Dear Better Half

Dear Better Half,

Hitting the quarter life crisis, I was sitting in a lounge with couple of friends thinking which girl to hit for better half of the night. I was sailing in ocean of my fantasies with a dazzling dusky beauty, tall and ecstatic with perfect curves, you know what I mean …...she was my better half.

One of my friends suddenly bumped into me and told me to get my better half on dance floor.

Why in hell, people say “my better half”?  

When it comes to boys the answer is well conceived, as half of the world with opposite gender think... Men are crazy animals who just want to get laid. They have single dimension thought process and IQ of zero when it comes thinking anything but girls; because no men can be sure 100% if he has either understood the girl or if he is 100% assure that the girl will not leave with all those potential other beasts out there, hungry for that lust. They so often feel the tranquil scent of first love even when it is the N^th time, the freshness of flowers feel the same when received by that unmatchable smile even when they have tried this with all of their "better halves" gone wrong so far; the dance, the rain , the ride all leave them in a love fling with her ….their "better half". No doubt it is better than the last one, is only feeling they have. 

 What about those feminine betterhalves? Wearing their rose tinted glasses, they dream of prince charming while dating a rookie or should I say their better half and vice versa, they always find other guy more handsome than who they are with. Why they are entitled under this phrase of “better half” ? There cannot be smoke if there is no fire, and I almost already answered the question above in tits and bits. According to me with no offence to all the ladies, how many of you have found a guy hot even when you are with your better half and talked about it, how many of you have bitched about the Guy with your lady counterparts. Those Taylor Lautner body types, do give you goose bumps or those Robert Pattinson’s deep blue eyes seduce you to death. Last but not the least you can't stop cursing "better halves" of your roommates for no good reason but envy.  I guess we are built with this animal instinct within, to be always on the move to find a better half. How many of you being in a rebound phase and found the better half almost next door.

We love it when they hit a break up, we just say “one enemy down” and when someone walks up to introduce her/his better half we say “positive I.D on enemy, project breakup initiate”.

I guess the only reason which make some sense in using this metaphorical and ubiquitously perceived phrase of “better half” is you can’t find happiness unless you meet him/her, no wonder sometimes it take more than once chance to fit in the puzzle correctly. Don’t make judgment about me when you read this, I am loyal to being single for another better half of my life patiently waiting for you...my better half, to knock my door.  

Your Better half

S.D

Perhaps! I say I am a Bad Writer

I am A bad Writer !

Self Praise kept me going so far 

I don't think, I ever raised the bar

Failed in all the attempts I made 

In all those clumsy, lousy words I said.

 Replications of a merely lost and confused brain

I interpreted everything wrong, be it love or rain. 

To be Just another blogger, was my fault 

Dream To be the ace, I could never open that vault.

Writing so far was nothing but a blunder 

Perhaps, I say I am a bad writer. 

My success stories were short and ethereal 

I wonder now, they were dream or for real

I wrote for my girlfriend and spilled my heart

She left me mid way and punctured it by dart.

I wrote another poem, to show my agony 

People said, I am an overdose and too phony.

Life kept me going, so did my female attractions

First in the row was a beauty queen

I wrote a love story, thinking it was never heard or seen

Frankly it was same old story on the screen.

I lost her too on the road to heaven,

I pitched another vodka shot, and lay raven 

A guy and a gal, can never be friends 

Over the years, all I can say this is the trend. 

Perhaps, to drive love, I am a hasty biker 

Or shall I say I am a bad writer. 

Leave the girls; I was never good with them

I tried my luck on other branches on the stem

Then came a phase, I splattered my words in all possible directions

Making a mockery of literature, I think I finally got some perfection

My array of work ranged from politics to sex

I formed my stories, like candles out of wax. 

A few of them went quite a mile 

I am glad they brought a few to smile.

My writings are driven by happenings around me

Intend to judge things different amidst what I see.

Soon to realize, it’s the most common psyche

Perhaps, to rule the sky was just a dream, 

Alas! I was called just another cynical flyer

Or shall I say I am a bad writer.

