WEIRD FUNNY MOMENTS

I am a weirdo, at times.
My brain stops working and some weird ideas invade my mind. I do things that is really foolish, idiotic, mad but really interesting. here, i have shared some of them:

1. One sunny Sunday afternoon, after doing a lot of pending chores in the hostel, I put on multani mitti (face pack)on my face, and went to take some rest, at around 3pm. i fell into a delicious slumber. My friend knocked at around 8m for dinner, i heard her, but couldnot speak. I thought I am still in my sleep. I stood upright, and tried hard to shout that I am coming in 5minutes, but damn, I couldnot move my lips. Not getting any response, she came inside and switched on the light, when she stood dumb infront of me with her mouth open. The whole face pack was still there all dry like stone. I had to actually put my face inside the bucket full of water for a long time. It became all dry + I had a mild flu for 3 days.

2. I thought of going on a diet. Sunday in hostel. I know that dieting doesnt mean going on a fast. But I thought lets see, what happens if I don’t eat anything……I didn’t eat dinner, next day no breakfast, no lunch(…I drank only water and two besan ki laddoo in the evening the previous day) and in the evening I was damn hungry. I went out with my friends to the nearby market and ate 2plates of golgappe non stop. I came back. I went to my room. I wasn’t feeling good. I went to the loo. While coming out, I couldn’t walk anymore. I fell down.was unconscious for 2minutes , I suppose. Thankfully my friend came looking for me. the first thing I said to her when I came back to my senses, “you know, while falling down, when I still had some senses, I felt I was falling like a bollywood heroine in a saree, my body actually made a few curvatures, it was thrilling, the experience…”

3. I took two full buckets of hot water from the geyser which was placed outside the bathing area. Then after sometime, I felt like not taking an elaborate bath, so felt I don’t need two buckets of water. I rotated one bucket in 90degrees, aligning it with the bathroom floor. The bathroom was hardly 1X1m, and the water fell and spread in the small area , and i didn’t have the wildest thought that my legs were also placed in the same floor. I jumped continuously to save my legs from the hot burning water, but again when you jump, how long can you be in the air. I literally was jumping and shouting, and waiting for the water to go. Finally when it was emptied, I came out, with tears on my eyes. Couldnot walk for the day! burnol smelling all over my room.

4. I had to cut some sheet for model making. I put on a new blade on the cutter. It was shining and looking very sharp. I was telling my friend, “what will happen if I hold this cutter like this (holding it the way it should be hold),and put my other finger like this, (giving support to the sheet with my thumb and middle finger) and cut the sheet like this (cutting a rough sheet), and what if, very smoothly it goes over my middle finger (putting the blade deliberately over the finger with a cunning smile and a james bond sound effect) and oh!...... the sheet was all red with blood. Couldnot submit the model the next day!

5. I had a very bad cold and cough. The cough was so severe, it was like I had to take a long breathe before starting a cough, and the cough used to be so long, it takes extra time and I couldnot take my second breathe. I had to literally bent down with my head down. I used to live with my sister alone then. Seeing me in this condition, she panicked. The cough used to attack, after a certain time period. There was a curfew in the city that day. so we decided to see the doctor the next day. for the time being, she bought a dabur honey ka big bottle, and said she is going out to the neighbor’s house to find tulsi leaves, as the combination is said to be a very good medicine for cough. She went out. I had the attack again. I took a spoon of honey. I thought its half the medicine, so lets have it soon. I don’t know what happened, I liked the taste so much, one spoon after another , I finished the whole bottle. When she returned and saw the empty bottle, she was all red. Complete silence. Honey is really hot, and having a full bottle is actually not safe. She couldnot sleep the whole night. I couldnot sleep because I felt bad for her. I had been so much trouble to that lonely elder sister. Nothing happened to me and the cough also subsided. Ha!

6. I brought 12eggs. I brought so many so that I don’t have to go to the market again and again. For a few days I went for a trip with my friends. Before going I put the eggs in the deep freezer, so that it don’t get spoilt.i came back and forgot about the eggs. After a month, when we thought of cleaning the fridge, I found the eggs. They were all frozen. Hard as stone. I literally threw it in the wall, to break it, and it bounced back to me…..an egg, even the chicken would have fainted seeing this! I tried to break it with the knife, karchi, tawa, cooker, no luck. Called up my mom and told the whole story. She said, “try with your head!”

