Trust, faith and humans. Theres been this eternal connection between these three wonderful things ever since the process of evolution started.. One monkey helped the other get on two feet.. and the chain continued.. without trust, trust me, we would be crawling on the floor by now.. ;-)
Man and ants.. two creatures which cannot survive without a social life.. (women in particular).. we (i write this on behalf of humans as well as ants) build colonies.. live in them.. we gather food.. live off it.. the journey from apes to homo sapiens has been tiring.. and it just forced my into a yawn.. this is nothing but a random piece of stuff i just thought about while speaking to a lady (:-P)..
Trust is like a function.. implicit and explicit.. I can trust anyone.. i mean ANYONE on ANYTHING.. i just talk to a person for 2 hours.. go and blabber all about myself to that guy/gal.. then there's this lady im talking to right now.. she doesnt trust ANYONE.. lol.. she says she will trust only one homo sapiens throughout her life..her chaddi buddy.. says it will hurt if you trust everyone..
MADEMOISELLE! the whole concept of a society is about trust.. you say you dont trust anyone.. mind you.. without trust you wouldn't have been able to sit in a rickshaw.. get vegetables.. or even watch the TV.. MISTRUST IS A DISEASE.. and you are the carriers.. its a cynic-borne disease i say.. forgive me for this.. but then.. you just cant survive without trust.. you need to trust your friends.. your employees.. your teacher.. you need to trust the existence of humanity itself!!
Trust is what defines the very foundation of this lost race.. the roots of this big free tree standing (:-)) are trust.. faith.. my philosophies suck and youll definitely abuse me after this piece of crap.. but then..
Trust me, you need to ponder.. Trust me, you need to trust.. Trust me, for a third time.. :P :D
Regards,
A Mad Rat.. :))
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Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Teshan, Teshan!
At around 2:30 in the afternoon, with the sun smiling, I walk about a kilometer to catch a rick. Earphones plugged in, contemplating about the world, I walk like a drunk and loony James Bond. If it's a classic number, the head starts banging instantly. Otherwise just some humming. Now comes the interesting part. The Rickshaw.
You may call it a Rickshaw, a Tum-Tum, a Tun-Tun or whatever you feel like. It looks like an overgrown toad coloured black and yellow by some fanatic. But it is home to a thousand experiences. Some of them held by me. The Rickshaw does hold a special place in my heart. I can emphatically proclaim that my heart is not only Blue it is also Black and Yellow! :-P
The actual fun starts when your waiting at the bus stop for the Rickshaw to arrive. Some man with a hairy chest and paan in the mouth comes with his black-yellow babe and shouts, “Teshan! Teshan!”. I look at him and nod my head. He turns his head to the left motioning me as if telling me “Kopche mein aa.” Happily enough, I've outgrown the vulgar phase. ;-) You can't help but get a feel that he's trying to hit on you. :-|
Finally I climb in. If it's the guy's lucky day, he gets his fellows quite easily. If not, we head towards the next bus stop, the constant fear of his gay looks making me feel uneasy. The next stop arrives. Five or six people hop in. They're literally molesting the poor Rickshaw. The hapless thing is as faithful as an elf. It drives on, not even letting out a single whine.
Now, just imagine. Six people plus the driver in a Rickshaw. All smelling either mustard oil or sweat. I prefer to look out. Aren't deodorants given out for free anywhere?! But no worries, you get used to the smell anyway.
Some of my recent experiences with the Share Rickshaw once I had gotten in:-
Three people in the rick. Going peacefully. Suddenly the driver gets a fit. He stops and starts shouting “Teshan! Teshan!”. Two fellas get in. There are 3 people on the backseat, three on the front seat. One more guy comes running and hops in. 4 on the backseat. The driver, who has really lost it cries, “Teshan! Teshan!”. One guy on the backseat shouts (accompanied by a classic gaali) “Abhi ye god mein bithaega y******! Chal aage!”. Thank the Good Samaritan!
