Another Sunday Morning...contd.1

Those,who are not perplexed by this question,are very lucky."sapnon se bhare naina...na neend hai na chaina".same song from the past two hours.A million dollar question " upto what extent one can afford to be honest?"i suppose Bachchan has an answer of it. In the introduction of his autobiography "das dwar se sopan tak" he says"there are so many things in life which are so ugly, which can not be projected as they happened because it will certainly conevey the wrong thing.Authors take the liberty of using fiction for portraying reality and they must be allowed for it."So here onwards i'm going to use fictional names.though, "what's in the name,shit remains the same".i beg your pardon Mr. Shakespeare for screwing up your beautiful quote,but you will also agree that we don't differ in meaning.Should i add a disclaimer"All characters in this work are real and have existence,so any resmblance with any fictional work is just a matter of coincidence and no allegations of copyright violation will be entertained."so many other things are there,have to be taken care of.e.g. people's sentiments.I'm not going to give it a thought,atleast for once and i leave it on every one of you who are part of this journey will take in the same spirit.yaar but it'll become tough for me to track so many characters.it is certainly painstaking task,with my infalliable memory.

Another Sunday Morning...contd.

Whispers...loud whispers...surrounding ...buzzing in the ears...gone are the days...when "WE" was there ...it's turning more towards "I" now...inevitable change...is it!!! yes it is...still remember words of TEENU...whatever kind of person he was is immaterial...he said it very correctly in our induction programme more than four years back..."you come here as boy and girl and move out man and woman"...did not know then...that...so much it takes to be a man ...four years...eight semesters...is this a sufficient introduction... for that time...which appears just another life...just 8 months back i was in college...surrounded by so many characters...why characters...why not more soothing term such as freinds...leaving it for interpretations...will answer...some other time...cofluence of individuals coming from every part of india...at SANGAM.Each of us coming from a different background...with our certain mind-set ...some have undergone a sea-change...some travelled just few yards...choices are what makes what you are...depends on how much you can afford to experiment...Prakhar said someday..."why always we think that there were two paths and we opted for the wrong one!" his answer to his own question" there has been just one path and we had no second choice"...quite a realistic view-point...but too crude to be appreciated...because thinking of another path...irrespectie of it's existence or non-existence...gives certain kind of happiness.Atleast selfishness upto this extent is allowed.Escapist view...i would rather say...not mine, but prakhar's ...escaping from your dreams.someday saiyam commented "what the hell you are doing here, you have no right to let go this thing" after having a glimpse of literary acrobatics of mine ...i replied with the same question "and what the hell do you think,you are doing over here? my dear freind we're getting paid 3o K plus per month for this shitt!!!"
What exactly do we want from our life? damn'it again that non-sense question.Point-blank.is it not the case with most of us!!!

Another Sunday Morning...

10:30 in the morning, door bell rings...now who the hell is this...com'on man...sunday hai yaar...chain se sone kyun nahi dete log....DHOBI...arrey kya bhaiyya...yaar...2 hafte ho gaye ...yaar kuchh tou khyal kiya karo...don't misinterpret ki uske paas kapde pade hue hain ....and he has not returned for 2 weeks....nahi yaar...hume dene hain use...sare P & C over...nayak ke bhi saare khatm ho gaye...pichhle 3 din se wo meri aur main uski shirt pehen ke ja raha hoon...jo humne 3 din pehle utari thi...psychological you see...doosre ke kapde thode kam gande samajh aate hain...ab khud ko sharam aana shuru ho gayi hai...SACH MEIN...gande ho gaye hain kapde yaar...trust me...when i'm saying this...it's another beautiful sundaymorning...haan yaar...morning hi hai...abhi 11:55 a.m. hi hua hai...why sometimes only sunday seems beautiful...kyunki saturday night...jyada hi lambi ho jati hai...aur next day subah uthne ka load nahi hota na.....
"i hate saturday nights...coz this is when people talk sense"
bhatt you are damn right...so many saturday nights...certainly hum bahut hi sensible log hain...atleast from your statement yahi derivation nikalta hai...hamesha kuchh na kuchh hota hai...naya...baat karne ko...this is surprisingly beautiful...yaar us topic pe baat karna bhool gaye..."Is Atheism a religion?"...paradox rah gayi resolve hone se...poor pomy...koi nahi we can wait for him...characters...life is so animated...still so real...