The Visit To Shimla Was - Silent, Kooool, and Largely - Govt. Approved

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Hey Friends,

Before you even start searching for the other details - go to the above link - on FB and have a look - what we did in this Remote n Cold town of Shimla in Himachal Pradesh. The people here have sharp noses, unlike any other Hill Populations - I have come across.

I will be posting all stories of this trip . Sooon . Just chill in your seats .... with these Happy Photos ... till then..

I think I should go ahead with Foto - 4 - Photo .....and Vehikle for Vehicle --- it suits me better ...

Whats your say .....

Please let me know ....

God Bless ..................... n Keep You...

With Love

PM - Allahabadi

Why do we live ? Is there a purpose ?

Hey Old Folks,

I'm sure you're still living , and biting away at your crumbs of breads , that God is making fall over you. I often come across this mystery of God's purpose in our life.

Why do we live ? Why do we die ? What do we bring ? What do we take ?

One of my friends once took me for a ride - in his College at Agra, when he - duped me into doing something that was so horrific - I should say - it took a bit of 'Humanity' away from me.

I was asked by this bot, and one of his uncles - to come along with them, on a railway track, and at a certain place - we all stopped. Then we were instructed to throw stones at - a building - which I later knew was the Girl's Hostel of the College, and after this - there were - shouting of precarious names towards a girl by this Uncle of my friend. The gentleman - or rather I should say - The sick man - was pursuing his Doctorate from this College. What are we teaching by the way ? What would this "sick man" must have contributed to life - I still ponder over, but for me - it was a meeting with - a rare species of educated hounds. I wish those times can be altered in my memory and I can - erase those dirty tracks from my brain - but the brain is not a slate. Its more like concrete.

Why do people cheat on those who love them the most ? Why do people bluff those, who have done no harm to them ? or should I say - By bluffing - We simply bluff our own conscience. To live by order, To live by rules - is a very difficult task, very few of s are able to achieve.

I saw a movie called - Departed. and, I would hereby quote - that I feel the same - over not meeting these - heinous guys, that I am departed from them.

My purpose of writing these kind of episodes is not - revealing my past or making fun of someone who is already a lost soul. But I do this to - save a few - whom I can from God's wrath. Its our duty to - teach goodness, to those who are in diversion. We never know when our ways might cross.

I pray - your New Year - may be new in all the possible senses, with off-course to the good and old friends, whom you cherish like old wine.

Isn't it a common saying - Good old friends are like good old wine - it gets better with time !!!

So keep making friends. And keep preserving the old.

Loads of cheers and goodwill.

Prakul Massey

In Light In Dark - and all The Fainting Colours - Part I

Dear Friends,

Firstly I am sorry - for being away for such a long time, or I must say - the most - research oriented time of my life - The Initial Marriage Days.

The first time in my life - I am asked to - what breakfast I would like to have, or somebody is there to serve - me - Snacks - at 1:00 pm at night. or Someone before I even speak - has a glass of Rasna ready for me - To drink. I have never lived in such luxury, or in other words - with such emotions - That literally sweep me - every second hour of - my life these days.

In India - as I had heard previously - "Relatives are in plenty and it becomes a second job to - maintain, manage and please - these Objects" - but - Believe me - this is a myth. Relatives in India means - Real People in Reel Life ... limited to reel life. (remember all the photo albums - that you have not seen the last 3 years of your life).

The only true relation - I feel - of a person - can be inbetween - his/her parents - that is Mother and Father (normal case) , mother and not father (usual case) , mother and mother's mother (general case) ....... Another Big & Dirty Myth - You can never trust - your own beings - in matters of Big Faith - no matter which scripture you pick up, The Bible, The Geeta, The Ramayana or The Maha-Bharata - all lead you to the same conclusion - The People from The Inner Circle - become the cause of your fall or demise.

One of the big reasons for this eventuality is - not that they - Were in pretense or in false faces as you must have felt, it was your over-indulgence with them, that lead to your debacle. Realizing one's goals in life a little early in life - is the biggest gift - Your parents can give you, God can help you realize yourself, or maybe - apart from these two - Luck can bring in front of you. But, luck is not everyone's friend.

