The Colourful Childhood: More or Less

One must wonder why in spite of writing colourful I stretched it to more or less. More or less because while being there and living every moment of it I was thrilled and at times you know sad and miserable and weird and all sorts of feelings kept coming up making me think in all kinds of directions and allowing me to form opinions about a load of things as they happened.For instance I still remember that there was a certain fear that developed within me for things that weren't quite big to other people but seemed big to me at least at that age, well whose to say I was just a small kid man, you really can't say or do much beyond that now right? So, to proceed with what I was getting at, these things while seemingly petty didn't have the kind of impact on my mother as they did on me you see. To exemplify it, when I was a kid I was horribly callous and really irresponsible, could not maintain the smallest of things that were given to me by my mother. Things like stationery and cricket balls and water bottles and what not. However, one peculiar incident that for completely unknown reasons is etched in my head is of this time when I used to go to Lions School and lost a lot like really a lot of erasers and pencils and sharpeners and almost all imaginable stationery a 7 or 8 year old could have. For obvious reasons it got to my mother really bad and hell was upon me that one day when I came back home and sat down to do my homework and she was teaching me how to draw a fish which is when she realized that I have lost yet another eraser and then, fuck!!! she just gave me the kitchen sink man, I think I have been beaten by her with almost everything be it footwear, broomstick, my cricket bat and of course her own hands for starters. Boy she really used to give me nightmares man and that is how I for simple reasons developed this fear around all these small things, but never could bring myself to be more careful about them, somehow no matter how much I tried I could not prevent misplacing all this stuff knowing the consequences extremely well on all occasions. Now, that I look back at it I feel that the mothers of today are a wee bit soft on their kids, trying to avoid physical punishment wherever possible, no man that's not the way, you are bringing up a soft kid someone who won't fully understand the meaning of consequences and will tend to have his way in almost everything, its important to know that everyone everywhere lives by certain rules even if they seem quite senseless and irrelevant to you but the truth is you have to learn to acknowledge their existence and with acknowledgement comes respect from within, something that is innate is more spontaneous and reflected than something that needs to be inculcated because the fact is that no matter how much and how many things you strive to inculcate within you, things that are quite innate with you will always stand out anywhere and everywhere. The simple reason being that such things are displayed in a lot more distinct and well, unique fashion as compared to the latter and that childhood there is just the right stage to transform it and make it innate trust me it is because later on, it just looks a tad bit artificial however strongly one may claim they show it.
Anyhow, I am no authority on upbringing but, when I see these kids and the fragile behaviour their parents exhibit, it makes me wonder if this world has gone too soft or something. I must also make a point here that upbringing these days in different places also creates monumental impact on a kid. I mean I don't have any kind of intention on classifying people here but such is the case that wherever you have spent your life your behaviour and everything else reflects it quite well you know. Before I go on to mention all the things I experienced or was a witness to during my childhood I will out rightly submit to the fact that parents who bring up their kids in a small city environment and then expose them to good quality education and everything else are kind of making mistakes because with this step they will build a bridge that they themselves will find the most difficult to cross and I am currently a victim of such a set of parents, such is the gap that sometimes I just feel that getting through to them was, is and will most definitely be a challenge I ought to win some day or the other.
I mean its no ordinary challenge that we are talking about here, its practically a battle I have been fighting for more than 22 years now, and it seems to me that the soldier has been wounded one too many times, but like every leader of a battalion says, "hit the enemy hard guys", I am not putting my folks in the context of an enemy or anything because I do love them, hell!! at the end of the day they are the reason I am on this freaking planet, but this very thing and all the other things of doing everything for your children does not give any parent the rightful authority of making their child obey to something they believe and he doesn't. To exemplify this in the form the most recent event that throws the maximum light to my approach here is an incident that took place exactly a week from today. My mom and my grand dad had just arrived from Mirzapur and as I had seen this coming my mother found out about the crazy diet that I had been following and out of the many other times, this time it just boiled down to circumstances I could not avoid and to be quite honest here I did not want to since I had seen this coming. I in my right mind decided to face this and deal with it and hoped to get it over with once and for all, so I gathered all the courage and tried my level best to explain to my mother that I had been following this diet plan for a reason, there was a goal I had in mind that I wished to fulfill in a certain duration of time. I tried telling her