45 minutes==4 Stages of LIFE..!!!

Hey everyone

I m back..After not so long but still. Anyways hope all of you out there are doin good. So here's my new post. A complete knowledge of what LIFE is made up of. And by LIFE i'm not talking about my LIFE or your's or someone else's in particular. It's all about LIFE in general. Atleast thats what he told me. He who??? Read on guys..

One morning at around 1130 hrs I had my appointment with some eye-specialist to get my contact lenses done. So I had to get up early & leave with my dad to see the eye-doctor. So at around 1125 hrs I reach this building which had a kinda shady entrance--the ones like the typical commercial buildings have which came up long ago & then had noone to look after. Hmmm.. So I reach the desired place & walk upto the receptionist, which again was one of the typical receptionists you have at the typical commercial building offices. i verify my appointment & then wait for my turn which thankfully was 2nd.

The doc walks in like at around 1145 hrs & the 1st guy enters his cabin. I was sitting around, reading some stupid mags lying here & there, completly unaware of what is gonna strike me in the next 45 mins to come. The 1st guy walks out & its my turn. I look at the clock & it stares at me-- 1150hrs. I enter the cabin.

The doctor was a bit old-- in his 60s mebbe. I didn't expect anything different either. He asks for my name & then proceeds on with my eye check up. He puts some device on my eyes & then starts experimenting..hmmm.. actually playing with it. He puts in one glass inside it & then asks--Hows this..??. I say-- "Ah ha.. Not that good". He goes again. I answer. He goes.I answer. Fnally he stops & gets my actual lens power. I look at the clock again-- 12.10. He calls in my dad then to explain him the details & get his fees. And then starts a conversation which I like still remember. I simply can't erase it out of my memory.

After a little hi--hello with my dad, He starts. And man did he start well. I was just stunned at what struck me after that maybe because I was completly unaware of what was gonna shoot me off. He said--" Temme your age beta.." "20" I replied & then he continued as if there was no end--" See, you are just 20 now. This time is for enjoying & understanding what LIFE is. LIFE is a simple concept of four stages. Stage 1-till you are 25 yrs old. You are in this stage. In this stage your main aim should be studying & working for your future. All your concentration & efforts should be focussed towards building a good career for yourselves." I wondered what the f**k is this guy talking about man. LIFE..???Shit.. But he had more.

He continued--" Stage 2-- from 26 till 50. In this satge you shoud have all the "FUN" in your LIFE. Get married. Have kids. Enjoy your work. And understand your responsibilities towards your family as well. But ha the "FUN" should never die out you see." Man.. the face he made when using the "F" word was something to watch. It made the unhderlying meaning crystal clear to me. And to add to my misery,my dad as well who just kept staring at me wondering how the f**k am I taking all that. Anyways the doc continued--" Stage 3--from 51 to 75. In this stage you should think about serving your society. Your involvement in your family which now has like your grandchildrens as well, should be minimal. You should think about the society." I was just on the verge on loosing it now but was somehow controlling it. But He seriously had come prepared to give someone his piece of mind that day.

He--" Stage 4-- from 76 till you are alive. In this stage...." Knock Knock.. Someone comes at the door & gosh i'm relieved & i guess so was my dad. But He is pissed. The look he gives to the nurse says it all. I look at the clock--1235hrs. "F**K ..!! 45 mins!!!" I shout out loud, in my mind obv.

We leave the place as fast as we can & i promise not to visit it again. I seriously had some crap put into my head which made it go bonkers for sure. But I guess the doc surely might have enjoyed.

Cheers

Lalit

P.S: Sincere thanks to the nurse who came in & saved me from some more mental torture. But wish she could have come in a little early..[:D]

Enjoy

Insaniyat..!!!

Hey everyone..

You guys might have heard about the recent blasts in the Jaipur city. The bomb blasts ripping off the enitre city into pieces. Killing innocent lives. Rendering several homeless. Many children lost their families. The pink city was all red. Red with the bloodshed. Red with the tears of so many. For some it was victory & for some a huge defeat. But it's not the triumph of some "jihadis" over us. Or the loss of some governement against an organization. It's the loss of HUMANITY. Perdition of our so called "INSANIYAT". 

Have all of them forgotten that the ones killed can someday be replaced by themselves. Killing for no damn reason. How the hell is this justified..? Anyways.. my BAND had decided once to compose upon such a theme. And that's how this song INSANIYAT was born. It emphasizes on the one question wandering through everyones mind. Hope you all like it.

