When the mountain turned white

Dear Freinds,

This story is all about people who wear the - "White Dress" - they so - ardently wear all the time - Although White in certain religions might even be the color of Gloom - but here is where my Pot of Thot - suddenly catches fire -

- KYA SAFED KAPDE PEHENNE SE - MAN KO SHANTI MILTI HAI ?

- YA PHIR - JARURI NAHI - KI SAFED CHEEZON SE HI MAN KI SHANTI MILTI HO ?

- Let us first think of the best "Safed Things" that we desire hard in our lives for -

Example -

• Safed - Rasgulla
• Safed Dahi
• Safed Dhoodh
• Safed - Haathi
• Safed - Cheetah
• Safed - Girl - Friend - (Which is believe me the most "Extinct Species" even ahead of the junglee cheetah or the Mota Haathi)

In any case - after this exhaustive list on all - Things - So white - let me take a guess ! The girl before - Ur - marriage the last - One !!! was the ultimate - White Element - u saw on the Planet Earth - But because ur parents - Have a fetish for that Bronze Stuff - why because - She can sing / She can cook / She can even Divorce u - on Their indications .. so - In any case , lets come back to the normal story.

KYA SAFED KAPDE PEHENNE SE - MAN KO SHANTI MILTI HAI ?

My Answer -

If the above fact is true then , the world is wise enough - that it - provides every human being - A White Cloth - once he finishes he earthly realms. A gathering happens , people weep, widows mourn, children play, Uncles and Aunties - become more - Insecure - Kya gala number mera hai ? Cousins get to meet - once after all - And remember - Ki - Kaash ! Tumharey Sang beetey Woh Lamhe Ant Na Hotey ! Hum Kya Ban Gaye Hai Ab - Aur Bhala Kya Hote ? the most busy is the Son - or the eldest male member of this Household - who gets smashed under these Circumstnces - And almost shouts - My Name is Khan ! .....n I'm not in the Toilet.

But, on a serious note - White color to an extent has been called the color of God,

- White pigeons have always symbolized as the elements of peace.

- White snow - only - melts at Glaciers - from where the Water of Life (in the form of rivers) - starts to flow down to us.

- White is the color of the Clouds - that hover all of us. Get deep into the skin of that farmer - that thin, and creepy character, with equally thin and creepy Wife n Children all around him - When on that Saturday - He sees this 'White Cloud' hover well above his head - He sees - His dreams coming true. He has existed now. His life is a Miracle.

- When children come to this Earth - lets make a list of what they get - till they eventually have to again retard to that place called - Heaven !

• After Birth - ur Mother feeds you - The life of life - the liquid that we drink - No matter what we are - the Color of 'Milk' is White.
• Once you grow up a bit, and - The chocolates and the Breads attract you - Your mother stops feeding you - The first - thing - God Gives u - In ur Mouth - r ur - Sharp and Lovely - "White Tooth"
• On the day - you are ready to enter the Community - you are taken for a Baptism - but the Priest is staunch enough in Saying - "Baptisms can happen with only those children - Who are wearing "White Clothes"
• When you grow even further - and you start finding those - White Lipped - princesses in Your Church - time for you to get - Confirmed - creeps in - I'm sure atleast everyone here has atleast once visited a Confirmation Service - 'You get confirmed only in White Clothes' - the beginning of confirmation to all White Things that shall follow.
• The first "White Flower" ur Princess has got from you, (in my case it a light pink - Salwar Suit - very close to White Actually) , and her White Tooth, all shimmering in the Sun, Say ! "I Accept"
• ------------- You usually get entangled in this Sort of Magic of White-ness
• White Gown
• White Cake - Icing
• White - Tents / White Flowers
• Mr. White - the event manager
• White Car - to leave for the Church
• White-Wash - the house needs to undergo
• Some white Pigeons on the "Wedding Card"
• All the White-Haired people from your near and far - are needed to bless
• All is possible but not without - the consent of these - White Dressed People - standing on the Dias --- and asking - You and ur Princess - Do you do - "And with white shimmering teeth - you Reply - I Do !"
• Alas ! this evening even gets deeper to all types of Whites - White Meat (Chicken getting served), Coffee having a white frothy top, White Rumali Rotis and the ever-green - White Pulao ---- dying to get plunged into.
• The chapter ahead of this - is the Exact replica - that I have already explained bullet-wise in the points above this one.
• But, when ur Son or Daughter - finally - leaves in a White car - with Their Prince n Princesses - you have this dull share of White's entering ur Life.
• The color of the Resignation Letters / PF Forms is White
• The color of the Property Papers and all Those Maps that remained Maps - is white.
• Lot many friends - you cud not have lived without - are Leaving in White Clothes
• The color of ur Princesses Hair is - turning - White
• The Night - that was Silver some time back - Now only has a White Moon Hanging Above ur head.
• That boring white - commode.
• That boring white - watch.
• That boring - White life.
• .................................................................................................................................

