Monday, January 25, 2010


Kicking the dust, letting wind ruffle their hair, while the sun shone from between the clouds, Sridhar and Buddy enjoyed the flight of their bodies hopping on the road. Catching butterflies and in an effort to make them dance on his nose, failing every time, Sridhar never ceased to bet with Buddy, catch them and while he turned his spine the umpteenth time, the butterfly flew away with eternal glory, leaving an innocent frown on his face, much to the amusement of Buddy. As if an antidote for the hot tempered, dewy-eyed Sridhar, Buddy performed his all-time favourite Dhum-Pichak-Dhum twist shouting at the top of his voice,
"Hanse ab Hum aur Tum..Dhum Pichak Dhum..Kaahe Ko Gussa Hote Ho...Dhum Pichak Dhum...Ab to ek Step maar de yaar...Dhum Pichak Dhum!!"
Seeing Buddy with his front teeth constantly biting his lip, hands moving like a traffic police man signalling the vehicles to go, body swaying perfectly like a sine wave, Sridhar couldn't control laughter fits until he joined too. Humming their own songs, strumming the air with their hands, they ran fast till they zoomed past the house, the one where Sridhar lived with Buddy!

Located in a small colony, a house painted white, meant for four, was the Home-Sweet-Home for both of them. Mrs. and Mr. Panigrahi, Mr. Panigrahi's father, Sridhar and Buddy resided there as a happy family. Buddy had been christened by Sridhar and they were so close to each other that nothing, noone, no distance, no condition could separate them, would separate them. They roosted in the same room, went to the same school, wore similar clothes, took active participation in every mischief, in fact masterminded it, though it was Sridhar who was always caught for being naughty. It made him a little envious of Buddy but then watching Buddy in trouble was the last thing on the earth he ever wanted. Moreover, he knew the dexterous impression he had on his teachers and the armor of this impression always saved him on the Parents Meet.

When the sun soothed a bit in the evening, they went out to the nearby park to play football with their folks. The stimulus the game provided was enough to send Sridhar in a frenzy. He was passionate about it. The ball after being kicked by a fidgety lad, stopped by Sridhar, dribbled for a while, passed to Buddy, who missed it and the ball landed in the bush. Animated faces appeared from all sides, except him, who looked rather embarassed, just before Sridhar shouted, "C'mon boys! Easy!" Buddy couldn't think of playing the game, let alone mastering it. He was bad as bad could be but never would he quit trying and he did it all for Sridhar who loved to have him playing by his side. He kept trying in vain until he was totally down and out and waited for his partner to come back with clothes stained and greased with mud. They stayed there even after others had left, waiting for the stars to adorn the silhoutte of the sky, under whose cover they would explore the vast horizons of their thoughts. Sridhar always considered Buddy as his alter ego and that helped him talk candidly about the nuances and intricacies of every lesson they had learnt from their teacher, their Guru called Life! They hashed over science, disputed over sports, rolled on satire, pointed out each others flaws, high-fived on every second thought. This tête-à-tête ended when the watchman came tapping his stick and the two ran over the bushes, on the pathway, out of the gate and ran till they reached the gate of their house where they waited and laughed for five good minutes.

Such was life! Their love grew with every passing day, in fact it grew exponentially! They never knew it because there was nothing as love or hate between them, they just knew they were each others pillars of strength, they loved each others company, one understood what was on the others mind before he spoke out a word, it was all that mattered. Life couldn't be better.

On a lazy Sunday morning, while Mr. Panigrahi and his father were having a heated discussion on the policies of the government and Mrs. Panigrahi applied strawberry marmalade on the toast, Sridhar and Buddy came out of their bedroom in their night pajamas and took their seats. Knowing that mother would be scoff at him for not getting fresh before taking breakfast, Sridhar winked at Buddy followed by a boyish chuckle. His mother looked wary of him.

She finally asked, "What's with you? Why are you acting queer? Don't think I don't know what you're up to! I'm your mother and I can make out what's on your mind before you can think of it. So be careful! And if you think you're going to get to go with your friends playing football, then change your mind because we are going to the Art Academy today for a Painting Exhibition. Get ready soon! And stop chuckling now!"

"No, Mother! Can I have homemade Makkhan on my bread?" said Sridhar, controlling his laughter.

"Hmm..sure! If that's all you need!"

"Yeah..Mother! That's all."

May be he needed more. Only if she could see the little guy who had dwelled in his cupboard over the years and will continue to, that guy who was Sridhar's best Buddy!

