REST IN PEACE..

Yesterday, I went for a prayer meeting as my top Boss lost his father..only one thing came out from the whole thing, its important how people will remeber you when you are gone. The lady singing the bhajans talked about the sand talking to the potter as to how much he can mould it as one day the sand will swallow him..secondly, i realised that small gestures in troubled times means a lot to people in distress and the person shall always remember that..third, the old people were freaking out on the bhajans, I guess one day my riffs will mellow down to these..whatever, everything said and done, i realised that life is short to be troubled about things which are only in your head, come to think about it, everything is in your head..

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UDAAN: 

Aanein wala waqt dega panayein, ya phir se milegain do rahein..kya pata..aaazzaaadeeyaaannn...f

FACT OR FICTION

Why is that our judgements and opinions make us see what we want it to be. I am such a cheap skate and I am impressed by the brand a person is wearing and that is my first filter to treat him/her in a certain mannner. So till the time you done tell me that you are Mr. X who is a Ninja by profession, I might take you to be an imbecile milksop frying in a pan..I have worked hard on this and want it to change. But then I think its better to be paranoid and have opinions about people even if you dont know them.

It helps I guess..as they very rightly say, if it looks like a duck, quacks like a duck and walks like a duck, then it is a duck..so impressions aint bad after all, the worst is that they can change and we are ready for it..

USELESS

I really dont believe in the theory that you should always be young. I mean i can think that I am still 17 but then the bodyaches the next day make me realise that dude, I am 30 plus. 30 plus reminds me of the famous pill that our very own Jitender propogated when I was 14.

Come to think of it, I cant really think of being a young man. I am not saying I am old but I dont seem to connect with the things I used to. I do not relate to loud music in smoky bars any more. I cannot see myself drinking like a fish with the sole aim of getting pissed drunk. I can dance but not in Delhi anymore.

So what do i want to do, observe and see how and what people are doing. The wisdom tells me to learn through other peoples experience and see yourself in those eyes. RED and drunk ofcourse..

Guess what? I cant start afresh. Do the Evolution thing is just not my cup of tea..So i have decided to continue with this shit..

I have this urge to write on my morning jogs in Chicago and Knoxville and the one I ventured out on the Delhi roads today morning. From Lexington Park to Saket, the change in the landscape and the view was drastic. All I could see was people shitting on the sides of a nalla flowing next to the Select City Walk Mall. The air was smelly and I had to watch out for stepping on Dogs pooh. India amazes me and and the way this country functions is no less then a miracle.

I welcome myself back on the Blog and the writer inside me is willing to come out again, read to spit it all baby..

I am starting a new Blog..a new AVATAR..BOOM SHANKER