Speechless!!

Actions are based on your parents, teachers’ teachings or what you chose yourselves depending upon the situations.

But, what are those situations which arise governing your actions. Is it poverty, lack of awareness, illiteracy or anything else? Till now I always used to think that our actions are governed by situations which arise in our lives. As a result sometimes we take a wrong path forgetting our morals, killing our consciousness.

The maximum criminal cases in America are done by blacks, not because it runs in their blood but for the need to survive. I felt poverty and illiteracy (or lack of awareness) were the major reasons for such actions. But guess I was wrong.

I realized that situations don’t govern your actions but you do, your morals and conscious. What led to this change in belief was a simple event which really touched and made me think so much.

I got up today morning and did my daily business. I was really hungry so I went to a near by confectionary (alias bakery) with a friend of mine. We were sitting there and were having puffs and tea. We were just talking, when we saw 3 small kids from the near by construction site there. They certainly looked like siblings. They were holding each others hand dutifully as has been taught by their mother and one of them was carrying their sister. It certainly looked like those kids from “Slum dog Millionaire” or from the red lights asking for money. They entered the bakery ordered for one egg puff and asked to cut it in 3 pieces. It was really touching. While the brothers were having their share, their sister was just staring at the chocolates that were kept there. She never asked for it, though she had that wanting look in her eyes. It seemed as if she really knew what she could ask for. This even really touched my friend and he bought a chocolate for her.
This seemed to go unnoticed to her brothers. After having their puff they walked out of the bakery.

After sometime one of the brother came back to my friend and gave back the chocolate he had offered and bought few candies with the change he was left with. He did thank him for his actions but refused to accept it. I was awed by the whole turn of events that I got a chill down the spine.
I was just speechless and stood there in a total shock.

Don’t you think if situations really govern our actions then the kid would have accepted the chocolate? But he did not!! It certainly showed what their parents have taught them. Morals should govern person’s actions. But sadly in today’s time it doesn’t happen nor do others let it happen.

Touch Me Not!

No No I have not changed my profession. I have not become a botanist talking about the plant, “touch me not”. (I know you may have guessed it already, sorry for that)

Flashback

Long time ago when I was a kid (which I still am, so actually it’s not that long time back also. but for the sake of narration) and used to go out on family outings to anywhere be it visit to any family friends place or a showroom my mother always used to tell me “don’t touch anything”. If I wanted something I was instructed to ask permission (though the answer always used to be NO!!) for even touching it.

(At a family friends place. I really like a glass crystal kept in the showcase)

Adi: Uncle Can I “please” see that. (Hoping I would get YES as an answer)
Uncle (with a scornful look): Sure beta.
Mom: No No No there is no need. Sorry for that, he is really mischievous.

(At a mall, I really like this toy which was action hero figure.)

Adi (to the attender at mall): Bhaiya, can I see that toy.
Helper (with a smile): Sure! (Hoping I would buy it)
Mom: No No No. There is no need.

So the story used to continue everywhere.

But being a notorious, mischievous and rebellious I always used to go against them and do what I wished.

Shwwooosh now to present.

Today I was out with a friend of mine to pick up a gift for her friend. She had asked me to help her out in making the decision, though I knew it was nothing else but acting like a chauffer. Because I knew that she would hate whatever I would select. And I am sure it happens with most, girls just can’t shop with guys. They some how just don’t like our selection. ;)

We went everywhere but managed not to pick a thing. By that time I was tired like a dog. I just dint have energy to go anywhere else. But amazingly she still had stamina and energy (more than that patience) to still go to other shops.

I just don’t understand from where they get that added energy while shopping. At other times they would get tired even to walk 500 meters.

So it was decided that we would enter one final shop which was Archies.

I don’t know why girls love that place so much.

We (actually I should say She) started checking everything there that made it so special, right from the cards, stuff toys to perfumes. Wandering the whole place we reached the mugs with those “cute” one liners sections. And to self astonishment I myself liked those. So I got excited (more that I could say impatience and eagerness to get out of that place and go back home) and started suggesting which one would be better.

I had one mug in my hand and I thought that would be best, but not surprising enough my friend felt the other better. So I kept the mug in my hand back and picked up that one. But again not surprising enough she thought the previous one was nice. So I kept it back and started to pick the previous mug, but suddenly I don’t know what happened, some may call it a shake or a tremor or what, my hand which was rested on that stand shook and the whole stand with mugs FELL!! and few of them (Actually many) broke. :(

I was dazed unable to think what happened. I stood there as if I was attacked by paralysis. I did not react. Then a whole team of assistant came rushing by as if a SWAT team arrived listening to an explosion. That time my friend came to rescue. She tried to put the blame on equipment over there saying that the stand was already broken. But sadly they just were not ready to agree and asked me to PAY for all the broken mugs. Hearing that I bounced back to my senses and then tried my managerial skills to talk it out. I acted smart and asked for the manager.

Manager: Yes Sir, how may I help you?
Assistants narrated the whole story.

