Monday, May 27, 2013

...Living in my brain...


Yesterday I was travelling in a bus and this man was sitting next to me. He was just another common Indian man with a rugged, checked blue shirt and grey pants with soberly side parted hair and a big nose. He didn't look economically very sound. His hands, his build and his nervousness told that he had recently moved to the city, which the farmers around these parts tend to do during these hot months as there is no water for irrigation. I bet he had a very interesting story but my attention was stolen by a vibrant orange sticker on the window side. "Baba Pathan Bangali" the largest font read. I was really intrigued by the name as it covered the whole length of India and appealed to the followers of two most populous religions in India. The name would generally have a religious appeal to a common man but for me it was the curiosity to find out what was he advertising himself for that took me reading that ad. First thought in my mind was that with that name he could have started a religion of his own, but that was not the case as there was a small logo besides the name with a picture of Sai Baba, and there was a slogan promoting Hindu-Muslim fraternity. Then I thought he must be some phony doctor cliaming to cure aging or sexual and heart diseases. But then I started reading the ad and found out that he was a step ahead. He was a witch doctor. This guy cured jinxes, curses, possessions and all the other witchcraft stuff. He claimed his gifts to be a proud inheritance from his forefathers, and also that he could cure almost anything just with a phone call.
 So, I was sitting there in a Jeff-"The dude"-Lebowski-take-it-easy style, and the man sitting next to me was growing ever uneasier. He looked like he wanted to say something to me, but I was not in the mood to ask. So, he took his time like a guy building up his confidence to ask out a girl he has had a crush forever and finally spoke.
"Are you going to Chittor?"
He must be bored.
"Yes."
"Do you live in Pratapnagar?"
Are you going to ask me for money?
"umm... yes."
"I have seen you around there."
Seriously? You gotta be kidding me Mr. Feynman. In the past six years whenever I had been to my home in Chittor the net time I had spent outdoors is like 6 or 8 hours. So, either you are mistaking me for someone else, or you have a photographic memory.
"umm... ok."
"I too live in Pratapnagar. You know Balaji Juice center?"
The only shops I know by name in Chittor are Rama Super Market, Rama Cloth store, Jai Santoshi Ma gift shop, Aggarsen departmental store, Namdev Namkeen Bhandar, Jodhpur Sweet shop, well now I realize I know many more, but I don't remember any Balaji juice center. Well, there is a Balaji photographer but no Balaji juice center in my map.
"sorry, where?"
"er, Balaji juice center, Pratapnagar."
Now, every shop in Pratapnagar is either near Pratapnagar Chowk or Fawara (fountain) Chowk. I don't think there is a juice shop near Pratapnagar Chowk, and it now occurs to me that I had once had an ice cream near Fawara Chowk at an ice-cream and juice shop, which was closed a few years ago, called Balaji I think. I am not very good at remembering names.
"Near Fawara Chowk?"
There was a faint smile on his big face.
"Yes, I live there. In that shop."
"hmm... ok."
I guess that's all he wanted to say. And I am not much of a talker so the conversation ended there. And then we sat there for the next 15 minutes in peace, he trying to look out of the window and I trying to memorise the phone number of Baba Pathan Bangali. And that was that.
And yeah, if you have any paranormal problems or of you feel like having some fun please contact Baba Pathan Bangali : 9540964771 and 9540247288. Enjoy!

Wednesday, May 15, 2013

...Who wants to be a-bored?...

None of you might be wondering about what I have been doing for the past few days. But still I am much obliged to tell you, "nothing much". Well, that's because my bar for 'much' is quite high.
So, let me just clearly and sincerely tell you that I have been :
(1) eating - a lot - my nani (mom's mom) is an excellent cook.
(2) teaching teenagers about torrents and piracy.
(3) sleeping, as if I'm depressed.
(4) watching sunsets and moonsets.
(5) watching frogs trying to eat dung beatles. They are mostly unsuccessful.
(6) sweeping floors.
(7) only using my phone as a connection to the digital world. Androidify!!!
(8) grinding chutney with ancient tools.
(9) setting up mosquito nets (machhardani).
(10) sitting quite, thinking, smiling.
(11) listening to old women and drunk men.
(12) listening to stories. My nana (mom's dad) is an awesome storyteller. His stories used to be about animals and queens and kings and always concluded with a moral. And now they are about life and family and characters and Sikh history and politics and spirituality. And nana's elder brother is even a better storyteller, maybe because all his stories have a bit of masala.
(13) And yeah, staying online forever.
That's about it I guess. And of course writing a blog at this hour and on my phone is also new.
So, see you in the next edition of "who wants to be a-bored." hope you live until then.
*poof* you know the rest.

Saturday, May 11, 2013

...Boredom...


Note : Don't read if you have anything better to do.

I think I made my point.
Green leaves.
32 omens.
Ashes.
You.
me.
I.
.
"Bloody hell." (In British accent.)
It's raining.
Home?
Feel?
eat?
eh?
o?
?

Don't bother, just rambling. Have nothing better to do than to change my gtalk status. Well, it's not like I don't have anything to do, but you know it's just the usual stuff. And I'm not feeling very adventurous , so. And the mausam is great, raining, cool breeze. And I don't know why I don't wanna go home. It's not like I like this place very much or anything, but I think the inertia, the procrastination, the laziness has taken its toll. Yes, I felt a bit better after writing the last statement, but then it took me over again. And now I  don't feel any better. Please stop reading this now. It's shiity. Cranky. I like to learn. I want to learn a lot more. And I don't think I have enough time. I want to start now. But the inertia. Where's my force?
Force?
force?
For?
FO
F?
F

I need a push.
Or I may fall.

Ahhh... when did I learn to give up? is this growing up? I always wanted to grow up. It's not much fun though. And not much different. The number of problems remains the same, its just their nature that changes.

I must go home.

I must.

go.

Do I want to go? No. Do I wan to stay? No. Do I want to think? No, but I am. Do I want to talk? maybe. Do I want to sing? I am. Do I want to cry? I can't.
Dear brain, it's a mess in here.

Ah... I remember some quote :
" Do only that thing which only you can do. " - Dijkstra (I guess I spelled it correctly)
and I was like - lol

"Bloody hell." (In British accent of course.)

I would have recommended a song, but that's too much work. You see?
I have a few good ideas, at least I think so, about different things I can do which I have not done yet, and also about the things I generally like doing.
So, I think I must go now. Trash those ideas somewhere in some notepad, and go home and rest.

I'm all rested.
I need rest.
I must go.
I think.
I do.
I?
I


ba ba ba ba bye...
Peace can be very irritating sometimes.

You know I just wanted to write a single line in this post.

Thursday, May 02, 2013

...Crossroad blues....


This will never end
'Cause I want more
more, give me more
give me more.

If I had a heart I could love you
If I had a voice I would sing
after the night when I wake up
I'll see what tomorrow brings.

- Fever Ray (if I had a heart)

Eight semesters at IISER Mohali. And all we still are is dust in the wind. Don't feel any different than I felt yesterday, or the day before that or any other normal day. End of an academic semester means nothing if you don't study during the semester and during the exams, as you sure as hell are not going to study in the vacations.
So, here we are on the same crossroads again, trying to figure out which road does the demon takes to sneak up on us. But it doesn't seem to matter as it is shadowed by the enticing deal she's going to offer.  Do we kiss and seal the deal? Or shall we live with what we have? The moment of decision seems to extend to all eternity.
But the times they are a-changing my friend. And the least we can do is to hope for the best.

Awesome song :

And I don't know why am I so happy.
And I don't want to know.
Ignorance, as we all know, is like earphones.

Peace.