Of train jouneys,mom and Jagjit Singh

Its high time Laluji decided to award me with a "sone ka kullad" (for all those south Indian bros and sisters a "kullad" is small clay pot) for the revenues that i am generating with my travelling from Bangalore to Chennai and chennai to bangalore.The whole of last week I travelled up and down met strange people on my journey .With some I was able to strike serious conversation and to the others I escaped giving them wrong impressions about me , like the old man sittin near me in the 3 rd class compartment of the train nearly believed that I am an automobile engineer from UK and the sophisticated bag that i was carrying was filled with pounds.On the whole it has been tiring and to flaunt around with a "bechara" look i sport a beard now.

Well the main reason for my exhaustive travelling was my mom.She being unwell and so i rushed from Bangalore to chennai just to meet her in pure "Kabhi kushi kabhi Gham" way .SRK style,I mean; only to be greeted by the auto walas of chennai and thanks to chennai bandh these drivers were talking to me in English and asking money in dollars and pounds.Its tough being an IT professional on the finanacial front especially if you are just a simple science graduate.

1) The whole world from your GF to the milk man to the land Lord thinks that you hold so much cash that even the flush of ur toilet is filled with "noto ki gadi".In other words "smuggler samajhte hain yaar IT walo ko "

2) The unearthly timings of this profession-I have forgotten the dates and what time of the day is it and when;I wish the Americans "good morning" when its our night and "good night" when its our day .I write my date of birth in mm/dd/yy format only to be mocked by my friends as NRI mohit.

So, similar to SRK getting down from his helicopter and running on the magnificent lawn of his home I was running fom general wards to ICU looking for my mom in the hospital and yes if ur imagining me in the same manner pls go ahead an do so as i dint get a minute to change my formal wear and yes my formal wear includes a BLACK TIE.

Now these ladies' wards and the these ladies' ailments can be very tricky.As i run through the corridors, the cries of the small babies echo into my ears and to complement this conflict of thoughts that errupted; is the expected stares that the nurses give to a young man like me in suit and boot thinking I am the father of some crying baby in the hospital and a jawan mard to a jawan lady, the only words that didn't drop into my ever alert ears were "mubarak ho aap ko ladaki paida hui he" and even in a moment of imagination if it had happened , the confusion I was in i would have fallen on my kness with joy only to realise that " arey yar abhi toh meri shaadi bhi nahi hui hain"

However I find my mom in the best of health chatting with the nurse and offering the aaya tips about cleaniness.Now here is a perfect lady who has the so called "tarika" in doing each an everything at home .No matter how perfect she is ,she has a contradictory character at home and that is my sister.As the week progressed ,it became tough to manage 15 hrs of work and trips to hospital in chennai.Now, overnight stays in hospital can be very traumatic and strenuous for people who cannot adjust.Well, I never faced probs with the adjusting part but like always I faced problems with my strong sense of old memories.The stay became more and more traumatic as i found myself in the same position as I was a year ago and this time it was worse the only person who was my strength at that time was now herself unconscious.The worst part is you cannot pour out your emotions to anyone in this zalim duniya cause then u start falling back on them and become weak and end up in a mess if the same person becomes dis-trustful.The other person might have his own reason but then one cant fight the feeling of "being used" .

Anyways bahut ho gaya emotion ka dose, All this has helped to transform me into a Sundar Susheel Ladki ready for marriage.Now dont jump to conclusions,it was not me who underwent any secret operation(SICK MINDS U PPL HAVE)It was my mother, I am just trying to say that it has been a great experience serving mom,right from the first day after operation when i started feeding her till date when i put an arm around her to bring her to sit.I now know that its tough being a woman and I now know how much my mother would have served my dad.For some reason this post is turning out to be more sentimental than i expected. Aab to man kara raha hain ki aasu ka waterfall banadu.For all those jhatka type girls if ur thinking that u can catch hold of me just cos i can wash clothes and vessels and can do anything what a "Bhartiya Nari" can do then take a chill pill and relax cos I aint making a mistake.

To inject more emotions to my veins I have suddenly started listening to Mehndi Hassan and Jagjit Singh again.For all those guys/girls who put up this fake mask and show as if they like Iron Maiden and Deep Purple and other metal bands,chill and try doing some bhangra now and then,it might remind you of your roots.I mean, the genre of music one listens is directly proportional to the person's liking towards it.One can't listen to Rock and metal just cos one likes being the so called "SO COOL DUDE!!!".Recently,I had one of my friends very impressively remarking about my interest in western music but then i dont consider it cool anyways. for eg look at this lyrics dont they give you a "hi" in emotions or atleast strike a chord with anyone listening to it."yeh daulat bhi lelo ,yeh shoharat bhi lelo ,bhala chinlo mujhse se meri jawaani .... magar mujhko lauta do woh bachpan ki batein woh baraish ka pani woh kagaz ki kasti".Wonderful lyrics.

Well the point I wanted to prove was I listen to music to which i can relate to "aur main sina tok kar kai saktha hu ki main gazal bhi sunata hu".Bolo jagjit sing ki jai"