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Dog v/s Donkey

In a seminar which I attended a few days back, which was half educational and half inspirational in nature, the speaker drew an interesting analogy between man and animal.

There are two type of people: There are the dogs, and there are the donkeys.

If you notice dogs, a semi- intelligent creature, when stuck in the middle of a highway with vehicles swooshing by, all confused, they have a tendency to run back and forth. Eventually, baaam, they are hit. Donkeys on the other hand, dumb creatures when sitting in the middle of the same road, wouldn’t budge from their position, come whatever may. A speeding driver knows from a distance that I need to go round it. Result the donkey lives.

Moral of the story, it much better being a donkey than dog. Though the latter is more intelligent than the former, it is the donkey which survives. Make a decision and be a donkey. Stick by your decision.

Now my situation resembles to that of a dog.

Whenever I manage to get my ass down to study….Should I study for CAT, should I be working on the minor project, sessionals and semesters both are approaching, should I study for them…. After contemplating for a few minutes, or sometimes for up to an hour, I bid adios to the books.

I want to be a donkey. I just can’t decide where I want to sit.

Estranged cousin’s wedding: Episode Two:Indora

The journey was uneventful other than the part where the only way to reach indora was by crossing the river in the car!! Yes a river right in the middle of a dirt road.

The driver paused at the bank momentarily, a person sitting behind a pickup truck passing by the car shouted as it crossed the river ” the water is not deep you can cross it in the car”. The driver a sardarji, turned the key and stepped on the gas and in we went. As my mom was all freaked out an the level of the water rose, my sister shouted back “quickly nidhish get the camera”. At one point of time it almost looked like the car wouldn’t make it through but it did. Though it didn’t come out very well I did manage to take a pic with the car in the river.

Indora is a small town in Himachal Pradesh with minimal development. Narrow roads, a population of some 5,000 in an area greater than 50 km in radius. It’s the sort of place you would like to visit when you get sick and tired of the hustle bustle of the city.

Why I love being, not in love.

Being single is not as bad as I thought it would be when I ended relationship with my girlfriend of 2 years. Its actually quite awesome. Reasons

You don’t need to be by the phone 24x7.

You don’t feel ashamed when you swear.

You can be as perverted and cheap as you want to be.

You are free to ogle at hot chics.

You can have friends.

Your telephone bills shrink to near zilch

You miraculously seem to have more money in your pockets these days.

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Estranged cousin’s wedding: Episode One:The Background

Things have never been rosy between my mom and the the younger of my two buas. But the thing hit rock bottom when I was in Kenya along with my dad. It reached a stage where my mom and bua couldn’t be in the same room without heated exchange of words. The best you could expect was a namste ji with a forced smile on both their faces followed by an awkward silence.

The wedding was to take place in Pathankot, and all events including ladies sangeet and saint were to take place in Indora. The sort of place which doesn’t come up on any search results on the web and google earth says that it doesn’t exist.

It was a must for me to go for the wedding as father is not here and the mama has a very significant role to play in the nieces wedding, and if the mama is not present to perform the rites, it’s the responsibility of the son to perform them in his place.

The White Tiger

The White Tiger by Arvind Adiga is by far the piece of fiction I have read in the recent times. Its a story of how a simple village folk transforms into a ruthless murderer and then to a modern day entrepreneur.

Balram in certain ways serves as metaphor for the Delhiites .

Arvind manages to bring out the true character of Delhi. A city which has the ability to corrupt even the most innocent of people. The way balram murders his master, not because he was mistreated or demeaned in any way, but out of sheer desire to move ahead. Much like many people we all know, at least those of us who in Delhi, people who are ready to do whatever it takes to succeed.

A must read.

Contradictions

Today was one of those days when there a lot to be done, but still you don’t have anything to do. There are so many things you want to do, yet you can’t find any you can. The sort of day you want, gets over quickly, yet leaves you saddened when it does.

Contradictions, life is full of them.

All too philosophical, but look around and the world is full of them. A nation hit by the worst drought in decades, with people dying in floods. A man who invented dynamite, instituting the highest honor for promoting peace. A man traitor to one country, hero to another.

It is this nature of life which leaves me bewildered at times. Just one of those days which gets you thinking.

Government hospital: emergency ward

A week back while shifting the cooler stand downstairs id managed to injure the middle finger of my right foot. Though it didn’t hurt much to begin with, my jogging for the past few days (just two to be precise) aggravated the pain to such an extent that I came back limping from yesterdays jog.

I’d thought that i'll visit the doctor the day after, conveniently forgetting that it’s Gandhi Jayanti.

That brings us to today.

In the morning I told my mom that I’ll be visiting the doc for a checkup, just to be reminded that it’s a public holiday today, damn!! It really hurt a great deal and I had to see the doc. Only option, go to the emergency service ward of some, hospital.

I had to go drop my mom to school as she had to take her school kids to some Gandhi mela. Since Deen Dayal Upadhaya Hospital (Govt. run) lies en route, I just went there. I was greeted in the emergency ward with people with people who had been shot in the arm, run over by a car, kid who had cracked his spine in a fall and many with less severe problems(on a relative scale)crying out loud in pain. It was an overwhelming sight, comparable to scenes in Hollywood movies depicting doomsday.

After I got my “parchi” made. I described to the doc what had happened, she wrote down something on the prescription and asked me to show it to the nurse is the room next door. The nurse asked me to lie down on the bed, which from the look of it had catered to many patient with ailments much severe than mine and every one of them had left a mark on it. I guess by that time id gone into a state of Trans of sorts, or else I have never accepted to lie on the bed. She gave me a shot and asked me to go for the x-ray.

The wait outside the radiation room was no less traumatizing.

I finally got film, showed it to the doc, and i was out. Nothing serious just some muscle damage. Can begin jogging in two, three days.

No matter in how much pain you are suffering from, there is always other people suffering a hell lot more than you are.

uneventful life : regaining fitness

It’s been over week since I’ve written. Though I sit down to write almost every day. But whatever I end up writing about, is either too boring to read (even for me!!) or it just repeats what I’ve already written about in the previous posts. That got me thinking “why can’t I talk about something I haven’t written about”. The answer wasn’t very tough to find.

I haven’t been doing much.

So how do I fix it? I’m still working at that. But yes I have made an interesting decision. I want to run for the Delhi half marathon. The last time I took part in it, some two years back, it turned out to be a terrible experience. It took me the entire day to walk the entire stretch, yes walking, taking breaks every five minutes!! I took an oath that day to return to the marathon next year, fighting fit. But I gave last year’s marathon a skip and I’m no fitter today, than I was on that day.

Yesterday came my first attempt in regaining fitness. I took a jog from my place to the college and back, a good eight kilometers. When you are in a car, places seem to be much closer than they really are. Though I did manage to do the entire stretch jogging and walking, I came back home, huffing and puffing with five blisters under my feet. Though it’s been a whole good day my calf muscles still ache as I write this post, I still plan to do five kilometers today (walking only).

Hopefully no more blisters today!