"Yeh jo World hai naa World yahaan do type ke log hote hain.... ek jo peace nahin milne par load le lete hain.... aur doosre wo jo load lekar hi peace mein rehte hain"
I am yet to find the type i belong to.
Not a lot before i used to count myself in the first category and after getting a job this awareness led me to dream of a full semester of enjoyment with nothing serious to do..but a lot to experiment and explore. My life was sailing in a placid sea on the boat of my dreams..was having a great time with numerous pasttimes like
Playing Cards ( World's most amusing and addictive game.. for the fellas who know that please be away and for the ignorant ones plz do not give it a try)
Playing RON [Rise of Nations]...My second addiction from the so called strategy game kity First one was AOE that to0 a long long time ago.
Watching Movies TV-Series and Blah Blah Blah.....
It have never been a hard worker... atleast certianly not in iit..But the last twenty days i was at the height of unproductivity. to quote someone who said.
" Saale aaj kal tu karta kya hai bus mess jaata hai aur room par pada rehta hai, Poore din room par karta kya hai"
Hmmm an interesting question....
But everything went into thrash as i woke up one day and my infatuation with peace got a serious second thought....
It is someday ( May be Mon Tue or Wed but certainly a day)
near around 12.30 PM i was in a sound sleep...and some body knocked.... knocked..... and knocked again..... I grudgingly woke up with a sure plan to knock this guys head off. Opened the door knob and here he was........ commenting and making fun of my current schedule with a tinge of fiction and mockery....to my rage.. although a dear friend but he was considerably the laziest person i have ever seen in my life....and here he was making an exemplary comment and vindicating the rusting power of a job.
oh god it was very frustrating who the fuck are u?? and sevral other thoughts got to my mind but there was also a realization....
this was not the end of the night mare but prooved out to be the first in the series of several eye opening incident i experienced that day.
the most dreaded one was
After brushing and free of all my early morning activities i was on my way for breakfast ( although a lunch for everyone else at this hour) and i met another freind...One who is obsessed by his obesity and usually do go for run (sometimes with me) every evening to get his belly a bit down..
Aur bey nitin kya haal hain
Lagta hai Gym jaana Band kar diya hai yaa phir mess ka khaana bahut bhane kaga hai
tu bhi ab hamaari league mein aata jaa raha hai dost ( giving a slight hint of my protruding tummy)
I was aghast..it was the last league i ll like to get into .... I looked at my tummy and back to his face... pulled my belly inside..tried to make it as tight as possible..and gave him a glance to see feel and rethink...
But he was too clever to be fooled by such a plebeian tactic.. now he garnered the support of everyone around and roared with a conviction...
"Yaar tu ab kuch bhi kahe but ye to reality hai"
And I knew it is........ and here came the load which predesposed me have a rethink about the type i belong to
With all this realization got in to a serious aatmchintan..where i am heading to...Is this my typical self or am just wearing a facade to follow the common mass belief and tradition.
This post is one of the first step to come out of that dilemma and is also the first creative stuff i have done in the last three weeks... I ll keep u updated with my future plan of action..so plz do
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