And now is the time, when the love is gone 

Gone with the wind, and I sung my fav song 

I lie in my bed, with a bottle of wine

With guilt of a writer who could never shine

They say to me, u tried too hard, with limited social art

My writings are the ones which never quit me 

Or perhaps time has come quit as a brave fighter 

Unlikely to quit ,Perhaps I say I am a bad writer.......

I Say I am a Bad Writer : S.D

Good guys-VENUS-Bad guys!

Good guys-VENUS-Bad guys!

The classic case of being “Just friends” is kind of new scripted mantra to keep distance from demises of being commited to something which is most likely against your free bird nature. But if you look around you almost run to a conclusion, if you are a guy, and deny till death if you are a girl, that : Good guys end up being " just friends" and potentially Bad guys ends up as "Boyfriends". Well I blame it on theory of evolution - The "Potentially" aggressive man can come over the cuddly sweet chap most often, if not by hook then by crook. The adrenalin rush just gets it for them.

Don't you think so that’s called the manly attitude in most cover speeches, any girl effectively make to highlight her new crush? For our cuddly guys - the max you get is – “He is so cute”! There is no shortage of exemplars around if you see from all sects of living beings. The story remains the same, either you like it, accept the ugly truth and become a dark knight or be a soft toy.

Well there is another page to the theory which says that guys pretend to be dumb to get into girls, you show your cuddly, cute chin face with honey coated smile on it and there you go! You got the jack- potJ. You just have to pretend truthfully that you are dumb on it, rest is automated. Be an ally and you will get your timely perks. 

Girls have an advantage on it any way, I blame it on the male/female ratio since the time the eve wanted to have apple and Adam wanted her. Females have a choice. It’s designed that way in their genes by god. No pun intended all species have a plan B on card most lifetimes they live. Be it a guy, a Teddy bear, or a G.I Joe with biceps of size of a log or a girl who choose the progression of genes.

Well both types are amidst contrasting war from the time it all begun. It depend on the Venus, which Mars she wants to land upon. There are all type of choices around.

For people who are on plan B or in transition phase between plans here are few common coffee beans you would love to smell and you are free to imagine

 “We are just good friends, media always created hype, we still talk to each other”

 “Yea I have been living next door to her…… no!! We are just friends”

Crutches : Skates

           Trickling down the memory lane like the snow dripping from sealing's cane , I realized a lesson long learnt by most humans and ignored by remaining ones; that  "when heart seek crutches, our brain is already on skates" . Sounds complicated ? no wonders , most of my lectures from school of thoughts are like that. Generosity of commoners and Trivial ignorant reader's expectations are things I don't always amass upon. They make me think too bland !

Limping back to aim of the evening's propaganda, Whats makes me say " When our heart seek crutches , our brain skids on skates "; our brain precedes our heart , he reacts fast and never sink in marshy lands of emotions. He think in numbers(Binary) and deals in electromagnetic signals. Even if we leave the anatomy and physics behind ; and consider a more generic approach I am sure we have felt is so often. 

Two Classic Cases : 

1) When you spot the hot/smart/damsel/attractive girl with a sucking/dumb/undeserving ( According to you) guy - Every time your heart would seek crutches , i.e. it need support from other external sources :- 1) Male Friends( for Bitching through smoking/doping/drinking being few reasons ). 2) Female friends ( consolatory ideologues from opposite gender ) . You limp upon melodramatic cushions of these sources to support your heart. What about your brain :- Dude wake-up ! He is already making plans for assault mission, saving private Ryan.  

2) When you are with hot/attractive/damsel girl ( least likely ) , your heart would need crutches for two things a) your constantly draining pocket's weight is too much to bear  for little fist sized fella. b) constant cardiac arrest symptoms of seize resulting in collateral damage of loss of pride and girl with people like above. What about your brain : You cant stop the smart guy :) , he is planning for disaster management for the apocalypse expected to occur from both above reasons, else the best case scenario is he would be ball parking for the other girls around ! 

