to reach office(yaar overtake kar na hai kar le gaali kyon deta hai).rich people yelling gaalis like doesnt sound abnormal,this is the way.Young students are in a hurry to eat the chapters before they face the exams.my boss in in hurry to get that report,what is still incomplete b coz of my lazy slow nature.Kudos to me.That smartly dressed waiter at the Nirulas is in a hurry to serve the table number 5.Guys gals sitting at the table number 5 are in a hurry to eat what comes to their table.People at the railway station are in a hurry to spring themselves in the train before the train hits the station.Everebody is in a hurry.fast man.fast.very few people actually wish to live in the moment they are in.
Now i donot know.these people guys gals know better perhaps where they want to b hence they want to b fast to hit that pole.might b they see where to get there so they want to get there very fast.i understand,trust me i m also in the *race* may b they are achievers,big people,focussed guys,bade bade log desh to bomb blast se save karne wale.may i m a slow guy,with IQ lower than my ex maid.may b money doesnt attract me much.kool.and vice versa.a guy who is enjoying music and typing down stuff on his blog which very few people would have interest to read.whatever.i also want to get things may b a hot samosa,burning cup of tea,a TV remote, and of course someone who shares all these with me.
but what i donot fathom is why this hurry? you cant make things happen before time even when you are late.jana kaha hai.brand company,great salary,top designation,ho jayega,trust me.You will b a VP in 4 years not a big thing,but then? where? Cracking joint enttrance test,you will,of course with ECE or CSE.Then? Ok MBA i understand.Life is not in the future.life is here.this moment.
when i was in school,people told me to do very very well in studies else you wouldnt b in a good engg.college.they want only good IQ,doesnt matter how crude you are heartly.i did well in school.surprised all my neighbours by topping,except the head of the department of mathematics S.n.Jha of the university of bihar.then made mistakes more than many of you but i hardly care.i had of m y life during all those silly mistakes.then you need to crack another exam after engg.despite all i did and now surprised my family.Aree bantu ka GRE clear ho gaya!! my sister was sleepless for 3 consecutive nights.
a brand company with of course nice performance till date,despite my laziness being slow.cheers.i know after some time suchii muchii i will have promotion or may b in the next week.so when i didnt have all these people told me get all these but sir now where? better salary that will happen more n more .this never ends.
so my sisters brothers my beautiful girl friends my Didi,now what the world has been telling me what to do,this is what i have learnt,all the points above are very very important,i admit,to grab material things to make parents happy,girl friends also,But true *happiness* is they donot need to tell you about.it is something you feel.and only you have the *right* what makes you happy.when they dnot know where you want to b how could they tell you how to get there.Got the point?
For me,happiness is :-
On a sunny sunday morning peeling out ripe orange,spreading the juice of orange into my mother’s eyes,discussing the future of indian cricket team with papa,snatching the remote from mummy,mummy yells-jaa naha le abb,2 baj rahe hain.and i put my arm around her shoulder and say-kya hai abhi toh 2 baja 20mins more.talking to someone who can understand me evwn when i m all stupid and naughty.caring for someone i want to care.happiness is just being myself.mylifewithmyself thats it.my happiness is nt in the salary high rank brand company.its in in the stuff i had from a long time.i know i need to achieve more of course more.but to b happy you dnt neeed much.i want to achieve things to survive,but to b happy a remote one cup of tea,a hot samosa,will do just fine.
and i m nt goin to write soon will b very busy.so just chill it.see you next year!
