waqt badalte dair nahi lagti

Never lie... steal... cheat ...or drink

If you must lie....lie in the arms of your love..
If you must steal...steal away from bad company..
If you must cheat...cheat death
And if you must drink....drink in the momnets... that take your breath away

Nice lines from the movie HITCH...a must watch for all the guys.

Got my 1st salary a few days back...wasn't exactly on cloud number 9...it had taken so long coming...that somewhere had lost its worth...still it was meri zindagi ki pehli kamaai so felt nice.
Next came the googly. Now...shopping is one the most dificult things...even at the best of times...so... to buy gifts for some one else...is comparable to convincing jagjit singh to dance in a shakira video. Still...buying gifts for dad and my sis wasnt that difficult..(decided on a shirt for dad..and a wrist watch for sal - my sis-)...but what shud i get for mom..i was absolutely clueless... and had no option but to ask for help

Few days back...i saw this quote on a frnd's status messege on mesenger - "women....and intelligene gave the concept of parallel lines to this world " ...thouhgt about it..n realised that..yeah..may be the guy is right ;) ...
but i know someone who defies this concept outright...yes...for me...she is albert einstien...edison...and newton..all put together....she hasnt won 50 noble prizes...in fact...just a few trophies in school...but i say this because she always has the answer to all my problems...i dont how how she does this...things that seem so damn tough for me...she solves them without breaking a sweat...and this time too...she was the one who bailed me out....haan garima beti...tumhaari hi baat kar raha hoon.

Its amazing how girls make shopping look so easy and also do efficiently ....something guys...especially ones like me can never learn. The wrist watch for sal was her choice...and when we finally decided to get some cool cosmectics for mom... she was selecting the nail paints and other stuff...while the sales girl gave me a buzz-off look..whenevr i tried to give my suggestion on a lipstick shade. That moment..i thought i'd become colour blind as there was hardly any differnece in the shades which they both were looking...well atleast...for me..they were all the same...but again...girls have the eyesight of a giant telescope when it comes to matching saari-falls and choosing lipstick shades...Anyways...the mission was accomplished..everyone liked their respective gifts...and to see the smile on their face..made my day.

Now that i've managed to get some sort of a job..life has become a bit hectic. With office being about 40kms from my home, a lot of time and energy is spent in travelling....my bajaj chetak being my companion through the 1.5 hour one side journey. I'm seriosly thinking of inventing a scooter which has an auto pilot type button (just push it n relax while the scooter drives on its own). Also which has seats as soft as sleepwell mattresses...because by the time i reach home..my ass goes numb and i'm hardly able to feel it. But slowly i'm getting used to it...also with so many new radio stations..playing nice music...i'm listening to some good song and singing along at the top of my voice while driving...yeah..i am weird....can say that by seeing the looks on some of the faces who are unlucky enough to catch me riding a bajaj cehtak with my playback-singer hormones in full flow.

Anyways...one night while coming back...it just happend that no channel was playing a nice song for quite a while...not hard to imagine with our guy...silky fellow...himesh reshamiya... giving music in every other movie these days. So...subconciously...i went from the indian-idol mode...to finding-my-purpose-in-life -mode.. i'd read somewhere (guess it was the novel alchemist) that there are two kinds of people in this world

1. who spend there life searching for their 'treasure'
2. who spend their life..trying to figure out what exactly is... their 'treasure'

I tried to think which category was i in...felt a bit down to realize that i was among the 2nd group as i still didn know...what is that one thing that i want from my life....its true that at this point ..my top priority is to make a successful carrer so that i can make my family happy....
but still there has to be more to life...than just wanting to have a successfull carreer....i mean i want my dad to proudly say that my son is working with that MNC..instead saying that my son is selling choley-bhatoore at the diwaali mela..an upcomig business with treamandous potnetial.......but surely..this is not the sole purpose of my life...and the worrying part is..i cant find one either....

just then...i remebered a line from one of my fav movies..kabhi haan kabhi naa....
it says....kuch log aise hote hian...jinki zindagi main koi ek manzil naih hoti....unke liye zindagi ka safar hi sab kuch hota hai....

so...was feeling a bit confused that not being able to find my purpose...was good thing or bad...also..with all the stations playing pathetic songs at the same time meant that i was still in this thinking-about-me mode....when suddenly.... i recieved an sms...was standing at a loooong traffic signal...so decided to check it out....the sms was from "her"....almost instantly....the mood was up...the pain in my bumb was gone..felt like i was sitting on an extra soft variety of sleepwell mattress....and most importantly....the torturous aashiq banaya aapne was replaced by the amazing voice on sonu nigam and shreya ghoshal..with the song jaaaneman

kisi ne thik hi kaha hai...waqt badalte dair nahi lagti

boss...yeh ladki kya gaati haiyaar...imagine karo..ki aaapki shaadi....kisi shreya ghoshal type ladki se ho jaaye...subah subah..woh aapko uthane ke liye apni meethi aawaaz main gaaye...jaaaneman..nnnn.....jaaaaaanemann...aila...bas mazaa hi aaa jayega fir...
lo ji...fir chala gaya main thinking-day-dreaming-mode main