Long story short , Brain is always on the other side , and seldom with your heart and vice versa ; for those who want to give more credit to heart then brain . I don't mind , their are all kind of people in world. What I want to share is the revolting nature of human psyche , human nature through brain and heart . Mythology , and myriad of sages say good is followed by bad. Its because one of these two( brain and mind) are always thinking opposite to what is happening in life, thus eventually manifesting it in being's life.

                                                                                            

Dangling between the war of brain and mind: S.D

MYSTERY

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MYSTERY

“Who should act, without any questions?”

Breeches, tux, army muffler, Italian shoes and quite a good looking guy what else do gals would want (obviously the is limit tending to infinity here). Yes I know all of you can sense narcissism all over the words used so far, and you are right too. Our hero had a similar feeling when he went to the so called “Big fat Indian Wedding”. For those who have just read this phrase well this is yet another crown of western chivalry to “Poor India, Naked India”; for more feeling guys please say that in Hindi, for gals – what’s coming up in next couple of stanzas would make you get your shot guns (If you have any), Beaver claws (nails) would surely be up for a murder. Coming back to the subject of the story, obviously the Hero- with adorable smile, This Hunt had to be special because it was his* first outing to hunt, I mean look around cheeks and chicks. Scene was perfectly set, cool breeze rushed through the hot blood, sweat trickled on back of his* neck, excited, he started to look around.

{ Music – Here I am, this is me , There is no where else on earth I would rather be }

Scene { camera focus shifts } --- “I just finished seeing American pie, euro trip and gal next door back to back – So please bear if any obscenity in flow of words”.

 It was as if Aphrodite herself has taken several different faces and shapes`. Jaw dropping it was, {words in brain --- Beautilacious or bootiliciousJ}, perfect samples for research on topographies ;). Our predator was soon converted into the bait (A happy bait I must emphasis on it)

With the perfect back ground score –“love is all around us…Love is in air” He was soon in some kind of hallucination or I must say a different world, ruled by the goddesses of love and beauty.

{While the focus goes to the groom and bride for few moments—poor guys didn’t had much on this video}

Our hero chose her hunt, initial eye contact turned to witty smiles, and hindsight signals, A lot of feeling flew in air without any words being spoken. She was a damsel, her eyes , her lips , her neck all sculpted with perfection I must say. It went all good, as few common frens were bringing them closer (It get really clumsy in weddings in India), our couple deeply in hangover of each other’s aura were flowing with the emotions. They were just at one hand distance, the group almost intermingled. Picture perfect isn’t.

{Few introductory intros, acted as ice breakers, and it was all a hunky dories sequence) or should I say “Love at first sight”.

{We don’t have happy endings, If we don’t have a fight between villain and hero or Do we? what if Hero looses … sometimes he do. It gives high critic ratings.}

Something happened, something really dreadful, something which has happened many times in these typical love stories.

{ we will discuss this shot later , on the other frame we have a delighted love making shot going}

{Public affection of love, and dangling shots of flowers / or intimidating love birds. But since we are presenting an unedited coverage, I request reader’s discretion}

He was all over her, He kissed her, touched her (I really mean it ), She lifted Him , raised Him , He became excited ;damn excited I must say. They became cozy, really cozy, arms in arms. It was raining kisses and hugs. Lucky He, he get to feel her, so close, got to dance with her in public. The surroundings were having endless sessions of only two words, sorry total four – Love you , Sooooooo Cuutteeeeee. All this without saying or requesting, all unconditional love I must say. All what He has to do was to emulate her when she says or just gave that cutie looks... she was spell bounded by Him and His every little gesture. Grandiloquent – is the word which describe Him

Happyyyy Endingssss J

{Camera was about to focus on show the cast and crew page}

But than he* screamed in agony, turmoil and deep pain.  he* lost her in the battle of Love ,couldn’t win her from Him. Poor guy lost it real bad, I was there, trust me. So close and yet so far, and all he* gets was a smile in the end when she was about to leave. But that guy, that chubby little fellow had it all, I would have *&^&*….. No I don’t want to kill that little chubby fellow. I can’t. He was the clear winner.

Just when he said it couldn’t get worse then this and turned back to sip some water to calm down, he almost fell to tears to see the same little chubby fellow was with another angel (how smart are they[ chubby fella and girrlz ], and dumb are we …..).

