Killer Drive

'Sher sunne me maza ata hai, sher sunane me maza ata hai

par jab asli sher samne ata hai, aage se dettol peechhe se burnol nikal ata hai'

This was my first driving experience. In the middle of a crowdy road, with vehicles in the range of bullock carts to trucks, Monika di stopped the car and said, " I am tired, now you drive". Both excited and nervous, I took my seat and took 7 minutes to cover the first 3 meters. My heartbeats were loud enough for me to ignore all the horns around. Monika di was teaching me on the principle that when you can not afford to do mistakes, you don't. In the next few hours of driving, I had already banged a car parked next to mine and had fixed a puncture. Whatever, I can drive a car also now. :)

P.S. Please do not drive a car if you do not have a license, I had got mine 4 years back ;)

Frustrated Father

Gujju sent this one, I loved it:

The last defensive sentence of a frustrated father fighting with his son…”Better I should have wasted you in the bathroom” ;)

Congress Unites Hearts

I read this on the posters of our dearest Congress party with the cute pic of our own Rahul Gandhi: ‘Jati or Dharm bhool kar sab ko ek hona hai’. I was wondering if this is the reason why they are allowing mass conversion to Christianity in most of our Eastern states. Or this may be the reason why they have restricted many schools from doing Saraswati Vandana, this way they will surely forget their religion. Hails Congress !!!

Auspicious B'day :)

Kavadiyas in Saffron

This was the first time my b’day coincided with Shivaratri. And Meerut proved to be the best place to be in on this day. Thousands of Kaavadiyas, all in saffron, who had been walking for past several days, bringing holy water of ganges on foot from Rishikesh offered it to Shiva in various temples. The kaavads, in which they carry the water are not put on the ground since they start walking.  Meerut roared with the sound of Har Har Bam Bam. The roads which were blocked for them to pass were finally open.

Amongst all this started my day, after attending calls till 2 last night, the first call being my Mom’s. J Two hours of Sadhana followed by Rudra Puja chanting were the perfect start. I had planned to make Banana Caramel for the whole big family I am living with and went out to get the ingredients. But it turned out to be a 2 hour adventure ride because no one in Meerut knew what is Cocoa powder and they kept showing me some white powder instead which was I guess was coconut powder. And when I used to ask anyone where I would get it, they would tell me a place which was no good because the accent here is such that you can only guess what they are saying by matching the words they speak with the closest ones you have in your dictionary. Anyways finally I found it at a shop and the result was worth. It was yum, I served it with a big scoop of vanilla ice-cream.   

After this was our follow up (another adventure due to some venue issues :P), I did long Kriya after almost 40 days. The guard of our venue said that the electricity could go off any minute and we did not have batteries. And the power went off right when the Kriya was over :). As I opened my eyes, I had my b’day cake in front of me which Monika didi had brought. She is a lovely lady and is superb in managing hundreds of things along with the toughest of them, Shraddha, her daughter. We celebrated and they did everything to me that reminded me of my wing in the hostel. B’day bums were special. They asked my age and bounced me up in the air 22 times. I was remembering our Swami Ji in Ashram who is 101 yrs old ;). From there, Shubham took me to Abu Lane where he bought me my b’day gift :).

P.S. I received my first international b'day wish on my phone ;).

 

The Teenage Romance ;)

“I love you” I told her, totally confident that this time even Amul Ghee cannot match the purity of the feelings I have. This was the third time I was feeling exactly the same for someone (all 3 being girls), but the first time I had proposed. The interesting part was that she was almost a generation elder to me. But this fact was so ignorable to me that whenever she reminded this to me, my answer was,” Don’t change the topic” ;). Anyways, the masala started when in her reply she told me that she was committed. This also sounded completely nonsense to me, though in the town I belong to, people have babies in her age.

How could I give up so easily? The combination of the inspiration I got from the zillions of Bollywood movies I had watched and the persistence I had got from solving the physics problems overnight in Kota was deadly. Fortunately or unfortunately she never stopped calling me and every time she called, I would tell her how I could free her from her silly commitment. Once I felt that I almost convinced her with the Dil Chahta Hai story in which Aamir knocks down Preity’s fiancé and then even the fiancé’s family tells her to go with Aamir ;).

This lasted for over a year when finally I gave up and desperately wanted to come out of this. That was the time when I understood the importance of having a Guru in my life. Where all break-ups in hindi movies are followed by anger, frustration, depression, suicide or making the hero too serious and boring, my story concluded making me funnier, more grateful and a better person to be with. Life without my Guru was awesome, but when He entered, I started living it. :)

Starting Note

Several fancy titles started popping up from every nook and corner of my mind as soon as I decided to start my blog today morning after my Sadhana and Breakfast without Bath (BwB). But like always, I ended up making fun of all them, and finally concluded with (or started with) 'No Comments'. Those who have ever had a conversation with me will understand the title of my blog at once ;).
My posts will be starting soon. Keep checking.

P.S.: No Comments surely does not encourage you to refrain from putting your comments on the posts :).

Love
Jai Gurudev
Ankur