Of broken bones..jhonty rhodes and the dhoodhwaala

gabbar: yeh haaaaaath...humkaa dayide thaaakur...
thakur: naaaaaaaaaaai
gabbar:yeh haaaaaath...humkaa dayide thaaakur...
thakur: kya re gabbar..in haathon ka tu kya karega...inpe to plaster bandha hai..!!!!

yeah...there was time(in school....guess it was 6th grade) when broken bones were just a fall away for me. But why i'm remebering those plasters 2day...well...due to a strange co-incidence...i've brokem my arm three times(no...my bones r not made of glass) and twice...it was on 2nd ocotober...quite a unique way of celebrating gandhi jayanti...as its a national holiday..and of course..its a dry day...everytihng is closed. Everything...including the X-ray clinics...poor dad...had a hard time..trying to find a doctor..who wud put his son's hand back in shape...while i was..on the verge of becoming the local orthopedic's most valued coustomer...so...after bearning this for 2years continuosly...from next time around...2nd ocotober was the day when my mom used to lock me up..inside my room...the only games allowed that day were ludo....snakes n ladders...or cards

It was not that i was bunjee jumping without a rope..i just loved to play cricket...but being one of those thin...weighing-250gm-types( jinhe toofan ke waqt rassi se baandh ke rakha jaata hai...taki woh hawa main ud naa jaain)....i had my limitations while playing...while battting...no matter how many glasses of milk i'd had in d day..the ball never reached the boundary...i then tried fast bowling...but the only thing fast about that was ..the rate at which the other team scored...so..in order to keep my place in the team..n not been thrown out like saurav ganguly..i decided to be a real gud feilder..n become the jhonty rhodes of my colony...(for those of u who've only played kabbaddi n kanche...jhonty rhodes was the best feilder of all time)...so...with me diving around in the rough ground(i wish our colony park was as lush as the eden gardens)...scrathes n bruises were a routine affair...and at times....a fracture

Another interseting obervation that i made during those days was...that seeing a white plaster on one's arm...tended to wake up the mf hussain or the superstar inside everyone who came across...everyone was queuing up for giving his autogragh or drwaing some strange figures..making my hand look like a 2 yr old's drwaing book...though some messeges were interesting too...like this one from my didi..."now ur arm matches your head...CRACK!!"
And when i was annoyed at hand being turned into a canvas...i wud say..in true sunny deol accent...yeh dhaai kilo ka haath jab kisi pe padhta hai...to woh uth ta nahi..uth jaaata hai

Thankfully...my love for jhonty rhodes and his feilding skills faded away with time...and i've managed to remain in one peiece since then...but today is 2nd oct..few more hours still to go...so i better watch my step

As i listen to hotel california for the 7 time in a row.....i'm thinking about the million things that a masoom-bachha-jiski-family-use-akela-chhod-ke-out-of-station-gayi-hai has to do...like..i've cleaned my room..made breakfast...watered the plants..even filled up the empty water bottles...bhai log...these r no mean achivenments..i deserve a special dushehraa bonus for this

the cleanning-up-of-the-room-bit had to be added to my already packed schedule when i knew dat a frnd wud be coming over...well anyone who has lived in a boy's hostel...home...can imagine how beautiful a guy's room can get when mom is not around...but..all my efforts were broomed away when she called up saying that she won't be comimg...i wanted to yell at her that..tu pehle nahi bata sakti thi...faaltu main saari safaai karwaa di...but then i imagined the mera-raja-beta look on mom's face when she finds my room not looking like being struck by a tornado...so the idea of yelling at my frnd was drpopped... and i just said...no probs...we'll catch up some other time.. thinking that mom wont faint this time when she comes back from an outing...

Also my hearts goes out to all the housewives of this world...man..they have real guts to get up early each day...and attend...the dhoodh wala..the newpapaer wala..the maid..aur pata nai kaun kaun...i failed to wake up for all of them yesterday...why the hell they have to come so early in the morning...dat 2 on a holiday...things were no better today....i don have a clue when the dhhodwala came n went...the maid(with a deadly look on her face) told me that she'd been waiting for 15 min as i opened the door for her with a big yawn...mummy...jaldi wapis aao