Life is just like that - III

Now it has been a year since I had been trying to write something funny. And believe me it has been damn difficult for me to write something funny now. Aisa, nahi hai, that it was not difficult before but earlier I used to inspire myself to write funny.  For sometimes I will just observe people to spot something funny. Well actually had a strong reason then to be funny. Had a girl friend then and would write or think something funny for her and her friends ;) who would visit the blog. Of course the relationship did not last long , to teach me that people like me are best left alone :D , and so my number of blogs also remained small devoid of a captive readership. But I presume that I have over her enough to write something for myself J.

Ok any ways , One instance I remember when I came to know of a friend of mine who got dumped by his Sardarni girl friend ( Of course he did not proclaim that, it was insider information). I mean it was bound to happen. It would be really difficult for my friend to keep a sardarni long as a girlfriend, notwithstanding her “real assets”.  I mean it is OK to eat pastries for indulgence but prolonging relationships with them is bound to lend you those extra fats. Similarly a Sardar is and should be left to manage Sardarni’s and there is no point lesser mortals with brains to deal with them. Of course the girl friend had her reasons

“ Mere gharwale nahi chahte hai mai kisi Sardar ke siwaye kisi ko apni jeevan sathi banau “

Ya I mean she is right , birds of the same feather flock together and should flock together.

But I somehow found their situation funny and my knack of spotting humour made me look at that situation. This is how one such conversation with him went

Friend : “Uski galti nahi hai , shayad meri hi galti ho “

Me: (Disinterested)  Shayad ( As if I cared)

Friend : But she told me , she loved me but she din’t want to be with me just

Me : Hmmmm ( Ya probably she thought you as the neighbour’s kid whom she found lovely to look at but found shit in her hand when she hugged the kid)

Friend: Kya mai handsome nahi hoon, does not she find me attractive enough

Me : Nahi yaar (lying to him ) ladkiya nahi dekhti aisi ( If she tried to find beauty in you she might as well start looking solid literature in internet blogs ). They look for a understanding nature , one of my female friend told that to me ( she actually told that to me and I knew from the grin on her face that she was lying straight-faced )

Friend : Fir kya hai !! I feel like killing myself

Me : don’t talk like that !By the way you owed me 2000 Rs, is it possible you can pay me soon ( Not taking chances) say today evening

Friend : Le liyo yaar…tu sale emotion ke time paiso ki baat mat kar….

Me : Nahi nahi aisi baat thodi hai . Tera flat ka kiraya kitna hai…I am looking for a place to live.

Friend : Yaar g**nd maarna band kar ….mai suicide nahi karne wala

Me : J   -  felt proud averting a suicide and reminding him the money …well actually I knew that he would have not committed suicide .Even  I had one such momentary emotional blast after my break-up , but that same day went to a very good restaurant and ordered good chicken kebab with beer to remind me that life is too good to forego for love .

Well FYI my friend got over her soon and started living a happy life soon with no regrets. He got into IIMI and is wasting his time in the second year like me , feeling nervous about recruitments like me in the aftermath of  the financial crisis ( But more of the recruitments in the next post)

 

Minority

"“You have your way. I have my way. As for the right way, the correct way, and the only way, it does not exist.”       

A few days ago one of my very close friend who is a "bihari" very unexpectedly commented "Kolkata me kuch bhi karo, waha ke bengali kuch nahi bolenge". by "kuch bhi" they meant create a nuisance the bengalis are too afraid to retaliate. Well I felt bad, yes bad because I am a Bengali but more so it made me question  that are we really bestowed with such genes that we refuse to "pay back: people what they should deserve or they don't deserve. Well actually I feel bad even some body comments against the "bihari" race, even though I don't have any descendants from the "esteemed" race. But things don't stop getting strange here itself. Why do I feel bad  when I see people talking against South Indians when I know for sure that I am not remotely related to any south India. And the end of it I do not know but I feel uneasy when people comment that "muslims" are the reasons for all the trouble in India. 