Here's the link -- PLAY.

Insaniyat

Lyrics-- Sudhir Khollam

dhuan… hai kyun itna dhuan
hua… najane kaise hua
kahan… hai chali yeh duniya
jalaa.. isme main kyun bhala

kho gayi…hai chaahat kaheen
ho gayi… sabhiko nafarat yaheen
kho gaya…jaise yeh caravan
ro raha…har ek insaan

hogayi… … kaisi yeh aadat
khogayi……..Hai….. Insaaniyat

dhuan… hai kyun itna dhuan
hua… najane kaise hua

main chala…ab duur kaheen
ho jahan… sukuun vaheen
pyaar ho…. aur nafarat nahin
jeet ho.. kabhi haar nahin

hogayi… kaisi yeh aadat
khogayi……..Hai….. Insaaniyat

Talkover:
Khaali the tere haath; jab tuu aaya tha,
Saath bhi apne kuch nahi le jayega
Zindagi mein teri,
mutthi bhar khushiyan;
mutthi bhar gum;
Par jeene ki vajaha phir bhi rahegi… Insaaniyat
Zinda hain tu is duniyan mein
Karzdaar hain tu iska..
Farz hain tera yeh karz chukaana
Insaniyat ke diye ko bhujne se bachana…

Cheers

LALIT

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SHE, HE & THEIR LIFE.

Hey everyone..

This one's a little bit off-track. But was just wondering whether I can write some serious stuff as well & mold it with some of my sardonic comments as usual. That was the birth of SHE in my "little-brain-big-looking head". Dunno how these cerebrations developed into a total personality & eventually into something which I could actually write about here. Anyways, as simple as the title to this post goes, the story below is the same--She, He & Their LIFE..!!!

Actually, you guys might be wondering what exactly these three entities symbolize . It might be " A mother, her son & their LIFE", "A sister, her brother & their LIFE", or maybe " A girl, her guy & their LIFE..". Sorry to disappoint you all. But I could think only on the lines of the last option. Man, writing about a "Mother & Son"pair is too difficult I feel & "Sister- Brother" blogs don't sell that much.. haha. So I chose to be safe & sell-able. Here's how it goes.

She was a simple, average girl & He was no difference. Both had a simple LIFE until they met each other & it all turned opposite. They met through a common friend which soon was gonna become an “uncommon” one. As expected, slowly & gradually, He & She became the best of friends. People started raising their eyebrows. But got the same old reply—“We are JUST FRIENDS”. Days weren’t complete for them unless they spent hours of it talking to each other. Days turned into weeks. Weeks into months. And Months into years. Actually only a year. Years is too long a period & I don’t have that much of time as well to insert a twist in the story. So yea. Where was I. Ha. And months into “a year”. The day arrived when they completed one year of their “AMBUJA CEMENT “ types friendship. Why AMBUJA CEMENT..? C’mon people..You haven’t heard –“IS CEMENT MEIN JAAN (LIFE) HAIN..”. Even their friendship had a LIFE & it was time to give that LIFE an altogether new & different meaning. He somehow collected all the bits & pieces of courage he had in him & proposed She. She couldn’t believe what struck her but couldn’t resist the effect either. It was one of those enthralling moments of She’s LIFE. Also He’s. As expected She said YES. She had to. Otherwise how could I go ahead with my storyline. So for me, She & He were finally more than “JUST FRIENDS”. Their LIFE had begun.

Days became more & more beautiful as they passed. She just couldn’t imagine her LIFE without He. They hugged. They kissed. They were inseparable. But as they say, every good thing in this world has to come to an end, She & He’s LIFE was taking the same route. Understanding each other was soon replaced by the “blame game”. The use of “We” soon vanished & took the devilish form of “Me & You”. Hours of talking were reduced to minutes, even seconds at times. Reason for all this—no one knew. Not even She & He. She thought about the same old crap—“He’s two-timing me”& He thought –“She doesn’t understand me anymore”. A perfect time for me to insert another twist in the story & I did. She & He met for what you call the “last time” on one fine day. She & He both understood each other’s silence. They say—“Silence speaks louder than words at times. You just need to have the right set of ears”. She & He both did. It was time for that dreaded moment. He somehow again collected all the bits & pieces of courage he had in him & called it off only to see She doing the same. It was again one of the most enthralling moments of She’s & He’s LIFE. Individual & together both. One second, one word & it was all over. She & He parted ways.

