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I experience I Express

I am in a dilema...to laugh or to pity.

My last two blogs have been quiet expressive about certain happenings in the life. but people are too edgy to know what exactly happened. The people who know what is was are numb. and its not just one incident that made me express myself like this, sometimes things just dont look positive in every shpere of life.

But life has taught me to come out of a situation on my own...never depend on others for your happiness...your sorrows and your joys are self created after an extent. So never blame anyone for a sad life.

Life is full of strange things, if i sit down to write all of them, i am sure you would be tired to read them.

I have found You Again

Happiness....Life.... I have found you again....
because today i am Smiling alone.....

Sorry i left you on a stingy lane....
Why didn't You held me tightly enough

You knew I would go far without you
and you will pull me back out of the blue....

i am Quiet ...my pen has stopped

I am Quiet because I have a lot to say but dont want to

I have stopped penning the thaughts because they could stir the storm.

I never imagined a situation that would leave me mute and cold

With a volcano waiting to erupt...i wish the lava doesnt come out.

Back to School With Sumi

I just encountered a girl who looked like my school mate Sumita, lovingly called . I was really amazed to see the girl with similar hairstyle, walking, dressing...how strange?

I once thaught of calling her...but then imagined...would Sumi have remained since 10 years....then i stopped...but the girl made me embark to the beautiful school days and especially our Trio who used to live in a world of their own. When others were edging towards adolosecnce, we three were the naughtiest childern of the class..but the class never knew what mischiefs we have done...!!!

An innocent face in front of mischevious minds ignorant of the budding love stories around....that we discovered later when we were actually told about them by the friends.....

Missing School. Esp Shilpi and Sumi.

Once Sumi was absent and me and Shilpi were having a tough time without her. It was raining heavly and all the students were out in the badminton court in recess. We just stood on the window pane and started joking about every person that passed by.

There was a senior sardarji who just walked by the window and both of us sang in corus...Sunday ho ya monday......rest u can understand...and the guy looked at us furiously...

We were scared to death....after that every minute we would think that he would come and complain about us to give us a good thrash...we wrote a confession letter where we admitted our mistake and exchanged with each other. I wish that letter could be with me " it was like "Aaj humne ek senior sardarji ko sardarji bol diya...pata nahi iska anjaam kya hoga...mera to jo bhi ho lekin Shilpi ko maar na pare .."

and the moment we read it...we burst out laughing and forgot the fear. Because we had confessed our offence ...What a confession....partners in CRIME!!!

Yet Again After 20 Years

I am a fan of Amir Khan yet again after 20 years when i saw his first movie as an actor i.e "quyamat se quyamat tak". I was really smitten my the boy next door looks and dimpled smile....that was an enough reason at that age to fall for him ....And now after 20 years, I just came across the acumen and brain behind those looks when i saw his directorial début - Taare Zameen Par.

A perfectly sculptured movie, dealing with very sensitive issue. The praise is all for the director who conveyed a message so beautifully and in a manner that every one can understand it. Its not one of those movies that goes as a bouncer above the common people and the director shows how abstract he is.

There is nothing abstract in this movie...every thing is simple and from the heart. I have watched it two times and can actually relate to the situation when I used to be a tutor in my second year of college for a 6 year old boy studying in KG class. He had the same problem... his name is Lokesh but we call him Mannu fondly.

really I could make it out…writing opposite alphabets, confusion in letters, writing different spellings for a single word....he couldn’t even write his name....used to write all upside down.... I used to be patient with him…but sometimes it was really frustrating and i am ashamed to say that I even used to slap him.

Poor boy....must have been going through hell....I taught him for 2 odd months and them surrendered.... it was really impossible to keep your calm while teaching him....and i doubt he could survive in that class....... I hope he is doing well now and his problem has been identified.

And wish that many other people like me would have come to know about this problem and have learned the way to deal with it.

Dial 100 for Help

I am quiet used to such incidents and ofcourse my readers would have been used to it as well. Guess what would have happened? Right..a lesson again on thr road for a misbehaving man - a Rikshaw Wala. I wont go in details as it is almost monotonous to talk about the same things again and again. Just a quick snapshot...

Got a Rikshaw to the metro sation and gave a Rs. 10 note to the rikshaw wala...but he returned it saying "15 rupees dena parega..."

I insisted him to be in his limits while speaking and mind his tone. But you know some people just dont understand..i took the note and walked away...he yellled "aye...ladki mere paise lekar bhag gai..." i came back to warn him that if he coudlnt control his tongue i will dial 100. he said.."haan to karona...hum koi darte hain ka".....

Most of us use this as a threat...he wouldn't have imagined...that i would dial it actually...yes i dialed it and the crowd around began convincing me to leave the "poor man". The policemen asked me the exact place to send the van...but i settled the issue by asking for an apology by the rikshaw wala and let him go.

So just dont say...actually dial 100...it really works.