But this is how it is - Whiteness is what turns into darkness, and one of the Most favourite Quotes of my life -

'Everyone has talent . What is rare is the courage to follow the talent to the dark place where it leads' - Erica Jong

SECOND QUESTION -

- YA PHIR - JARURI NAHI - KI SAFED CHEEZON SE HI MAN KI SHANTI MILTI HO ?

My Answer -

Let me tell you about my fetish - for Leather Shoes - which one/year is kind of a Ritual I follow - I can't go without it - for me - it is that thing - I can beg / borrow / or even Steal.

Let me also talk about a friend who was - can afford to have any girl in the world - But his Loyalty - to this - puny - Looking - thin - yet extremely Talented girl - surprises me.

Then - My mother almost - refused to marry my father - Because he didn't have this on his face ...... He grew it in two months - n they have rolled in 30 years post marriage - without - that "little hurdle" - I forget I have seen it there on his face - in a pre-dominant manner (When I talk of this little monster that can effect ur Life and Lifestyle - I talk of ur Moustache)

Most of my Grand-MOther's freinds were - people with Not so white complexions, and a few, where in you - Think ! Have I just entered the "Rain-Forests" - I search for a ray of light. Govt. can just come up with a scheme of Hiring only very dark - people - Where there are chances of a War - Outbreak - in Manganese and Copper and Coal belts - beleive me - they'll save a lot on that Grease.

Or lets talk of these - extremely white Ukrainians or Hispanics - they die on Acid Rock in the Beaches of Goa (A small Union Territory of India) - known for Beach Tourism , for all its visitors - People White as Milk - wanting to get tanned. Are they maniacs. Or they are scared without that - They may live - Epileptic All Their Lives.

Or lets talk of - These giant mountains - The Great Himalayas and The Great K2 n Kanchenjungas - All topped with white colored snow ------

Alas ! What have just mentioned ??? White Snow on top - But on Top of What ???

White Snow - is Just the Cover - The icing on the cake ! What holds it so firmly, is not so White - and That is why - We say - All that glitters is not gold !! There is this universal truth about - 'The Beauty and The Bold'

What holds the Himalayas and the Kanchenjungas - so shiny and White ................ deep within - The Hard and Solid - Rock - as we call it - Dear Friends,

The Color of the Rock is Dark Brown .........

----- And as we all Know - the ice melts down ..................... and Rocks open up and flows out - is The Black - Molten Lava - that comes out . - like some old disease - Now leaving the Body ...

- Apart from the "Black" color - that I like instead of the WHITE - is the RED color -

- Why ?

I see so many - good things about - The Dark Reds - on the Princess' Lips

The Reds - my Mother had to - Get Drip by Drip - when she - Was Re-Couping that deadly sickness

All the red - eyes - That I see after - that night - before the Exam day ---- Some People Have Studied Hard

- And, all that - Red --- mixed in those - Ice-Creams - after - hard days Labour - Cherries

- Alas ! I just forgot all this RED color I use in my BLOG - HOW

- STOP BEING AN AS.....H...L...E

no insults intended ......

