Life,Shife Tey Cornetto Khana

As I walk down the street, I see numerous eyes boring towards me, in an almost hate inciting manner. Men, with unkempt matted hair and bloodshot eyes, women with a slight sneer and noses flared in the not cute way. Even little children seemed to hate me, as they looked at me with the looks reserved for the uncle who takes away your ball when you break his window. I quickened my pace and kept walking, with admittedly a creepy little feeling right at the back of my neck, ignoring the sudden cold I felt. Damn! This bad phase was getting to me. Just yesterday I had a mock paper for an entrance exam I will be taking with lakhs of other students sometime next year. I still couldn’t remember my result and not suppress the feeling to throw up. Like all those moments, I start seeing flashes. The whirring of the fan as I read “Saransh Sharma, All India Rank 68”. The not-good enough look on my parents’ face, the slightly pale but reminiscent of the original white color tiles of the floor as my professor hurled his sarcastic comments, everything.

As I reached the odd looking shop and smiled at Jagran Chacha, he appeared to be in a bright mood. Here’s why it was fishy. Jagran Chacha was infamous for his grouchy expressions as he read the Dainik Jagran editorials perennially. He last smiled during the monsoons of 2010 when apparently his village had been nominated for a development award. I plonked three moldy 10 rupee notes on his table and wordlessly picked up my Ice-cream. That’s one thing I loved as a regular customer! Every afternoon at 1.30 my double chocolate Cornetto awaited me at Chacha’s shop. The small talk with Chotu and Chacha, was admittedly not the day’s highlight, but yes, it did figure into my daily dose of indulgence. Ironically, I decided to forgo today the one thing that I needed the most, an off chit-chat.

As I stood outside the shop and took a bite, I wondered about my precarious decisions and the mess that I know called life. One of my friends had once postulated “If you’re sorted right now, it just means God’s planning some mischief, Satan-style”. Strange isn’t it? Life suddenly changes paths without a warning, everything loses order or sense and you descend into chaos. That’s what was happening to me. I had potently decided that I needed to take some bold steps to curb my problems. Giving up on the supposed vices of teenage life was a priority. My sister already laid claim to my cell phone, and social networks were to be closed at the click of a button. Sorting and planning were my buzz words for the day as I miserably started off with the waffle of the cone. I don’t know why, but ice-cream, especially a Cornetto always brings me to my senses. Once I actually sat down to find the reason behind it. I even tried to interpret some deep meaning behind the melting of the soft chocolate flavored disk and I reached a sensible conclusion which read “If it’s hot, it’ll melt you dummy!” So I let it be.

Biting into the bottom half of the cone, I saw an uncanny scene. Right across the road, a small little boy, perhaps the age of three or four, the rags made him look older though, was walking. An insignificant empty can sat right in the middle of his path. The boy stopped in his tracks, and with eyes full of snide yet innocent curiosity, began examining it. He prodded it with small squishy fingers, stared at the nearly gone label and measured its size. Perhaps it was a religious thing or maybe an odd fixation, but he wasn’t going on further, as if the can was stopping him. Seemingly seeing no alternative, he did what most of us do to feel good; he started crying. He cried et he wailed, but the can didn’t move. How was the young child to know that like most people today, metallic cans too didn’t have hearts that melt at the sight of someone else’s anguish. Just as I bit into the best yet unfortunately the last bit of the cone, I saw the child wipe his snotty nose of his rag like clothes and angrily stand up. If I had not known better, I would have thought it to be the angry young man look of Bollywood. He raised his leg, and in perfect arc, swung it with force towards the can and kicked it straight across the road where it rolled over to God knows where. With a smile, the kid walked on.

I hastily wiped my spectacles to remove the oily, sweat smudge. As I put them back on, everything seemed to change. The bloodshot eyes stare seemed to be more of a stranger’s courteous acknowledgement than hate. The woman’s flared nose as she bargained with Jagran Chacha over something seemed cute again and Chacha’s grouchy expression was back. The kids were giggling at me and my slightly displaced look. As I exited the shop, the afternoon seemed brighter and so did my mood. I wondered why I was thinking so oddly. Maybe, it was the spectacle’s smudge or perhaps the ice-cream. I’ll never know, but the best part is, I don’t want to know.


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Debugging Life (Rebooted)

NOTE: This Blog Was Written For IndiBlogger’s #SoakNoMore Contest . As For The Title, This Post Is A Continuation Of An Earlier Post Titled Debugging Life

