Monday Blues - I

Sunday Morning 0830 AM :

Indira Gandhi Terminal - 3: Nikks hugged me. Here she goes,

* mujhe miss mat karna

* dhyan rakhna apna

* don't worry too much about me....

Demon within me: "Come on! just few more minutes to hear all these rants." Even the berserk within is afraid of good byes.

I, certainly hate these good bye hugs. As lame as Most Desirable with Sammy Grey-balls.

I could hardly keep my concentration on her voice. It was her eyes what I was glued to.

Somewhere on a giant television screen came a loan ad; "Jab ghar mein pada ho Sona tab kahe ko rona". It was a cacophony that marred me.

Arrghhh - I'm gonna blast. Promptly I said: "Ok !! Bbye.".

Demon within me: "loser !!! you shouldn't have said this, wrong timing, teri toh lag gayi @#$%."

Nikks: "Accha Bbye... accha apna dhyaan rakhna". Oops she does it again. "Yeah, Nikks!! I'll take care myself", I think I just left, thinking now, I feel I should have stayed for a while.

There she goes......I feel knocked out.

Back ground: awwwwww !!!

planes ki गर्जन !!!

Damn !!! I hate this. I hate Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jaayenge too and I definitely hate kids (a different story, later!)

I'm all alone in the cab !!! Lets go driver.

Sunday Afternoon 01:30 PM:

Galleria, Subway:

Eating has always been my favourite past time. When I get bored, I eat. When I'm sad, I eat. When I'm happy, I eat. Technically I eat whenever, wherever whatever comes my way.

Today, the check list had ticks on all the boxes. I still didn't feel like eating.

Demon within: Wooohhh !!!! I couldn't control lets hog, lets attack, lets screw this sandwich.

So I eat. The bread seemed dry, as dry as those female models beauty creams ads, before they haven';t found that magical cream....and coke actually shook my belly.

"dhin ta chika, din the chika ...... he he he he". A famous song from ready almost broke my admiration to a void.

I could well see a morbid fat guy with 3 foot long subs attending the call.

मोटू मास्टर है टोटल डिसास्टर ! I could well relate to this song from Udaan movie.

Amidst all the incoherent thoughts rolling my head, a glitter caught my attention, lightening struck my eyes. Actually nothing as such happened, it was a call on my mobile, ahaan..Dr. Ashish Calling !!!


to be continued.............

It feels......!!!

It feels as

if a meteorite hit me,

I just had a stroke,

the ginger tea tasted as bad as those egg whites today.

it feels as if, the berserk within me just cried for a while,

it feels the void just went a little more vile,

The headache was never such bad, the chasm felt never so deep,

It seems I'm missing you,most certainly I'm.

It feels as

if the satire is winning,

it seems I want to read Shakespere,

It seems I missed a few  beats,

the maggi has gone bland and chicken tikka seems tasteless

The morning was never so breezy, though it was missing the pun.

Aloof I lie down and the TV seemed bored.

Might be it wanted to start a conversation.....

It seems I'm missing you, most certainly I'm.

When will it strike 5 ?

When would it be 5 ?
I yawned while sending out a mail,
My work speed seems synonymous to snail.

A near flash on my screen, 'you've got mail'

It says,Sweets at me desk.. please help yourself.

My calorie meter is just about to explode,

I can read my manager's eyes, I could well forebode.

I can see few sharing gossips,

few competing with desktop screen...

And then I stare back to the taskbar watch and stare at the window,

Wonder, When would it be 5 ? sigh.....

I can well see a cappuccino turn icy,

I can see rejoices on the conference call,

I can see discussions for releases, few tense faces on the ground,

I can hear guitar ringing down my ears.

Here comes Aerosmith, dream on o'dear.

Thou shall be penalised someday, somewhere....

I turn back to the wall clock, its 5... is it a dream, is it a nap?
No its 5 PM...Sharp

Hurray !! I pack my bags up and start down to walk...

I realize then and there loads of stare seem to stalk, 

O'dear O'dear !!! You have just seen the Singapore Clock.
sigh...

P.S. The ode is a true story of a poor soul on one of the Monday blues.

