Mom in Friends List. Eh!

Is that a Boy with her?

Why shouldn't you be friend with your parents on Social Networking? —


I take a great honor to write this post for the sake of “us” (I wrote us in “ ” because it somehow correlates “us”). This isn't a stereotype. Making parents friends on Social Network (not the film silly) is something which majority of teens (and some above the teens) do not prefer. After all you would not like your profile to be a subject of daily prying by your parents. They will everyday go by your profile to figure out the changed behavior of their darlings. Perhaps social network (let’s call it”Facebook”) empowers the parents to deeply examine “what’s on their mind?” (here their = Son's/Daughter's) This may sound strange but a “Status Update” is enough to turn their suspect into a firm belief.


Parents are always curious to know the insight of their modern 21st century child; perhaps that is why they ask "us" to open up in front of them; but who know “our open up may shut them down”. A finite distance is something which is ought to be maintained.


On what basis am I shouting? —

A Date

My collection was vast

It was a call; last night when I ran into my store room, I didn't want my parents in adjacent room to pry out their sweetheart is talking late night with Someone. A messy and dusty room with a sweet mushy fragrance, that reminded me of something. I got too busy with my call that I almost forgot the fragrance. An hour long call ended. I was tired. Just before I was about to step out of the store room; that majestic fragrance again took over my sensitive nose and I sneezed mildly, mild enough to kill the sound in the room itself.


I looked around – a poster, an old calendar, dusty boxes with useless items were seen lying. But in the corner of the shelf I saw a pink colour box, big and heavy enough to bring me down to sweat. I was eager to see what was encased in it so carefully.


The pink colour box tightly taped. I somehow managed to rip the tape. A familiar “gun” appeared, "Mouser". Yes, I remember this gun. I shot my younger brother with this once. Later he told Mom and rest I don’t wish to discuss here. It was my toy box. Once Four sacks of toys were now somehow got reduced and now they occupy just a mere box. I rolled the box and all my toys were on the floor. Touching each of them was a sheer bliss, brought back everything which was shut in my solitude. Each toy opened a new storyline attached to it. By now I had started dabbling into a room of memories which was remote for quite some time.

DJ Got Us Fallin' in Love Again

Yes, this Usher ft. Pitbull charts topping track is my topic to nail and no I haven’t purchased the copyrights to use this song (I am so brave hearted). Actually you’ll find the aroma of love under this post and Usher enhances the quality of my post.

Remember (not The Titans) Ishita? Yes, the one who gave me a life changing lesson. After analyzing what she did was wrong, she tried to make up with me. A flood of sorry SMS’es ruined my cute teddy wallpaper. I had to talk to her to stop this I-cannot-see-my-wallpaper torture. I messaged her to meet me at 7 in the evening outside the society. It was 7:40 pm and I was returning from a get together when I saw someone in my way. Green top and black jeans were heading towards me. Curiosity clinched me and I moved faster and so was the green top and black jeans. Milliseconds before the person encased within it could come into my visibility area, a name echoed in my empty head Ishita. Yes, indeed the green top and black jeans were Ishita. Girl was looking amazing like she always look but this time she was quite different, maybe the aura of night made her more pretty (yeah yeah, envy me). I totally forgot about her, damn my remembering skills. Expecting a shout pretty much fabricated with loud abuses, I prepared myself for the consequences.


Me – Hey there. How are you? Sorry to keep you waiting like this, I got caught up with some work.
Ishita – Not a problem, it’s fine. So are you free now?
Me (won’t she kill me?) – Yeah! So what’s the deal?


An apology with a puppy face came right into my face which indeed melt my heart. I retained my crush. I accepted her cutest sorry and we now were moving to our respective homes. In the middle of our ongoing conversation, she asked me “hey Mani would you like to go to Disc with her, RPM, Vasant Vihar?” Shocked me was standing in the middle of the road. She asked me for disc. Wow. What should I say? Should I go? Yes of course I should go. She tried to decipher my silence and replied in a low tone “Yes, I can understand. You’re a mumma’s boy. I’ll go by my own.” I laughed and said quickly "yes I would love to go (among several, another mistake which I still am repenting over)."

College isn't College Without Them

I dedicate this post to two people who supported me when I was in the middle of nowhere. Names are kept discreet and so are their faces.