Three people are in the rickshaw before i get in. The driver offers me to sit on the front seat (i.e. Lap) of his babe. I'm elated! My dream has come true! One of the experiences you can never estimate without having a ride. Luckily for me, the guy isn't gay. I enjoy as the cool breeze brushes my face. I hold the meter with one hand and the rod with another. My ass fractionally fits on the seat. But it's satisfactory anyway. :-)
I'm in the mood for some fun. No passenger in the Rickshaw but me. So I just poke my head out in front of the bus stop and shout “Teshan! Teshan!”. I ask the driver, “Barobar aahe ka kaka!?”. He seems flattered. Looks at his disciple (me) and says, “Ho! Chhaan!”. I'm delighted! :)) I again peak out and cry “Teshan! Teshan!”. The fun of this task grows exponentially. He charges me only 5 out of the ten precious bucks I have to pay. Great! Is this for real!? =))
The Honey heavy dew of slumber is falling upon me. I fall asleep in the Rickshaw. I wake up to find myself delivered to “teshan”. :-)
Some more experiences to come later. Soo much fun for just ten bucks. Not bad. Pretty fair. Don't forget to shout “Teshan!” the next time you get in. A special flat 50 offer awaits you. :-P Till then, Ciao!
Adios! This black-yellow heart of mine is yearns for one more hitch in the black-yellow babe!
Cheers!
You may call it a Rickshaw, a Tum-Tum, a Tun-Tun or whatever you feel like. It looks like an overgrown toad coloured black and yellow by some fanatic. But it is home to a thousand experiences. Some of them held by me. The Rickshaw does hold a special place in my heart. I can emphatically proclaim that my heart is not only Blue it is also Black and Yellow! :-P
The actual fun starts when your waiting at the bus stop for the Rickshaw to arrive. Some man with a hairy chest and paan in the mouth comes with his black-yellow babe and shouts, “Teshan! Teshan!”. I look at him and nod my head. He turns his head to the left motioning me as if telling me “Kopche mein aa.” Happily enough, I've outgrown the vulgar phase. ;-) You can't help but get a feel that he's trying to hit on you. :-|
Finally I climb in. If it's the guy's lucky day, he gets his fellows quite easily. If not, we head towards the next bus stop, the constant fear of his gay looks making me feel uneasy. The next stop arrives. Five or six people hop in. They're literally molesting the poor Rickshaw. The hapless thing is as faithful as an elf. It drives on, not even letting out a single whine.
Now, just imagine. Six people plus the driver in a Rickshaw. All smelling either mustard oil or sweat. I prefer to look out. Aren't deodorants given out for free anywhere?! But no worries, you get used to the smell anyway.
Some of my recent experiences with the Share Rickshaw once I had gotten in:-
Three people in the rick. Going peacefully. Suddenly the driver gets a fit. He stops and starts shouting “Teshan! Teshan!”. Two fellas get in. There are 3 people on the backseat, three on the front seat. One more guy comes running and hops in. 4 on the backseat. The driver, who has really lost it cries, “Teshan! Teshan!”. One guy on the backseat shouts (accompanied by a classic gaali) “Abhi ye god mein bithaega y******! Chal aage!”. Thank the Good Samaritan!
Three people are in the rickshaw before i get in. The driver offers me to sit on the front seat (i.e. Lap) of his babe. I'm elated! My dream has come true! One of the experiences you can never estimate without having a ride. Luckily for me, the guy isn't gay. I enjoy as the cool breeze brushes my face. I hold the meter with one hand and the rod with another. My ass fractionally fits on the seat. But it's satisfactory anyway. :-)
I'm in the mood for some fun. No passenger in the Rickshaw but me. So I just poke my head out in front of the bus stop and shout “Teshan! Teshan!”. I ask the driver, “Barobar aahe ka kaka!?”. He seems flattered. Looks at his disciple (me) and says, “Ho! Chhaan!”. I'm delighted! :)) I again peak out and cry “Teshan! Teshan!”. The fun of this task grows exponentially. He charges me only 5 out of the ten precious bucks I have to pay. Great! Is this for real!? =))
The Honey heavy dew of slumber is falling upon me. I fall asleep in the Rickshaw. I wake up to find myself delivered to “teshan”. :-)
Some more experiences to come later. Soo much fun for just ten bucks. Not bad. Pretty fair. Don't forget to shout “Teshan!” the next time you get in. A special flat 50 offer awaits you. :-P Till then, Ciao!