       Re-written for an internal organization magazine :)

क्यूँ ये शोर और हल्ला !!!

क्यूँ है  ये शोर और हल्ला,

क्यूँ मची है ये धमा चौकड़ी  ?

उन्माद की चादर में क्यूँ सिमट रहा है, ये देश सारा!!

होली नहीं है फिर भी क्यूँ रंगे दिख रहे है चेहरे सारे .........

पतझड़ के मौसम में , पेड़ भी क्यूँ लेह लाहा रहे ?

पटाखों की लड़ी चल रही , रोकेट दिख रहे आसमानों में,

ढोल नगाड़े जमके बज रहे, मिठाई  बँट रही है  क्यूँ ?

हर्षित मुख और तरंगित स्वर, गा रहे क्यूँ जन गन मन !!!

ना  कोई लीडर आया यहाँ पर ना  कोई त्यौहार !!!

उत्सव का माहोल है बना, हर विचिलित मन है उल्लास .

कटुता नहीं क्यूँ वाणी में, क्यूँ नहीं दिखती गालियाँ !

क्यूँ सब है गले मिल रहे , बाँट रहे हैं बधाइयाँ ?

How I became JACK-ASS !!!!

Year 1999:
Somewhere in Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh.
India had experienced some finest moments in Services Industry, Infosys was on the advent of touching a billion dollar revenue, Y2K euphoria had started to build upon, adolescence was about to explore out mall culture, Shahid Afridi was still celebrating his 18th birthday, Ganguly had yet not taken over the reins of captaincy from our little Master, Twenty20 was not even a concept, BJP had smacked lot of asses around,Indian Army was too was smacking lots of asses...rather screwing. Indian automobile industry was witnessing a revelation......A change....


Unaware I stood as thin as a scarecrow, Story about me.... How I became JACK-ASS !!!
India had just found their love for bikes. Scooters were on the edge of an oblivion, and there stood my dad's Bajaj Super. Humaara Bajaj.
I was fascinated by the whole aura this scooter carried. I grew by it, nothing better than was the sight of my dad tilting it to an angle of 60 degrees sideways before start, hopping up and down to kick and there it starts. Race for a while before you zoom on to it. There was a desire to one day start my dad's scooter and take over those reins just like Ganguly. Yeah yeah... I still didn't know how to drive a scooter. A self proclaimed fear had engrossed me.


Watching my other friends around driving their dads' scooters disgusted me, that too a Bajaj Super. "Dude, how could you not drive a bajaj super ? Its the finest", Tunnu said. (God I wish he scores a dud in Maths.... 2 years later he did scrore a zero in boards). I stood as stone faced as Deepika Padukone in Dum Maaro Dum song. "Arrey itna bhi koi challanging nahi hai....bas race taan dene ka !! ". Waseem said boastingly. (His Dad owned Bajaj Cub, जिसे  ये शेर की तरह लखनऊ की सड़कों पे दौडाता था !).


Finally, I gathered my guts, getting into my red boxers, deceitfully taking the keys of Humaara Bajaj took the prized possession of the super. I almost dragged the scooter 500 meters, until I was sure I'm out of of Dad's reach. Chittu was waiting, he took this as a great oppurtunity to boast of his teaching skills. Final prayers made, I could hear Shaktiman saying in my ears, dude you are screwed !!!. I can hear Chittu saying "Yes, we can !!!".  
Intricacies explained, Tilting done just the way I had watched uncles around had done. I kicked, nopes It didn't start. One , two and three, still no luck.....I could see passerby smiling. An uncle commented out, "अच्छा नया नया सीख रहे हो, हे हे हे ! " (Darn you this was getting obnoxious, he still reminds me of Sidhu popping idioms). Chittu pitches in...... BRRRRRRRRRR. There it starts just like the smooth Coke ad. 


Chittu hops in. Off we go.......Hurray I'm driving this. Here I'm, this is me..... I could well see a Chandrachur singh within me. Then suddenly something unexpected happened.... A bull/cow DAMN...... All I could see was a black bull/cow (I can't figure out which one of that. Chittu says it was a goat). I can't hear anything. I can't feel anything.Someone shouts  "Brake.... you donkey... $%^%&^&^ अबे ब्रेक लगा  !!!" . I lift my hand in the air try to reach out to the brakes down....what the f@#$ !!! . 


