Getting It out of the System...

Those of you who know me enough would know that I'm prone to severe mood swings. You would have experienced them sometime or the other. But the mood I am in today is something I am experiencing for the first time. I am feeling guilty, calm, angry, anxious, upset and a bit shocked, but I am also feeling like making up with some long lost friends. I called a few friends up and said sorry and all, but they all felt that I am a bit down. I scored 88% in my board exams and frankly, I'm not satisfied. I know that I am capable of something far better than that, I tried so hard, in the last few months. For a guy like me to almost study like a nerd, is a big achievement, and somehow I feel the result would have been the same if I would not have studied at all. You guyz keep telling me that it's a good score, but who'd be convinced? I needed to do better if I had to escape the CA trap that had been laid down for me. Now it seems, there is no escape.

PS:-Errmm just to get the feelings out.I don't expect the post to make sense :)

The First Hand Experience!

Let me tell you guys, that before writing this blog, I sat in front of the screen, staring blankly at it for 10 minutes, because I had completely forgotten what I wanted to pen down. But anyway, it's been long since I have paid a visit to my blog, and I don't think it missed my pathetic articles very much. Please, also bear with me my non existent readers, as I am writing after a long time, the post will be awful.

Well let's begin then. I was traveling to my institute this morning, I was late, so I jumped the last red light, and surprise surprise, some 'mamus' were waiting for me at the other end of the road. The two of them spread out their arms on the narrow road, and well it was too late to take a U-turn. He took out my keys, ad asked me to park the bike on the side. He asked for my RC, I had none. He asked for my license, I am under-aged. He asked me why I was not wearing the helmet, "errmm", I replied. Why did I jump the red light? Ditto answer. I knew I was ducked now. So humiliating, all the girls going to the institute were giggling, some guys even stopped to inquire. I had jumped many red lights before, I never do wear a helmet. I don't even have a learner's license. I had come close to being caught before, but I had always evaded them. So many mixed emotions were brewing inside me, the great legend of Kunwar Khurana, who had never been caught, was coming to an end! I could not take it. Just as I thought all hope was lost, and reached for my mobile to call home because they were about to keep my vehicle for under-age driving, I felt something extremely divine in my pockets. The moment was a moment of enlightenment, of providential knowledge! A hundred rupee note! I was being rescued by GOD himself. I took out that almighty weapon and flashed it to the traffic cop. He eyed me as if I was demented. "Court aana hai kya?", he asked me indifferently. But I knew only too well. The battle between the immortal legend and the cop was already decided. "Jama karni hai to karlo sir, lekin uska koi faida to hai nahi aapko. Dekh lo, aapki marzi." I dealt him the final blow. He handed me the keys and left me poorer. I didn't mind though. With moral values like mine, I didn't mind a little bribing to save myself. I reached the institute within time. "Chor diya Thulle ne?", a girl asked me. I stylishly pulled out another hundred rupee note from my capris, put it back, gave her an all knowing look, went back and sat with my friends, grinning. The illusioned mind telling me stories about the girl being impressed.

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 :)