It was my first day of college when They came up to me and asked firmly First year? I with a gently tone replied (which I shouldn't have) Yes. With a smile on their face They appreciated my modesty and said Chal ragging de, we're from second year. Considering that people might read my blog I won't mention what They made me do. PS: It still hurts. From the very first day I restrain myself, kept a very low profile when They were around, instead of taking the short way to canteen I use to travel the entire periphery of college, why? Because They were in my way to canteen. Screw Them, were the words which usually slips out of my tongue. Good morning Sir, good morning ma’am was the alloted greetings which I was asked to give them whenever They finds me. A semester passed away and still I had to show them my modesty. It was a perpetual question which I use to ask myself. My thoughts of uneven questions came to a halt soon during the End Terms examination for 2nd semester when sir and ma’am helped me with my bleak academics. My mind was perplexed after the latest helpful deed by Them. They not only provide me the notes but also cleared my concepts about the subject and marking scheme adapted by the university and freaking college. They’re good no They’re great as person. This was the first time I prejudiced someone and literally got wrong. Soon we started gelling up. We got perfectly blend into each other (I can see water in your mouth. I am not talking about samosa or bred pakoda).


My class is one heck of a place enriched with swine’s with a typical low mentality. Throwing a personal comment on me is their most enjoyable pass time. This vexes me, but someone (my Twitter Mom) once said to me “there is a limit to the number of dogs you can quiet... Let barking dogs bark at random....” Considering it as an apt philosophy for my college life I made a change into my attitude towards them, I call it—Ignorance a Bliss. Nice na!?!

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.

We for Vodka

This is an On Demand post. Meant to reflect the bonds of friendship.

I reached home at about 8 P.M. All tired. Struggling not to let unconsciousness to take over my mind but steadily I was slipping into this endless peaceful world.


Mom - So late!?! Seems my child has been working a lot at college.
Me - Hmm...
Mom - So when did you left for home?
Me (weak tone) - Mum I'm tired, I am going to bed.
Mom - Haan?? You haven't taken anything into your stomach. How could you think that I'll possibly let you go to sleep?
Me (ignorance) - I'm dozing off. Wake me at 7 in morning.


What actually happened that morning—


From what I could hazily sum up– I was heading towards my college when I got a call from Gaurav (my best pal, I thought so), asking me to disembark from the Metro as soon as possible.

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.

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…………. 

Loving a Relation

Yeah here I go again. This particular blog post is dedicated to a field of discussion which requires a lot of patience perhaps hell lot of presence of mind. You might be giving wild shots on what I am going to write but the truth is the label and the title to this post clear’s most of the mist, you can’t fool me, I’m a Blogger. Relationships. Most of you might now read this post much carefully than the regular type but I’m sorry to disappoint you this is the best topic which sucks for me, leaving me impotent. Yes, I have a tremendous ability to score double zero's in this field of life, perhaps I’ll top any examination titled How well you don’t understand a Girl or somewhat similar to this. Though I’ve never been into any but yes it does fascinates me a lot; this gives me a reason to write upon it.

Like every normal Boy I too flunk numerous times while understanding their complexity. At times, end up misunderstanding them and most of the times leaving them misunderstood about me. Needless to say I’m a curiosity driven homosapien, of course I want to know what is in their mind when it comes to commitments? 

There are stigmas attached with this commitment.

- You tend to screw yourself.

- Your friends feel you’re moving away from them. Betrayal.

- Your happiness appears to be superficial to most of your friends.

- Your best friend develops an impression of Swine for your partner, since you are bound with time limitations.

- Last, yes the least – Your over enthusiastic inclination(Read it over-joyfulness) towards life because of your partner gives your parents Goosebumps— Your parents starts believing that their sweetheart is on Drugs and living on Alcohol. What else could be the possible reason for your sudden ecstasy?

Yes parents do eliminate the most vital element of happiness of their Boy’s life, his new found Girlfriend (which he obviously boast about) and Girl’s life, her new found Love (which she obviously never boast about)

I never had any personal encounter with Relationship but a friend in need is a friend in deed, my best friend (unfortunately committed) taught me. How modest of him. Thank you my best friend.

I am not trying to defame any of the sex but trying to understand the fairer one from the perspective of boys (and it’s so hard).

What life had taught me over past 2 years is— never try to rush into a Relationship until you’re sure. Boys strive hard to get a Girlfriend to grow their social status. I’ve seen people changing their Relationship Status on Facebook in a very peculiar manner

Single —> In a Relationship with XYZ

After 3 days my News Feed displays

Your friend ABC has gone Single from Being In a Relationship

And I thoroughly enjoy such posts by liking them. Can’t help, I love provoking.

It’s never the dark side of a person which is responsible to break a Relationship; it is always the reason behind why you held this Relation for so long. It is believed that people change in Relationships; certainly untrue I know someone who is same as he was. 

Now let me put a full stop to this topic I cannot write more on this abhi toh mei bachcha he hoon!!