this, I even went to the extent of explaining this goal of mine to her, but then again I forgot that no matter however I tried putting things in front of her she just would not understand and I told her this and asked her that do you really think that you hold the capacity to understand what I am or about to say to you? to which she promptly responded that you already have assumed that I will not understand so what's the point telling me anyway. I was like, man! it's not that I doubt your understanding but please try and accept the fact that history has been an undeniable testament to this fact that I present in front of you, this same history that mocks you not me in the face and tells you that no you will not since you have not in the past understood it completely. Her only defense in all of this is a standalone statement that you don't know what you are doing, playing with your health is dangerous and I am quite sure you are old enough to observe the consequences of the same in our very own family. Yet, I stood my ground, characterize me as stubborn if you will but I always have and always will stand my ground if I know there is a goal I have set for myself and have a desire to achieve in the time frame I have decided upon. Still she went on and on about how kids my age are fascinated by such physical desires and tend to do all kinds of funny things to fulfill those desires not realizing what they are playing with. I mean common give me some credit here mom, I have done my bit of homework on this and it is something I just wish to see myself achieving or at least try to because even if I don't end up getting there I would be satisfied with the knowledge and understanding that I gave it my best and yet it didn't happen, at least it will bring peace to my mind knowing that I put every ounce of hard work in it to get there yet I did not and quite frankly I am mentally prepared to face that day of non - fulfillment of this personal goal, so what if I didn't make it man, I did try in the hardest possible way I could, I mean for christ sakes I have gone to the extent of giving medical excuses at work as to why I can't drink for a certain time, no fool tries to pull of such monkey tricks unless she/he has a personal motive attached to it. I refuse to be in a situation where there is such a wide gap of communication between me and my folks that no matter what I do I don't get through to them and I am willing to do what ever it takes to prove this wrong because this gap does not widen with age, we all have a choice so I say choose now and choose well because what we do in life echoes for eternity, it really does people.
Haha!! it seems as though I have drifted way too much from the topic of this post. My sincere apologies to that but what can I do when you are faced with such issues you don't really have an option but to express it as and when it comes to you plus it's my blog man, I can do and write what ever I want. I may give a topic that reads father issues and write about politics or sports or anything, but don't worry that's not what I intend on doing although I have started getting this feeling that all this time this is exactly what I am fucking doing. So to get back, my childhood was kind of a really really unforgettable one. I had such wonderful times with friends, family and all the lovely people I have met and remember so far in these 22 and half years. There were people like Cuckoo who were real chillers, he would come to our place in mission compound for dinners and lunches when I was a kid and would stay and chat us up and we would have a lovely time. Then there were times where all my friends like Upasana, Tulika, Dhruv, Divya, Sabrina, Anirudh (Now known as KV), Parvez, Rishabh, Farah, Afreen and many others would come for dinners and lunches and we would really have a good time. The one game I will never forget playing is this silly game called "Ghar Ghar". Oh! man the more I think of this game the more it dawns upon me how much it sucked to the very core, there were 4 of us (Upasana, Tulika, Rohit my brother and me) who used to play this game and there were just these really, really silly things that we used to do in that game like Rohit and Tulika were the same age so they acted like 1 married couple and Upasana and me were the same age so we acted like another couple and then we would invite them over to our place which by the way was a silly ass tree with all sorts of crap to make up for house objects and stuff like that, damn!! Then many a times Upasana would come to my place at mission compound for day long visits and I would make her play cricket with me wherein I would make her bowl for really long and surprisingly she did. Haha!! amazing it really was and then Rohit and me would take our bikes with Tulika and Upasana sitting behind for rides in that small town, all this sort of stuff. Then I would go to Upasana's place and chill with her the entire day, play with her dog Bruno, play video games, have lunch. I think the best time was when one of us hosted a birthday party, that was truly awesome, so many people would come and so may gifts they brought along and the cake and the loads of games we played at each others birthday party, starting from musical chairs to passing the parcel to balloon fight to treasure hunt to pin the donkey's tail and what not man, really cool party's we had and then even if it was not my birthday I would still get a gift for coming to someone's party as a return gift which was also pretty cool, I loved all of it. I wonder if these people I am talking about right now feel the same way I do because back then things and life was so much more simpler with lesser shit to think about and more fun things to do apart from going to school which I think every normal school kid dreads which seems like quite the usual thing to do at that point in time.

