Hearing impaired,I am deaf to opinions abt me...

It hasn't been a good week at all especially when I try thinking about the impressions that some of my friends and their acquaintances have about me . I mean I do sometimes forget to brush and do sometimes forget to take bath when I keep awake the whole night listening to music and get to office without actually going through the process of "Finishing morning duties" but still I aint that bad a guy eh! and hating some one who occasionally does not comb his hair and does not wipe the discharge off his sleepy eyes is a sin and such persons are given a name in English, “Superficial”, now don't ask me from where I learnt that word, for once I wanna show that I am a graduate.

I guess I am not that bad and so the good thing happened to me yesterday that I got to sit and stare the only solitary comp in my work area which has a gossiping tool called communicator or the messenger which can be used to gossip with fella infocions and occasionally send disturbing, dry, long and boring test scripts and trackers which "going forward"(notice the formal world slang) would be very useful in handling some assignments that are less interesting than writing a 100 page imposition- "I will do my home work regularly".

Now my father wasn't from a tribal race nor my mother a native of Orissa(no offence odisi pp-please don’t burn me alive, I have a dog which will miss me a lot) and so I know a whole lot of things that one can do with a comp other than sit in front of it an stare thinking that the blank screen might open like a real window to display a whole new world of semi conductors.

I immediately looked around and found no one was trying to beat me up and therefore I got myself on the communicator. The blue layout of this messenger soothes me to heights of me imagining myself sitting on a Caribbean beach wearing the brightest shirt and lying on the couch with the most jazzy laptop and Lime mint cooler to sip all thru the day .

My spirits lowered when I found there was only one girl online and then a whole lot of guys whom I wouldn't want to chat even if I the naxalites had me on gun point and forced me to do so. I started a conversation with a batch mate of mine and she showed me what the world is all about ........

An example of how violent, vulgar, insane, insensitive, rude and vicious(kya vocabulary hai yar .. shaabash Mohit) world we live in !!!

Me: Hi "x"(NAME CONCEALED-PRIVACY MATTERS) How’s u long time no see on the messenger …

Ms. X-Before she could answers sends a file to me ,which I open. The file, obviously has a photo of her guy in it

Ms X: The guy in the blue shirt ,on the right hand is my BF.

Me: :) hmmm he's smart ….. nice choice

Ms X: yes he is, remember I sent you a photo earlier too

Now refreshing my memory and recollecting the face of some one else's BF is as boring as seeing Malika Sherawat in chiffon sari add. If she had asked about Kangana Renaut whether I found her cute or not in “Metro” I would have answered her in affirmation with a grin of a man who had been just asked on a date with her. But then something else was stored in for me that evening.After a long session of storming my brain's secret areas I remebered a faded photo with a guy smiling perched on a toilet wall.

Me:oh yes I remeber

Ms X: hmmm...

Me: but this guy looks smart,he looked like a Nepali who had been exempted from not climbing the Everest by his master in that photo…

Ms. X: what ????? - she either dint understand or dint have words to curse me ….

Me: Y were u comparing him with me, y were u disrespecting him by comparing him with me. Smart and not smart are positive and negative words respectively.

Ms X: hmmm I know he is smart but don’t say like that .You are good ……

I had a sudden increase in my self esteem levels.

Ms X: But not as smart as him (her BF)

it was my turn to get surprised. I mean I do know I am not that cute or smart but then this was like telling a crow that no matter what, he looks ok ! but then not as good as the other birds. Crow bhai we sail in the same boat. Well I don’t mind the comment but then somewhere deep inside the stone hearted heart of mine it did give a scratch. After all everybody has some amount of esteem and I had "metro's" songs echoeing in my ears. I guess I have been listening to a lot of "Metro" now.

Me: Hoga .... mujhe kaunsa uske saath Mr.India me compete karna hain .
Ms X: As proud as a peacock.

I am a very hard hearted wicked person. Right from my child hood I have lied so many times and committed so many sins that I don’t deserve life without insult. Or Do I ???

Whatever it is .I was 7 years old when playing hide an seek I barged into the neighbors bathroom and lady in the bathroom supposed to have cried aloud in surprise, a cry fit enough to bring the landlord running down the stairs in his underwear. I consider all these insults as a pay back for that sin .

I paid heavy price for actually making it to a movie on time (ok ok ... I was 10 mins late, no 20 mins late) and then getting insulted in front two mates of hers who were perfect strangers to me and by now would be thinking how insane a guy "Mohit” can be for watching and liking a movie like "Nishabd".

I mean I do agree the movie was slow and some what immoral and I aint a fan or a tube light of immorality. I am strictly against it and would also join the "Nari sangath" in their fight against saving Indian families from immorality.

This friend of mine(female) remarked. How can you like a movie like Nishabd

Me: Nishabd,oh yes something different other than the famous “Hero ki heroine and villain bana joker” stories

My friend: Oh I know you would have gone to see Zia Khan half naked .The moment some woman removes clothes you people run behind it.

I wanted to blurt out

"oye madam I wanted to see Amitabh play kabadi with the policemen in a serious movie like “Nishabd” and see a shy Zia Khan in ghoonghat which covers even her belly "

I mean if I had wanted to see a woman remove her clothes why would I go for a public screening. Being a despo and having a hobby of watching movies are things as different as adultery and adulteration. Now people listening to such comments(this one & previous one)about me might land up making different opinions about me. They might end spreading the rumors and finally the rumor might come back to me. “What goes around always comes back”! Opinions don’t matter to me unless they are of my boss or some one very very very special to me.This I have learnt as I wrote this blog. I may have the opinion that I look similar to Brad Pitt and every other girls' unintentional glance is just cos they are interested in me but in reality it might not be so. They might be looking at my messy hair cut and unshaven look that might even put a beggar to shame. So the point is opinions do not matter to me unless Kylie Minogue herself comes and tell me "Mohit you are a despo, you went to watch Nishabd just for Zia khan & its very true that you have bird brains and cant be smart even if you try" , I shall not listen !!!!!!!!!!!!!