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Wednesday, 19 February 2014

LOOKING BACK...

Do you remember the time you learnt how to ride a bicycle?
Your dad/brother/mom/sister/friend would hold the cycle from the rear end and you would try to balance your way through, all this while saying frantically, “Chodhna mat, chodhna mat!!” Then without even realising it, you would ride a long way ahead,
look back and see them standing way behind. That’s how most of us learnt how to ride a bicycle. 

Today’s post is somewhat related to the above anecdote. Well, I’m not going to talk about childhood memories, family or anything like that, but about those two words in the above paragraph..... look back. Now you see why I put them in bold!! :)

You didn’t look back just when you started the ride, but when you had come a long way through. Usain Bolt, at times, looks back to see his closest competitor, towards the end of the race, not when he has just begun. So my point is, you look back on things when you feel you’ve come a long way through. I for instance, being a 20 year old, at times, look back upon things that happened during infancy and during the school years. Someone in their late 20s or early 30s would have a greater history of events to reflect upon, similarly a 60 year old would introspect on his /her prime years and you might as well hear them say, “Ye baal dhoop me safed nahi kiye humne.”

To the teenagers and the ones stepping into their 20s like me, elders would say that we have our whole lives ahead of us and that we have no idea as to what life really is. We on the other hand, would beg to differ and say that we have had our share of ups and downs in the 18-20 years that we have lived... making friendships, mending them, understanding relationships, realizing the true ones, misunderstandings, arguments, failures, career choices, dilemmas and so forth.

In that way, its strange that when you step inside the school for the first time, you have no idea what would you take with yourself when you leave that place 12 years later. We look back, and move on. Then there’s college. We are so excited to step into a new world. Three years pass and that phase too comes to an end. Then also, we take a look back, and move on.  Post Graduation, Job, Marriage, Family..... and it  goes on. There will be times when we will look back, reflect, and then move on, just like we did while riding that bicycle. Years that pass by teach us one thing for sure;
What We Have, or at least What We Used To Have.

Personally, I firmly believe that the life I’ve lived so far, especially the last few years, have taught me a lot, made me who I am today. Sometime back, I wrote a post here as to what my life has taught me so far. Now that I reflect upon those things, those events, those relationships, some of which exist even now, while some of them faded away with time, I look back upon them, smile and move on.

That’s what we all do. That’s what we all did. That’s what we all will continue to do.



Until next time...
Take care :)

Tuesday, 11 February 2014

ARREY!! IT'S VALENTINE'S DAY!!

This second week of February is peculiar. It doesn’t have the usual Mondays, Tuesdays and Thursdays, but some over the top named days like chocolate day, rose day, ye day, wo day.... which eventually culminate into Valentine’s Day. So while I was thinking about what to write this week, I came across one such Valentines post on Facebook and thought, “Arrey, Valentine’s Day se better kya topic ho sakta hai?” 
But then I thought a little more and realized, “Arrey, main to single hoon. What do I know about celebrating V-Day?” 

Just then as I was about to ditch the idea of writing about 14th February, I said to myself (don’t think that I’m some crazy guy who keeps talking to himself! Kabhi kabhaar ho jaata hai!!!), “Arrey, to maine kaunsa koi exam dena hai?” 



So, let’s talk about the day which is apparently the “most romantic” one of the year. Well, if you are committed in a relationship, you already know the syllabus and the “books” you need to buy for the occasion. For those who are not, tension kyu le re ho? Enjoy karo tum bhi. Treat yourself. If you feel lonely, tag a friend along. Even still, if it happens to be just another day for you, so what? The next day all the ho halla will be over and everything will be back to usual. So do whatever you enjoy doing (don’t get carried away, thodi limit me rehna!), stay happy and make others happy. 

