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Its Janamaashtmi today. And for some mysterious reasons, this day is always cheering for me. Maybe its due to the festive spirit, those wonderful songs - 'mach gaya shor saari nagri re..' et al.And yeah, theres this definite rain on this day...its so amazing that it rains for sure on this particular day...its just like Christmas snow. or whatever. But I am really peppy ans joyed. On this one(like always) my family(except me) is keeping a fast. So, I ve to go and get 'paneer' and sweets. You see, it all is so good and pious and festive.

I take a walk to the 'mithaiwala', and there is a great mood in streets as well.

Alls good.

Its eight and we sit in drawing room, watching TV. I come and join my family. There is some news channel thats broadcasting two different events - both are janmaashtmi celebrations...just the difference...Salman Khan is star-casting in one(promoting Dabang) and Akshay Kumar in the other(promoting himself). Background is all about how "munni badnaam hui".

"whats all this crap?",says me. "Give me the remote"..takes it.

Change - Same.

Change - almost the same, just the difference - a golden wrapped Sukwinder singh is all gung ho over 'jai ho'

Change - wow, Harbhajan Singh too is featuring in Salman Khan's promote-my-movie-with-whoever-and-where-ever-i-am..

"Goddam these news channels".

My mom snatches the remote. "Astha par dekho, vrandvan ki janmaashtmi aa rahi hogi"

Change to aastha - Sorry mumma, its some politician attending some celebration, yeah this is more close to bhagwan-ki-bud'day-party..

change to something like aastha channel - some young kurta singing some bhajan sounding 'love me baby love me'...

"I am outta here", says me again.And I am outta there.

Strolling on my roof, I am all heads about how we have commercialized religion, faith and even ourselves.

Theres always a sales-strategy behind every thing in our reach. Anything we think we should understand comes with an advertisement.

I dont want to know the reasons, but I contemplate to myself that we never ever try to ask just one simple question to ourselves - "What is the point?"

After all said and done, for some abstruse and unknown reason, I look upwards, smiles and says(dont know to whom) - "I know you must be having a good laugh over all this down here !"

MMS(ecretory)

Secretory to MMS : Sir, Obama will be coming in September.

MMS : What? Have they caught him ?

Sec (frowns) : No, Sir. I said Obama not Osama.

MMS : Yes, I know US president. I met Mr. Osama in G3 summit. What I am asking is, Have they caught that obama?

Sec(completely blown out): Ummm, Sir. Obama is the president. Osama is the terrorist.

MMs : Really? Then I had dinner at white house with a terrorist. Damm those americans. They think they are so smart and the guys been hiding in

their president's crib. I must call em at once. (picks up the receiver) Hello, connect me to US!

Sec : Ahh. Sir. That is to the pilots cabin. We are on the plane, remember?

And sir, Obama is the president and you had dinner with him.

MMS (confused) : O hho. These goras must get a good accent. He called himself AUAAMA(tries the accent,pathetically)..So much for their fake accent.

anyways, I am hungry. Get me a happy meal.

Sec : Sir, we are on a plane...to germany...

MMS : Oh yes. But....what went wrong them, did we beat them in football..

Sec : Sir..We dont play football....

MMS : Is it so, even after that 'chak de india'...I loved amitabh's role..u know the way he teaches those dislexic players...and all..it was all

so scientific n complicated...frankly,I didnt get the ending of that movie..

Sec (deep sighs) : yes sir, even I didnt...

MMS : So, wheres my happy meal?

Sec (wishes now that he had a shotgun) : Sir, you had it twenty minutes earlier.

MMS : Really, oh. I am sorry then, I must go for a walk then. (gets up)

Sec (for the love of god,somebody just tell me the name of the person who made him the PM) : Sir, we are on our way to berlin...We are on the

plane....

MMs : Ha Ha..ofcourse ofcourse...I was just testing you. You are good, good. See, thats why you are my bodyguard..And when will we reach

france...caz I cant wait to see the Big Ben first thing..and you know th......

(thats all folks,MMS returns sson)

P n P

Its been loong......despite the respite..lets put all that behind. Rock n roll.

Its been after so many tried-in-vain efforts that I am finally writing this. For several times, I wrote something deleted something(wow, thats two past in one sentence, Is it correct?).

Then I switched to Guy Richie movies and then by absurd turn of irregularities got into 90s melodramatic bollywood music. Its really surprising how things get to you, only you get into the free flow. Just say yes to them, and eventually it'll end up good.

What I learned from all this was a simple aspect of life that I should call as "measuring-me".

To begin with, let me just be clear that its completely not-logical and hypothetical philosophy, anyone not interested, kindly dont proceed further. Its just my take on how to interpret things.

What I feel is that we, as social beings develop lots of prejudices. [ sidenote - In my opinion. "pride & prejudices" is one of the best phrases ] That is to say, we hear a lot and see a lot from everyone.

And then again, being in materialistic society, we do deal with things that are very bland in their own nature. Everything is eventually a combination of mass and energy in the physics.

Things are just things. They dont have any values and there is no standard ISO 9000 to this. What I intend to say is that we give value to things, we associate our tastes, likes, dislikes to them. And by that association comes the division, into the classes, into the society and into the psychology(of human race).

Thus we label things. Make them more than just things and measure our selves to things.So, If I happen to like Linkin Park, what I am doing is setting my standards of liking to Linkin Park itself. In a way I am measuring myself(or my likes) to a particular 'thing'. Same but in different tones goes to our other emotions as well. Here we make them more than just things.