Lets take all the three cases in separation -

(1). PARENTS HELPING YOU IDENTIFY YOUR GOALS
- This is the most difficult of choices - you have made, because chances are - you are throwing yourself in the hands of a - Rescue Diver - who himself might not have learnt the art of survival. Secondly - it is very evident in most Indian Parents - (with more focus on the urban society) - late marriages lead to late - Children and eventually - late parentage. More than a - Natural Happiness - it often becomes a social responsibility. No life is not - because of the society, the society is because of - all of us - and because of our lives.
Parents in India context are - friends, flat-mates, objects - you owe - your strata of social work in middle life - they are not supporters, promoters or regulators of your destiny.


(2). GOD CAN HELP YOU REALIZE - BY HIS GRACE
- God is an entity - we all believe in - defining God is not possible - the only one line I can say that can do this task is - God is always Good, He/She never does anything that will give you pain, or that shall cripple you into setbacks. God helps and loves you. In our case - God can be friends, our teachers, our mentors - Gurus, or people who un-conditionally adore you - people who are attracted to you - in an emotional manner. We often get crippled by over-attention - but the truth is that those - who attend to you - in a sombre, clear and un-biased way - for a long time - are your real friends. And, as is said that those - who back-stab, are answerable to their own consciousness. So - the apply - live and let live, instead of Give - and get kick - therapy. Its good to be a bit selfish at times ....

Sorry Guys - I have to attend the BIHAR FESTIVAL INAUGURATION at NCZCC - so I have to log out ..... but I will continue this same topic ...

Loads of love and admiration ....

to all my puncture tyres .....

Prakul ...... their beloved tyre

The Night Looks Darker Today. The Moon Seems - More Grey.

Dear All Punctured Tyres.
Its late in the night, and I'm just back after explaining in detail - the - Most vivacious and searched for features in a girl they should search for me. My marriage has become the central theme of my - Life these days ...and from - The tall mountains, to the dry plains, from the dusky villages, to the Tribal zones, marriage - Of - Prakul -- offcourse not me ..... is ringing more often than the Church Bell itself.
I live a life of a monk. Disconnecting and connecting with people like - cheese does with sandwich. Chewed from all the corners, trying to uplift a few in pain, but the more - I travel ahead in this mystery of life, the more - enlightened and more confused I keep growing - of What lies ahead.
Is what I feel bad - actually bad, or what I feel good actually good ? This question - keeps haunting me - When I try and differentiate between - Those I call friends, and Those huge lots - I mention to be my foes.
For instance, take this question of buying a new vehicle - I keep going to all these - Car websites of India - Whose very names shall confuse you - if you are searching for a car --- or for a girl - to get married or settled with --- lets see:

1. cardekho dot com
2. carwale dot com
3. carazoo dot com
4. gaadi dot com

and to cut it short - a whole lot of bunch of all such - wonder car sellers.

Reading the reviews shall give you a headache ------ not because - the reviews are not good or whatever -

1. You'll be spoofed to one corner of the room - Ki bhai - NRI bandey kya English boltey hai ... and to top it - Kya zabardast likhtey hai
2. How one gentleman went to the top of a mountain - in the Car --- which was actually his test drive .... to the level - it Was his purchased vehicle --- Alas ! He was not given any test drive
3. How one person - asks - all other - Readers to keep away from Such cars - as He thinks - after keeping sucha thing for 10 years of his life - He was doped into doing this .... Usne apne prayashchit ka tarika .... Yeh Nikala - mein Teen ke dibbe se dil laga loonga ....10 years ke liye --- Is this emotionalism ...ahead of Nationalism ...?

Alas, I went in for a reel - when I read this. And I plan - ya to main - Ab car kharidne ki Kwahish ko - Ab - Ek khoobsoorat chadar pehna ke - kamrey ke ek kone mein rakh doon.... Ya - the second thought that crosses my Mind - ki - mujh jaise - Ladke ---jo Gaadi ko dekh kar - daure khane lagtey hai ---