She was shattered. Her LIFE was hurt & so were her studies. Her career was on stake because of her state of mind. Everyone around her blamed her for her mistake. A million pieces of her heart confused her day in & day out. She had the anger & frustration inside her. Just couldn’t vent it out somehow. At times She thought of ending her LIFE. But She was not a coward. She thought of writing it all. Writing about her LIFE. She wrote her heart out. Wrote on dry papers. Made them wet. Wrote as if it was her last times. But all her writing had one thing in common. She kept asking He why he did that to her in them. Just kept wondering why it had to happen with her. (It had to dahlin… Or else how could I write this post..lol) Anyways burnt & broken as She was, She just couldn’t move on. She felt hurt & helpless & confided everything in Someone. Someone was She’s good friend & that someone helped her move on. The only line that She remembers someone telling her was—“You liked him & like him still is your very own personal right. Noone can deny that from you. Not even He.” She understood the underlying meaning of that simple sentence. And She learnt the meaning of LIFE.

She still lives in the same mood as she used to be. She still likes He. Maybe loves He as well. She learnt the lesson of LIFE. Maybe the hard way but she did. She’s happy now. Happy with the her LIFE..

Now you guys might be wondering why I wrote about She. Dunno. Just felt like writing. Maybe some “She” or “He” can actually relate to it or maybe not. Actually the irony of LIFE is that—“ We live our life FORWARD but tend to learn it BACKWARDS. We see , we learn & we live. We always think that looking back at all the sad moments in LIFE would make us laugh on them someday but never believe that looking at all the happy ones will actually make us cry. That’s what makes LIFE so interesting as it did for She. “ Phew.. It took me a lot to frame that correctly..haha..

Cheers

LALIT

P.S: I guess I can actually write a lil bit of serious stuff. Hope it wasn’t boring. Even if it was I just don’t give a fudge..

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"MICA BITWAAH KI MITHAI"...

Hey everyone..

Here I go again reminiscing another funny incident of my life to post in my new blog...Again before starting I'm sorry for using another insane title to the post. Anyways here’s how this one goes..

It was my first year of engineering at V.J.T.I & my 2^nd semester in the college. We Engineers have like a very crappy 1st year in college where in we are suppose to study all the subjects common to all engineering fields. So we had subjects like Mechanics, Graphics, BME, EE etc etc.. Of all of them the crappiest I found was Applied Sciences which had like the sickos—Physics & Chemistry in it. People loved to hate these two & I wasn’t an exception. This incident is related to one of these & also to my friend’s uncanny knowledge about the whacky titles of practically all the “BHOJPURI” movie titles. (Thanks to him, I now can devise my own whacky titles..!!)

It was one of those sick Chemistry lectures on one fine afternoon. Boring it was as usual and icing on the cake was the boring professor. But thankfully it was never boring for us. Actually no lecture was. Because we used to pass cheap, sick comments & play paper ball fight during the lectures. So it was fun. So what happened was this Madam of ours was teaching us some sick chapter about some elements and compounds & stuff. Mind you guys she had a very funny accent which made us laugh like anything.

We were sitting on the last bench—me & two of my friends amongst whom one was a girl. My other friends were sitting ahead of us & the Madam was as usual explaining something from the dais. My other friend had got some MITHAI BOX from Mathura which he opened during the lecture. We three ate the last few bites left in the box but it still had some few minute particles inside. We wondered what to do with the box when out of the blue my friend who was sitting beside me ( ..the BHOJPURI movie master..) took the box in his hands, hurled it around & threw it on of the guys sitting on the 2^nd bench. The entire class bursted into a thunderous laughter & pity the victim, he was all in MITHAI.. haha. I just couldn’t control my laughter. The madam heard the roar & came down from the dais & gave the old obsolete warning speeches. Thankfully she couldn’t gauge what happened. But we were still laughing somehow, hiding our face, going below the benches…hahahha. It was not over as yet.

The madam then started teaching standing near our row. We were still in a funny mood. She was explaining us something about “MICA”. As soon as she uttered the first “MICA”, I shouted “BITWA”… It was loud enough for the last 3 benches & all of us started laughing again. Btw people, “MAI KA BITWA..(Mother's Son)” was one of the latest BHOJPURI flicks released then..(Thanks to my friend I knew about this..) We were laughing our hearts out. Whenever the professor used to utter “MICA” it had to follow with a “BITWA” from our side. Shit it was hilarious...!!! “MICA….BITWA”, “MICA….BITWA”, “MICA….BITWA”.. She said it & we gave it back. And she was asking for more. More “MICA’s”.. more & more “BITWAA’s”..hahhaha…. it was damn funny.

