Disclaimer: A part of this post is registered in my eyes, so not to be generalized. No offence to anyone/any name mentioned below. Especially to the Booz lovers, I mean really no offence or any derogatory intention, considering the negative connotation surrounding the words describing them. I tried Drinkers..even that sounded offensive..Drunkards, Boozers they all sound absurdly offensive..I mean I could not help it and I sincerely regret it as it is completely unintentional and they are just plain “words” written for fun, as always! Also, I dedicate this post to my friend “the God’s child”, after some complains over my experimental writing style in the last post and also that child (बालक :P) is the only one who still believes in me and not even me myself. Thanks so much!
Well, my entire life, I have been doing nothing but observing people and surroundings. It’s a very strange phenomenon, this thing called “Observing”. For me this very act of observing has become an Observance of sort. In my life this observance holds a significant place as this is a series of rites which I undergo to satisfy the self senses on the very daily basis. Tucked away quietly in the corner, is the beautiful me exercising the phenomena of this sort of corrupted/perverted “Observance”. Observing though is ONLY good to a POINT, Yes to a POINT, the saturation one. Coz once people start giving it back to YOU, it backfires big time with your ass burning like bushfire. It’s a very dangerous proposition and one should take due care before the observance of the every observing cycle, like one sacred occasion I nearly got my ass whipped, only due to this extraordinary capability of mine called observing. God Forbid!
I have been searching for a dream job for ages now and the Gods have not been kind to me a least bit. Though recently God has helped me figure out my Dream job and that is nothing but being a traveler of life and culture as it exists on this beautiful planet. My cravings for a Foreign Service job are nothing but a deep inner desire to explore the pristine beauty of this amazing world full of diverse culture or to meet some of the Legends of the past. Nah! That’s another requirement, not possible in these turbulent times called the present.
Observing!
Well, my entire life, I have been doing nothing but observing people and surroundings. It’s a very strange phenomenon, this thing called “Observing”. For me this very act of observing has become an Observance of sort. In my life this observance holds a significant place as this is a series of rites which I undergo to satisfy the self senses on the very daily basis. Tucked away quietly in the corner, is the beautiful me exercising the phenomena of this sort of corrupted/perverted “Observance”. Observing though is ONLY good to a POINT, Yes to a POINT, the saturation one. Coz once people start giving it back to YOU, it backfires big time with your ass burning like bushfire. It’s a very dangerous proposition and one should take due care before the observance of the every observing cycle, like one sacred occasion I nearly got my ass whipped, only due to this extraordinary capability of mine called observing. God Forbid!
To elaborate more lucidly, In some of the observing cases, it has been observed that the observer was himself being observed, which actually led to the disillusionment of the observer’s extraordinary illusion of being an observer. Well that’s what has happened this year. Almost entire my life, I have gone through under the table, unnoticed, invisible, but all of a sudden, I am the only thing visible to any damned random naked eye. But yeah as usual, I could never tell you what was been observed off me, except for the facts which I observe myself.
Observance case study-The Drunkards and the Holy Smokers!!
2 Sardars are breaking the ice, crushing it in to pieces and literally breaking some hard bones. The Sardars are quite the characters of the company I work in and are worth mentioning here.:p One of them is awfully diminutive but an awesomely dynamite fellow. He is also the chirp machine of the company. The chirp machine can chirp for years with the exception of the task at hand. The Ice has to be crushed such that the beers could be stored chilled for the unlimited Booz sessions to follow.
"Bloody hell, I broke the Beer Can" the diminutive Sardar Said, “Don’t worry, it wont be wasted” The other one replies. The other one is the guy nobody wants to take on, the Man is in the salary supply department and a serious Booz lover or Boozer.
“What the hell am I doing here?” I think to myself as I help sardars load the 2 volvos with insurmountable Booz. “Basically Observing” in came the inner voice. This was some office trip to some jungle, but the jungle was the least bit on any one’s mind. It was a Booz trip for the Boozers. The entire trip was an alcoholic scripted saga. Part of this amazing saga were some people who wanna show their strengths of what they call are their amazing drinking capacities without taking in to consideration their overly splendid spilling capacities. They spill either through the conventional mechanism of physical overload or they spill the beans due to the mental burden of life. Basically, the world changes...”do hell with the world", they all say.
