Chapaat v2.0

Thursday, March 23, 2006

Thats him, Mani.

Mani is a nice boy. Or atleast he's clever enough to make others believe he's one. But all his cleverness fails him to get what he wants. As it never matters who this dumb character called Mani was. The world moves on.

Striving hard to make a place in this speedy world and get himself a position, he fails to understand what shall come of use and what shall not. He think's everything's useless but, alas, the defect lies in his vision. The days pass and so do nights with him thinking of attaining one thing he wants to get in life. Peace. Nothing else but peace. Dreaming and doing nothing else. Not realizing his stay is so short he continues to wry around ignorant of the one day when he shall have to cry around.

He hates slyness. He says that. But saying that is of no use, it still stays with him. He wants to be liked, loved rather, but also wants to not learn to love. But he wants to love. He's a confused fella. His biggest problem is that he cannot stay in one mode of thought. The states are so extreme and inertial. In the company of more than one person he becomes the light-headed Mani, entertaining at times and hard to endure at others. But there's this climate he likes to be in, where in he's disappointed and sad. He's truly demented but he just wishes people know that too for some still think of him as sane. Sudden outburts or silent retreats are very normal for this abnormal being, if I may call him human. But humans know what is right and what is wrong. He's an animal going by his senses and always ending up with non-sense.

He thinks he's the best, most worthy and most capable though he never says this aloud, afraid of being regarded as immodest. Perhaps there's some part of pride related with being known as modest too. He says he likes honesty. I guess he does but there are these times when he cannot find the courage to be honest.

Sometimes he becomes outright expressing all that he bears inside while he choses silence at others. Sometimes he's not bothered about what all happens but sometimes he hates everything. It is the quality of the wise to learn from others' mistakes but this inane chap cannot accept his own as a teacher. The biggest quality he holds which makes him qualify as category #1 fools is trait of expectations. He is like that stupid spider who makes on building webs in the path of elephants. Perhaps it was him who a wise person saw and coined the phrase 'Try try until you suceed' or until you die coz you're not gonna get what anything by expectation except infliction. Ironically, I quote Mani "It is a sin to expect". They say a mob has no brain so by this logic you could call him a mob, a mob of frenetic thoughts, desires, worries and more thought and more desires and more worries and more demands......

If you're given a blank screen and a keyboard and you're told to type in something, most people I'm sure would type, '[My name] is a good boy/girl'. Mani used to do that too till recently I observed he's been typing 'Mani seems to be a good boy' in such a situation.

In this world, nothing comes for free. Nothing. Except.... Yes. There's one this which everybody can give! Advice. Why ? Because no one wants to keep it to themselves but push them onto others becuase one himself cannot listen but it is easy to make others listen. No one will follow the advice they give but act as if they're the directors of the IAC (Indian advice commission).

He asks me, 'Why, in this world, is everybody so selfish ???", and I tell him maybe he's right in thinking but maybe its his eye that eludes him. He has been made to imagine the world play as a merchant trade where every merchant is looking for his own profit, in a deal big or small. He's desperate to find selflessness. "Its there in you. Find it inside, you'll see it around.", is what I 'advice' him. Though there're more advices I keep giving him. For example I've been teaching him the definition of unfortunate. A person who gains pleasure by conferring pain to another is unfortunate as it will come back in the same way. Life's pretty balanced. But would he listen ? Haha. He thinks friends are for free. More than once has the thought incurred to him to drop all friends. Afterall, what good're friends ? Except when he needs a pen or some notes to study or a call to make.

The colors of the world attract him and unknowingly he is drawn into the vicious circles of life like the deer that runs after the mirage, tired, to know that what he got, was nothing he thought. Mani if you read this, please know that the world is round. It is round. Snap out of it. Please I selflessly want nothing but your well-being. This is my advice to you.

Update:
Mani likes dead bodies. He does not want people to be dead (though his want will not change anything) but the dead have a quality to be revered. A dead man does not jump with excitation while being exalted and a dead man does not cry when insulted. If a dead is told he has struck a lottery, he will not have a heart attack and if he is informed about his bankrupcy, he will not react. The only problem with the dead is its lack of life and love, otherwise it has virtues one a many. There's this poem he wrote once when someone praised his blog.