As expected, we caught the professor’s attention. She came near our bench & started her same old warning lectures. But we, like some shameless nuts, were laughing on her face. She looked at all of us & said—“(W)All you guys think yourselves as EEROES…” & then looking at the girl sitting on my bench continued..”..& EEROINES or what..” That thing made me laugh like hell. She took all our roll no.s except one. We were thrown out of the class as expected in a mere half n hour & were saved from the remaining one n half hour turmoil. All thanks to our BHOJPURI master friend..!! Haha…

Cheers

LALIT

P.S:- The funniest part was that the one roll no. the professor didn’t take was that of the same BHOJPURI master friend’s. HAHHA… Pity that guy seriously..!! He had to sit for the entire lecture all alone while we enjoyed recollecting the incident outside. Hahaha… “MICA BITWAAH & MITHAI” saved our a***s from some sick chemistry stuff.. N ha before signing off ..Special Thanks to the BHOJPURI movies for gifting us with such whacky titles. Ciao

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PASHYA 'DA' FATKA, VIR 'DA' DHABA & KULCHAND 'DA' PAAN

Hey everyone..
This is my first blog. I was waiting for quite a long time, finding different reasons to start blogging but just clouldn't find an interesting subject to write upon or may be i was just lazying around avoiding it intentionally..(hmm.. this one actually sounds genuine..). But anyways here I am. Finally penning down my first blog. Here it goes...OK.. one more thing..Now before starting off, I apologize for that insane title. But just couldn't resist using it. Reason, you guys will find out as u read on. So, here it goes.. again..

My exams got done on friday & dad had already made a plan for the weekend. I was supposed to go to PUNE to some "aunty of mine's" place. He really wanted me to come with him & mom to meet this aunty and her family.(crap.. i just don't get the concept of what our folks mean by "meet someone"..).Anyways i hopped on and agreed to the plan. Not because I can't see my mom & dad disappointed. But because they were supposed to go by our car & I so desperately wanted to drive. Yea seriously...The level of desperation was same as my dad's. Although his was for a different reason--getting a "free driver". Anyways , all things set & we moved out on saturday morning at around 0700 hrs & thanks to the "free driver", we all reached my aunty's place by 1000 hrs. And ha the drive was actually amazing.

The place was awesome. Trust me guys, we people in mumbai have forgotten the concept of bungalows. An entire 3000 sq ft area just for you & your family. Amazing... I liked her place alot. Oh. i just forgot to mention. She has a son, Satya, of the same age as me & doing the same studies as me. That was the main purpose of me going with my folks. I atleast have someone to hang around while our folks can have their same old "who's who & who's done what" chats. So as expected my plan was set for the night.

The coming night was simply superb. I wanted it to be exciting but it turned out to more than what I had expected. Satya called up his friends in the afternoon—“ Pashya, Anpya, Shikya &Vickya..”to meet up in the night. These are not their real names ofc but the “..ya lingo” which
they have can butcher any damn name in this world. So for them I was "Lalya". Anyways, of all the above, Pashya was kinda the leader. I could make that out in seconds after I met him. An average guy with an average posture but a mouth big enough to eat up the entire world. That was Pashya. After picking him up from his workplace, we three—me, satya & pashya head off on satya’s bike to live the night away. And yes, we drove ”Tripsee – Triple seat” The night had just begun guys.

As Pashya drove through the roads of Pune, Satya was calling up the others to decide the meeting place & I was just enjoying their conversation.Words which I had never heard before were given to me in opulence. It made me laugh my heart out. Pashya, as I mentioned above was famous for his “kidas” & I got a full fledge display of that when he was driving. His cuts and speed defined it all. Speeding away, he tried to cut away another bike on the road which had like two 6 ft guys on it & somehow managed to do it by brushing away the rear tyre. Satya started abusing and reproving Pashya’s act & I could only say “ Bhaga.. Bhaga.. Woh log peeche aa rahe hain..” And as expected they caught us in just a 500m chase. Damn you.. Pulsar manufacturers.

