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MAMA’S BOY
So, then you are a mama’s boy?
Such an intellectual question! And really was I left pondering? Tinkering? Scratching my hair to baldness?
Friday’s are the best days for me…no..no…you are getting me wrong…yea..not coz it’s a Jumma day and I do ‘namaaz’…no…but coz that’s the day I return home…return home to kalyan…back to my home…from the absurd room life…from pune..
So was this Friday…happy was i…managed to get a seat in the heavily crowded… Mumbai bound deccan express…
Yeah…I would like to add…that boarding this train from khadki (which is usually what I do)…is nothing less than chivalry…managing to squeeze yourself through the crushing…grumbling crowd..and lugging along with you is your baggage…is really an adventure of some sorts..
But this time I was in no such chivalrous mood…and I boarded the train from pune…managed to get a seat…it was gr8..i wasn’t going to stand for 3.5 hrs…sahiiii!!!
The remaining of the seats…were occupied promptly by the squeezing people…
The seat…immediately next to me…was occupied by a Sardar…a well groomed sardar…a black turban…well grown thick beard and an economic times occupating his eyes…in the mid 30’s may be…not the kind to strike an chord easily with and I preferred peeping out of the window rather than trying to chord him to resonating tunes…
Lucky though I was…the seat next to me on the other side was occupied by a polished youth..i say…a pepsi..cafe-chino (kick of cola with the kiss of coffee)…sipping on it…
A bright coloured shirt and a cargo to cover his torso…
Being of somewhat similar age…I managed to strike a conversation with him…
So I found out…he belonged from pune…from a well to do..infact rich business family…working currently in a call centre…but he preferred calling it as ‘customer service representative’…
So we got a know how of each other…inputs from both sides makes a conversation better…a two way dialogue is always better than a monologue…and so…we enjoyed the conversation…
Well…he asked me if he can smoke and I showed him the no smoking banner put up on the train’s interior…well..he was a bit disappointed…hmmm..
“do you smoke?’..he asked me…and a “no” was the prompt reply from me…
“do you booze?”…another one…and the same reply from me…
two questions two replies…but the third one…really…caught me clueless…
“so you are a mama’s boy then?”…I was faced with this question and I couldn’t reply…as if I was giving a viva…hmmmmm…I just warded off the question with a smile…and a shrug…that’s the way we usually do…
so…I was caught unaware…the timing of the query was such…
not smoking…not boozing…mama’s boy…well the chronology of q’s…I don’t get the relation between these three parameters though…how does they relate to each other..?
does this mean that all those who smoke…all those who booze are not mama’s boy…they no longer remain attatched to their mama…
or does this mean that all those who don’t booze and all those who don’t smoke a joint…are cuddled up in their mama’s laps..? they are overprotected..?
does the question means this..?
or does it points out to another possibility..?
the answer to this question…and the answer the boy xpected from me…I tried to guess…but it still eludes me…much like the mysteries of the Bermuda triangle..
whats the hell does that means friends…
the point I am trying here to make…by writing this long blab la bla…doesn’t really bothers me to find the answer…but the way…the gen-x thinks…
I do belong to gen-x…but may be I am mama’s boy…in their terms…
And …I am yet to come to terms with their terms…or rather I would like to put it this way…I don’t want to come to their terms…
Just try googling…if you find the answer…google is growing pretty fast..
Have a good day…!!!!!
Falooda
Bus Travelling or Falooda?
“Bhai Khadki station jaoge kya? Kitna lagega?”
‘60 rupaiyya hoga bhaiyya’…came the answer…
and the duo sat in the autorickshaw.
I was waiting a couple of feets away on the bus stand at pimpri waiting for a pune municipal transport bus…minutes later the bus came and I reached the same destination, Khadki, at the expense of mere & 7 Rs. We all don’t need any great mathematician to tell that I saved Rs. 53 in the same affair as compared with the duo who went in auto. Did I mention that I reached the destination earlier than the duo?
Well..this is not an isolated case…yes…for sure. Many of us consider travelling by buses as inferior. I don’t know the reasoning behind that and would like to know.
Agreed, motion sickness may be a criterion. For those who don’t know, motion sickness refers to nauseating and vomiting associated with bus traveling. Agreed the cases exist.
But barring few exceptions, most of the youth today consider it inferior to travel by bus. It seems as if their prestige is hurt. And the matter of prestige gets even bigger when one is along with their girlfriend. Did I mention that the duo I mentioned was too a youthful couple?
Fine, it all depends on how much our pockets weighs? How much can an individual afford and it’s a matter of individual choice, fine. But does it require intelligence to tell that even if you can afford, it is logical to save where ever you can?
No, one isn’t prepared to pay a buck to the municipal transport, but forget the heavy tips one pays in restaurants, its matter of pride isn’t it? A tip of rs 5 for a coke of rs 10…wow!!!!!!!great…kya baat hai?
This isn’t about saving money friends, this is about the attitude, the thought process which is definitely going wrong somewhere…
Travelling by coolcabs and taxis doesn’t make anyone feel superior nor do traveling by bus or train makes anyone inferior. Its all in the corroded thoughts.
Many still look upon bus travelers as a poor fellow. Bus travelers are usually associated with the poorer sections of the society. The condition has worsened so much, I’ll narrate my own experience….
‘a friend of mine has been waiting alongside me for a bus for 5-10 mins, no possibility of any hurry or importance noticed. The guy however after waiting for 10 mins for a bus quietly called for an auto and paid doubled the amount’. When later asked about this, the friend calmly replied “arre samne se woh ****** aa rahi thi na, kaun bus ke liye ruk-kar ijjat ka falooda karke lega?”