7. Wedding of my sister’s friend. She told me in the last moment, “you will go with me”, so I wasn’t prepared. It took me sometime to decide what to wear. I finalized. It was almost 4:45pm. we would leave the house at around 6pm. I visualized the whole evening. I panicked, I will look fat. I started walking frantically in our small verandah. Everybody asked me the reason, I didn’t reply. They thought I was angry over something. i was all exhausted by 5:30pm. I went inside and fall flat in the bed. My sister woke me up at around 7pm, and asked “shall we go?”, I got up, get dressed and went. I didn’t say anybody. I was trying to get slim by walking, in that one hour! After all, “its better late than never”.

8. Watched tom cruise’s “the last samurai”. Was totally flat over him. stood infront of the mirror and pondered the whole night, how can I look like him? why on hell a girl can look like a guy. But I just wanted to look like him. saw every minute detail. After some hours I felt I almost look like him, just my hair are longer. Got the cutter, didn’t have a scissor, and cut the hair the way his hair looked in the movie. It was a disaster!

9. My friend told me she was working and after finishing her work, she will come to my room and sleep with me. her bed was all messed up. I sais ok and kept the door open. After sometime I felt the bedcover moved. I went to one side and made room for her to sleep. After around an hour when I was deep asleep, the room lights were put on, and I heard that friend shouting….i got up, she said, “oh, I came just now, put on the lights and a cat went out”, …….”what?”

10. My friends used to tease me with a guy. They said we make a perfect couple. And whenever they saw me thinking or absent minded, they used to say that I am in love. I was in doubt as I didn’t know what was actually “in love” means. So I clarified it by going through these two songs :
:tujhe naa dekhun toh chain, mujhe aata nahi hai, ek tere seeva mujhe aur, koi bhata nahi hai, kahi mujhe pyar hua toh nahi hai?”
my mind replied, “I don’t see him often, mujhe chain aata hai? Hmm….yes, aata hai. Tere seeva koi aur bhata hai? Yes, I like chad michael murray also (my biggest crush at that time).” so, mujhe pyar nahi hua hai. Hence solved.
Second song was. Cross check:
Kya yahi pyar hai? Dil tere bin kahi lagta nhai, waqt guzarta nahi….
Kya dil tere bina kahi lagta hai? Haan kuch interesting kaam ho toh lagta hai, boring ho toh kabhi bhi nahi lagti thi….waqt guzarta hai? Haan guzar jata hai, infact hamesha submission ke liye time kum pad jaata hai”..so, yeh pyar nahi hai….hence solved.
So I was clear, I wasn’t in love.
I actually did this!

