"Love your enemies just in case your friends turn out to be Bastardzz"
Someday called Sunday-
It was my most cherished day of the week when i was supposed to sleep till the sun burns out but that day i was awake by 7 a.m or I should say i was being kicked out of my dream world by an obnoxious call.That call was made by my company's boss Mr. Bhutia.
Cut to Mr.Bhutia-
There are some people who believe in hard work and there are some people who believe in pure luck.And then There are third kind of people who believes in both.
Mr Bhutia was one of that kind.He believed in hard work but of other people's.The poor hardworking souls of his company who work like machines on a lease to make him more rich and make him more lucky.There was a note written on his wall which says "A good boss makes his men realize they have more ability then they think they have so that they consistently do better work then they thought they could".
Cut to Sunday morning-
Bhutia as usual not feeling any sorry for his actions,quickly forwarded me a task or more of his family matter which he was supposed to do but he could not as he was feeling very sleepy & lethargic due to the previous late night party which he translated to me as important meeting with clients for the better future of the company and it's employees.Bull Shit.
I was aware of the fact that Bhutia thinks of me as a dumb-ass and a guy who can be easily manipulated so he was never short of giving me some extra work of his own in return of some phoney promises of incentives & promotion.I would have left this job but then again the vicious circle of job hunting scares the hell out of me.Search-apply-wait for the call-interview-negotiation-rejection and then again start from the scratch.I was somewhere in a comfort zone of mine and don't want any more vague thoughts to prevail.I go to office,i work like an ass,i bitch about my colleagues and i butter mr. Bhutia.There after i return back to my sweet home without carrying any extra baggage from my office and it's territories.I was more of living in a prayer that someday Bhutia will change forever and appreciate my dedication rather using me as a fool to suck up his tool.
With sleep floating in my watery eyes and the late night butter chicken still not able to adjust to my stomach's surroundings,i got up from my lazy bed while my mouth severely abused Bhutia.
I went to the toilet in order to donate my uneasy chicken to the municipal drainage but it refused to come out and made some weird sounds showing its anger and agony.The whole episode resulted in the upset of my stomach.People have bad hair day but i often have a bad stomach day.So till then it was far from a perfect morning.I was getting ready for the mission that was out of the blue thrown at me and meanwhile my mind thought of different ways to thrash Bhutia's ugly face.I took the car keys,didn't bothered to look into the mirror,shutted down the air conditioner,took some constipation pills and banged the main door as i left the house.My cute gold fish studied tension all over my face through her small glass aquarium.
I came down and met with my building's guard.He saluted me and said that he wasn't expecting me today so early morning and i just gave him that 'can't help it' look.He seems to be satisfied with that as if he too is the victim of life's aristocracy.I walked pass a big community dustbin which obviously further impaired my loose spirits.From there own i started rushing towards the parking area and it was then i saw two humans named Shaggy & Demona.
Friday, October 30, 2009
Cut to Shaggy & Demona-
Me and Shaggy goes back a long way.We have known each other since our play school days.Though we were not the best of the buddies but we always enjoyed each others company.During the summer vacations we used to hang out at little store room of my terrace.It had a huge black door of tin and was all covered with our funny writings.The only sentence that was clearly readable among many was Potli baba ki.....sure that little room was full of our stories of mischief,the walls still bounce back those uncontrollable laughter,the floor has still the markings of tiny hot-wheel cars,our so called big future plans still breathing around the corners though they are all covered with webs now.That whole period was miraculous. We ate,we played,we goofed around,we turned things upside down still nobody had bitter feelings for us.
Then came the adolescence and along came Demona.Shaggy's first and still going strong girlfriend.She joined us in class 10th and as she entered in to the classroom,God knows from where wind started blowing,sweetly touching her hairs and making them fall on her milky face.She walked in slow motion and every guy stared at her as if she is the only bone among so many hungry dogs including our maths sir.Shaggy too was totally mesmerized by her beauty.His eyes forgot to blink and his mouth was wide open.Even I fully admit that no doubt Demona was drop dead gorgeous.Everything was so perfect about her.Maybe if Shaggy hadn't asked her first then she might have ended up with me but among the two of us,shaggy has always been much outspoken,much smarter so he became the king,she was his queen and i became the secret admirer.My night fantasies were all painted by her soft complexion,flowery skin & sweet fragrance.She made me realize the true power of hormones.
This was the story until i was unknown with the true intentions of that beautiful & deceptive face.Demona never wanted a lover or a boy friend but she was in desperate need of a guy who can actually be her puppy dog to whom she can train and regulate according to her own terms.Shaggy served it right for her as he was madly in love and never cared about his own esteem.She did her tricks by provoking more & more of his sexual desires.I experienced a large amount of change in Shaggy's behaviour.He was all about 'Demona this & Demona that' which made me furious.I even tried to connect him with the real signals from the Demona's satellite but the guy was deaf & dumb.He didn't want to hear any word against her sex goddess and also blamed me for being jealous.Maybe i was but not of shaggy coz he was getting all the bedtime favours but i was jealous of Demona coz she was taking away my good old friend.The time when we were suppose to play cricket was replaced by Shaggy carrying huge shopping bags of Demona.She also worked her wonders by cutting down his friends and making him believe that they all are piece of crap and will hinder his personal growth.He was a great guy but she made a looser out of him.
