The Blue Mountain That Turned Grey - Part 2

Dear Friends,

I am back after - what one can call - The Mother of All Dinners (these r dinners in which you might not get proper chapati / dal / sabzi or even pickle but u derive all nutrition from that gone bad mango - that ur father wud serve u as if presenting the next - Kohinoor to his son)

Ok ! Enuf of this Bull-Shit - Mango Stuff ! Mango - ek fruit hai ! Par Baingo - ek sabzi hai ! good similey .... :)

Back to my story on this Blue Mountain (and the Not so red Dragon)...........

I was disclosing my Trials and Tribulations with a Blue Dragon - sorry ! a Girl ! sorry ! a chinky ! sorry a Neela Kurenji ! sorry - I think u've got I actually mean here -

So this Neela Kurenji (I actually mean - A Girl from Hills for A Letter - those who have read my previous blog would understand what I mean here) - The Letter - without an address - Whom I made to put up in the prison-like Guest House of ECC College Allahabad, Now managed by ECIMT (a brother organization of ECC - y ? becoz in all our Prospectuses and Magazines etc - you Find ECC getting mentioned as a Sister Organization - and - So I prove my allegation) ....

But now back to where we began, "The Letter" that wrongly fell in my cabin -

Ok - from The time I was made - to look into this matter - of Managing - This letter - I literally - Charged myself up to become - like from - The Porter, to The Security Guard, To The PRO, To The Techno Guy, To The - Even Tea-Maker, for this Letter, for a simple reason - That I - trust - Nothing - but God, and for me GOD - is doing things - Yourself.

To the amazement of some - I started to wake up early -

- To cook tea - for the letter

To the amazement of some "more" others - I started a Human Resource company -- A Company That could give u Solutions into - cleaning cobwebs / filling water from distantly placed taps / shifting of air-coolers that wud not work for any amount of money u spend on them / and / MAHARAJA MAC - on finding the Water in the Bathroom Short - One of the Puncture Tyres - told me - He has this Enormous Power of Arranging - Storage Water Solutions - at this Dire hour of 10:30 in the Night ! I accepted what this - Fool from Zenith told me to do - He said - Baba jyada idhar udhar bhatakney ki jarurat nahi hai - Seedhe - Gate se left lijiye .... I'm driving - Like the Owner of this HR World - company - which wud not stop before givign a solution to - THIS MOTHER OF ALL PROBLEMS - THE PROBLEM OF "BATHING WATER" ---------- And so - My Gladiator is flying - We reach a place - Where - these 5-6 upper middle aged lampoons of Bad Destiny already - r trying to retire 2 their Homes .... and this _ Gr8 Super-Visor behind me says - Mahajan ! A new name to - Kamal ! (the famous tent guy) - Pani Wala Drum De ! (also added - De De Bey !) Kamal shouts - abey ! doosrey talley se utaar la - Bey !!

Another voice from No-Where replies - doosrey talley pe nahi hai - Bey !

A third voice joins the chorus - and together the tell me - Ki kidhar gaya Bey !

but, suddenly understanding the situation of the moment - some-how The Mystery is resolved - The "Bey" song has ended - and all The Beys - congratulating each other on the great find they've just done. So finally the Visual Merchandise is like -

• A beautiful though quiet dirty - Big - Marriage Drinking Water - Drum - is standing infront of Us. The drum that - Knows not where his destiny is going to land him. The well from where - Thousands of - Bhojpuri Idiotics - have been quenching their thirst - Is now suddenly going - To Be The Face - of The "Blue Mountain Bathroom" .............. and THE PUNCH IS - THE COLOR OF THE DRUM WAS - BLUE.

ALAS ! BUT THIS IS HOW - ALL GOOD - WUD HAVE BEEN LOVE STORIES IN INDIA END - WITH BLUE - DRINKING WATER DRUMS - DYING IN - SOME BATHROOM - OF A PRISON-LIKE - GUEST HOUSE (Here I wud salute - Reena Mam's - Power to predict - She was the Pioneer in this field of refusals we got for the Guest House) - Thy name shall be engraved on the Walls of this - Mejestic Prison Hall - Guest House !!!

But, from here-on - I have learnt two lessons -

• Never make a Librarian - A incharge for a Guest House - They are dead people like the Dead Silver Fish - they start 2 live with.
• Also, never - Take your - Lovely - Letter - to a deserted - Guest House - The Moral is - U might end with a - Blue Drum - wanting - To Kiss ur Bananas ...

This was a tragic story of my life I would not remember for a very long time - Firstly - becoz - I'm sure - God shall make amends - for what has happened here..

Secondly - This letter I talk about is - A Real - Confused Letter - Herself.

She Believes - that people who spend their money on you - Are the one's who love you - Contrary - to the popular Belief -

That with Love - money can come , but the Opposite is still a myth !!!

I narrated her a story - on the morning - When - My Titanic had - Entirely sank, and - This Letter was now floating - above - The Ocean Level --------

Water Inbetween - the Both of us - A Cup of Tea - and the usual Romantic Potato Bonda -

I told her of a man and a woman - who on their - Silver Wedding Day ! planned to part - and - re-unite - with their - Ex-flames, and, their children - preferring their decision - lend a hand in that - fake attempt - of theirs. And I went on to - Make it end - With - them moving apart - meeting their ex-flames - and after a spend of two days - Returning back - to their Families and re-uniting ..... and This Letter of Mine - believing in all - I just Faked ! Laughs - as if to bring down - the Beautiful - Blue Mountain !

