happy! thanks God Ji

The sound of the song from the movie ” Fida” is socking my both ears infact chinking me too softly to stop listening that catchy number.nazar nazar.If any one of you have got the idea of what kinda song i m yakking about then great else enjoy this post,really.I m a born reluctant guy,my own nature has given me more agony than any slaps i had gotten all my childhood from my mother to the maid.A kind of choosy,testy, liking company of selected guys,not ready to mix easily with everybody and all that can easily set me on the top of the unsocial mountain of the society.When the world around me talks about how to reach seven figure salary,then i hit a pebble intentionally to relish the moment i have right now may b this moment wont goin to give the sort of stuff which can place me in the bracket of highly so called “successful” guys/gals.But then,i was nt happy also 100% when i had bunch of guys around me asking me tips,suggestions,and many more.I went places took a sip of tea, sat near to the most shabbiest dhabas and came to the place where i was ten years back.But why all these that too just within a week.what happened to those words i muttered in the last post? what to those feelings what was making me hermit enough to make saddam hussein visibly saint?? Just a time pass? Writing practice? Fooling people those who have been reading me seriously,doesnt matter how many times one of you need to get in touch with Oxford Dictionary,sorry for that.

Cutting the long story into small small pieces,in short, as short as the skirt of Aayesha takia,hope she doesnt come without it hope so,but who knows only “takia”.After a gap of some time,today i m getting the purpose of my life.Not to b come poster boy of every cosmopolitan magazines,not to shy away the precious moments i have had in the past with some great guys from college.Some from my home town,one thing great about people from bihar,they often address you by your name only,isnt it? Else during my college time,only 5% of folks were aware of my name,people from other states have this tendency of addressing someone by “surname”.Even i m not railing,its good to hear the most respected “surname” of the state often than just “anupam”.God, i m again dodging the matter,so purpose of my life is to once in a week,write a crap post on my blog,spend my weekends in the CP.B come a responsible member of the society,by letting the people to murder their lives gambolling the summit of being successful and all.i m getting satisfaction,which comes from getting your goals.

By the way who is smsing me? Lets check this cliffhanger before he/she enters himself/herself into the cell phones and lands inside my room rite now.God,help me.Hope you get the purpose?

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Earlier    this   sunday    when     i   was   at   my  sisters  place,i  was   having   a   time  pass   conversation  with   a guy.Who   is  actually    brother   of   my  eldest  Jiju.Cousin  brother.it   was    of    shameful    shabby    intellectual   standards.We   were   discussing   about    the   frequency  of   flapping   waists   of   cheergirls   in  the IPL.Knowing   my    terribly   abnormal   interest  in  cricket,that  guy   has  had   no   option  and  of   course   my   low   dirty   mental  level.

                         Suddenly   like    a     change  in  the    facial   expression  of   a  maid   after  getting   a  increment  of   50rs,u   folks  must  b  aware  of   that   expression if not  then  hire  a   maid  and   then  feel it,so   in   a   sudden  twist  of   talk,that  guy   veered   into   a   kind  of   talk   that  made  me   speechless  real  dumb  deaf  also  up    some  extent.The   talk  sailed  into   something  close  to   philosophical    alley  of    life.Within   a   matter  of   seconds,the   talk   about    cheergirls   and  all  their   hefty   figures   evaporated    in  no time  and    stepped  into   an   animated    hot   discussion  and    later   that    guy   asked  me   this-

                 ” anupam   what   kind  of   guy   you  are” 

            In   the   starting,as    i   was   busy    zigzagging  my  eyes   on   the   cheergirls,so   i   took  around    30 decent  seconds   i guess    to    lend   a  nod  on   his    highly   brain  teasing   statement.Later   i   murmured   something   about   the  spots   on  the  lap top,a few   seconds  later   started    talking   about    the   capricious   weather  of   Delhi  and  all. Abb    bhai   itne  itne  heavy   question  poochhega   toh   yahi  na  hoga!! But   then   i    went   back   to   another  room.Vaulted    my self    on   the  bed,  drew   besheets   on the  eyes, gawped   in   the   mirror   for   another  30 seconds  and   yelled-kis  kalhoome  ka  face  dekha  aaj in the  morning? and   thought   for   a  few  min.   what  kind  of   guy m i??