CRUSH

Shilpi was on her way to school. She boarded the school bus. She was excited to give Runa the news. She knew, Runa must have got to know about it the previous day, she might have been jealous for a moment; after all it was not a simple matter that her poem was published in ‘the sentinel’. Her eyes began searching for her dear friend, but what’s this, she couldn’t find Runa in the bus. Shilpi’s bus stop is next to Runa’s. Everyday Runa used to grin at her with eyes shining when Shilpi boarded the bus, everybody in the bus knew that the seat near Runa’s was reserved for her friend. No one used to sit there. It became a habit for everyone. But Runa was a very sweet girl, very honest. She always felt guilty when little students boarding the bus with Shipi looked at the seat with longing eyes with a wish to sit there instead of sitting at the back seats. So, always she used to scold Shilpi,
 “Shilpi, why don’t you come a little faster.”
“Why?” Shilpi asks although she’s quite acquainted of the answer.
“No, it’s very difficult to keep the seat. Those small kids wish to seat here, and I don’t like to deprive them of it….” Runa says with an offended face. 
But Shilpi understands the remaining part that was not said that although she didn’t want to deprive those kids of the seat, she also wanted her friend to sit near her because they had so much to talk, about the new pepsi ad, starring SRK, about their social studies' unit test, and of course, about the new senior student whom they saw talking with the most strict teacher of the school the other day. The teacher never talks to anybody, and that day, she was laughing with that senior student. What could be the reason behind? No one but only Shilpi was the one with whom she could quench her thirst. Her larger than life grin and shining eyes, revealed that.
Finally Shilpi’s large eyes dimmed when the bus conductor said to her smiling, “today your friend didn’t come”
Shilpi smiled, “Runa can’t miss school today, she might have missed the bus; she’ll come, she’ll board the bus in that flyover stoppage”, she added as a quick after thought.
She took a backseat. She was very angry; no one else in the bus would understand her excitement. She would just nearly kill Runa in school. ‘How dare she is to miss the bus!’ She had so much to say her. The reaction of her parents and that of her elder brother who always used to bully her, on seeing the poem.   Oh! She has already started missing Runa. So engrossed was she in her thoughts that she was unaware of Aniket drawing up alongside.
“Shilpi…”, a smart rabbit like eyed Aniket interrupted.
“Hey…..hi”, a little amazed, Shilpi uttered.
“Yesterday your poem was published in the newspaper, right?’ Aniket asked her on his way to sitting near the window just behind her seat.
‘Yeah…..’Shilpi replied, a bit surprised.
‘I read it, it was excellent’
‘Thank you’
‘There you’ve written that your birthday falls on May. Does it really fall on May or…..?’
‘Oh no, it’s just for the sake of the poem…just to make it rhyme....’
She was not satisfied with her answer. She felt a fool, a bit nervous. After all someone is asking something about her creation. She continued, ‘since in the previous line there was uncle pay at the end, so I gave may at the end of the other line…..you know pay….may…, rhyming nah?” what a stupid explanation, she thought.
He smiled nodding his head. A sweet smile expressing that he had understood what she had explained. But his eyes had something else to say. It may be a look of awe, praise and respect that she could write such a nice poem that the publishers there liked it so much that they had published it. Was it that simple? Should she feel proud of it? But he looked at her for a while and smiled, and she felt some mystery underlying it, she felt funny in her knees. Their conversation ended there. After all, they are not close friends. They knew each other but don’t usually talk, just smiles, if by chance their eyes sometimes met; Aniket happened to be the most intelligent and smart boy in their class. And he was very cute too. At the age of 11, a boy could not be called handsome, after all. In fact, he was very sweet. He had red lips and his cheeks got pink, when he smiled. His hair fell on his forehead, and those fringes get moist due to extreme sweating, giving a wet look. He was always on the go, just kept on running here and there with his friends. He was always the leader in whatever the boys did because his friends although equally mischievous, were not smart enough as him, to take the lead. He was a good sportsperson and was a good debator too. He was the favorite of the PT sir. And he had an answer to all questions. He was every teachers favorite. And he had a kid sister too and was quite protective on her part. Sort of a hero! And the icing to the cake was that he was the third rank holder of the class. Runa and Shilpi exchanging the first two ranks. So, although he came after her in studies, but the best among the other boys in class. Shilpi just felt great when she recollected the conversation with Aniket again. Today she felt different; she wanted to avoid the thought that was trying its best to make a position of itself in her mind. She didn’t want to give this thought a green signal because she was afraid that it might hamper her in her studies.
Runa boarded the bus in the flyover stoppage. She was already told about Shilpi, where she was sitting, by the conductor. She headed towards her with her usual grin and shining eyes. 
“Shilpi”, she shouted. Shilpi woke up from her dreams, from that disturbed state of mind.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                            
‘I saw your poem yesterday; my mom said it was great.’
Shilpi smiled but thought at heart, ‘jealous, she told about her mother but didn’t say that she liked it too.”
But anyways, they were friends. Jealousy was a part, but both of them knew that they loved each other, they were the best friends. When they met each other they talked so much that they just forget what’s going on in the world around, forget about jealousy. But today Shilpi just listened; she was occupied.
Runa was a typical happy go lucky girl, tall, lean with laugh wrinkles at the corner of her eyes. She seemed to be excited about every single thing under the sun. shilpi was waiting for the appropriate time to tell her the news. 
She said, ‘Runa, today Aniket told he had read my poem yesterday and…his father liked it’ she thought, ‘hmm, a lie, why I didn’t say he liked it.’ Anyways she continued, ‘I was surprised, he talked to me; I didn’t know he talks to girls also’ and she giggled.
‘Aniket? He often talks to me. At times, he surpasses the limit. Sometimes I get bored. Sometimes he tries to be too friendly. But he’s sweet, isn’t he?’
‘Hmmm…!’ Shilpi didnt like her response.