But, I'm sure for some of you like me - It would not take you to go to America to see - how White Gents - so passionately kiss their Dark - G......l..s

or

Contrary to that - see - All those "Dark Ladies" - even more passionately kissing their White H.....b.....s !!! (I think u got it right !!!)

Now I'm very Tired .....

Wud catch on later ...till then - sip some - Coffee or Drink - some White Milk - with Mango syrup in It ----- aka - Mango Shake

Chill n Regards

PM :)

The Mother of All Days - Sundays !

Dear Friends,

Today is going to be a little less personal, since I think, you already have a sack-full of issues on a personal basis with you, and if I become - another - Additive to the same - then the very name of my Blog - empatheticfools - would start pointing towards me - Which I so "Conventionally" actually use for :) --------------> You !!!

Ok ! first a small poem,

Mother of all days is - Sunday !

But, why Does it have to come only - 1 Day !

For some - it is Church, For Others - it is Ande,

For some it is sleeping - in their Rooms - Thande - Thande !

For those - who have missed - All the above - Joys n Sorrows

No freinds, no enemies , no parents - But do you have some - Dande's -

- Take the danda - fix a cloth - "Spiders Cobwebs - Remove the wrath"

- Take the danda - get ur clothes - put some water, put some soap,

........ Wet the cloth / ur shirt ur pant / Hit it with the Danda - n see the froth !

- Take the danda - to a shop - And on - Additional asking of that man !

- Take ur Danda - Uncha kar Jhanda ! Give ur Danda to that - Silly looking Man !

- U know what u have done. Helped a blind man - Get to cross ! The Road ! ...

The Poem Ends

Now let me share this story - of mine - Where I have this dream of getting married on the Top of a Mountain !

- I love the mountainous terrain - No not the just the one (dear male members) - have just taken a shot of thot at - But, I really love the mountains -

- I find them beautiful ........................ they support so many forms of life on them

- I find them - inspiring ! ---------- These - Heights and Slopes - remind ou of all We - undergo -this span of Human Existence on this Earth

- I find them - extremely - Exotic ------------- food might be a scarcity here ------------- but ur Eyes can suffice that Hunger -------------Ek Din !- when u see --------- Natural Beauty these places have ....

- I also love drinking Beer - n - I have heard - people on the Mountains (special The Males) - do Nothing - In a typical UP Hindi dialect - Sasure kuch nahi karte din bhar - bas Daaru pee ke pare rehtey hai - Now, this is like that - Utmost - Dream of Many - Such Indians - Who After - No Matter - What they do - Like winning the Nobel Prize - or Winning the Bharat Ratna or whatever you might lure them with - The Jajantram - Mamantran - they sing every night is -

-- Hum peeyengey Daaru daab !

-- Hum peeyengey Daaru daab !

-- Hum peeyengey - Daaru daab ! (pause)

-- ek Din .....

-- Oho ! Daaru hai julaab !

-- Daaru Inqilaab !

-- Apni Daaru - Be-HIsaab ---- Ek Din

- But so many of them - I've seen actually left this Earth without this little/puny dream of theirs never coming true.

- By Daru - I remember - an event - Which changed my Life towards - this Daaru - thing - in India - specially - in Uttar Pradesh

The Story -

We were going to attend this 'funeral ceremony' of a gentlemen we knew - almost 10 years now. Me , my bua , my dad , n our Very beloved and an intelligent Man - Raviji - the driver.

