All humans are same in their uniqueness. We all still try to find amongst the group, people whom we can identify with. Taking unknowingly the 1st little steps in forming boundaries, stonewalling a few people out while trying to stick with only a few. This is truly a basic human instinct and I guess we really have no way of working around this.
Now, while growing up, mom use to tell me don’t give someone the chance to bring out the thief in themselves; as I grew older I kind of realized this basically meant everyone has inside them the “Jekyll and Hyde”. Why make the potion in the 1st place then is one question I want to ask everyone? Coming up with the potion, the reaction of which one cannot control, does it mean we all intrinsically want to bring out the Hyde in us?
If in case you are totally lost in what I am trying o explain here, I am referring to some of the revered institutions we as humans have developed over generations; institutions like Religion in the form of faith, division based on Nationality. Why do we continue to stick to these potions when we cannot control what follows? These divide breeds nothing except hatred.
Shouldn’t we be just making things easier for ourselves by just differentiating good and evil? Why should we give our future generation these bad potions?
quick, say something!!!
Every once in a while my girlfriend would ask me to say something nice; this would generally elicit a blank response from me.
I would always end up thinking, were we not talking something nice just now? What exactly would qualify as ‘nice’? What if I say something stupid and she gets mad?
Basically it would make my mind go blank?
These few experiences let me to wonder if its same for all the male species of the world or was it just me.
Then I thought of consulting the almighty, know-it-all master GOOGLE; and google confirmed I wasn’t the only one of my species. This was a rather common and widespread phenomenon.
Also somebody had already grabbed hold of the idea(albeit clumsily) and tried to turn it into a business venture.
Try quick in case you want to see for yourself.
I would always end up thinking, were we not talking something nice just now? What exactly would qualify as ‘nice’? What if I say something stupid and she gets mad?
Basically it would make my mind go blank?
These few experiences let me to wonder if its same for all the male species of the world or was it just me.
Then I thought of consulting the almighty, know-it-all master GOOGLE; and google confirmed I wasn’t the only one of my species. This was a rather common and widespread phenomenon.
Also somebody had already grabbed hold of the idea(albeit clumsily) and tried to turn it into a business venture.
Try quick in case you want to see for yourself.
The White "Late" Tiger
If you want to make me smile, you just have to mention The White Tiger.
Not that I am crazily in love with the book; but it probably is the only book which I’ve completed in one sitting (I guess we can ignore those Engineering textbooks which I crammed through couple of hours before semester exams). Of course there were those two Samosas, and two cups of latte’ from coffee day in between. But more or less it was a single sitting.
The day had started off brightly, with me waking up a little earlier than usual. I psyched myself up for the long “two” hours bus ride to the airport. Really don’t know why I decided to take the bus though. I generally wouldn’t have done it. I probably wanted to act “Cool”, as in “Nonchalant cool”. I guess that was the only reason. Otherwise even today I just take a cab.
Five minutes wait in the bus stand and the bus came right on time(pretty impressive). Five minutes into the bus ride and I got the 1st call; darn why did the bus come on time. I still acted cool, told her I’d just wait in the airport as it’ll be just some half an hour delay. Put on the iPod and tried going to sleep. Sleep, as it happened, never happened.
My spirit was still high, well it still is(this one is for all you suckers).
Got down from bus, strolled down leisurely towards one of the many monitors. All flights from delhi were delayed, no specific ETA’s given, great I thought. Well at least it’ll give me time to cool down from the exertion from the travel, catch a little breadth; this was perfectly playing out to my idea of playing “Nonchalantly Cool”. “Two” mins wait and I didn’t know what to do. She had gotten into the flight, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too long. Now that I remember, I can really picture the old Guy upstairs rolling on the floor and laughing at me.
Half an hour went off with me having looked at every monitor in the place for at least a thousand and one times.
“Well lets go eat something” I told myself.
“Well we got stinking food, you sucker” all the stalls told me.
“Gift-shop” it said.
“Time-Pass” I read.
Inside is where I saw “Two” copies of “The White Tiger”. That tall mean looking guy had his eyes set on the book. I grabbed the other one before another mean looking guy came along.
Now 1st page till last, I wouldn’t tell you the story(C’mon I paid good money for the book, you suckers).
But in between all those pages, I had two samosas, two latte’s and a visit to the restroom.
I guess it must have been some 6 hours by then; still I was in high spirit.