Adios! This black-yellow heart of mine is yearns for one more hitch in the black-yellow babe!
Cheers!
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A picture perfect evening..
Arrival of the monsoons. I get out of class. Chaitanya, Omkar and me. A super chemistry lecture with photoelectric theory and what not stuffed in our teeny weeny brains. The weather is nice. Very nice. Dark clouds, wet roads and a cool breeze. We decide to go and grab some hot bhajjis. We get some. Sit and have a chomp till the last microscopic bit from the paper vanishes. Then its time for burning hot tea. Wow! Masala chai cutting at such a time is heavenly. It's one of those things which you won't really love till you have them at the right time. This is precisely the right time.
Chaitanya and Omkar leave. I go to catch my 7:30 bus. Plug in my headphones with some old classical blues or rock song ringing. I don't know what it is between Hendrix and me. The queue is horrible. A lady is pushing me from the back. Strong jabs into my lower abdomen. And it is then that Hendrix starts singing, “American Woman, stay away from me!”. Woh, Mr Hendrix. At this time I so wish it was me who was singing it aloud. I enter the bus. Luckily, place to sit and a a nice window seat too. Now starts the most relaxed time of the day. Cool breeze, music and me to myself..
The first song is Wake Me Up- Greenday. Thoughts wander. My eyes close. I want to take a trip down memory lane, hoping last November might never have happened. All the past comes up. It brings with itself a fleeting sense of loneliness. If not loneliness, still some sense which I don't quite like. I seriously start thinking.. God, Wake me up when these foolish thoughts disappear..
I change the song. It says Tum Ho To.. I start to think about college, girls.. Finally, college has begun. Brought with it a couple of nice girls. :-P My mind is going nuts. Could i work things out with one of them?! Some look really gorgeous, some are really sweet. Could my girl be one amongst them?! Oh my God! I'm thinking too much. I think of Megha, whether she would help me get acquainted with one of them. :-D i hope she'll do this for me. After everything she has done throughout, this is probably nothing. I only hope.. Thats where it ends..
My Express Music wants me to listen to something else. The song switches to Love Story-Taylor Swift. I feel she is desperate. Frankly. Why else would she shout out,”Its a Love Story, BABY JUST SAY YES”!! Yes Yes. I understand. Desperation makes men go mad. And women like taylor Swift too. But in spite of all this, I still don't know why i like that song?! Maybe the rain has wiped off my rationality. Who cares?! I go on enjoying her sweet (but yea, still desperate) voice.
Then comes Nagada Nagada from jab We Met. This song makes my feet go haywire. They shiver. They want to dance. They move to play football. God knows what happens to me when I listen to drumbeats.. I feel like playing football, dancing, scoring beautiful goals.. i suddenly think of The Holy Trinity; Messi, Henry and Etoo. How awesome would it be to score a goal in the UCL final, get a salute from the Holy Trinity.. this small piece of fantasy gives unexpected pleasure to my tired brain. I smile to myself. Half of the people in the bus think I'm mad. Let them feel so. I'm sure as hell enjoying myself.
Roobaroo, Rahman, magic, and what he does best. The “Poo Poo Poo” is too good. The chord brings back memories of good old days when I had time to strum the guitar. Suddenly, i have an irresistible urge to play the guitar, to perform on stage, to sing out aloud..
Summer of 69. immortal. Pure, simple delight. My mind is completely free to roam now. I'm so happy to be sitting in the window of the bus. A cool breeze. Great, wet road. People scampering along. Maybe the only 20 minutes of the day when my mind is totally JEE-free. Oh, the JEE! Apart from JEE, many things to talk about, let's move on..
