Experiment

Is it that very few people have the chance to do expeiments? But it's my luck that I can experiment, whether be it with life or with life again..... They say I should concentrate... but until I find a ground where my comfort level is the highest, how can I? Even after long, meticulous discussions and permutations and combinations, people find it hard to realize that I require time.. Time to find a foot-hold, a parking space. All the theories about patience and tolerance go for a toss. I firmly believe that only with the right amount of impatience can one progress in life. Patience means stagnation. When a certain individual becomes highly patient his stagnation level drives closer. Patience is a virtue but not when its your career you are talking about. With relationships you have to be patient, because investing into humans and investing into career are two different things. Human interaction is two way, if it's one-way then saturation level increases. Many a lives break up because of the mere fact that their lack of patience leads to inability in interaction. A hundred per cent risk factor is not advisable when it comes to relations but at a given point in time a highly volatile risk is possible with career. If I cannot jell well into a certain atmosphere can I give my hundred per cent into it? Had I been the live-life-the-way-it-is, it could have been possible. But now that I have been engineered in a different fashion..... different doesn't mean extra-ordinary, it just means different as in different from other individuals, I cannot slog in a completely suffocating atmosphere. I have taken a stand that I will never work in a place where I'll have to let go of my dreams. My dream to travel, my dream to read a lot... the joy of being with children in NGO's and teaching them that life can be fun. Certain things I will never want to give up in life.... these certain things are only a handful. Had they been huge in number I would have been judged as over demanding from life, but as they are equivalent to negligible.... I want them.

Pages from an incomplete Book....

Firstly I would like to take this opportunity to apologize to my 1 1/2 readers around the world. I know I had promised to be back with the right topic but as you know by now I am so good at keeping promises. The only thing that I did do as promised was skip gym but I would like to take this moment to plead to RG that please don’t use unparliamentarily language because I skipped gym.. I was attending my twin nieces (Hey I am not that old.. its just that I have old cousins) Rias and Fias Birthday party. I thought atleast this year the children would stop crying when they see candle flames or the knife and cut the cake but to my despair my cousin brother had to once again take the responsibility of doing the honours. If only children could understand what they mean to their parents.. I guess it’s a never ending saga.. parents trying to convey a message to their chidren and often children not understanding it.. anyways I am will come back to that in 2015 or so right RG???
Anyways a few months ago I had thought of writing a book and embarked on a journey to attempt writing it never got past the 8th page guess my approach was not right.. Well it’s a tribute to a person who has taught me a lot in life gave me the courage and trained to speak up infront of a crowd and win prizes to write what’s on my mind and impress people always believe that I can do whatever my heart desires. Suneel Sir we love u get well soon….
DON’T QUIT

When things go wrong
As they sometimes will,
When the road youre trudging
Seems all uphill;
When the funds are low
And the debts are high;
And you want to smile,
But you have to sigh;
When care is pressing you
Down a bit.
Rest if you must,
But don’t you quit.
Success is failure turned inside out,
The silver tint
Of the clouds no doubt,
And you never can tell
How close you are,
It may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight
When you\re hardest hit…
It’s when things go wrong that you must not quit…………
- Anonymous
I remembered seeing that poster stuck on the door of his locker in school. Perhaps during those days I didn’t read it properly or maybe I was too young to understand what it meant but sitting in his flat in Mumbai and seeing that poster again after nearly two decades made me realize what had kept this man going strong for all these years despite all the hardships he faced in life. I could still see the shine on his face, the smile which had made me feel confident about myself, a smile which said, ‘its ok if you make a mistake, I am here to guide you but never say I quit.‘

I was always a shy child in school and I had always been extremely conscious about myself. The Annual Talent Show at school was the most sought after cultural activity. Students would spend weeks practicing in order take home a certificate which had their names written on it. I was not sure I could do anything significant but after continuous pep talks from my mother I finally decided to give it a try.

So the big day finally arrived and I was watching the other participants do so well and I was just praying that I don’t embarrass myself. The thought of winning was never in my mind.
“The next participant in the Mono-act competition is TT VI- K”,” Oh god! that’s me”, I thought to myself. Well here goes. I gathered all my courage and walked up to the stage to perform my event.
Seeing such a huge crowd sent shivers down my spine but I felt since I have come this far I might as well give it my best shot. As soon as I said “Dear friends I am about to perform….. “, I heard a bell from the time keeper. “Your time is over”. The entire crowd started laughing because I didn’t even start and due to the shock of my debut performance ending before it even started crushed me. Rules were rules and I had to get off the stage. “How could 3 minutes get over so fast”. It was hard for even a 6th grade student like me to understand. Is this what they meant by the world is a stage and we are all mere performers?, Well if it is then I am a flop.. I felt so miserable, so small.

Suddenly a classmate came up to me and asked “ what were u actually planning to perform” that’s all I remember because after that I started crying so bitterly that the centre of attention was not my classmate who had won the competition but me. I could hear people saying “ why is he crying?” ; “Oh that’s because he didn’t win”. I wanted to shout to all of them “No I didn’t get a fair chance”.. and I promised myself I will never participate in any competition ever again.

To be continued ……………………………………………………….

Punk-avatar

chapter 765 (I love giving random numbers) of my boy-met-girl-and-after-that-the-disaster-which-was-unstoppable series.
I love wearing slit back dresses..... I hope my audience has no objections to that!!! Even if they have...I see very few ways of irradicating it! Dig out your eyes, bury your face or do the bewitch act for yourself. This personal description of what i like has nothing to do with the following read-up. Just wanted to give it a hot start!!!
A friend's sister is the punk stylo converted into the FTV model. Growing-up years of a child can be tough for parents and even more traumatic for the kid. A standing example was the sister in question! The perpetually confused teenage organism. Teenage suddenly sounds like a disease. The loud make-up, red lipstick, body piercing at places which are painful to the visible eye. How can I ever miss out on the tattoo? I once saw a youtube video on the art of tattoo making wherein even colours are filled in the design. The way eight to nine needle are sqeezed together and attached to a hand machine and how the needles move at fifty pokes per minute! Ouch! These puck kids have it... I must say they have some guts to do it. TT doesnt understand the cult i guess! He is the most sane NRI i have ever come across! oh! we never use "come across" we technically use "bump into"! It sounds cuter as per him! well as per me as well! Without diverting the topic and staying put to the punk cult issue I would like to add that this habit of diverting from the currect topic of conversation to anything and everything on the blue planet and outside is a direct influence of my literature classes and my very influential set of professors who continuously day in and day out make it a point to drill the fact into my small compressed brain that topics can have connections and links everywhere so.... go out and explore...!!!!
I hear people say that all this is a result of the western influence. But I have a question.... Globalisation brings together distant and distinct worlds wherein amalgamation, exchange and adaptation is the method to progress! Wow! Heavy words... putting it simply, we are expanding.. 'go forth and multiply' has attained true meaning in this world. We can't deliberately stop this wave now which we had ourselves initiated in the guise of exchange of ideas and theories and given very many intellectually provoking ideologies to the world around us to declare that we are capable of taking in the pressure. Then how and why do we try to blame the outsider?
Coming back to punk cult...and the party at my dearest friends place. My sweet friend wasn't very sweet in welcoming the punk queen, the kid sister! Even though her face said it all my sweet friend introduced her kid sister by saying, 'Oh! she is such a carrier of the torch of change!' Hmm... now I know what it means when u say....Change is the only constant object in life. What is constant here; my friend's change or sister's punk avatar..that I leave upto the reader to decide.