Existance

My existence makes me ponder whether this world has left with any wonder,
If there needs to be any meaning then how does one find the accurate reasoning.

Quest  for solution brings in great wonder,
In existence lies the only blunder.

Every action has an equal an opposite reaction,
Analysing this chain is becoming my latest fashion.

In the Big Bang theory when it seems all really gone,

There stands an entire existence yet to be reborn.

Knowing the Unknow

Hello people,

All will wonder why I gave this blog the title “Making Sense”. The answer is sense to me means “what I make out of a situation”. What I understand out of any situation is very important as it creates my personality. Hence you all will understand my point of view better and help me to become a better person. Talking about situations we fall into weird situations and never find any logical reasoning behind it. Like today I was watching this movie called “Kartik calling Kartik”. Though the movie was a total flop its impact on me was very strong. The movie was about a guy having psychological disorder. Kartik believed that he himself use to call up everyday at 5am on his landline. Kartik had an alter ego who would get over him while he was sleeping and store messages in his telephone as wake up calls. So the real Kartik never knew who the calls came from. Not going into details I would like to tell you why I got caught up into the story so much. The reason is the way Kartik finds answer in him. I have a similar problem. Kartik’s sub conscience mind stores information that Kartik fails to collect and during sleep his sub conscience mind takes over and gives him solution to a situation. In my case when I am distressed or confused my mind also starts reasoning and comes out with solutions. Now you all must be thinking why I bothered to write this blog if my mind gives me all the solutions I need. Well the answer is I am confused, as I can understand some of the solutions but not all of them. Like some times I know what will happen the next day or may be after some time. Most of my dreams don’t turn up true but some do become true.

There are many which happen and also when I pray really hard I do get to know which questions will turn up for the next paper. I know many will laugh off this problem and say its just intuition or my thinking but I can’t understand why these things happen. Most of the time I have read or seen in movies that are mind is like some learning agent and knows what he has seen or experienced. Then how come my mind knows the unknown?

I do like to think a lot and have a hyperactive Technicolor imagination. I have this stupid habit of checking all possibilities and then taking decision. So when I know what is going to happen in future is it that my mind is checking all possibilities and weighing each of the options present and then telling me the best option that can happen or is there some other mystery to my taught procedure and if that’s the case how can my mind be so intelligent as to know the unknown as my marks never tell that I am so intelligent? Anyways these complicated things always drive me crazy but watching the movie proved beneficial as I came to know that all what happens is because my sub conscious mind is very active and fires really good signals when I am sinking. To all who will read this I would like to say hope you to experience some thing like this in your lives hope you all got some answers to your questions.    

Resolution

Hello everyone,

Hope everyone kicked started the new year with full on enthusiasm and non exhaustive energy. Every one starts the year while remembering the bones of the mistake lying in the grave of the previous year. Remembering ones mistakes is like stabbing oneself with a double edge sword it hurt’s a lot. There is no point crying over spill milk its time for some actions hence we take up New Year resolutions. I took in charge of the sinking ship and decided that I will try to do something I never did till now, some thing so excruciatingly difficult that if I managed to do it I could conquer the world or rather just my inner world. I decided to become thin at last. All reading this must be thinking is it that difficult decision to make?  My answer to this is yes it is. To become thin we need to diet and exercise. These two thinks are the one of my biggest weakness. I am one of the laziest social animals on earth I guess with the new dynamic age very few of my species have survived. Today with the down of information age man has evolved into a more multitasking and super fast individual hence very few people believe in “slow and steady wins the race”. The trend right now is “fast and furious fulfill their needs”. According to Mr. Darwin   “not the strongest of the species that survives… nor the most intelligent that survives. It is the one that is the most adaptable to change”. Hence following his advice I to need to fit into this age of mobility which allows user to work in nano seconds and function’s multiple applications in sync with one another. Well back to exercising I hate the simplest form of exercise that is walking. I am to lazy to walk since school days my school was a stones throw away but I needed a school bus and later auto rickshaw. Thank god my dad never got a car or else I would not make any effort even to walk till my colonies gate.I find the shortest path for all my jobs as I believe in saving effort’s. rather than  time and energy. Saving efforts lead to lapping up cholesterol and fats in my body and as time goes by I turned into a young baby elephant and a very adorable one too.  We look around and we see anorexic models endorsing size zero figure and everybody doing power yoga and kick boxing all to become 36-24-36 or lesser I guess. The other resolution I made was dieting. I had to leave the yummiest food for the monotonous yuckiest foodstuff's. I am from a family who believes in the motto "live to eat" rather than "eat to live." We talk about only food, food and only food. I am a die hard fan of chicken, chocolate and fatty foodstuff‘s. My passion for food is similar to Rahul Gandhi’s passion for becoming prime minister of India. Food for are family is like oxygen I guess with out oxygen also my family will manage but not without food. My grandmother just can’t see anybody with out food she feels if a person does not eat for a whole hour they will die on the spot. Now a days hardly people like to work any more, machines are created to do all the work man need to just sit and control them. My father does not agree with this for him to remain healthy we need to eat lots and work even harder to digest it. Some one had told me ones you need to take care of your health hence you need to become thin I counter argued with her saying “Don’t thin people die?” and “Don’t they fall sick?” She told me when you are thin you get confidence I told her confidence does not come from becoming thin or fat it comes from knowing your abilities and becoming comfortable in the skin you are in. So now you must be wondering why I decided to change my ways. Was I uncomfortable in my skin or was I unhappy with my identity.  Well no I was not I was very comfortable with my self and I adored the old fat and adorable person I am. I need to change in order to get accepted in this world of  ultra slim TFT and LED  screen. Nobody cares for the inner soul anymore one look at you and a judgment is passed. In this superficial world there is no room for fat and ugly people. All have to become thin, fair and smart. Every other shortcoming is mentioned as flaws and needs to be upgraded immediately or it will be destroyed.  No one likes to die and hence people change. I need to change in order to survive and hence I need to kill my fat personality. Will I survive in my efforts only time will tell but they say hope makes the world turn around keeping this taught in mind I will enter into 2011. Hope every one has a great year ahead and rock on people.

