When you feel you can but you know you can't

Dear Friends,
I'm sure you're on this disgusting machine called computers eventually to break the rut of - the daily cores - bacchon ko ghumane le jana, ghar ke liye sabun namak lana, wife ko doctor ke paas le jana. All these things even - that fat - pooky donkey - Called - 'Lala Bhai ! at the end of the road can also do.' If I start doing all these things - "The what is the difference between me & that elephant willed - pooky - Lala Bhai" ??? Head is reeling by now, How does the Puncture Tyre know so much ? - Then understand by this - I am also made of the same - legitimate / 2nd grade / extremely tensile rubber - you are made of. Tyre Tyre Bhai Bhai.

Now the punch -
Yesterday , I went on to meet, one of my Oldest flames - as in terms of - Companionship !! I'm sure we have kind of been - in touch - for now, like 3 years or so.
The immense bond of kinship has translated into :-

1. My sending her - some illegal - robust sms's - usually to which I'm also - pressed to receive - some - She has been able to send.


2. Her suddenly appearing once, at my residence, with another (But even a little more cute) - Colleague of hers. I was literally - betrothed - to her - When she did this - And in return, I even started - to write her mails (the frequency being - 20 days - to every mail).


3. Finally that day came - When I get an invitation from her - To attend her brother's wedding, and I am like - "Ki chahe agle haftey mein - Tuesday aye ya na aye, I am going to attend this marriage" and "Ladke ko kya dena hai - nahi !!! is all so impotent""Ladki ko kya sab kuch diya ja sakta hai - is of utmost Importance" - I gave her a magnet sticker - implying - Jindagi bhar mujhse - Sticker ki tarah - Chipki rehna !!! But, she definitely - thought - I am mad - and that too, to thet level - Ki Marriage Party Mein Magnet.


4. Lastly, the day of reckoning came - When Me , My Head and My Whole Body - got together - to go to the - Lady's house, and , Believe me ! Its not a house, it a HOUSE. I understood - I am not romancing the Princess here, but rather - the Queen herself, is on the taking. I am given a warm welcome to the "Drawing Room" as big as a domestic swimming pool. Some wonderful sweets are brought and kept infront of me, and lastly after that meekest possible happy Holi - I am there infront of her. A duke, from a - Vacated Island, with nothing but his smiles - Infront of the - Queen, who has just - chucked the IIMC exam, and made - half of Allahabad look like - "Jagram Ki Mithai Jo Bachti Nahi Hai - Adhey daamo mein kyun mil rahi hai" ???? - 1000 people lining up to buy, 1/4 of a kg - for themselves.

- I often think this when lying on my - kingly bed - When I'm hardest hit - by Loneliness, why do people have to think they are different - when actually God has created everyone, so different. Can I cook - the same matar paneer, my mother can cook. Or my mother can cook the same matar paneer, I can cook. Or - my wife can cook, the same matar paneer, my ex-gf used to cook, or my ex-gf can cook the same matar paneer, my Widower friend used to cook. Life is like this, even - the same cloth from the same - 'Roll' looks so different - When it is made to hand from the "Springs / Rods and Woods" - Every curtain in the house gets a different texture, different tone, and even different Feel to it, once its hung there - for the Time - of 1 year at our homes. No, matter what you do, what you put, or where you bang the Head, the curtain shall not change, When we can't change a curtain from changing - Whats the deal to change - The People Who Love Us !!! what is it , that we shall achieve !!!

OK

Now, some quick - recap - so as to how my life is moving these days -

• I wake up at 10:00 am around - to see - the Sun is up, the birds are - already - Dancing, and the Dogs are having a wonderful time.


• I take a bath - at my Bathroom, and think, Ki yehi mera sangam, yehi meri reti, yehi - Sarawati hai ............. Yeh ! Meri mati hai


• Then, off - to the Dining table - to find - The Eggs have been demolished, and the Omlet is ready - (No not the French or the Cheese) - the poor Indian Cousin - 'The rookha sookha bina pyaaz bina mircha - wala - Omlet' .... Actually many people in India - Use many such - Nouns - a adjectives to explain there's woes - Eg


• Nashtey mein kya hai - "Omlate" - It means - "Oh Lord ! I am Late."


