The GUM

It cost a rupee. It was chewed upon until it lost all its juices. When the taste got bitter, It was thrown out of the mouth like a catapult on the burning asphalt. It waited its destiny until I stepped on it. It got stuck under the sole of my sandal. What a shame! But as useless as it can get, it now has a purpose in life, to make its presence felt through the uncomfort caused to the foot and thus to the man who wears it.
What we see here is classic example of revival, a plot displaying optimism at its best. All one has to do is to wait and wait for the right foot trying to force you down into dust, until you cling to it and make him regret for his move. What follows next totally depends on how well the gum can do what it does best. Whether it has lost flavor or elasticity or the adhesive character does not cause much of a hindrance to its aim and destiny.
If I told you that you were as wasted as the chewed gum, you could well answer me back referring to my blog.
Years ago, while still a kid, I got into a similar situation and like any other curious kid, I tried getting rid of the thing. So I sat down until I realized the best way to do it is to leave the sandal upside down, facing the sun for a long time so that the gum dried and would no more stick to the sole.
Now, I know, how it happened, more importantly why it happened; leaving aside the logical reasons, all I can say is that as soon as the gum realizes having won over the suppressing sole, it gives way. This last fight leaves it drained, devoid of all its powers and capabilities until it sees its end. It never cared what the world thought. But I know that the Gum always was a Winner.

a short story

When GOD got DRUNK

Let’s say, God got a bit too drunk at the New Earth Party and ended up being late to office the next day. Since there was no one to ask him why, he decides, he would punish himself for his tardiness. Centuries pass by until one day he realizes it’s time to penalize himself.
So he exchanges souls with a drunkard on earth for a day. Now if the story was about the drunk in God’s boots, it would not turn out be interesting enough. I mean how creative can you get with a drunkard at the God’s desk looking down at the world. From the top he would see thousands of people banging into each other, quarreling, making love, competing for a place, moving hurriedly as if all that mattered was covering maximum ground each day. In the whole process, some would cry, die, laugh or starve. He would never enjoy this and probably look for alcohol in desk’s drawer.

But what’s interesting is how God survives his day on earth. Only he knows that he is not the inebriate anymore. He would probably hate his body; look for money in his pocket to get a hair cut. So like any other broke drunkard, he would beg for a few pennies. What a waste of talent.[:P]
And now as the day passes by, his body demands food and may be alcohol in some form or the other. Since God decided to be a good man, he stops a gentleman hurrying to catch the bus and says,” O Son of Adam! I am the Almighty you pray to each Sunday at the church. You can do some good by helping me get food; for I have sinned and have to stay in this body for a day.”
The man says” Ah! I hear that everyday. Here, take the penny and go get drunk. And for your information I am not a catholic.”God realizes its time the world ended and they had another party up there- THE HAPPY NEW EARTH PARTY.

16

THE QUORUM for A HAPPY LIFE



How many people do I need around to lead a happy life? They say - You need a Dad, and a Mom all through your growing years, a girl friend in the years of trial and errors at love and life, a dog(I count it as a near and dear one) to play with when you have a home of your own, a nurse to look after you when you are old and wasted, and of course your family(wife and son) at your death bed.
Apart from this I need a few more people. I would love to have a cook, who would make me great food everyday, a gardener for my green grass, cacti and flowers, a doctor to take care of ailments that keep coming back. I figured out that I need three friends in life, three close friends to be more precise. This may sound funny, but I would need one for playing golf with, one to share my dinner and wine with and the third to talk to in my library over issues interesting and intellectual.
I can also afford to have a teacher all throughout my life, whom I could refer to in times of confusion, illusion and deadlocks, also a student to teach whatever life taught me, to make him learn from my mistakes.
I always dreamt of having a secret relationship of which the world has no idea. You know the kind I am talking about, of which you are not so proud, could well be a pain in the ass for the rest of the life. But may be when I have everything else, I can try having this someone.

And this I guess sums up the total number of people I need, without thinking of the fact that I will be needed back by many. For a happy life I will have to make sure my contribution in their lives is a positive one and they end up dying happy like me.

The poor kid's tiffin box

THE HAPPY & THE HURT


You know it when You are happy.
When the red is redder and smiles are wider!
When its green in the heart and blue in the head!
You feel great! Infact felt never better!

But its true that the Hurt live in the same world as you.
See the same red, only duller this time
Carry the same smile, for the sake of the Happy few
They try hiding the agony, they know its not glorious.

Its like the kid who tries hiding his tiffin box from others He knows its not as tasteful and desirable as the others’.
Its like the ugly soar on the knee you hide from others but spend hours staring at it when alone.

Why does the Hurt like solitude?
Why does the Happy want the world to know ?

Try thinking about this.
The Happy few tell the world, the happy story. And who exactly are the listeners, the sad souls.
The Hurt hide it from the happy world of others, because they know their story is like the poor kid’s tiffin box.

second life

2nd

I am the second child of my parents. I always stood second in my class. The only bicycle I had was a second hand. It was the second try at IITJEE that got me through. Even in college I am far second to the Dep.Topper. While taking the GRE , It was only at my second trial I managed to get a not so respectable score. I am the second boyfriend of my girlfriend. I am trying for the second time to go the United States.
So where are my firsts?
During my first kiss, the only thing that came to my mind was that I am the second guy she is kissing. My first computer made sure that my second semester was ruined academically. The second room I have shifted to in my hostel is filthier than the first. The first time I talked about the girl in my life to my Dad, both of us were threatened. [:P]

Even the guy who stands third in my rating system would take me as mostly harmless. So how unimportant is being a second. It always keeps me in a fix to decide which school of thought I should belong to. It’s like the famous glass of water scenario; call it half filled or half empty. I find myself perfectly normal. But it is tough to decide which side to get closer to. I can’t bear to be a second at everything I do. And believe me this has seriously affected my psyche. I underrate myself at academics and overrate myself at love. I create a misbalance of opportunities served and the successes made. I am still waiting at my first successful First. May be I have to wait till my second life. [:P]

Hi!

“See you tomorrow
Take care
Bye!”

How cold a parting would it be had I just said ”BYE!”

“Ok dear.
BBye
Love you
Byeee!”

How less romantic, less in love would she sound if she just uttered-BYE

What does Bye mean to any of us?
An obligation, a necessary expression of End!
They say it’s a nice farewell remark!
I believe it will never be nice by itself.
It needs an addition of expression or emotion.
The angry wife leaving the house and saying BYE
The lovers parting forever saying BYE
The kid turns to his father while standing at the school gate and says BYE

All these and many more situation make Bye a lonely word. A word that simply asks to make it more meaningful.
And yet we keep using it again and again to end things for us. It ends secret meetings, weak relationships, evening walks, internet chats, even lives, sometimes making it easier for the parting soul who stands at the doorstep ready to leave but short of words. Sometimes I feel sorry for It, not because its monotonous, but because it has to perform its infallible duty to mean nothing else, not even a slight deviation from its only meaning, i.e. to end.
BYE!