Gastronomic Delight

Every member of my family has a very fine sense of dining. The only purpose of are existence is to delightfully feast on some mouth watering delicacies.  I guess we should start worshiping goddess Annapurna for the bountiful supply of some mouth smacking meals. One such awesomely scrumptious and hilarious dining’s incidents was during our return journey from Nasik we had gone to celebrate Infant Jesus Feast. Well my family on normal day’s goes bazooka over food imagine if we are in mood of celebration then you can imagine what happens to our appetite. Well since the bus showed up past two hour’s from its arrival time all passengers were really flushed and my family members were exceptionally hungry even after every member having two glasses of sugarcane juice waiting for the bus in that wrenched hot sun. When our bus halted for lunch at 3 pm every ones hunger meter had soared to dangerous level.  Even though they were showing ‘Khalnayak’ in the bus none of my dearest family members bothered to check out Madhuri’s ‘choli ke peeche kya hain?’ as all taught cycles were busy decoding ‘Aaj khane mein kya hain’. Interestingly at that juncture our bus stopped for lunch break.

We stopped at a place which looked like Sholay’s Ramgarh apparently my eyes were searching for ‘Gabbar Singh’. Since I did not find the classic villain who made ‘Kitne Admi The’ dialogue so famous I was little disappointed until I saw a man with huge moustache sipping hukka, his look could give tough completion to Mr. Amir Khan’s really hairy ‘Managal Pandey’ look. Well coming back to the hunger story there were two joints one vegetarian nicely decorated, brilliantly lighted, marble flooring and plastered with colorful ambiguous painting looked really inviting. The other non-veg. joint absolutely disastrous looking Punjabi Dhaba that looked like the whole structure could collapse any moment without any natural calamities affecting it. It was filled with sweaty truck drivers and half of are bus people. Some interesting marketing strategy was implemented here the non- veg. restaurant though looked least pleasing to the eye was a clear cut favorite among passengers compared to the cleverly decorated vegetarian joint. I guess once you have a ‘chicken tangdi’ on a menu nothing can ever stop the highway truck drivers to visit your joint, as it is one of the best tangdi they can cherish on a lonely national highway. On my mother’s insisting we entered the high maintenance joint without realizing a brutal fact that this place served pure vegetarian meals.