Now here we were. At around 0000 hrs, five of us in the middle of some “chowk”. The two guys called up their boys to bang the hell outta Pashya. Satya asked me to stay back as he intervened in between. Pashya managed to settle down their heads with some contacts of his & I was just an onlooker. After some talks as one of the guys warned him off ,the other just saw a chance & let out a big hand on Pashya's face. Satya intervened & even he got one. I was jus shocked. All you see in the movies and fight scenes is totally different than what you perceive it LIVE..!! Thankfully, I didn’t get anything. Dunno why. The guys just left & Pashya was furious. He just wanted to break open the big guys head. We went to Anpya’s place but met him on the way. Pashya explained him the “matter”as I looked & Anpya explained him why they can’t settle it the night itself. Anpya was a more matured guy comparatively. But both of them had one thing in common. Their contacts with the “bhais”. Ater a lot of talk, Pashya went off to freshen up & come back. Meanwhile, Shikya & Vickya joined us at the same place & Satya just said one thing—“ Saala, mujhe maaloom hain..yeh Pashya ch****a aaj rat ko settle karke hi rahega “.I was just looking at the entire situation & wondering what more the night had in store for me. And trust me guys I wasn't disappointed.

We were just deciding what to do ahead in the night when Pashya came in blowing the bike horn as if it were a train, all smiles on his face. We knew something had happened & bingo..Pashya did as Satya had said. He took some “Sachya” with him, searched the big guys out and even whacked them, all within the span of a mere half n hour. Now I came to know why they used to call him—Baadshah of their group. I was impressed. I asked Satya how he managed to do this & all he said was—“ Uske paas Sachya hain.. Unke paaas kya ghanta kuch tha..”

Phew..!! That was one close encounter. But now all was settled & we were on our way to "somewhere" which yet was undecided. I just wondered what more i'l have to face because the night was just young.

Unamiously,(except me obv..) it was decided that we are heading towards VIR’DA’ DHABA. On our way, Satya told me that this was one of the most happening places to be on any weekend in Pune. Pashya & Vickya had promise me one hell o a time & trust me guys it was one hell o a party going on. There was a bacchanalian going on which included young & old both. For the first time ever I had seen around 500 drunk people just doing the two things which they were best at—drinking & dancing. Music was overflowing & was adding fuel to the lightning atmosphere. The ambience of the place was simply amazing. Even a person who has got two left feet viz Satya couldn’t resist shakin a leg r two. The energy in those drunkards was seriously conducive. After an half n hour dance we were relaxing on one table, both tired & enthusiastic simultaneously. Satya explained me that all the people who work in the different I.T. companies in Pune come over in the weekend here to chill out. I was just stunned to look at the party happening. All the people unanimously shouted at regular intervals VIR ‘ DA’ DHABA… CHAK DE PHATTE as the owner VIR SINGH looked proudly at them. There were “Dhols”, “Nagadas” everything. True to its meaning, VIR ’DA’ DHABA kicked ass.

After finishing our food, we were about to get back on our bikes when Pashya asked everyone whether anyone wished to have a paan( betel leaf). I agreed & that was my mistake. But who knew a simple “paan” would shoot you so up high in the sky which even the “vodkas “ & “ whiskys “couldn’t. He asked me whether I would like to try the “KULCHAND” flavor. I agreed & when the first bite went into my mouth, the world seemed to rotate much faster than you had ever leant in your physics class. My head started spinning & for the first time I felt I’l actually fall if I take a step or two further. I somehow managed to go near the bikes as Satya & Pashya took them out. Satya didn’t have the paan. That was very good for me as I was traveling with him. Halfway through the journey I was returning back to my senses. But still there was a little merry go round like feeling. We reached back at Satyas place at around 0300 hrs. Vickya dropped off Pashya & Anpya and went off to his place. As soon as Anpya got down from the bike he fell down & simply couldn’t get up. All he could do was abuse Pashya for feeding him the “paan” while we just couldn’t stop our laughing. He somehow manged to get up & walk with us into the bungalow. As we sat, he held his head in his hands & continued the good work of abusing Pashya. Rest all of us were just laughing our hearts out. In no time, we were on our beds.

The night was just folding itself up. I was lying down on the bed reminiscing all the anecdotes . My head was still spinning & in that spinning head like moment, I spun a fibre of thought that I would surely write about this one of the most adventurous night of my life. I got up the next morining. The hangover was still felt. Pashya & Anpya had left. And I had just started the structure of this first blog of mine..

Cheers
LALIT

P.S:- Now you the reason for the insane title of this post & also the reason why i couldn't resist using it. N ha one more thing. Thanks for reading my first blog. Hope to find you guys soon in somtime. Btw here are their actual names...
Pashya = Prashant
Anpya = Anoop
Shikya = Shikhar
Vickya = Vicky & last but not the least
Satya = Satyakam

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