11 September 2008

Walking all over it


Having a conversation with Divya...

Me: Are you going to blog it (something about palmistry...wait for her next post for details)

Divya: Yes

M: you know i can mark the content as inappropriate...

D: that way your blog can be marked as inappropriate

M: But you are defaming the art of palmistry

D: you are insulting sanity

M: no i'm not 

D: then you're insulting insanity

M: no i'm not, i'm Hovering over it.

D: in which case your tresspassing... tresspassers will be prosecuted.

M: but i'm not tresspassing... its my property

D: No its not, your hovering over it... if it was your property then u'd be walking all over it.

M:    :-D

D:   :-)

M: I'm blogging this you better not

5 September 2008

Hua Kya hai



Written by a friend phillosopher and guide, Anuj Bhandari. This is a peice of litereature that i totally fell in love with when i heard it the second time. The first time i only understood half the words. 


Guzar jaati hai hazaron ki jindagi 
aapki zulfon ko sulajhte huae dekhne mai.

baith kar roop ki machaanon pe 
sun kahan paate ho 
un guzarti hui fariyadon ko.

door se baith ke dekhti ho
apne aashikon ke janazon ko
aur poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

ujad gae maekhane saakhi ke intazar mai
aur toote huae pyalon ko dekh ke 
poochti ho ki ...... hua kya hai ?

Jaala diye hamne apne aarmanon ki tasveeron ko
aur bujhte hui aag to dekh ke 
poochti ho ki ..... hua kya hai?

raat bhar aati ho tasavur mai
aur doondhlai hui aakon ko dekh ke savare 
poochti ho ki .... hua kya hai?

sanjidgi aa gai hai ab to muskurahat mai bhi 
aur hamari khamoshi ko sun ke 
poochti ho ki ... hua kya hai?

tum poochti thi tou haale dil bayan karne ki 
Himmat si jut ti thi
Ab to sara zamana poochta hai ki .. Hua Kya hai?

detae hai jawab tumhare in nadan sawalon ka
Karte hai mohobat, dil ki gehriyon se zaada
agar shak hai to lelo intihan hamari chahaton ka
magar bas ab na poochna ki ... hua kya hai?

Anuj Bhandari 



Laughter is the best medicine, but what when that is the disease.


This is a story about a time that was a while ago, about a place that was Hyderabad. It was the second time I was in Hyderabad, the first time being when I was very little. Now straight away to the story. From college a large contingent of around 14 students had gone to attend summons, the feast at NALSAR. It was fun, literally 9 days of planned fun. On one of these days we decided to go see the city of Hyderabad. Five of us that were free that evening went roaming around, first ate Hyderabadi biriyani at this place called paradise which is famed for its biriyani, it was okay, nothing out of this world. Then I remembered from my first trip to the city that there was a very nice ice cream parlour by the name of snow ball. Trouble was it was no where near where we were, but in the absence of any specialized knowledge of the vicinity we decided to find this parlour and have some nice ice cream. We searched till evening turned into night but apparently something had happened to that parlour in the last decade of so. Then we decided to go put something in our tummies and headed for this mall that had a Delhi 7, 8 PM, 9 o’ clock and 10 Downing Street we visited each and every one of these sitting for a few minutes in each of them only to get up and go to the next, soon we were in the mall outside with nothing to do, once more. Among the five of us that were there was V a.k.a voix. She was getting increasingly bugged that no one was doing anything amusing, she insisted that we do something, I really wandered what she meant but well that’s what she seemed to want something.

 

After this what I experienced is something both funny and scary. It’s the kind of time you think, was that not supposed to be the medicine? V looked up; saw a guy wearing a ‘Super Man’ T- Shirt. She exclaimed, “Supppper Maan” and burst out laughing. It was all fine for a while since her bad jokes are legendary. This however was different, she refused to stop. She just kept on laughing, for around 30 seconds I was happy, at least the whining about doing something had stopped, but the laughter showed no sign of retreat and after that I was wondering if that’s the way V laughs, for a long time. This went of for another few minutes, the laughter receded, but just as it was reaching its ultimate she decided that it was also very funny that another one of the five had bought a ‘thumbs up’ and was letting us drink it and the laughter went on with renewed fervor. V laughed for 20-25 minutes, I was freaked out. It was a proper fit, she just had no control over her laughter. On hind sight it is very appropriate, she wanted something amusing, she got her medicine, we got amused.          

16 August 2008

The Ancient laws of Driving in India: Fear the B


Since I was a kid and had first started sniffing at the dream of driving I was told always fear the B. Normally I would have wondered what they meant when I was told fear the B, but that was never a problem since I was given a whole lesson on the scary B’s of driving in India.

Bus: Top of the list. When on the road on four wheels, in the land with a billion people, the BUS is the king, hovering high over the road and the rest of vehicality, the BUS driver owns the road and therefore has the right to suddenly turn left, or right, jump red lights, come in the right lane and then turn left. Special note for people driving in the Capital, we don’t have an F1 track for a reason, we don’t need one. The BUSES put up a fairly good show on the roads itself, mass entertainment. The overtaking, the sharp turning, the G-Force thrills, the damages, accidents, casualties, drama, the Delhi BUSES have it all. FEAR THEM,

Bcha: Fear what you do not understand। Bacha a।k.a child. A child on the road can be more scary than bungee jumping. You never know what the child will do and the kid is never responsible for its actions. See a child, break, stop, wait or physically go out and move the kid to the side only to see it back in the center by the time your back in the car.

Baail: Wrath of the Gods. Baail a.k.a cattle. India is very interesting when it comes to wild life. You go to a wild life sanctuary and wait for days, and all you will see are the insects that you dint know existed. You travel in a city like Delhi and you’ll see all the cattle that gives you your daily milk. So what’s the problem with cows and buffaloes, they are sweet looking timid animals? That is true, but they are also among the laziest animals on the planet and here they are worshiped. So they take up their divine role and decide that there should be a divider ‘here’ and they will just sit down there refusing to budge till the next meal time. If you see a piece of cattle on the road, try to maneuver around it, if its sitting blocking the road, try to coax it to move, you will look very stupid calling a cow on the road with a few leaves, but it can work at times. If nothing works, then it’s a sign from god, you have not been giving the almighty enough attention, sit down and pray for the cattle to leave.

Bai: Bai (marathi) also known as lady. Now these come in two varieties and both should be feared differently, one is the regular lady, that will get scared when you honk, drop her purse, some thing will fall out she will pick it up and move aside and let you go, wither in peace or in pieces depending on what fell out of the purse.

The second variety is the deluxe version of the Bai called the Sari wali Bai, who will jut not know if she should go left or right, there is a latest addition to the deluxe version called the super duper deluxe version that is so deadly that if you ever see this on a road, slam the breaks, stop and wait. It doesn’t matter if the guy behind you ended up smashing is bonnet in your bumper, you still alive. This is two sair wali Bais. This combo will always as a rule split up one will go left the other will go right, usually the left will go right and the right will go left, banging in the middle, their shopping baskets falling, they will then pick up the shopping, decide where to go and then go in opposite directions finally allowing the car to pass just after one of the two did change her mind and decided to join the other sari wali bai. BE SCARED, BE VERY SCARED.