A EUREkAAAAAN thought ..

An insouciant thought struck my sleepless mind in the unusual silence hovering around me. This thought was who would be the most compatible ONE. THE ONE. Will she be able to stand my tantrums and my mood swings and my romantic proceedings out of the blue? Will she love me as much I do? Can I be the man of her life and dream ?

It sounds so cliched but I found an ultimate solution and guessed that an avid blogger will be the most appropriate choice. The best part of this decision was to be marked by my rationale thinking and not just a scar due to a lightning.

Why a blogger? All the good things I do will be posted in her blog and as everyone knows the fatal attraction drives more and more readers. Albeit the bad things and my mishaps will be mentioned too but in a cute way. The female bloggers will always have more followers and most of them are of same gender. I sternly believe that women seems to connect too much. ( ALAG HI FUNDA HAI ! ) So they will form a good impression and my social standing will get a good raise. My female count increases, raising her suspicions more and the likes and the sweet comments will make her more jealous, driving her closer than before. Arrgghhh CLOSER! Already ;-) with the thoughts!

The best part of her blogs would be I can know deep into her soul, as I have a strong feel after reading works of the alike, they mostly write about their life and happenings. So I don’t need to ask her anything, just read her blog silently. I can even find her first crush! :P LOL. If she’s angry with me, she will post it on twitter. As a blogger likes to tweet - just a mere observation. So I can strengthen my shield in advance to the next meet.

Being a blogger she would have faced lot of negative comments and feedbacks for her ‘random thoughts’ articles or technical articles. So in personal life, that will be really helpful to me. I believe girls are good at pointing out the mistakes! :D Who will save me from her knife always hanging loose over my neck? She will support and back me if someone hurls a negative comment or feedback about me. Even though she knows I am a loser with a capital L , she will brag about me all the time, how sweet! MY photo will appear more attractive on her blog. Even if I am a fat a**, I will look much thinner on her blog. That’s love. LOL, blind love! :P

She won’t hangout much, since it takes too much of her precious blogging time. The best gift for her will be some good novel may be Twilight or some Harry Potter. She will make me watch THE SRK movies. It has to be SRK. Dont know why girls wanna die for his same monotonous way of acting. Both keeps the money in my account intact. :-) Awww i dont mind spending it either but its always good to save right?

My girl will not be too pleased reading this in the future, but she will definitely have the widest grin in town :D

WHEN WILL I MEET THIS GIRL ?

WILL SHE BE STANDING WITH MY NAME IMPRINTED ON A SIGN BOARD ?

WHOEVER SHE IS AND WHEREVER SHE MAY BE I KNOW THAT SHE IS WAITING FOR ME TOO.

Till then .. WAITING ................

P.S. The girl must definitely have the looks comparable to the one in the pic above.

Home Alone - DAY ONE

It has been six years since I have been out of home, wandering as a vagabond so that I get the perfect curriculum and a perfect job somewhere. I've stayed in hostels and PGs and had a comfy time, as most of the household chores were managed by some other responsible person. One can just continue living callously, enjoy the studies, movies, chats and whatever they are upto. This week I was left stranded at home and missed the opportunity to go out on a family trip just because of this stupid date of joining the company and myriad formalities to be completed. This one week was quite insightful and definitely an eye-opener in various fields, which were an untouched territory for me.

My endeavours for one whole week will surprise some of the people who really know me well.

The very first night being home alone gave me a sense of excitement, "I have the whole house to myself." I can sleep anywhere and anytime I want. I can eat whatever I like and it doesn't have to be cereals. I can also have the Idiot box playing on my command and a relief from The Saas Bahu Serials and the Emotional Crisis which my mom feels connected to. The acme of my excitement wiped away my drowsiness and I ended up being awake the whole night to loud Trance music and to some of the finest shots played by Federer in the US Open 2010. The invariant timing of the newspaper delivery report gave me a sense of realization that it was already six o' clock in the morning and I should sleep. With peace of mind I fall asleep hoping to dream about something romantic and about the person who keeps me off the hook these days.