But after the incidents of continuous attacks on he biharis in Bombay and Maharasthrian regions confirmed me one thing , that beeing  "darpok"  is not the reason we  pardon the mistakes of the biharis in West Bengal and avoid skirmishes. I acutally congratulate every Bengali in West Bengal for their tolerance . For as of now I understand the majority coming together to inflict the minority is definitely not "bravery". For let's keep the underlying "popular" assumption that we Bengalis are physically and mentally weak for their satisfaction, yet a handful of us could easily outnumber and overpower against the minority there . Isin't the same thing happening in Maharasthra ? What makes the MNS activists think that they have the right to do everything in Maharasthra just because they are the majority there ? 

Well actually we humans are a unique stupid  race. We find reasons to trigger hatred when there ar'nt any . We try inflicting others not when we are strong but when we know we are weak. A friend of mine once commented that the only solution to the terrorists attacks is to kill all the muslims or throw them out of the country. But will the solution end there ? What can be gurantee that the hindus won't start fighting against each other. Isin't the incidents in mumbai a testimony to that. God knows we will start the caste wars. We would start what they call in marketing start " segmenting" ourselves !

P.S  - I normally refrain from writting such posts but the thing had been brooding on my mind for such long time that I fel that the post could give vent to it

Lady

This post can be surely dedicated to Rohit's post for I would not have remembered this incident had I not read Rohit's post
This was the day of the alumni meet in Mumbai. It was a good night , vibrant and lots of booze although I refrained from filling myself with a lot of it on the fear that I would not be in my senses to come back. The two friends of mine accompanying me were any way of no use , for one of them is such a useless drunkard that he would sleep in the drinking table when a hot chick would be serving him drink ( I hope the person in charge reads this .) . The other friend who accompanied me was not so bad but that night this person was too found in the corner drunk gaping at the roof with his mouth so open that it appeared that he was asked to play the statue game . Any ways so it was upto my responsible self to carry the myself and the other two poor self to the Sevaniketan hostel.
As we stuffed ourselves into the tax , the two of my other friends quickly dozed off with one of them thrusting his head on my shoulder . In order to distract myself and to prevent myself from sleeping I plugged my ear to the newly purchased ipod ( which unfortunately I lost in Mumbai itself ) .
I guess that it would have been 20 minutes in the taxi ( do not ask the time and place for you had to realize that I was also drunk albeit not asleep [:D]). Whatever at some distance I found my Taxi behind another Taxi, with an extremely beautiful lady in the most modern attractive clothes ( and by that I mean revealing clothes ) taking her head out of the window and crying profusely. Now she was attractive or might have appeared attractive ( Remember I was drunk and I could have suffered from mistaken identity ). but I felt bad , bad because I dint want her to cry . I mean at that moment it made me feel so heroic that I wanted to comfort her. However suddenly my taxi driver , don't know if he had seen that , speeded and soon overtook her .
Then started for me the cat and mouse game. I kept looking back trying to have a look at her. But soon our ferrari taxi driver lost him.
Ok i agree that my post does not have anything specially common with Rohit's post apart from a crying girl but I felt bad that day . I had that day the strange kind of feeling that I had done something which I should not have done yet there was nothing wrong in what I did. I imagined later on that I could always have stopped the Taxi and asked the lady what was wrong allthough the second part of mine argued that such acts are done only by characters from the movie.
Actually the event was one of such event which I had myself forgotten after that night but suddenly reading the above post enticed me to write the blog.

indulgence

Actually since I have decided to write again hopefully, i now decide to write some more again

till i indulge myself into it, talking about indulgence, since the day my third term has started i have gone into a strange dose of indulgence in movies, that I have actually started confusing between movies. yet there is this strong lingering feeling that " it is not yet enough "

And,,,

And by the way I believe I will restart blogging ...

I mean I don't want to stand as an example of the numerous bloggers who are suddenly struck by the urge of blogging and blog a few and disappear until they have forgotten their password for the blog

Why ?

Have you undergone the a feeling of uneasiness at seeing some body happy ?

I have for a few days undergoing this experience a lot seeing someone happy and contended !