Unhe unke sasur - Shaadi - ke us atyant gamasan evam bhayankar mahaul - mein - Aur bhi - chaukaa dene ke liye Kehtey hai - 'Manyavar - Ladki - ko le jaa rahe ho. Suck se rakhogey. Ek kaam aur karo - Is gaadi ko bhi apna lo.....' and the boy feels - 'Ladki - abhi saari sabzi katwaegi ... poortey mall ko lootne ke plan banwaegi ----- aur jab mein in sab Iraadon mein na-kamyaab ho chuka hounga - To phir - Apki yeh - Lohe ki saugaat - Mujhe - Mere ardhsatya - se door - Poorna Satya - ki or bhej degi' ..... kya hai woh satya -

"Lohe ki gaadi pe lohe ka ghoda hai" "Khoon iske jism mein bacha bahut thoda hai" "Jisko chalana ho ghode ko lohe ko" "laat maro kheech ke - Yeh ! bin pende ka katora hai" ....

Now the punch,

"Ek poorana e-mail - aj kai din baad - Mail box - mein bhatakta hua aa jata hai" - likha hai

- "Mai apki itni ijjat karti hoon - ki maine apse baat karna chod diya n to top it up - Meri shaadi ab jaldi hi honey wali hai" - "Aur isi liye maine apse yeh jhoot nahi bola" - "meri shaadi honey wali hai" ...... and hence "Mai jitney logon ki ijjat karti hun - Mera matlab hota hai - Ki ab hamari kabhi baat nahin hogi - aur isse bhi bada matlab hai - ki mai jo Shaadi kar rahi hun" .... Uski ijjat ab mere haath mein hai ????

Today, I don't want to philosophisize over this ? People do what they want to do. Blame n number of factors for what didn't happen with them. Curse the Devil ... and Praise God - for every pain and pleasure - respectively - they undergo ..... But - in all this while - in their circle - of - Broken Faith - and Tilted Humanity - they never understand - That this guy or girl keeps calling me names, keeps calling my number, keeps calling my Box - not because he/she is not like my arrogant cousins who mis-behave with me, not like my own Uncles who never correspond with me, not like my lost friends - who never bother if I'm alive - but, he wants that circle of my attention, in which I live - alone - With my pains, my loneliness and my scarifices. People forget - that we - Mis-interpret those - who keep sending us signals - and start interpreting a world - instead - that doesn't exists. In, the mall I see a girl - she smiles at me. I smile at her. I ask her phone, I see her off. When two weeks pass - I'm trying for a new number. I often ponder - can - Love be there - at places - Relationships are in the form of lust and disgust, in the form of hungry waiters looking at you, or in the parks where - The Battered Policeman - Is Searching for A Bench - to warm his butt. In India - its a big mis-understanding - That love marriages - and love affairs are - in tune or hype. Largely - love in India - is that war between the stomach and the desire - that - lonely boys and girls, unattended males and females fight on a daily basis. And it is not incorrect to say - In India - people only love their own self, because beyond them - They have a Stone .... A Statue - A Tomb or a Cold Desert Valley on High Hills --- because such things never ask for anything, they have no emotions, they cannot breathe, they cannot sympathize. They atmost what they can do is - Give nothing to the people - Who can give nothing to the Gods. Myth and reality - never share the same ground. Lust and love can never go together.

The only question I could have asked this girl ever would have been - "Don't you think - we can together make a difference to this Town we live in, To this country we owe, to the people I call my brothers ????" but, I'm sure - if I had done that - She would have answered - I can't love a something in Flesh n Bone - I'm doomed to love stones, I'm dooned to love statues, I'm doomed to love the deserts ..... and the best part - When I couldn't do anything to feed my hunger - I called Hunger - my nature. I started to praise Hunger. I sang some songs in hunger so hard - that my child died without milk or biscuit, but because - His death - was inadvertently his destiny - I continue - to ask the Stone in me - when shall we meet in Heaven.

I might have written certain things, that might not appeal to a few people. Becasue I know, for them God is in the non-living, dead and metamorphosized. But, for me - God is all around me - Inside me in my brain. Inside me in my tongue. Inside me in my soul. I don't ditch people for God. I don't ditch God for devil. And, I never ditch - The devil for destiny.

If man was perfect - why couldn't - he replicate a moon till date. If man was imperfect - why is Taj Mahal - the centre of atttraction of the world ??

If man is human - Why can't he hold the hand of people - Who need him, instead of - Crying before stone, that would eventually - Give them - Scratches .............