That night she went to sleep early. But sleep was a confusion of dreams. She decided, ‘instead of struggling with this confusion, let’s think about it in details. After all it’s just a thought. And the first thought that attacked her as soon as she permitted the entry of that thought, was, ‘Is Aniket in love with me?’ her heart sank. Suddenly she felt shy. She drew her face more close to the pillow and pressed her left cheek along with the nose against it. After that, loads of thoughts attacked her one after another. She thought, ‘may be....,ummm because, errr.... after all, I am the topper of the class. I am intelligent, outspoken, sincere, smart and quite pretty. And I am liked by my teachers too. I always get highest marks in the unit tests; at least always score more than him. And finally, my poem has been published in the newspaper. Her thoughts went wild, ‘if he comes to me and proposes me? What will I do?’ she came back to her senses. She put a halt to her thoughts. She thought, ‘no Shilpi, no. stop thinking. Think about your next unit test. If you keep on thinking this, Runa will get the highest marks. So, forget everything, concentrate on social studies now.’
With those strict instructions, she composed herself for a nap. These days she worked very hard. That thought tried to disturb her, but she locked her heart’s door, strictly prohibited its entry. When that thought came to her mind on seeing him in the class or at bus, she quickly ordered her mind to think about the main points of harappan civilization that was the most important part of the test. She began to recollect the points and consequently her mind got disturbed from that thought. 
Her test was over. She gave out a sigh of satisfaction. It went well. A smile adorned her lips, she gave her best. Now there’s no more tension till the announcement of the next test. 
She thought on her way home from the bus stop, ‘if by chance he becomes ‘the one’, I will tell him the wishes I have never told anybody else, and listen to his’. We will meet everyday after school in that old church, and talk for hours. He speaks a lot, so, he will speak and I will smile at him silently, being a quiet listener, he will make me laugh by his humorous jokes. We can plan our future together. If we can go to the same college for higher studies, it will be so great.’ 
That night she let her thoughts go wild. But generally it always happens that when we do not want to think something, it comes over to our mind again and again, but when we set it free, when we sit properly to concentrate on that particular thought clearly, we feel as if that thought is the most stupid thing in the world, it ends so quickly that we have nothing left to think after that. We try our best to make it beautiful but it just vanishes; the same thing happened with Shilpi that night.
She started, ‘my dad knows his dad. He once said that they belong to good, old family of the town. And his mother once told my brother, when he met him on our way back from the tuition, ‘Shilpi is a very good girl. All the teachers in school says so, I have seen her maths’ answer sheet, everything is written so neatly, every examiner would love to give her marks. I always tell Aniket to write like her. But he is very naughty, you know’, well, that means she will approve of me. And my parents will also not say no to Aniket, I think. Is he the one?’ a smile escaped her lips, ‘no man! What am I thinking….my man will be different’ 
She thought again, ‘but, if he comes to me and …’ 
‘Are all these really going to happen?’ she felt a pain in her heart.
‘What rubbish, why will he come to me? He is just a friend. Stupid. And anyways, what do you know about him, his likes, dislikes, his ambitions, and dear, what rubbish you are up to, you are still too small for all these.’ And she stopped there.
A few days later, as usual, Shilpi and Runa were chatting in the bus.
‘Did you read today’s newspaper?’ Shilpi asked.
‘No, I didn’t get time. Why?’ Runa questioned.
‘The after effects of yesterdays earthquake in Australia in the top stories. Perth was the epicenter.’ Her main motive on saying this was to let her friend know that she knew this new, uncommon word 'epicenter' that she got acquainted with just that morning. Aniket was sitting in front of them and hearing this; he turned around and said, ‘yeah, I have read too. The president is going to pay them some funds and….’ 
Runa thought, ‘showing off, huh! Why didn’t I read the newspaper today!’
‘You girls like reading the newspaper?’ Aniket questioned.
‘Yeah…’, a spontaneous answer to an unexpected question. Not concerning about the reply, he added, ‘I also love to, especially the headlines given in the left side are very interesting, aren’t they?’ he was adressing Shilpi this time.
‘Yes’, shilpi smiled thinking … ‘he talks’.
Usually her brother goes to pick her up from the tuition but that day, the teacher was ill, so they were sent half an hour earlier. She didn’t wait for her brother but went with the group of friends that included both juniors and seniors. Aniket was also in the group. The boys were really very naughty, they shouted the whole way, singing songs, cracking jokes, teasing each other etc. she heard Aniket saying something which really made her laugh. It goes something like this, ‘you know my friend’s grandma died when she was five years old.’
‘What? ha ….ha..ha..!’ everybody laughed.
Shilpi murmured to herself, ‘he is humorous too.’
That day again she dreamt, ‘he’s not bad.’ Again the same thought came. But today she sat down to dream it in a beautiful day. She thought of directing the scene;’ if while coming from art school….no, usually Runa accompanied her while coming from the art school and if not Runa, her other friends are always there with her, so she thought of another place, yeah, the bus, suppose Runa is absent like the other day and he comes to me with a nervous and blushing face, proposes me , what will I do? It’s sure that I’ll reject it, the proposal but how, should I be angry and scold him, ‘do you know what are you saying, is this your age to say so? Or should I smile and just say no, after all he is from a good family.’
Next day, Runa didn’t give her the usual grin. She looked at her, smiled in a matured way, but Shilpi could read her eyes, they had been together since the 2nd standard. She understood Runa wanted to say her something but what? She pondered over it and finally thought not to question her. Runa was a girl, who could not keep things for long in her stomach. She would soon tell everything.
In the lunch break, they went to the garden. They were sitting without talking looking at the distant sky. Both occupied by their own thoughts.
Runa was the one to break the silence. ‘Shilpi, I want to say something to you.’ With a female reticence Runa started.
‘Yesterday in music school, a boy….actually I don’t know him nicely, just see him, with the other boys in the art school ….’,she stopped.
‘So? What? Shilpi unable to understand. 
‘Actually, after I reached the class, all the girls were laughing at me. I didn’t understand. then Payal told me that Sunny wanted to say me something.’
‘Who’s Sunny?’ Shilpi with eyes larger than life and a thin smile revealing that she had understood something, questioned her.
‘That was the question that I too asked her’, Runa couldn’t suppress her smile anymore, she was all red but her eyes and her face were glowing too. 
‘I didn’t know that, that boy was Sunny, I knew him but hadn’t talked with him ever. Payal and my other friends laughed at me again on hearing my question.
Sunny gingerly approached me ‘I am sunny and….’
‘And what?’, Shilpi interrupted with excitement when Runa hesitated to say the remaining part.
‘And he proposed me, then and there in front of all.’ she whispered looking down.
‘What?’ Shilpi’s eyes grew bigger than ever. ‘How did he get the courage?’
‘It’s not a matter of courage or such. He felt it and so he said it.’ Runa looked up.
‘What did you say him, you must have scolded him’, Shilpi, still surprised, comforted her nervous friend.
‘No, I just didn’t know what to say. I just smiled. But see, he is prudent….shamelessly bold. Straightway he said it.’ Runa uttered.
Prudent was the word that they got that morning in the English chapter, which was being taught. Shilpi secretly admired Runa that she could use that new word so well, in the right situation. But anyways, she was a bit surprised on hearing Runa. If she were in her place, she would have straightway scolded the boy.
‘Why did you smile? What did you mean by that?’ shilpi said after a pause.
‘I don’t know, I didn’t mean anything. My smile was spontaneous.’
‘But if he thinks that you accepted his proposal, then?’
‘Then what?’
‘Means, he will be your boyfriend and you are his…’
‘Yeah, may be. Anyways, what’s wrong in having one? After a pause Runa continued, ‘actually I couldn’t say no to him. His heart might break. So, I thought its wise to keep quiet.’
‘but you don’t know his family, will he be able to cope with your family, what are his ambitions in life, if he thinks in the same line as you, …..’Runa interrupted, with a smile, ‘ silly girl, you are taking it too critically,’
Shilpi didn’t like her attitude, ‘she’s different from me.’, she thought.

