VIBGYOR!!!!!!!!

To see the full range of VIBGYOR is a rare experience. The most beautiful VIBGYOR is obviously the Rainbow which can be seen Galloping proudly over the black clouds across the sky.The last time I saw the VIBGYOR was when i visited my optician and he was checking whether I am color Blind or not.

This reminds me that its been over 2 years since i wrote my last blog.In these 2 years the colors of life have enthralled me like a Kid with a kaleidoscope.Since that time I finished my studying, Joined my Job,had Tunde Kabab in Lucknow,got soaked in the sun and waters of Goa, bought a car,attended the life imprisonment ceremony of few friends and off course the Prodigal Son did return to where he belongs…Kolkata.

The wondering clouds will not stop… they will move on.some will join other clouds,some will move to other skies, some will grow & some will shrink but the colors of life will be etched permanently across the vastness of the sky like a Rainbow and I am no color blind……

wE dONT nEED nO eDUCATION!!!!

 “YES!   You    !!!! Come and Sit here”. Suddenly the birds stopped their orchestra , the flowers started crying , the sun hid its face behind  a ferociuos looking black cloud, the music in the air was  filled with a gush of strong wind from graveyard. The hugeeeee halo above my head apparated with a pop!. As I gathered my stuff, the oblate spheroid (our Earth) seemed to have transformed into a narrow translucent tube. All my friends in the room  started to travel at the spped of light , leaving me alone in my journey towards the Black hole.

Yeah If u guessed it right , that was me, 14 years ago , when i was a small innocent boy wearing a white half pant ,carrying a school bag bigger than myself ,avoiding the smirking eyes of the classmates and making my way towards the first bench of the class , leaving my kingdom and its subjects orphaned in the back bench.

10 years have passed, I have started wearing white full pants, the school bag have been substitued by a small laptop,the teachers have changed their names into a lectureres( I dont knw why), the Misses have become mams. but the sun still hide behind the cloud, flowers stop singing, and the halo above my head…. well will talk abt it later.

There is a wrong notion in people’s mind that teachers actually put taller boys (and girls – in extreme cases) in the last bench.No !!! actually whomsoever sits in the last bench becomes more taller than the others because they are regularly well fed.Seems far fetched??? I guess no???

These are my top five backbencher moments

1. Munch! Crunch! Crackle! Pop!Of course, you can always hide the gyrations of the mouth with your palm and appear          to be deeply involved in the lesson being taught.

2. Tintin, Superman, Batman, Pinku, Chacha Chudhury, Phantom- need I say More……

3. Noughts and crosses. Book Cricket , Pencil football, WWF cards….Undertaker still rocks

4. The bull like head of the class topper, the alien like ears of the class monitor, the black hair of the Pretties Girl in the class…well too many

5. But what really stands out  is the “Brotherhood of Back Benchers” – where our motto is – “All for one and one for all!!!!!”

Times change People change , systems will change but what will remain life long will be those moments where we stood together to get one of our brotherhood out of trouble, when we all stood up to get punished for the crime we did not do,diverting teachers attention so that one can eat his food, and going to parents teachers meeeting with a confidence of a sniper. and to top it off passsing all the exams…….  not the silly ones that teachers take to see how much we have understood that they dont know the subject like us, but the exams of life where we inveriably come out with flying colours

So , To all the martyrs of back benchers ( cus they are crucified everyday)……… Hip Hip Hurraaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyy

PS: plz considr my spelling mistakes and grammatical errors. I am supposed to be a backbencher.

PS: as for the HALO that hovers above my head…..well, u are actually in it. so feel it.

I dont remeber my last chicken Free Day

“I dont remeber the last time I had a chicken free day”. Seems to be a fairly innocuous statement ,specially during  a cool summer evening in Delhi. I was apparently indiffernt to the statement made by my room mate. His voice seemed to be lost amongst the mouth full of Chicken  Chowmein  ( a chinese dish in theory  but more Indian in essence), he was having. But Suddenly a blinding flash of light bedazzeld my eyes. I looked up towards the source.