Monday, January 18, 2010

Hey Don't Worry!! Be Happy!!Stay Jaunty!! :)

Worry is a state of mind triggered by any external factor like stress at work(overtime with secretary), lack of finance to satiate your minimum(endless, that is) needs, stress at home(implies from stress at work), your kid scoring 94%(which is 1%less than your colleague’s kid), putting on weight, etcetera, oops, on a serious note, drive to outdo everyone and not being able to achieve the target, stiff competition, pressure from peers, meddling with relationships etc., which is followed by hypertension, lack of confidence, anxiety in the happiest conditions, feeling of loneliness, harsh demeanor and making us appear miserable.

Now as anyone would say, who likes to worry?

But however hard you try, can you avoid worrying?
If it’s not your girlfriend or boyfriend, your career causes anxiety and vice versa. In worst cases, both the conditions haunt together.

If it’s not your boss in the office, it’s your parents who think that you know nothing of life and you must take every step holding their index finger like a toddler and vice versa. Worst case condition applies here too.

Ab jaye to jayen kahan? The condition reminds me of Dhobi Ka Kutta!

Know, research proves little worrying is good but in disproportionate amount is injurious! So all we can do is, if not able to filter it completely, at least bring it down to that non-injurious level!
I read this in a book ‘Who Moved My Cheese”,
The quicker you let go of the old cheese, the sooner you can enjoy the new cheese.
Now if our mood was cheese, quicker we let go of the worries, doubts and fear, sooner we’ll be able to relish a new life glistened by joy!Nahi?

Ever stood in front of the mirror and smiled to yourself when you were actually feeling like a dead duck in the drain!
I have. And trust me, nothing can make you feel better. All the vexation vanishes in thin air as if it was never there.

Such is the power of a smile. So smile guys, smile coz Jaunty loves to see you smile! :)

Worrying was never my sport.

Melancholy n I never shared a good rapport.

I kicked it, punched it, dribbled my way,

If ever it found its way

Into my life, which was pretty OK.

Then one day, it sneaked through the back-door.

The smashing of windows made me aware

Of the intruder who had found its way.

I could fight it anyhow but there was something more

It blackmailed me, strangled my loved ones and seeked entry in my core.

My lares and penates had been knocked sky-high.

With worry, I could do nothing but try.

Time went on and my worries multiplied henceforth.

There was nothing and noone around and all this I loathed.

Troubles grow bigger if you nurse them.

So why not taint them!

I sharpened my tool and glossed it more.

So it pricks it right into its core.

And gave my best smile every time it attacked mine.

The dual would not cease,

Until one day tired and defeated, it left me pleased.

And I knew my smile had the power

If not to woo an urchin,

Then it’s enough to save happiness for a lifetime.

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Friday, January 15, 2010

Sitting Capped, 55 Slapped!

Meghna and Pritish, after a few inky shades in their years of courtship, had managed to lead a moderately happy married life. The moment in hand was a crucial one.

"Aaye hayte youoo-oo-oo, cold hearted Meghna!"

Minutes back,

Bucket of cold water emptied on Pritish.

"Your body's dirt was demolished after one week of upheaval!"



Why some things can't be spoken openly?

It was just another medical problem, causing unbearable, abnormal discomfort! He didn't inform his parents fearing how they'd reciprocate, not friends to avoid news spreading like fire in forest.

His mother during teenage years had apprised him of taking precautions.

It plagued him now. Itch-guard didn't help either!

;) :D

PS: I'm not a winter lover, in fact I despise it, frost bite, the kind of clothes making you look more like a bear, sleepy lazy bums all around!

But the fun lies in watching people who are almost aquaphobic or precisely speaking, ablutophobic, mummy runnind behind her kid to catch hold of him and splash water on his body after days or weeks:P

Love it:D
I was a kid too!!*nostalgia*
Hey n I took a bath everyday, almost!!!;)

Kick the blues, have a Jaunty January!:)

Monday, January 11, 2010


I like the crowd in all its spright
Be it black, brown, wheatish or white.

Every color, each with its characteristic
Winnowing the whites, why being so eclectic.

Black and white pebbles get kicked alike
Crows and white doves have the same flight.

Visualize the fumes of the war and the bomb
Does it blow up the negro and spare the blonde?

Michael Jackson, my fancy for him is trite
Even he said, It Don't Matter If You're
Black Or White.

Often, black is even better than white
Stupefied by white, we seldom get it right.

Could we survive a world with no blacks, all white
Tranquility lost, blinded by the flash so bright.

Wonder what's so captivating about them
When we eons ago had paid a huge price even then.

Heard about the put-ons spitting on your back?
Dearest, here black is white and white is black.

Hey!Kind are the choices Mother Nature brews
Chose You though your deeds were dipped in soot!

-Inspired by dearest Moti Bhains who thinks 'Kaala Kutta Is Always Mad' and hence the expression 'Mujhe kaale kutte ne kaata hai kya?'-Height of Racism, that is!:P