• Music was on full blast
• Tank full - with bananas / Patties / real fruit juices / Sandwiches / The - not so healthy sandwiches (Sandwiches my dad makes - might even lack for Bread at times - forget the other stuff)
• Our mobiles - ringing every second minute - narrating what new - Scheme of action - Should be followed by - The people we've left behind - Although I'm quiet sure - The were at the time - At their Homes - in their Beds - Watching Reality TV - while they were playing this gimmick on Us !
• I even dreaming - That girl of my Dreams - I might just come across - In this 'ever so awaited funeral'
• Lastly, when these things were not sufficing - My dad came up with a 'New Journey Policy' and that was - "Check every Petrol Pump - that would now come inbetween our Target & Check if they've built their Toilets well or not" - and To our amazement - the 25 Petrol Pumps - and The Glitzy Toilets we saw - that day - Hardly a few were being actually used. They always build a "Huge Black Door" at the back of the Petrol Pump - that is their exit door - to the Heavens of Nature - they visit every Half an Hour.

- Now the story

- We reached a crossroad on our Journey (you can call a bi-furcation) - the road suddenly split into two roads - and we went past on the left one - As we always hesitate choosing the Right roads.

-After a 5 minute hall - suddenly - The flashbulbs - lit up - And came the Question -

"Arrey ! Woh Right Wali Sadak Kahan Jaa Rahi Hogi ?" and then came in that 'naah question series' - 'Kahin woh sadak to Katni nahi jaa rahi hai - Naaaah' ?

'Kahin humlog - galat sadak pe to aa gaye nahi - Naaah' ?

and the Master - Stroke -

ladies are good at -

'Kahin humlog - Khadde - mein to nahin - Gir jayengey - Naaah' ?

- Flash-bulbs lit up for the second time -

- And the third Umpire (in most cases my Dad) -

- Rose that deadly finger and said -

'Driver ! Car mod lo' ?

- I like on most occasions of my Extreme judgemental abilities told them - I saw a "Blue Board" - excatly inbetween - "The Split" and I'm sure it is that Board that shall - Redeem Us of all Our Pain ---------

'The Driver - Was So Ambitious that Moment' of glory in these Journeys he would get - "He drove the car Back-wards for almost half a kilometer - we had till then Covered"

When we reached back - you have this Miracle of a Board -

(that too sponsored by these great Sprouting - Engineering Colleges in Allahabad) -

The Board said -

"ANGREZI SHARAAB KA THEKA AAP KE DAYI OR KO HAI " - "NO HORN PLEASE"

- There was no hint of any - Direction what-so-ever on that board.

Secondly, when we turned - Right - There were these 5-6 drivers - Fully Emancipated - And before the driver cud even ask - one of them - The Cheers-Leader shouted -

"Abey ! Gaadi Ulti Chala Raha Hai - Tujhe Lagi Hai Kya Be ?"

We, knew it was not our day - and as usual - We didn't take the Right Road ----

but, the Left Road ---

Moral of the story -

'Whenever driving with ur family in eastern Uttar Pradesh never look for sigh boards on direction - because where on one side - you shall get none - There are chances - the one's u get - Might even effect - The Direction of Your Lives' ---- that too extremely

- Hence, believe in God, and - keep doing - What Shani and Shukarr ask you to do -

Because if - Venus - comes in the way - then - U should know -

'These days u might not get drinking water outside our Colleges - But u would get is - A Large and Heavenly - Strongly Built - Magnificently Placed - A Majnu Pinjra'

- Sab Maya Hai !!!

Story on Majnu Pinjra wud be published shortly ..................

n I hope u like - the "Mother of all days - Sunday" - story

- Mil gaye jo chora chori -

- Phir masti ho gayi thodi -

Bas - Pyaar ka naam na lena -

I love - My short Stories ..........................

God be with you --

n me 2,

Khuda Hafiz ----

Pra K M

THE BLUE MOUNTAIN - IS CARRIED - REMEMBER - THE UNCALLED FOR HANUMANJI - THING

Dear Friends and Not so Friends,

I again welcome you to peep in my life again. And - I'm sure you're going to love this one.

This one - is for all those - jeepers-creepers like me - Who love - Every Beautiful Girl - they come across - like Mangoes - n Romancing them day and night in dreams - of Daytime - go to sleep - with Two Pillows - besides them - also thinking - The Pillows are breathing Somehow !!

