The History of "Nothing is Permanent"

This is the story of Epicness. An answer to the question "who is the father of nation the phase Nothing is Permanent". Last night I saw a dream which indirectly gave me the answer to my long searched question to which even Google said "don't you have anything else to search. Duh!". In my dreams Saltasaurus (my "last night dream" pet) gave me a trip to his city. His father Saltasaurus Sr. was a literature/philosophy scholar. Oh! Did I mention, his father framed this simple quote with complexity more than iota. Meanwhile, I was studying his thesis, Saltasaurus's mother cooked Masala Dosa for us; delicious it was. His sister works at a MNC. 

But, going by today I sincerely believe that Fevikwick and M-seal are pretty much "permanent". At least the ape’s descendent's were able to outclass dinosaur’s sayings up to certain extent. No, I won't lay the lame M-seal's dying-father-puts-extra-zero ad here. But will advocate the believes of our great dinosaurs, (who fortunately weren't our ancestors) how their sayings is now literally into practice everywhere.

Eat, Play and Sleep

I'll kill you, and so will I

Out of every damn thing created by God MAN is the only specie which has been bestowed with this peculiar trait called “Eating”, “Eating” and once again “Eating”. Of course women are also unique but their peculiarities are way much bizarre than men. Eh? I am being sexist. No, it's a sheer fact.

Alright! Coming back to the men. Eating has always been our favorite hobby or even a pass time. Men eat because they are born to eat, it's their birth right. So what is the problem if they're practicing it?
So here I am to answer a few questions (call it FAQs) which often create an ape image of the men—

Q: Why do Men eat weirdly?
A: Simply because they have much more hunger as compared to their counterparts.

Q: Why are men less emotional in comparison to their counterparts?
A: Men are emotional, it is just that men’s tear glands have yet not evolved like that of women’s. Therefore they are incapable of producing drum-full of tears.

Q: If a man has to choose between his Girlfriend and Mc.Aaloo Tikki costing Rs.15, can we rely that he'll be choosing his girlfriend?
A: Are you nuts? Hell NO! Don't you see we live to eat rather than eating to live.Rs.15 Mc. Aaloo Tikki any day!!!. Mc.Aaloo Tikki costs above Rs.20 exclusive of 12.5% VAT. We cannot leave any eatable item which is provided below MRP.

Episode 2: Reunions After the Last Day

This post is a part of Episode 1: Glimpse from the Past. Specially written for four of my best friends who are often available here to comment (call it never). Again this post is the reflection of Bond that we share. 

Anecdote—

I was waiting for my bus to arrive at my bus stop. "Oh! Bhaiya bus aa gaye" Mohit claimed at sharp 7:25 A.M. Within no time the bus crossed Preet Vihar and there I was. I could hear the hustle and bustle coming out from the School Building as soon as the Bus # 1 entered the Main Gate. It was a normal day just like a normal Thursday until I realized Thursday February 7 is going to be the my Last Day at L.P.S. Though the realization was late and I still repent over it.

The joy of leaving the school for a new beginning of new Life filled me up. New College, new people, new place, It was all so exciting which over-shadowed the fact that one day I'll miss this place which I once cursed. The day kicked up with straight three period bunks perhaps the best bunk with them. We unwillingly attended physics lecture since we were all tired. “I need to feed my tummy”, said Akshit. And like a good friend I snatched his lunch box and ate all his bread jam. My body shivers down the spine when I try to recall what that jerk did to me after he clinched me, if you’re curious to know what his actions were, well trust me you don’t want to see you’re being fitted perfectly between the two benches, do you? After learning about his animal-like strength I always irritates him, his inhuman acts gives a perfect back massage.

A Fun Day Out

Though I was about to write and post it the very next next moment I stepped into my room but curse my lethargic and lame body which didn't allowed me turn ON my PC and start typing on MS Word. So I delayed this post. Now, when I am here, let us begin -


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It was the of an upcoming wedding which brought us all together after such a long time.

1 PM, Mom announced a visit to mall for shopping. As directed to us (Me, my brother and my Dad), we dressed up as fast as we could and all headed towards the Mall. I always had a strong feeling that going to a Mall with parents isn’t a good idea. This ideal shopping idea turned into a reality when my Mom say so many Couples altogether at the same time. Instead of ignoring she was constantly staring them. Soon she diverted her attention towards me and questioned—
Do you have a Girlfriend? Baffled me. With a flustered state of mind and slippery tongue I answered N….n..n…..noo! Expecting a straight and firm reply from her sweetheart, instead she got a weak answer which confirmed her suspect into a half reality. Every single time she crosses a couple her raised eyebrow scares me. What would be her next question was haunting me all the time.

