Fox and the Lamb within

“You should have thrashed that fellow, he is good at nothing”
“No, you shouldn’t at least he is good at nothing, look at yourself”,

“Just fire that guy now, no more of his nonsense”
“But, he is good”

“Cross the red light, buddy, who cares?”
“That’s not what your Father taught you.”
“Few things are better learnt on your own, rather than embarrassing your old Father”

“Should I confess to him how much I think about him?”
“Foolish girl, boys should take the first step”
“Okay, when he does, then I’ll accept it”
“Huh, make him run like a dog, silly”

“I think I should help that beggar with few bucks”
“Are you crazy? Look at that rugged bag he is carrying, I bet it has gold coins in it”

Every day, thousands such arguments occur within us. We can’t decide on what’s right, both of them sound equally convincing. At one instance you feel the lamb is right when suddenly the fox pulls you back, at other instance you just kick off the lamb and become all ears to the fox. It is quite probable that fox may win the battle because as conceivable fox is the one with strength, while the lamb is meek. All of us want to be an embodiment of strength. But, the battle won is not the war won. Now who wins the war? The one who becomes people’s favorite, isn’t it?
So ask yourself whom you want to be close with, fox or the lamb, and you will be answered. But it’s also true that some people may eat lamb but nobody can eat a fox. Choice is yours!

Dronacharya

In the years to come, when I grow as a writer, having written some 2516 blogs, few books and hopefully few of them as bestsellers, I would not have forgotten Mr Suraiya. Few things come without replacements, same applies to him. His humourous writing is unparalleled.

Few facts about the writer:
An associate editor with the Times of India, Jug Suraiya writes two regular columns for the print edition, Jugular Vein, which appears every Saturday, and Second Opinion, which appears on Mondays and Wednesdays. He also writes the script for two cartoon strips that appear in The Times of India, Duniya ke Neta, for which he collaborates with Neelabh Banerjee, and Like That Only, for which he collaborates with Ajit Ninan. His blog takes a contrarian view of topical and timeless issues, political, social, economic and speculative.

An evening at my bedroom window.

Today it was a wonderful evening, drizzling in patches, a cool weather. A perfect evening to stand by your window with a cup of hot coffee and have a good look of mother nature outside. I did the same, but not the Ranbeer Kapoor way, coz i believe thats the last thing people want to watch out of their window on such a lovely evening. Further i sincerely believe that boys, however dumb, have better things to do in their private moment than stand on a window and allow the gush of wind into their privy dom. Anyways, through my window I got a look of huge apartments, all of which appears to be standing tall, since the Aryans moved to India; real cool german architectures, a lush green lawn with a fountain in the centre, few healthy street dogs walking like princes on a stroll, kids playing in the playing area of the apartment and few ladies, probably the mothers of the mentioned kid, sitting on the cemented benches purposefully built close to the playing area. They were perhaps chit-chatting about Mrs. Walia's new saree, about Sherlyn's ouster in Big Boss, about Mr. Dinghra's new car or about Mrs. Khan's son who just got master's from US and has planned to marry an american!

The pecularity about my window is that it falls symmetrically at the centre of my apartment and the added advantage is that one can have a good look into almost all the Flats of the neighbouing apartment, the one facing our apartment. In that aparment there are almost fifteen rows of windows with a set of seven each, for the seven floors. So more than hundred windows into the lives of almost thirty families...Whoaa! Looking out of the window was like being in a next generation multiplex where you could watch several movies at once. I did that, coz who get's that privilege for free!

In one of the window, I saw a middle aged man giving some exaggerated expression and kids of all sizes imitating him in order of their sizes, starting with the smallest in the group. Actually that guy runs a drama school in his house, perhaps his wife doesn't add enough of drama to his life. From that drama house i could even hear an occasssional "Kutte, main tera khoon pee jaunga" . Whoever he was, his fake threats didn't threaten the princes on stroll, i saw minutes before, coz they were damn healthy in a generous society which feeds dog. Perhaps there is a secret selfish wish of security from them, coz ironically I haven't ever seen the same generous people of society allow the starving children into the range of hundred meters of the society. However, there's another kitchen window in which I have always seen that a lady is at work, twenty four hours. It's not her fault coz I did see in the next window that she had a conspicuosly heavy son who was doing a strain test of their bedroom mattress. He was jumping ruthlessly on the bed. Perhaps, he wanted to reach the sky, but his parents never clearly explained him the actual method to do so. Poor kid. A window on the seventh floor had a lady combing her luxuriant hair. She had allowed her hair to fall outside the window. I guessed, either they would be on a display or may be her husband was about to be home and elevators weren't working. God knows! The window which was facing me straight had a group of kids studying. Staring at them I actually recalled how much I hated to study in the evening, that i never did unless threatned by papa that i would not be getting new dress on Durga Puja in the coming season. Papa had previously tried threatening me by portraying a grey picture of my failing in the class and being left behind, but he saw that I was hardly bothered by failing and being left behind. I was ever optimistic, even the thought of new friends gave me a jolly shiver. But, then he played a mind game of new dress and all....huhh! I was so foolish, i could not read in his eyes that new dress was inevitable. He was going to give me anyway.