My Relatives: Heads and Tails - 2

So, as I had mentioned earlier about my Mami and what a royal bitch she had become god knows acting under whose influence or probably just being a poor judge of the entire situation itself. Anyhow, that is something which can happen to anyone of course. For all I know she must be a little mad at the state of affairs regarding her husband's family situation and all, but what I most hated in that E-mail she sent to my mother was the constant mention of pushing things regarding my grand dad, I mean common dude, grow up and call me old fashioned or narrow minded here but for quite sometime I used to think that it was the sons in the family who were suppose to take care of such things and not make their sister's life miserable like this. I mean even when my grand mom was alive I have heard and seen such incidents that used to make me feel what jerks these two brothers really are. Despite the fact that my mom's elder brother stays so close to my grand parent's house my mother still had to come rushing every time all the way from Mirzapur every time something would happen to either my grand dad or my grand mom. Okay, I agree that it is something she should not be neglecting and she clearly hasn't ever but there's a very thin line between being concerned and caring and having extraordinary expectation from someone for each and everything you know. Clearly, this was the latter. Not to forget the fact that since my mom's younger brother stays outside India he is always too pushy regarding the smallest things and always feels the need to make up for the lack of presence and helplessness due to professional and personal reasons. Dude if you really are so concerned like to show it so much all the time then why the hell do you have to stay outside the country and then poke and pinch at every small thing that's happening at the other end. I am sure he realizes the fact that the two people taking care of his folks there are elder and more mature and more responsible than he could ever be, yet he has to act as though god knows what has or can go wrong even under their watch.
Anyways, moving on from here to similar "magnificent" relatives of mine. Since I have in depth and considerable detail mentioned so much about my mom's younger brother's wife I strongly feel I would be doing injustice if I left out her elder brother's wife here. It just won't be fair you know. So, this woman is even more profound and dynamic a bitch than the one I wrote a freakin' essay about.To start with I just fail to understand what on this beautiful planet it was that my mom's elder brother saw in that woman and decided that he has to has to get married to her no matter what happens even if all hell breaks lose, that is the one thing he must ensure he does before his life comes to a virtual stand still, failing to realize that this woman he is hell bent on spending his entire life with is quite capable and trained to make his life a living saga of misery and regrets, yet knowing all that he went on with it and decided to get married to her and now, fuck!! how I wish I could leave it at NOW, but I just can't. Now things have become even more miserable and pathetic to say the least. She has successfully managed to abandon him from his very own family with involvements and interactions that I don't think she is even aware of since he cannot tell her about them. He comes to look up my grand dad everyday but, I have a very strong feeling that she is not aware of these daily visits. Also, whenever she goes away to her home town or somewhere alone for any reason, that is when he is so much better and at ease and would come to have meals with us. Its like he is tied to this rope of marriage and no matter what he tries to do he can't get rid of it or untie this knot he tied himself into. To put it very bluntly, he is Fucked for life. Till date I don't know what it really was that made him convince my grand mom and dad about this marriage, what was it about her at that point of time that pushed him to actually having such a conversation, sometimes I think probably she lured him into the marriage and made sure her intentions went completely unknown from there onwards up until the time they were officially declared as a married couple. What a shrewd little bitch ain't she?, but I don't the real deal here so this is just a random guess I've made keeping in mind the kind of person she is. There is absolutely no one and when I say no one I mean not even a single bloody soul in our family who gets along with that woman purely because of the way she is and who she is. Coming to her daughter, like I said before she is just a more perfected and updated version of her mother, outright self centered and in general just too full of herself and overflowing with the kind of attitude one would say after seeing," get over yourself bitch". She just you know thinks too much of herself as though god knows who the hell she is and what world changing stuff she has done her entire doomed life that people should hear and be proud of. Engrossed in her career she has already made a mess of her personal life and that too with flying colors. Till date I repent on the hell I was succumbed to during her marriage in 2008. I mean seriously that was some A-grade variety of crap that I had come across during that entire time. From being forced to walk down the wedding aisle holding that heavy piece of cloth wrapped metal shit to going all the fuckin' way from pragati maidan to punjabi bagh at 3 in the morning to drop her in a car at her in-laws place and then spending time their and coming back not to forget that I was also made to push the damn car in which she was suppose to go there as some customary tradition in the groom's family. I mean Fuck Me!! what on Earth did I do to deserve this, but I had my cold blooded revenge knowing that she got divorced within a year or so after that god forsaken marriage. Sweet!! Honestly it is after experiencing such things I wonder how these people can live their lives the way they do and be the jerks that they are to everyone. Anyhow, I guess for such people destiny is the devil, despicable in all forms and outright delusional until it draws you into itself.
Now, I am presuming that I have written quite a bit about my mother's side of the family, so its time to FLIP the coin and move on to my father's family. Before I go any further there are some things I would like to mention before hand. My father's family is relatively big, he has three sisters and one elder brother which makes him the youngest member of his family and just like the theory goes the most spoilt and pampered one as well. His three sisters my buas or as his family calls them my nani's, two of them are settled outside the country and one i.e. the eldest in his family is in Ahmedabad. His elder brother is a Brigadier in the Indian Armed Forces and is currently posted in Udampur, Jammu and Kashmir. My grandfather i.e. my dad's dad passed away even before I was born as a matter of fact he passed away in the same year I was born. If I can be honest here, my birth was something he was really looking forward to since he had seen all the grand children by saying that I mean up until that time and since he knew I was coming that year from what I have been told he was a little enthusiastic and this is not something I am writing just to brag about myself but it is quite the truth, call me a showoff if you want to but that's really not the point I am trying to make here. Now that I have given a little insight on this, let me get back to the point and continue from where I left off. His side of the family really doesn't have any such people whom one would hate like the ones I have spoken about and now that I closely think about it, there aren't any such despicable relatives he has.
More on his side of the family in my next post, for now I leave you with this and much more to think about once your done reading this.

