of novels and gym...

Oops….sorry for this late uploading, but I went to see my eye doc and he advised me for refraction, to  check whether my F TV love have gone too far and effecting  my eyes. Reports will come on Tuesday, till then I am sitting with my finger crossed and yes watching midnight shows!

Hi readers how are you. To share with you what blasts I did in past few days, when I was out of this blogging kind of stuff, I would rather prefer to share it slowly and on gazing in spaces in my memory. Try to understand yr, I am not that chotu of Panjabi dhaba and will enumerate the dinner menu.

Ok lets think..From where we left..Talking of my reading instinct, I completed "Sea of poppies". I also read "The Broker" by John Grisham. It's a political cum federal novel with little bit of usual toppings of Mr. Grisham hilarious lines. I purchased the novel from second hand book shop. 

For a person like me who is living on zero income, and handling an extravagant girl friend who always think talking on phone is easier than chatting. May be I can't talk, oh no no I am not suffering from broca's defect, actually I can’t express myself by talking. I can type hundreds of sms to her but no airtel idea suits me of "expressing yourself" while talking. Another reason may be that she gets dominated by  the idea that she is far more entertaining than me, by just saying and no hearing while talking to me on phone, because I reply only yes or no..Or any word less than 5 or 6 alphabets. 

Silence is the most powerful scream…but who cares.

Instead of  buying  a book of some international famed writer by paying 300 bucks, I would rather prefer to spend it on buying some music cd's because I think it is the arena where quality matters, quality costs and quality pays.

Another novel which I am going to tell you about, I got it from my old friend. I went to meet him at his place when he showed me his library, which was according to him, was just a cellar but a cellar of books but according to me it was a vast collection.

I don’t know why people are so less confident of their things, places and personality.

I still remember the warden of my boarding school in my 4th std, who was a retired Colonel from army, always said...”Believe in your assets, whatever you have". 

So after so many searches in that shelve I only found one book. The reason may be either most of the books were biographies of some supernatural men who accidently visited earth. I don’t understand why the hell they write biographies, the same thing I asked from one of my friend. "To know them more closely, so that we can learn from them...” she replied hastily. Ok...Let’s think we will or our younger generation will read the biographies and will inculcate The steps taken by them in their daily life. Then my loud and clear question is, "where is our identity?" by simply intimating them, we will not be able to bring out that uniqueness in us for which the nature made us.

 Do Gandhi ji ever read biographies of George Washington? You may not be able to answer this question but one thing you will agree that he simply did what he felt correct and important to do and became a success. 

Reading autobiographies is good because the person narrates his true life, the problems and how he overcame those obstacles. This may help us to improve our quality of life.

But reading biographies which presume the person to be a perfect creature carved in well planned moulds is a waste of resource.

Another reason may be, most of the novels were love stories(the same stale  stories of guy and a gal and inspire handling all dipped pretzels he gets his love at the end) and were written by writers like Chetan Bhagat,Janvir Singh etc. I categories the works as "station works" because most of them are sold as wheelers on railways or bus stand across the country and purchased by tourist and travelers  to kill the time...and do the postmortem of love in boredom. 

Talking about Chetan Bhagat, the worst grammar..feel like spitting. I don’t claim that my grammar is stupendous but a writer of that fame having such a bad grammar like of a mid school going guys astonishes me. But in country like this there is no reason why things work this way. 

My uncles’ driver listen to Akon and Eminem, even though his English ends with few greetings and exclamation and his signature in this language.

Why Rajnikant works in highly literate area of country, even the fools among the movie goers must have asked how an electric pole can bend but never breaks the actor head. How these stupid movies work there?

Many times she asked me why u talks so nonsense and every time I replied that this whole world seems to be senseless how I can behave sensible. 

I understand the human nature of increasing towards higher entropy but this is disorderliness.., Catastrophic.

Senselessuniverse my blog's name evolved around these reasons.

But here it’s like “chalta hai". 

I also read Mr. Bhagat but I never referred anyone the novel, because there are far more better things to read…U can try Arvind Adiga,Tabish Khair, Tishani Doshi, and many others.

Finally I borrowed "The disclosure" by Michael Crichton from him.

A writer known for Jurassic park and Pirating latitudes, both of which are experimented on celluloid as Jurassic park(Steven Spielberg fame) and Pirates of Caribbean(Johnny Depp fame). Both  the movies proved to be big Hollywood moneymakers. 