 A little sneak peak into my family’s non-veg. eating habits so that you will understand the consequence’s of choosing the wrong joint.  Though the earth revolves around the sun, my dad's world revolves around pork, beef, chicken and mutton.  He is a hardcore fan of all things meat. So when they politely informed us that at this place we serve pure vegetarian meals. My dad pressure rose to alarming heights. I am glad the waiter sensing trouble in the vegetarian paradise pointed immediately to the other non-veg. joint situated a little further ahead. We had lost our precious food hogging 15 minutes on switching places which irked every hungry member of my family.  Anyways we managed to crash in this non-veg. eatery. Here there was only 3 waiters waiting around two dozen tables, have mercy on their souls. There was this elderly waiter who had a very meek smile on his face. I felt sudden rush of respect for him for having that smile just after being trashed badly by 3-4 hooligan truck drivers for serving them  cold parathas.  I mean see this place do you think it’s a Dominos pizza outlet with a slogan that reads ‘Fresh, hot pizza delivered in 30 minutes or less, guaranteed”, dude you are in a shanty looking dhaba where if you get what you ordered then you need to be thankful to all the gods in the world. Today’s world people have completely lost appreciation for little joys. I took the menu apparently I am quite picky about eating outside when I choose a dish it has to be something really adventurous, fantastic and not at all homely in taste. I think my adorable Dad prefers homely food (why would anyone bother to eat outside if they want homely food, hopeless I say) so I wont give him the menu and my fairest of the fair Mum chooses ‘Biryanis’ (She will say we are celebrating right so we should eat biryani that also not ‘Hyderabadi’ or ‘Mugalai’ but plain biryani that is so boring sometimes).  I choose ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ well it was priced 550 and sounded completely out of the world. And some butter Nan to go with it. Mum still choose to order the usual chicken biryani. Well it was almost half an hour and all were going back to the bus there was no news of the dear ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ and Biryani which we all were fantasizing about dearly. The waiter gave us reassurance that both the dishes were under preparation and will be on our plates right away. All of us were getting impatient now what if the bus would go. I did not mind leaving the bus but nothing could stop me from having my delicious ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ with some highly fattening butter Nan’s.  I was being blamed for ordering absolutely ridiculous dishes instead of sticking to the usual. I some how took the blames in the hope that my tummy will feel something yummy any moment now. We told the waiter to inform the bus driver about our delay. Till then all the passengers were staring from their windows in our direction thinking are they going to eat entire ration. I felt like I should hide beneath the table I mean my selfish cravings had got us into this sticky situation.

After the entire hullabaloo there came the ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’, if you remember Marilyn Monroe iconic scene where all the guys were mesmerized by her flying white dress. Well apparently on looking at the ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ sitting on the tray gently moving in our direction we were all memorized by its presence.  It looked like it was fit for a king’s spread. ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ came in a huge curvaceous silver utensil garnished with lovely delicate Coriander leaves and filled with one kg chicken pieces (mainly consisting of sexy chicken legs) it smelled and looked absolutely majestic. At that point we all felt like this is a true celebration of the feast. As soon as the waiter served us this beautiful looking dish we all dung into the food as a pack of wolves feasting on its delicate pray.  Somehow no one noticed that biryani was missing except my demanding Mother. She threw a fit that until and unless my biryani will not come I am not going to eat anything else. Poor dad had to pressurize the waiter to get it done quickly and convince the bus driver that we would try to board the bus as soon as possible. Well after feasting on that fabulous ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ and butter Nan I, aunt and dad were truly satisfied.  Mum seemed like all hell broken loose she was not fed her usual biryani and she seemed agitated. She fired the waiter so badly that he came running with the biryani this time I missed his meek smile. Also the waiter bought us the leftover ‘Shahi chicken lazedar handi’ which we told him to pack as we had no room for accommodating so many yummy chicken legs. Finally Mum started with the Biryani but was not at all pleased with it because it was plain rice mixed with Shahi chicken lazedar handi’s divine curry and small chicken pieces.  I felt so much better after hearing this because of my daring choice and demanding cravings we had a really royal meal. Afterwards we boarded the bus. All of them scolded us badly for making them wait till we ate to our hearts content. Finally the bus started and we truly enjoyed a gastronomical feast.

Sweet Vengeance

              Standing here and beholding the sight of the ocean dancing in front of the dim moon light. The velvety wind is caressing my soul. It feels like I am in a state of mortal solace. It’s been three hours since I have been a millionaire and on a yacht with my best friend’s childhood sweetheart Angela ready to take my revenge. Angela was a pure seductress since she was in the orphanage. She was a goddess of beauty with wicked brains. Every Guy in college also would go to any length for those blue mesmerizing eyes and luscious lips. She knew her worth and that is how she managed to fly as an air hostess in the elite Air France Business Class. On flight she made sure the billionaires were taken very good care off one such Russian billionaire was Rizal Gaya. He was spell bound the moment he set his eyes on Angela. They walked the isle faster than the Bullet would leave from HONG KONG and reach China. Rizal was a puppet in the eyes of Angela a puppet who would do exactly what his father would command. When Angela walked in Rizal house she eliminated the chief controller by sowing seeds of poison in Rizal innocent child like mind. As love is blind Rizal betrayed his master mind his father.

