Of love-life, mouse and deep faith

Had a few comments asking me to post more often even if I write about my sorry love life ... lekin saala murphy ko bhi akhha duniya mein apan-ij mila tha ... sorry to kya kisi bhi type ki love life se duur ka bhi vaasta nahi hai ... thoda idea apne friends log ki love life ka hai lekin usko kai koo public mein discuss karne ka ... so i have to scratch the rusting corners of my vacuum filled head to find some topic to write about ... The fact that i am sitting at home makes thinking even more difficult ... bole to naa to raat ko 1 baje music sun sakte hain aur naa hi is dial up connection par youtube se videos download hote hain ... to saala dimag chalega kaise

In June, I had my first experience of traveling with air-deccan, last week I had my second. With 19 other batch mates in the same flight we had good fun. The danger of being detained for suspicious behavior stopped us from doing too much non-sense like playing antakshari in the plane. Anyways, the real surprise came on Delhi railway station where checking of passenger luggage has become a new security measure.

With the innocent-soft-spoken-cultured-eligible-bachelor looks of mine, the chances of me being suspected to be a suicide bomber are only as high as malika sherawat playing the title role in jai santoshi maa. Still, as part of usual procedure, I was stopped for a security check at Delhi railway station. The fun started when the policeman asked me to open my laptop bag.

Scene: Delhi railway station,
Cast: me, policeman1 (we call him Hawaldar Bahadur) and policeman2 (we call him Crook-Bond)

With i-am-the-most-responsible-police-officer look on his face, Hawaldar Bahadur picks up my laptop charger

Hawaldar Bahadur (HB): Ye kya hai
Me: (with the kahan-fas-gaya look) Sirrr, Ye ch ch charger hai issska
HB: (with i-see-something-fishy-in-this look) kis liye
Me: (with the super-cool-sincere-student look) Sirrrrr, yye laptop ko ch ch charge karne ke liye
HB: (Inspecting the wire of the charger) remained silent and gave me a thakur-to-tu-gaya look

HB now picks up the external mouse
HB: (with the sherlock-holmes-meets-karamchand look) ye kya hai
Me: (trying hard to stick to the super-cool-sincere-student look) Sirr, ye ye woh mouse hai
HB: (with the stone-age-man-looking-at-paris-hilton-on-playboy-cover look) matlab, ye kya kaam ka hai
Me: (with the i-am-a-techie-nerd-who-thinks-osama-is-just-a-computer-virus look) sir ye woh iske saath (pointing at the laptop) lagate hain kaam karne ke liye
HB: (i cant even dare to look at his face to check his look now) Kaise kaam karta hai
Me: (with the chanting-hanuman-chalisa-yet-appearing-cool look) opened the laptop and tried explaining him what the hell it was

Suddenly, Crook-Bond who was standing a few feet away till now busy checking some other passenger chips in ..

Crook-Bond (CB): (with the humare-paas-har-problem-ka-solution-hai look) kya baat hai
Me: (turning to CB) sir kuch nahi, bas ye laptop hai
CB: Arey haan haan theek hai (gives a ullu-ke-pathhe-itna-bhi-nahi-pata look to HB)
Me: (smile reloaded on face) thank you sir ... pack my bag and leave


Moving to another incident ... The 8 day long festival of Jains ended last Monday (the one that ends with seeking forgiveness for all wrong doings) ... Now to give some background, Jainism gives a lot of importance to fasting ... and fasting here means not eating or drinking anything at all ... ya nothing at all ... now its common to see people doing such a fast for a day or may be two ... and every now and then we hear about people doing such a fast for 8 consecutive days ... the 13 year old girl of the priest of our temple did this 8 day fast this year ... She does not belong to a Jain family ... she stays in the temple premises with her family ... 8 days without any food or water the look on her face can be used to define divinity ... her act made be think about what wonders can deep faith do ...

And I am thinking ... is there anything in which I have such strong faith ? The question lingers...

ps: I request all of u to forgive me for any act of mine that would have pained/offended u guys during last one year ..

Bas yun hi ...

Disclaimer: This post is written at 6 in the morning in a whitish mischeifish mood diluted by some REALly activ juice. The sole purpose of the post is to prevent my blog from atrophic dormancy rustio virus.

I do not recieve too many mails, offliners or orkut scraps. Barring the spam and the mails sent by some random wellwishers with subject lines like "v SAVE 82%: VIAGR*, AMBIE*, CIALI*, XANA*, RIVOTRI*, LEVITR*, CIPRO, MERIDI*, CELEBRE*, VALIU* prettier" i recieve mails less frequently then quizzes at IIMC. The average time between 2 scraps in my scrapbook is enough for increasing Indian population by a few thousands. In short my CyberLife is not really happening. So whenever i see more mails in my box than the number of balls that Ganguly faced before getting out, i get excited. Today was one such day. Most of those mails or scraps were about wishing me 'maitri diwas'. Thanks a lot guys and same 2 u.

I know that you might be shocked with the crap that i've written and would have already used the four letter word. Sorry for all this. It was neccesary to keep my blog alive.