The Hindu : Opinion / Open Page : “I only want you to enjoy your adulthood, my child”

Hullo people was just going through the articles in "the hindu" as a part of my daily assignment and found out a great one.
please do take time to read this article


The Hindu : Opinion / Open Page : “I only want you to enjoy your adulthood, my child”

One year on

phew!!!!! one year on and the blog has survived thanks for your visits and appreciation hope to bring out new and better content out soon.

Cookie in my hand

This morning as I was listening to some of the old Punjabi songs from my pirate collection (what I call my collection of pirated MP3s) I was reminded of an incident from my childhood, I must have been in class 4 or 5 when my parents during our summer vacations took us on a tour of gurudwaras around Punjab though it was a very joyful trip for one little problem that the bus which our tour group was traveling was using very old set of tires and we were troubled by flat tires quite often and we had to halt every now and then for the change of tires. It was during one such stops that was at a filling station that the incident occurred. It was a quite noon and the filling station was at a distant place with no sign of any houses nearby there were a few roadside stands nearby it. As the bus halted the driver and his helper got off to get the flat tires repaired and the travelers got off the bus and made themselves busy; the ladies got under the shade of the tree and started to chatter while the men got under the shade of another huge tree and followed the ladies example. some of the men showed their curiosity and went to the shop where the tires were being repaired. The children scattered all around the place and indulged in playing, I however was a shy child and decided to be alone. While I was searching for a medium as to how to pass the time in hand my eyes fell upon one roadside stand where an old lady was sitting over and watching over an earthen oven. i was attracted so much by this that as after sometime I found myself standing at the entrance of that bakery looking curiously over the proceedings as i saw the lady pull out a tray and uncovering it she emptied it's contents into a basket watching me standing for sometime and gazing at the big round cookies that she had just emptied she took one from the basket and offered it to me. I was so temted by the look of that cookie that i decided to ignore the warning given by mother ("Do not take anything from strangers") and at once grasped the cookie and smiled at the old lady.(There's something about these old people that however cranky they maybe they give in when they see a little child) handing me over the cookie the old lady went on with her work. By this time i was captured by the pleasing scent of the cookie and the light warmth that it passed onto my hands, the cookie was twice the size of my little hands and i held it out with both my hands in front of me. By the time I was over admiring the cookie and was about to think of eating it my mother's warning sounded in my head and at once I ran over to the herd of chattering ladies in which my mother was sitting and showed her the cookie, and when she inquired where had I got it from I told her of the old lady and her bakery and asked if she wanted to taste it. my mother smiling took the cookie and divide it into two and gave one half to me while she shared the other with the ladies who had by now put their hungry eyes on my cookie. Delighted to receive half the cookie i ran off with my half of the brown moon and took a bite off the piece, the taste as I can still remember it more than 10 years since was by far of the best cookie I had ever tasted in my life. and by the time I was finished with my cookie I heard the roar of the bus and my father by my side who took me by the hand into the bus as we were ready to go. As soon as I got into the bus we drove off and from the window I could still see the smoke coming out the bakery chimney and remembered the taste of the most delicious cookie I had ever tasted and perhaps will taste in my life.

Inertia

Well hullo people, how have you been good enjoying the rainy season eh……….?

I named this post inertia because in my mind everything had stopped and had come in the state of inertia. The calm before i step into yet another chapter of my life.

Hope you enjoy reading and yes do comment I would love to hear from you.........

Today as I stand here on the hem of taking a step that can change the shape of my career I am reminded of my little cousin’s words about career. During my stay in Chandigarh me, my uncle and my cousin went for evening walks and during one such walk we were talking about making career choice, when suddenly I asked my little cousin the question which we all must have been asked when we were little kids “What do you want to become when grow old?” I asked the little fellow he looked confused and a little baffled by the question but he replied in his innocence I don’t know you tell. Most of the rest of the walk was spent by me suggesting him what he could do be an policeman like your father, no he said and same was the reply to his many other suggestions I had to offer and when I was running out of options he said something very thoughtful out of his naivety “Do I have to decide it yet” he said. Thinking for while I replied “No you can leave it for now” but his reply remained in head for sometime and that night when alone in my bed instead of thinking of romancing beautiful girls, I was struck by his words.

Do we really need to know or decide what we want to be in our life? Well as they say one has to have an aim and most of interpret it as what we want to be. But does that is the case what we need to realize is it is not we want to become that is important it is what we want from our life.

The long road back

Well here comes my first story bit of fiction mixed with a splash of reality.