• Bread and butter - "Das Baj Gaye - Abhi Utha Nahi Shutter."


• Paratha and Anda - "Loan returning ki last date thi kal - Ab milega - Kilo ke bhav mein danda"


• Doodh aur makhan - "Today I am the special recruit in the field on that lonely trip" - "Company bana rahi hai mujhe - Dhakkan"


• Aj Sirf Dalmoth Hai (My mother's favourite) - Aj akaal padney ki poori sambhavna hai - Subah, halke cheetey hai, dupahar mein - Humidity rahegi (sabke pet mein) ............. raat ko Ghamasaan !!! (Khali pletein - unmey - Sookhi rotiyan, aur - Woh Hastein - Hue - karele ki sabji) ........... Kismat acchi hui - to karele ke bhai - Khekse bhi milega......... (Ever been to Appu Ghar in rains) --- with all mud being slung at you, and all that rotten - Matar Kulcha - in the metro (rail) --- All liers would play the flute -------- "Aj to Appu Ghar - Mein Maja Aa Gaya - Andar To Jo Tha Woh Tha - Bahar Aye - To Mja Aur Bhi Dugana Ho Gaya" -- 'Ha Ha Ha' you're trapped - n Ready to uthao the majaa next time - with your Innocent pack of Majaa Lootney Wala's (family).

Now its time for some matar party - I can feel the heat of the matar enter everyone's stomach ..... So I need to wind this one up, But believe me - I have seen the The Animal Planet with utmost vigour and immense - Interest yesterday --- and come to the conclusion, the The Willed Beast (not the Wild Beast) ----- look ! you always thot your English is good. But you were wrong - It is pronounced as 'Willed Beast' ....... ans yes ! they are smarter than, Many of the "Willed Beasts" - we stay - in Company at our Homes.

Regards,

PM

My Love Life ! My Lonely Wife ! My Gradual Strife ! - Part 2

Dear Friends,
I'm sure you are in that phase of health - when - you are able to sit 100% on - Those greatseats of Power - God has - abundantly showered on you - a).The ceramic seat besides the dining room,
b). The scooter seat - on that Iron Junk - called Bajaj, c).The broken seat - Your place at office - kabhi alvida na kehna d). The Theatre seat - you much Popcorn & Cola -with the newly discovered - Atom Bomb - of your Office ....................... oho ! So many seats of Power.
So, it is always good to get you - come and stare at my - Blog, like - Hungary Soldiers - who didn't know - which "world power" - they exactly were supporting from the deadly axis to the deadly allies of World War -2 , but were fighting - incessantly, for glory (But ! For Whose Glory )? - Glory always remains with God.

NOW BACK TO WHERE WE BEGAN - THE STORY OF THE KITTEN I COULDN'T TAME IN COLLEGE !
- I MEAN THE SAME A-SQUARE - I MENTIONED IN THE LAST BLOG - OF MINE.
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I had this habit in school, where-in - I used to try and sit, in the first two rows - preferably in the class - as I thought - guys who do this learnt their lessons better than others. But the truth was - Contrary -
We had this "Mathematics Teacher" who was David Boon, for me - all those days of education. I was dead scared of his entry into the class. My throat was always - dry. My heart-beats went - to 120 from 70-80 (norms), and I always - prayed to God, If it is my turn - to get - The Jhannata - God - May That Day Be Today. I always believed in getting "My Dues" early. But, for some reason I never got the jhannata. I even remained - thankful to this man - He Knew maths better than AryaBhatt or Pythagoras - then, maybe a re-incarnation.
Secondly, there was this - Physics Teacher - called Mrs. Mukh.....dhay, oho - The Clone of Indira Gandhi - calling upon - Operation Blue Star almost every day on all those - Empty Vessels - who had no - Chemical Reactions -------------------------- anywhere in their body ---------------- Leave apart the brain. (I remember my friend - Sarvartha here - he was a favorite - of this Lady Killer), and my dear - friend, was served the hottest dishes from her platter, but later - on - the guy succumbed to - the atrocities. I didn't.
Now, the real reason, I always sat on this chair, which was - Just behind - all these Wonders of maths and chemistry - was that - I somehow - found this seat to be very lucky for me. I never got 'BHS registered Jhannatas' ever in these seats. Some sort of a lucky charm.
I had, this Bengali - girl in the class - Who could write poetry - like Shakespeare - rather - Even better than Him, I used to wonder - why didn't she - Go and do some - Eng. Lit. Course - from some famous - Art College of US or UK. But, this is life - Its full of mysteries.