Later that day, on her way home from the bus stoppage, she thought over the whole conversation they had. Runa said that there’s no harm in having one boyfriend. She thought about Aniket, ‘no, no’, a voice came from her heart, she asked herself,
‘Then what were all those?’
‘Just…fantasies of the mind.’ a smile escaped her lips and she hit her head lightly with her palm.
Then by and by, that thought found its own place in her heart and it remained in her heart. It disturbed her a lot, and she kept on dealing with it the same way. After about five-six months, there was the school day celebration. Shilpi was participting in a drama. She knew Aniket would be singing a song but didn’t give much attention towards it. Their drama was over. They were highly appreciated. Shilpi with her co-partner in the drama, Vanshita, sat among the audience to enjoy the other programs of the night, and more honestly, to take some rest. Vanshita was also in the same class. She is a good actress. She was playing the lead role in the dance drama. They enjoyed a lot, sitting among the audience and watching programs while their other friends were standing behind the audience, and some controlling the uncontrollable juniors. Generally students are not allowed to sit and that was the main reason of their excitement. The song by Aniket was announced, they sat properly to watch their classmate performing.
He sang a Bryan Adam’s number. It was great. He looked very very cute. He was smiling throughout the whole song. He has his own charisma. He looked so appealing. Shilpi didn’t change a glance anywhere else. She dreamt, ‘he sings, I dance….’
Vanshita said in the midst of the song, ‘he sings well, doesn’t he?’
‘Yeah…’ Shilpi smiled back at Vanshita, 
‘I am thinking … when he would be a bit older…means….bigger in both age and height, he would be ……just perfect,……nah?’ with eyes, lips, face smiling, these words popped out from Shilpi's mouth.
‘You are so right’, Vanshita said, with the same excitement and longing.
Then they exchanged a mischivious smile, they knew not why, but man, what are they talking, what did she mean by that. They just smiled, didn’t talk about that anymore. There was silence, but there was no silence in Shilpi’s heart. The thought, today, flowed like a volcanic eruption, ‘if he comes to me and………..’
She looked at him again. 
‘Would it be a mistake to say no?........Shilpi? Should I say yes?’ She tried her utter best to hold her smile, she sneezed, she coughed, but no, the smile was out there, right from the heart. She couldn’t stop it, finally she gave way, and smiled openly. She felt so wonderful. She looked down at her feet, her face all red.
Suddenly She heared Vanshita uttering something, ‘His father has got transferred. They will go to Delhi.’
'What?' Suddenly her heart sank, she shouted ‘Who said you that?’
‘Yesterday, during the rehearsals, Aniket himself said that to PT sir.’
Shilpi looked at Aniket again. He was still singing. He was still singing well, he was still looking very cute, handsome and appealing.’
She whispered to herself, ‘anyways, I was going to say him no.’ she sighed. 

