sunday evening

I m starting this post,reason is, I m nt feeling sleepy.I m just goin to type out stuff about my evening.I m hoping to fall asleep while writing this post on the keyboard it self.I m sure some of you too may fall asleep while reading this.

This evening,B came to my room,when i was busy thinking about Frieda Pinto’s nose hair.He had to go for shopping.He asked me to accompany him.An official friend.He promised to pay for my pizza if i went with him.And it took nearly 4 seconds to get ready.

So we went to Om Book store At the PVR saket.Its a nice shiny bookstore with a lot of books.Middle aged women in saris,kurtas, tight jeans,sit around on the stools and poring over the books,discussing paths to bring back the fire,lost love in their married lives.Small tots noisily running around them,whipping sari’s pallu,pulling pony tails,kids cant do more.Their grumpy mothers warning them to shut up else they can burn their toys.Young girls around fiction books.Reality bites.Fiction ….(dada kya likhon)! I guess,most people found in a book store are fat.Sitting and reading books on weight reduction most probably.I picked up “Thank you jeeves” by P.G. wodehouse(bahut bada fan hoon main wood Ji ka) and went to the billing counter.

The billing girl looked at the centre of my tee shirt,where she found-” Life rocks,when you buy me” and gave me a smile.I guess she liked my decent choice in clothes.And as i went away,she smiled back again at me.I m feeling it still.It wasnt the official kinda smile every customer gets,i mull she liked me in a very cute way.If you work at the Om book store next to NIIT-centre and met that short cute guy in the black coat blue jeans and yeah that unforgettable tee shirt with a -life rocks…just know that i still think about you.

We got out from there.and we went to a adidas showroom.B kept checking the price tags of all the stuff there.He made a strange sound somewhere from his body,what created the environment quite bad smelling,such an unclean guy.Two girls around us covered their nostrils by putting their sweet smelling handkerchief! How they keep such handy stuff all the time with themselves so often?? Anyways,I didnt have to buy anything.So I was relaxed,and tried on all the caps while he went around all the stuff looking for something which had the cost of a spoon.Finally,he bought a pair of shorts red one.Adidas people donot have the right kinda guys for marketing.It is a big shock to me to see an exceedingly black bald aged around 40 bengali man at the billing counter.I felt a strange creepy chill the way he smiled at me.I understand short cute guys are always the prime targets for these kinda men.I will never visit that store again i swear.

Then we went to Nirulas to kill the rats springing inside our stomach.Never trust anyone.anyone.Just donot.Folks promise to pay for pizza and then back out.shudder.And you cant do a thing,just b coz he bought a pair of shorts and got your company while doing it.It is a tough world.I was nt even carrying much money no ATM around us.and we settled for just a pav bhaji.shit man.I wanted to empty the sauce bottle in B’s nose.But a short guy cant just fill someone’s nose with sauce and nt b beaten thereafter.I controlled my anger.He is a tall guy.again shudder.

On our way back in the cab,B’s girlfriend called up.I yelled-Dont touch me B! followed by “leave me B”!in the most girly voice i cant put on.He spent the rest of his call explaning that no one is around me etc etc .You dont give me a pizza.i m goin to tear apart your love life.Very simple.

its getting morning now man,still m nt feeling sleepy.tough to break old bad habits.i think i will start reading “thank you jeeves….”now.the book reminds me of billing counter girl.i guess i would have visited that bookstore on 14th feb.

hello again…

I know this has been my longest hiatus from this space,and anything novice would certainly mar your daily routine unless you have promptness of some well disciplined guy.Who wakes up and flushes his entire self being before time.Cramming work,writing, mulling how to stuff all these just in 24 hours aint easy for me seriously man.So this thing blogging has been suffering.Year passes,and briefcase of responsibility increases.And life rolls on…. Chill man!

As far as weather is concerned,i m happy,this time in Delhi i guess,winter has nt been at its highest level,when a cold-driven guy like me had to fling the blanket out of raucous uneasiness that too in the wee hours because of the reek smelling sweat delivered by the milieu.Thank God, i didnt hurl my tee shirt! God has been kindful.And in this recession period where people have developed the habit of asking ” still in job, gotten hikes,project process still are running etc etc” you feel safe, you answer as smartly as you had answered once about your high grades during school time.This time just slightly more wary like a tweenty year old girl wearing sari for the first time to attend the funeral of her bf’s mama’s youngest sister.Thank God she wore sari atleast.Skirt looks smart,Sari makes you honourable.Being modern can offer you temporary hits,being traditional can make you complete.Things change with time,but then old is Gold.

And now coming back to the break,i think i was beginning to lose the clarity of thinking what has been my hallmark since from chilhood,you *know* the type confused,besides a need for cricket match,soft songs and being lazy.I was starting to lose the wisdom to distinguish a stuff i can change from what i cant change.For example, my bad feeling about the people around me at the office,i need to understand that this thing i cant change,unless i had a gun,which i donot.So i m making it to a personal objective to further instill this understanding in my daily life over the time to come.

And two weeks from now one good friend of mine is getting married,and he called me telling me about his mental state which was as shaky as Pontings cricket career.And he said to me this-“i hope i m doing the right thing”.As i was busy guzzling vegetable juice,i looked into the eyes of shop owner for a few seconds,placed the glass on the table,took one big breathe,exhaled another, and said this-“Bhai, i donot know whether you are doing good or bad,but this has to happen,you are doing it,because by now i have already bought a gift for your D-day,and i m nt goin to refund this at all”.

But seriously,i donot blame that guy for being so shaky,a bit unsettled about his choices and marriage as a whole.At this age when i have spent the last few years exploring the puzzle of human relations using the tired and tested ways of tackling it with disastrous consequences,i can say only thing about marriage-you can only figure out it after 25 years of marriage.So chill,enjoy…life rolls on buddy!

Chaalo yaaaron,abb main kat ta hoon,yahan se.and yeah thanks for the comments made by all of you.many of you really like what i write,seriously man?? Of course some of you have explained me in subtle terms here,but most of you have been so kind,it was really unbelieveable,really.Ok now tell me very candidly what stuff i need to change to b come more sensible.I promise i wont goin to change,but i promise you,i will try to search you during morning walk,and i will place a sharp knife over your neck.Kidding.I wont kill you.Keep smiling.