Man.. Made..Money (3M’s)…!!!

Man.. Made..Money (3M’s)…!!!

Prologue

Its been quite long time I had been away from blogs… that’s purely because of some hectic schedule n my idiotic boss who was back of me like a bulldog before a burglar…J Now on eve of my birthday on 9^th June…., I had something more to share with you all… my boss got busted out of project for 2 months n henceforth a celebration of two things for me..Birthday n Independence day J… Let me come back to blog…I am hereby presenting u all a thought that is hidden in all but no one tried to pull it out from heart n put it on ground so that everyone can view it. Here is my small try to mirror out those hidden things to u all through this blog.. Just dig out line by line..U will come to know about wat I am all talking about.

Rs. 1500/- monthly income from papa’s pouch. Age- 18 to 22. Bank Balance=Rs.2000/- Morning Breakfast, Afternoon Lunch , Evening snacks & Night Dinner . This was the daily expenditure structure of our hostel days. No amount in bank nor in monthly income crossed 4 digits. Stretched my legs to cover the distance from hostel to college. Use to survey all possible ways to college to make sure that we atlast chose will be the nearest one and have lots of shade to avoid from sunlight. Some helped themselves to accompany with two wheels without engine along the way to college.

Any mela around the place or exhibition would have stretched it arms to pull us to take new fabrics. Some mid ranged n leveled jeans, T-shirts would made the favor of decorating ourselves for rest of the semester and well enough to catch one’s attention.

That roadside half tea on exam days n midnight teas, juice centres, mirchi stalls at half a km away from hostel.. but it never seemed to be so long… always we had so much to talk in between n so much to think J (certainly not about nation). Every time more than two legs accompanied to all these places.

Those Hostel Annual Days where all 4 years students use to unite in one streamline to make it a successful one. Unity seemed to be that intact that we wud have won second world war also if it happened against our hostel.

There was no people use to go to gym n all. Only few who were really active like me use to go J Some dembles in some room of the hostel bannered itself as a Multi Gym.

Zara zara song of RHTDM sung at some corner of the hostel at late 2.30 am as if he is playing in his wedding. I donno the meaning of playing it at that particular time but still it gave some unanswered peace to thoughts. No rooms got locked any nights. Every room was not well equipped with these personal systems. It was evenly uneven distributed in different rooms. Any single CD that crossed the hostel entrance got severely harassed in no time in all the systems. There was no multiplex in whole city nor AC rooms. No cushioned chairs to make one comfortable. No popcorns in between. But still we watched movies n had more fun. Prepaid calls n saving that prepaid amount and converting it into next month credit gave so much smiles on faces.

Cold or quite warm water to take bath in a common bathroom n common toilet in Queue system and timed In & Out was the early morning stories. No maid to clean the room. No special furniture found in any room. 10X12 made a dwelling place for 2. Weekly cloth washing with a piece of soap n powder in hand ended the job of a dhobi. A OC iron box to press the clothes served the purpose of being clean n neat to college. Every month without fail I use to go home.

This is all about the hostel life. Now lets come to present after 4 years. 5-digit salary n 6 digit bank balance. No need to find any shortcuts to any place. Four wheels of car helped to find the most wider n comfortable way. No need to search any shade. The AC in car gave all chillness u wanted in bright sunlight. No more waiting for any mela. All branded jeans n T-shirts or formals every month shopping with lots of side expenses in big malls hugged the present lifestyle.

Coffee day, Barista etc called to taste its serve. Roadside Pani puri stalls replaced to Pizza huts. Our hostel mates who accompanied to juice centres or mirchi stalls were replaced by girl friends n lovers, fiancées etc. Who always been equipped with a high branded blade to pull out from pocket. But still it dint made any such big difference . Surely 4 years back 10% of such blade wud cause a big financial downthrown for the month. J a big financial crunch…J but somewhere I feel the taste of roadside tea or mirchi seemed to be more rich compared to today’s Coffee day sip or pizza hut’s hot pizzas…. Dono somewhere I felt that difference … I hope u all also might have somewhere experienced it but may not have found time to analyze all these. Thought the distance is more than half a km n I have a car to reach much faster than wat I reached to juice centre b4…but there is no much things to talk which makes to feel that m more slow to reach the shop even with swiftest car than walking. Even though I watched many movies in multiplex it dint gave that pleasure which was there in watching in a ordinary theatre with frns those days under fully packed suffocated rooms.

