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