For Johnny Depp, I felt really sorry for their divorce. So Mr. Depp now can I date Vanessa parades? take her out for candle light(tube light) dinner near Effil tower. ;-)

Please don’t get angry, last time I asked the question from Marc Anthony and he banged my head on counter saying “from Jennifer with love”

The novel is about office and cubicle politics, set in backdrop of raining weather of Seattle. A city known for grunge music, excellent sausages and Kurt Cobain.

Talking about my progress in gym, I am feeling like giving up. In Past few weeks I am constantly pushing the earth down(ready) 30 times and doing many other things with dumbbells. But I am unable to see any change.  At least I can’t have it like Sylvester Stallone but I could have likes of Toby Maguire kind.

Its human tendency to work result oriented. We work only when we see result or have assurance of that.

How can I continue? Except feeling dehydrated in this season and seeing one or two drop of sweat, how can I feel satisfied?

my silence

As enigma powerfully sung, silence must be heard, noise must be observed....i was screaming from past few days.
while reading this blog either of the following question must popped in your head:
why i was not writing this blog?
        OR
Why i am back now?
some may be encountering both of them...
The simplest and cute answer for this is, i don't felt like...
I don't felt like writing. Now its a strong feeling to return back...

My blog is Midway in the drafts section.

So till then enjoy...:-)

Reading the novel page by page, I found it difficult to understand few lines.

I am always advised by my literary friends to read very refined works of writer after reading a lot others, in other words I wasn't mature enough to read these "Booker" and "Nobel" nominated works. But I don't care, I am in mood to read Gurudev's Gitanjali, the poet who bought the Nobel Prize in literature in 1913, first Nobel to colonial India and then one after another we claimed the last one, received by V. Ramakrishnan. Saying he is PIO (Person of Indian origin). Where were our criteria when “ribosome man” requested for a lab project in India to then Prime Minister Indira Gandhi.

Anyway I liked the way the Nobel laureate replied to Indian Diaspora after getting the prize.

Tit for tat.

In Indian poets Tagore has influenced my life more than others, the reason I don't understand, maybe I have many Bengali friends. If this is valid reason then I have more friends  from uttarakhand, I should be more influenced by Sumitra Nandan Pant.  But exceptions are always inevitable.

Talking about Tagore, I still remember his poems, starting from national anthem which we learnt, and sing daily in morning assembly’s right from kindergarten to Pre University.

Still in many occasion I proudly stand n feel the nationalism rushing through my veins when national anthem is played.

Then in mid school we came across his poem “where the head is held high and mind is without fear"

Whether Tagore helped me in broadening of my spectrum in literature is a controversial aspect for me, but he surely helped me in keeping dreadlocks. Yes! Many times when I encountered inquisitive people asking about my hairs, I escaped by saying that I am copying Gurudev’s.

Talking about  SEA OF POPPIES, it’s a good novel with Bhojpuri as toppings on very excellent English, the choice of words, the sense of imagination, the jargon of mariners, all stupendous.

The story starts in different part of colonial India, Ghazipur and Kolkata, all characters later come under one roof, the IBIS...a ship...And later story ends with two of prisoner escaping from the ship.

The story ends, to be continued in next novel...to be in shelves in few months.

Completing the novel in 14 hours, I was exhausted totally. So i grab a short nap of few hours.

I woke up by sound of my alarm, no snoozing, I thought as I pressed "ok" tab on screen.

I carefully placed the book in my bag and pushed in beneath the bed, postponing the idea of unpacking it.

Facing the power failure in my incredible India, waiting for 3hrs to resume it normally...The next thing I did is to write this blog.

While writing this blog a question popped up in my mind, do i have to write it regularily? I mean on daily basis?weekly? So i thought to seek help from my old friend who is writing loads of blog nowadays,wrote a novel and in middle of another one.
So, what he replied is..that depends on me..huh.. thank you anyway but i knew this answer..depends on me yr.. of course,my blog my rules.

My fellow readers, is there some blog manners or protocol out there, then please let me know.

Haan..continuing my story about my adventure towards gym kinda thing..
The very next morning i called up the man..after few minutes of formalities  i finally reached the point.

"why don't you drop sometime in my gym?" he finally said.
"ok..i'l..for sure" and i wrote his address in my draft.

One thing i missed was to completely unpack my luggage..jst came home n took out clothes,the one i needed. So i opened my trolley and started to arrange things on my bed.
In middle of this, i saw a packet, in fact a gift packet.
Oh the gift, i thought and quickly opened the wrapping. Inside it, was another packet, word "crossword" stamped on it.
With ease than the outer wrapping, inner one opened..hah..to my exitement..thick..yellowish cover with a petal of papaver s.  printed on it.

So she knew, that i liked Amitav Ghosh, I was happy that i have got one more book in my shelf.