Bigg Boss 4 - Emotional Attyachaar

Last episode (call it senselessness) of Bigg Boss season 4 compelled me to write a blog post upon it. Bigg Boss season which claims itself to be a family show since season 1 is now turning out to be something above a family show perhaps it has redefined the words Family Show – show which members of family watch after being isolated. Much hyped show hosted by Salman Khan is no more viewer's choice (check TRP). Bringing foreign artists belongings (Veena Malik and Begum Ali) for TRP wasn't a smart move, MNS left no stone unturned to criticize this action. This 4th season is mutating more into a समुदाय भवन (Community Hall), on what basis? Duh! Sara-Ali wedding is an on-screen example. Though the producer of this staged drama was been requested not to air this weeding by this daily soap candid couple but he simply refused to oblige their demand and strictly asked them to read the contract. Couple is expected to file a complaint against the producer in Rakhi Ka Insaaf. 


Somehow Bigg Boss 4 is trying to pronounce itself as a youth show more like MTV. Romance by most and Abuses by Dolly are in the air. Veena Malik's proposal to Hrishant Goswami via Dolly and Hrishant not taking her proposal pushes this much needed producer's effort to set an example that We're your Love Guru. Yeah! Now a boy can expect that a girl can propose him (though it never happens) Ah! Dolly. How could I possibly forget that sloth potato bag that lie on the couch and innovates the ways to get up on feet for dinner. Actually the heaviness of her voice can be conservative sometimes. Like on Diwali, her reduced expenditure on Crackers is one among the two constructive use of her voice.

College on Sunday. WTH

It was a fine Friday when we discovered that college's notice board being updated. This phenomenon was new to us, usually there is a fest update but what we read was simply What the Heck (Words manipulated). "Practical classes  on Sunday?". This news was fretting the majority of lads around me and was actually a blessing for nerds. Deepak's actual words after reading this notice was "Ah! Now I can perform my previous practicals and can get my notebook checked now. Hope he bestows me with his alpha+ grade". Ignoring him (like we always do. Nothing new) soon most kicked off their end of the day with their so obvious comments which I cannot lay down here considering the decency of my blog. Hailing the administration for taking away their day was the center of condemn. Most of them were furious since they had very important tasks in-stored for this particular Sunday (to be precise - their plan with their Secret Lovers was ruined). I too was not willing to show up but it doesn't means that I owe a Secret Lover too (committed's ones thinks I am fortunate and singles thinks We are alike, so they don't give a damn). Since a cheap blackmail trick (no attendance on Sunday = no marks in internals) pulled out by the teachers compelled us to show our sparkling teeth's on Sunday too. ''Can't they procrastinate this practical class to next Sunday" a trembling voice from behind managed to get enough decibels to strike our ears. It was Abhishek. His voice was embedded with the element of shock, surprise and what should I do. Seems he was long awaiting for this Sunday to happen. My thoughts straight away said to me "there is the presence of a Secret Lover dude!" I was quite and left college with others for Metro.

A life changing lesson

Twitched right ankle, skinned knee, scratched hands, a jerk in left shoulder and an erratic feeling of nausea surrounded my thoughts when a sudden quake hit me hard. It wasn't something ordinary, the quake was a wave of anger with a perfect amount of high pitch dissolved within it which certainly brought me down to the Earth from a Battle field of Thoughts raging between my ears. "Dekh liya? Maine toh pehle he kaha tha but your so called Gen X thinks their parents are miles apart from their own metro believes/thinkings. We don't talk rubbish when we exhort you, it's our experience which says. Now go to your room and don't you dare to come out until tomorrow. I'm bringing First Aid box" roared my Mom.

Yesterday my Dad gifted a shimmering white Honda Activa to my younger brother upon his 10th board success (yeah, he is a 9 pointer and definitely not a Ghissu/Nerd). Activa as a gift came to us more as like a shock instead of a surprise. Kilometer counts 3 Kilometers and fuel meter displayed 'F' ('F' is not to be mistook, here it means Full) took us to an ecstasy. Ah! It was a bliss. 3 rounds of Activa within the society is what it took for us to believe it is for real. Soon after we realized the shock was reality we embarked to our home sweet home (a sudden Bliss makes everything so good). My brother ditched me (like he always does. Hope you know) and went to his own world of Doraemon. 

I was parking My Activa when a sudden soft-silky voice called for my name. "Hell, I know this voice". I forced my body to take a turn of 180 degree and there she was. Ishita, my neighbor, a cutie pie wearing blue jeans and pink top with an appropriate quote 'Look Above you Jerk' (Yes, I know you are envy of me), I immediately moved my attention to her face. 'Hi' she said with an excitement. I reciprocated her Hi with 'Hie' with twice the excitement that of hers.


'Oho! Naya Activa. Badhiya hai!'' she said it with a great joy. I replied with a triple joy that my Dad gifted it to me without any reason. She was baffled. Not giving much of a consideration to my reply she asked me a favor- Hey! Can you teach me how to drive this? I was flustered, it took me fraction of millisecond to say "Why not yaar!". 'It was my serendipity, Ishita and me. Thank you God. You made a dude's day" was what I was shouting in my thoughts as hard as I could but was also keeping an account that Ishita might not hear it (how smart of me). 