Gradually we drifted apart and blooming flowers of our friendship dried out soon and all we shared were Hi's & Hellos.Just for the sake of formality maybe or just for the sake of our wonderful childhood spent together.Nothing more than that or else Shaggy won't be getting "those" nipples to suck that night.
Cut to Sunday Morning-
They were as usual hand in hand coming towards me.Demona whispered something in his ear and Shaggy nodded as usual.His own thinking mind was flushed away by Demona so now all he knows is what she knows.I kept on walking in there direction and they too were moving in mine.Just few moments later we were face to face and i stopped and said 'hey shaggy!!wassupp?
and there it was, something happened which was truly unexpected and unacceptable.I was left there standing alone with my hand still in handshake mode and there was no one on the other side.The couple had already went pass through me as if i was invisible...i was nothing for them.
Shaggy not even bothered to look at me,he preferred to look at flying pigeons instead.
I felt vulnerable.I felt like as someone has spitted on my face.Although my expectations regarding Shaggy as a friend were as close to as a buried body but still we always managed to greet each other with fake smiles.I looked back but there was no sign of remorse.They kept on walking from me and Demona rested her evil head on his foolish shoulder.
I pushed myself from there but that insult still wasn't able to sank in my bad memories.I wondered if this gonna be the longest day of my life.I looked at the blue sky,i looked for something lively which can actually put me back on the track and then next i looked at a man under the green tree.That man seems to be familiar.I thought if he is him.I moved towards the tree and saw him clearly.Yes it was him....It was Moby.
Me and Shaggy goes back a long way.We have known each other since our play school days.Though we were not the best of the buddies but we always enjoyed each others company.During the summer vacations we used to hang out at little store room of my terrace.It had a huge black door of tin and was all covered with our funny writings.The only sentence that was clearly readable among many was Potli baba ki.....sure that little room was full of our stories of mischief,the walls still bounce back those uncontrollable laughter,the floor has still the markings of tiny hot-wheel cars,our so called big future plans still breathing around the corners though they are all covered with webs now.That whole period was miraculous. We ate,we played,we goofed around,we turned things upside down still nobody had bitter feelings for us.
Then came the adolescence and along came Demona.Shaggy's first and still going strong girlfriend.She joined us in class 10th and as she entered in to the classroom,God knows from where wind started blowing,sweetly touching her hairs and making them fall on her milky face.She walked in slow motion and every guy stared at her as if she is the only bone among so many hungry dogs including our maths sir.Shaggy too was totally mesmerized by her beauty.His eyes forgot to blink and his mouth was wide open.Even I fully admit that no doubt Demona was drop dead gorgeous.Everything was so perfect about her.Maybe if Shaggy hadn't asked her first then she might have ended up with me but among the two of us,shaggy has always been much outspoken,much smarter so he became the king,she was his queen and i became the secret admirer.My night fantasies were all painted by her soft complexion,flowery skin & sweet fragrance.She made me realize the true power of hormones.
This was the story until i was unknown with the true intentions of that beautiful & deceptive face.Demona never wanted a lover or a boy friend but she was in desperate need of a guy who can actually be her puppy dog to whom she can train and regulate according to her own terms.Shaggy served it right for her as he was madly in love and never cared about his own esteem.She did her tricks by provoking more & more of his sexual desires.I experienced a large amount of change in Shaggy's behaviour.He was all about 'Demona this & Demona that' which made me furious.I even tried to connect him with the real signals from the Demona's satellite but the guy was deaf & dumb.He didn't want to hear any word against her sex goddess and also blamed me for being jealous.Maybe i was but not of shaggy coz he was getting all the bedtime favours but i was jealous of Demona coz she was taking away my good old friend.The time when we were suppose to play cricket was replaced by Shaggy carrying huge shopping bags of Demona.She also worked her wonders by cutting down his friends and making him believe that they all are piece of crap and will hinder his personal growth.He was a great guy but she made a looser out of him.
Gradually we drifted apart and blooming flowers of our friendship dried out soon and all we shared were Hi's & Hellos.Just for the sake of formality maybe or just for the sake of our wonderful childhood spent together.Nothing more than that or else Shaggy won't be getting "those" nipples to suck that night.
Cut to Sunday Morning-
They were as usual hand in hand coming towards me.Demona whispered something in his ear and Shaggy nodded as usual.His own thinking mind was flushed away by Demona so now all he knows is what she knows.I kept on walking in there direction and they too were moving in mine.Just few moments later we were face to face and i stopped and said 'hey shaggy!!wassupp?
and there it was, something happened which was truly unexpected and unacceptable.I was left there standing alone with my hand still in handshake mode and there was no one on the other side.The couple had already went pass through me as if i was invisible...i was nothing for them.
Shaggy not even bothered to look at me,he preferred to look at flying pigeons instead.
I felt vulnerable.I felt like as someone has spitted on my face.Although my expectations regarding Shaggy as a friend were as close to as a buried body but still we always managed to greet each other with fake smiles.I looked back but there was no sign of remorse.They kept on walking from me and Demona rested her evil head on his foolish shoulder.
I pushed myself from there but that insult still wasn't able to sank in my bad memories.I wondered if this gonna be the longest day of my life.I looked at the blue sky,i looked for something lively which can actually put me back on the track and then next i looked at a man under the green tree.That man seems to be familiar.I thought if he is him.I moved towards the tree and saw him clearly.Yes it was him....It was Moby.