The panoramic thoughts were shattered in an hour when my neighbour rung the door bell as she needed a menial stool. "Didn't my mom tell you that I sleep during this hour and she won't be available for one week", I could hear this so loud as if my brain had a substitute mouth. I surrendered to the social standings and handed over the stool with a wide grin.

Bang ! My door closed. It didn't take me long to be in hibernation mode as one can imagine the intensity of inactiveness after the first hour of one's sleep. Before I could even reach the dreamy mode in my schedule of sleep the bell was valiantly instrumentalizing, "Tujhe dekha toh yeh jaana sanam." If it was not for the frame of lord in between the speaker and me, I would have busted it. The bell had its luck that day. I creaked open the door, my ears filled with the rustling and the banging noise of the dustbins held by the neighbouring flat owners and gossip lover aunties. The Sweeper shrieked, "Bhaiyaji, Kuda." Oh god!

I looked at the clock and noticed that I didnt even sleep for two good hours. Dissapointed at my luck, I dozed off again. For the next four hours I was lost as if I had been drugged or deprived of sleep for more than a week. Hours later on a a regular turn to adjust my sleeping posture, with a loose sub-conscious I could hear some lound Thumpings on the door. When you are deprived of sleep, everything happening around seems to be actuating in dreams. My apprehensions of being in a dream were thrashed when I woke up startled to another thump. Rushed to the door to find out that my housekeeper had been waiting outside for half an hour. She also claimed to have rung the bell over 200 times. I couldn't think of anything else but acknowledged her and let her in. "You should not disturb me for any reason until emergency. Close the door in automatic mode, when you leave the place ", I bossed over her.

Next I know it was 4 in the evening. My cell phone blinked with 47 Text messages and 22 Missed calls, amongst which 12 were from parents which gave me a relief. The rest were from friends calling me up casually. 47 text messages, all nothing but forwards exploiting the use of FREE SMS Vouchers by the Telecom Industry. Why is the Telecom business thriving so much to reduce the SMS rates to such a grade?

Mom was a bit angry when I rang her back and informed her about my sleep timings and me missing lunch. Albeit the call ended on a happy note when I promised her that Maggi would suffice my stomach for the evening and I will manage the dinner from some local food vendor.

During holidays, I often skipped shower but now I couldn't as I had to offer the prayer services and serve the lord in mom's absence. Another Sigh! Now when I was done with the minor chores which mom made sure I would do, I checked the refrigerator to find nothing good other than fruits to save me the pain of cooking. After eating a couple of apples I gave up and had Maggi which brought some relief to my stomach, suffering one of the major famines.

The rest of the evening whiled away blithely and the first day came to an end without anything else going wrong for me.

This was just day one where I did not even get time to think and to act. But to save myself from such further miseries I went to bed early that night.
Someone rightly mentioned " EARLY TO BED, EARLY TO RISE. MAKES A MAN HEALTHY, Wealthy and WISE !!!!! "

Contd. later.....

WHEN I SPILLED THE GLASS OF MILK, IT LOOKED LIKE MOON TO ME!!!

It is not soon that I heard mom screaming at the top of her voice to finish the milk. It was a regular stuff happening over and over again. I was ignoring her voice, a complete innocence though. The whole decibel level at my place could have invited the patrolling guards if I were in US. It was not just mom; it included the noisy quarrels between me and my sister. We were so lean into the fight that I tipped over the glass of milk and followed the deafening silence. “What happened”, she looked onto my face, not paying heed to the milk. I was so terrified over my mistake that I lost my voice. Everything else other than “MOON” was unheard in my reply. She glanced towards my sister who pointed out the dining area smeared with milk.

