I am good boy.. and I was too..!

I remember those days when I was student in junior school learning my lesson.

Teacher asked me where I was yesterday I said I had a stomachache. He pulled me from my ears and said stand up on the bench. He said the stomachache is not the happiest thing as if you were enjoying your ache in the snacks centre eating the samosa with your friend. I will call your parents and then be ready for result.

Lesson one:- What a arm strength pulling me from my ears and the sharp eyes to recognize me in the market. At least in front of classmates do not give such a stupid reason.
Application (Response next time):- My uncle was in hospital. Today also I need to go to see him. Sit down child and convey my good wishes to him but try to come to school as there are other people to look after your uncle.

Me and my friend Prasad caught leaving the class room from back door. Teacher caught and we were standing in front of principal for explanation. Sorry sir I will not do it gain.

Lesson two:- How dull never attempt this unless the teacher try to teach from book and look at least 10 time in the book to read one line. Wait for a chance and then get set escape..!
Application (Response next time):- Tell your friend to ask teacher a question whose answer is the book and when teacher bends you be ready for run.

The small bomb explodes in the bathroom. Success....! But the other one kept in the staff/teacher’s room was found. The scent of the stick reveals secrete of having the bomb below teachers chair.

Lesson three:- When using a time bomb the scent stick should be rolled just above the candle soot for at least 5 times. This will remove the scent from the stick.
Application (Response next time):- School closed for other half of the day. We are happy back home.

Beaten a school mate in the ground and he is wounded. The teacher punishes you for this brave act.

Lesson four:- Do this after school hours. When you are brave in school then you could be also brave after schools.
Application (Response next time):- Every one is afraid now and few mobs are asking you to be with them. You are the fighter now champ!

Propose a girl in the higher class of junior school. Application rejected and no talking with any friend for 2-3 days.
Lesson five:- Don’t loos heart propose again, again and again.
Application (Response next time):- She did not accept the application. Find other.
This is the few lessons and the application I learnt and applied in the school. Its better to behave like a gentle boy and play guitar at present age of 20’s. This ticks me out as a good boy. Yes, I was always a good boy. Except only few who know other part of story.

Just 2 day out

Thursday morning was a regular morning with a bit of twist in my stomach, in short there was pain in my stomach from yesterday. Still I thought to go to office like a sincere employee of the company. Till evening the pain mounting and I left office early to see doctor. Reached home and I was given a solution by my friend for my stomach pain, drink electoral powder. Water was the only thing that was coming out of my body, from every were. Taking a glass of water with electoral powder I slept for 1 hr but still the water flow was there. I thought to rush to hospital and start my bike. I was so weak that I was about to crash my bike if more weakness felt. I reached hospital breathing strong I shouted bring doctor for me. I was rushed to emergency ward and in front of young and beautiful doctors I explained everything. Primary check up reviled the secret that I had an infection in stomach. Doctor gave me two options either I get admitted just now or if I feel uneasiness after this primary medicine. I opted to stay away from hospital and go for medicine treatment. I went home and took some liquid food. My worry was not only the pain but as well as the offsite trip of my office. Everyone was going and I was stuck in such a situation that was stopping me to go the annual trip to Ratanagiri.
I woke in the morning and was feeling good. I asked my friends and they explained me very situation that I am going by bus, the journey is of 8-10hrs and this is going to be hard. Still I just packed the bag and moved toward office assuming if I won’t feel good then I will be back with my bag. In office all my action pack friend prompted me that they will handle everything I should go with them. Then I decided lets go!
Bus was crawling with a speed of 10-12 kph and this was till maximum distance of the journey. I was hoping that I shouldn’t face any more pressure. I was feeling weak and just looking at my medicine which I was giving to stop my further constipation. Near a place just after dawn I felt something going wrong and was hoping that bus should reach the resort soon. Suddenly the air break got some trouble and the bus stopped. I was hoping that it should worked out soon but we got an option to sit in the other bus and moved to resort. Well by hook or crook I reached the resort and I relaxed. The next I day I eat stomach full of breakfast and felt better. I went for swimming in the pool and done tracking and eat a lot and this gave my body a change and I was almost recovering.
Now I am back home well recovered and happy. This makes me feel that your body sometime need some change and we should somehow provide this. Eat different eat less or change your one day.