Cheers and take care.

Anuj Das.

My Relatives: Heads and Tails.

Well, as far as my family is concerned, my mom's side and my dad's side like I said before have some wonderful as well as those relatives that one doesn't like to talk about, but this is my blog so I shall write whatever seems right to me in any way. Starting from my mother's side like always ladies first. Her side of the family is undoubtedly quite big. For starters her father has six or seven brothers and two sisters. Quite unfortunately he is the only sibling alive amongst all of them as far as I know, I maybe wrong also but never the less. From what I have been told by my mom he is the youngest of the lot, his elder sister i.e. Sheel aunty passed away recently couple of years back and so did my grand mom i.e. my mom's mother. As much or for as long as I have known or have been told about her, she was quite a fun person. She really liked playing cards with her small group of friends she had in Bombay, she used to stay with her youngest son my uncle. She also enjoyed sitting and chatting and cracking jokes and basically having a good time. She was very fond of my father for some reason even I don't know. Her two sons and daughter are also quite fun loving people. The youngest son especially, he is a real dude, I am really fond of him, we call him Babbu Mamu. In India a mother's brother cousin or real is referred to as Mamu. He is a killer guy. Likes to party and drink and have a ball whenever he has an opportunity to and likes to go on holidays too. His son Aman and wife Baby Mami are also lovely people. Aman is in the merchant navy so he's mostly on the ship away from home, real dude he is. Sheel aunty's elder son Gullu Mamu and family stay in Pune. He has two daughters Neha and Megha both are married. One lives in South Africa and the other stays here in Pune only. He is really close to my elder brother Rohit. The reason behind that is Rohit has done his Mechanical engineering from Pune so he was in close touch with him for 5 years. He used to go and spend weekends at his place and visit them quite often. As a matter of fact for Neha's wedding he was involved quite seriously since her real brother Aman wasn't there due to his merchant navy. The wedding was awesome by the way, I also enjoyed although I was just in the 11th grade. Sadly, I could not make it to Megha's wedding due to my semester examinations but thats cool I guess, she does understand all that although I hardly feel that she cares much about the fact that I didn't attend her wedding. God knows man, I wasn't really close to their family like my elder brother. Finally their sister Kuki Masi, she stays in New Delhi only. We refer to our mom's sister cousin or real as Masi in India. She also has a son and daughter. Gaurav bhaiya and Mini didi and both are married with kids.Their family is also really sweet and caring and loving. Kuki Masi is quite close to my mother since probably child hood.
I was once told by Babbu Mamu about this incident where he had gone to meet my mother when she was completing her post graduation in New Delhi and he took her to a Disc and told her to sit at one place while he goes and has a look around the whole place. Haha!! naughty he always was from the very beginning and really mischievous too. All of them have been really close to one another since childhood. They have really had some great times back in the days when they were young and all just like typical brothers and sisters do you know, making each other's lives miserable by irritating one another and playing pranks on each other, all that kind of stuff. Must be real fun having to spend your childhood with so many brothers and sisters around you most of the time. On so many occasions I have heard my mom telling us stories and incidents from her childhood about all of this. Quite fun I must say.
Coming to my mom's immediate family now, she has two brothers one elder and one younger. The elder one is a doctor here in New Delhi and stays pretty close to where my grand dad stays. The younger one is in the United States of America in California. Both of them are married and have a daughter. Now, to be quite honest I don't really like both of them since you know they are kind of weird especially the elder one. The family he has which is his wife and daughter are people I really don't feel like associating myself with, but they are family at the end of the day and one can't really do much about it since acceptance of existence of such family people is something that is quite hard for me. To be really specific here its his wife and daughter