Now, this A Square - had a something very special about her, she had this fetish of one colour on her:

1. Whenever it was a - teacher asking for a red pen - my A-Square had one.
2. Whenever - I was able to see - her skimpy - yet - Shiny - Tiffin Box ------ it was a red color.
3. Whenever - I got to see- the Inside of her Geometry Box - it was full of red color ...........
4. And, the most elated part of it - My Dear A Square actually hailed from the RED HOUSE.
5. She lastly went on to become the Red House - Vice-Captain or I think - Vice-Head Girl but something.
6. So you can well understand - what a Red T-shirt wearing girl on a red cycle . having some red on her lips . cud mean - when she is eating from that red colored Tiffin. Believe me - it can send - Japan - to support - America - if the fight is - Re-Fought. (I think u know what the pun here is).

Almost 1 year passed, and I found myself, playing all possible cricket with my Desi Gang of Pandas .. Listening to all possible music - My friend Yasho - had to give to me, and also, those - Special episodes of .Tempo Fighting - I learnt in the last days of my school life, I was waiting for that - silver line moment - I shall say, what I wanted to say - for all those long days, and longer nights - I was having - then.

Those were exam days - 11 th standard - Here was a Christian Boy (I think the only one in the whole of Eastern UP) - Who could speak Hindi .- better than many - Brahmin, Pandit guys ... and that moment came

A Square - Calls Me Up - To Ask - Do you have - some idea of what can come in the Prelims - exams of Hindi ?

And, there I was - like that sparrow, who - when asked where her house was - just smiled and said - Let's Share The Nest ! ------------- Dear A Square - "I think - my mind is not where it should be" ........................ and do you know why ?

A Square: Where is your mind ?

I Say : I am in love with a girl of my Class - and I really like her so much - that I can't tell you. I really - like that kid in her. She looks like an angel to me ..... and I want to tell her this.

(After a long pause of 1 day - just 1 week before the Prelim exams - The Phone Rings)

A Square : (sobs of a girl all over the phone) !! ---------- n then the monotone - "I know who that girl is - in the class - and I also know, that who - is that person ----- Arey Prakul ! I think - I am the only girl to whom you actually talk - only" "But alas ! My faith has left me. I don't think - I can do it now" "I still am a kid .................... why do you see a kid in me ------- (sobs)"

- I think - my first taste - of "bad phrasing" had already started ........................... it took me years to come over this mistake. And, I never told any cute looking funny looking girl - I see a kid in her. My innocence was stolen from me. And I felt - like - "An Un-Inhabited Island"

This event changed my life, forever - and - I feel - what no - Good English Teacher could have taught me - My A Square - taught me in a flash..... acchi angrezi bolo - Lalu !!!

- I don't know where she is now, and Now - I sort of feel, that I don't need to know this even - I have a girl-friend , I love her very much, but - for all those - days in gloom and loneliness, why did GOD give me this curse - of - Mis-Understanding ------------------ specially -- with that person, I sort - started to connect with - for the first time in my life.

GRADUAL STRIFE - Hence, for every human, is the fight he fights with his own - fears, under-estimations, and groans (that don't exist) ...... but are there in the mind. We should do - what we want to do, and, not We are made to do. Freedom - is from God, and, Any Efforts - to curb it - Can End in Dangerous - Outcomes.

My story of life moves on and on, and I'm sure - if I am that - Movie Star - I so often feel in me. I shall be there. I shall be there with her. I shall be there with them.

My first Film-Fare shall be her - endless support.

My first Oscar shall be their - hardwork and labour.

- With one last piece of advice - I would like to leave my readers here. You don't necessarily fall prey to the evils other do to you - But - there are forces - within - you too- That can surely - But curse you, and Kill you. Avoid them, and talk to God every night.

