The Wicked Innocence…:-)

The Wicked Innocence…:-)

Besides being such a innocent guy… as much u can say as of a silent chicken till it get drowned… I had some outstanding hobbies which I even dint updated in my Facebook or Orkut profile. I fear if someone copies the same and make their profile more interesting n curious…J I wanted it to be unique, & in turn make me unique…J

Well any second person other than me can easy judge it as a bad habit who really know the dictionary meaning of ‘hobby ‘ & ‘habit’. Well life is much else than wats there in dictionary. As dictionaries cant respond to stimuli or human emotions. The days m talking is when I was of that eligible schooly that I had my papa to comb my noodle hairs n laze up shoe n mom to tuck my shirt tight up belt at right hole. So that everything figured out to be a common school boy. Well sorry for diverting. The reason for this is really pretty straight. I jus wanna carry u to my six plus valuable years from my birth where I was forced to wear shoe and step up daily to the hill pitched school which stood on peak stretching arms to call almost 500 plus such notorious kids like me who rather liked spending time with slipper on ground or preferably nearby roads with a marble or rubber ball in hand that can satisfy all his desires for the day…J.

Now coming to the hidden talent n the mightiest unique hobby I had.. Well by that age we hardly mean the meaning of mobile phone or cell n can any laymen shall hardly find the meaning in any standardized dictionary. That’s y I told dictionaries can’t understand human emotions. It’s obvious that there is always affinity to anyone to interact with any new guy or gal whom they find it interesting. And about me …I was quite interested in people since birth…:). Then.. mobiles were hardly known to world. But we schoolies had some unique way to contact or make anyone disturb. And that talent was not so easy to be masterized. I was one of them who did this job with lot of dedications n predicted unhealthy outcomes.

PEBBLES or SMALL STONES is wat m talking all about. And using it as a weapon is such a marshal kind of art that everyone cant masteries it without taking risk. And I was born bravo…!!!

My home hided at Thousand Five Forty Nine meters from school. So there was enough time for me to dedicate myself n to fertile this hidden talent.. J I spent most of this long time till I reach home in aiming the guys who are around my potential to reach with pebble. And gradually I acquainted so much skills that it became so spiritual that I could make any stranger know… that I was thinking about them by aiming them… J. Quite a crazy hobby. Aiming stones ain’t an easy task. And the risk is if any of the factors like size, mass, frequency, velocity or the direction had a hairline difference also…it was hell enough to cause blunders. And who else can dare to take such a challenge than me…:)

My favorite target was PAVAN…my pal since Class 1. He loved me so much that in class 5 he always use lay his bare fleshy thighs on my thighs n although we occupied first bench of the class. Hmmm quite fleshy he was then. But laying thighs still maintains its misery… Its better to ask him ly through this link in orkut throug this link… http://www.orkut.com/Main#Profile?uid=4101930902882570702 ..If someone is really interested ..he will be happy to explain I suppose… :)

I really plead a sweet sorry for targeting him all the time. It was his crunchy respond after aiming the stones that turned me crazy to throw one more…J whenever we were at leisure we utilized it to max in stonning each other… n funny part was he in turn use to bounce back but ratherly with bad in executing it most of the time… I know he’ll srew me up after reading this but this time his stone wont reach me … m in safer zone J and moreover this is my blog n I can write to my fullest desire to bake him raw... :)

Many a times it we love it but sometimes it went hard wen there was some real visible scratches done by the stone. We not only torched frns or enemies in school but also those unknown guys with whom we had no business to deal with. And some chicks whom we were desperate to talk with. This acted as miscall from a unknown number. It included Radha in class 5 n Jayyu in class 6..those were really some colorful years..!!! so much of blunders but still forgiven. :) . This talent was very useful in holidays too.

When we use to play cricket front of houses… there were countable mango trees with countless mangoes hanging all round. Our main aim was to push the ball into farm n houses n later by proofing same…grab the unripped mangoes. Either stones or broken branches were used as weapons. This really brought some fruit on HOLI festive day. Where no one cud identify the really crook…:) some people even raced with us to catch the culprit. But you know we apart from throwing stones we also played ‘Thief& the Police’ game popularly known as ‘KALLA POLICE’ in which we were trained to save our breath in such conditions…J those bulgy globy busted owners shall never catch us raw. I think the title ‘CATCH ME IF U CAN’ was derived accumulating all such acts ly…:)

The next preferable n everlasting busting I found was I started extending this talent in all the possible directions. This included aiming the vehicle as soon as it passed. As if it’s a do or die final match for India to win the World Cup and it’s the last ball last wicket n last run to complete and runner is running to his opposite end to make his team feel proud of himself and m the one who fielded the ball n now its my duty to kill the stumps ahead and crunch the cup. Everything n everytime it went fine. Until one day the real angry drove his jeep on the road, that separated the bowler n batsmen as equator. We all shed till it made its pass. As usual I picked a relatively medium sized stone n aimed it….. Bang it. It hit the target right on the metal sheet of the seater. It was a jeep that usually had open back. And anything can enter without opening any door. It relativitely made the bigger impact than wat his old engine did. The next moment the driver pushed the brake instead of accelerator. Things got crooked. Everything got silent as if some murder has happened in the next road. Ball rolled in unspecified direction. Everyone started gazing with mouth n eves kept open as if the villain coming out of car during his entry covering all screen in the theatre. He geared back n stepped out n started barking like a mentally retarded dog. Thank god he dint tasted anyone. I always hated injections…J he saw all the faces n I looked timid of all as the culprit rented in me..but I was ain’t had that Hitler expression in my face that anyone can catch me like the BOND caches…J and he ain’t a BOND. One of us looked wicked with his face frankly speaking he was the son of a police guy. Haha…there was fun outside too see him busted and crimpsy me can only hold my breath till he lays his legs back on accelerator. He busted his anger on all but later it went still dramatic when he tried lifting him up into his jeep to take him to police station. But poor guy failed in fulfilling his desires as like every villain fails in fulfilling his desires with heroine in every 80’s movies as he was enough heavy whom could have only carried with this own wish n will. This climax made some long lasting effect on me n controlled me for some times.

But things dint remain same for long time. We all came to high school. We were quite grown up now n hence target was turned to guys plus gals…In colleges it was still interesting. There we had much more interesting unknown peoples to meet. Then it was G+1 for our 10+2 education. The guys out on first floor cud easily target the below floor chicks. It’s a hot topic to discuss that whom all I aimed n how many success I found in that n so I don’t want to include in this…

Well at the end I wud jus like to say is I was born master in aiming stones but the surrounding society ruined me…:)