I have no idea what the drunkards or the boozers feel as I can never really Booz to its full affect but I do like “how they feel”. :p
Throughout the history of mankind, people like me belonging to the teetotaller race have been cussed and cursed quite heavily. But what the drunkards really do not know is that how much the teetotallers enjoy and love observing these purified souls committing the ultra holy acts. For an instance, I really enjoy listening to a dude who becomes a “dud” and tell some fascinating after- alcohol stories....Oh I forgot about the Holy Smokers, I wanna highlight here all those babes who smoke and I feel like telling them that they already are quite SMOKING and this procedure of smoke only intensifies the heat and the passion in my observance rite. ;) Aaah the Holy smoke!! Smoking kills but they all willingly kill themselves to apparently live more.-->They all just say it and they all die freaking out. Ok, enough of the smoking alcoholic monologue. I myself am not some saint but a satan. Nevamind..:D
Dream Job!
I have been searching for a dream job for ages now and the Gods have not been kind to me a least bit. Though recently God has helped me figure out my Dream job and that is nothing but being a traveler of life and culture as it exists on this beautiful planet. My cravings for a Foreign Service job are nothing but a deep inner desire to explore the pristine beauty of this amazing world full of diverse culture or to meet some of the Legends of the past. Nah! That’s another requirement, not possible in these turbulent times called the present.
I really wish my job profile could have been of the likes of the Great Columbus or the Great Vasco da gama Or perhaps the most renowned medieval traveler, the Great Ibn batuta. Seeing my own country from his eyes would have been the ultimate treat while serving the stubborn yet a fine administrator Shah Mohammed bin Tughlaq, possibly the greatest Islamic ruler India ever saw! Tughlaq in India has almost become or being used as synonymous to being bold or being like a risk manager.*(Chak de India’s main character was called Tughlaq..I seek forgiveness for a silly instance :p). Or I could have met the founder of our present foreign services code and conduct, the Greatest and my personal favorite, The Chanakya also known as Kautilya. For the present times though, Nicolas Sarcozy’s hot wife Madame Carla Bruni would be a nice rendezvous.;)
Now, I can really cut short some cut throat competitive exam hassles and could rather seek some nice capital inflows into my personal bank account to become a true traveler of this planet traversing thousands of miles. But capital is another issue. This is not an easy world....”gone were the days” for a nomad of a character born in the 20th century. Worst timing--> fenced or Sealed Borders, passport, visa and capital fiasco world!! :(
My Babe!(Formerly, Aston Martin)
Though it’s just a machine and it’s not my life either but it is a thing which drives me and takes me to places. Not always to the intended ones, but yeah it does take me places. She is the only babe in my life for which I aesthetically invested back in ‘09. I love her as it has been the lone carrier of my life in the recent past....It's been 2 years and we have been happily married .Nah not 2 years ..It’s a mutual synergy affair. So it’s 4 Years!!:p Though, I date back to the late mid eighties and she is a 21st century babe, still quite astoundingly, the car encompasses my life and its current situation.
The recent weekends!
Getting away with my Babe to an unknown destination, I start to sum up my life experiences. I am in to the first gear and the car was barely moving before I switched it on to the second, which is still darn slow and along came the reasons of all my frustrations, rudeness and pain which were some bruises from some fallen relationships. Though, it still did not suffice the situation and my mind needed some reconditioning so I took the third gear and along came some broken dreams and some distinctly unglamorous companies for which I worked. I thought about my ruined professional cum personal life but for some how things were not moving ahead and then I realized that both my mind and my babe’s engine were overheating as I never really pulled the lever for the fourth gear. But I finally did and along came the picture of the trauma for which I can simply blame people and circumstances to set my ego high. But then a part of me wanted to set it right and free. This state of my consciousness wanted me to take things as they are, it wanted me to forgive people and forget things and so I pulled it to the fifth gear and it was now a free flowing state. This was the state of pure solitude of consciousness and it is a state which is happy being alone, it is at ease with its own. It finally believes in 'Let it be'....
Yes let it be....it is! Following my babe’s recent road crash has made me bury all those pains. Yeah she is hurt bad and I realized that it’s part of life and we both have to move on!
For the whole life we keep searching happiness in others and give weightage to the momentary events of joy but the real happiness may reside deep there in our own soul. I intend to search for it and live abundantly :)
Happy 2012 to you all!!
जय श्री कृष्णा!