Me and my dearest friend and (to an extent - my Mentor) - Mr. Jacob - did build a Chapel on the campus, and the fruits are clear -

1. Mr.Jacob has risen from a heart sickness.
2. I have risen from the depths of - doubting syndrome and also my sister is about to get married.
3. Also, Mr. Jacob's son - is very much in Love with a cute girl - So - the Chapel was worth it.

DO SOMETHING FOR GOD. GOD SHALL DO EVERYTHING FOR YOU. :)

I would like to end here. I need some sleep.

with regards,

PM

My Love Life ! My Lonely Wife ! My Gradual Strife !

Dear Friends,

I have chosen a topic here, which every Indian man finally dreams to accomplish - one day in his very long (actually insecure), very exciting (actually ab boriat bardasht nahi hoti) and very eventful (pehle baap gaya / phir mataji / phir chachaji ..... har terve din - ek aur tervi ... kind stuff) ..........but very happening life.

BUT FIRST THE PUNCH - Today I had this middle aged Professor friend of mine (the tensile puncture tyre ---- as I'll now mention to him as) came and sat infront of me - and almost after a full half an hour of dhulayi by the College Management - the tyre tells me -

"Are Yaar Dekho - Mere Liye Jindagi Bahut Aasan Hai - Jyata Much Much Nahi

- Mera ek hi sapna hai ! - Just look at the Punch with utmost care now"

THE SAPNA - 'EK HINDUSTANI BIBI HO !! LONDON MEIN APNA EK MAKAAN HO !! AUR PAISA HO - AMERICA KA !! - Bas'

Lets analyze what he meant - "Dekho saale s::@r kahin ke - Meri pant utar gayi hai - Management ke samne - Tumne jo naya naya bean bag rakha tha Staff Room mein -uspe lot lot ke Mera dimaag dahi ho gaya hai ! Ab is be-ijjati - ke lifafe se mukti ke liye - Mein Sochta Hoon - mere paas" - EK HINDUSTANI CIGARETTE HO !!! USME AAG LAGI HO !!! AUR JAB MEIN USE - sotun - 2 - AISA LAGE !! - America aur London - dono - Jagah Ki Ladkiyon Ke Saath - Mei Ek Baar Mein - 3##$m (a very popular tag - most Indians never get a chance to actually do it in practice - but see it on those (taliyaan) .... sites)(All puncture tyres are smiling). KAR RAHA HUN !!

I don't know why people chose a profession - in which they - Only become like that burning cigarette - Which - Holds no good for the "Smoker" yet he feels - I'm not a joker !!! though the world knows ur truth.

TODAY I SAW - HOW A BAD - ASS - FOOL - CAN - TALK ABOUT - LIVING IN LONDON - SMOKING AMERICAN PIPES - AND HAVING - PRETTY INDIAN BABES AS HIS WIVES - WHEN ACTUALLY - HE - is not sure - if he wore - his 'c/@d&;' inside his pant.

But, All my apologies to such fools of self-destruction, because they - r like those - "Last and wretched soldiers who DON'T BOARD THE SHIP - Because they thot it wise TO DIE ON THAT LONELY ISLAND - FOR THAT FEAR - THAT THIS SHIP SHALL - SINK"

Its not true friend, that every ship you'll board has to sink !! There are times - when - God loses - That is where - these flash floods, these plane crashes, these Tsunami's and these Chicken Guniya's - start to take over. BUT TO ALL GOOD MEN, GOD NEVER IS BAD.

- Now My Topic - My Love Life ! My Lonely Wife ! My Gradual Strife !

- To some it might even sound a bit - pessimistic , but for all practical and level decisions - I have taken till date in my life - This is a very good Topic.

- Let me take the next few minutes to explain what I want to write here -

- Most Indians don't have a love life - they have a 'bugged' life.

- Most Indians don't have a lonely wife - they have a 'only' wife (for some also this - Motherly Wife)

- Most Indians don't have a strife (Forget the gradual strife) - Bhai ! Subah - Bas ek -sukhi bread kha ke - Ganda pani pee ke - Tiffin - mein - Dal moth le ke - Tooti hui bas mein baith ke - Paath Shaal - jaata hun ! Kaisi Paathshaala Hai ?? Yahan ! Dushala Bhi Nahi Dete ? Kaisa - Gadbad Ghotala Hai - Yaha - Khana Bhi Nahi Dete (Indian kids don't go to school for Education - Literacy or any of these racy English slangs) - but, all for fasting and feasting.