And, today - I don't have any pictures to post. Because - Now, life for me - shall move - beyond - the - Outer Crust ................ Good People are not just those - Who are good looking - This is Myth ....

Love and Regards,

Urs Beloved PM - The great Punctured Tyre...

whoa - keep coming back ...

In the corner of the lounge - they say there is fire - I say - Desire

WHEN WE THINK THE WORLD HAS STOPPED ! THE EARTH IS STILL REVOLVING .................................................................................



PASSING THROUGH A PERSONAL CRISIS OF - INDECISION - WHEN GOD AND SATAN - ARE REVEALING IN EQUAL MEASURES TO ME

I have been a witness to an event when my house turned into a Village - unlike the - Chokhi Dhani or Pind - where people come to believe in Something or Leave behind a legacy - This was a get to gether of Relatives - of al kinds -

1). One's you meet for the first time - and wonder - Why did we meet ??

2). One's you keep meeting thrice a year - And wonder - Do we know each other well ??

3). Third - The one's - Who don't believe - they are relatives - rather they are - Guavas - Which-ever head they fall onto - They are sure to break.

But, there is also one kind - I faced this time - and that was the - list of those - Who - Came and Went - and I lost nothing - except - gratitude and respect for them - for they - Not only did what - relatives are supposed to do, but, I'm sure - they - are the one's - God plans to be our relatives in the next trip (u know hat I mean).....

The vendors are still dawning every second day - not able to get either to ask for the money of whatever services they offered on that day, or asking for forgiveness of their past birth sins they are able to understand for which God - kicked their butts - on the Day - by Raining harsh.

In any case - whatever - this list might translate into - I am very happy to Have Sonal (my sis) go into a home - Where people are well above such petty - Non-Sense issues like the color of the curtain and - Weight of the car .... but they love to go to Puri - every time they get an opportunity - a place from where - The ocean - Sees you large in the eye, and these little fishermen - riding - the waves just as the Soldiers would ride their Patton Tanks...

Neelanchal - this is what the locals of Puri call their little place as - God's have different meaning here. Love a totally different meaning. And colors - You have to be blind to the daily chores befor eGod gives you those eyes to - Go ahead and see - What Orissa is made up of. Food is finger-licking good. People - so nice - they might leave their - Hut for you to relax, the only thing - Don't act over-smart.....

Now the punch line

Inbetween this Tsunami of relatives hovering from everywhere, I was all being tumbled in and out of - Old/Could Be/Would Be - type of relationship scenarios, and then suddenly, this ::::: The eyes - That can kill you, the Sound that can finish you ....and The Saree - its not a Saree Shop - its the big - Women Kent Mall of Bangalore - where every saree is Worth - the people who show it to you - Because they don't sell it to you - They - Give it to you --- Like a gift .....

Mrichika (name changed) - manages the Banquets at a Hotel and - will be getting married in three months from now, and I was shell shocked this beauty in Allahabad - Known more - over - for "Karva Chauth" and "Papad Kheer" kind of parties and all these Kayastha ladies - little over-weight trying to Prove they are still the best (some going over the top - with ugly Tatoos and out-dated hair-styles) - and inbetween this - This lady marmalade - Dancing on the floors of the - Pale - and over whitish hotel at Allahabad. I, as usual - tongue-tied and taking in all the lucid remarks possibly I can get from her and her very poky - kind of colleagues .... Ek azad mard - aur uski chahat ka dar - keval woh hi samajh sakta hai - Mai karta bhi kya .....

I wrote a full bang on letter - and kept in the Pocket - but the rocket - Misfired .....

Today - me and my - Lady Air-Hostess are landing in all different locations as possible. I am in the restaurent - she is in the lobby. I'm raking all over the lobble - She's moved to the counter behind Reception. I'm seeking to reach her at the Lobby Desk - she has left with her - Cell Phone to another - part of the hotel .... and possibly all other staff - searching for an iron stick - to kill - The WIld Beast. ....i wonder

The the dream date happens - When - I alongwith a "Priest in the hotel" and my "Chirpy Friend Ashu" are having Coffee ....and the idea - passes my Head - why not go and see some - Hotel - wahi to dikhayegi !!! wah ....

