“Hello!! Ghar main koi hain? Itna sanata kyu hain bhai? Saala ek Murruku bas ek murruku aadmi ko blogger bana deta hain”.
It’s ok if you did not understand a word of what I just wrote. Ignore it. I was just saying that it takes one “Murruku”; just one freaking murruku to bring one back to his blog. Who invented this concentric circled, brittle like glass kind of, South Indian snack? Must be some kind of an over enthusiastic, geometry freak from South India.
A lot of water has flown under the bridge since my last post 1.5 yrs back(Uee ma kitna time ho gaya re last post ko!!). I hoped and desired that some of you would have quit following this blog but nahi!!!! Some dear (read hindi word “Dheet”) people keep dawdling to this space and enquire about the coming of a brand new post. Well, so, here it is another new post dedicated especially to the people who genuinely enquired me about this old, cobweb prone blog of mine (ok now, I am serious ... no joking ... I love you guys!!)
For some reason, I had started to wonder if I outgrew my own blog, suddenly none of the thoughts in my previous posts appealed to me and everything seemed immature but then I realized, I have just stopped being happy and lost the fuel to drive this blog. And you know what, no matter what happens; one should never stop doing the things he enjoys though they might not be of one’s first priority. Lesson learnt – “Get back to the things you like doing and find time for them, include them in your busy schedule to keep yourself alive”
Work at office took its toll on me and I ended giving up on a few things that I love dedicating time towards. So, back to the reason that dragged me here; ever felt the noise that a “Murruku” creates in your head when you bite into it? Your whole head is filled with the biting and chewing noise of your teeth grinding into one such murrukku. Over a period of chewing, there arises divinity in this commotion, suddenly you can’t hear a thing of the outside world and your mind reaches a trance like state. If you are having trouble picturing it then perhaps you can imagine your last orgasm; yea, similar state of mind I am talking about here ( you did not expect that, did you ..? LOL) With all the noise in your head and your taste buds busy, you lose control of your thoughts, a zillion pictures flash across your mind and then arrive the epiphanies. Mine was just communicated with a series of logical questions. In an echoing tone, my conscience spoke to me
“Whose cup of tea is “maturity” (mature-tea … PJ!!)?" And I told myself- “Chal chad yaar! The concept of maturity is elusive, there is no such thing. People commit mistakes day in and day out. If the number of mistakes committed by a human being by just not acting his/ her age was a parameter to measure maturity; I guess none of us would clear the bar. We are all prone to commit mistakes that absolutely do not suit our age or experience and there is always someone else who pays for it. That’s how you learn and that’s how the term "learning curve" was invented. Get back to your blog and type what occurs to you first, be it immature. Be it the thoughts of a 10 yr old. No one else around you is mature!” So, now you know from where I get my inspiration : P... It took one murruku to get me back to my blog.
So, I am back in the ring to take another swing and I haven’t changed one bit and though I, now, have my coffee at Starbucks; I still stuff my pockets with namkeen before I leave home. Ek dam desi mentality!! mera bas chale toh har Starbucks ke side pe ek halwai ki dukaan kholu. Kachori, aloo ki subzi aur Starbucks ki capuchinno. Mast rahe ga na?
Oh yes, all the STARBUCKS talk because Infy made another mistake in the recent times (apart from the VISA issues and dwindling growth) they sent me to United States of America to evangelize Indian toilets and preach against the use of tissue papers. Boing!! Since then I haven’t let them down I don’t miss a chance to talk about Indianism at work and tissue paper ka toh namo-nishaan nahin mere bathroom main. :P For the people with humor quotient of Manmohan Sing- I said, I am in US working for a software company.
Nothing has changed in my life apart from my location, I still feel lost career wise and in life generally. And, I am starting to wonder if life will always be so unsettled. I have changed so many houses in past one year that now I don’t even bother to unpack my stuff when I shift to a new place. “Making new friends” was pleasurable thing that I once mentioned on a slam book in school but now, I think that once you cross a certain age, making intimate friends just doesn’t happen easily. You always have a problem or two and just can’t overlook the shortcomings of a friend. Ego plays an important role too. And if it is going to be this way I guess, finding rhythm in this commotion, just like the murruku-eating experience is the key to a peaceful, serene life. I have not yet reached the trance like state, I am yet to start enjoying it but I know, I have taken the first step in finding it.
Ah! Crap again. You can ignore all the profound stuff, I am constantly evolving and all this will sound immature in six month’s time. No wonder the blog has been named “Things that are under the sun” and as Freddie Mercury would say “... And nothing really matters” nothing really matters in the end.