Thought there are tons of original CDs and branded music systems with home theatre….but no one to switch it ON… L 4 digit monthly paid multi gym awakened early morning but else than thread-mill… no other equipment pulled the attention. As main intension to join the gym is not to build up but to sculpture the overbuilt body and to discover back the body in original shape and alignment.

Travelling in buses turned to flight. But one thing … I still need bus to reach my place…one sad thing is I cant reach back monthly as it was very true on those days. My parents who use to see me in real.. now habituated to see me virtually…. They peep into window as surprised as like they are seeing me for the first time… their expression ll be like their brat who is untrained and sent to fight at borders…its not their mistake…. But the current trend that has ruined the culture n lifestyle had made all these blunders… at the end of the day someone really suffers for all these…!!!

Though there is a home maid n washing machine to clean…but no mood to see weather its really clean or needs any attention. Though there is big enough place to dwell n well cushioned bed with AC… the sleep is missing. Though I have personal system and a laptop but no mood to switch it on. Thought there is everything somewhere I feel I am missing something. I am not getting that pleasure which I got from 4 digit monthly income from papa’s pouch..!!! J

I really wonder sometimes thinking of all these. Do this all make a real difference??? If so then wat exactly it is…n why it is???? From beginning we were all thought that money is the only whole n soul for everything... n it will serve anything n almost everything… but I dono y its not serving me or my inner MYSELF… what, where n why we are missing something..????if anyone can help me to come out of this then I will be thankful to him/her. I hope this question is there in each n every personnel… my small effort is just to give a thought n attach some feathers through this article so that it can fly in many of the system n wake up the slept off thought in each n every human wherever it flies…J

Thanking you all … do take care all my readers J

The Middle Age…!!!

The Middle Age…!!!

Prologue

The characters coming in this blog are all real in my dream this early morning. So I can say it is a early morning show..shown without ticket in my Air Conditioned room with pillows to cushion my head n cozy blanket to keep me warm on this spring mattress…J Directed & Produced with dialogues and all supporting works to run the show was done by only one person. And that is my almighty GOD…J

Let me start now.. J Or else my readers will move out without tickets… J I am trying to recall all those incidences that are like beads & pearls to make possible that I shall present you all a pearl necklace when u read this story. So kindly have patience to read until last line of the blog…J

It was a thirsty morning. I woke up with as usual bad breathe and wanted to fetch some clear water. Mom was busy with her morning works. It’s a as usual picture for me since childhood and from the day I started recognizing & remembering my flashbacks. But by this day she had been suffering from joints pain that called itself as Rheumatoid arthritis. Name seems to be so sweet but the pain is as harsh as it sounds good. I wish my enemies also wont get this pain for a single day in lifetime. As far as I remember, since class six she had been accompanied everyday with this pain. Well still she maintained smile on her face all these fifteen years as of now as if nothing had happened to her. Its really her greatness and positive potential to bring a smile on face with such rooted pain in every vein every single second of this long period. Literally I would happily taken death as better option than suffering daily. But hats off to her. She is something a great peak full of positivity. Hmmm sorry for going out of constraint. I was bit deeply involved with my mom. Well getting back to story.. I asked her a glass full of water to quench my thirst. In her busy works also she managed to get a glass full of water. I quenched n proceeded further. Brushed teeths which was white before and after brushing. No big deal. I donno why my parents insisted me to brush every day. No big personalities in this world became great by brushing their teeth. I think my parents dint wanted to join my name with them…J