A long road back is an excerpt about what could be done when you have along road to cover and have a lot of time to spare.
This incident happened to me last year. It was may summer evening my adventure started at 3 in the afternoon the temperature was soaring around 34 degrees but it felt more than 40 due to the hot loo blowing all over, I was in Chandigarh doing coaching for my BBA entrance exam, my schoolmate Rohit had invited me to watch the IPL match between Mumbai Indians and the kings 11 Punjab. We had decided to meet at the stadium itself I was living with my uncle back then and had a distance of about 10 kilometers to cover to the stadium in Mohali I took a bus to the stadium and got together with Rohit just in time to watch the match. We had a pretty good time watching the match and enjoyed to the fullest after the match was over we were satisfied and tired because of the heat we were sitting in.
We decided to go back as we were tired and after a short walk Rohit had found the auto rickshaw taking him home so I bid him goodbye AND THIS IS WHERE THE REAL ADVENTURE STARTS is suddenly realized that there was no auto rickshaw going to where I wanted to after a furious auto rickshaw scanning session to no avail I decided to take the "the long road back" it was around 10 kilometers and I was dead tired but anyhow I decided to cover the distance on my trusty feet.
As I was walking down the long road which had decided to conspire against me seemed as if there was a curfew in the city the dogs seemed to have lost their howl the traffic seemed to have stopped only things that made me realize that I was in a city were the distant growl of traffic and rare passing of an truck by my side, all this gave me the perfect time to fantasize and "daydream" as some say. The first thoughts were about the match I had just witnessed and I thought of why was there a crowd of players converged at a small place after the match and why was the always animated Shreesanth crying even if his team had won the match. Anyways I marched forward trying to enjoy the summer evening which was now much cooler than the day was, I think it is a feature of us Indians to quickly forget any of the problems we have and enjoy the present, same way keeping up with my Indian features I forgot that I had to walk such along distance to my destination. But destiny plays great role in deciding our destination and my destiny had more than a long and tiring journey. I won’t say that what happened changed my outlook towards life but it definitely showed me a different phase (one which I did not intend to see) of life. Anyways I was walking the long path back home and after walking a few kilometers of loneliness I ran into another salient feature of our diversified country (I don’t want to be regionally biased but I will have to mention this) and that was ‘THE BIHARIS’ there is a strange about these aboriginals of Bihar they come to the areas of Haryana, Punjab and Delhi (wild spenders and yes lazy people) to earn their livelihood and they live in strangely the same way as they do in their particular region but the thing that struck me this day was how easily were they able to turn the boring and dead seeming environment into a lively and what some people call fish market type situation but to me it seemed more than a fish market it was a pinch of life in the dead environment there was some kind of haat on, it was a sale of clothes going on little stalls by the roadside and along with these stalls were the regular ice cream vendors and the balloonwalas a bit further was the tea vendor without which any hangout spot in India is incomplete. And among the stalls and other vendors was a herd of people moving around scanning from one stall to other at one stall the ladies were doing bargaining the Indian style and on yet another one could find people browsing through the heap of clothes to find their choice of attire among all this commotion one could find children moving around playfully. It was a complete world by itself in that space of about 100 yards. As I was lost in that commotion of the little world of people I didn’t realise that it was quite late and I had walked only about one fourth the steps I wanted to quicken my speed but realised I was too tired so I walked slowly by the road the commotion of the haat was left far behind and I was once again surrounded by the silence and when I was too tired to move on I thought of pulling my hand out with a thumb pointed out and ask for lift but just then I decided to walk a few yards more as I liked evening and did not want my tiredness to ruin the ‘feel’ but this would turn out to be my regret that evening. From the back of my eye I saw a grey chetak coming my way I was confused whether to ask for the lift or not as I was in the dilemma the man about 50 wearing shorts and t shirt stopped near me and asked wither I wanted a lift I was too tired to say no and asked thanking him I sat on the pillion seat. The scooter started and off we went. The first words came from his mouth “Kitho aa reha hain putter” (where are you coming from?) I answered graciously “Mohali da match dekh ke aya han uncle jee” (Was watching the Mohali game). Just as I was speaking out the answer I smelled something foul (literally). The man was drunk!!!!!!!!! “EKDUM TULLI” well I said to my self just a kilometre to go what can possibly go wrong. But I was wrong once again I realised that he was grabbing my thigh a gay!!!!! I thought as I shrugged his hand and shifted to the farthest back of the pillion as I could go but the gay was adamant he left his seat and came on the pillion seat and once again tried to grab my thigh but this time I held his hand before he could grasp me and as I was doing this I thought to myself “kaha phas gaya yaar lift ke chakker mein” but my body said just a kilometre nothing will happen. But this ended when he tried to grab my thigh yet again this time a shouted “scooter rok” (stop the scooter). The man was shocked and he stopped the scooter and got off it as quickly as I could. Then I turned to the man and gave him a piece of my mind. My rage was uncontrollable I let the jatt inside me out and abused him with every type of abuse I knew, there is something with the language Punjabi when it comes to abusing they come out in a flow when I was all out of my abuses I shouted what are you looking at get off here. The man was shocked as he saw me leap into fury from nothingness he turned his scooter which was still on and went off. I was in a mix of shock and fury when an auto rickshaw appeared. I hopped on it at once and told the driver my destination within 5 minutes I was back at my uncle’s home and went to bed at once as I wanted the night to end ASAP.

Just an Idea

As i am receiving regular feedback by my friends that i do not post frequently enough so i have decided to come up with a new type of posting these posts will be in the form of short stories or incidents that come up in my life and also those i come to hear about so i request all you readers to wait for these upcoming posts hope you like them..

The ordinary college guy or gal(style-clothing)

Hey guys as promised I am back with my posts. I was thinking that as this profile is all about an ordinary college guy so why not publish something related to an ordinary college guy or girl or should I say gal...

what do you see when you view an ordinary guy or a gal well first of all you notice the dressing style and as our 'previous generations' say we do follow western culture may it be consciously or otherwise. We see a touch of the hip hop culture in the clothing of most of the college goers, while others may follow a punk look. as seen in many places it is a mixture of punk and rock which categorizes our clothing sense.


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Apologies

Hello readers,

Sorry about the time gap taken by me in publishing this post. Due to some or the other circumstances I was unable to post. For now I will try to be regular with my postings.

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