On the play list - Bohemian Rhapsody
It’s ok if you did not understand a word of what I just wrote. Ignore it. I was just saying that it takes one “Murruku”; just one freaking murruku to bring one back to his blog. Who invented this concentric circled, brittle like glass kind of, South Indian snack? Must be some kind of an over enthusiastic, geometry freak from South India.
A lot of water has flown under the bridge since my last post 1.5 yrs back(Uee ma kitna time ho gaya re last post ko!!). I hoped and desired that some of you would have quit following this blog but nahi!!!! Some dear (read hindi word “Dheet”) people keep dawdling to this space and enquire about the coming of a brand new post. Well, so, here it is another new post dedicated especially to the people who genuinely enquired me about this old, cobweb prone blog of mine (ok now, I am serious ... no joking ... I love you guys!!)
For some reason, I had started to wonder if I outgrew my own blog, suddenly none of the thoughts in my previous posts appealed to me and everything seemed immature but then I realized, I have just stopped being happy and lost the fuel to drive this blog. And you know what, no matter what happens; one should never stop doing the things he enjoys though they might not be of one’s first priority. Lesson learnt – “Get back to the things you like doing and find time for them, include them in your busy schedule to keep yourself alive”
Work at office took its toll on me and I ended giving up on a few things that I love dedicating time towards. So, back to the reason that dragged me here; ever felt the noise that a “Murruku” creates in your head when you bite into it? Your whole head is filled with the biting and chewing noise of your teeth grinding into one such murrukku. Over a period of chewing, there arises divinity in this commotion, suddenly you can’t hear a thing of the outside world and your mind reaches a trance like state. If you are having trouble picturing it then perhaps you can imagine your last orgasm; yea, similar state of mind I am talking about here ( you did not expect that, did you ..? LOL) With all the noise in your head and your taste buds busy, you lose control of your thoughts, a zillion pictures flash across your mind and then arrive the epiphanies. Mine was just communicated with a series of logical questions. In an echoing tone, my conscience spoke to me
“Whose cup of tea is “maturity” (mature-tea … PJ!!)?" And I told myself- “Chal chad yaar! The concept of maturity is elusive, there is no such thing. People commit mistakes day in and day out. If the number of mistakes committed by a human being by just not acting his/ her age was a parameter to measure maturity; I guess none of us would clear the bar. We are all prone to commit mistakes that absolutely do not suit our age or experience and there is always someone else who pays for it. That’s how you learn and that’s how the term "learning curve" was invented. Get back to your blog and type what occurs to you first, be it immature. Be it the thoughts of a 10 yr old. No one else around you is mature!” So, now you know from where I get my inspiration : P... It took one murruku to get me back to my blog.
So, I am back in the ring to take another swing and I haven’t changed one bit and though I, now, have my coffee at Starbucks; I still stuff my pockets with namkeen before I leave home. Ek dam desi mentality!! mera bas chale toh har Starbucks ke side pe ek halwai ki dukaan kholu. Kachori, aloo ki subzi aur Starbucks ki capuchinno. Mast rahe ga na?
Oh yes, all the STARBUCKS talk because Infy made another mistake in the recent times (apart from the VISA issues and dwindling growth) they sent me to United States of America to evangelize Indian toilets and preach against the use of tissue papers. Boing!! Since then I haven’t let them down I don’t miss a chance to talk about Indianism at work and tissue paper ka toh namo-nishaan nahin mere bathroom main. :P For the people with humor quotient of Manmohan Sing- I said, I am in US working for a software company.
Nothing has changed in my life apart from my location, I still feel lost career wise and in life generally. And, I am starting to wonder if life will always be so unsettled. I have changed so many houses in past one year that now I don’t even bother to unpack my stuff when I shift to a new place. “Making new friends” was pleasurable thing that I once mentioned on a slam book in school but now, I think that once you cross a certain age, making intimate friends just doesn’t happen easily. You always have a problem or two and just can’t overlook the shortcomings of a friend. Ego plays an important role too. And if it is going to be this way I guess, finding rhythm in this commotion, just like the murruku-eating experience is the key to a peaceful, serene life. I have not yet reached the trance like state, I am yet to start enjoying it but I know, I have taken the first step in finding it.
Ah! Crap again. You can ignore all the profound stuff, I am constantly evolving and all this will sound immature in six month’s time. No wonder the blog has been named “Things that are under the sun” and as Freddie Mercury would say “... And nothing really matters” nothing really matters in the end.
On the play list - Bohemian Rhapsody
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