7th hour went by with me searching around for another book. Couldn’t find anything interesting, so re-read couple of pages of the White Late Tiger, but the monitor gave me an ETA, I was in higher spirit. 8th hour it was, the plane landed. I was now in really really high spirit.
Few mins, probably those mins were the longest in the whole white tiger saga, later there she was, looking bright and cheerful, and really pretty if I may say.
The rest all story I’ll save up for a another day; probably when I don’t quite remember the details, giving myself plenty of room for improvisation.
Between all these I forgot, you guys, whoever’ve not read the white tiger, do read it.
It’s pretty nice.
Not that I am crazily in love with the book; but it probably is the only book which I’ve completed in one sitting (I guess we can ignore those Engineering textbooks which I crammed through couple of hours before semester exams). Of course there were those two Samosas, and two cups of latte’ from coffee day in between. But more or less it was a single sitting.
The day had started off brightly, with me waking up a little earlier than usual. I psyched myself up for the long “two” hours bus ride to the airport. Really don’t know why I decided to take the bus though. I generally wouldn’t have done it. I probably wanted to act “Cool”, as in “Nonchalant cool”. I guess that was the only reason. Otherwise even today I just take a cab.
Five minutes wait in the bus stand and the bus came right on time(pretty impressive). Five minutes into the bus ride and I got the 1st call; darn why did the bus come on time. I still acted cool, told her I’d just wait in the airport as it’ll be just some half an hour delay. Put on the iPod and tried going to sleep. Sleep, as it happened, never happened.
My spirit was still high, well it still is(this one is for all you suckers).
Got down from bus, strolled down leisurely towards one of the many monitors. All flights from delhi were delayed, no specific ETA’s given, great I thought. Well at least it’ll give me time to cool down from the exertion from the travel, catch a little breadth; this was perfectly playing out to my idea of playing “Nonchalantly Cool”. “Two” mins wait and I didn’t know what to do. She had gotten into the flight, so hopefully it wouldn’t be too long. Now that I remember, I can really picture the old Guy upstairs rolling on the floor and laughing at me.
Half an hour went off with me having looked at every monitor in the place for at least a thousand and one times.
“Well lets go eat something” I told myself.
“Well we got stinking food, you sucker” all the stalls told me.
“Gift-shop” it said.
“Time-Pass” I read.
Inside is where I saw “Two” copies of “The White Tiger”. That tall mean looking guy had his eyes set on the book. I grabbed the other one before another mean looking guy came along.
Now 1st page till last, I wouldn’t tell you the story(C’mon I paid good money for the book, you suckers).
But in between all those pages, I had two samosas, two latte’s and a visit to the restroom.
I guess it must have been some 6 hours by then; still I was in high spirit.
7th hour went by with me searching around for another book. Couldn’t find anything interesting, so re-read couple of pages of the White Late Tiger, but the monitor gave me an ETA, I was in higher spirit. 8th hour it was, the plane landed. I was now in really really high spirit.
Few mins, probably those mins were the longest in the whole white tiger saga, later there she was, looking bright and cheerful, and really pretty if I may say.
The rest all story I’ll save up for a another day; probably when I don’t quite remember the details, giving myself plenty of room for improvisation.
Between all these I forgot, you guys, whoever’ve not read the white tiger, do read it.
It’s pretty nice.
Sick and tired of these blah blah
"He's won at the red clay... he's the best!!!"
All those people forced to shut up for a while are back with a vengeance....
every one of them, Peter Bodo being the loudest are back to what they do best, call out their champ...
But who gives a rat's ass? Because I follow the guy who can make their King cry!!!
This is what greatness is!!!
And this...
All those people forced to shut up for a while are back with a vengeance....
every one of them, Peter Bodo being the loudest are back to what they do best, call out their champ...
But who gives a rat's ass? Because I follow the guy who can make their King cry!!!
This is what greatness is!!!
And this...
sadness...
I am generally not one to reminisce too much about my past, but today it started pouring down and I couldn't help but remember the days when as a kid I use to eat "kanghou-bora" along with "cha-nang" under the sound of rain pouring down on the tin roof, huddling around a "mei-phu" ...
Will I ever get to see those days again?
How unfortunate are we? How has the greed of few men deprived so many of such little pleasures in live?
I still hope to someday experience the serene calmness and peace of those days, but it's a hope that's fading away a lot faster then I like to admit.
Will I ever get to see those days again?
How unfortunate are we? How has the greed of few men deprived so many of such little pleasures in live?
I still hope to someday experience the serene calmness and peace of those days, but it's a hope that's fading away a lot faster then I like to admit.
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