LET ME EXPLAIN THE "GR8 MID DAY MEAL SCHEME TO YOU"

- ek garib aur corrupt teacher, jisne 2 hafton se is school ka chehra nahin dekha tha - aaj baniye ki dukaan se - 5 kilo - daliya ! chura ke - uda ke - uska halua - bana ke - Apne School Aya Hai !

- Galti se jo bacche aj school aye hai ! Copy - pencil - ityadi kuch bhi saath nahi laye hai - Unke bhole chehron ko dekh ke - use apne bacchon - ki yaad aa jati hai. Phir woh ek ek kar ke - jab - Dushala / Mala / aur 'famous taala' de chukta hai - to phir - Bacchon Ko Awaaz Deta Hai -

- Lallu ! Idhar Ao ! Beta ! Daliya ka halua le jao - Jeher Nahi Hai - Lallu replies - master sahab aap hi kha lo - 'Aj hamara - chauthvi ka pandrava vrat hai'

- Pappu ! Idhar Ao ! Beta ! Daliya Ka Murabba Aya Hai ! Le Lo Pappu cries - master sahab aap hi kha lo - aj 'naag devta ka chatvi wala purab disha wala vrat hai'

-Krishna ! Idhar Ao ! Beta ! Chori Ki Gayi Daliya Ka Swad - 2 - Chack -Le Mere Lalu !! Krishna replies - master sahab aap hi kha liyo ! maine - pura cannaster bhar ke - Polio Ki Dawai Pi Li Hai ......................

NO DOUBT - WRITER LIKE - ANITA DESAI - WROTE A HORRID TOPIC LIKE - "FASTING AND FEASTING" - ON HER IDEAS - OF AN IMAGINARY - INDIA.

Don't Believe Me ? - This Book - For Its Failure and Utter Disgust - Has Won - Many A Golden Goblin Awards. Just read the following passage from one of the reviews I read

CLICK ON THE LINK TO GO TO THE REVIEW - http://www.manfrommatunga.com/fasting.htm

HENCE - I'M SURE - YOU KNOW - WHY MID DAY MEAL SCHEMES NEVER PAY IN COUNTRIES LIKE INDIA !!
BACK TO MY MAIN TOPIC
- Love life of an average Indian lover varies from 2 years to 2 days. Indian men are good, at falling in love - with the woman they have met - around 2 minutes back and thanks to the "Women they live with ! Although don't know much about" - "All thanks to the Great India Soap Opera Nasha" - Ajkal hindustani gharon mein Chulhe nahi jaltey, Dulhe nahi miltey, Luley nahi paltey - kyunki - "HAR HINDUSTANI MAA - AB - BAA BAN CHUKI HAI ! HAR BIBI - TULSI VIRANI / PARVATI AGARWAL BAN CHUKI HAI"
And the gr8 'K' letter for all Indian families has become - 'Kabhi kabhi milne waley kamjor aur kifayat pasand families jo ab kabhi nahi mil patey hai kyunki - Saas ! Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi - ka time ho gaya hai Lallu'
- So in short , The Indian male waits for the next 'Saat' - janams - When he shall - Finally meet - his 'Beloved' - the woman who shall love him !! (and not all those "K" letter words).

Talk About The Lonely Wife ::
Most wives in India, are so lonely - in their stonely, and moan-ly - Apartments that - They - prefer to stay out all the time - They get - away - from their - Highly ignorant husbands.
Suno ! Aj bazaar se atey waqt ! Paneer Le - Ana !
(Husband man mein) - Paneer ki jagah - Janjeer - na le aun ! Gale mein latka ke - Dono kud jatey hai - Chat Se - Jeb mein chawanni bachi nahi hai ..... aur she wants to eat paneer.
Suno Bagal Waley - Mr. Taneja Vaisi Nazar Se Dekhtey Hai - (Husband Bathroom Mein) - Saala Taneja ! Lucky Hai ! Itna time to hai - ki doosron ki Bibiyon ka khayal to rakhta hai. Meri naukri mein to mei kisi ka khayal hi nahi rakh pata. (Agli Society Ki Meeting Mein ! Taneja ka naam - Chukidaar ! Ke liye recommend kar deta hun !!!) .........All poor residents can save some money !!!