Cut to Moby-
I met Moby in my sophomore year.He was a self proclaimed 'dude' and was always under the impression that every girl of the class wants to share her bed with him.But the fact was far far away from his land of fiction.Girls hated Moby to the core and the only reason was his self obsession.He loved himself as if he is the only filtered child from the Gods furnace and rest are just impurities.That's why most of the time he was seen wearing his red t-shirt on which it was boldly written "Gods own son".I got associated with him in our laboratory experiments.He was my partner so that made me took the reading & all and he used to sit around and feed my ears with his larger than life ideas.At first i was uninterested to hear them but eventually i developed a kind of affinity towards him & his whole thought process.Slowly i came to know about the real Moby and I concluded that his ways of treating people is rather intentional and he enjoyed being hated but with me he always acted differently.Not the narcissist ass but a much ordinary guy with some extraordinary ideas.Also our love for good world cinema helped us strengthen our bond.For hours we used to have discussions about the methods of movie making,stories,actors,camera angles,art direction,visual effects etc.There was also an incident that took place which more glorifies our passion for films.We were so taken away by the film Motorcycle diaries that immediately after watching it,something struck our minds and we too like CHE decided to hit the highway on our bike.Though we were too selfish about our lives to even think of any revolution but the whole concept of bike,bags,beer & busy road made us jump on the bandwagon.Next we found ourselves chatting with the wind on our bike RX-100.We were short of money and the bike was short of petrol but the spirits were pretty high in numbers.However they were little bit restrained later when we slept under the moonless sky in a jungle where we discovered new 101 species of blood sucking insects.
As time passed we became better friends and kept account of chronicles of each others life.Suddenly One day he told me that he was not any more interested in building circuits and noting down the impedance so he dropped out of college and enrolled himself in some shoddy film-making school.That whole episode affected our friendship to a certain level as there were less meetings,less discussions and more of our own individual 'projects'.We both got busy with our priorities of life and never made any efforts to promote our friendship to another level.But still Moby was never shy to disclose that after himself,i am the closest one who actually knows him.That used to make me really happy and good about myself.
Cut to Sunday Morning:-
Moby was sitting on a chair under a tree and reading newspaper.I went straight to him in a hope that he can some way turn on my pissed off mood & also help me out with my task of the day.I presumed that he was not doing some significant work so i raised my voice and said-
-Hey Moby!What's keeping you busy these days?
-Hey bro!How are you?Actually it's nothing much.I am still waiting for my day under the sun.You tell how is the weather at your side?Expecting some rains lately(Giggles)
-No....Not yet.I feel like abandoned tourist in the middle of scorching deserts.
-Woaaa....What's going in the mind?Shoot!
Fresh from the royal ignorance from my friend or Demona's boyfriend I said:
-You know sometimes life itself wants you to be bad....Evil inside....Just be selfish.Don't realy bother about anybody & anyone.Make your castles and let the world shrink with jealousy.
-hmm...I can smell many apprehensions of yours towards life.It isn't that mean brother.You always have the shoulders of friends to rely upon.(places his hand on my shoulder)
I was still under the deep thoughts of mine and eventually my mouth said:
-Yeah friend.....friend indeed.
After a brief pause i changed the topic and said
-Anyways I am not getting into the depth of these complicated issues.I want you to help me out of this crisis of mine.
-What's the matter?
-With due disrespect,my company's inefficient boss mr bhutia has used me as a scapegoat and ordered me to escort his mother-in-law who stays somewhere near Teja chowk in GoGo nagar.Now in the gods name i am totally clueless about this place.
-Ohh...Gogo nagar....i know it exactly where it is situated.It's little far from here.Maybe 2 hrs of drive.Few of my relatives also lives there.
-Wow!!!!that's great.Then you can surely accompany me and we can have some fun on the run. Also you can meet your relatives and give them a pleasant surprise.
-I can't say if it will be a pleasant surprise for them or not but I may not be able to come with you as there are some matters which need my urgent devotion.See yesterday i saw this unusual film about a boy & his dog.It's a very heart warming story and beautifully picturised so i have decided to write its review and let the people know about this film through social networking sites.After all good cinema needs encouragement and I am gonna work for this cause.I hope you understand my initiative.
His words were stinging me.The moment he said that he might not be able to come with me created havoc in my mind.His excuse sounded very lame and superficial.I was no more interested in further conversation and decided to leave but Moby stopped me.He took out pen from my front pocket & teared a piece of paper from the newspaper and made some directions from one point to another.There were too many of lefts & rights which were adding salt to my inner wounds.There was a minute moment when i was not thinking about the final destination but the whole idea of journey with Moby enticed me.I thought it would be an ideal time to catch with our lost time.We can again go down the memory lanes and pick up few eternal moments which made us smile.But life always wakes you up when you are having a beautiful dream.Times are changing and so the people.Moby too must had experienced the winds of change so he made his intentions quite clear.It's just me who has been stucked with shallow hopes.
I took the paper from Moby and left without saying any parting words.
As I was about to open the front door of my car, I felt a pat on my back.I turned the other side and met with a bulky personality of Yudlee do.
Cut to Yudlee do-
My Lets-have-a-good-time friend.He was not my childhood friend.Infact i have known him from past few years only but there is something charismatic about this guy.Our first meeting was quite unusual and not ideal to get converted in to a good friendship.But that's the way with Yudlee.You are bound to expect the unexpected with him.