And, I am out of my seat ---- consoling these two wonderful people besides me .... but Cloud Burst happens when - Instead of the Air-Hostess - I have this - jatt-mix-hindi - (a much more horrid version than Bhojpuri with Awadhi mixed) appears - and tells me - Mai leke chalta hun (I felt - mein yahan se nikalta hun) ... but you know coutesies....

But, when after a 10 minutes halt at the various - Unused rooms of this Hotel - I asked her to come her seat and I needed to talk to her .... Parineeta - And the Dog - Manager are finally upfront. We stare each other - My lips move - as if they'll fall - like the leaves of the old oak, and I ask her - What's Your Story ...? And she says I'm not mad - to be here - in this Crispy town - leaving Delhi - I have not come here without purpose, and I shall not be left alone ... I asked her --- meaning ???? She smoked - 'February - I'm boarding a plane to Rwanda, with a pilot who doesn't knows flying - but off-course - He's - The Flight Minister's - chosen Nephew .... ' alas .....

I - in all my life have never had - This feeling - I was drowning /// I was getting fired - from an AK - 47 and then - Somebody was applying - Amrutanjan Balm on my - Cuts - I didn't cry - and that is what I Did most. I felt like that Pilot - Whose License - has been curbed - mid-air and - He's been asked - to kindly drop out in a parachute ... and that is what I did - excatly .....

November 01, 2010 - will become a historical date in my life - When I lost a someone - I would have never wished to lose ... To - time / Destiny ....or for that Matter ---- those I love even ....

But, God tells you at these moments - I am here - my Child - Dance before me ..... and I feel - I would be doing it now .... My uric acid is well ahead of its metric values and such episodes - might bring in the Mighty Heart and the Crumpy Liver in tango ...and I might be the next - "Most Enlightened and Most Flowered Grave" of the next All Saints Day ......!

THE MOTTO

Go to the Church and look for more - Dull and Ugly - aunts with more Dull and Ugly daughters, they might find you to be the Graviera Mr. India ... or else ----- Marry a - Tamilian (atleast their shall be silence in the house) - Why - tamilians only eat --- They don't talk .....

In any case ...... my purpose of writing such stories is that - people are full of flaws (specially those who believe they are perfect), but this belief that they are perfect ofteb helps them understand theie shortcomings in such a way - That - they start appreciating life not from a Gloden Binocular but froma broken bangle - its still beautiful .....

And a few lines for - My Lost Air - Hostess

Its not a flight, its not a kite,

We can board, we can hold,

But, its a blanket, its a pickle,

We can taste a bit, But still we can fold ............

And feel warm ...

LIFE WOULD NOT HAVE BEEN LIFE IF THESE THINGS WOULD NOT HAVE HAPPENED

SO LET THEM HAPPEN .................

Take Care .... n Keep reading

do leave me comments - they help me move

P - the tyre

THE GREAT MARRIAGE. THE GREAT EVENT. BUT IT RAINED.