And Now About - The Gradual Strife -
'I think this blog has become the longest blog of my (not salivating) arey bhai ! blogging career'.
Gradual Strife - I mean that - innate desire - to meet one's long planned goal. It can be meeting that already dead and gone, never married girl-friend of your's - you always 'kissed and lied - marry me', or that 'Bank Account - that died automatically - When you decieted your American employer to pay 4 not coming to Office - the rascal - played DEVIL to your Bank Account' ....
Some may have this desire to buy a new "Maruti Dezire" it has a Z instead of a S
S - for superior comfort //// scientific innovations /// slim body
Z - for zulu - type styling /// zebra cut sea covers /// zabardast - engine ki awaaz (one dreams - ki baba ! ki woh - Ghoda-Gadi badiya thi - tyre to nahi phat-ta tha) ......................................... :)
But, to this gradual strife -
'Let me write something' -----
- This is a story when I was in School, and our then Principal - Mr. C. V. I.......s was struck by a meteorite. The man who otherwise score 99/100 in all other Principles - did something that makes me write this !
In a class of - 45 odd - Loggerheads - IIT dubbed, and PMT scrubbed - testosterone charged - Male Maniacs - of 10 years - Deprivation of the 'Female Company' - Mr. C. V. I....s - suddenly - pushed in the - The Most Cute Looking Chicks of Allahabad city, jise tab tak hum log sirf - uske mash-hoor Ghanta-Ghar //// Children's Park Zoo //// aur //// famous - Kaloo Kachori ke liye hi jantey they -------------------- ab hum they - aur hamarey samne
- Allahabad Ke Sabse Rasiley aur Bharpoor - parivaron - Ki atyant - akarshak evan khichao paida kar dene wali - Atyant Sundar - Behad Kifayati aur poori Tarah Se Majboot - LADKIYAN - JO - IS SCHOOL - KO AB SCHOOL - SE JYADA - KISI - BOLLYWOOD DIRECTOR - KI US - UNDER 19 - LOVE STORY - KA HUNTING GROUND BANANE JA RAHI THI !!! Jisme har teacher - sirf facilitator hota hai ! Har friend (4 males) - sirf dushman ! Har chaprasi - sirf - ghoos-khor Khabri aur har Main Faculty / Ya Dean - Bhish - Pitamah jo sab kuch samajh to sakta - hai - Par baba ! Dekh nahi sakta.
- We had this one little - letter - in our Class (the famous class of 12-A in BHS) - and everyone used to call her - A2 (Actually A Square). She wore - the tiniest skirts in the city. Her hair were trimmed as if - Har din subah - woh baal kaat ke ati ho. He bag - was a special - Post-Master ka dibba - and - always - Some tattered book - Snuggled out of it. Her tiffin - I doubt - she brought any. Every boy - was ready to make that - "Maa Ki Roti Achar - Ka Sacrifice" for her. But she only had what she wanted to. Her "house colour" was red. She was not exactly what we call - friendly types - But, the pompish - types - "Ki dekho ! Meri Sab Se Dosti Hai" ....... "And to top it all - What carried her on top - was the most important - Part of my life then" -
There were two vehicles -
1). A Broken TVS Champ - Moped (Mostly under repair)
2). A red color - girl's cycle - She rode - with her bag behind (Looking like the real - Samantha Fox)
- I often waited under the - sickening and lonely - but always awake - Peepal trees in my School, as she would drive in - on her - Cycle. The cycle gave a tring tring and, all such - guys with lost family hopes - would jump - atop - to look at this Miracle - of sorts - arrive in the school.