It happened that day when i was enjoying my evening walk in the park.A bulky & unshaven guy was continuously staring at me as if i am an object of his ultimate desires.I tried to ignore him but his idiotic grinning made the matter worse for me.I felt uncomfortable so i went straight to him and asked "hey what makes you grin like that?"
The guy without any hesitation looked at me and started laughing profusely.I was too confused to react on his such fatuous behaviour so i immediately retreated from there,thinking of him as some mental patient.I left the park that very moment and decided to have some ice-cream to cool down the sudden shock.There were many vendors waiting for customers so i too became one of the customer and as i reached for my wallet i was again struck with a blow.My hand kept looking for my wallet here & there but all in vein.
Then suddenly i heard a hoarse voice from back saying "Mister are you looking for this??
I turned and i saw that same bulky & unshaven guy waving at me with my wallet in his hand.He gave back my wallet and said "I am too sorry for my behaviour in the park,actually i found your wallet lying there around my bench and due to my extra inquisitive nature,i saw one of your passport size photo which i found too amusing.See yourself....It looks like you have just seen a dead guy(laughs again....this time much louder)
At that point of time the correct reaction would be to simply say thanks and leave from there because someone was laughing at your expense and that too at your face.But surprisingly i was more amused rather than being angry about Yudlee's hillarious comments.Somewhere at the back of my mind i too had the same feeling about that picture of mine and i felt good that someone shared my line of thoughts.
Yudlee quickly came back to his normal face.No more of grinning & laughing now.He then asked me to have a drink with him as a note of apology.Firstly i was bit apprehensive but somehow Yudlee managed to convince me.Right in our first meeting i was taken a back by his easy going nature,loud laughter and tailor made joke for every god damn situation in this world.
From then onwards we became regular vodka buddies.We used to share each & every fragment of our lives.For me he became a guy to whom i can bitch about anybody.Whether it's my boss,whether my relatives,my friends and even Demona.She became the prime topic of our discussions.Every time we meet,Yudlee used to come up with innovative ideas like kidnapping her and make her dance on the song 'jab tak hai jaan,janejahan mai naachungi' with floor covered with dog shit.
We meet,we drink,we laugh,we bitch that all pretty much sums up so many of my resplendent evenings with Yudlee do.
Cut to Sunday Morning-
Now coming back to the present day,Yudlee was lacking originality.I have never seen him like that.He seems to be desperate and facing some kind of mental trauma.I kicked off the conversation.
-Hey Yudlee do! You look pathetic man.
-Yeah lately I have been dreaming a lot and the whole grandeur of those dreams make me more frustrated about my current situation. I am nothing but just Mr.Shit.
-Hey don't say like that.There are some people who have done better then you to grab that respective title(subjected to my meeting with Moby & Shaggy).
-Hmmm....I don't know about that.I just want you to have a drink or two with me now.
-Drinking in the daylights????are you out of your freaking mind?It's just not the right time to have a good time.I have some serious issues to taken care of.
-Hey don't be so tough on yourself. You need a healthy brake brother.I am asking you to have one drink.Nothing more than that.
-No way Yudlee!! I am not party to this venture of yours.I have to go now.
-Listen bro...Maybe we can share some good laughs and use our wild imaginations to plan a torturous trap for Demona.
-Hmmm...that sounds interesting but this is not the moment for it.We can surely ignite our evil desires when i return back home.I promise you that.You know how much i hate that bitch.
-Oh please! my cuty-booty.Just one damn drink and then you go your way and I....I will just sit under the fan and wait for the evening to come so that we two brothers can again board our ride to Trance land.C'mon mate.What you say??
-Why are you so getting desperate about few cheap lousy drinks.I said we can have it later and moreover I cannot have it now as i have to drive a long way and these drinks makes me dizzy.So please you better let me go now.See you later.Goodbye.
I turned on the ignition of my car and hurriedly left the premises.As my car moved ahead,the rear mirror showed me reflection of 'Yudlee do' for a longest time.He was standing there unmoved & erect and watching me go far and far.
I began my journey.All by myself.No one was there to cheer for me,No one was there to correct me if i was wrong and no one was there to make me feel that I am wanted.It was just me & my solitude.
I took the highway,switched to the top gear,pushed the excelator further more and followed the straight road which seems to be endless.Meanwhile the radio played the song "zindagi ke safar mei guzar jaate jo makaam wo fir nahi aate....
I felt like as if i am the participant of some reality show like big boss or something and my whole life story is being telecast in front of the world for the mere entertainment of duds who spent half of there life watching reality t.v and rest half criticising about the level of the shows & making fun of the characters.Maybe it's just there way to ejaculate all the frustrations in there own not so ideal lives.
At that point of time the least i needed was sympathy of some useless creatures so i changed the channel and next my ears were hurted by a song called "na koi umang hai,na koi tarang hai...meri zindagi to kati patang hai".
Such were my life diaries....harsh,typical and fucking cruel.
My Lets-have-a-good-time friend.He was not my childhood friend.Infact i have known him from past few years only but there is something charismatic about this guy.Our first meeting was quite unusual and not ideal to get converted in to a good friendship.But that's the way with Yudlee.You are bound to expect the unexpected with him.
It happened that day when i was enjoying my evening walk in the park.A bulky & unshaven guy was continuously staring at me as if i am an object of his ultimate desires.I tried to ignore him but his idiotic grinning made the matter worse for me.I felt uncomfortable so i went straight to him and asked "hey what makes you grin like that?"
