Nothing lasts Forever... Except memories

Nothing lasts Forever... Except memories...And when 3 handsome men mingle in the valleys of Aravalli Range and forests of Sariska... Beautiful memories are bound to get created!

My Recent trip to Sariska was one of the most beautiful memories that i will always cherish... 2 is company and 3 is crowd... And our trip was crowded as 3 of us, Kapil, Navjot aka kaka, and me decided to freak out in the jungles of sariska away from hustle-bustle of the city life! Unlike me,if you are one of those who read newspapers more frequently than never, then you must have read that tigers are getting deported to Sariska... I wonder how did they get to know that we are going there??? It was a trip of 1 night and 2 days, and trust me we spent those days as the last moments of our lives... It was so much fun, exotic locations, awesome mausam, proximity to nature... everything was just in place... Except the roads between Alwar and Sariska... Goshhhh... dont ask me how the experience was..Pancreas came to oesophagus, n my tongue touched my feet..Spine suffered unmanageable damages and loss. 1st day of our trip was to sariska wildlife sanctuary spread across a distance of 800 square Kilometers...The jungles were not that interesting as the animals were quite introvert and they refused to come out when they saw unfamiliar guests at their place. But who can stop 3 guys from having fun? One unending and ever interesting topic that is a panacea for boys is "Girls"... fantacies, talks of romance, intimate romance [more often described by a 3 letter word] and sounds of uncivilized language kept us going... Rest of the day we were at our Grand Hotel, "Tiger Den" where three tigers were staying...Masti maza we had there seriously cant be expressed in words... a cliche statement to make, but so true! Next day we went to the Siliserh Lake palace, Alwar museum, and Fort of raja mangal singh and his wife... A very busy day and very exciting with beautiful landscapes, panorama view and excellent pieces of art... It was a lovely trip, pleasure to eyes, mind and soul... but not so pleasurable for my body...Feeling like an egyption mummy whose body will get conveted into a heap of bones as soon as the bandages are removed, and in my case if my clothes are removed...So to give my body some rest, im going to take a crocodile sleep...Zzzzzzzzzzzzz......

Just Employed! And I lived unhappily ever after...

I never believed that strange concepts like Ghosts, vampires, hell etc. existed until i started working! Damn.... Mornings that are considered to infuse new life and rejuvenate people, make me a dead man. My soul rests at home, and body rusts in office! I wonder why offices dont get convicted for the crime of genocide, but as we say there is no room for justice in Kalyuga, innocents like us serve the sentence. Amidst hundreds of Geeks and Nerds serving the sentence along with me, strange thoughts run through my mind...Some prisoners are innocent like me, while others are "professional" rogues, found mostly in higher management cells! Ijust fail to relate anyone with my life or my friends, it feels they were born as employees...Matured, professionals and so irritating...There is no child side to any of them, here I remeber what a very dear friend of mine always say, "what is the point of growing old when you can not be childish at times..." We often confuse the difference between being 'childish' and being 'kiddish' and thats why end up drying our lives. Anyways coming back to where I was, my office life-We have a 10 hour shift & no one better than my arse can explain how painful it is to sit for 10 hours in a place like office! Eyes that were wide open in the morning when I was watching Katreena Kaif on MTv while i was waiting for cab suddenly droop down as soon as mtv gets replaced with fileserver on office intranet. Mouth that was drooling at the sight of our colony bombshell standing at the Bus-stop with the fresh after-bath look, starts yawning in the office as if I have not slept since ages! Tea, Coffee, Chewing gums everything surrender in front of influence of strong sedative termed as Work! I can proudly say I am a workaholic, work acts as an alcohol on me. Languorous feel intoxicates me as if i have eaten belly-full with a full size glass of lassi on a hot afternoon. I appreciate goverment officials so much more now, they are so real, unlike us they are not fake, they sleep shamelessly and explicitly when they feel like. Finally day breaks at six in the evening when I get out of the office, smell the fresh air and take a sigh of relief, thinking that life has changed,time that has passed will not be re-lived. Only thing I can do is cherish the sweet memories of past...no use cribbing man...K Sera Sera....

I salute my mom who is working for the past 23 years giving sweat and blood to her job!

Ridiculous Rituals...Hammering thoughts!

I have two elder sisters & as the society says they have attained "the marriageable age". Now the first thing that clicks my mind is-why this callous society that remains indifferent at most instances of pain, grief and need, suddenly becomes so concerned at the issue of marriage? "Your sisters/daughters have grown old, they are post 25, are you doing something? why are'nt you looking for prospective grooms? are the questions that we encounter just so often... Give us a break! I dont know if its their hunger for grand marriage feast, or the hunger for lovely social gossip that compells and reinforces them to keep shooting barrage of questions like these...Marriages should not be done just to discharge a social responsibility, it should be to find the right compatible companion, and when somebody is able to do that, next big thing you face is horoscope matches, caste uniformity, riti-rivaj, and the endless list of these giant sized issues goes on...My sister is a manglik and so is my companion. This social stigma has blocked my sister's way to happiness twice. On one hand we say "marriages are made in heaven", if this is the case, then let the individual find his/her own partner, how can you trample one's choice or decision of god (as we call as per hindu traditions) underfoot merely on the basis of a human made KUNDLI?How a person born on tuesday is different from a person born a person born on wednesday or any other day? Now let me apply some logic and common sense to defend my case... Person born on tuesday, i.e. manglik is considered to bring ill-luck if married to any other person than manglik, now tuesday is considered to be the day of Lord hanuman, as far as my sampling and observation techniques go, maximum turn- around in temples is on tuesday, its an auspicious day, then on what basis you consider a manglik person unfortunate?
These customs, traditions, cultures are themselves bot clear about anything and create a "catch 22" situation, so called vicious circle, you keep rotating around it and you will never be able to find an end to it. Ram and Sita had their 32 traits matched out of 36, which is said to be the best match ever, then why Sita had to go through exile, Agni-pariksha, Doubt on her character, and other such atrocious acts and situations? We can not call this a happy married life, ain't it?Just imagine, Today, in the 21st century, position of planets years ago, are deciding position of an individual in life... Thats why i feel this so called " marriageable age" of more of unmanageable... these customs, traditions are nothing but like a rocking horse, it keeps you going, but gets you no where...Our destiny lies in our own hands, still there will be millions of people who will take this sentence in an entirely different sense, searching their destiny in the "lines of their hands"...

Reserving Vs. Deserving...

Goshhhh.. I fail to understand what's happenning around us... Every sect in the society needs a reservation, we are well aware of the chaos created by Gujjars recently that brought cities to a standstill... I mean y?? and our humble/saint goverment has given them 5% reservation... If this kind of situation persists, no sooner we will need reservations for general candidates too! Why cant we keep "below poverty line" as the criteria for reservation if our motive is really the upliftment and emancipation of deprived... gujjars call themselves a minority, as far as my understanding goes, that section of society, which has a miniscule proportion of entire population is termed a minority, if this is the case with gujjars then how come handfull of people were able to paralyze our country? What is the need to give reservations on the basis of caste? Instead of stopping and punishing for the nuisance that they created, we have rewarded them with 5% reservation... now everybody who wants something, no matter how illogical and unjustified is, can come up, vandalize public property, harass general public and take what he wants, at the cost of society... Its a sad moment, victory of a caste, over our so called.... secular Nation! huh!