Journey to meet King

Train was on time, because it originates from the station where I was boarding, Pune. So, I must say I was on time to board the train. I and my brother had a plan to visit the famous National Parks in India Kanha and Bandhavgadh. My first destination was Bilaspur. This is the only place in India where I can find my most of the relatives.
After reaching Bilaspur at 4 P.M. my next train was after 9 P.M. which I don’t know. So very less time to meet everyone. I just kept my bag at my uncle’s place and relaxed for merely 2-3 hours and called my brother to ask when to start the journey. He told me not to worry as Badhavgadh is merely 250 km from here we can board any train after 9 p.m. which goes in the direction as he had some work to finish before leaving Bilaspur.
Well he reached my place at 10 P.M. and we left for a planned journey to board an unplanned train. We got an express train to a destination which I don’t remember. What I remember is the station Umariya where we have to get down and from there we will have to reach the gate named “Tala” as the entrance gate for Badhavgadh.
My brother was cursing me that I didn’t brought my jacket or sweeter in the mid October. This was the coolest area in the night. The temperature suddenly drops to 8-9 degree in night as compared to morning 25-28 degree. We thought to take auto to reach Tala which was 30 km away from station. As a matter of fact there was no other vehicle we can get. Bargaining in the morning 4o’clock was not fun but we did. He agreed to take us on an auto ride to Tala for Rs. 350. It was not bad for me and not bad for him either. He made his first stop to a close petrol pump in the village. He woke up the man in the petrol pump and praised him that whatever time it would be the man will woke and will give the petrol to autowala in the city. I was just wondering at the person giving the fuel. Next stop was the old broken house where he woke up his friend saying it would be safe to take him. The road to Tala is rickety and not safe to drive alone. Fear was not any dacoit but the Tiger and leopards and here the excitement pours in our journey.
Driving auto at a speed of 20 kph he was telling us the stories of the wild animals moving in the buffer zone. The zone just outside the core park. Surprisingly we saw some animals too. What was most torching to me was the cold in the forest. I must say this was around 8-10 degree and speed of auto was pulling the mercury down to 4-5 degree. I was shivering. I managed to get a cap borrowed by my brother and it saved me from the cold air just for namesake. We reached the gate in an hour and rushed towards to office to book a gypsy. The cost was too high but in front of our eagerness to watch the tiger it was nowhere. We got the second in the queue to enter the gate. Now the bad journey was to begin. Gypsy was running at the speed of 20 kph in the national park. I was just wondering what is happening. It was a kind of race among the drivers. I got the answer of this F1 race that we have to reach a point called centre point first. As this is the place where we will get to see the tiger on elephant if elephant spots the tiger in the Jungle. They called that “an elephant show”. Well we just seat back and I tried to take some photograph but the speed of the car was more than my camera shutter speed and the pictures were blurring.
We reached the centre point and got the bad news after 1 hour waiting there. No tiger spotted by elephants. Well after that we left the place and went into deep jungle to spot the tiger ourselves but we didn’t find any.
Depressed we returned back to the gate and got a place to sleep for a while before the next ride in the evening.
Evening we took the gypsy again. This time we told the driver not to drive fast and he replied he won’t as the tiger show happens in the morning only. We were going at the speed of 5-10 kph. Guide took us to a small pond assuming tiger will feel thirst and come to the pond. We sat there for 15min waiting for tiger, and decide to continue the journey in the jungle. As per my knowledge and guide saying when tiger walks there is warning call given by the animals nearby. So, we were trying to hear any warning calls. Suddenly there was some noise in the bush nearby. At first we thought it is a sambar of other animal. We stopped and watched. Here the king was walking in front of us. Full grown mail tiger they call him B2. There were no warning calls.
What a walk. Royal and brave. Like he didn’t care for any one. Like he knows he is the King of the jungle. One minutes of seeing this tiger was one of the best experiences of my lifetime.
We continued our journey in the jungle but didn’t saw any more tiger in the jungle. After 1hr of ride we decide to return back to gate. This was a happy ending of the journey one can expect.

How I Sound ?

Music always liked by all human beings. Some time I think that types of music you select represent your mood and if you make some one hear your selected music it tells how expert you are to find listeners for your tune. Now a days hello tune are best way to find a listeners for your selected music and neglect receiver irritated response towards your liking. Just make them listen no matter in which mood or situation or place the receiver is.
I want to wish my aunty on deshera occasion and her hello tunes was singing Holi song for me. She being a Bacchan’s fan this was no surprise to me.
One day my friend’s father called him. His father heard lady singing a song “mein tully ho gayi...”. So what next, his father was to ask “how are you?” and he got the answer in his hello tune.
Some time you call someone and he won’t pick up the phone. You don’t have the choice but to listen the shayari “bass thoda sa intazaar.. abhi bass abhi haan abhi.. phone uthata hoon..” at last your will yell at him and he will never pick up phone.
The friend I called that day sound similar voice as his hello tune. I was still waiting that he will pick the phone but he has already picked it. Just his hello tune sounds matches his voice and it seems that it is still saying..” haan ji kya haal hai…….”.
On Dashara occasion I called my all relatives and each one has some different song to sing. Some are much devoted to certain goddess and some are still stuck with 60’s song.
Few tried to make me listen English numbers and one of them was still drunk on deshera.Now, I am bit worried which tune I will listen on the day when I will call her or its fine we chat and meet, don’t make a call.