The guy without any hesitation looked at me and started laughing profusely.I was too confused to react on his such fatuous behaviour so i immediately retreated from there,thinking of him as some mental patient.I left the park that very moment and decided to have some ice-cream to cool down the sudden shock.There were many vendors waiting for customers so i too became one of the customer and as i reached for my wallet i was again struck with a blow.My hand kept looking for my wallet here & there but all in vein.
Then suddenly i heard a hoarse voice from back saying "Mister are you looking for this??
I turned and i saw that same bulky & unshaven guy waving at me with my wallet in his hand.He gave back my wallet and said "I am too sorry for my behaviour in the park,actually i found your wallet lying there around my bench and due to my extra inquisitive nature,i saw one of your passport size photo which i found too amusing.See yourself....It looks like you have just seen a dead guy(laughs again....this time much louder)
At that point of time the correct reaction would be to simply say thanks and leave from there because someone was laughing at your expense and that too at your face.But surprisingly i was more amused rather than being angry about Yudlee's hillarious comments.Somewhere at the back of my mind i too had the same feeling about that picture of mine and i felt good that someone shared my line of thoughts.
Yudlee quickly came back to his normal face.No more of grinning & laughing now.He then asked me to have a drink with him as a note of apology.Firstly i was bit apprehensive but somehow Yudlee managed to convince me.Right in our first meeting i was taken a back by his easy going nature,loud laughter and tailor made joke for every god damn situation in this world.
From then onwards we became regular vodka buddies.We used to share each & every fragment of our lives.For me he became a guy to whom i can bitch about anybody.Whether it's my boss,whether my relatives,my friends and even Demona.She became the prime topic of our discussions.Every time we meet,Yudlee used to come up with innovative ideas like kidnapping her and make her dance on the song 'jab tak hai jaan,janejahan mai naachungi' with floor covered with dog shit.
We meet,we drink,we laugh,we bitch that all pretty much sums up so many of my resplendent evenings with Yudlee do.
Cut to Sunday Morning-
Now coming back to the present day,Yudlee was lacking originality.I have never seen him like that.He seems to be desperate and facing some kind of mental trauma.I kicked off the conversation.
-Hey Yudlee do! You look pathetic man.
-Yeah lately I have been dreaming a lot and the whole grandeur of those dreams make me more frustrated about my current situation. I am nothing but just Mr.Shit.
-Hey don't say like that.There are some people who have done better then you to grab that respective title(subjected to my meeting with Moby & Shaggy).
-Hmmm....I don't know about that.I just want you to have a drink or two with me now.
-Drinking in the daylights????are you out of your freaking mind?It's just not the right time to have a good time.I have some serious issues to taken care of.
-Hey don't be so tough on yourself. You need a healthy brake brother.I am asking you to have one drink.Nothing more than that.
-No way Yudlee!! I am not party to this venture of yours.I have to go now.
-Listen bro...Maybe we can share some good laughs and use our wild imaginations to plan a torturous trap for Demona.
-Hmmm...that sounds interesting but this is not the moment for it.We can surely ignite our evil desires when i return back home.I promise you that.You know how much i hate that bitch.
-Oh please! my cuty-booty.Just one damn drink and then you go your way and I....I will just sit under the fan and wait for the evening to come so that we two brothers can again board our ride to Trance land.C'mon mate.What you say??
-Why are you so getting desperate about few cheap lousy drinks.I said we can have it later and moreover I cannot have it now as i have to drive a long way and these drinks makes me dizzy.So please you better let me go now.See you later.Goodbye.
I turned on the ignition of my car and hurriedly left the premises.As my car moved ahead,the rear mirror showed me reflection of 'Yudlee do' for a longest time.He was standing there unmoved & erect and watching me go far and far.
I began my journey.All by myself.No one was there to cheer for me,No one was there to correct me if i was wrong and no one was there to make me feel that I am wanted.It was just me & my solitude.
I took the highway,switched to the top gear,pushed the excelator further more and followed the straight road which seems to be endless.Meanwhile the radio played the song "zindagi ke safar mei guzar jaate jo makaam wo fir nahi aate....
I felt like as if i am the participant of some reality show like big boss or something and my whole life story is being telecast in front of the world for the mere entertainment of duds who spent half of there life watching reality t.v and rest half criticising about the level of the shows & making fun of the characters.Maybe it's just there way to ejaculate all the frustrations in there own not so ideal lives.
At that point of time the least i needed was sympathy of some useless creatures so i changed the channel and next my ears were hurted by a song called "na koi umang hai,na koi tarang hai...meri zindagi to kati patang hai".
Such were my life diaries....harsh,typical and fucking cruel.
Random Random-
After some long 100kms and some dull 100 songs i reached a point where i was clueless of my further expedition.There were four paths and each unfolding in a different direction.The piece of paper given by Mobby was no help either as according to it,there won't be any such junction on my way.So maybe i flunked big time and lost my sense of direction completely or maybe Moby was far too pretentious and trying to act much friendly by helping me out with that paper.
I looked for people who can be my rescue rangers but no one was there.It was like as if I was in some No man's land.All i witnessed was sun dancing over my head,some burnt tires,one dejected shoe without lace and an ancient dog who looked quite disturbed due to my sudden & unexpected appearance.
I started walking randomly in a hope to find some human like creature who can at least hear & speak few words that can drag me out of this deserted place.The place which was a virgin,never touched and never heard of the word called 'development'.