You know on one such Valentine’s Day, I bought a rose from one of those flower stalls on the streets, but jiske liye rose liya tha wo late thi, so I spent half an hour chatting with the owner of the stall itself! Uska bhi time pass ho gaya and mujhe thoda discount bhi mil gaya. Anyways, all those singles reading this, don’t just flock these stalls to have a chat with the owner, wo bhi committed ho sakta hai! 
Other than roses, these chocolates also sell like hot cakes. Just like it’s a custom to gift a box of dry fruits on Diwali and gujiyas on Holi, V-Day pe bhi expensive chocolates hi kaam aati hai. Once a friend of mine told me, “dude, the cheapest you can go for is a crackle!” CRACKLE CHEAPEST HAI???? And I was thinking 5 wali Munch se kaam chal jaaega.... but never mind. 

Lastly, let me put it simply, and I will try to sound like those parents who confront their sons and daughters as to whether they like someone so that they can fix their marriage, AGAR KOI HAI DIL ME TUMHARE TO USSE BOL DO. If s/he says yes, well and good. If you get a no, you can always buy that 5 wali munch for yourself and catch up with the flower stall wale bhayia. 

So I guess those who are already in a relationship won’t be reading this because they would be too busy buying gifts and being with their loved ones. Maybe the ones who are single also won’t spend their precious time on reading this post. But still, there are over 6 billion people in the world and from some of the statistics that I have, even people from China, Indonesia and Norway also read my blog!! YAY!! Thank you people!! 

Lastly, humare bade buzurg keh gaye hain ki “Pyaar sirf ek baar hota hai!!” But my problem is that I’m in pyaar with a different girl each time 14th February comes. Iss baar ki koi booking nahi hui hai abhi tak, sooo........ hai koi??? 

Until next time...

Take care and stay happy. After all, ARREY IT’S VALENTINE’S DAY!! :)



Tuesday, 4 February 2014

Not a PROTEST MARCH, but a LIFE...

I really didn’t want to write this post, the reason being that there shouldn’t have been any need for me to write this. Without beating around the bush, let me state that this post is about the incident that came to light on 31st January’2014, that of the death of a North Eastern boy. The further I continue this sentence, more tragic and heinous it sounds at the same time. 

The death of a North Eastern boy, in Delhi, because of the injuries sustained by him, as a result of being beaten by some shopkeepers, over the issue of his HAIR STYLE. Yes, over his hair style! He just asked about an address. The next day, protest marches started, AAP government demanded a magisterial probe, the Delhi Police said swift action would be taken, Rahul Gandhi visited Jantar Mantar, Narendra Modi said Delhi is no longer a global city, while we continued with our lives. 

Let’s turn the dial back a little. Why was Nido Tania made fun of in the first place? To some extent, I can try to understand the mentality of us Indians; we react in a weird manner when we came across someone or something unusual, something that is not conventional. But what I cannot figure out is how could that situation be allowed to alleviate to such a stage where that bloke had to part with his life? For the first time, I don’t see a reason of blaming the corrupt politicians and political parties. They didn’t do anything. I wouldn’t even talk of Delhi Police, they seem to be reaching new heights of apathy everyday, but the culprit here were the common, ordinary Indian citizens, to be more precise, the Delhi citizens, the ones who beat him up, as well as the ones who just stood there. 

I’ve been living in Delhi all my years, and I myself have seen how some people are the most helpful here. I’m sure those who come to Delhi from outside must have met someone who helped them in whatever respect. In that sense, maybe Nido was unlucky that he came across such obnoxious persons. Now going by some of the horrific incidents that have engulfed us all over the past few years, there’s just one question that comes to my mind. Are we Indians like this only? 

It’s not fair to consider India the bastion of all crimes, they do happen else where as well, but what is more preposterous is the attitude of the common man when he comes across such incidents. I don’t want to preach, but just want to request every HUMAN reading this, no matter what nationality you belong to or where you live, please PLEDGE TO BE GOOD HUMANS. I'm not asking you to intervene in every quarrel on the street, I’m not even forcing you to take an injured person to the hospital, don’t if you don’t feel like doing so, but at least be the kind of person you would want to come across if you were in trouble. Nothing more. 

People like Nido, the Braveheart, and several others, they didn’t deserve candle light vigils, they deserved to live... 


Take care, sometimes of others as well..