Uff !! What rut !!! - I would explain myself to you - As a person - who - Wants to think - And Starts to think - And inbetween - These immensely - Long Hours - That I spend - in Thinking - Such 'pink moments of already in love' jeepers-creepers keep crossing my Life.

Now, my blue - Mountain - under continuous pesterance from a White Mountain - sitting in Gurgaon - somewhere, Can - do tasks - Multi- Processor Param Computers have eventually failed to do -

1. Eating Pan-Cake (specially sweetened one for all Those die - Hard - Diabetics) with - A phone on her ear ---- Also finishing the Paper -Work of the "Past Two Decades" - her company has started making when it got started - Before Independence - And when its name was - General Dyer --- They've doen away with the G's and the D's ------ and they call it - A....s....//.....I.....r.... (you know I can't put the whole name - They'll f......k Me !!!).
2. :) Secondly that art of - Managing - Around - 40 Dumbheads - Who Speak - English like Japanese - and - Now to their - Regret - Almost a Japanese - Teaching them - "Javelin Throw English" - short for Junglee English .......... remember the Bhojpuri Idiotics stuff - Now ECC has the - Nippon Idiotic Stuff.
3. But the best of all - This little Master Blaster from A.....s....p.....//........E can do - is even - Do a lot of fixing of the Electronic Fittings and Wirings (Let me give you an Example - She can fix a Broken Extension Chord like planting a sapling // and The famous Indian mosqueto repelant "Tortoise"- Was getting burnt like - A 'Chip Fixing Exercise' ............... oho ! Now I know - why Japanese and Chinese - Make these wonders of eletronics).
4. This is not it ! My utmost disturbing calls to her - at most decent times - of the Day - r like another - Moment of Electronic Re-Incarnation for both of us - One such call was ------ hmm. hmm.... Prakul .... hmm.... No Neha ...........Hmm............. No Mrs. Mall ......... hmm (and on my Enquiry to - So as to What - is this song of the Hmm - Hmm Bee - She told me - I am having My dinner - Talking to you on Phone - And - Finishing all the Four Hundred - Papers - that - prepared over 60 years from Independence - and sent by the White Mountain from Gurgaon (PS: it is not the Short for PS) - The Most Wanted PS of India at This Point of Time. (I am the PM of my Institute & Hence, I can understand the agony of being the PS of - A....s.....s.....// .......//......) ------- hahahaha

Enuf of this personal - mud slinging stuff ! Now let me - Tell you - The Muhawra - my mother has just told me -

"The Bird is in the Lap and you are not feeding it, catching hold of it !"

- But Mum,

to your - Misery - how should I tell you - there are two kinds of Birds -

• Birds you can domesticate !! Good Understanding guys !! U know what I mean here.
• Birds - Which have already been domesticated !! (Even Better - The Guys who read my BLOG are all - Champs. - Now this second variety is called - The Migratory Bird.
• - These Migratory Birds - come from cold places to get some warmth to our lands, get a lot of Mur-mura in the river, Mate with some other - Migratory Birds from their - Land - and in the end - Fly Back.
• So - Its better - To love - That junglee - Maina //// or that - irritating - Piranha's -------------- atleast they - They kich ur but all the time - But - They never leave you..... (this one is for mum - and - for All Mums - visiting my Blog)

Twist To The Tale

- Now this - 'Unaddressed Letter' - I've been choking - Myself all around - From, has

landed at an address - Most Other Un-Addressed Letters make their beginnings from -

- I talk of one of the very famous - Girls Hostel - in my vicinity - Run by - A Trio - Who believe in a life (don't get hurt - Letter !! - This is a blog) ..... A life that - Has lasted with stains from the whole community - in terms - of the Immense notoriety - They Carry.

Dad - Is A 'Hum-Bug' and every person - He has bitten - in his Life - Finally succumbed to the Bite.