and bug the living life out of me and even my elder brother. Both of them are such pathetic people that its just hard to believe what on Earth was my mamu thinking when he got married to this self centered bitch of a woman. I mean is it really so hard to figure such things out and now that he is married there isn't much he can do about it but just play along and continue being miserable like her and their daughter. About their daughter, well for starters she is quite the bitch in continuation of my mami since she thinks too much of herself and tends to feel that just because she is the eldest amongst us all, she should be given importance and shit like that which makes me want to slap her so hard that her jaw just falls in her hand and her bloody face is disfigured for life. A terrible and painful incident of her personal life which I like to make fun of always whenever I can is that her engagement broke shortly after she got engaged and then the thing that really takes the cake is that despite that broken engagement when she did end up getting married to someone, she was divorced within a year of that crap of a marriage since their professional life was not allowing them to give each other any personal time. However you want to put it, everybody knows what the truth is woman, so building a wall of lies won't really help your cause if not make it worse for you. Then, my mom's younger brother, like I said before the unwritten rule of the youngest one being pampered the most in their entire life stands as it is, he was pampered the most in their family and turned out to be quite stubborn and shit. His wife till quite some time seemed all nice and good to me, but then as it turns out she became a total bitch. Firstly, he has a freaking temper problem, always gets really hyper and ends up shouting and being a jerk. I still remember this one wedding anniversary of theirs where he had such a terrible fight with his wife that my mom and her elder brother and my dad had to interfere and stop him from hitting her and shit. Seeing all that happen I felt so bad about his wife and what she went through and stuff but now, I think she bloody deserved all and every single bit of that animal like treatment from him.
I will tell you exactly why I feel this way about her. Early last year during February or March she wrote an Email to my mother titled "A Request from My Heart" in which she wrote about how everything seems so sweet and nice when her husband is on Skype with my grand dad but how no one gets to see the real ugly picture of what follows after. She went on to hold my mother responsible for them not being able to have a second child and how her husband because of responsibilities towards my grand dad was not being able to find any time or pay any attention to their 8 year old daughter and the kind of tension he was always in regarding my grand dad and the pressure of living in another country and his job and shit like that, she went to the extent of writing something like this," I am sure he(my grand dad) would not want to outlive his own son." Screw you bitch, if you feel that way how about talking to your husband regarding all this first and then forming any kind of opinion about it, I mean can you even imagine some one living in a place like California and having such a narrow minded approach towards such family situations, God!! such people don't deserve anything in life man. Also not to forget the fact that she even mentioned how thinking about all this all the time has got her husband dark circles around his eyes and his vitals are not too good and stuff like that. Fuck you man, don't you ever think before you even say such things to anyone. Spelling out your husband's misery to his sister is no way of making your intentions clear you know.
Anyways, this is just a glimpse of what is to come from me regarding my family relatives. As disappointing as it may seem there are such people in this world who are part of my family out of all the other families on this entire planet. I am ending this here, but more to come in my next post for sure. A pondering thought before I make my trademark signing off from here. After reading all this where does one stand on taking care of one's parents once they have lived majority of their lives and want to live the rest of it rather more peacefully and even more satisfied seeing the people whom they created and nurtured be a part of it and be happy and content living their own personal lives and not like this, all miserable and full of burdens. Think about it!!

Cheers and take care people.

Anuj Das.

The Beginning!!