The slap was inevitable but the whole MOON thing resulted in a Uno count which could have been more. The smile signalling lower temperature under the roof was a relief. I was too small to realize what just happened but was happy that the innocence saved me. Sometimes we don’t even realize that how minute things simplifies the labyrinth path to our destination. The difference we see brings the difference in our life.

“Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.” – Albert Einstein

The age old saying we live the life on how we perceive a glass half filled with water. People sometimes omit their fears with an optimism and surpasses the hurdle much more easily than he would have done earlier. We all get caught up in our stories. Most of us think we are our stories. It’s when those stories take on a life of their own, and that life isn’t the one we want, that things start to suck.

Think about the story we’re living right now. Who wrote it? Did one consciously decide to create the reality we’re living now, or was it mainly shaped by our parents, friends, spouse, school, or the media? If we don’t like the story that we are living, then change the perception. Envision how we would write the next chapter of our story. Better yet, actually sitting down and writing it would help. Focussing our perception on creating a new reality, one where we are in charge of the story. We should take back the job as screenwriter and director, and stop just being an actor (unless someone is like JULIA ROBERTS – I rather enjoy her acting).

Everything begins with a decision – decide now to be in charge of one’s own perception of reality. Because if we don’t, there are plenty of folks whose sole purpose in life is to craft that perception for us. Do we trust them to have our best interest in mind.....?

CHANGE STORY, CHANGE PERCEPTION and CHANGE OUR LIFE.

The Cinderella

Once upon a time in a city which is no more the capital of India lived a girl named " S ". Pretty in her cute dresses and ravishing looks made her an eye-candy. In a hustle with this existing world of toppers and no home for a mediocre, she chose a coaching center which promised her survival. The thing which is more important is not related to her persona but incidents with my friends which resulted in this post.

With every word " S " scribbled and each droplet of sweat dripping over her shoulders made the guys uncomfortable. Her aura was a nemesis for my friends(Just finished HIGH SCHOOL from all 'boys' school). S basking in glory, as always used to tease them with her flick of hair and a cute smile as an add-on. Those two hours of classes were traversed in no time as cited by A, one of my friends.

They felt it was going out of their hands to limit her never diminishing fragrance.So these bunch of idiots made her life menacing. They used to ogle her, throw silly comments and sometimes even stalk her. "Tera peecha naa hum chhodenge soniye", this is wat they used to sing sitting right behind her. The whole batch used to love there squabbles and they agreed to leave the seats behind her empty for my friends. They even managed to pull a prank at a local coffee shop by sneaking a bill of more than one grand instead of a mere 100 bucks. She walked down with the bill , crushed it with attitude and said "Who". All friends pointed to one. Poor 'SK'.

There it all started, the stalking became rivalry and all the chances of friendship were deep buried. In another such mesmerizing event where the batch was asked to play a game of "Truth and Dare", the idiots got lucky as she got stuck with a dare to be decided by them. They asked her to keep standing for a minute and kept gazing at her. It seemed they were measuring her through their eyes. She got annoyed and a second more would have resulted in plumed red cheeks as acknowledged by 'P'. BACH GAYE SAALE.

This was the lost cause where they could not be friends. Tried hard and failed miserably. Back to the present. "Its everywhere on news channel. The hapless girl we knew is marrying MSD", says 'P'. 'N' says, "If we could seal the friendship that time, we would totally be attending the marriage in Dehradoon." A retorts" Shes a s**t. She made out with MSD at Taj Bengal where she was working and now they are getting married." His wide grin gave us an acknowledgment about his fake pretense. All sighed with a remark that the Girl had her LUCK . She was a nothing and now shes the girl married to one of the richest sportsperson of the country. All claimed that there is shortcut to be rich and to marry a rich person is the best one.

She is a real life Cinderella. My friends are still trying to make a mark in their life and she is out living her dreams. Luck favours all. Mostly its in bits and pieces and for rest in such a way that it gets difficult to digest for the previous ones.