 Noel was stupidly in love with Angela he was honest and a very loyal friend of mine. He was torn between pleasing me and Angela. Angela was the love of his life while I was his life partner. He embraced his love and betrayed his friendship and so he had to die. I never cared for Angela but I loved my best friend Noel. I could not bear the fact that Noel loved Angela more than me. He became Rizal man Friday when I had warned him against it. The day Rizal came to know Angela has smuggled half of his fortunes with help of Noel. Angela fled without a word and Noel had to bear the brunt of Rizal rage. Rizal tortured Noel but would not kill him. Rizal felt Angela would come back for Noel but he was wrong. Angela never cared for Noel or she would not leave him to die at the hand of a blood thirsty monster.

Noel came to me for asking help to escape from Rizal’s iron clutches. We killed Rizal. I told Noel we shall seek revenge from Angela. We tracked her in Mexico and bullied her in believing that for true love Noel had come back. Angela loved one thing in Noel his honesty she would never find such loyal servant. She fell in the trap. The woman always works her charms. Noel was bewitched by a sweet poison named Angela. This seductive poison has been intoxicating him for his entire life. I should have seen this flaw in Noel; if I would then I would not have to kill him. He told Angela of our plans and about my existence. She taught he was bluffing she never understood how I can stay with Noel all this while. She did not take it seriously that time I decided to overthrow Noel. He had betrayed me to embrace his love. After that incident there was no Noel ever I had to over take his body and soul. Now only I exist in Noel body we have broken the partnership that was forged since birth. Angela managed to become the mistress of one of Mexican Mafias. She worked her charms well and managed to run away with a million dollars again but this time with Noel on one of the yachts. Now she thinks she is with Noel but she fails to see she is with ME. I am going to murder her and take the revenge. This sweet vengeance I seek for betrayal of my partnership with Noel.

Some train poetry

Cruising through life’s several bright shiny mornings,
I sit and ponder,
What would it be without those precious loved once I wonder?
Those moments filled with laughter, chuckles and friendly banter,
For all the efforts put in, the pat on the back was all that really mattered,
Every hand that I caught and every tear that I shared,
Every one of them who really cared,
All bundled up together was my box of pure joy.

A royal journey

The forest is filled with its lush greenery every where Appu loves to play here. The river cuts through the forest with its crystal clear waters reflecting like sparkling jewels. This river has been gods blessing on our village. Its water has been a primary source of water supply since ages. The fishes in the river are the only hope of decent meal during the rains. Today the sky has its dark clouds hovering on the entire village. The baby sparrows are grown and are making a lot of noise. The mother has got some fresh supply of worms. This summer the mango tree gave many sweet mangoes. We feasted on them for weeks. Every tree in this forest has been Appu and my friend. We have grown playing with all the trees. No lad in the village knows about this forest the way I know about it.I know where exactly do we find the bigger fishes in the river. I even know the flowering and fruit bearing tree cycle. The reason why I am so close to the forest is Appu. Appu is the closest friend I could ever have. We are like one soul in two different bodies. Staring at the river I can see papa is busy with his sheep's grazing over the river bed. I need to tell him that it is going to rain. Appu seems least interested in leaving the forest. I will leave him and go with papa home. Appu will see Padma and come behind her. Chintu what are you doing in the forest? Papa I came with Appu here. The school left us early and Appu wanted to have a bath in the river. I have told you that you must not waste time in the forest. I was going to take Padma for a bath. I would have taken Appu also. Where is Padma? She is unwell. I have kept her in the shed. Chintu go get Appu we need to go home. Yes papa. I will go and fetch that useless elephant. Appu you need to walk fast papa is calling. Chintu sat on Appu and went towards his house. Papa came with his sheep along. Appu was a very good elephant he always obeyed me. Though he liked the forest he would leave it when ever I told him to. I knew one thing Appu loved me the same way as I loved him. My family always looks after elephants. My ancestors use to train elephants for the kings ride. The biggest elephants were given to the king. Our family’s job was to train the elephant and groom them. My family and Appu’s family have a very deep bond Abolishment of monarchy has put my family out of are business.My father wanted to give Padma to the local minister so that he would use Padma for the rally. Animal right activist opposed this idea. The animal right activists do not understand that these elephant had a duty to fulfill. They were not like their stray fellows. These elephants have been looked after my fore fathers since ages to serve the king. As Appu is the last elephant from the pure breed. I wont at least Appu should find a king to ride on him. I hope that some day a king will ride on him fulfilling his duty.