Okay so, I was born in 1988, in an Indian hospital at Varanasi on the 10th of November. For some weird reason I take this number 10 to be my lucky number. I really have no explanation as to why it is my lucky number but I just like relating myself to it. Anyway, so unlike many other Indian kids I was born quite fair and had a really cute face, eyes and all of that. Not to mention the fact that my grand mom mistook me for a chic that very instant and since I was a new born I wasn't entitled to hold grudges or be embarrassed or maybe tell her that please think before you speak. Being the younger one I have had quite a pampered childhood which I don't seem to understand the logic of. I mean just because I was born after another kid in my family from the same person I get to be pampered more than that person who was born before. In a way you are discriminating you know and trying to tell my elder brother that he was born after you so things will be different for him, its your choice dude take it or leave it. This is just categorizing on one level and its not really fair for the other child. Is there any kind of rule that says the youngest kid in a family gets to be pampered more than the elder or eldest kid. If there is its a bloody silly rule you know.
Coming back to me, my childhood was quite wonderful in a lot of ways, my mother's cooking, the awesome food she always has cooked for me as well as for my elder brother. Point to be noted here that mom's cooking is the fucking best cooking in the whole wide world and there is absolutely nothing, nothing that compares to that kind of cooking. Trust me, I have had the opportunity to have meals at some of the best places in this country at least and I can very very confidently say this. Also, if anyone reading this wishes to taste my mom's cooking your welcome to do so. Get in touch with me and I shall make you have food like you have never tasted before ever in your life.
Then, there was our entire family, dad's side and mom's side. Wonderful people although, there are some disturbing elements as well but then again nobody is perfect you know. During my childhood days I stayed at a place called E-Hill in Khamariah because my dad is in the carpet business and he worked for this company E-Hill at that time so, they had an entire residential compound accompanied with a commercial and factory place for the employees. The house we stayed in was really big and amazing. I made so many friends out there, went to a school in the city which was a little far from there called Mount Carmel School. A lot of the other kids in E-Hill went there so it was great fun. Me and my brother used to go in this car filled with the other kids and then that car would take us back home once school was over. An amazing friend I made there was this kid called Rahul, during my stay over there we became very close friends, as a matter of fact for me he was my best friend at that time. We were in the same class at Mount Carmel and used to roam around the entire compound playing Cricket and all kinds of sports and I use to often go to his house and spend time with him and he used to do the same, it was great fun for me and then on birthdays we used to have an amazing time whether it was his birthday or mine or some other kid in the compound, we always were invited and went together and played birthday games and won prizes and what not. Even his family people and my folks were very good friends. His mother Neelima aunty and his father Ashok uncle were really nice people. He had two sisters also, Richha and Namrita. He was the youngest followed by Richha and then Namrita. Unfortunately, after quite some time his father passed away because he developed brain tumor as I correctly recall, it was really very hard on him and his entire family. I can't even imagine what he must have gone through all those years without a father. Gosh! its horrible to be in such a situation and that too at such a tender age. Later he moved out from there and went else where and we lost touch after that.
I do have some really good and bad memories spending my childhood over there. The good I have already written about, the bad ones weren't exactly horrible or something but yes at that time they seemed quite bad. There was this incident where I got hit with a cricket bat on my forehead on the side by none other than, my elder brother Mr. Rohit Das who despite warning me so many times to stand a little far back ended up hitting the bat right on my forehead. To be very honest it was my fault since I didn't see that coming but, it was a horrible sight after that, I bled like insane, my mom got so worried and yelled at Rohit so much and the compound doctor was called, he had to give me injections and put stitches on my forehead and it was really frightening since it was so close to my eyes. Till date I have a mark right next to my left eye of the stitches that were put, not to forget that I cried and cried and cried my heart out seeing myself in that state.

Life over there was quite fun and memorable too. I wish I could go back in time and be there and have those friends all over again. I would love to stay at that house and play with all my friends and have loads and loads of fun.

So, this was a small chapter of what is to come from my 22 year long life. I know it maybe boring and shit but, to me it was amazing and unforgettable.

More from me on Khamariah and about my mom and dad and my elder brother Rohit.

For now adios!!

Cheers and take care... and stay strong everyone!!

Anuj Das. 

Life and the Back Crap Crazy Lessons!!