Rest what happened was just a repetition of “shortest possible Love affair”. She loved Him not him*. It wasn’t the end of it , he* saw it in next three hours 4 times , in two different wedding, without editing all so painful to end him with a heavy heart and never-ending demise.  

Lessons Learnt:

1)      Look cute , chubby , adorable

2)      Wear pinks, prefer baby pink if possible.

3)      Pretend to be dumb and get advantage of getting closer.

4)      Fool them with your antics; they will follow your every move.

5)      Have a smile, each time they kiss or hug you and just after that pretend to be lost again, if you want more repetitions.

6)       Pretend to be smart, just pretend.

7)      Make all that clumsy little moves, they tend to excite her.

8)      Have that killer dumb smile always, and a feeling of  you want more of those hugs.

9)      Make yourself a little dirty with cake/ice cream/choc , special attention , even washroom routine are offered. Oh my god , I hated those little chubby cheeks.

10)  Just when you leave , pretend that you are giving her a flying kiss, mind me just pretend. You will get at least three more in return.

11)   Girls are the most smartest human being possible , They get all they want ( quite literally)  without resistance, zero efforts , in public ,any time, but provided guys be like the 10 above points , which seldom happen and thus the resistance plays such a imp phase in chasing and hooking up.

P.S.:-- Who was He and he*, I request you to take your imagination to next hill down the road. “A hunk, A kid, Or .........”. In short He is someone

 “who should act , without any questions”!!!!

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Those flamingo legs

P.S : the following write up is just after reading the English classic , "The Catcher in the Rye" - J.D. Salinger. I tried writing this new fully subjective way of comprehensions. 
flamingo legs !  

For all those son of guns out there, the article can turn out to be a obscene article on this helluva world, u can call me a moron, I don't mind I am I know that, but what can I do I am just filling to puke right in your face and spank your butts till they turn red to let you know that. "I am so damn annoyed, with you guys, u perverts, and none of you help me park my wagon in her courtyard, none of u”. “All of you just bullied me, my feeling and my senses which only spoke of “affection, love and desire"”. She, yea u heard me right for chrissake, She - Miss Jaw Dropper, my honey plum sugar plum has made me mad, a real mad man u know”. “I can’t sleep, drink or eat from past three days now”. Oh boy!! “ she is such a stunner , gives me erectmy looks u know” , “I know you don't understand that word "erectmy" , just use pervert mind of yours , you been hiding under that classic look of yours”. I know, U know, all of us are so damn desperate for those "erectmy" feelings. Any ways what can I say more about her, “I think those little flamingo legs, grape butts, and strawberry face "ripe and fresh"” “oh boy! She killed me”. When I say Ripe and fresh “I remember this guy, a cop, who used these two words in every sect of his sloppy pervert life, be it a girl or a boy, or even a old truck drivers with those almost naked little beavers on their shoulders in red and pink, I bet that truck driver never ever even had a hand shake with her”.

Forget about, having a dip for chrissake. Oh beaver!! , I crudely remember this scene in the film "one flew over cuckoo's nest” Jack Nicholson says  - “Oh chief , She was 15 years old, going on 35, Doc, and she told me she was 18. She was very willing, if you know what I mean. I practically had to take to sewing my pants shut. Between you and me, uh, she might have been 15, but when you get that little red beaver right up there in front of you, I don't think its crazy at all and I don't think you do either. No man alive could resist that, and that's why I got into jail to begin with. And now they're telling me I'm crazy over here because I don't sit there like a goddamn vegetable. Don't make a bit of sense to me. If that's what's being crazy is, then I'm senseless, out of it, gone-down-the-road, wacko. But no more, no less, that's it”. Poor guy ended up having lobotomy. They performed “millions of these little incision surgeries” as part of god dam experiments on soldiers in WW2 they will end up in hell for that I am sure.

