Dreaming from Mom’s eyes...

The title has nothing to do with what my Mom dreamt about me. She would wake up with a stark and kick me out even if my shadow dares to enter her dream. Though I feel good about myself but my parents don’t have great thoughts of me rather she considers me as a paying guest in my Dad’s house. She dreamt of me to be tall, dark and handsome but almighty decided to structure me completely opposite i.e. dwarf, fair and repulsive. Then she wanted me to be a very famous personality in the society, which I tried but somehow now, famous for all wrong reasons. But the best part is I never been forced by them for excellence because my parents have been quite friendly towards my incompetence and always acknowledged it with big heart. I love them for it.

I am talking about kiddos who are between 5 and teen, who are committed to give their best before millions, willing to beg for votes, embrace failure with utmost grace makes me feel ashamed. I feel disgusted that at this age when I had to be doing something which is quite meaningful is not been crafted in the manner it should be. The grit of small kids, showcasing talent without fear and possession of attitude to work round the clock for achieving someone’s dream with phenomenal consistency is something I implore. These are reality kids born out of reality game shows. They study, they play, they fight, they do whatever they can but they want to ACHEIVE and never try to forfeit from the best. I doubt if those kids really know, what so called “success” is all about or for that matter what they are up to in such a global amphitheatre. What they simply know is to give their superlative and explicate their flair to the nucleus.

I recently off to another blunder on weekends which is called as “Part time MBA”, where I happened to see a video from Harsha Bhogle which happens to talk about Talent and Attitude. He says talent cannot solve your problem but what you do with that talent is all that matters. He went on to give Sachin Tendulkar’s example of playing for nearly 52 continuous days at the age of 14 with mere 2 hrs of break every day and that what he calls "attitude". He says, Sachin didn’t know what he would be after 2 decades but what all he worked upon was on his skills and talent and his attitude towards working hard. This is excellence without corruption. Many people think they have to buy values and attributes, hypnotise attention by making someone feel good, do things which others might feel excellent about you but in the process we forget what we actually want to do also the joy and happiness of achievement when we do it by self. This is not only about Sachin Tendulkar himself, it’s about all talents which I see on television and some do it by their academics who are unseen yet popular in their own rights. This proves that in such a corrupt society and self centric people like us, sheer talent does share good piece of stage where people will be forced to accept the way they are without getting any price.

As I always believe that best part of human’s life is when one is in their “infancy”, we absolutely not concerned about people's thinking, we just do things the way we do with utmost naivety. The point I am trying to make is about the passion of recent kids who fight tremendous competition, try to imbibe excellent values of functioning rigid, though making accessible for all sort of non sense which at their age one should possess is quite dazzling. And they excel to parent’s dream and make them proud in all possible manner.

I deliberately end my thoughts with a condition which directly or indirectly means that I am not a great philosopher or writer. I am not always right , my thoughts may not be correct but I still try myself to be out of confusion so that someone can catch me out. This is just so called ramblings which is quite unidirectional within my brain cells and extremely close to the state of madness. Bye and God bless your soul if at all you happens to read till last word.

Encountering Strangers

This time let me focus my attention from my “life” towards instances which I had come across off late. Following are the two cases which are bright in my thoughts.

Instance 1
I got inside a Cab asking the chauffer to take me to VT Station via Churchgate since I had to drop my colleague halfway. After few kilometres I realised that he is heading directly towards Churchgate and from there it would have been difficult to get back to VT as it would have hit my wallet and time more. I literally yelled at him and calling him insane as it was told well upfront about my destination and how it should be routed. But ignoring all what we said, he claimed that he was told to drop at Churchgate but actually did not mutter much. I was fuming with frustration as I was getting late and was about to miss my train. Ultimately once we reached Churchgate with anger I got down and decided to board another Cab as I had plainly given up on that person. I paid him and it was a shock of my life. As he tried to pacify me, he was stammering and making me understand about what happened. Also I figured out that he was having hearing problem since he was not at all responding to my voice and didn’t even reply to my question about the fare. He was completely passive about the whole incident.
I didn’t know what to do with myself and how to retort because I read such incidents only in my English textbook during my school days. I just walked away and boarded another cab. It’s really strange sometimes with the kind of situations you get into and realise that you could have acted better. Also I was wondering whether he pretended to be one in order to avoid my “Mother-Sister” abuses. If he was truly hearing-impaired then how did he get the licence? Hmmm....Did I get fooled? I don’t like to believe that.....

Moral: When you get inside a cab ensure you check two mandatory sense of organ (i.e. Eyes and Ears) of the person who is responsible to drive.

Instance 2
It was around 8.30 pm in the evening, got down at Bandra Station, waiting for my friend to join me but was expected to be late. I decided to just loiter around and found a canteen to quench my thirst. Doing so, I noticed few beautiful ladies footing next to me were munching ‘Wada Pavs’ with my watering mouth even I sought to have it. My reference out here is to ‘have’ Wada Pav Ok!! Anyways so I asked the Canteen guy to give me Wada Pav as well but he said it is a “Juice Canteen” and for ingestion I will have to go ahead to another eatery. I looked around and people were looking at me as I was bit loud in asking so and I knew I made a ‘popat’ out of myself in front of those attractive chicks. Yea, it’s okay as I am quite used to it. There was another man standing next to me, looked very old and shabby on his sports shoes along with his weird face. He got unimpressed about what had happened. He asked me “Yahaan Kya Wada Pav Milega Kya ? Dikhta nahi sirf Juice bhara pada hai? For a moment I could not understand what that man was up to. I looked at him and I smiled. I asked “Aap kyon bura maan rahe ho,aapki dukaan hai kya ?” and I laughed horribly. He again muttered the same “Wada Pav milega,Wada Pav huh !!” and walked away.
I couldn’t stop myself laughing as I fail to fathom his bloody problem when Canteen guys were courteous to guide me. I finally managed to spot some smiles on those chicks and one actually looked at me saying “That man is mad” and I was like Uday Chopra from Dhoom 1 visualising all that theatrical dreams with that sweet girl. Then I got a call and had to part 

Moral: Next time any gorgeous lady is eating Wadapav infront you and you want to eat as well then please go and ask her where did she get it from. Otherwise you will make a mockery of yourself.