Too late !!! Humaara Bajaj, Chittu and I were seen in a drainage. BLEED BLACK !!! Ahh its 11 out here time to go. Long story cut short.....
1. The back kicks gave me sore foot. I limped for almost 2 weeks.
2. Chittu gets bruised  and bandaged, I happened to get bandaged in after repercussions    (For each dent.... My dad dented me equally).
3. "गधा है ये !!". I made you proud dad.


That was just the start. Humaara bajaj and I never looked backed from there. My dad later followed the suit and bought a bike. I got humaara bajaj ! It stood tall in the ravages in years to come by..... Some damn guy later stole his stand. By the time it was sold, all that was left was an engine and a seat. It fetched my Dad 1500 bucks. My dad was as happy as ever smiling Uday Chopra. 


Humaara Bajaj is no more with us. Later, 'Buland bharat ki nayee tasveer' was replaced by none other than fast zooming energy efficient bikes. 
I finally managed to learn driving in 2001. Thats story for another day....Waseem crashed landed on an overbridge and that day I knew I was a sadist. Chittu never pursued maths, never gave a driving lesson and never piggy backed on my scooter. 


And thats how I became JACK-ASS.

The pursuit of completion !!!

After years of volatility around my lame thoughts there is something significant I figured out of myself. 

I have ADD. Before you could jump onto ridiculous conclusions....(what the f#$%?). Its.......

ADD stands for Attention deficit hyperactivity disorder . A kind of condition which magnifies my lameness, leveraging it 4 times. Leaving aside the in depth analysis of what actually could go wrong, I spill out the main crux. 

Under ADD a lazy bum suffers from ....

a.  hyperactivity (in contrast to what a lame ass I am.)

b.  the co-existence of attentional problems

I still remember how our biology teacher instructing us on dissecting a cockroach, talks about separating exoskeleton from the damn abdomen. Little did I know the abdomen was that of a a cockroach and not mine. The rest they say is history..... I left biology in class 10th. (No looking back!)

Forgetting a song in midst of stage performance because my eyes caught attention of a cute looking girl. (She's is my wife now (GRINS....)), and writing a thought within a thought making thought a mess... Priceless !

The incoherence, I reach at times is a feat too trivial. My thoughts too convoluted as our Didi's Rail budget speech, my dreams as messy as plot in UTRAN (Kya hoti Utran.... Please tell me...! ), my words as retarded as the dialogues of movie Maqsad (a 1984 classic starring Rajesh Khanna, Jitendra, the movie had double meaning dialogues for no reason).

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=K8bcXSYm_t0

Amidst the pallu scoops and palti hits doing rounds in my cerebrum, my hyperactivity still seems a misnomer if you look at my face. 

I can't recall when all this started, but I recognized ADD when I had trouble switching over channels to watch Jhatka with Zor and Dadagiri (I was wipedout). Attention problems were quite evident. There is nothing exciting than watching girls chewing pan and spitting on boys and bimbos and babas splashing waters around. I just couldn't stop hopping from one channel to other.

Now I get it, a Donkey with a difference. Whoa,  I changed the GAME.

Why did Anil Kapoor shave his chest ? Honestly, I don't have an answer to that. Ranting in midnight, you can't expect me to answer such bouncers.What I do know is why Sehwag tries to dance on "upar se aane ka, neeche dabaane ka......" .He was learning UPAR CUT.

The quest to have dosage of tranquility still remains.... The law of coexistence says "you can't choose both A and B, where A and B can be any of the tangible/intangible assets". 

For me A and B still create trouble. From classics like Gunda to Loha, choosing Piyush Chawala over Ravindra Jadeja (has Jadeja got his name changed ? I think so), Five point someone over one night at call center. Well..... (yawn)..

I feel sleepy... enough to keep my pseudo readers busy.

Ahh yes.... the stage performance ended pretty good as the other singer started from where I left and I still can't bring this post to a logical end. 

Carpe diem