I suppose development is only the birth right of people living in metros.The so called faces of the nation.Only the people of metros have some strong needs & urges.They need wide roads so that they have extra space to spit there tobacco juices,they need larger walls so that they have ample space to colour them with there piss and they need large air conditioned malls so that they can cool of there wiped asses.Rest places like such where i was stranded are not meant to be conditioned but are suppose to carry that unwanted look on there faces just like when a mother abandons her own child.
Now coming back to my uninteresting voyage, thanx to my desperation,i soon found four little boys playing with stones on the other side of so called road.I immediately ran towards them and There motion stopped when i called out to them.They all were following a dress code in which only shorts were mandatory but not the shirts.It made me think that they are big time fans of mr salman khan but instead of abs and biceps,all i can see was bones eager to come out of there thin fleshes.They all threw quizzical look as if they have never seen a man wearing a shirt.I asked one of eldest the whereabouts of teja chowk.He saw me first and then he saw his little comrades.They exchanged some looks and after some mute discussions one of them told me to go straight from here then turn right 1 and then right 2 and there you are ...Welcome to Teja chowk.I felt victorious and showed my happiness to the kids by giving them a 10 rupee note.They literally snatched it from me,jumped with excitement and ran as if they gonna buy every joy of this world with that small note.
I followed the same direction as i was told.Straight....first right.....second right and there i was...nowhere near to Teja chowk.In place of it a dirty pond welcomed me in which few buffaloes were paying there homage to all the bond girls who did that sexy sequence of 'coming out from the water' in two pieces.Here the only thing that was missing was two piece.Rest the film was complete i was the James bhaand and they were my bond buffaloes.Surrounding them were also some kids talking and simultaneously gifting huge chunks of there excreta for the never ending feast of the local pigs.
I felt helpless and stupid at the same time.I was the one who was in sympathy with those four little boys and even entertained them with 10 rupees but in return they make a fool out of me and put me into this pool of shit.I severely abused them,i severely abused Bhutia,i severely abused his mom-in-law,i severely abused the goverment and i severely abused God.Then i banged my leg on an empty plastic can which made it fly and land besides the bathing black beauties.
What followed was a series of curse and some more heavy duty foul adjectives.I felt like a volcano...just about to erupt.I shouted out loud 'OH FUCKKK!!!!!'
Then i returned back where i started and there was no sign of those little half nude rascals.I thought they must be having a good time with my money.My thousand paise must be sufficient for them to buy some ice candies.
Heavy-heartedly i decided to call Bhutia and inform him the current situation which was bit out of my hands.I dialed his personal number,took a deep breath and heard his caller tune 'oye lucky lucky oye'.....He didn't picked up.I called once more and again no answer from his side.The song kept on playing,adding more irritation to the surroundings.Bhutia was not picking up his phone and my anger was picking up fastly and unsteadily.For a while i rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes.Yudlee was standing there.... with a sad face.His eyes reflected wait.He remained silent and his laughter was missing. A thought crossed my mind that maybe this all is happening with me coz i caused pain to my very kind hearted friend.Who always gave me enough reasons to keep smiling and enjoy this bumpy ride of life.The feeling of guilt arrested me and i regretted my decision.Maybe one or two drinks wouldn't have made a huge difference in my life but it could have been done wonders for Yudlee.
How could i be so selfish?
Yudlee must have felt cheated?
Why don't i have fucking guts to refuse Bhutia?
How many times Shaggy Shags?
What the fuck Demona think of herself?
Why Moby didn't come with me?
Why this stupid ancient dog still barking at me??
I was surrounded with plethora of such questions but i was unable to find any of the answers.
I opened my eyes and hardly bumped the steering wheel.I needed to get out of this hell soon.Suddenly my mobile rang.I quickly saw it and it showed one new message.I opened it in a hurry and was comforted to see the senders name.The message was by Bhutia.It said:
hey can't take ur call rite now...in a impt meeting....mom in law won't b joining us 2day as her stomach is upset this morning so cancel the plan and enjoy ur holiday.meet me at office 2mro with report on new PNC project..sharp 10...tak care.
Everything collapsed in front of me.There was no ground beneath my feet.I felt like the biggest dumping ground of this earth.I asked myself that do i really deserve such whorish treatment????Why Bhutia didn't cared to inform me much earlier??I shouted out aloud Bhutia you son of a bitch..m gonna get u real hard.That's it...m no more be living on the food thrown by him.I will take a stand and thrust out Bhutia from my life.He is not worthy of my dedications. In fact he is not worthy of any good things of life.He is nothing but a self absorbed faithless Bastard and i bet there won't be many people in his funeral.
I restarted the engine,wiped of the sweat from my forehead and headed backwards without giving a second thought.Enough of some dramatic events.Now i needed my ordinary life back to me.I woke my radio from its siesta and it answered me with the song "Mauja hi Muaja...shaam savere hun Muaja ji Muaja"
Life was a circus & i was the clown.Laugh you idiots till you die.
After some long 100kms and some dull 100 songs i reached a point where i was clueless of my further expedition.There were four paths and each unfolding in a different direction.The piece of paper given by Mobby was no help either as according to it,there won't be any such junction on my way.So maybe i flunked big time and lost my sense of direction completely or maybe Moby was far too pretentious and trying to act much friendly by helping me out with that paper.
I looked for people who can be my rescue rangers but no one was there.It was like as if I was in some No man's land.All i witnessed was sun dancing over my head,some burnt tires,one dejected shoe without lace and an ancient dog who looked quite disturbed due to my sudden & unexpected appearance.