Back in past….

Lift was working today. I was well sainted with deodorant on the body, cool watch in my hand and my bike Avenger keys with me. Ready pack... was going to meet my friend in a Shopping mall. Best shopping mall in the city. I want to buy a new shirt posted in funky advertisement in news paper. Cost doesn’t bother and this was less costly then my new pair of jeans, less then 2000 bucks. Swapped card worth 4000 buck on cloths and decided to have food in a restaurant near by the mall.
After having dinner I received a call from my father, he was enjoying evening in my village. He told me he was chatting with Ganesh. I told him about your whereabouts and he wants to talk to you.
I laughed and asked to hand over cell phone to him, but I was a bit hesitated to talk with him. My gardener Ganesh always has some good story to tell about people or farm in the remote area of the village. In village being no electricity zone so no TV or Radio for entertainment his stories were the only sources of invaluable entertainment. The same voice took me in past 15yrs when I was child and used listen his stories. In his every word was prayer about me that I should always remain happy and healthy. I don’t know how to respond but asking him about his health and rest of his family I finished talking.

These made me think, think what and were we are now. The places were we used to live our life without this thinking and understanding life philosophy. The places were peace was not in the pocket full of money but hand full of mangoes. Were wining one game of cricket means world cup. Where an unbranded ice-cream means a lot. Those pages are now changed to yellow. But the smell of those pages still makes us nostalgic and think. Now my house is barely visited by us. No one lives there no one has time to go there and feel that they are back in life again.
Thanks to couple of words chat with Ganesh. This feeling was invaluable and was gifted by my gardener. I don’t know how I will repay him might be I will also visit my house some day.

Sound of Silence

I hate morning without a cup of tea. It makes me refreshing, It invokes my thinking and my inside monkey starts make me jumping like most energetic man in the world.
Well office bus was on time, people were talking about politics, social message and other thing. This makes them moving there jaws and it’s a good exercise all together. At least it gives you burn your calories from any place on your body.
Bus crossed from a crowded place to a silent hilly area and entered into military area.
This was such calm that you can hear a Bleat, sitting inside a bus running at speed of 40kmp. This relatively was making there jaws moving at higher speed but there calories was burning at the same speed.
On a turning driver stopped to take some documents from a place. At a distance of 100m from our bus there was a school bus. All the students in the bus where moving their hands and so energetic that one can assume that how much noise there will be. But still you can hear a Bleat clearly, more clearly.
Boys beating up each other , few looking at them, few playing with there hand, one laughing at the dog outside the bus. Driver of that bus was not irritated, not us. Few in our bus didn’t felt that there was a school bus with lots of student shouting.
This was a school bus for dumb and deaf. I thought is it that I was not hearing or they were not speaking.
Yes, they were speaking, speaking such a truth that we can’t hear. More important then the politics, then social messages and other stuff that’s more important then making the calorie factor active.
I don’t know when people will hear there sound of utterance, but what I can say is they always break the silence but we can’t understand.

While crossing a village

Ram Nagar, village near to a big city. In diwali they had a competition for singing, inspired by TV shows. As we had travelled a lot in this week we thought to stop in the village and watch for the competition going around. Three judges were selected and they sat adjacent on the chowki. First singer was called and was asked to sing a folk song. After the audience shouted he started to sing a item number. After all you can’t suppress audience demand. Judges started giving their comments, first said "You are better then the original singer"
getting his feeling hurt the second judge commented” You need to increase the pitch, improve". Third one was in neutral mood “Lata, Asha, Kishore now we need a new voice that will replace them. Be the new voice. You must sing well and go to Mumbai, I want to see bread in your house." everyone was so sentimental by this sentence that made them clapping there hand.