There are some reasons to respect a corpse,
But the living shall only disdain it,
For a dead shall not emanate tear drops,
may you disgrace or try to pain it,
For the dead shall not jump with joy,
may you express, your most extreme reverence,
For its inherent poise, you cannot destroy,
may you try a million, with unending perseverance.

So I regard those qualities neglecting its lifelessness,
Seemingly some might praise 'me' or 'my' exaggeratedly or otherwise,
But this tingle of egoistic pleasure aggravates my restlessnes,
I believe everything, my blog or me, is bound by demise.
The blogs shall keep coming and going and so shall the writers,
time ensures a replacement for all, time always has a way,
who am I to thank, there'r millions superior to me,alas, just overnighters,
who will continue to exist and enthrall, but shall be replaced one day.

Mani is hungry. Very. Of what ? He is hungry of virtues, of selfnessness, of honesty, of tolerance, of humility, of self-control and of love. How sadistic are you, the vices , why don't you leave him ? What harm has he done to you ? But do they listen ? They say Mani is a tasty mind to reside in as he obeys them very dilligently. What more do dictators need!

Mani, listen to me. Accept your vices. Accept them, embrace them. And embrace them so bloody hard as to strangle them to death. You shall get many things in life, family, friends, money, motor, gaadi, banglaa, (even maa) but the day you get their death, you will get what you have always dreamed of. So work on not thinking about failure, for 'The fear of failure is the biggest failure'. There're no setbacks or mistakes. Just lessons. (Courtesy: The monk who sold his ferrari, a must read.)

Thank you. I love you.

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Sunday, March 19, 2006

Indian Movie Hahahahaaha

(Got this by male... errrrr.. Mail !)

Friday, March 17, 2006

Am I that cute ?

Disclaimer: The story below is almost, purely fictional. Any resemblance with any individual (or group) living, dead or dying should most probably be coincidental.

It was a cool autumn night. The 17th day of march, 2005. And it happened. Everything looked different. The spider hung down from its slender thread staring straight into my eyes and me staring into his. Wooh! Risking his life to look at me ? Huh! Stupidity or what. Ah! But why am I telling you about the spider ? Its holds no significance. Any good reader could have easily differentiated between the significant and the not. Alas. Not digressing, peculiarly enough, I was sitting with nothing much to do. (Actually!) . So I stared at my yahoo messenger list hoping to wrack some brain's thinking ability by one of my forceful chat sessions on burning hot topics (no not that you pervert). I found no victim.

I had once painted a flower in black and white. I use that as my display image, but it has a certain purpose. Suddenly enough, I saw the yahoo! saying
[some name] is now online. I thought, why not. So I asked that guy,
"Hey dyood. Do you see my pic ?"
"Yes I do."
"Do you know what it means ?"
"No.. Please tell me"
"Okay.. It is for me, a reminder of the person I'm talking to.. In this case, it being you."
He sees the flower(the phool) and says
"Oh Really! Am I that cute!", gives a smugly smile.
And I burst out laughing. Actually. What I mean was that I have put the picture of a Phool(flower) to remind me that the one I'm talking to is a fool and Mr.Cutie Pie gets such meaning out of it. I have named him flower since then. And mind you, you can call flower anything, but cute!

There's three things I hate about my college. Studies, exams and assignments. They take up all my time. But then I imagine, if there were no assignments to do and no tensions of minors and no reports to be submitted, I would've spent all day gazing at yahoo and meeting more flowers in the process. So they're good. I was just chatting with a friend and I started giving her fundas of life out of the blue just when I noticed that I'd invented a nice quote, nice enough to be my status and be quoted here too. It goes like..
Do your best, Accept the rest.

Flower says this is the first time my status made sense.
Life's beautiful. Talking about beauty, try this beautiful post where people can make a hell lot of sense.
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My deerest friend Odie has started a blog. Aaj dekho, roz dekho, ek dekho
http://its-not-funny.blogspot.com/

Sunday, March 12, 2006

Firangi

Young deepu always loved firangis. (Esp firangi girls). In his dreams, he dreamt firangis. In his talks, he talked firangis. In his food, he ate (like) firangis. Deepu's papa was indignant at this absurd obsession but he didn't have much he could do.