It was a great day and it was all rolling like - bread and butter. The cars were decorated. The buses were in place. The haldi to the hotel went like the fish enters its shole. The decorators were having a field trying their last bits at what they were calling a miracle of their lives. The bride and the groom suddenly looked like some hollywood arrivals and the rest of the family like a reception party, apologising for all the little reck happening hither thither. But as usual time passed away, and all loaded in the best of attires they could have managed, boarded every possible vehicle in the vicinity to leave for the Church.
And, then something started to become dark. As dark as the person we at times carry within ourselves. As dark as the polish of the show. As dark as the coffin itself. The sky was dark. Winds started to blow, the cars entered cathedral, and it became pitch dark outside.
We all entered the Cathedral in - line as - is dreamt - by some - Anonymous Rule Makers who suddenly appear on such occasions. We were made to walk behind a group of such people, who, were always there, to create all fuss, make all mockery, but, finally - had the votes on their side, that when it shall be done, they shall be - there.
The bridal procession reached the end of the Church, ignoring every single person available in the Church, and finally when we looked at the back, it was kind of - Almost Packed - usually contradictory - to what the Church is habitually looking like - on those lonesome Sundays.
The priests were all seated in their seats and at their regular bests. Robes so occasionally worn, that God Himself, couldn't understand so as to what for have they been given the appointments for.
In any case, more Hindus than Christians - another unique feature of the marriage, the guests all gasped for their - share of the ritualistic pie.
I was all glazed in a brown suit, I think - she (the special one got attracted to - and gave me a hand-shake I'll remeber for the rest of my life) - so again my labour was paid.
The Ceremony went veyr well. And, on the contrary who was bothered about it, because in India - Christian marriages are shorter than the "Make-Up Sessions" of the bride and the groom. So looking good is important - whereas - God is somewhere away from the Church.
But, I was surprised to see many an escapist suddenly becoming so active on one such day. It was their love and gratitude for the man they have all been co-existing with, or was it the fear - of the Lord - they for the first time of their live's see come down in full glory, to tell them where they all belong.
The crackers went beserk. The car-decorations were - shambled. The drum n dholak - couldn't even pitch because somewhere the - Sky was rumbling and every inch of the soil was being shaken and torn apart. Why did it happen, and what one can learn from the day's experience is something I am still pondering over. But, I have personally never seen such a mamoth debacle. It was a Tsunami, that swept away almost all desires, all decoration of the - place - over which - The family - I stay in - was fighting and torn over for almost 1 month in continuation.
My parents called it a jigsaw puzzle. I was continuously told not to be a part of it all, atleaast not in an active way, and what lay infront of it was a barren, and empty venue of marriage, with most of the things shifted to a Smaller yet more secure, hall in the College.
When I entered - after almost three hours of the - Event - when we left for the Church, I was amazed to see what God has done - to the place. The passages which would have been strewn in flowers, were messed up with muck. The stage, that should have rolled the whole city, was packed into a small podium. And, what could have been the marriage of the decade became an affair of a few evenings. It was all done out. All chair were made to lie face down looking like a thousand fools bowing and telling God - We thought we would disobey everything you had told us, and become heroes today, but alas ! What have you done. The side- counters, all tilted to stack, telling their own woes. Alas ! what mess the Devil had made. It was shock and horror at the same time. And, their was in the walls of the hall, a community which had never listened to God, and today they were partners in paying of the debts. Such days shake a person out of his senses, I was told - God - Loves all - Specially those who love him.
I entered the smaller version of the pandal, and saw Thousands of them sitting and waiting for the - Bread and Ale - to be thrown in their faces, and so that they may - go - happy and filled. What little mockery of the splendid life God gave us.
Although I saw a major change in a Person, who till that day - defied every thing God told him to do. He was the king today, he was the beggar. He did every little bit, that was supposed to make the function meaningful. And he did everything. I don't know why God did this to him, specially when he was ready for repentance. But, such are God's works, we can't equate them in our balance scales.
I tried every bit, I could have done - to make it - as attractive as possible. I saw a few - hard irons melt, I saw a few - scratch pins grow ninto stars, and I also saw a few - who Were As Blind as Blind they Were Before. But, I couldn't do anything to tell them that - it is not in the make-up boxes - that God is. I felt so weak.
But,
In all this let me share one thing, I remeber a silver-lining. The silver-lining of a hand - that broght me back from the dark on this day.
She is a powerful woman. She is a strong person. And, I have seen her grow - at the time I was growing myself. And, I was told that - God wants me in Delhi and not in Mumbai ..... and if I do this - Gold shall give me Gold - God shall give me Sona ..................
I know times and circumstances never remain the same, but those who try and do things differently, and make a time frame, God tells them the paths - that if they traverse, they can just reach the - Goal of their journey.
I don't say - we are perfect, but at times we feel we are nearly perfect. I felt a little like that on the marriage day of my sister.
For else, I can't say - What God told them and what they felt like .... but for me - God made me see - The bright Sun in the middle of a very dark sight .....
And it was lovely ....
I don't owe to hurt or distirb any person hereby,and pray to God He may give you that peace and equilibrium you so desperately want to achieve in life......

A beloved friend. A faithful brother. And a person, who would make a difference ....

Do keep coming back. And I shall be writing some oodles of news and events for you to relish and cherish ....
A sincere suggestion - don't travel via Bihar in the next couple of Months ..... The Govt. is fully supporting the naxalite movement ..... This is what we call - Hypocracy in Democracy....

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