- The First Son - now limping - for His love for Jungle - bike riding - and after some shots of his favourite - cold drinks - He fell in a bridge - thus making the ever universal truth - become even more popular -

Gadi dheere chalaiye - Agey puliya kamjor hai ! Oh babu - Patang Kat Sakti hai - Hil rahi tumhari Dor hai !!!

- The third and the most notorious of the three - Befriends - An Undertaker - yeh dono - Har Kamyabi ka Jashn - saath mein manatey hai !!! and to top it all - This third fellow - is good in becoming the Most - Cherished - Jesus Christ figure - In a now - Very - Notorious event - called Nativity Play in our Church (I'll tell you - after around 3000 - practice sessions these guys put in the practice and re-hearsing of this play - Every Third house in the community has some :

1 ). Lost Daughters

2). Lost Sons

3). Lost Priests

4). Lost - Employees (specially of CFCS in ECC)

5).The Top Grosser - A Lost Wife of a Donkey

---------------------- Lost Daughters ------ after their 3000 times hard practice of becoming a mourner for Jesus - usually - Peter or John ----- take them for a ride... Never to come back - For the Awaited - Nativity Play

----------------------Lost Brothers------- usually Brothers of these Girls (now lost) go searching for their sisters in turmoil - We lose - Many a King Herods and a few Shepherds in this way - For the Awaited - Nativity Play

---------------------- Lost Priests ------- after these incidents - This harrowed Priest stops to believe in any God - Because - (THIS LOST GIRL - WAS ACTUALLY HIS - BOOTY) - For the Awaited - Nativity Play

--------------------- Lost Wives - this one is for - A Couple that eloped - in the name - of Mary - and Jesus - because - this Mary had a Little Husband - who would not - take care of these artistic needs of Her, and the Replica Jesus is Here - is an expert - In Curing Mary's of their - greatly engraved memories of Hard-ly Got Love and Sparsely Got Kisses ..... For the Awaited - Nativity Play

AND THE PUNCH OF THE THING

- AFTER SUCH BATTERING MOMENTS OF LIFE - THE CHIEF ORGANIZER WHO SHOUT HIS LUNGS OUT - AND SAY ---

"HAMAREY LITTLE LITTLE UNCLES AND HAMARI LITTLE LITTLE AUNTY'S - MUJHE - BHAROSA HI NAHI POORN VISHWAS HAI" -

"KI APKO SIRF EK ANUBHAV HI NAHI HUA HOGA ------ BALKI BAHUT HI JYADA MAZAA BHI AYA HOGA" --------------- hahaha

Its bad to joke - to aloud for such Sick creatures of destiny ......

But, unless you have some - Mouth Freshner - after dinner - Lagta Hai - You're still waiting for that 'millimetre of change in your pot-pourri life'

I have to got - the Dinner Table now - to collect- my share of those - Richly Decorated - crumbs -----

Love u all

n Do, Think about me - As the Butterfly - sitting on top of your head - Whn u next time visit Mussorie - and are sitting Below - the Great Poplar - in the Claridges ..

- The Hotel - Where you don't get - Indian Monkeys - but The King'f Female Monkeys are themselves there to entertain you (Again all my Male Readers - are actually very smart) ................. ok ! I never got one ............

Vinita don't doubt me !!!

Regards,

PM

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

The Blue Mountain That Turned Grey - Part 1

Dear Friends !

Firstly, a very Warn - Happy Returning - to you - that you have found time to come again and share - my pains n sorrows. Secondly, I would like to say - that after - "My Jogging Routine" ---- "The Writing Blog Routine" is getting really haphazard. One reason - I am an emotional person. The second - My Emotions - at times - Don't generate.

