A mad story

There was this boy- ABC. No, his actual name was ABC.
He was totally unhappy with it, and tell me who would not be? He had all right to be unhappy with it.But his mother and father never realised his problem. Both of them- they had quite okay names- 'gangabai' and 'Chhotelal'.
" Why on earth you named me like a standard English chart?", ABC would ask his parents often.they never felt anger at his question but simply smiled, looking at each other. One fine day he decided enough is enough and left his house. " Let me find my own way. Enough of this boring life", he said to himself. But 2-3 other friends also Happen to hear him. Anyways that's not in the scope of our story.
ABC started his journey at bedewed (east), besides the Kebab corner where you get fresh lime juice 24 hours a day. ABC tried not to look at the Kebab's but he couldn't help looking at a glass full of mango juice. "What a lovely piece of work this table is !" ABC thought. "If I learn this then I can also make such beautiful piece of wooden work'. He approached the shop keeper with a yellow T-shirt.
" Please teach me how to make Kebabs. " ABC asked the shopkeeper.
"Never mind son, you'll pass in the next exams", One of the Kebab's said calmly.
ABC was frustrated with this…. He caught a train and decided to get down at last possible stop where train doesn't halt.
Well, the boy was lucky indeed - Ticket checker caught him travelling without ticket ! But when ABC started crying and made sounds similar to Hayena,
Ticket checker had no other option but to take him home. TC's little daughter was fascinated by hayenas. She had a big schoolbag !
ABC was tired by all these events. All he wanted was a new name and he had ended up here! In a TC's home - with a inane girl who loved Hayenas!
" It's all your fault Kau, you just can't write a good story", ABC told me with an expression of disgust on his face.
" I agree totally", I said with a sigh.

An O and the TV series

Not too long time ago there was this O.
He got fed up of the rudimentary changes happening in the universe around and decided to watch a TV series.
Now its not at all easy for an O to watch TV series considering the environment on their planet.
It’s a very well known fact that O's do posses great intellectual ability - and our O wasn't any exception to this.

So his 67 friends were naturally worried about this new development
"Shall we ask The Big O about this ?", O's 53rd friend asked O.
"What can he say? No one has ever done this!" said O's 89th friend.
the 67 friends were obviously not in order, you see.
Then there was great chaos all around.
"Ok",said O in calm and clear voice."Let's face this grave situation. There is no point in running away from it. Some way or other I am going to watch this TV series . Also it means I'll have to refrain myself from using my brains. No logical thoughts should develop in mind during this period. All rational thinking must be Stopped at once.Similarlly-"

"-But this is impossible! One cannot stop logical thinking on purpose… and … and .. This is wrong!!"
"That's the beauty of this situation! For the first time in our history, we are facing something which does shut down your brain completely, without making you Aware of this! And if I'm not wrong, slowly you begin to like this ' shutdown of brain'.", said O excitedly.

"And why would you want to do such horrifying thing for Big O's sake?" - O's 42nd friend was upset.
"Good question. I'm doing it as an experiment, nothing else. But people do it rather willingly. They think loss of freedom , essentially freedom of mind, freedom of thought, as a desire. Most of them do not even realise this. They are trapped into a web that's so carefully built that entrapment is never visible.
Though you might think this situation is impossible - it is occurring very fast and effectively."

"that's weird… no one wants to loose freedom and get enslaved", muttered O's 28th friend.
"Not so, my friend. Look around , and you'll find a planet earth. Peep into their lives and you'll know how knowingly/ unknowingly people loose their Freedom- happily. Not only they loose it, they crave for this loss and …and …" O hesitated for a moment.
"What?" exclaimed someone.
" They call it as enjoyment, luxury and comfort." , said O with disgust and walked away.

- Written by O.

PS - One of the critics on Planet Zoof termed this story written by O, as highly improbable and just another wild imagination.

Duniya...

there are few kind of people in world..