I still remember the falooda…I mean…I just pity my friend and his damn thinking.
This is not uncommon case and is more prevalent than not, and just wonder whether it will ever change.
Well…any more faloodas for the taking!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Dahavi cha base
Dahavi cha base?
‘Arey Rohan abhyaas kar, ata tu aathvit gela aahes, dhavi cha base asta, neet abhyaas kar’
The day, 30th april when our results were out and i graduated to standard 8th…no …no CBSE, no ICSE…our very own Maharshtra board for higher secondary education….yes..the day i passed std 7th…these were the words that my mom first told me.
yes…Dahavi cha base…meaning the foundation for stad 10th….a new zeal to approach std 8th.
But i still remember the most important thing about getting in std 8th was the change in uniform code…yes now we were allowed to wear full pants…till seventh they were shorts…wow…full pants…
still wonder what was the enthusiasm all about…’Dahavi cha base’ or Full pants?????
Get your basics right sonna…all the higly qualified profs and persona used to tell us..get ur basics right..
yes the basics….a new zeal.
the zeal was very evident for the first few weeks…regular studies…i did and mom saw a new change..a new goodie goodie son..an obidient and a studious one…a changed rohan..wow..all for the first few weeks..
then the basics…base..all gradually disappered and the only thing that remained was the full pants…
i scored about a percent or two less in 8th than in 7th grade…the basics…
dad told…tuzhya hatat ’stainless steel chi wati dein, shankarrao chowkat (a place in my hometown in kalyan) bas roz sakal-sandhyakal’…means i’ll provide u with a stainless steel bowl…go and sit at the crossroad…u’ll earn a lot..
i used to show resentment at their attitudes…and with my voice raised i reiterated…’me dahavit karin na abhyaas’…i would study in standard 10th’
but no..they wouldnt budge..coz the base for 10th begins in 8th…and they were damn sure abt it…my voice raised and mellowed gradually but the base in stad 8th never was affected.
i scored 2 percent lesser in ninth and for the first time i drooped below the 70 % bench mark….did i told u that the benchmark for my elder sister was 90% and she never ever dared to get below that..and she never did…
i breached my bench mark however…and the stainless steel bowl and the place at shankarrao chowk was now showing a brighter picture…and my dad was more so sure about it’
i calmly replied…pudchyawarshi karin na…and the same..bla bla bla…’basics kachha asel tar pudhe kaay karnaar’…if basics are weak what will you do in future?
the tenth standard came and the zeal came…i had told them…dahavit karin mhanun…would make it in tenth..i had to stand by my words…regular studies….and presto 85 %…no not in unit test….no not in prelims…yes….in the finals….
suddently the stainless steel bowl vanished…and the forms for securing in a good college…yes for science…replaced it. And i secured the admission in a college nearby…
11th std…12th std….MH-Cet…and now a final year BDS student…all this has happened over the years…but i still wonder ‘where does the basics lie??????..in ur textbooks…in ur aptitude…in ur parents nagging…..in ur attitude…??????
where does it lie?…may be it lies in that stainless steel bowl and shankarrao chowk…!!!! if i find it i would surely let you, know…..that i have found the ‘BASICS’!!!!
Phoren tag
What is this ‘Phoren Tag’?
My elder sister, ‘didi’ or ‘tai’ as they are generally referred to as…but I never user these references… ‘Brinda’ was a good proper noun for her reference…
So Brinda was excited…excited for she got scholarship in an university…university of texas at Houston…100 % scholarship…coz without that its very difficult for an middleclass family …like ours to send their kids to U.S. for higher studies…
Well, bags packed..infact…overpacked, and still lots left, but for the weight restrictions per baggage in accordance with the rules as laid down by Air-India. Still..clothes…sweaters..(beti wah par thand jyada hogi na!!!)…all masalas…(waha par kya pata kaisa khana hoga!!!)…and other daily utilities…all packed…packed to utilize every inch of space provided by the VIP suitcases..
I was more excited..to tell my friends that my elder sis studies in U.S…and that too.. ‘seena fulaye huye’…just it made me feel so proud…coz my sister was going to pursue her higher studies in U.S….wow!!!….henceforth I always made it a point to raise the topic of bros or sis…ask my frnds about them and then in return …even when unasked…return the favour by conveying.. ‘meri behan US mein PG kar rahi hai’..did I mention ‘seena fulaye huye’.
Now…2 years whizzed by…my sis completed her PG, MS in pharmaceutical administration…2 yrs…filled with yahoo chats…webcam relays…and weekend phone calls…2 yrs…. ‘seena fulaye huye’…
Now whats this fuss about US return?..whats is this US tag? What is this “phoren’ tag?
Did she gain something more..obviously ..she did…!!! More exposure…more vistas for experimentations…more insight of the international market and so on…
She earned while being learned…another asset…and obviously she earned the phoren tag…
For a layman…layman I consider all those who blindly go ga-ga over the phoren tag…the tag matters most…
I am not going to further advocate on behalf of our IIT’S or IIM’s…am not going to go ga-ga over our own international quality of education or give an insight about our masterminds….i am in no position to comment on that…
I just pose one question…?..what does this tag mean?…why does our Indian public go crazy about this tag?…
Even I had this ‘air’ about my sister getting this tag…and now I often wonder…what is that that I was proud about..?
Obviously..my sister is well placed in a good firm..(MNC should I mention)…but that is more attributed to her brain-box and her qualifications rather than that US tag…isn’t it?
Just help me know more about ths thing….





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