The Blue Mountain That Turned Grey

This I would suggest - is the story of my mind today. I am sitting infront of my computer having finished was there - was left from the afternoon lunch, as today - Was the Saddest day of my Life after - Almost - the last saddest day - That was almost 2 years from now - When I remember I drove after a Dark - Tamil - Catholic - underage girl - Who used to counsel all such - Haggards searching for oxygen like me in Mumbai - Told me - that Prakul - You trying to get Counselled by me - Over n Over again - Is getting me - Seriously P...s....d off - I literally went back home - crying - With my helmet all wet. And the heart skipping - Every Third Beat.

Today Like That - I lost a very close friend to the miseries of real life, and the truths of Money. This is a someone I met like three days back. I reached my Office - sat on the Chair - I almost keep slipping every now and then. Having looked all around, with not a millimetre of change any where, I cursed - all the Powers, and then went down - to Do some work.

- This was miracle - A Car drives in - I feel - that millimetre of change shall have a competition here, and maybe - I've got my first opportunity of the day - To flirt with the first - Lady employee of my Organization. (This is to Sanjay Sir, whose taught me all about Women Empowerment) - a trainer - Whom when we saw on the first day - We all sang - Chali jaise hawaein sanan sanan - Ude khushbu jaise Dagar Dagar. Her pics on Facebook - although - Were like Raavan - Abhishek Bacchan - Jumping into the famour Thrisurrafali Falls - without wearing his .................. Yup ! you've got me right ! Exactly Yes !

And,

The tune of the song - now changes to - Tera Mera Pyaar Amar - Phir Kyun Mujhko Lagta Hai Dar .....

But in any case

today was that day - When history was about to change - Just like the students of ECIMT - who after a decade of - The monotony of interacting - with Bhojpuri Idiotics are now Enjoying the rays of the West sitting in Allahabad, wahi samundar ka kinara, wahi kaale goggles, n wow ! Wahi ......... Moomphalli aur Rooh-Afja.

All staff were hopeful, the Prayers of the children they've so mysteriously injured everytime - They've sowed their faces to them, Are now going to convert - In a miracle ..... A Miracle - of Glories, A Miracle of Stories, And maybe for Some A Miracle of His/Her (but here) - His...stories.

In any case - Now my room - is like the Room of the Head Post Master - in My Institute - where - Every letter has to drop in - If it has a receiver then.....

If it doesn't have a receiver then .....................................and I am that - Post Master - who would - Never let - any Letter go without a receiver.

People with all kinds of ambitions in life - like - Leaving their old job, Leaving their old Dog (you know what I mean), and even - Those wanting to leave - Whatever they had left - Every time they tried leaving it (you get I'm talking - about - The Wonders of this World) who form a galaxy in my Institute now.

Ok Now The Main Plot

This ever-blushing wonder of out Institute (now struggling for almost 1 month with us) trying to explain - the Good Sides of laughing without getting a Tooth broken, has gathered around 15 students per batch (who gather everyday to see which new dress Mam will be wearing today)(and incase - She'll wear that Strap...l...sss. You know - The Shine in the Pupil !!!)

But, alas today I had her very sober - All gorged up for her class ...... but there - Alongwith her - there was a Some-One - A Letter - I'm sure - The Post Offices so lastingly wait for.

-Beautiful eyes, even more beautiful eyes, and on top of that - Ever seen most extra-ordinary eyes. I prayed to God, Mam' s class can go on and on - and - on - and - on .....

and May, God - I have this Letter (without an address) - Infront of me - Till - one of our eyes Closes.

But ! Alas like every good dream getting broken - By a devil - My dreams usually end - With one Goblin looking man - of our Institute - The Great Shiv Charanji (My Head Chaprasi)

- Chai Lebo - Na Lebo - 'Na Lebo' - To Kya Lebo ?? Lebo To Bolo ! Jaldi Darwaja Kholo ! so here we were - My letter ! My Chaprasi ! My Dreams ! and My Ego ! a perfect blend of blenders choice - pouring out from a kettle ................................. aha ... haaaa

Now, this was a letter I was suppose to post - To the most - Wonderful - address - God shall - allow me too. So - I asked her ---- Before - I post you darling ! May I know your name ? ---- And, the answer was like 'Swami Vishwanathan Ranga Potri Maitreiy Amzad Ali Khan After Azadi' ........................... and dear friends - beleive me - If you have to spell it - thrice - then what shall happen ?. She had a name - Tough Like the Blue Mountain --- and Soft like the Pink Dragon for me at the same time.