Ones who judge you by face, looks and appearance

Ones who judge you only by face, looks and appearance

and the ones who judge you not only by face but also by looks and appearance.

in short -- "Duniya shakal parr jaati hai" :))

- Now don't ask me who made me realise this and how !!!

beta and zeta -1

1.if you are very normal, say X then there exists a similar normal Y for you.
unfortunately, say you are not so normal.
You are not extraordinary but simply abnormal...wierd may be.
like a greek alphabet -zeta

Now this zeta knows very well that any if he pairs up with any XYZ, life's going to be miserable!
And zeta knows for sure that there is no such abnormal beta for him in this world.
Even if there is any, its difficult to find her, right?

So zeta just wonders... and on ..and on....
How come these people stay together with each other?
(basically he means HOW CAN they STAND each-other? because zeta would be unable to stand any ABC or XYZ ..)
zeta might(as i don't know for sure) be dreaming about his Ms. beta ; But he doesn't let others know.
And what can he tell them as he himself doesn't know if there is any beta !!!

So our hero .. zeta thinks marriage is hopeless system where two (or more ??) people face each other for years...

is zeta wrong ?

kya zeta ko uski beta milegi??
:))

chhoti si baat :)

"Kehte hai na , jo hota hai acche keliye hota hai"
"everything happens for the best"

"Everything happens for the best. It's not always true. We all know it inside, all time.
But but saying it aloud would make us feel pessimistic.
By saying everything happens for the best, we make ourselves comfortable.
And we can face the situation with (forced?) smile.
This is the trick!!"

-danni

That's something i was/will be afraid of saying aloud.

thanks.. dil se .....

she..

she was hardly 5 .
I can't say she was well dressed, but whatever she was wearing was definitely miles away from
being beautiful.

She came right in front of me, I was listening to FM.
Also i had medium (kurkure pack) stuffed in my empty hands.

She : de na ...

I didn't hear it initially because someone was
yelling in my left ear...
Then i realised that poor child was begging.

Me : kya chahiye ? kuch nahi hai rey mere pass
She pleaded with innocent gestures.
She: Nai , de , kuch bhi chalega.

I really thought she was very pretty- she indeed was !!

Me: yeh wafers le le ... khatam kar..

Suddenly she chopped back," Paisa dena hai toh de , nahi toh kuch nai chahiye"

All her innocence was transformed into harsh reality.

GOD !!!

Lukkachhuppi

< Before I even start writing,plz ignore the spelling of lukkachhuuppi. >

Well, we are alright.
Although there's me here, I have to write "all".
Kaustubh , Kau and Kauti.
Sounds funny,doesn't it ?
But there are three of us. Always. Everytime.

I have figured out their characteristics also.
They are basically all children for sure.

Kaustubh -
This fellow is decent, neat chap who always tries to follow the public.
He never questions the people openion and simply goes with anything Normal, without thinking.
Kaustubh behaves in all situations ,specially in functions and parties etc.
He is rarely persent though, comes and goes rapidly.

But he has to be there in certain situations like ..
1. I nfront of guests
2. Senior team mate in Office
3. At weddings and similar stuff

Generally he's the one who helps me in these situations !!!!

But at the same time ...
If local trains are late Kaustubh gets frustrated easily.
He doesn’t like to miss the bus either.
Walking down the path for no reason sounds absurd to him..

Kauti
The only thing about which kauti is serious in his life is "nothing".

Kauti is a naughty child you can say.
He loves to make fun of people, tease them and laugh out.
He's ready to make fun of himself too !!
But he's child off course, so isn't mature enough.
Kauti looks at each and every situation he faces with humour and simplicity.
But he often doesn't realise that people donot have same views….

And a continuous chatterbox… I have hour long conversations with him… all funny ..
Nothing serious...
Kauti's always present. I don’t have to search for him.
He just comes out!!! In fact some times I have to hide him !!

Kauti would simply wonder at many things it train doesn't come on time.
He wants to miss the bus all time…….
And walking down the path (with someone along) is dream come true for him !!!


Kau
A very complex character I must say…..
I wasn't in touch with him all this time,
But suddenly we are best friends now.

Kau can't be defined as such- which is the best part about him.

Kau thinks all the time..
He thinks about this world, about himself, about people around him..
He wants to ask lots of questions to too many people……
Hoping that atleast of them would simplify things to him….

Kau likes to do unusual things…
Or rathar usual things unusually….
He's just different….. And confused like hell !!!
Weird behaviour is all that you can expect from him most of the times...