                      Trust  me   please,when   i say   about   myself  i   m   as   confident   as  a  Rahul   dravid    facing    to    Manmohan  singh.Only   7  people    i  guess   would   b   really   interested   in    knowing  me   on    this   planet.Parents   sisters(4)  and    one   frnd.I m  assuming   though.But   i  want   thinking   about   myself   clears   up   a  few   things once    in   a   while   is   not   a   bad  thing.Why   only    celebrites   have   this    freedom of    vomiting   about   themselves.From   dishes   to   attire   to  even  lingeries  why?   we   have  also. So   now   despite   being    voted   the  most   erratic   astray   confused   guy   of   the  century,i guess  better   i    write   down   few   things   about   myself.

 

                                 Once    when    i    was    14  years  old, while   sitting    on   the  chair,agogly   roaming   my   fingers   on   the  book  stand   at   my   papa’s   room,i got  stuck   when   i   read   the   statement-  The  most   disturbed   person  is a  someone  who   is  not   himself .

 

                 After  reading   that   i  just   looked   around,no  one  was   there,safe  buddy,tore  away   that  page   and    stuffed  it   in   the  back  pocket.I  went   my  room,pasted   that   on  the  wall,every morning   started   cramping   that   line.Later   that   day  mummy   fretted   to   papa  about me   pasting   picture  of   half  naked    Catherine-zeta-jones   on the  wall  not  about   that   beautiful  quote.what   a   chill  man.

                 But   over   the   years,  i have  been   learning   what   that  quote  said.So   i   have  learnt   to  b  myself. learnt  to   listen  myself.i   have   learnt   to   develop   a   sense  of   self  security     so    i donot  need  to   do  things  which   can  make   me  smart   sweet  “cool”.So   often  i   dress  very  casually,my way, half   combed   hair,half  tucked   shirts,not   a   half  man  please.So   i dont    wish   to   stand   just  behind  my boss   during   office   party  and   clapping   when   i  know   that  even   a  one    night   stand   with  mike  tyson   would   b   a  better   option  than    standing  behind  my  boss,sorry boss.no  promotion  in   my   life  ever,what   a   chilll.I   wont   play    a    hard   rock   number   on   the   winamp   just   because  certain    rich   guys   harking   these   after  being  thrown  out   of   the  college   for   molesting   a   maid   there.Improvement   is    something    i   wish    to   carrry    all   my   life.Things   i   want  to   change,but   pretending     to    make    you  happy    is  not   xactly    on    my  things-to-do   list.In  short    i m   not   cool   i m  not decent  i m  not  smart   i m not  soft  at  all  for  anyone.and   uncanny    to   a   lot  of   people    all  around   me   really.

 

                   .Who   thinks-every guy   these  days   passing   out  from  RECs/NITs    would   b   billionaire   within  five years.I   donot   grumble   to   her  for   such   a    narrow  thinking.at   a  basic  level,     represents   a   general  view   of    the  society    which    puts   a    lot   of   unnecessary    headache   on me.i   have   my   priority   i  think   and act   according to  that.i m not   as   ambitious   as    one   would   expect   from    a  normal   electronics   engineer  from RECs.and   i know   surely   i will  end   up   quite   less  successful    than   my   peers   from  RECs.But    then   i  have   my own  goals,own   life,own  dreams, what   my     doesnt    dare    to   influence   much  on    them.Simple.

                  A   serial  killler    would   b far  more   spiritual   than me seriously   note   it,as    i   scoffed   up    on  the   4th   page   of  Bhagvad  gita  but   as   the years   pass    me   by,i  m starting   to    fathom   the   value    of    searching     for   true   happiness    in the   right   places.Great  salary,  big   achievements,broken  relations,serving   as   a   rocket   fuel   for   the ego,but   an  ego   boosted   heart   is   as    different   from    happiness  as     a   kiwi   from   swan.

 

            Believe  me    i m learning  from  life,seriously,that  things  change,we   change,  and   gluing  onto   something   would  b   sel  fish  and   as   useless   as    a   joke  book  without  a   talk   of  sardar  jee.Anyway   enough   now,talking  about   myself  is   like   covering   Aayesha  garam  takia   from   top  to  the toe   on   a   ramp  show.So  just  chill  out.It  may  happen.Everything   is   possible  nowdays.hope  just.