Yes, I love her

These are the words which I often restrain to speak in front of her. I have never said them in words but expressed it numerous times. I just cannot say — I love you. I dig as deep as I could into my thoughts but find no reason not to say it to her.

She cares for me, yes she does. She always encourages me whenever I am down. She loathes me whenever I am over-high. She is perfect and she is my first love and forever will be. Yes, indeed  it was love at first sight. You might want to ask – Is she possessive? I’d reply - Yeah, she is. And me? Well I'll say - I am shy; introvert towards these feelings. As we grow our bond went unbreakable. Fights? Yeah there are more than a lot of fights (call it our daily routine). Surprisingly post every fight we emerged as more connected beings.

She calls me everyday, asks me where I am. Exhorts me— "be careful sweetie, world is so mean for innocents like you"; asks me what I had in lunch, am I full or still clinched by the hunger? I every time generously with a low pitch voice answer to every question she puts for me. Yes, I truly love her and surely she loves me too.

Her whisper gives me immense peace when I am dozing off at night and her sweetest voice wakes me up each morning. Every morning I ask myself— why did I wake up? And yet again her voice touches my ear drums and answers me, College Jaana hai!! (Duh!)

She is most trusted by me (call it blindly), there is nothing to mention - does she trusts me, because I cannot display the strength of the bond which we share. I cannot share her name here, she might not like it neither I can pen every single moment that she made special for me, list is endless.

We shop together at malls; yes she chooses attires for me which perfectly matches me and so far she is doing the best, we go for movies together; buy tickets 5 minutes before the movie begins, we enjoy ice-cream together; although I eat major part of her ice cream too. I make her laugh hard and she makes me laugh hardest. This is how we go.

Pizza is her favorite out of all and Vanilla cup is what she enjoys the most. We never skipped any of these two while we are on outing.

| Isn't she great? And this is how she is. This is how my Mom is………

Is it publicity?

Again a series of discussion broke out between me and my brother. My day is never complete unless we fight. Cute na!!  We fight until mom threatens to throw the Elder One out of this house and unfortunately I am the Elder One. Now we were settled in my room to start what we left. “Where were we” I asked with a puzzled expression. My brother is astute enough, not leaving even the slightest possibility of not disgrace my intelligence with his pinching lines. Leaving me in a state of anger but yes I controlled myself. I don’t want get thrown out of my house like a piece of junk.

We continued. Regarding? This time the topic was publicizing your relationship. His friend recently turned Double from Single; of course he changed his Facebook and Orkut relationship status to which I called a Publicity Stunt. Being a very good friend my brother took no time to defend his dearest friend and retaliated my so obvious statement with his bizarre taunt Bandar kya jaane adrak ka swaad. Although he was right but then everyone develops their own hypothesis. I’ve never been in a favor to open a relationship to public, while my brother follows an ideology of Pyaar kia toh darna kya. Yes his theories are ridiculing, perhaps I am very much certain; his theories are framed particularly to vex me. Would you still call him Cute? According to him being public about a relation signifies the acceptance of this bond shared by two. There is no harm in confessing something which is true. Celebs are ought to keep themselves private as they could be publicized by India TV. Though publicity is spicy but it defames their public image, you cannot be Miley Cirus or Darsheel Safari. Talking in terms of aam teenager it is very much important to announce your relationship status. Why? Because this would rather secure your girl with a pile on or a hit by a dude when you’re at a bar who later turns out to be your very good friend. No worries when everyone knows that girl is already not their property they’d stop staring at her with open mouth until the girl herself leaves the place. I asked him do you too do this process of staring a girl, but he was clever enough to tag this activity as a Natural Phenomenon. He always tickles my bone with his unconventional words and then put an effort to manifest what he just said.

It is natural, no one agrees with their siblings. My brother asks my mom to make daal chawal and ask her to prepare choole puri. See told ya!!

Yes I presented my own theory of why not being public with relationships is good. And my dearest brother started snoring. Without giving any attention to his beatable action I tried to concentrate on what I was about to say.

Relation is shared between two people (Context – Love between boy and a girl), it is trivial to stand on your rooftop and announce the world “hey world! Guess what, I got a brand new girlfriend for myself”. This is matter of your own personal space and your partner’s of course, better it should be kept private. Hit on and piling on are the part. Considering the fact that females are always the center of attraction for some unwanted weed sucking lads, it has to be faced and the best would be to ignore such junks instead of taking it on heart (my brother acted like he is being seduced by his bed, sleep taking over his body and cannot bear this philosophical lecture any more — he often do this whenever he is about to lose any debate against me).

And yet again we start our battle royal, this time on my bed. Mum rushing out from kitchen to my room with belan in one hand, threatening us to throw the Elder One out of this house. We halted, moved to a new place, to our PC, again a discussion starts over what I am going to write on my blog this time. And now again we are fighting over the topic to be debated on The Unwise prevails over the Wise. Now please excuse me, I gotta hit him hard this time……………………………………

Gimme my pillow you jerk!!

ouch, puff, wroom, dhushum-dhishum………….