MAKE HASTE !

Oh dat wish of mine, dat I wished ages back, wish it comes true, before the wish fades!

That gust of wind, that smell of air, those starry nights, droplets of tear,
Those wandering meadows, that sepia skies, those meandering roads, those fire flies,

Stage is set, props are laid, seats are filled, curtain is raised.

Oh my wish, do make haste, the times now, or you are slayed.

With armour on, head gear on, sword in my hand, I am protecting you since dawn.

Millions of attackers, millions of doubts, the time is now or I am no more to shout,

Come my friend, come my mate, I am holding onto you, with my last breathe.
Sword in one hand, stained in blood, my other hand yearns, that grip of yours.

I m standing, as tall as I can, a moment late and  we will fail,
Oh my wish, do make haste, the time is now or you are slayed.

Feelings # 2

When you have to leave your loved ones and go far off, to unknown place, live among strangers. You have to make friends with those strangers inorder to survive.
Yes, I know, unless you leave a place, you cannot get to know a new place. Unless you get out of your comfort zone, you cannot make another comfort zone. Unless you take risks, you donot know your edge, your true potential. And unless you fall in situations where you have no option but share thoughts with strangers, you cant make new friends. I know this.

But the feeling when you miss those loving gesture of your loved ones, when you get a cold reaction from the new people, when you find yourself all alone, when tears roll down your eyes uncontrollably in the crowd, when you wish you could run back to the one who loves you.
Yes, within a few days you adjust, you make new friends, you laugh, you share thoughts, you mix up and you get to know more of yourself. Yes, you adapt.
Yes, not the strong or the intelligent, but the one who can adapt to any situation finally survives on this earth. I know.
But that pain in your heart and those non stop flow of tears, only the one, who has been in that situation and felt it, knows how it feels. Its painful.

12. Sagittarius love!

These are a few lines on a Sagittarius female, i found somewhere and they are so true....

