After deciding to end up writing blogs I realized, for me, it is difficult to sit jobless. The problem with me is I could not bear boredom. Like every day shower, writing has become a part of my daily ritual. So here I am again writing about my experiences of life.
I am very happy with my decision of avoiding newspapers and news channels. Media has always proved to be negative. All they need is a breaking news. Reporters can be compared to bhadvas (pimp) who are always in search of Nayaa maal to telecast their circumstances nationally. You would speak a single unmindful sentence and your virginity would be devoted to the nation. Then, from youth to senior citizen, from chayevala to paan vaal, from ghar vaali to bahar vaali would be excited to savor your fucking up session.
Where the people are intolerant and trying to pull the pants down of each other, I am sitting in my small room, living peacefully with my books. The green valleys, the chirruping birds, the old authors (a few died ones), the hymns of Guru Nanak, the old country songs, the smiling and laughing kids, the omnibus, the Gajal of Jagjeet Singh, the paper boats, the memories of past girls, the rhythmic rains could never be intolerant for me.
I think no man could stop himself to sink in the memories of past days after hearing Jagjeet Singh’s song: Tum jo itna muskura rahe ho, kya gum hai jisko chupa rahe ho. A life of a man is always swings between three things: First, concern for livelihood; second, the memories of girls and women he made love with; and at last, reminiscences of his gone days. A beautiful night with myriads of stars, a full brimmed glass of whiskey and an old song is all a man need to resurface the deep emotions in his heart.
Nowadays, due to heavy rain in Chennai and flood in my University, I could see a lot of lovely college girls moving from their hostels to palatial apartments for temporary residence. The laughing innocent faces, plain eyes and soft cheeks have always made my journey of life beautiful. All I know about the girls is they want love. You just make her smile, play with her hairs, pinch her nose, peck her cheeks and hold her hands, and she would come along with you whole heartedly. Do not hurt her, just love her.
I know, a few must be thinking, it is better for me to go out and save people stuck in flood, rather than writing rubbish. Do not worry! I have prayed God to save the altruist and let the egoist drown. He listens to the prayers we do. Try it.
Well, I think I have to stop here. I do have a lot of content to read. I am also working on Word power made easy by Norman Lewis, suggested by my friend Vivek Chaudhary who is a scholar. We talked at length about national issues with each other too. When I asked him the secret behind his sharp knowledge, he responded with a smile, ‘Always think, there is someone doing better than you.’ It is just a blessing to have a few friends who are hungry, unstoppable and working to become better every day. I hope my book 'Superhuman In You' will help you as it is helping others.
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