Manager did not say anything but pointed to a board stuck at every corner in bolds
ITEMS ONCE BROKEN WILL BE CONSIDERED SOLD (Something like that I don’t remember that anymore) and left.

But before leaving he did say something that sounded nice that time. He said looking at the number of broken mugs (which were 5, and each costing 150/=) he would give a discount of 10%. Lol. :) What a relief I must say :p. Certianly did not sound like a Diwali offer. :p

So I ended up making a hole in my pocket and still walk out empty handed. (Not completely, I took all the broken mugs to keep in my showcase)

And now I realized why my mother was so scared to let me even TOUCH anything anywhere.

Paradox of Life

People drive me,
Not in a limo, with me sitting at the back and sipping champagne,
Certainly not...
Driving me crazy,
But certainly inspiring me to do acts,
Which will lead to me crazy.

I am a kind of guy,
Who gets motivated easily,
And demotivated even faster,
Sad that democratic features
Empower India and Indians too much.
I must say that because,
People say different things at different times for the same issue.

I can say,
Though I don’t know,
What I am supposed to do,
But I do know what I don’t want to do.

Sadly I don’t want to do so many things,
That I am left to do what I already do,
And I continue to crib about it.
People again help me to decide,
Not what I should be doing,
But what I should not do.

True to my nature,
I nevertheless continue,
To get confused,
And consult people,
I trust and depend upon,
To drive me.

But I still feel,
Inspite of all the debacles I faced,
People should drive you,
After all Occam’s razor is essential.
That will be achieved by listening to people,
And do the exact opposite of what majority says. Lol :)

Am I What I am?

Today was a special day; yeah actually I call it so albeit it was screwed. After a long dry spell of outings, not as in outings to bars or pubs with friends where I usually get sloshed, I had a day out. I went out on a date. Though the girl was already a “friend” (read it as : that’s what every girl gives name to almost any relationship). I hoped or actually a better word would be “wanted” to add something more to that friendship.

It was decided to meet at 3.30pm in a café coffee day (CCD). So I was really excited and felt I accomplished a Herculean task of getting a date for myself. It indeed was a task because it involved lots of coaxing to convince her, counter arguments and statements had to be precise and articulate. You never know what a girl wants. (Actually I don’t think that they themselves know what they really want in life. :)

I had a beauty bath (Hehehehe) and then asked my friend for his bike. (I had to showoff right, and neways You should never go on a date without a bike…else you may be asked to go back to pavillion even before you step on the crease to bat)

I reach there well in time and took the corner seat facing the TV. After all they were showing CHELSEA Vs LIVERPOOL. So before she came I occupied the perfect seat for myself. I ordered mocha for myself and waited for her. I was happy for a while that she hadn’t come since I got chance to watch a nerve tight match.

Okay I should talk about date first and not about the match probably.

It was 4.30, she still hadn’t reached. The match also got over. I was as it is pissed that Liverpool had lost and also was getting bugged waiting for her. I decided to give her and myself 5 more minutes after which I would walk away. (I wish I did that actually hehehe) But to my luck (at that point I dint know it was my good luck or other wise.) she came. And hmmm she was looking beautiful. At that point all my irritation vanished and I was blown with her looks.

Now I feel it was the added dose of make up which gave her a face lift. Ha ha ha ha (evil laugh)

We started talking. (It was more of a monologue than a dialogue or a conversation) I had to agree to what ever she had to say and dare not contradict her. I had to listen to strangest of women thoughts about relationships and about life. Strangely there was not even a single thought that matched. I was getting irritated now.

I started cursing myself for asking her out. I felt the whole situation as a play enactment of book “Men are form Mars and women are from Venus” by John Gray. I could actually correlate each line by line.

But obviously I had to continue nodding my head in approval as well as appreciate her thoughts and ideas. (Just to score some points in my favor). So after a pretty long time when I could no longer take it, and thankfully to my relief she only expressed her desire to go as she was getting late. After she left I was sitting and wondering “What do I want, do I really want a relationship or I just want a person to fill the void in my life but at the same time not getting into a relationship.”

I dont know myself. I confused myself by asking this question. There was this battle going on between my heart and brain. I was irritated because I was doing so many things that I dint wanted to, neither my mind was ordering me not to nor was my heart wanting to do those actions but it was just to make her feel comforted and satisfied. There comes a lot of times when a girl expects you to act in a certain way which you catch (quite an exceptional case) but you don’t want to do it because of umpteen reasons but you still do it. That time you feel like an idiot and that is the time you have this unsettling feeling which is so hard to describe. It is not as if I am forced to do those but It happens in flow of the situation.

It is like "You have to throw away your self-respect, dignity and ego in love just to keep the ship afloat." - Shantaram. This might be a reason why I was apprehensive about getting into a relationship.

I really wondered what inspired me to plan this date and do all those acts. wowwww...!!

And I am still contemplating “what I really want and Am I what I really am”

PS:All the characters and story is fictious. There is no resemblence and in an unlikely event even if it does resemble then it is purely coincidental. :)