I picked up the letter and posted it to the The Most Wanted - Prison Like Structure at ECC - The Famous - ECC Guest House. (ECC for Evacuated Constantly & Certainly)

The dream run has just started - A Letter - A Mansion of Brick & Mortar, and a Job in which you get ample time to sort - So many uncalled for issues like - Ki woh naukri pe ayegi to nah ?? Uska usse ho jayega to nah ?? Shayad yeh ladka paas ho jayega to naah ?? Actually I feel this naah is so constant and so certain - even the boys respect it hard - By definitely getting failed - a soon as they an opportunity to - Yehi To Guru - Dakshina Hai !!!

Now, my letter was so tired - after travelling in a train, bitten by the "Gold Medalist Mosquitoes" Uttar Pradesh - for whom both Mayawati and Mulayam Singhji say with a lot of Pride - yeh hamarey Pradesh - ko Ab Uttar nahi Uttam Pradesh bana rahe hai - Marney Ke Liye. (jokes apart - they are wonders of Politics).

Ok ! The letter opened up, it was written in all red ink. I know what you're thinking - but I didn't read it ! This was a letter - slightly written in the ink of confusion. The clone of "Ladka paas to ho jayega naah" species.

And then, this Miracle of sorts opened its mouth - Taps Without Water ///////////////// Fans without Air //////////////// Bedsheets without Linen //////////////////// Wires without Electricity //////////////////// Sweets without Sugar /////////////

A Tea Kettle without Channi ////////////////// Some servants without tooth /////////////// And some Flirting without Ooomph !!! well but, the letter accepted the Guest House, only to get more harried , over every passing moment she spent there.

1. Taking special care of her security - she was given a 20 kg Guard - called Sonam - to sleep with her. Sonam - loved to do homework all her night.
2. Secondly to brief up the security - A 15 kg - Shiv Charan Ji - jinhe -Maut Khud Dekh Ke Laut Chuki Hai Kayi Baar ......was made to sleep in the verandah outside.
3. Thirdly - that was this Saga Party - the letter was taken as the warmest reception she has ever got in all her life (most awaited some she'll get after marriage) ....when I mean Saga - I mean a real sag n roti treat ...............alongwith Cold Water !!!! - thebest part was - The manager went so tired after - Cutting Saag and Mixing garlic in it - He served the Bill - after 11 in the night ....... to top it all ------- with Saunf & Dalmoth.

Guys, I have this dinner to attend to - or else - My father shall think - I'm - getting physical with someone - Over the Computer .... So I have to attend to them ........

But once back .................. I shall write the second ----------- part .............

It has more garlic ....................

Lastly - I wish - My Letter has got - To the address - God has Planned for her - Because I lost her today - to what call

'the truths of life' and the .............. visionless - "Emotions of the Heart" ..........

For those who are in love with Totoos these days - let me tell you..........

Check your cheek when you get up in the morning after - That wrong Pillow on your head - You would know - That God was there - Making some Tatoos ---- on a daily Basis ----- without even letting you know ................n ........Beleive me - They even pain more less.........

chill ..... n wait

pl...i..zzz.......sir (as some wud say) against p..i...ss ... sir - (those who miss the L also) ..................

Jaane UP ki Hindi Kab Sudharegi ..............

Missing is letter now ///////////// PM

THE NAGATIVITY THAT TURNED THINGS AROUND

I WOULD BE WRITING ON THIS ONE SHORTLY - TILL THEN PLEASE KEEP GLUED...

THANKS FOR YOUR LOVE

PM