• Each time she loves, she believes with all her heart that this must be the first time two people ever felt such wonder.

• Not that she takes love lightly, no matter how many love affairs she might have wandered through with those naïve, trusting eyes, so wide open, yet so blind to the realities of human nature.

• She sincerely wants love to be real and forever – after, as in the fairy tales she used to read, each time she stumbles over a romantic adventure.

• She loves, she trusts, she believes, she tries with all her fiery idealism and determinatoon, then falls into heartbreak with no net to catch her, because sag would rather gamble on happiness than be burdened with excessive insurance or assurance.

11. TEMPLE FOR FOOD

 

(For all the non Delhiites, who has no family in Delhi, craving for home made food, specially big pieces of fish and gravy and tasty mutton, home made style, this is for you)


Many many years ago, in Delhi... 

I don’t get food in my PG, not even a single meal. I survived on dabbawalahs all these months and street food like momos, chaats, bread omelettes and expensive restaurants on weekends, but that food style lead me to hospital, I had dengue and typhoid simultaneously and was hospitalised for 11days and took long unpaid leaves before and after hospitalising. I had to take antibiotics every 4hours else I would shiver severely and I was almost sure I wouldn’t survive. And all I wanted from God at that time was to become normal again. That was a terror phase of my life. I had to return home and be another terror for my family.

Now I am back in Delhi and in the same hostel without food. So what do I do?

Of course, I don't take dabbas (tiffin meal) again. I somehow pleaded the landowner, by all possible ways (emotional blackmail, threat, stern, sad, polite, sweet) ways and finally he was convinced that I should be allowed to cook in his kitchen (a kitchen provided for the caretaker and his family) for at least a month or he would go to hell after death and burn in fire for not helping this poor little girl.

Ok, I cooked for a month and quite a lavish cooking it was……….I dedicatedly dedicated almost one and a half hour in the kitchen everyday and cooked for the day and I really made some yummy recipes. But after one month the villain in my happy movie entered, the uncivilized, uneducated, heartless, damn caretaker. He was in his ‘des’ (village) all these months. In the absence of the landowner, he was the self proclaimed owner of the place. The landowner lived away from this place, so he had hired this caretaker since like over 20years. The ‘paying guest’ building , which was originally a mini hospital, was three storied, and all the rooms in all the floors were rented as ‘pg’ including the ground floor which had two rooms for rent and one room where the caretaker and his family lived. And this caretaker behaved as if he owned the whole ground floor, right from the entry gate, small verandah, tv area, sofas, fridge (2 of them), the backyard, the old but ‘still working’ washing machine and the kitchen. So seeing me in his territory, in his kitchen, he was all fuming. I lived in a single seater in the ground floor. I could literally feel some hot air around me when he passed by ....!


So he stopped my cooking the day it turned one month. I had a heated argument with him. Allowing me to use the kitchen for max. 2 hours in a day, would have done him no harm. (I brought my own vegetables, my own masalas, salt, even my own utensils. And didnt take more than two hours to cook). But he was adamant. 

So after a few hours of cursing him and crying over my destiny, I looked out for more options. Necessity is the mother of invention, I found out a place, a temple that provided food (breakfast / lunch/ dinner) for the people who stayed in the guest houses in the temple premises. The food is good, it’s like a hostel mess, a big dining hall with plastic tables and chairs, no ac, many doors and windows with abundant cross ventilation and overlooking well mowed, trimmed, green turfs. The kitchen was adjoining the hall and could be accesed and seen from the hall. So what, who, how cooking is done, was visible. And the kitchen was quite clean and the temple effect/feel had made it cleaner, I suppose. Anyways, my mind worked at its fastest pace to plan out how to make it a success. I turned to my room mate with the idea. My roomie was a clean and sweet girl, (clean - the way Meryl Streep described her husband in ‘the bridges of madison county’). She was the 'mummy papa’s dear, nice daughter type girl' in this 21st century. Pure vegetarian, helpful, wore salwar suit, with the duppatta serving its purpose always, no make up, not even kajal, no hairstyle, rough hair with a thick plait. She is the sweetest girl I had met in this century and meeting her made me believe that God was sometimes good to me. She never see, hear, and say bad things, words and always on ‘may I help you?’ mode. I found her so sweet. But, never imagined, she could also be a,…eh.. problem?? Yes, she was a vegetarian and the temple mess served non veg food also. So she assumed they made the food in the same utensils and she would die hungry than eating food made of the utensils where non veg food was also cooked. Now my next mission was how to convince her that this was a myth.
I told her, "lets go and ask them straight if they make everything in the same utensils and clear the problem."
She agreed. (She also didn’t like the dabba food ) 
We asked and she actually went inside the kitchen and investigated and came out, much to my relief, knowing that no, they prepared both veg and non veg in different utensils. So she agreed to go with me to dinner in the mandir. Well, you must be wondering why do I need a company to go there. Well, it being a guest house, the crowd wasnt that good and they serve dinner at 9pm, which is the tym no good for a girl to walk alone in the streets and then to a place where theres men and men all around (although it’s a temple it’s a temple in DELHI after all.)

