For The Want Of Acting Smart

So I was at my Mama's place, watching an anime on Animax, when one character calls the other "FOOLISH!".
"Bhaiya, FOOLISHHHH kya hota hai?", sprang a question from Ikshit's mouth.
I was surprised. He did not understand anything they spoke anyway, why bother about foolish. Nevertheless, trying to be a good, smart brother I tried to put 'Foolish' in simple, sweet & understandable words, "Foolish is the person who does not understand anything, no matter how much we try to make him understand, and presents his thoughts to other people in a way not commonly encountered, very unusually and the even the other person doesn't understand him, then that person is called foolish. Did you understand me?"
"No Bhaiya." he said, and then ran away.
I sat there, flummoxed, wondering who was looking foolish now.

The Wrong of Right

Sometime back I read an article about what causes people to do things they regret later. Why don't they realize that they should stop when they are actually doing it. I mulled over it for some while and then realized that we commit to the work because of our mindset. We think what we are doing is the best possible option. Like yesterday, I slapped a 14 year old kid, because he nearly caused an collision b/w mine and his vehicle, but later regretted it. I realized what I did was wrong, firstly because he was a kid, and secondly because he did not do it on purpose and had already apologized. But I didn't realize this at the time I slapped him because it was an impulsive action when I thought whatever I do is to serve the right purpose and teach the kid a lesson.
You think yourself, do you remember doing anything that you considered wrong strongly while you were at it? You may have realized your mistake after wards, but not at that time. Robbers think they are right while robbing a bank, home or a senior couple, with the mindset that they have to do something to stay alive. A depressed mind gives way to negative thoughts, which in turn make us believe that suicide, hanging yourself, slashing your nerves are the right way to go, to end their life. Criminals don't think twice while murdering someone, but most of them would still fear god, because they believe that god is right. Did the terrorist know that by planting bombs, crashing a plane into the WTC towers, attacking the parliament they are commiting to the greatest mistake of their life?No. They believe that what they do is for Inqalab or freedom or Jehad, war against non-believers.

The power of belief in our actions is much greater than any power, which leads to the greatest tragedies the world has seen.

An enjoyable experience....

Today I will share with you readers the events that took place at my now 4 year old cousin, Ikshit's B'day 'party'. It wasn't a party, just a very small family gathering. So after writing my blog yesterday, I am half sleeping half awake in my bed when my mother tells me that they are going to 'Badi Mama's', my maternal Grandma's home for Ikshit's B'day. She tells me to reach on time, asks for some small errands to do while on my way and leaves with Ridhi, my elder sister. I wake up after 15 or so minutes, get ready, drink some 'Youngistaan', spray myself, gather a few things and leave.
Here comes the worst part of the day - Driving. I am a very safe driver and I rarely drive over 40 while on a two-wheeler. But still, I avoid about 3-4 accidents if I travel 2 kms. The people here have no sense of traffic or driving what-so-ever! Girls walkin on the middle of the road talkin to their guyz and I keep blowing the horn to deaf ears! There is not a single sensible driver who doesn't want to overtake the vehicle ahead of himself. I mean you aren't getting away from me! We are stuck at the same signal anyway! The only thing I like about Delhi in this aspect are the traffic officers, who are never able to catch me because of underage driving. Even if they do, I bow to the person who invented bribing.
Anyway I reach Tilak Nagar without much trouble this time. Babu Mama was parkin his car at the same time, and we entered the house after each other. I said my greetings and received my share of blessings from everyone. Ikshit beamed at me first thing and then said,"Waa Mickey bhaiya, aapki mummy to badi achi hain, mele liye toy layi hain!", I burst out laughing with everyone else, Mickey being my pet name among various others. Ikshit and I share a very good chemistry with each other, as he loves me more than his own sisters, and I bestow him in multiples. It was time to cut the cake, which had some trick candles which kept on lighting up itself after Ikshit blew them off leading to Ikshit's warning to everyone, "Sare chup jao, ye bomb hai!". They never had things like these when we used to cut the cake.
After a photo clicking session, the stay was all uneventful, as I took a backseat and let the elders gossip. I drove back home on my Activa with heavy rain pouring down, with the Accent being driven by Puneet, another uncle of mine, but is like a brother. We were back home only to find out that there was a power-cut and the inverter wasn't working. I had difficulty sleeping but after half an hour or so, entered sweaty dreams...

Ps:-I will try to post some earlier videos and pictures of Ikshit, do check them out :)

Rs.150 gone begging...

I know you are like Rs.150? I know you are laughin at me now, but you won't laugh when you're someone who receives Rs.1000 pm as pocket money.
So I was out to see Rock On!!! today with my friends. We had some trouble getting the tickets, and unfortunately the movie wasn't worth it. Rishi and I bought Metro
tokens for the District Centre, Janakpuri. We were at the platform, joined by 'Chuppi'[Kshitij], 'Bedi'[Arpit], 'Bhoot'[Vibhuti], & Manan, when Dakshay called up to tell the show was at 10:10. 10 minutes left. No way we were gonna make it. So we decide to shift the programme to Waves, Raja Garden. Some use of the Rs.20 tokens huh? So now we are at Waves. Show sold out. Nea we still arent irritated, bunch of easy going guys. So we move our bums to the metro station again, our destination Fun Cinemas, Moti nagar this time. Tickets are available, for the 12:30 show. Two hours? We took it. We spend about an hour and a half at a fast food joint in the mall, and I smugly noticed none of the citizenry seated there had ordered anything. All were here for the show. Show starts, I yawn. Before the show, during the show, after the show. The movie was typically Indian. A talented band breaks up and then re-unites after a few years, and ofcourse one of the band members die. The only thing different was, The BAND! As bedi put it, "Agar movie ke beech mei gaane na hote to banda behosh ho jaye."
We come out of the hall and discuss a bit. Manan and I leave early as we both have some work to tend to. Back on the metro again, a flabby guy moved right past me to have a clear view of a girl sitting with her friend on the metro floor. I point this out to Manan and we start laughing. The guy eyes us suspisciously but then continues staring. "Bas bahut ho gaya tharki!" Manan tells to nobody in particular but it brings the pleasant dream of the guy to an abrupt halt. Manan and I bid adieus to each other and go our own way. I come back home do some important work I remembered, get reprimanded by my mother and after some time start writing my blog.

About Balti...

I don't know but I am having this strange feeling about writing about Pulkit Bathla, our friend, whom we commonly know as 'Balti'. Balti is a kind of scapegoat, he is a part of every joke, and the joke is on him, EVERYTIME. And when he tries to crack a joke, it's a...well let me just say that hes not good at it. But he always takes it in good spirit, time after time, day after day, period after period and well second after second. It's not that he's a geek or unsociable in some way, he's okay looking, but somehow he always finds himself at the wrong end of every comment. From his father's 'screenless communicator' to his being a part of the non-existant 'School Dramatics Club' as an excuse for bunking, he has always been humiliated.
The other day he took initiative to display his humour when we all were particularly bored during a free period.
"Ek joke sunata hoon.", we giggle.
"hasi aaye to has lena."we laugh.
"Ek baar na aisa hota hai....mera matlab hota wota kuch nahi par aisa hota hai...", he failed badly, and we screamed with laughter, literally pounding the floor. And balti, with his trademark blushed smile, took it once again, in good spirit.

I dunno the reason I wrote this as the first post of my blog, but maybe I just put myself in his place and just imagined what he must feel about it. Maybe I am somewhat guilty, but I know one thing, no matter the extent to which we make fun of him and all, I would anyday, readily substitute positions with him...