You know, I don't want to sound like one of those ridiculous authors but come on guys lets face it, life does make you learn lessons either the harder way or the less harder way, I am not saying the easy way since there ain't any, thats only for those people who have everything in a bloody silver spoon for them, sorted, arranged and organized to the very last bit if you may please at any point of time. Requirements met, people at your beck and call always and the best part, you get to have the best of almost every damn thing in this world, be it the things you like or dislike or enjoy or crave or whatever dude, you just get the most exclusive and the best possible version of it for the sole reason that you are a part of a group or family that wants you to have such an amazing experience when it comes to anything in this whole wide world.
Why must they get all the cake walks in life huh? Don't ordinary people like you and me deserve such cake walks, I mean what did I ever do in life to not deserve such things, I am not saying I have had a hard and cold life but, never the less I was not born with a silver spoon stuffed right in my mouth going down my bloody throat and into my gold plated stomach and out from my diamond studded ass. Damn!!
Anyways, who is to blame who for such things. So, coming to my original point, the invaluable lessons we get to learn from this adventure of life as the silly authors may put it, but lets be honest here its not exactly an adventure we look forward to or something but at times a disaster we hoped and wished would end that very moment and make us go back to being the ordinary people that we are, but yes these lessons have their time and place of occurrence just like the winter and summer solstice's and the lunar and solar eclipses, although not in the same frequencies and patterns but yes more so fixed for certain occasions. At times these lessons make us see what this world is really about and the kind of ridiculous people who are unfortunately a part of it, and at times it splashes the much hated water on our faces at early morning just so we can wake up and come to terms with reality. Yes it is this reality and facts of life that gives a beckoning call to each one of us at its decided time and place and makes us peep into the future and all sorts of things that some of us refuse to see at that point of time and why wouldn't we refuse, its our future after all, who the hell is reality and its panel of shocks and surprises to decided that yes now is the time for this person to see that so lets do this. That is back crap crazy people if you look at it this way that is.
But yes, each of one us is born different and goes through different types of childhood upbringings and is imparted different sets of values and morals and shit like that which I don't know makes a person feel that yes since I think in that tangent about these things I am a little different from the rest of the bunch, no your not, who are you to decide that? If opinions and views and perspectives were the ones that made people different can you imagine the length,breadth and depth of the social classes that would exist based on such criteria's of each individual. Again that is Back Crap Crazy.
So, yes you might be thinking why on earth am I writing about everything but the lessons that maybe I learnt the harder or less harder way in my life? The answer to that is not because its my blog and I do as I please but to be quite honest there's a whole lot of things on my mind as of now and believe it or not I am just writing  stuff as it comes to me, the awesome feeling of being spontaneous is what I am truly trying to cherish and savor for myself, so my apologies to anyone who I don't know is remotely interested in reading this crap because trust me this is just crap that I am spontaneously writing and writing and writing, maybe for the thrill of it or maybe because there is a personal sense of enjoyment and interest I have in doing such things.

Let me sign off this post by saying one thing which believe it or not I hope and pray always remains in every human beings soul and yes I came up with this one line my self so I take credit for it.

May Relentlessness Abide in Everyone's Soul till Eternity.

Cheers and take care.

Anuj.

Intro!!

Yes, I like many others have fallen into the vicious circle that is web logging or blogging, call it whatever you feel like, but yes I wanted to do this or it was on my mind for quite some time now. Finally, I have taken out the time and effort to go through with it. I don't really know if I am at a level or stage where I could say this but never the less, its my blog I might as well do and say as I please at least here, I write considerably well when it comes to expressing one self on paper or digital pages. However, I feel this is one opportunity I have, to make use of all the freedom that the internet and courtesy the world wide web provides an internet user with.
Now, I really haven't planned how I will go about writing stuff or posting stuff on this blog of mine, but yes I will just be spontaneous with it because that's how I like things to be - spontaneous. The concept of as and when pleases me a lot and makes me feel at ease with myself. Although, I will also say this that I do plan out certain things in my daily life but then again those are really specific activities like hitting the gym, workout schedules, diet plans, when to eat, what to eat etc. So I guess thats cool with me since its quite helpful. I don't know how many people might be interested in reading all the stuff that I would be posting in the future but again like I said all of that doesn't really bother me, I do not care for that much because I am not a public pleaser. I don't usually do or like or prefer doing things to please people and since I know such kind of people in my life I hate it all the more when I see what the end result is when those people really try too hard at times just so they could be satisfied knowing that the other person is pleased or happy or satisfied with what they did to please them. Why would anyone want to do such things man? Beats me!!
Anyway, so this is the first of the many posts that I am going to do in the future, so whoever is reading I thank them for doing so and yes I hopefully promise to give you exciting stuff to read and be as much interested and excited as I am while writing that kind of stuff because trust me I am just going to go over board on most occasions while writing on different experiences in my life and about different people that are or were or maybe a part of my life in the near future. Again Happy Reading!!
Cheers and take care.
Anuj.

P.S.: Yes this is how I will sign off on every post because its MY BLOG and I want to do so.