A pair of black eyes vacantly stared at me.I could sense, a 1000 volt spark was just emitted form those very dark eyes. To my utter disbelief, I felt I can see inside his mouth. I could see;a mingled mass of white, slimey, long ,slender noddles and pair of molar teeth crushing a tiny miny peice of flesh which we call Chicken.  Like an all consuming tsunami, a wave of  Saliva shatterd the very depths of my taste buds, making me paralysed and incomplete.  

After I regained my senses , it came to my mind that, Law of Diminishing marginal utility does not hold true for Chicken consumption.I was left in a state of unrest. I could not fathom, what enchantment can a Chicken cast on the minds of a homo Sapien who have a taste of its blood. Its seemmed that Chicken is an extremenly powerfull magical creature straight from the world of Harry Potter. It can captivate the mind better than Albus Dumbledore’s Legilimency skill, It can impart a stronger sense of mental illusion than Lord Voldemonts Imperious curse  and it radiates a feeling of Happiness,more Powerfull than Harry’s Patronaum. In essence its more magical than Elixir of life. And as I pondered upon the various incident related to chicken , I had a distinct feeling that we Indians have more primal instincts associated with Chicken than inhabitants of the other part of the world.We are notoriously Brand Loyal and we feel elated when we eat chicken and even when we talk chicken. We go as far as calling it better than sex!!!!

My restlessness permanently evaporated the day I went to the holy grail for all Chicken lovers; Kentucky Fried Chicken(KFC) outlet in  Delhi with my purely veggy south Indian friend.I was taken aback by a childish request to taste chicken for the first time. With a trembling hand, flutter in the belly and a pounding of 1000 horse power in the chest, I saw the tiniest piece of chicken ever………..

disappear into the  huge mouth of a fully grown up kid.

And lo behold……………

I was again bedazzleed by a lighting ………..

 

 

This Blog is dedicated to the residents of A31 , A32 of Laxman Singh Complex , Munirka, New Delhi , India.   3 ferocious , voracious , chicken guzzlers ( who can consume more chicken than a 24 cylinder Ferrari can consume gasoline in a whole day) and a pure Vegteranian South Indian who loves Our chicken as much as we do.

To the brotherhood of Chicken eaters all over the World…..Lets Chicken out!!!!!!

utterly butterly mangolecious

I had a feeling that the 2 months summer training will be fun. The journey towards Kala Amb was fun to begin with .Delhi to Ambala in a brand new VOLVO was made pleasant, by the oil quenched shock absorbers which absorbed even my tiny little hiccups.Things turned a bit dicey once we came close to the Black Mango. We were traveling from Ambala to Kala Amb in a State Transport Bus, with all sorts of people around me, in all form of sitting, standing and Squatting possible. I was sitting on the penultimate row with 3/5th of my buttock getting fresh air( don’t ask what kind of fresh air, but yet it was freshly brewed) and the remaining 2/5th fighting fiercely with the seat, which I am sure was made in the mediaeval period with finest  mahogany possible. No wonder it was hard and strong. I have no doubts that mediaeval warriors would have found this cushion, a multi purpose use; for sitting, sleeping, and in war for crushing heads. Clutching on to my huge suitcase and my friends bag, both of which had a tendency to fly away from the doors with the slightest possible chance and space, I just had a sense of de-ja-vu – Yes I have been in this situation before , I have experienced this; with Sharukh Khan when he was traveling in Swadesh. Then with passing time when the mind have settled and accepted the ordeal another bundle of images flashed through my mind. This time it was an advertisement, which won international acclaims and awards because of its innovation. The Fevicol Ad of  a Bus with passengers sitting on all possible places .I have no clue how my suitcase and my friend’s bag was still there in the bus after the bus came to a halt. But surprisingly I could not smell that distinct smell of Fevicol that makes it stand out even among exotic aroma. 