My encounters with her - were limited to - Chemistry Labs / Break Timing Meetings / Then Later A Coaching I Think I Only Joined For Her / At Times - In The Free Periods - which both of us - Like Waited All Our Lives for.
- I don't know - but in her - I found that kind of a solace -
- A lost soldier would find in a 'broken yet functioning' - transciever
- A drowning man - would find in a handfull of molasses
- A hurt bird - would find - in that lonely corner of that Front Porch
- A roudy dog - would find - in that - Bone - chewed - almost thousand times before him, but still - because of it - he feels like a dog.
- I shared a relation with my dream - that - was - A never ending - Compassion. Days passed, Nights swept, months closed by, and wirh every passing - tick of the clock - My mystery about her - took forms and shapes the Mind is so scared to create. I saw her weep, I saw her smile, I loved her, I left her, I lived with her, and - We even - Made a house and Bought our new - Maruti 800, but all in my Dreams.
I never chose to tell her - What I felt within - What a guy - who has lived for 18 years in a - Room of darkness, all stuffed with poisonous gases, could feel on meeting a breeze of pleasure, like her. I waited for every morning to come asap, so that I can go to my school, only to see - if she has come, or not. She might not talk to me, She might not never sit next to me, She might never accept all gifts the - other male students - had to offer her. But, I had to see her. This was Life 4 me. This was love.
The days she wouldn't come - I would try and enquire from - all who sort of knew her . My tiffins were unfinished. My classes all junk, and wastage. I even thought of dropping - the idea to waste my Time - at an IIT preparation class I had attended. The donkey who used to teach us - Never let go of us - without that - Bull-shit - Beetel Masala - that was so regular in his mouth.
"Ye Bataiye ! Ap Log - Nashtey Mein - Sine - Ke Upar Cos Lagakar - use Theeta kratey hai ki nahi" - Aisa na karne se - "Apko - Bablo Shaka - A Ke - Kha Jayega" - Why do parents have to hire such cronies - to tell you - "Beta ! Ab Hame Koi Phikar Nahi - Tum Maro Ya Jiyo"
But,
This bridge of "imaginative faith" - was broken that day - When - cupid - set my - tongue on fire, and I - did - what - any - Blind Man - Blinded By Love would jump to do.
I PROPOSED MY A-SQUARE. MY LIFE WAS ABOUT TO TAKE A TURN. MY HOPELESSNESS - WAS ABOUT TO GROW INTO - BODHI-SATVA. MY STRUGGLES OF LIFE - INTO JOYS OF REDEEMING.
BUT GOD HAD OTHER PLANS -
I was told - I was blind. I was told - I was wrong. I was told - I was asking for something that was not mine. I weeped at the phone. The phone didn't speak. I asked her some mundane questions - My A - Square - never spoke. My struggles in my school - with all those "Stereotypes" of IITs and Mono-Phones of PMT came to an end.
- I don't know exactly what day it was - but, once I got over with her. I was - actually all taken up by her.
- All - her progress reports - became - my Project Reports.
-All her, transfer reports - became - My Migration Certificates.
- All her - Brilliance Scholarships - became my - Character Certificates ..............
- My world broke when she left Allahabad ..........................
- My world further broke when she left India ..........................
- And, Today - there are times - I feel - Like that lone survivor after - the doomsday - Waiting to meet God and ask him -
'Meri Watt Kyun Lagayi Thi Tumne' .................................. 'Yeh ! Jantey Hue - Ki Mai - Kitna Pareshan Hoon' .............................................. 'Kyun unhi logon ko - Jo tumhe sab se jyada mantey hai - tum aisi giri hui Sajaye dete ho' .......................................................kyun .. !!

- I KNOW WHAT MOST PUNCTURED TYRES LIKE ME - WOULD THINK - AFTER READING SUCH BLOGS OF MINE - WHAT A - SCR......@$# up life it is - Finally.
But, friends, believe me - it is after events like these, and storms like these -
We understand - We are made in - Life - for a -Purpose - bigger than - These.
We are made to conquer - World - much more - Beautiful, Extra-Ordinary and Gigantic - than the One's we reside in.
- Punar-janm ke barey mei nahi janta - par agar hota hai - To meri yehi - Pratigya hai - "Is baar ka yeh stay wala part - plz censor kar dena - Prabhu ! I would like to make my - Original Mugl-e-Azam in 3d ////////// Digital Colours and Dolby Digital - Soundtrack"

I would like to end this part here ...................... but do wait for - my - final part - of the story - when I write again .....................

Till then with a sick leg .....
All chums
n Regards,
PM

Long Lost To Sickness

Dear Friends,

I am sure you've missed that tickle in the rib these 4-5 days, I was not here. But believe me, I was not - here - then I was actually not anywhere.