"What do you want to do when you grow up deepu bete? ", asked his papa's cousin daughter's father-in-law's friend's son-in-law's brother(he was also called unkill), who had come to visit Deepu's family. Deepu's eyes lit up as he said
"I want to be a firangi!"
Unkill gave him a confused look leaving Deepu's papa to stand embarrassed. So his papa hurriedly took deepu inside saying "Arre.. yeh to bacha hai... Nadaan hai.." (Oh.. He's just a kid, he's naive)

When Unkill left, Deepu's papa had a raging discussion with Deepu and demanded such senseless obsessions should be got rid of, at once.
"Deepu get all this firangi crap out of your mind and start concentrating on your studies!"
But deepu was a boy of his own dreams. He was a freedom lover. At night, he woke up and went to his parents' room. He touched his sleeping-parents' feet, looked at them, cried a bit and left leaving behind a note.
It said "Dear ma + pa, I goes to bombay, becoming firangi. Dont cry. Dont wurry. Sleep. By"

But as soon as deepu stepped out of his house, it was dark.. Very dark! So deepu thought I'll go after 10 mins as he wanted to see his house, his room, his belongings, just once. So he went and sat in his room looking at his things for the last time. He sat in the dim light imagining how being a firangi would be, how happy he would become but he had no idea how to become a firangi.. Nevertheless, he was full of hope. He sat and thought.

Deepu woke up to see his parents and his 6 siblings surrounding him. They had found the note and Deepu had fallen asleep. Deepu cried. But his family gave him disappointed looks and everybody went away disgusted as his foolishness. They did not talk to deepu for the next 10 days to come.

But now, Deepu had completely changed. He did even say the word 'firangi' once. He did not go out to play and had started studying hard. As this time passed, his parents knew that he was now a new deepu.(New and improved). Deepu tried to talk to his family, but nobody talked to him.. So this time, his papa went to him...
"Deepu bete.. What do you want to do when you grow up ?"
"Pa.. First I will study very hard"
Pa was the happiest person on earth (and mars too).
"Pa... Then I will top..."
"Pa... Then I will get into a good college"
"Pa... I'll top there too.."
"Pa... Then I'll get a very good job in a good MNC"
"Pa... Then I'll work very hard and get promoted to become the CEO"
His papa was imagining his CEO son was almost beginning to tear (Khushi ke aasoon, what else ?)
"Pa... Then when I'll become the CEO, I'll earn a lot and keep saving everything"
"Pa... Then when I'll have a large amount in my bank, I'll give up my job and spend all that I saved to become a firangi.. "
"Pa... I want to become a firangi"

His papa moved out silently, disappointed.
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Today deepu is a firangi living happy with his firangi kids and firangi wife working in a small farm with all other firangi farmers and enjoying his firangi life. When you want something with all your heart, the whole universe (except his pa) conspires to fulfill your desire.

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Tuesday, March 07, 2006

Fone Gimmicks

Its a rule. Whats a rule ?
Its a rule that whenever some friend of mine gets a call on his/her cell, I would attempt to feign his/her voice and attend to the call. Though it doesn't work very well, but I enjoy it. (Ofcourse I don't take calls from parents etc).

So it was this time A,B,C,D,E,F.... (i don't know upto what) and me were sitting together. (all guys). Suddenly D's phone rang. So it being a reflex action, I picked it up and said
"Helooooooooo"
Damn! Some female figure spoke up. I thought "Oh shit!"
and gave the phone back to D not wanting to spoil D's female relations. So as soon as D started talking,
"Hello ma'am... Yes Ma'am.."
It was some teacher of his.Then I, the dastardly one(Oye! Remember... Dastard not b*stard) , gave G an idea. (Its a standard idea.. don't curse me for it). So G pretended to be this sweet female who said aloud twice...
"Arre D! Kapde to pehen lo..." (Dear D, atleast wear your clothes first)

The Embarrassed D ran out of the room and brought back within 30 seconds an irritated and discomposed look with himself,
"What the hell you guys!! Kya karte ho!!! "
We all started laughing hard as he said,
"You know... she asked me"-
"D are you busy ??? Should I call you later"
"No no ma'am its okay..."
"No no I'll call you later" and she hung up..

