Bus journeys not this time re..!!!!!!

Its 4 am in chennai an I have just passed the examination of Hosur-se-Kahi-bi-ki journey degree.I can practically get to anywhere in Tamil Nadu from Hosur with out anybody's help ,feels like I have matured into an adult finally.Now this adult feeling has pushed me doing weird things.The last time I visited Sarvanna Bhavan in Chennai I had actually ordered for a Dosa and coffee(true south Indian slice) and helped myself to the nearest table, the thing that I noticed as I took a big bite was my fella eaters had all been 60 yr old uncles and aunties who were happy to see me sharing a table with them.I know the thing that would have made them happy would have been the orthodox,the slow style of my thinking and my old fashioned exercising and getting-up early habit(incidentally their old fashioned attire matched mine).I am sure I would have pushed them too far in making them believe that I am just a younger version of the "GUY NEXT DOOR" of their times.The iyer aunty next to me toh would fallen in love with me if not for my fast eating habits,I would have never escaped her love showering fiasco.I sometimes feel that I am too slow an individual for this fast world.When it comes to changing with changing times I am even slower than the tortoise or the innocent Vajapayee in spilling out his speech.Sometimes in moment of silence and loneliness I just hold my breath to see whether i can commit suicide, that way atleast for being such a slow individual."Aab Kya kare jab yeh duniya hame raas nahi aaya.sauch raha hu ki JUPITER pe me aur Priety Zinta nahi duniya basayege".

Ticketless travels,and unreserved compartments of trains n buses,dinning with the oldies have become my style now.The people with whom I work now are all living from the time of stone age.I mean they are all married and the younger team mates i dont identify with their so called professional jokes.An example of a professional joke

Me:(In a spirited mood ) Hi , today is tuesday na
Teammates:No today is today(peels of laughter)

Me: Hi, wats up(another day)
Teammates :for now we cant see the sky...... fan(peels of laughter)
Team mates:ceiling( roaring laughter)
Teamates: smoke detector(peels of laughter again)
me: bewildered as ever ............

Therefore for this sole reason me and my batch mates have dedicated our lives to our seniors who themselves talk so professional that they might land up with a job in MICROSOFT if Bill Gates had by mistake eavesdropped on their talk.Now the one thing that me and my dost log have understood after being a part of the professional world is that the only way to impress your PMs and the professional looking girls of any company is to talk profession things.

Yesterady,we nearly spat our food out during the lunch break as we laughed our ways to glory.Suddenly my friend notices one of the big shots eating on the neary by table .He struck a professioanl conversation out of the blue.

My friend: (Raising his left eye brow)Did u fill up the DART(dart is filled every monday and it was thrusday ,too late to fill up DART)
Me:Do u mean the "Daily Activity Reporting Tool" and my spectales slid down on my nose in true professional style as I looked at my friend through the gap between the spectales and my forehead.
My freind : oh Yes,How many points did the share market of Mongolia lost yesterady.I have invested a lot in these Mongolians.Though my friend knows that the last progressive individual of the mogolian race had been chengiz Khan ,he still talks non-sense in his so called"hi-fi" English just to impress the girl sitting on a table near by.

Most of the times I am left like the "anath" foothfall which is kicked around by the street kids from one place to another.The older people think I am mature as I spend a lot of time with them and try reflecting their mature feelings but they still dont know wat a kid I have been to my mom asking her permission even to go to the toilet.To add upon all these we might be making a pleasure trip to a hill station near Bangalore.Hope it turns out to be fun.

I just came back from lunch.Now eating a "sabgi of gheeya" and "chane ki dal" over a Govinda's serious movie can be very hazardous to your memory.I have lost all my thoughts that i had for this blog and drifted entirely in a different direction.My adventurous bus journey has become a thing of past,and I have suddenly found direction to my slow and othordox life as I saw Govinda bombarding STAR UTSAV with his "parental-advisory" dialogues and pensive expressions.My grand ma is looking as seroius as the herione of the movie and my mom is back home seeing the re-runs of these 80's style of movies for her time pass and I have found a mate in her in this slow life of mine.

The point is I too would become old some day and the point to be noted Me LORD that one can learn a lot from people older to you.They have this invaluable thing to offer which is other wise called "EXPERIENCE".so "bhai log and aap ki bhen log" can learn a lot from me as I share a major part of life with them. Kya blog hain... chahtha tha likna kuch aur ,likha kuch aur!!!!... anyways stay tuned for the next one !!!!