Hmmm later came to ON the TV in hall. Breakfast was ready by that time. Mom called to have. But TV dint leave me. I was sticking at 3 mtrs from TV with unseen magnetic rays. Mom later took a plate full of breakfast like feeding a sweet cow tagged inside home…J well with glass of water in one hand and plate in another she was like her child has come home after long time to home…so let him rest n herself shall erode her layers of life in nourishing this big damn child. I really was not satisfied with the role given by my almighty GOD …L Well what to do…??? I had to perform to run the show and reach the climax or end of the current ongoing show. Hmmm later she took it till the place I sealed my ass to sofa. I happily had it with both eyes towards TV without being noticed that how much pain might my mom has taken to bring it from kitchen to hall. She then silently went back to prepare for papa. Well I was always her preference in anything she had with her or whatever she did or prepared. I use to get almost more than 3/4^th of it and she use to have 1/4^th of it with 3/4^th filled with satisfaction of seeing me having the rest of it. Well that is MOTHER. We shall always fell short to understand her. Later she had food for herself and took off the empty plate and glass in front of me. She washed all those and got busy in preparing for lunch with something special for her “Mari”… that’s wat she always cald me…J but this mari is already big enough to take half the size of 6 by 4 photo with papa n mom at one end and mari at another end... J But childrens are always small to their parents no matter how much they grow in name or size. She then brought a glass of milk to see that I have enough balanced diet.. Actually my condition all fit to start dieting as everything was going out of plumb… Papa had already went out to office n mom was alone busy in kitchen. Suddenly around 11am gate cheered up with a noise as it was unlocked with some of the people standing on the other end of gate. Mom somehow managed to witness the peoples as fast as possible to see that the customers outside wont get any chance to wait anywhere. I had already killed myself in mere sleep by that time front of TV. “Mari… someone came…wake up..” was the call…. In a quite shock I also got up n peeped long my neck to see the entering virus in our protected home sweet home… J Oh not to lie now…I donno from where GOD had picked these characters for me… those were 4 ladies in burka… J Haha… I think my almighty has also got used to my 6 months of living in this desert with gals always wearing burkas…J He din gave me a chance to see gal’s face atleast in dreams…L so sad na… Nowadays I don get dream of gals wih clear face also…L Hmmm wat to say to his direction..???? I was no way in place to question all these… well later I invited them in.. Then I realized..that name of one gal was Nargis… J Whom I was fan since my PU days…and hardly talked anytime in college…but her beauty prevailed at all ends of our college… J the other was her frnd… I donno her name… 3^rd one named herself as Vinuta Bhat… I donno this character and also the fourth one.. I don remember her introduction also... Mom introduced herself with them… well they all came as we were all frns from school days and to meet this heavenly body that was home after many months… Hmmm Mom served them also with required snacks n foodings that she prepared for me… that was enough to feed four normal human beings at one shot… Papa came in between from office to have a cup of tea.. she had to prepare that also now… we all chatted and had some great time with chatting n recalling some evergreen moments. Papa got recharged and he had to leave to office again..and I had some work outside in market.. The gals went out in next few moments.. I also got up with papa to move out…and got out into vehicle…and just turned back once… there were empty plates & glasses again lying on table … but still mom was there at doors to wave hands with same intensity of love & smile on her face that never made me feel lone in this world until now… she had that intense pain in her joints but she never revealed to others… she always swallowed it with a smile…

I suddenly felt that I was somewhere missing myself…This is not my character…The GOD is pushing me hard to do this…The vehicle couldn’t start and move out off its position…even though the director (GOD) strongly insisted to run the show…. I was not able to move further… I shrugged out… and opened eyes in a gasp..His merciless movie ended in seconds…No Mom… I cant…Here am I mom… I am coming there to u… I cant be like this… U are not the servant to serve us every time…I resigned the GOD’s movie and was now onto this present world.. I was with my mom…J I helped my mom to clean up all those and consoled myself that I am not like what the almighty wanted.. I love ma mom lot more than him or his ticketless movie…

The Moral… Many a times this story remains fact as the youth n teenaged gen of this age consider their middle aged parents as to serve them n their frns when required n here all those that they wish n will.. but they forget one thing that one or the other day they also come to this stage..and then they realize the mistake what they have odne in their past… I studied a poem in my Class 6 named “The Middle Age” there the poet has very nicely explained the condition of parents and the pain that the spoiled brats give to their parents knowingly or unknowingly… My small try with this blog is to convince the younger generation to respect their parents n not to treat them anything else as like the director(GOD) was insisting me to do it… In such case just come out of the contract and try to remain in the real world with real GOD & GODESS front of us… J

Thank U All for having patience to read this long blog..well I have reduced a lot compared to my earlier blogs…will try my level best to express myself in short… J Take care All… J