Queer Fish!

Does it really matter “who is involved in a crime?” or it does that someone among us is doing it! Does it really matter that “crowd went uncontrolled on some issue” or it does that we are called as crowd!! Does it really matter “who is wearing the crown to rule a nation??” or it does that is he the prudent exec or not!! Everything seems to be a cryptogram to be deciphered. The CROWN is discombobulated by the crowd. The CROWD is flustered and aghast of crown. The denouement of both is CRIME. Even if I am not talking about a specific country or a nation the above lines are kosher wherever the three co-exist. A community is called by its name when the members of it portray manifest demeanor guided by the chapter and verse of it! But the gain of patrons to that community depends on the purpose it has set for. The group of people working together is crowd.  It is not quantified. We cannot prognosticate the decency and guise of crowd. The crowd nor can have a final conclusio...

24 th July, I clearly remember the date, as I left Nagpur, sometime later I realized it was not only Nagpur or my city that I left. It was my life back then. My parents, my home, relatives, friends, college, masti, my love, sorrows, moments of joy, moments that left behind. They all became memories, some faded, some like it happened yesterday. Next morning I was standing at Pune station, baffled. New co-voyagers, new destinations and new challenges. I just walked out of station, looked up; it spelled…. ‘Le Meridian’ At once a mirthless yet tremulous smile came on my face. Then I realized I have to search for a home. Got shared auto, reached to destination. Searched ferociously for a flat and got one!! On first morning I woke up; walked in gallery, it was pouring pleasantly. The yesterday’s feeling was still there but less intense, rather my mind was less entangled in it. I closely watched those raindrops, those opulent raindrops; they carried capacity of bringing so...

Hellooo AAi, baba(mom n dad)…I received my first salary today!!!! …..Yeah!!! I m very happyyyy…!!   I was talking to my mom and dad, was standing on Macdonalds! Then I called uncle…and all my those co-voyagers to whom I mattered to tell them I’m earning now! I was actually there to meet “the UNPRODUCTIVE” group as Amba was in town. As always the J.M. road was blocked by ponderous traffic of Pune!! But I was happy that I got used to all the incessant and unremitting competition between Autowala and Scorpio wala!! And I managed to reach Mac D in just 38 minutes exact, from wadgaon sheri!! (20kms at least). I was conscious while going to Mac D as it was THE same place where bomb blast mate with unwitting people a few days back! I was wandering around a bookstall like “makkhi on gud” and was bewildered that how soooo many new writers have managed to grab a seat beside Mr. Dan Brown who was sitting on his stall in line!!!! The thing I became suddenly skeptic about was two c...

After the exam I planned to write a lot…I planned to update my blog everyday! But then I gave it a second thought…writing is not about updating your blog, or not about writing something everyday…but writing about what you feel, letting your heart flow through the wordy ocean that keeps summoning the tsunamis of your emotions.  I went to the college recently to collect my provisional degree, of course without uniform or bag or anything which I would have cared about if had been coming to college for attending it. When I entered the gate the guard gave me a recognizing smile, I said “bhaiaa aaj clg uniform ke liye bahar khade nai karoge??” and he answered, actually stated that made me feel different…. “ Ab aap bade hogaye bhau, ab aap clg me padhne thodehi aye honge!!!” (You are a pass out now sir; you won’t be studying in the college anymore!). That made me feels something rarely different. I was in hurry so I didn’t bother to think about it long, I waved him a “ram ram” and went...

Wooooo here I am writing again, and it feels sooooooooooo good that I’m writing again!! Campus interviews, this is the stimulant part we all future engineers were dwelling to meet! Because it adds ‘tadka’ to your ‘daal’ called life! My life is alllll about food,eating but money’s also important. So with luck all the way with me…. (No doubt it took a wrong turn in 6 th semester) but still with me!! I am eligible for the campus interviews!!! First company arrived somewhere in the month of November or something…..first aptitude test more kinda of luck test……weather your aptitude is good or worst, weather you solve questions logically or illogically, it doesn’t matter  because you can never predict judging criteria…besides this we all have large group of friends…who know nothing ..But can predict many results at time….Any way...I didn’t clear that apti!!!  Then a large truck named TCS (no offence to those who are placed in TCS!!) came. We had to register online….Sale kya g...

It’s been a while we talked. It’s been a while I met her. It’s been really a long time we chatted and laughed together. She was my life, she was everything and her enigma was for me and me only. May be it’s my color she didn't like or it can be even my weight but sometimes A tree on its own is just a tree, grass is just a grass, a cow is just a cow and a sun is just a light source. If you combine all you get a miraculous view of a cow grazing in meadow in shadow and sunlight peeking through the trees! A whole landscape is lot more than just the sum of its parts…! When you put them all together it can be magic…..!! But this magic has limitations, not everyone is lucky to feel and see this. I feel sorry for them, they are just visually challenged. She always said she can’t decide on her own, it’ll be her parent’s decision to take, but now I feel it was just a hiding wall behind which she hides her truth. I had some friends who knew for who am I, still didn’t have a ch...

It was those days; I used to be in 5 th standard. A sweet, fair, healthy without spectacles and cute boy I was then. My mum n dad bestowed me with all that I wished for as a child. I was in Marathi medium school till 7 th standard. Our school was really good. Better than normal school in Nagpur. Forsooth they used to teach there! I was very talkative as a child, never stopped talking and my favourite topics was CAAARRRSS. We had Marathi as our first language. We 5 th graders were still minors and migrants travelled from our little school of 4 th std. and we were told that you are in middle school now not primary. Everyday our first lecture was Marathi taught by “Mr. Gavali”. Like the saying goes Bad news travel faster; we came to know “he’s heavy drinker!!”. In first weak we all were abashed and inapt to solve the riddle of that enigmatic reek. But at last we figured it out, whenever our sir came, the reeking ambience followed him. He was a tall man, a big moustache with poi...