I started walking randomly in a hope to find some human like creature who can at least hear & speak few words that can drag me out of this deserted place.The place which was a virgin,never touched and never heard of the word called 'development'.
I suppose development is only the birth right of people living in metros.The so called faces of the nation.Only the people of metros have some strong needs & urges.They need wide roads so that they have extra space to spit there tobacco juices,they need larger walls so that they have ample space to colour them with there piss and they need large air conditioned malls so that they can cool of there wiped asses.Rest places like such where i was stranded are not meant to be conditioned but are suppose to carry that unwanted look on there faces just like when a mother abandons her own child.
Now coming back to my uninteresting voyage, thanx to my desperation,i soon found four little boys playing with stones on the other side of so called road.I immediately ran towards them and There motion stopped when i called out to them.They all were following a dress code in which only shorts were mandatory but not the shirts.It made me think that they are big time fans of mr salman khan but instead of abs and biceps,all i can see was bones eager to come out of there thin fleshes.They all threw quizzical look as if they have never seen a man wearing a shirt.I asked one of eldest the whereabouts of teja chowk.He saw me first and then he saw his little comrades.They exchanged some looks and after some mute discussions one of them told me to go straight from here then turn right 1 and then right 2 and there you are ...Welcome to Teja chowk.I felt victorious and showed my happiness to the kids by giving them a 10 rupee note.They literally snatched it from me,jumped with excitement and ran as if they gonna buy every joy of this world with that small note.
I followed the same direction as i was told.Straight....first right.....second right and there i was...nowhere near to Teja chowk.In place of it a dirty pond welcomed me in which few buffaloes were paying there homage to all the bond girls who did that sexy sequence of 'coming out from the water' in two pieces.Here the only thing that was missing was two piece.Rest the film was complete i was the James bhaand and they were my bond buffaloes.Surrounding them were also some kids talking and simultaneously gifting huge chunks of there excreta for the never ending feast of the local pigs.
I felt helpless and stupid at the same time.I was the one who was in sympathy with those four little boys and even entertained them with 10 rupees but in return they make a fool out of me and put me into this pool of shit.I severely abused them,i severely abused Bhutia,i severely abused his mom-in-law,i severely abused the goverment and i severely abused God.Then i banged my leg on an empty plastic can which made it fly and land besides the bathing black beauties.
What followed was a series of curse and some more heavy duty foul adjectives.I felt like a volcano...just about to erupt.I shouted out loud 'OH FUCKKK!!!!!'
Then i returned back where i started and there was no sign of those little half nude rascals.I thought they must be having a good time with my money.My thousand paise must be sufficient for them to buy some ice candies.
Heavy-heartedly i decided to call Bhutia and inform him the current situation which was bit out of my hands.I dialed his personal number,took a deep breath and heard his caller tune 'oye lucky lucky oye'.....He didn't picked up.I called once more and again no answer from his side.The song kept on playing,adding more irritation to the surroundings.Bhutia was not picking up his phone and my anger was picking up fastly and unsteadily.For a while i rested my head on the steering wheel and closed my eyes.Yudlee was standing there.... with a sad face.His eyes reflected wait.He remained silent and his laughter was missing. A thought crossed my mind that maybe this all is happening with me coz i caused pain to my very kind hearted friend.Who always gave me enough reasons to keep smiling and enjoy this bumpy ride of life.The feeling of guilt arrested me and i regretted my decision.Maybe one or two drinks wouldn't have made a huge difference in my life but it could have been done wonders for Yudlee.
How could i be so selfish?
Yudlee must have felt cheated?
Why don't i have fucking guts to refuse Bhutia?
How many times Shaggy Shags?
What the fuck Demona think of herself?
Why Moby didn't come with me?
Why this stupid ancient dog still barking at me??
I was surrounded with plethora of such questions but i was unable to find any of the answers.
I opened my eyes and hardly bumped the steering wheel.I needed to get out of this hell soon.Suddenly my mobile rang.I quickly saw it and it showed one new message.I opened it in a hurry and was comforted to see the senders name.The message was by Bhutia.It said:
hey can't take ur call rite now...in a impt meeting....mom in law won't b joining us 2day as her stomach is upset this morning so cancel the plan and enjoy ur holiday.meet me at office 2mro with report on new PNC project..sharp 10...tak care.
Everything collapsed in front of me.There was no ground beneath my feet.I felt like the biggest dumping ground of this earth.I asked myself that do i really deserve such whorish treatment????Why Bhutia didn't cared to inform me much earlier??I shouted out aloud Bhutia you son of a bitch..m gonna get u real hard.That's it...m no more be living on the food thrown by him.I will take a stand and thrust out Bhutia from my life.He is not worthy of my dedications. In fact he is not worthy of any good things of life.He is nothing but a self absorbed faithless Bastard and i bet there won't be many people in his funeral.
I restarted the engine,wiped of the sweat from my forehead and headed backwards without giving a second thought.Enough of some dramatic events.Now i needed my ordinary life back to me.I woke my radio from its siesta and it answered me with the song "Mauja hi Muaja...shaam savere hun Muaja ji Muaja"
Life was a circus & i was the clown.Laugh you idiots till you die.
