Just back from 'Swades'.. A feel-good movie where Shah Rukh, an NRI who works at NASA. He comes down to India; and gets so inspired by the surroundings that he quits NASA to come and settle in a village. Big deal.. I would bet the last Ruppee in my pocket that had he seen K.R. Market in Bangalore, he would have taken the first flight back to the US.
There are 2 kinds of women in this world. One who can be your girlfriend, and one who can be your wife. Let's not speak much of the former... I have been doing that most of my life..
My dream woman... My marble ( marriageable ) lady... Smart and intelligent but down to earth... Modern but Indianism in her roots... Expressive eyes... Firm and resolute in her decisions... A woman of principles who would stand steadfast come what may.. My complementary of the fairer sex...
I won't say more... Watch 'Swades' folks... You will know !!!!
For a change, I am home today... It's been 7 straight weeks.. 7 straight Sundays that I haven't been home... Ever since Nidhi, my house-mate ( no.. we are not living-in.. and no.. we are not gays.. ) bought a car, we have been going to all the possible places you could ever go to in and around Bangalore... In the past 2 months, Unshakeable, ( that's what I call her ) must have been driven more than she must have been driven in the last 2 years.. Musafir you say, huh??
Was invited for a fashion show last week.. nay.. not as judge.. one of my friends asked me to accompany her.. But eventually we missed it.. just as well.. I would have been too captivated looking at my companion, to notice the ones walking the ramp..
The 1st of December marked my 1000th day in Bangalore. 1000 days... and it has flown like that ( clap your fingers to make that sound )... This morning, I had some time to myself to mull over the past.. over myself.. I was sitting in the patio looking at the skyline.. the crystal blue sky.. a light breeze blowing.. caressing my face, and moving its fingers through my hair... It felt nice.. felt nice to be able to feel it.. I am 26... But feel like 20.. still feel young.. still a kid at heart.. still love icecreams.. still love to watch cartoons.. still love to read comics.. still laugh...
Still laugh.. That's it.. that's the key.. laughter.. the key to youth.. hardly a day passes... when we are not rolling on the floor laughing hysterically.. Crazy you say?? maybe.. but.. feels nice to feel young.. crazy.. shit crazy... my crazy friends... Nidhi, Som, Veda, Rohith, Viks... I attribute my youth to you... Thanks a lot guys... for keeping me sane in this mad mad world..
Thanks a lot..
He was never like this as I knew him before.. He was a sweet, nice, gentle, innocent, adorable kid.. So much so that in 2 weeks time, no one could stand the sight of him in class.. He would sit in the park, on the bench, which was always wet with paint, with 2 of his best friends, who hated him more than he did them, and tell them stories which would make him throw up, if ever he heard them himself.."Am I sitting on your hand??" he would ask one.. "Uh.. I don't think so..""Am I sitting on your hand??" he would ask the other.."Uh.. I don't think so.." "These 2 are mine. Aren't they??" he would say stretching his palms in front."Uh.. We guess so..""Then whose goddamn hand is tickling my butt??"wham.. bam.. crunch.. The only human daring to seperate 3 fiercely fighting crazy kids has to be an even fiercely crazy teacher.. There was no dearth of those too... "Now I want all of you to pay close attention to me, and not interrupt in the middle.. Do I make myself clear??" he would ask. "Yes Sir..." we would chorus.. "Didn't I ask you not to interrupt?? Get out of the class, all of you !!!"
People are not only the crazy ones around.. Crazy things happen to you too.. Like this one time when I was in bed with this girl, that out of the blue she said,
"Darling.. I think I am going to have your baby!!"
"You must be crazy!!" I said.
"Sweetheart.. I mean it!!", said she.
"So do I!!", said I.
The next thing I know, there is a "poof", and I am sitting bolt upright in bed sweating like the Niagara... Why does this always happen to me?? Why can't dreams stay as dreams than turn into nightmares??
Crazy!! Shit crazy!! Go figure!!!
"I think Dr.Dang has stolen my mojo !!!", says my friend throwing his shirt on the floor... "There is this girl in my office... very nice girl.. very friendly... she asked me to accompany her for coffee this evening.. and... and.. I said I am preoccupied..." He bemoans.. "What in the name of f___ing shit is wrong with me???" Meet A. Himself is not the only person A finds wrong with.. "I hate the idlies they give there for breakfast.. She is beautiful, but why doesn't she wear a bindi?? People who travel early in the day don't take a bath, let's take a rick... Why isn't her navel round?" In spite of his constant complainings, A is a person you would give anything to be a comrade of.. You wouldn't find another with a better sense of humor and understanding..
"If any of you even look at her, I am gonna poke your eyes off.. She is mine... And I am in love with her.." Meet B, who constantly seems to forget the earlier person he was in love with when he sees the next. Armed with total extrovertness, a wonderful and attitude, and such open-mindedness, that his brain seems to fall out, B goes about serenading the ladies. "Oh!!! She has a boyfriend?? A seven footer?? weighs 200 pounds you say?? I don't give a damn.." Lean as a bamboo reed, with a mind as fickle as a bat, and a heart of a lion; B is the epitome of confidence... "Well.. Didn't you know?? I have a very fast pair of feet.."
In complete contrastness to A and B, is C; a serious individual with a penchant for doing things out of the ordinary. May it be in letting his hair down; putting his physique and mind to the sternest tests; or in bringing his house down trying to make dynamite in his laboratory at home ( but that was a long time back... ) If you like surprises, then with C, you will have plentiful.. him pulling a rabbit out of the hat every now and then...
D ... What can I not say about D?? D is the one I adore the most.. for his love of me, for his understanding, for his intellect.. If you have seen me, you will know him.. a wonderful person..more so a wonderful brother.. That's D for you..
Not even in my wildest dreams had I conceived of this... That I would have to line my body into such physical exertions; called exercise. I had banked so much on my metabolism to keep me fit and in good shape; irrespective of my cannibalistic habits; and so it had done faithfully for as long, that it had to be the growing flab around my waist that had to bring me back on earth.. I guess everything has a limit of its own...
Not that am worried about my physical appearance; that's the least I am bothered of.. But it's my slow inability to fit into my clothes, and my unwillingness to invest in a new wardrobe, that has made me take into jogging. Whatever be the excuse, it has made me admire the beauty of mornings even more...
The light drizzle kissing your cheeks; the wind beating against your chest; and singing through your hair; the trees laying a soft bed of flowers to tread on...
O Mornings... I love Thee...
I, Me, Myself
- Rithish
- Bangalore, Karnataka, India
I have six honest serving men, who have taught me all I know. They are - Who, What, When, Why, Where, and How.
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