Ironically, the last song of my journey is Paradise City. How i hope Paradise city did exist! Where the grass was green and the girls pretty.. :-P Oh no, Atharva, not girls again.. I tell myself. Just then the bus stops. I get down. Unplug my earphones. Get down and walk the road back home.
20 minutes, no tension. Just thoughts. Pleasurable thoughts. Some not-so-pleasurable thoughts. But still, what matters is those 20 JEE-free minutes, some crap to write in my blog and some more shite to have your eyebrows in an arch..
Chaitanya and Omkar leave. I go to catch my 7:30 bus. Plug in my headphones with some old classical blues or rock song ringing. I don't know what it is between Hendrix and me. The queue is horrible. A lady is pushing me from the back. Strong jabs into my lower abdomen. And it is then that Hendrix starts singing, “American Woman, stay away from me!”. Woh, Mr Hendrix. At this time I so wish it was me who was singing it aloud. I enter the bus. Luckily, place to sit and a a nice window seat too. Now starts the most relaxed time of the day. Cool breeze, music and me to myself..
The first song is Wake Me Up- Greenday. Thoughts wander. My eyes close. I want to take a trip down memory lane, hoping last November might never have happened. All the past comes up. It brings with itself a fleeting sense of loneliness. If not loneliness, still some sense which I don't quite like. I seriously start thinking.. God, Wake me up when these foolish thoughts disappear..
I change the song. It says Tum Ho To.. I start to think about college, girls.. Finally, college has begun. Brought with it a couple of nice girls. :-P My mind is going nuts. Could i work things out with one of them?! Some look really gorgeous, some are really sweet. Could my girl be one amongst them?! Oh my God! I'm thinking too much. I think of Megha, whether she would help me get acquainted with one of them. :-D i hope she'll do this for me. After everything she has done throughout, this is probably nothing. I only hope.. Thats where it ends..
My Express Music wants me to listen to something else. The song switches to Love Story-Taylor Swift. I feel she is desperate. Frankly. Why else would she shout out,”Its a Love Story, BABY JUST SAY YES”!! Yes Yes. I understand. Desperation makes men go mad. And women like taylor Swift too. But in spite of all this, I still don't know why i like that song?! Maybe the rain has wiped off my rationality. Who cares?! I go on enjoying her sweet (but yea, still desperate) voice.
Then comes Nagada Nagada from jab We Met. This song makes my feet go haywire. They shiver. They want to dance. They move to play football. God knows what happens to me when I listen to drumbeats.. I feel like playing football, dancing, scoring beautiful goals.. i suddenly think of The Holy Trinity; Messi, Henry and Etoo. How awesome would it be to score a goal in the UCL final, get a salute from the Holy Trinity.. this small piece of fantasy gives unexpected pleasure to my tired brain. I smile to myself. Half of the people in the bus think I'm mad. Let them feel so. I'm sure as hell enjoying myself.
Roobaroo, Rahman, magic, and what he does best. The “Poo Poo Poo” is too good. The chord brings back memories of good old days when I had time to strum the guitar. Suddenly, i have an irresistible urge to play the guitar, to perform on stage, to sing out aloud..
Summer of 69. immortal. Pure, simple delight. My mind is completely free to roam now. I'm so happy to be sitting in the window of the bus. A cool breeze. Great, wet road. People scampering along. Maybe the only 20 minutes of the day when my mind is totally JEE-free. Oh, the JEE! Apart from JEE, many things to talk about, let's move on..
Ironically, the last song of my journey is Paradise City. How i hope Paradise city did exist! Where the grass was green and the girls pretty.. :-P Oh no, Atharva, not girls again.. I tell myself. Just then the bus stops. I get down. Unplug my earphones. Get down and walk the road back home.
20 minutes, no tension. Just thoughts. Pleasurable thoughts. Some not-so-pleasurable thoughts. But still, what matters is those 20 JEE-free minutes, some crap to write in my blog and some more shite to have your eyebrows in an arch..
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