 But the training was indeed fun, but not in the way I had visualized it. It was fun not because of the work I had in the company but learning the life of second India. Though we have come equipped with two types of mosquito repellants, but I found that the mosquitoes here were quite resilient. We used various techniques like burning mats etc., but it only slowed them down. They were up and running once we were through. Then the 8 yr old son of our land lord proudly proclaimed “Kya Bhaiya?!!!! Paper lo aur maar do? It was funny to see 4 grown up boys in the middle of the night banging on the walls, squashing tables with newspaper. But 10 min down the line we had a mosquito free night. We also understood the source of noise that we hear every night before we go to sleep. I wonder whether MR Thomas L Friedman will still consider this world to be Flat.   

After spending a month in this place I could understand that a different dynamics work in this  second India . All the principle and theories that we study in the 10 – 15 dollars books in our MBA goes into the dustbin like a cheap old, torn piece of toilet paper. At times it seems that the learned scholars who wrote those books were a bunch of kindergarteners who were told fancy new stories every night..But it was while writing the report that I realized that why all those great scholars who came out with those theories that had nothing to do with the second India that I am talking about. It was then I realized that it was not only difficult but quite impossible to write into theory what drives this India. It does not have a set or bound rules, but it has unbound, unconquered humans spirit which can only be understood but not expressed. I learned nothing yet I gained a lot.

I wandered lonely as a Cloud.

 

I wandered lonely as a Cloud.

Ever noticed those white dashes of clouds that sway across the endless limits of the sky. A little white patch seemingly unaware of this world,travelling towards the know unknown. Moving in an unnoticeable swagger,they fly over mountains, dodge past bigger clouds.They can neither block the sun nor can they play hide and seek with the moon nor they dream to quench the thirst of mother Earth .why do they exist ? Do they have reason to exist ?

I don’t know the answer , nor do I intend to find out .But the other  night while sitting in front of  India Gate at twelve in the night , I looked up in the sky; clear black sky with stars galore, twinkling their charm on the colossal structure , and the moon with all its naked glory seducing every inhabitant . Suddenly a little white dash of  purity unaware of what was happening emerged from the Polaris, moved past the Leo , bid adieu to the great bear and slowly moved into oblivion .In a moment I travelled across light years , across the realm of history and to the places where no science have dared to take us . Lying beside  me on the lush green grass of India Gate Venkat aka venky  proclaimed “its surprising that ancient men travelled the world just by looking at the stars” ,little did he understood that in that split second I have travelled far and beyond. Celebrating the free spirit of the tiny little clouds I dared to travel with them for their quest for endlessness.

Its not that every thing in this world have a definite reason of existance , but every existance have a free will a free spirit.A conglomagarte of some healthy  , some harmfull , some useless gases, have no reason to exist , but they are good enough to fuel the brilliant imagination of human being .No wonder Wordsworth in his famous poem said

“ I wandered lonely as a Cloud
That floats on high o’er Vales and Hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.”

That night in that darkness of night when I saw Sourav aka tinu  playing with a balloon; alone,as if his whole life depends on that round mass filled with some healthy,some unhealthy and some useless gases ,It reminded me of that little tiny white cloud that I saw  few  moments ago . It was that spirit of endlessness that made a fully grown adult to behave like an innocent child, playing like a child possessed, celebrating his temporary freedom from  studies , his duties. And quite unaware of all this was Santosh aka mishra, kicking the grasslets into the sky, connecting to his love.

The Polaris seems to fade away , the Great Bear took off from his evening sojourn, the colossal structure of the India Gate moving away like a slow moving elephant, playing a victory trumpet. One thing remained there………Do we need a reason to exist in this universe,Do we need to have aim to live in this world. The question remained . For me  I would love to be the tiny little white,piece of nothing , yet free clouds , who go unnoticed, who don’t have a reason to exist but only an unconquered spirit to search for that endlessness.