Coming Back to Life

I knew I needed a break and an urgent trip to Goa with a couple of blonde girls the moment I read my previous post. Actually 2 degree temperature freezing me here. So I decided to take a break and am on the last week of a three weeks leave from university. And before you ask, I scrapped that ‘Goa with the blonde girls’ plan. Enough of blondes, you see.

Anyway, now you visualize me spending the break watching movies, sprawled on a couch, with the left hand lazily swooping popcorns off a big plastic bowl and the right hand gripping the keyboard, and I think your visualization captures my plans beautifully. But I also intend to make some meaningful  acts, which compare well with the discovery of fire, Mallika Sherawat and other such things in terms of their impact on mankind. For example, I need to watch my weight now. I mean, little kids are not exactly pointing fingers at me and yelling ‘Look mama, that scaliton!”, but a little bit of physical activity never killed anybody, unless that activity resulted in pissing off Mike Tyson.

And I am reading Shahrukh Khan’s biography these days after watching DON2. In a book store setting where the lady standing to my right was browsing through ‘A brief history of time’ by Stephen Hawking and a guy behind me was reaching out for some book on the Indian economy, it is not very elite to pick up a book about Bollywood.  It’s like picking up the bumper issue of ‘Filmi Kaliyaan’ when the world around you is discussing global warming. But I am liking this book. His obsessive love for Gauri during his younger days as described in the book reminds me of my own feelings for my class III English Grammer  teacher. No wonder I could not focus on the Grammer Lessons she taught and the results can being see even today.

And coming back to the need for a break, (Actually I am in a break for 15 days)  I think I was beginning to lose the clarity of thinking which has been a hallmark of my existence since childhood, besides a need for movies and eating. I was beginning to lose the wisdom to distinguish a thing I can change from what I can not change. For example, I was spending time feeling bad about the fact that I had some irritating people around me instead of understanding that it is a thing I can not change, unless I had a gun, which I don’t. So I have made it into a personal objective to further instill this understanding in my collegelife over the time to come.

And last weekend, I went to Ludhiana for a friend’s cousin’s wedding. Pretty close friend. In fact he is the guy who, during my first sem, introduced me to Babbu Maan’s music videos and other ways to be unpopular with girls. Just to provide another instance, during one of our hostel parties, me and him forced Anand(my roomie) to play "C***T"(Honey Singh) four times in a row which firmly established us as totally rustic in the minds of most of the LPU students with their more delicate tastes in music and art .

But what unsettled me was that this friend, who had a huge disregard for any kind of societal opinions for himself, looked more flustered than a nine year old boy stuck in the backseat of Michael Jackson’s car during his wedding. Some hours before the wedding, he told me ‘I hope I am doing the right thing.’ I looked up from the glass of orange juice ( Note – Another fluid has been replaced with Orange Juice for the purpose of this post ), and said “Bhai, I don’t know if you are doing a right thing or a wrong thing, but you are definitely doing it, because now I have spent my money buying wedding present, and I am not going back for a refund.” So he went ahead with it.

At the ripe age of 23, when I have spent the last few years exploring the maze of human relations using the tried and tested method of personal experience with disastrous consequences, I can only say one thing about marriage – You find out if it was a good decision or a bad one only twenty five years after the wedding, if not more. If you think that’s a pretty intelligent thing I have said, don’t, because I read it somewhere. Mark Twain may be. Appreciate my honesty, now.

Chalo yaar, you don’t expect me to spend my vacations sitting in hostelroom typing away on a laptop. And before I go back, I want to ask you a thing. If you look back at all the comments I have received from you over the last almost 3 years I have been blogging, around ninety percent of them would make my parents feel like they have been blessed with a boy of outstanding qualities. Of course, there have been some who have explained to me in no subtle terms that I should be in cage suspended over the Pacific Ocean. But in my heart, I feel that all of you have been incredibly kind to me over all this time. So this time around, I want you to be more honest and tell me what you don’t like about me. If you feel there is something about me you don’t like, tell me. I don’t promise you that I will attempt to change myself, but I promise you I will attempt to find out where you live and stab you when you are out on your morning walk. Ok chill, seriously, tell me what you hate about me. I won’t kill you. Keep smiling & wish u a blissful new year.