For all those, who have seen the famous "Hutch Ad Puppy" - I have one thing to tell - Your favourite blogger aka Puncture Tyre became the exact replica of that puppy , with only one difference -

'Imagine our Puppy' ................in the bathroom, in the classroom, in the potty room, in the bedroom (I'm sure you remember - the haunted house, in the middle of that farm, and besides that lonely stream - where that - South Indianish Looking - kid of the Hutch Ad stays) - I became the KID here, and my Leg - that irritating - salivating dog, that would not let me - Move anywhere - true to its service levels - All the places that are shown in the Ad are the most difficult places where - Airtel connection can ever reach. But, like most good Indian products and services - 'Khuley maidan ka sahara lijiye' ----------- Then your - Airtel - becomes like a "Doberman" and can chase you to tatters - with all the - TM and TD messages - it shall - start to send you, akhir mein you shout - from inside the bathroom - "Ya Khuda ! Mujhe Kutta Kyun Nahin Bana Diya" - woh Baccha Kyun Banaya (Ad ko socho !) - I get all these indecent - messages - to see - With these own - Naked eyes.

• Friends Nahin Hai !!! - Hum Banwa Dete Hai !
• Ma Baap Nahin Hai !!! - Hum Dilwa Dete Hai !
• Apna Bhavishya Nahi Jantey !!! (Although janne se hota bhi kya) ? - Hum Bata Dete Hai !
• Apni Man Pasand Ringtone Download Kijiye !!! (Uske baad pet bhar ke samose khayiye) - STEP 2 - Shower ke neeche khade hoke - Poori Takat Se - Saas - Khichiye !!! aur "Dhyan ko mastishk ke madhya mein kheechtey hue" - Apni hawa chodiye - Chauk Gaye - nahi koi gadbad nahi hai - Apka Ringtone Badal Chuka Hai !! - Ab agli baar badalne ke samay - phir sms kariye !
• THE UGLIEST OF ALL - "APKA MAUJUDA BALANCE JO VAISE BHI KUCH THA NAHIN - USKI M@ b#h#N - ek kar di gayi hai - Mitha Ke Taur Par - uska Rs. 30/- kaat liya gaya hai" but - that 30 is now with that sich & new symbol of the Indian rupee - Have a look (I've pasted the two images already above)!

But Above All - Dear Friends, I was not well enough to carry on this task. I have developed this disease where - certain - nerves of your - leg (specially the one from ur Bum - to your knee) - would ache so much, you will have tears in your eyes fighting with them. I have not been able to sit in my office, sleep in my bed, and even When - I'm driving these days - It aches. I'm sure with a lot of Massage and those medicines - I'll undergo - in the next 1-2 weeks, My Leg Shall - improve, but for now - even now - It pains and hurts !

I wish - May God - give none of my friends - this kind of a bullshit disease - where - You Can Stand , You Can Play TT - but when it comes, to sit in office, and work - It Pains.

Do Pray For Me - coz for now - I feel like that GABBAR SINGH who can shout to -

The esteemed Thakur (here my leg) - Ki ae Thakur ! Yeh pair Mujhe Dede ! Ye Pair Mujhe Dede Thakur !

I am dying to write more - specially towards - the biggest upcoming event of this century, not The Great CommonWealth Games in New Delhi - They have been renamed as the The Great Kalmadi Games (already played) in New Delhi - I am talking of this thing called marriage - Marriage of my dear sister, The Milestone No. 258, we shall touch - SomeHow in the broken car - we so love to drive. My everyday - these days ends - with a 'Plan To be Debate' - never - ending with anything concrete - With my dad / mom / my bua at times. These times of marriages are like - that phase before - the platoon bridge is built - Once Built -

- The Pipes Lie Un-Attended and Rusted - waiting for its first set of 'Naga Babas' 'Maha Rishis' and 'All Those Ornately Decorated Elephants' -

Oh ! What a sight it is ! - Who cares who built the - Platoon - that carries all.

Hope you'll forgive for being sick here ! The leg is already (paining) not salivating ........ oho !

Come back to real stuff guys !

With All Regards,

PM