Singer was so shocked and confused." I never thought I can sing so well, why did my mummy always shout on me when I sing while studying”.
Next one, She was a little girl second judge asked "sing a sad song by Lata ji" before she started audience shouted this was second item number, she sang quite well First judge said " you are superb, you are my daughter." every one clapped, her mother seemed worried it seems she was thinking merely singing one song I lost my daughter.
second judge said "what the hell is this, you forgot one line in middle, Be prepared next time" first judge gave a strong look on the second judge " after this show there will be a murder in this village, I will kill this guy always oppose my comments"
third one peace lover "you must try to be better than Madhu ji".
“No chachi, not you, madhu ji is a famous singer in bollywood now a days"
A boy said to a old women when she said in rickety voice “He is talking about me, I use to sing when I was young".
An old lady came near the chowki, Third judge said "it’s nice to see some old person in this competition, you are inspiring new generation to come up".
"I am not here for singing a song, I want to go to home and cook some food, I can’t go from this side people blocked the way”. Everyone was murmuring between and laughing.
Last singer came first judge said “sing a new song" crowd shouted Item number. "no ,no item number" Third judge said, feeling insulted by crowd on the lady issue. That's true you can’t always accept what people say.
Singing a beautiful song by Kishore, first judge commented "best song, I think you are the winner". Second judge commented “I think we can't see any good singer from this village" now it was pick of patience,
first judge said “clear your eyes and ears" looked angry.
Third Judge neutral one "you are a good singer, touch you parents feet, you are going to become a best singer, now".
All the judges’ arrived at the final decision but there was a tie. They decide let audience should decide who will win. Unluckily both of the singers were favourite of first two judges and when matter reached up to a do or kill situation they finally decide that both of the singers will be awarded.
It was nice evening to watch, we have singers in every corner of our country.

Who was watching TV?

Not in a mood to go out somewhere. Switched the TV, clicked channel 13 hind movie, channel 21 oppose nice movie just started....suddenly a sleep talking sound "hey, check channel 22, there is a good movie" I was horrified that suddenly someone came out of the room in middle of sleep. Without giving second thought I clicked the remote and looked at Vikas and said "I can’t see a movie where a person with four bullet shot in his chest is still alive to see her daughter get married and that too expect to see her grand children", but I can’t do anything other then keeping my mouth shut and watch the movie. Few weeks back he allowed me to watch my favorite movie, now it was his turn.
Suddenly bell rang. Varun came running, hey see channel 23 its F1 qualifying Vroom Vroom. Vikas looked at me and said “Okay change for a min” now scene changed from dying man to running machine. As an Indian I was watching Force India car. After a good start of fast lap she was beaten by other cars and as a result she didn’t qualify.
A known guest was supposed to come and he came, not alone. Vikas had a plan to go out with him. They sat, amongst them one said have you seen that actress she became too slim. She drank only orange juice for 3 months to get that figure. ”I can’t afford that to loose weight” I replied when my roomies looked at me. She had interview just now see channel 33.
Now remote in my hand was operated on others interest.
From road runner to juicy actress.
“Just look what happened in that movie channel 22” Vikas said. Tragedy continued the man is still alive. Vikas was so emotionally evolved in that movie as if I say a word of sympathy. It seemed that he will start crying. Gently I asked “any body interested in tea” every one said make one for me? Looking on this huge demand I thought its better to see the person dyeing instead kill my self by making 8 cup tea. “Sorry ferns there is no milk in the refrigerator” I said.

After half an hour we planned to shut the TV off and go out. At last every one arrived at one point .Before keeping the remote on the table I checked channel 13 which I was suppose to watch but due to some social activity I was forced not to. There was the last line of the movie “Anything can happen if you live with my friend Irma.”

One fine cloudy day!

I woke up at 9 o’clock in the morning watching the dark clouds outside my window. Wind was blowing in my hair…. few tiny drop of rain on my face. The best morning wake up one can have. I look around in my room few of my ferns were sleeping , one was searching for the toothpaste and managed to find it under a pillow. Only god knows how it went under that pillow.
After having my morning tea I decide to go for a bike ride. This was one of the best atmospheres one can have to go for a ride. Making friends ready to go for biking in the morning is not so easy task especially when you wake them up in the weekend. But I am expert in managing things.
vrooommmm......... this sound crackled the atmosphere in the apparent basement.one aunty ,who came out to collect the cloths kept for drying, was horrified and a towel felled on the friends bike by that sound. When aunt’s daughter came out to see what’s happening outside everyone was looking at her. No one even tried to collect the towel and be gentle to give her back. I went upstairs and exchanged towel with few good words...and made sure that I don’t pull off my helmet while she was giving me gyan that bike sounds are hazardous for your ear.
Going up hill for 1 hr we reached a village where heavy rain made us stop at a small hut. We had couple of tea and vadapav. Clouds were clearly seen crossing the road in front of us.
When we left the place just in a few minutes it started raining. We thought not to stop... and being at the top of mountain the decision leads us inside the cloud. In the cloud we were riding for 2 km the visibility was not more then 5 feet, Speed was 10 km/hr and we were shouting and enjoying in the rain inside the cloud.
Now here was the lighting, we were planning to enter a place which was restricted for bikers. A royal private area, the security guard stopped us on the enterance but some how at last we manage to enter the place saying.we are here to buy some property. In actual we have only 500 bucks all together if we calculate.
We went inside. It was heaven of place to live, if one have big bucks in pocket. Rain was about to stop, we were at the beautiful site and best hill station in the state.
Cloudy day...biking on hilly road...best hill station and couple of cup of tea...
I always enjoy biking........................!