SEA OF POPPIES

It's not beyond imagination that i discussed many times amitav ghosh with her, i still remember how i adore "Hungry Tides". But it was beyond imagination that she would give me this book.

I think we should tell the person what we want in present, or there must be any kind of "code of conduct" of giving gifts.

Oh..plz dnt take it other way..i liked her gift but it was just an idea which glanced in my mind.

Ok..if i would have to gift someone, i usually go to giftgallery and then i often get confused..

Ok..what kind of gifts gals mostly like..choclates(nah..too much boring)
Cards(heck..too much formal)
Teddy(no..no..too much childish)
Then what? In the end i buy some choclates n gift it to the the "subject".
Now talking about boys..what do we find good..watches..t shirts..books..a pair of jeans..
I still remember once i compiled all the favorite  songs of my friend to whom i was gifting and made a nice DVD with video animation. Pretty good, he must have  liked it(as i thought).
But unfortunately his pet chewed that DVD and the DVD made it way to litter bin.
Next day wen he told me this incidence, i replied proudly"see..even your pet liked it"
"nah..only dogs like your gifts"as he replied with a mouthful of pastries tucked in his mouth.


Simple adulation,i wanted.But who cares?

Hell..what can i do yr..now i think i'l ask the person what he/she wants me to gift.

Now coming back to the book, i turned the pages..oh i'l read it..now? No no..need something to eat first.
I searched the fridge downstairs,but some water bottle and milk packet..nothing else.
Mom was busy with bro on tv..must be some boring reality show going on.
I sometime thinks these so called "reality" shows are fixed. What do you think..shooting takes place at once..are there no "retakes"? Once i asked these question to one of my friend who was a die hard fan of these shows.
In the end what i got the answer"finally..its a kind of entertainment na.."
Yes..foolish entertainment,i thought.

On sincere search of kitchen and interrupting mom many times, i decided to make an omlette..hah..murgi kya jane ande ka kya hoga lyf milegi ya tawe par fry hoga..han tawe par fry hoga.

After a light meal of bread and omlette i decided to go back to the book,and dropped the idea of gym. Who on earth like me gonna leave this beautiful work and do some weightlifting in unknown gym.

Now before i start my book,i am signing out. Rest we will continue tomorrow..
Take care...Have a lovely day ahead..Keep smiling
And remember one thing in life

We only know the importance of something after missing it..and know what we were missing only  after achieving it....

vacations@home: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time...

vacations@home: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time...: after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time in my life),n so much Topsy turvy results in my PMTs..i thought seriously about my life....

after getting bored of sleeping(i think first time in my life),n so much Topsy turvy results in my PMTs..i thought seriously about my life...
n again i am answer less, i want control in my life, but as always my granny says, "boy,we are puppets,we simply imitate,what he wants us to do"
So no comment on that..mum...
Getting busy in some other stuff is a good idea..i don't want to be busy like corporate honchos...chasing money whole day and skirts whole night. But something unique, more interesting. i decided to join a gym,actually idea was not mine,but the pace at which my belly was protruding i decided. Again my grandpa an octogenarian was at rescue and advised me to pursue his morning jogs..heck..who on earth(like me) will be waking up so early.

Since i never been to any gymnasium,so most obvious query, which one to join? there are loads of them in city. So i called up my younger bro to get any advice,coz he is a sporty dude and many times have been in these stuffs, in worst case he knew any other guy who will guide me. After so much discussion about games and soft wares , i reached my point. "What kinda job do want?" he inquired like i was talking to a serial killer who is asking which way u want to kill the person.
"like..body shaping..fitness..stamina.." i replied.
"hmm..how many bucks you want to shell out?" a serious question for a person declared living Below Poverty line.
"like..i dunno..no idea" i shrugged.
"ok take this no..ex serviceman..he will help you out" as he opened his contacts..
"wow..touch"i exclaimed as seeing a palm size touchscreen in his hand.
"nah..no thing good.. Chinese". Oh this dragon economy clutched every nook and cranny of India.
Good idea,propagated by Mr. Jiabao, no war only economic dependence.
i carefully jolted down his number. "call him" and he waived of  to other room.

I lay on my bed..thinking about tomorrow n closed my eyes.

what... nothing..jobless..
only three work..eat..sleep..eat
sometime i dnt understand what i  want in life.. waiting for whole year n then when i reach home..2 or 3 days..poof.. i am jobless..

same happened before starting this blogg
oh i l write this much..this topic..that epic..those events
n huh..i am wordless..entire jargon seem to be incomprehensible...