He used to poke his nose sometimes with his inquisitive mind and social theories…
But I never paid much attention to him during my early years,
But these days his voice is predominant.
I simply listen to him and we have discussions, quarrels, ecstacic moments….

Kau doesn't realise that train is late…..
Kau doesn't mind waiting for the bus…..
Kau would go on walking with or without any one ..all along..


But that's how we all are….
Playing Lukkachhuppi…
Funniest thing about this game is I know where they are hiding
And they know this too!
Still we continue to play the game……...

there's no title

"i wonder why
i wonder why i wonder
why i wonder
why i wonder why i wonder
...."
that's all I have to write.

Primes

The number system has infinite numbers.
All enjoy company of each others.
Some are multiples, some are factors, some being roots of others.
But a few are destined to be alone.
Not their fault though, they enjoy being different.

Prime numbers
No one chooses to be with one, except a few fellow prime numbers.

The journey in search of a prime might take long time.
On top of it you have to judge the number with harsh criteria to determine whether he’s really a prime or not.
Because if he’s not, then seeker might expect prime number’s behavior from a non-prime.
This would be disaster.

Another thing separates these primes from others is their behavior.
It’s very different.
It’s neither good nor bad, but just different!!


They have few peculiar tendencies as well!
Primes are seldom interested in factors, roots and related stuff.
Primes have fate of their own, at max they can be dragged with the natural one.
But the one belongs to all and none at the same time.
Primes have no company and walk their life alone amongst the crowd of infinity.

But primes really enjoy being different.
I think a prime only can understand other prime.

Normal numbers always wonder how primes live their life as normal are always surrounded by numerous numbers.

Similarly primes also wonder-”how the hell these normal numbers manage with all this stuff around?”



Best thing is; however close two primes may get – they still remain primes!!!!

Idiot!

Idiot = a grown up credulous person with innocent mind.

Love Actually(means)

A: So what’s up on valentine’s day?
B: hehehe ( maha typical nervous smile)
A: ???
B: well , want to propose to ‘ _______ ‘
A: cool !! but are you sure you Love her etc …….
B: Offcourse!!!! I love her yaar…. Just love her too much…
A: 1 sawal hai ( with slight guilty feeling)
B: huh? ( ask quickly expression)
A: how do you know you love her? What do you mean by love?
B:hey , please don’t start at least on valentine’s day!!
I can explain you actually,
But anyways you won’t understand that.
A: (confused , puzzled as usual)


Currently I’m like A.
Just thought over the concept of love between 2 people
And could’nt get the exact meaning.
Waiting for explanation from all experienced people!

I miss my camera
Puzzle: If a 2 eyed person feels better than a 1 eyed person, what is the value of camera?
No wonder this puzzle has remained unanswered since it was first created.

It is rumored that the creator was given a slow and most torturous death existing at those times.
Any ways, this all was just to confuse readers,if there are any.

Point is – I miss my camera.
No I’m not a classics photographer and my current activities with camera,
do not permit me to be one either !
But still when my eyes capture a few moments, my brain cells start tickling my brain.
They want those moments to be captured forever.

That’s why I miss my camera.

And believe me these moments are not of type “once in million”
They happen almost weekly, if not daily.
And however I try to memorize them, it’s just not possible.
Some details are always lost somehow.

That’s why I miss my camera.

You want an example of such moment?
Look no far (from me)
I love the moment when I brush my teeth and at the same time try to talk to my roommates over an interesting topic.
----------> :D
Demanding situation!!!

My teeth are happily in contact with the toothpaste and at the same time crying with agony when the brush bullies them…
And at the same time my tongue is waggling with immense enthusiasm to babble out Kaustubh’s opinion about some “AXZ “ issue.
When my roommates announce “brush your teeth first and then talk” I can imagine how they must be enjoying(!) the site.
Unfortunately I can never see this amazing picturesque phenomenon.
Alas!!

That’s why I miss my camera.

Another example is the typical face my friend makes when we make fun of her.
It’s a real SAD smiley… but very happy actually!!
The SAD expression on her face is the smile of innocence…
When her face makes the SAD smiley she is actually happy and we can sense this all through her smiley!
The way her mouth turns into a " :( " is really a moment I can never capture fully!!
Now someone tell me how to capture this all in your memory?

