FURY IN MY HEART

I recently finished reading "The Catcher in the Rye". Awe-fucking-some book man!. This post is inspired by this book but not in a way Partner was inspired by Hitch or many of the recent movies are inspired by other movies. I thought, I should also list things which makes me want to puke. These things were always there in my heart but I never had guts to puke them out. Its the book which made me feel to write this crap.

Anyway, I hate people making "Double-Quote" gesture with their hands while speaking. Ick!. Why do they do this. This is very, to say the least, disgusting to me. Whats the point in making those stupid looking gesture while speaking. You can emphasize your words by doing million other things.

Anyway, I took this stupid photo (sorry for bad quality) today. These kind of corny things are prevalent in the region around me.This gate is always closed. Why not make a goddamn wall? This stinks. I have stopped going by that road. It is so frustrating to see that again every time you go. Puking stuff! Anyway, Most of the government Dept's, those should be working closely, are working very independently. Let's take those making roads and those laying underground cables. Cable walas will always come after the road construction is complete and will start digging it. This always happens like this only. No one cares! Can't they collaborate, work closely or something.

They made a side road around IIT hostel gate and there was lot of fuss about it. Those road side rehdiwalas were displaced and after 8-10 months they have completely removed the roads and are making subways or something. God knows! Poor Bastards. No planning...Only monkey business.

This list can go on but I have no patience to tell you all that. Hopefully, You are also not interested in reading anymore. How can I cut it without mentioning those corny "K..." serials. They stinks as hell. Those repetitive actions (may be as silly as having a look at somebody) showing same thing 4-5 times kills me. If you feel like it then look at the ladies with all that makeup in those serials. You will surely feel like puking.

A Life in a state of utter chaos...just like this board.

THE PLANE WHICH NEVER TOOK OFF

Every man builds (or at least gives it a try) a plane and I think I'm no different. Certain kind of the maneuvers are expected to be successful in the air. Some of us are born with it, some acquires it from surroundings and others keep on playing the blame game.

In a way all of us, at some point of time in our life, have already been on the wing before really getting into that beautiful blue sky. Imagination is not what we strive for, Its reality. At some level, everyone puts everything he or she can, but it is not necessary that everybody who tried, and even those who did it with a lot of love and passion, will be able to take wing.

I also tried it, I am still trying and may be I will keep trying to get that plane in the air. The plane which had many flights of imagination, but I must say that I built a structure that never took off. Now, "It hurts ....It really does!"

In the end, those flying plane matters and I am no Howard Roark either who will fight the world for doing things he loves.

An Outsider's Outlook

If you can keep your eyes wide open and mind at frustration level lower than threshold then humor can be found even in the local over-crowded buses. Though, I do not like to travel a lot but still I have to. I am describing here a few dialogs listened in the local buses. These situations may or may not be funny, but they surely left me thinking and laughing. Actually, these dialogues were superb in those situations. These are "true stories".

First situation was in a local Noida-Greater Noida yellow bus. These buses are designed beautifully and are more spacious than normal local buses but there seems to be some problem with UP Govts think tank . come on man!..Not yellow!. UP Govt. school dress is orange pent and white shirt. Who suggests them such nice colours? Anyway, The bus was, as usual, more than full. I, with one of my friend Harsh ( Name changed), was going to old Delhi for bus ticket reservation for my journey home. At this time of the year, weather in Noida just starts chilling a little bit but in the day time its still hot.

We, three people were sitting in a space which was meant for two. Myself away from the window and Harsh between me and a man sitting to the window side and the windows was closed. There were many people standing in the empty space between two side's seats. There was a stout man standing very close to us and was very frustrated with the crowded space and was almost sweating. Out of frustration he suddenly said to the man sitting close to the window, "Bahar kya barf pad rahi hai kya, Khidki khol do....". The face of the man sitting close to the window was like anything.

Second one is the story of a blind man of age around 25. He came in the bus and after asking some people went to the seat reserved for physically handicapped people. The blind man was asking for the seat and was not polite in the situation where he should have been. The person who was was already sitting there, and the blind man argued him for the seat. Finally, the man who was sitting said, "You are not physically handicapped." ...and the reply came..." Bhaiya UP ke ho kya .....Dimag-wimag nahin hai kya." In a bus full of UP people, none reacted to this...surprising....No. Not realy!. Finally, blind man got his seat and started talking to the person sitting beside him. In the conversation, blind man said, " Amrika ne Atal Bihari Vajpayee se india ke andhe mange the....usne diye nahin."....It's difficult to get logic behind this and even more surprising is where did the man get this idea.

"Tu Kua Madhuri Dixit hai kya ...." This dialogue was received by a around 28 years of old lady in a crowded bus when she blamed a man for pushing her. Everything is fine but...Bipasha, Priyanka aur Mallika mar gayi kya....

A Lone Heart .............

Pointless and blank in search of thoughts.
Confused and perplexed in the quietude.
Interpreted against what ought to be.
Asked about the objective of subjective mind.

Getting nowhere, halted by the options.
Mired in the morass, trying harder but in vain.
Waiting for the light at the end of tunnel.
The sadness tinged the life, pessimism creeping in the heart.
Solitude swirling over, in desperate need of the commiseration.
Intimidated by the great expectations, reclusion as the only acquaintance.
The lone heart roam searching for the ray of hope.