Back to square one-
Trooped & annoyed,I returned back to my habitat.Till now it has been one of the worst days of my life and i was in no mood for further misadventure so i decided to call it quits and surrender myself to my soft bed & cushion.As i made myself walk towards my home,I saw few people outside the house of Yudlee.The anxiety made me walk in that direction.The moment i entered his house,my nostrils were filled up with a very suffocating air.The mind felt like trapped in a one-way zone where one has to blindly follow the directions subjected by destiny and My heart raced against time.My feet moved ahead crushing down the heavy air.
The very next scene which my eyes witnessed made a huge impact on my life.It was a moment that i want to lock inside the suitcase and throw away the suitcase somewhere far in the seas of infinity or maybe thousand light years away so that it never hit back my memory ever again.That's how exactly we humans tend to have such exemplary notions but deep inside we all know that in this cosmos somethings are inevitable.Somethings are out of our reach.We can't prevent ourselves from the indefinite nature of life and so we can't prevent death.
Yudlee was flat lying dead in a black wooden coffin.He looked like as if he is resting after a long day of adventure.Calm,composed and contented.Resting forever.
I was petrified to see him in such a manner.I have never seen him so quiet & so stable.I slowly moved towards the coffin and felt like as if i was turning into ice.
I remembered, when we first met he commented on one of my picture in the wallet that it looks like I had seen a dead guy followed by that signature guffaw.There i was standing in front of a dead guy in real this time but instead of meeting him with a sad or horrified face, a smile is being carved on my dry lips.His jokes,laughter,one liners-all were echoing in my empty walls of mind.I wanted to cry as the pain was endless,I wanted to scream as my heart was besieged,I wanted to beat his dead body black & blue till he speak up something but i disallowed myself from doing any of it.Yudlee was gone and so were my bright evenings.Therefore by not shedding tears was my way to pay gratitude to him in return of so many enchanting moments that he gifted me.Tears were never meant for Yudlee.He accepted each decision of life with open arms.He wasn't successful in career,he never had much of money,he was a big time failure in love but despite of all that he managed to smile and make other people smile too.For past few years he had been my shield who gave me moral & emotional support.But now that shield is broken,that support was withdrawn and i was feeling naked and miserable.Perhaps i could have changed all this if i would have stayed back & had my share of drinks with him.That would have made him much happy or maybe he knew what was coming along his way so that could be his last wish.I made him bereft of that.How can i be so selfish bastard?
I cursed myself for the longest time.On a beautifully laid down table two glasses,one empty & the other filled with vodka saw me breaking into pieces.I am sorry my friend...i am sorry...this is all i can say to you.May your lively soul rest in peace.
Somewhere down the corner of a busy street lies a small tea stall which has an antique radio.That radio played the song dekhi zamane ki yaari....bichde sabhi bari bari.
The End is not The End
Trooped & annoyed,I returned back to my habitat.Till now it has been one of the worst days of my life and i was in no mood for further misadventure so i decided to call it quits and surrender myself to my soft bed & cushion.As i made myself walk towards my home,I saw few people outside the house of Yudlee.The anxiety made me walk in that direction.The moment i entered his house,my nostrils were filled up with a very suffocating air.The mind felt like trapped in a one-way zone where one has to blindly follow the directions subjected by destiny and My heart raced against time.My feet moved ahead crushing down the heavy air.
The very next scene which my eyes witnessed made a huge impact on my life.It was a moment that i want to lock inside the suitcase and throw away the suitcase somewhere far in the seas of infinity or maybe thousand light years away so that it never hit back my memory ever again.That's how exactly we humans tend to have such exemplary notions but deep inside we all know that in this cosmos somethings are inevitable.Somethings are out of our reach.We can't prevent ourselves from the indefinite nature of life and so we can't prevent death.
Yudlee was flat lying dead in a black wooden coffin.He looked like as if he is resting after a long day of adventure.Calm,composed and contented.Resting forever.
I was petrified to see him in such a manner.I have never seen him so quiet & so stable.I slowly moved towards the coffin and felt like as if i was turning into ice.
I remembered, when we first met he commented on one of my picture in the wallet that it looks like I had seen a dead guy followed by that signature guffaw.There i was standing in front of a dead guy in real this time but instead of meeting him with a sad or horrified face, a smile is being carved on my dry lips.His jokes,laughter,one liners-all were echoing in my empty walls of mind.I wanted to cry as the pain was endless,I wanted to scream as my heart was besieged,I wanted to beat his dead body black & blue till he speak up something but i disallowed myself from doing any of it.Yudlee was gone and so were my bright evenings.Therefore by not shedding tears was my way to pay gratitude to him in return of so many enchanting moments that he gifted me.Tears were never meant for Yudlee.He accepted each decision of life with open arms.He wasn't successful in career,he never had much of money,he was a big time failure in love but despite of all that he managed to smile and make other people smile too.For past few years he had been my shield who gave me moral & emotional support.But now that shield is broken,that support was withdrawn and i was feeling naked and miserable.Perhaps i could have changed all this if i would have stayed back & had my share of drinks with him.That would have made him much happy or maybe he knew what was coming along his way so that could be his last wish.I made him bereft of that.How can i be so selfish bastard?
I cursed myself for the longest time.On a beautifully laid down table two glasses,one empty & the other filled with vodka saw me breaking into pieces.I am sorry my friend...i am sorry...this is all i can say to you.May your lively soul rest in peace.
Somewhere down the corner of a busy street lies a small tea stall which has an antique radio.That radio played the song dekhi zamane ki yaari....bichde sabhi bari bari.
The End is not The End
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