Sometimes, all that happens in life is that it comes to a standstill. Call it perfection or a delusional period bordering on mental imbalance, that moment is something which we all have different perceptions about. Some cherish it as a beloved memory which becomes a riveting aspect in their life while some simply embrace or rather disregard it as a dark phase which destroys them completely. I call it a moment when we simply decide to soak no more.
Life is an extraordinary fairy tale with its own twists and turns which may lead us to the beautiful wide windows of happiness or to the gallows of sadness and depression. We may be dipped into the hot scalding oils of anger and invariable revenge but we may also be thrown into the limitless sky of unyielding joy. Still, there are numerous times when we feel ki kaash life was like an iPod; bundled with its own play, pause, fast forward and rewind buttons. Just a small of any of them could control time, where in everything was in our hands and still under control.
As a sane member of the Homo Sapiens species, I have had this weird little observation.  We always tend to ruin our happy moments just by imagining it to be temporary. Funny, isn’t it? We always consider the joyful happy period to be a temporary enigma which shall be broken to bring a sad time. Although we have no concrete reasoning to back this, it’s just that gut feeling all of us have( or as the filmy way goes, “Mera Dil Kehta Hai”). I happened to be discussing this with one of my uncles. Here in, one of my uncles made a brilliant point which is relevant here (Fair bit of warning though, he was from an engineering background so kindly ignore the geekiness behind it). He said that life is like a Sine graph. You go up and then you go down and then up again. However, it is important to realise that when you are at the downward/negative amplitude( i.e. at the worst possible moment), you just have to keep hope that everything is going to be great because from that moment onwards, your life graph is just going to rise. So, at that particular moment, when everything seems down and out, simply put on your headphones, turn up the music and shut out the idiosyncrasies of life. I know this sounds all hunky-dory and presumptuously optimistic. But at the end of the day, all of us have that nifty little way to sort ourselves out. But whatever your method maybe, always keeps in mind the biggest secret of this universe; “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.”
 I recently learnt that deciding to shut out life’s nonsense and loving its tiny but pretty little details makes it easy to scale the graph. I don’t say that everything will be worth celebrating in a second, but it definitely won’t be worth being sad also.

Debugging Life (Rebooted)

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Meri Aankhon Se Dekho a.k.a. Perspective

“The Himalayas are to the north”. This statement is a perfectly correct statement to anyone living to the south of the World’s highest mountain range. But, it is equally baffling for a Russian or a Chinese. Vice-versa if it reads “The Himalayas are to the south”. Is either of the parties wrong? No, the answer is that Perspective is the winner.
Meri Aankhon Se Dekho a.k.a. Perspective
The clichéd story about how a man without slippers stops whining when he meets a man with amputated legs is pretty common. I agree that it’s extremely idealistic of me to preach the “Step into someone else’s shoes” philosophy and I don’t advocate it. All I wish to point out is that any situation we face is simply defeat able by perspective. I personally learned this myslf, passing through some very idiosyncratic phases which were in consideration, serious but not as much as I considered them to be. What I learnt is that everything and anything requires time which under a veil is simply nothing but perspective. A passé Bollywood song had the lyric
“Karlo jo bhi karna hai
Hota hai jo hona hai
Guzara jo pal yeh fhir na aayega….
Kya bura hai kya bhala hai?
Waqt hi shayad khuda hai
Ho jane do phir,dekha jayega….”
This in a sense brings out the view point based on the extensive varsity and length of time. I remember my friend telling me (when I had done really badly in an exam), with an extremely annoyed look, “Dude, in your life you live for 6 Lakh hours; and you are sad because you messed up for three of them? Really?”. The bullet remains that sometimes, it’s just a new angle or a change in POV is all we need to resume our erstwhile depleting life.
Another example too stems from the phases I mentioned earlier. In a typical Indian drama, I was counselled by numerous family members, career counsellors and believe it or not, a psychiatrist. Here in, one of my uncles made a brilliant point which is relevant here ( Fair bit of warning though, he was from an engineering background so kindly ignore the geekiness behind it). He said that life is like a Sine graph. You go up and then you go down and then up again. However, it is important to realise that when you are at the downward/negative amplitude( i.e. at the worst possible moment), you just have to keep hope that everything is going to be great because from that moment onwards, your life graph is just going to rise.
So, sometimes, life is all about perspective (or the Hindi colloquial “Nazaariya”). To sum up this rather optimistically driven post, I quote myself (rather uncanny of me to actually even come up with one), “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.”

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Debugging Life

Exemplary problems are always a part of someone’s lives. never will you find a person devoid of a problem(and if by an odd chance you find one, the person will be devoid him/herself).at many crossroads of life, we find ourselves in situations when some of those slow beats wale Bollywood tracks play in the background and those cryptic lyrics make sense. That’s the time when we need to debug our life.


Life is an extraordinary fairy tale with its own twists and turns which may lead us to the beautiful wide windows of happiness or to the gallows of sadness and depression. We may be dipped into the hot scalding oils of anger and invariable revenge but we may also be thrown into the limitless sky of unyielding joy. Still, there are numerous times when we feel ki kaash life was like an iPod; bundled with its own play, pause, fast forward and rewind buttons. Just a small of any of them could control time, where in everything was in our hands and still under control. But unfortunately this concept shall always remain a fantasy (unless Dr. Sheldon Cooper succeeds).

So at such unpredictable moments, what do we do? Do we give up and lose hope? no we stand up, throw a few punches at life and say,” you can’t beat me punk!” I know it is easy to say so and damn tough to apply and follow. Recently I myself went throw one of such moments and I admitted defeat. But as I recover, I have learnt the importance of being in control of ourselves. A simple mantra to do this was once told to me by a friend and later on by my parents. It goes like this: “In life, you will always come across a number of hurdles which will deter your vision of your goal; but don’t lose hope and carry on with your life because your manzil will not be as far from you as it seems.” And believe me when I say, achieving that one dream which you have always pined for is worth the entire wait and hurdles in the world.

Coming back to the topic at hand, each one of us has our own debugging method. Some write, some sit and think, some tune into music and some sleep. I personally love to sit by my favourite window with my favourite music playing on my iPod. But whatever your method maybe, always keeps in mind the biggest secret of this universe; “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.

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