The food was good.

The menu is in a meal, a thali, they serve:

Rice (there's second serving, if you are new else you have to keep on shouting and they mite not attend)

Dal (there's second serving, if you are new and pretty and smiled when he served at the beginning)

one sabji (a seasonal vegetable mixed sabji)

fish curry(one BIG fish piece that will bring a smile to your face, generally rohu but it keeps on changing and not thick gravy, its more homestyle)

or mutton on Sunday dinner (min 3 pieces of mutton, and not thick gravy, homestyle) you need to go early and be among the first few eaters else it gets finished.

Tuesdays vegetarian. And sometimes egg thali. 

Otherwise this is the menu of lunch, dinner for the entire week. And per fish thali is 60 rupees and mutton thali is 90 rupees.

Since we became regular visitors, I made a deal with the cashier, who seems to be the manager. We used to have sabji and two or three rotis, as that was enough for dinner. So, we saved a few bucks and they were also pretty cool with the deal.

Sabji was charged 30 rupees and 3 rupees per chapati. We were happy with the 36rupees deal as the food was fresh cooked, hygienic and served hot.

So, basically for you people who are away from home and craving for home made simple food on a daily basis in delhi, this is a good destination I would say. There were loop holes ofcourse but you have to deal with it, nothing is perfect. Loop holes like you speak sweetly and nicely to the boys who serve you food at the beginning and they become the nightmare later, they would keep on staring at you from a distant while you are eating, you would bump into them in the market or other local shops since you stay in the same locality. But staying in delhi teaches you how to deal with all these, don’t worry. So I would suggest better go in a group of atleast two or speak in bengali to them, it actually helps!

N.B: And to know the further details you can contact me.


It was something like this,
yep both, the meal and the smile! 



10. Do you think the same?

Life is a journey. Like in a train journey, we start our journey from a station and we have a destination station. If you are travelling alone, you have a seat, and you pass through many stations, the train stops in some while in others it doesn’t, you pass through tunnels, bridges, see sceneries, mountains, valleys, rain, storm, animals, birds etc etc. many different type of people come and go, some sit, smiles at you, some busy in their own world, you talk to some , you don’t to some. Then many incidents, good , bad , unwanted, pleasant, funny, heart touching, irritating happens, you remmeber some at the end of the journey, you learn some truths from a few and forgets the rest.Isnt our life looks the same?

Nice. But just think, if you are travelling with a person, who is with you all the time, from the start, witnessing all the incidents, witnesses, sceneries together, seen things, learnt from them , ate those food from the stations, hold hands when you passed through that dark tunnel, talked just anyhting to give each other company, when both were awake at night and the rest of the passengers were all asleep, went to sit near the steps to get some fresh air and feel the thrill of the strong wind on your face, tried to figure out together if the person sitting infront is actually sweet or is a thug, a person to whom you can say you feel like having tea at a certain station when it is 3am and he agrees to join you in that, for whom you feel like getting down the train and run to the stall and buy something that he/she likes and gets back just on time and see him/her waiting for you, only you, impatiently with almost tears on eyes. And requests you with those eyes to never repeat that risk again and you enjoying the whole episode, the thrill, the eyes, the moment, and feeling like repeating again and again, you get up in the morning and the first thing that comes to your mind is that someone is travelling with you, and look for that person, and think about the next thing to do, only after you see him/her where he/she is suppose to be, and many more, and after you finish your journey, you have someone to recollect the memories you two had together during the journey. Isnt the journey more beautiful that way?