Hey! Hey! Hey! -- My god dam mind, “mind is one heck of a place, u know it I know, he runs to Paris , and reaches to Tokyo and always takes a longer routes , thinking its a shorter one. But he makes it, in the end”. Okie so the problem with cop was, he caught me and miss erectmy on 5th avenue , downtown , trying ,drilling right in middle of the road in my dad's Cadillac ; now you see , hundreds of us drill around , don't we?, whenever we get chance but he caught me! ( chosen one may be ) , and caught me red you know, He told I am a minor , f*** him for that . Chrissake this land is for perverts, “they don’t serve u scotch below 20, when you drill that beaver, they say you r too young for “it”. “God tell them about hormonal changes for Chris sake, for which they announce 20 as “young for it" age. He knew “I had quite big dough (money), driving Cadillac, drilling hot beaver around -- Lust attracts u big time boy! Be it the mine for beaver or his for money, he smelled in my pocket”. Poor me! I ended up beaten, broken and eluded from rod, money and beaver respectively.  Its almost a year , I lost it; But god damn I am having that “Ripe and Fresh” feeling again, once again the spring did me in. “You got to see her moves , she is a kind of a dancer n all”. They say if it’s your day happiness comes in leaps and bounds be it dough, car or beaver. I found all my answers without speaking a word, “catch her in the eye” I must say, chrissake they spoke more of it, it had all of it, I must say, all- drilling, dancing, and her beetle, all of it”.

These cute little flamingo legs make u happy bait, “Please add this in the constitution – “blissful killing, just below the mercy killing provision” because in the former we are at mercy as well as having a bliss, which is deprived in the later form. All men are perverts and all beavers are predators,   

“Neither them nor the beavers can live by itself although, 377 has made it existence felt allover the place , god dam !! , for chrissake I can only think of kung fu panda fights out of them, you can never ever hunt beavers out there in wild west”. 
A shattering noise , broke my eardrums and then came "slapp!!!" --" you know the sound travel faster although it was a consequence here , "are you day dreaming , u bastard, you are such a jerk , a moron , I am leaving you right now ". "Tell me something I don't know  'flamingo legs" .............. 
Let me tell you guys , : beavers have claws too !! BeAware from Beaver.

55FICTION - PART 1

55 FICTION : PART 1 

Please find below, my first work on "55Fiction", I tried making them as interesting and surprising as possible, yet I left few in their typical endless ending forms so that they grow upon you and each one has a different ending for wide sect of people reading them.

P.S: 55 Fiction are collection of micro stories of exactly 55 words.

Hey !!! I just realized the acknowledgement was 55 words exact..woohoo J

He Sensed It:

 Immaculate face, seductive aura, shimmering diamonds in moonlight, swaying hair; she gave jitters to S.D; A few centimeters apart from him, they exchanged a few breaths. He sensed “confluence of bodily fluids”. They saw god’s eternal magnificence, closed their eyes for the last time. “Blood washed NH, Couple dead; accident on NH 65” – News Daily.

Confession of Dead:

 Howling cry of family and foes, He was a ruthless Mafia, they said. He Died in a downtown gang war. In the corner of the condolence room sat a beggar shivering with a will in hand. “I declare Sam as owner of my wealth; I seek confession, on this road to perdition”. I am sorry!

Caution Money:

 Girl’s stats and beauty ratios were his grad majors. Goddess of Love climbed stairs as a zephyr of change. Lecture bell distracted him; “can I marry you!” - She said, gave a flying kiss!. 6 broken ribs, bruised face – caution fee for matchless PhD, lost thrown (railing) from which he fell out of distraction.

Manifesting thoughts:

Listening radio, on her massaging chair she sipped her wine. Intimating features and high spirits made her an object of million's desires from evil to saints. At mid night stroke, a glass broke. “Vampire nights on A.I.R was name of the show". “Broken wine bottle aside, Lady in red found dead, teeth marks on neck!

And the result is :

Inundate sleepless nights, haunting dreams of daemon named : Result. He killed me each time with one sin or other (agony or greed). Yesterday night it was what I don’t know, the result were just announced on net, As I clicked Enter. My mom woke me up to tell , your results are out , you have ......