That’s why I miss my camera.

Another moment I want to detail out in my memory is that of my grandparents.
It’s simply worth watching when they tune on the TV and get engrossed into any mythological serial.
It doesn’t matter to them whether the so-so actor is present as God Shiva .. he is acting like a mule or he doesn’t even look like Balasaheb Thekare’s Shivsainik….

No.

They are totally immersed into the story.
They believe he is Shiva.
I just love thwe way they watch these serials.

And I miss my camera……

But the deeper I think,
I want to miss my camera!

BUG !!

hey i just found a bug in blogspot.
It's allowing me to write my blogs in future !!
WOW ....i can post a blog dating 13 Feb 2007 on 12th Feb 2007 !!!

okay now onwards
Back to the future.....

Leaving 5*

FEB 1st. Leaving 5* ....
( we lived in an house in AUNDH -pune for about a year [Feb06-Jan07]. We/every one called it 5*.
one fine day,we decided to shift to kothrud on FEb 1st 2007.
Some of the content might be off reference.... but that's how it is.)
written on 1st feb 2007

I am not exactly “shed those tears once in a while” type person.
Still today I feel disturbed somehow.
And I do require strong reasons for being disturbed.
Normally my state of mind is happy-happier-happiest.
And that’s how it should be for a software engineer earning good enough salary living with college friends in an excellent city.

But I am digressing. The reason why I am feeling sad today is really very different!

We are leaving our old house (I hate to term our house as merely ‘Room’)
We are leaving 5*.

The specialty of 5* starts right from the name itself!
Though we think it is self explanatory, many won’t, because it’s got a nice history.

Q: Why the name is 5*? (1M)
A: there lived 6 gentlemen happily in this house. When question arose of naming the same,
One gentleman (few have doubt whether we can call him so) came up with idea of ‘5*’.

Well, answer is not complete yet. But doesn’t this remind you of some of the classic answers we wrote over the years!
The logic behind 5* was-: 5 gentlemen + Mr. STAR (Tarkesh) = 5*

5* apartments was/is/will be one of the best possible abode a pest/gorilla/human/dinosaur can get.
It’s simply huge.
We never felt space crunch unless number of people staying went above 12.
The house always seemed to welcome everyone anytime.
Now I don’t know whether it’s simply our nature or the house allowed us to express this generosity towards everyone, probably a mixture of both.

I still remember the wee hours on fine working day when I heard a voice which was distinctly distinct and not from 5*.
But then calmed myself down and started guessing who this “Visitor of the day” could have been?
Being in 5* always gave me a sensation of being in a joint family.
Hustle bustle, noise, fights etc.
Now I must admit that few of us have been given vocal chords which are gutsier than badminton racket’s guts.
So we don’t need third person to call it crowd!

Its getting difficult to pen don now…
5* doesn’t have the ambience of a polished house
It isn’t really in best of the conditions either.
5* can’t boast of good furniture, hell it doesn’t have a single chair !!!
Forget about beds.

But it has something more to it.
It’s really a kind house.
Simple and beautiful.
Small yet big inside.

And then I suddenly realized 5* is not a house.
It’s a mind-set.
Our mission is to convert every single house, where we are going to stay, into a 5*.

Identity.
Sometimes I wonder.
Why are a few people gifted?
As Dostoyevsky rightly said there are very few people original; rest are ignorant / “wise” fools.
Under which category do I fall?
How can I determine that?
And what if (I know this is highly wishful thinking, but ...) I am really original and not realizing it?
What if I never realize this in my lifespan?
I would certainly prefer that over being any type of fool.
Ignorant fools are at least happy. I am calling them Ignorant because they are always in the dark curtain of ignorance.
It simply makes life simple for them.
So is not the case always with wise fools, who know that they are not original.
They desperately fight with the disturbing fact. And fail to accept their mediocrity.
This dilemma causes agony.
But essence of life for majority of population is this “fight against mediocrity” by one means or other.
Often those who successfully emerge out victorious of this arena are again termed as Original.
But Original are those who don’t have to fight this battle in first place.
But I am drifting from the main topic.
What is my status? Do I have originality or am I simply ‘ ‘?
Face without any identity?