And with this comes complexity.

Of limiting ourselves into the binds, of following a trend. When many likes one thing, many more will like it too. This goes to the inability of expressing our own choices and thus failing to develop an opinion of our own. That is one reason that we lack passion, because we never had a taste of our own, it was always borrowed. So, when I saw a crappy movie which was stupid by every(ones') standard, but still enjoyed it, I could not come to like it. But, I knew before the interval that GODFATHER is one of my favorites(eventhough it might end with Mike opening the corleonne saloon).

So, my opinion. Everything is born out of effort and energy. Just try to appreciate it. More towards the things that you dislike now. This might broaden our vision to see world. And if we fail to do so, accept that as a combination of one's lack of perception and interest. I am not saying that we should praise everything, I am just saying that before coming to the prejudices, have your pride measure it up against you and then have an opinion(that too out of respect). Because your ego is the only thing thats not yours.

and yes 90s bollywood rocked evrything from DDLJ to jaan tere naam to dhoom dhadaka. but its true that somethings must be disliked (like shah rukh khan)[balance prevails]

jst (dont) name it

Whats wrong with you.?? Yes, I am asking you. I know you are not here, for the reason being simple enough that it contradicts your self. Yet I am asking - why the hell do you share your share of miseries with the entire web-space of orkut.

theres a broad categorization depending on how weird or stupid ur orkut name can be..

(ONE) on mere philosophical terms -> life is like a river, live like you mean it,Lord please help me help my stupid self, happiness is so happy, take the chances-give me the bournville (okay i made the last one) ...(n the one before that too) but you get the point...moving on

(TWO) on your current status-emotional, psychological, marital(!!), et al ....{i m using name homer to excuse all who pooped this shit on their orkut profiles, heres the samples -> homer!!exam over, homer!!complicated, homer!! kicked in nuts, homer!!punjabi puttar(ha ha,the satire my goodness), homer!! sailing high on life, homer!!back home, homer!!hurray!! i am finally married, homer!!i ll always remember this day, homer!!crack on....poor homer

(THIRD) those who declare themselves that which they seriously can never be{i think orkut is pretty handy there} -> i m cool, mr. X - hot as heater, the dude, champ back on commode, i rule my lunch box etcetra etcetra

(FOURTH) are those who for some reason(that i would never understand) scribble(if its possible there) their names in hashes and slashes, so that it actually takes an anglo manuscript to decode it -> i m extremely srry as i cant give examples to this one, but if must know it looks something like this \;'\\,>><$%^~`!@ (it reads - this guy needs a new name, for all I care)

for further support to the motive presented. heres the link of profile that suggest names for profiles on orkut but better is the list of members -> http://www.orkut.co.in/Main#Community?cmm=62392029

heres the example (i dont know even one of them) so i dont care ....

❝╡ﾶ尺ﾉdu╞▬❞ i miss my old days, ●๋•αккι™ mY lYf WuD sUcK wIdOuT U, 4m dwrka strt... Ank's d gr8...#37, kimig◄◄◄•●→ Memories of Ur Broken promis, _____мѕ. нα[ω]т ¢нσ¢σℓαтє__________________, ╚»ŔŐÚŃĂĶ«╝» мιsS υ (jAaN) ωнη ∂я ιz η0 яєѕη!

now-its getting on my nerves...so ta-da

I dont know whether GOD exists or not.

But religion, for sure, as we know it - does not exists.

George: We're gonna get a little place.

Lennie: Okay, yeah, we're gonna get a little place and w're gonna...

teen(ke liye) patti

so .. leaves do have that effect on you .. more when the flavor milk comes as supplementary..

this time it was JC..lego..dumbhead..and..lemur...

motleyed into the DEV-D kinda theme, they matched the concept of the day.. it was just the psyche of four(three atleast) that made world go black n red, somethin like the "sin-city" with lego n dumbhead on the emergency control mission.. it was no less than a situation where you can say "Houston! we have a problem!!". just the difference.. there was no houston..

somehow..meters equalled kilometers and the axial tilt of earth shifted to no less than 45% SE.. there was no point talkin co-ordinates.. soon lego was dead(atleast that was what dumbhead kept on askin every 3 minutes) and JC kept on forgettin his own jokes .. the laugh ride was all time high..

lemur was somehow a pacifier-kinda-ape(!!).. he convinced dumbhead atleast 213 times that he was still normal..

dumbhead by this time was busy reloading lego..JC busy umm umm doing ....somethin(do all actions have words assigned to them?).. "how the fuck are they playin cricket in this tilted park" .. "yeah man, why s ball not comin to us".."are those two there--gays"..."bhai, tu jim carey hai yaar".."the person you are tryin to reach is unreachable"..."karan, main normal hu na yaar".."did u piss in my glass..nyways I ll still have it.."

then he got it. the packet in pocket. dumbhead n lego had the salt n nimbu..they were now in a car parkin n now comes the food..lots n lots of it.. JC somehow had manufactured a puri-sabji plate..lego was down in a corner and dumbhead was busy mounting his plate with puris till the point where people started suspectin him of smuggling...

next day they all knew about the their respective blackouts but leaves were not gone yet...ice-cream and the effect insinuated..that made it a 2 day hangover(almost)

PS - i shud ve said this earlier, its a reader-specific article..not all will understand.