I looked at her face and thot - 'OH ! God ! I'm sure - this inspiration would - Move her to create an exact mimic of this - act of foolishness - with her husband - Someday ! and that day - There will be more people - Hating me more tha - Door Darshan' I kept mum , the Bonda - committed suicide - the tea left for Varanasi - and I was Like - Buddha ! sitting in the middle of a Tree - And ! My followers with folded hands - Asking for Moksha from - this Artificial Buddha ........

I really don't know if she shall ever read this ! But the day - she shall - I'm sure - That Blue Drum - of The Famous Lampoon Company - of Gaughat - shall come flying on my Head - and I would be banished to - The Blue Mountain - without Liquor or Honey.

Friends, my objective of writing all this is not telling you - How I'm caught inbetween the - Nightingale and the Wood-Pecker - now it is - That - My Loneliness in "This Edgy House of Mine" has just got doubled - My aim - to let you understand, that in this World -

We have very few options - We can't love every person we meet

And, we don't love - most people we have . But for me - it has been

• I've loved every person - I've lost (some even in death)
• I've hated - every person - I've been with (to this date of my life)

But, when all this was happening - in All this twirl and amalgamation of my LIFE and SOUL - I met an angel on My way -

My Bike suddenly stopped - And - The Angel told - Me That it loves me - for What I am. It understands me - For what I am. And, it wants - Me to Become - For What I Am.

I cried from the inside - My Soul Wept Today ! Why does God create such people in this otherwise - haystack of bunches of People - who eventually become - like those Bundles of NOtes and A Rubber Band around them, I didn't understand. I didn't understand, how these people - Control their emotions - Just to let - Such emotional - fools - Like us - Survive. And - I am writing - This BLOG - Its only dedicated - to you - MY ANGEL ! I'm sure - If God shall not give u One sorrow - Then that shall be - Me. And, God shall Give - The blessings of this Life - Then They Shall Be Great and Abundant.

For me, its like a silence now - A silence from all - My Soul - All My Heart ! All my Truths and All My Realities ! I am up against - this Tsunami - waiting to gulp me down, to the last inch from the ground - where it shall - Need to take me.... October is Coming - the month - of the Great reckoning for me and my Family. There shall be people - All kinds of them, around me - And, shall be - The Minaret - The City Light - Shall Shine from.

All I won't have - I'm sure - r

• My Angels
• My Blue Dragons
• My Letter - without adresses
• My ever friendly - Loneliness and - The ever demanding - End Instincts.

I'm a person who has lived - with Police Atrocity for almost - 7 years now. I lost my balance - in an act of Animalism. I still bless that person - Who did all that with me. I wish his family Death. and All those who knew him - Diseases - That may have no cure.

My trauma is great - I never did anything so rude for what I got then. And, to all those who Read this blog - I confess - One day ! That man - shall weep in my Feet. And, I shall give him - A Godly Decision. I've only learnt one thing from People of that nature - Somewhere - this beast tends - To end - us - End - us from The Chore we grew .... We lose all angels ...and then - That Time Comes - when God - too goes away - Walks away - but the Devil who has to take over From there - Has this tendency - To eventually - End - All His Angels - For The Devastation He So Much Loves !!

- I was hurt like an animal - in The gardens of Shiv Kuti ! Police man beat me - for being there - with a girl friend ! The trauma was great ! I never grew out of it ! My relationships have trembled ! My thoughts have changed ! My love for life got going everyday !

- All those people who were involved in - Violence against me - I'm sure - shall meet the Dust - of all possible - death n doom, if I won't be able to give them their share -

I Pray To God -Their Daughters May Sit In The Seats of Filth

I Pray To God - Their Sons - May Mock - Their Wealths on Their Graves ....

And, for their dependants and close allibies - I wish a - Violent Death !!!!

- If there is Power in Curse - I curse - All those who - Hurted me - in Times I trusted them ! Now God - Shall - Make - Them Straight.

One such person is - Yasho Kirti Gaur (a friend had - who lost me to Violence) - Chiku - Yasho Kirti Gaur - I wish you - Death - n Hunger n End - my Freind. I would wish ur Family - Graves - in Hell !!

I would not write the blog Ahead - my head is paining. ! A person like me - Who never thinks even bad for People who have hurt him, Was Given These Moments of Life. But, I don't regret - Becoz - those who hit the Good (only nail their ends with their own hands)

Dear Freinds,

I'm sure the blog has gone on - Another Tangent - but you can't understand - How relieved I am after telling you the truth ! Don't weep for me .

I have a family - To Support.

My only big concern is - With this kind of a spinning Head - and - This heart - That bears - No more - Who would - End - in his - Dungeon of - Darkness ! Every Girl I've Been Made To Talk -

Asks Me - of My Faith in God !

What should I say - I actually - Still don't know ????????????????????????????????

forgive me 4 being - unemotional

I shall try top be a Human !!

PM