P.S.S:- Please let me know your comments n suggestions 

Trapped

Falling trapped to two, four letter words…

When I quote the above line, I think most of you have predicted what words I am talking about? Yes these are the words which have been there ever since the west was west and east was trying to be west. From Gods to Holistic Gurus to Spiritual Tycoons these words were bread and butter for them, be it titling them under root for all human feelings or trying to explain the meaning of eternal sacrifice to attain Moksha to the mortal warrior or crippling millions in world with their hypnotic effect. Although I am not sure because the one who preached it was approx. banned in West in year I was born. I happen to see the videos although and most of you must have seen it or have heard about it.

I don’t understand whether it’s a planned conspiracy from west that 3 decades ago they were paralyzed with it , now the same is happening to US (wana be U.S.). The infusion of these words in our daily dictionaries have had worse effect on us , we use them , show our emotions and just like an automatic toilet cleaning machine the emotion stops in a while and we move on. How simple three step process it is isn’t ? Indeed it is. Another example I would quote to embrace the warmth behind the second four letter word is : We fall for it so often ( such as – hey hip hop is so cool ( I bet many of us can’t even get the lyrics ) ) , just because your neighbor happens to lost his bolts , you passionately loose yours ,feeling a bliss of enlightenment within. There are enormous examples for this four letter word which happen to have a positive vibe within although and is considered safe to use in public compared to its counterpart, which happen to be a phenomenon likely to occur after the previous word was spoken. 

Keeping the tingling feather apart and moving on to the serious note , The problem lies in the commitment , the value for emotions and the realization of importance of time ( willful action ). We don't give a darn why we spoke these words with respect to the consequence which they must be properly used for , its a more casual scenario and both these Heavenly words have lost its glory and soul. We get emotional but we don't act righteously  most times, when we act - we don't stay committed to it. Whom should we blame for it , the judgmental media - who is becoming the new supreme court , typically corrupting the freckle light brains of our country making them more n more futile ; The wana be approach ; or the "MOVE ON" insulin which we are daily injecting in our veins to get relief from pain levels from 11 different dimensions n spheres which can be explained in different lecture in School of thoughts ...... 
I think self should be blamed and correcting self is only way out.

The never spoken LOVE Triangle

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POHA _CHAI_JALEBI

Imagine how will your brain tingle to your commands after an all night buffet of Gossips pot pouri, Spicy “Bakar” curry and bitching salads. It will surely be in a state of abeyance and abjure your commands and orders and ignore them bluntly. Confused? don’t be because this the just a upper makeup of the most romantic, spicy, aromatic, strong yet sensitive love triangle story you would have ever imagined with your grey matter .

Saturday, 20^th September, almost ¾ asleep I went to the near by, breakfast junction to have my morning brunch and wake my nutshell by having some Poha, chai and Jalebi, that’s an authentic Indian breakfast. I was so drowsy within my lost world of last night’s talk and movie that I assumed as if I am in a movie called “ Nashta bhi kahe Kuch Kuch hota hai” by “Chai Wala Productions” directed by Nimbupani brothers, and Music by our own Nashta Oscar winner K.B P .( P.S- KBP stands for Kanda (onion) bhajji Pakodewala) .

Let me introduce to our cast – Poha, and ever sensitive, soft spoken , an aam Nashta , yet different from heart. , everyday morning when he takes bath in fresh tap waterfall and get dressed in typical yellow turmeric attire , with grace of little golden onion flakes and peas giving him a natural Indian guy look, I’ll rather refer him as Dude from the small town. With his soothing fragrance of coriander and sauf, he definitely is capable of raising a few looks from the near by ladies.