This was the limit... It was the first time the caller had fallen for this gimmick. Though we have many other pranks to play too.. for example when people get calls from their parents
"Abe woh vodka kee bottle pass kar yaar" (Please pass that vodka bottle)
or
"Tu kya sirf Wills peeta hai kya ??" (Do you smoke only Wills)


Then there was one time, when one of my friends was talking to her boyfriend and a guy within us said ..
"Yaa to mera haath pakad le, yaa usse baat kar le" (Either hold my hand or talk to me).

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I'm strongly against all this sort of crap.Crap crap crap. It is, certainly, extremely indecent to do such malicious acts. It simply brings out a lot about your character. How can somebody blurt out such unseemly words when someone is in the middle of a conversation ? Huh! Won't you agree ?

Saturday, March 04, 2006

Aaj kya taareek hai bete

Till date(and time) about.. err.. 14+2+1 = 16 people have complimented me about my calculational skills. I'm too good at calculation. I know. Thank you. I remember this one time when my friend was panick-stricken as he had to submit his practical report for the final exam with only 10 mins left and he had to do about a million crucial calculations. He was hysterical.
"Get me a bloody calculator" he said to me.
But there was not a single bloody calculator in a radius of 3.12 km. He was about to cry when I patted his shoulder and said
"Don't worry my friend. I will be your calculator. ", I said with sympathetic eyes. (Yes the emotion lies in the eye!). His rocky heart melted smelling the friendly odour coming of my sacrificing words and his thankful eyes began to water.
"You're a real friend! I love you for this"
(Damn! Why do only guys say this to me!!)

As the melodramatic part ended, we started with our computational bit. He would say a huge 10 term calculation consisting of various operations like add, multiply and even subtraction and all.
"Okay now do, 28.2878 X 238787.3 - 3827.828 - 287387 ", he would say..
"Its 2762.71187434431434238" and would get an answer like this.
And before he would finish saying out the expression, he would have the answer(That too till 14 decimal digits). He thanked me as he wrote down each digit, taking him closer to the completetion of his darned calculations. Seeing my enagmatic style of calculation and expedited form of expression evaluation going on, a huge crowd gathered till the time we finished our work. As he wrote down the last number which signified his result for his 6 months of research, his victorious eyes had water, but these were the over cliched 'Khushi ke aasoon'. Nevertheless, he was the happiest person on earth and mars. As he got up from his report, the whole crowd cheered for me and applauded heartily. But my intention was not to gain fame or recognition but just to help a friend(I'm an angel type person). He ran to his exam room with hopeful eyes waving huge byebyes at me. Later I found out, he got an F for blashphemous results. Huh! That stupid creature, he does not know how to take observations and blames my overexceptional computational ability for his failure.

I may be as accurate as a 64 bit floating point integer and as fast as a 3.4 Ghz 512MB RAM PC, but I maybe wrong sometimes, afterall I'm human. It was 20th feb when I thought I'll break for 15 days and quickly wrote see you on 5th march. Damn hell! Its been 13days and not 15! So I erred. But well, once in a 18398283 times is fine I guess.

So if you ever felt that my name was 'Ze Exaggeratorr' or from the kinship of the word, you were wrong. Sorry, I feel greatly hurt to tell you, that you have been duped, for I'm back! (I feel sorry for your shocked eyes). Yessiree! Its me back here again for a 13 day break into action bringing loads of drama, romance, action, thrill, more drama, suspense, passion, even more drama, climax, anticlimax and many other sensational elements I can't seem to remember.

While these 13 days passed at their natural pace, I felt as if they passed by very quickly. Well, generally it would be I was at peace to have time skip by faster than it actually does but my life didn't change much apart from the fact that I did not post anything. It is, however, of little interest to anybody that I read the 2nd book of my life called The Alchemist. I'm not a book review expert so I'd only say, it is one of my 5 favourite books followed by 5.someone and 3 slots empty in that list. I see people reading 1000's of books but I wonder what fun they acquire of it... and to discover that I wish to read but my bloody impatient self does not allow me to. Damn it. Me not cares.

At last, I would like to thank you all for patience, perseverance and capability to bear me and my stupid chapaats. But you dare not forget to praise me for my super-extraordinary super fast and highly sound compuatational skills and unimaginable decimal accuracy abilities.

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