And then my favorite window. A beautiful girl helping her mother in the kitchen. The ideal kinda studious girl who went to sit at her study desk and wore those Preity Zinta's specs, those from Kal Ho Naa Ho....but only to scare me with a sudden look at my window and me. Those girly sixth sense. I was not ready for that sudden gaze I suppose, coz the coffee spilled over my shirt.....but only to drip close to my heart and provide a tickling warmth!!

Give me a break!

I remember that when I was six I stood in the assembly queue at school every morning and tried to cheat the class teacher by flowing in the rhythm of "Indian pledge". I never knew the exact words nor the exact lip movements to save my tiny backyard from brutal beating of the bamboo sticks. And to my wonder it seemed every other breathing organism in the assembly knew the Pledge, since the time they got detached from umblical cord. It might have been wired into their brain then. Anyways I do remember the few lines which went like this "India is my country and all indians are my brothers and sisters blah blah....". India is my country, I respect that part, I am born here, its mine, America is Chintu's, Pakistan is Pintu's and India is mine. Agreed, so don't fight for it. But, the second line was real disturbing. "All Indians are my brothers and sisters". For God sake don't say that! All Indians..aaaall, are you sure about it? Technically a blunder, how could my Father be my brother? Or for that case, my grandpa, he never said he was my brother. And the worse, you mean to say the beautiful little girl in the class, was my sister. Give me a break!

Love

So, i am back into blogging after two years...but who cares for that, even i had said three it would have hardly made any difference. Last year I made a lot of friends, the best thing about making friends, it doesn't cost anything other than few true words and a stretched smile. You know, all of us have it inherent in us to crave for someone, with whom we could laugh, with whom we could cry, and to whom we could prove how smart we are.

But, but and but there's something we die for everyday, truly all of us....and that is for someone, from whom we could hear "I love you". Don't you think there are lot of people around whom we could move upto and say..."hey dear, I love you"..but do we actually do it? no, we don't. Ideally, we keep waiting for someone, preferably the best one in the crowd, to come up on some bright sunny day, give a bear hug and say those ubiquitous still rare words, and to our dismay, it doesn't happen.



Love, a word which emanates the sense of completeness in itself, a word which travels through your ear drum only to reach your heart and not your brain. The beauty of Love lies in the fact that it is omnipresent and still we can't discover. We browse through faces and do a Googling, ultimately, searching for someone whom we aren't sure about ourselves. But why is it so that we can't actually find the one? Because there is no "the one"!

God is a one smart fellow, and he proves it every now and then. He never gave us a choice to choose our parents, and we have been loving them since we didn't even know how to spell Love. But he gave us all the rights to choose our love partners, if not the life partners. He installed an internal radar in us to read the vibes from the opposite sex and get attracted. Other than that, for some fun, he screwed us in head, by never giving the strength to move a step ahead and be ready for consequences. Now, when he provided us the choice, we could never choose, and that is either because we keep searching for non existent mr or ms compatible, or because we are not sure whether the feeling is actually Love! Poor we, and our buddy up there is having all the fun. But he bestows lucky few with the enlightenment. Hey, I am in not those lucky few. Infact, I am among the worse breed of lovers who has found "Rab" in 26 girls since the time Shahrukh found in TannyG. I tell you, God sincerely doesn't care for such breed of people.



So, what is this enlightenment? I will tell you. Do you love your Dog? Yes you do, every body does, or else why have a dog? The obedient little tail wagging fellow, who loves you unconditionally and is God damn loyal. Now, I don't mean girls should look for some guy of that kind, but what i mean is you got to understand that you didn't select your dog from the store beacuse you loved it rather you love your dog because you selected it. It happened gradually. Suppose you selected some other dog on that day from the store, would you not love it anyway today. You could say "yeah, i do because it's as loyal and good, but i made a compromise that day, as i liked the other one". So what if you had the dog of your choice would the likeness persist today. No, beacuse likeness is like a River and Love is like an Ocean. You can't even identify the river in an Ocean when the River flows into an Ocean. This is what we need to understand. Love comes with time and is independent of mass, distance and space. When we are with anyone for a sufficient duration, ofcourse with cordial relation, all the reasonings take a backseat and Love leads. It's independent of mass, you are going to love your heavy wife or your behemoth husband. It's independent of distance, that's what telecom companies are cashing on and is independent of space, you can fall in Love in class, in your neighbourhood or for that case in your office but not with someone you just looked at hanging from a fast local train. That's momentary likeness. But as I said I am a worse breed, I still got one point of view to share in this matter.

Can we have both the dogs?