Our hero works in a shop, where everyday he tries to impress his true love ( He is the role model of single sided lovers association ) Miss Jalebi ……. (Flash Back)

(Flash back – continues) Miss Jalebi , as the name suggest is our very own confused , unpredictable, enigmatic, sweet , candid , amiable , eloquent ladki , for that matter she is a hybrid masterpiece of the unforgettable bollywood & Hollywood beauties such as Madhubala, Waheda rehman, Neetu Singh, drew Barrymore, Asha Parik and Madhuri dixit. A serene beauty , with a mystical , spell casting aura of cardamom and Kesar. She is still not sure whether she loves our hero or not , thus always ending up in fighting with him an then repenting for it. How typical of a Indian Gal that is … isn’t ! ! J

(Present) …. So every day morning , our hero , try to impress her with his soft hearted talks, elegant ways of chivalry , and she reciprocate with the same delicacy , they look so happy together , and even our Nashta wala is happy serving them together in a special package called “ Poha –Jalebi” special. A happy couple after all isn’t……

But u know, how can the love story be so smooth, if it’s a smooth one than its definitely a infatuation , In our present scenario also , Don’t you think something , a special character is missing here . You are right... Our third angle of love triangle is Miss Chai , the Sexy, strong, sizzling, an aplomb, confident, and successful hottie, a true cocktail of Jeenat, shabana , Deepika , Julia Roberts , Scarlet Johnson and Penelope. She is the dazzling lady of new age world , yet she posses a deep attraction towards our very own seedha munda of town , Mr. Poha . She almost every morning spell bounds him with her erotic attire , in the crystal cup, her masala fragrance , and fuming looks can blew up any nutties mind’s senses off, poor Poha ram is just a guy from small town was an easy bait for her. Nashta wala’s another special package was suitable called “ Chai-Poha Masale maar ke” .

Each day , the Poha ram falls in a fits , whether to go with the chai or our own sweetie pie Jalebi , both ladies distinctly different from one another yet posses strong sense of attraction or may be love for him. But each day for him is like a new reincarnation and a new birth where sometimes he is coupled with Jalebi and other times with chai, but each time he is clubbed with one , somewhere down the heart he feel misery of the other’s detachment & he is never able to figure out who is his true love , because till the time he decides to reach a conclusion he is either already dead in the sink or ends with morning bowel soup in stomach.

I am sure one day he finally comes out of his confusion or may be in Nashta Life there is an option of polygamy , where he can have multiple loves together considering the condition both of them are ready to share him , what a night mare it could turnout to be , If it didn’t workout. And we find our Poha ram been burnt by chai’s heat and taking last breaths when sunken in jalebi’s sugar syrup out of gluttony of possessiveness.

Every day morning from 7 to 12 afternoon , the stage is perfectly set for the masala bollywood movie with people hopping in, buying there favorite combos, Suddenly my brain hits a reminder signal with the shop keeper bursting my ear apart shouting for his money. As I woke up from an early morning dream movie, I gave him his share and I took my favorite combo… HMmm guess what I might have taken , It would be easy for those few who know me inside out ( Kaminey types J) …. It is …. No No No J

Keep guessing my frens, till my next sequel of the movie called “Poha bhi Kahe Dil toh pagal hai”

A True lover of Indian breakfast

Forte Of Omens

 Forte Of Omens 
Turning pages of the novel I always wanted to read I was thinking I didn't saw an omen to start it earlier , Its a famous one; a world wide bestseller, is filled with clues and instances to make you believe that something like "omens" do exist . They may be hope of a pitiful heart or a curse of a young soul or nothing for those who think their actions are the best "omens" to guide their future.We all think the same as the last genre, but fall trap to it so often that we swing between the pseudo stages and surely get affected with them , even the brave of the brave , mighty of the mightiest shields bearers had and will be always affected by the magic of "omens" .

"Omen" --An omen (also called portent or presage) is a phenomenon that is believed to foretell the future, often signifying the advent of change. Its a force , a motivation , a curse , a idea , a hope , a start and all those adverbs of the literature which governs the verb , i.e our action and thus affect the adjective of the same , that's the nature/quality of our work.  

for e.g -- you see a bird and spell bounded by its beauty , its a good omen.

But what happen when you are totally lost in interpreting them , then to act upon, even if you don't understand or notice them . This is what happened with me , I had this novel always, but never read it because I never thought it would be an interesting one , thus would have missed it almost until now. Omens are not in our control they are like time windows from " kate n leopold,time machine - movies" the time,location and occurrence can be only predicted as a possible outcome not a surety, can occur any where , only thing we know to do is to make choice and act upon it , results will anyway prove it whether or not, they were for you or not .

Omens are not geographically bounded , they occur equally in west and east , but I think we see , search or find one; often then our eastern counterparts , they are busy chasing there verbs and are governed with outcomes of type of adjectives . Who has succeeded more , well to judge it there are more factors to be looked into , and i dont want to go into those. I know one thing we are masters of a language which require not no knowledge of languages practiced,written or spoken , Its a language of faith , trust and believe we rely mostly on . Even in hot soup of problems we rely on it , because we so often have prooved that we just make it the 11th minute and surprise all. 

This "Omen" or force is called the "The great Indian Jugaad (Ready last minute fix ) " We inherit it , atleast the new India realized the beauty of it from past two decades if not before , We believe in it so religiously that we have now relied upon it completely(at least for one instance) , and I believe that we will not fail this time ( MEGA GAME EVENT , Common wealth 2010)  and prove this omen yet another time as a success of the wild wild west, the land of serpents and snake charmers , because when we truly chase something whole universe manifest it for us.

The list of few of the most common omens we know ( at least WEST knows:) )

1) लड़की पलटी  तोह फस्सी , पलट पलट ......... :) .. if girls turns its a good sign for love

२) यार बिल्ली ने रास्ता काट दिया .... cat cuts(passes) by the road .. poor cat must be thinking the same.

३) जाते समय टोकना मना है. why did you stopped me while going.... if someone who care for u reminds you of something... u should be thankful than sorry :)

४) दिन में एक बार सरस्वती जी हमारी बात सच करती है ..... goddess saraswati , we make one wish per day come true so say good always , atleast that makes you a little wise , but greedy :)

५) शगुन अच्हा होना चाहिए , गरीबो को दान दो . donate , its a good omen , help more to needy , and become more needy :)

६) छीकना मत , काम ख़राब हो जायेगा . dont sneeze work will get spoil , poor work will defnitly spoil if you have a cold :) 

7) एक्लिप्स मत देखना , बुरा शगुन होता है , don't watch eclipse its evil fate for you.

and many many more , including the jugaads ( positive) omens. :)



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Doing Nothing gets us tired

Perfection on doing Nothing :)

Life is kind of round robin phenomenon , it goes in circles and each time one finishes another concentric one or out-centric one starts to unfolds but it just cant stop manifest things in front of us Even when we do nothing we are still committed to it and producing maximum we can. 
"doing Nothing ,

"Killing time" , 

"scrolling  mail box" ,

"reading junk mails " ,

" forwarding useless stuff such as sms, mms, picture messages and emails",

"Ignoring CC mails -- because they were just informatory ,we were not suppose to reply eventhough we can solve the matter", 

"engaging in endless saga of chain mails -promising reward, miracles - on forwarding it to number of people-- yet we seldom quibble about." , 

and favorite for most of us "gossip" we have a end to end empire of our gossiping industry - News are like a cigarette smoke it reach many , affect many, enjoyed by a few, cribbed by others and indirectly lambasted by numerous, all this apart from one enjoying the real fag (boy/girl) who enjoy or dislike this unwanted publicity.

And when something as us -- "whats up whats going on , how is life going " - we wind up saying :- 
" nothing much , going on , u say " and we casually forgeting rather pretending to be "vella" doing nothing. but we did so much to add to the local vanity fair around us :). 

we are always up with our devil shoes on to find new targets to cover up over emptyness :). We eggon this act of NOTHING doing endorsing it to next level each time we find new news to play with temper with manipulate with and at end of the day we say on dinner table with friends "what a hectic day it was" , when eventually the only work which we did was after 6:00 PM IST (way past morning GMT) , obviously we do need to give some answers to firangs :) , and whole day we had a chat window along side work portal, or plugged in ear phones ( talking to the guy , who sits diagonally oposite) , or playing T.T , chai break, gym break , fag breaks,coffee breaks with "close" frens -- All this to have our bite of latest news of the day if none exist trying hard to make one :) and finally we lay in bed thinking uuuuFffff, WTF so much of work.....:).