shiva, bpkumar and saidullu watches mumbai vs. hyderabad PART 1

20 to 30 odd studious students (???) from university and idrbt, decides to go for next ipl match between mumbai indians and deccan chargers (sachin's effect) at uppal stadium.

they all decide to meet directly inside the stadium once the match starts. (the thought is the result of the confidence they all gained by having mobile phones.) Niksi means to say that all thought that once inside the stadium, they will call each other and will be together to enjoy the spree. (clear hai na bey ??)

1st Jhatka : MOBILES ARE NOT ALLOWED INSIDE THE STADIUM (COURTESY TV9). THOSE CAUGHT ALIVE WITH DEAD OR ALIVE MOBILES INSIDE THEIR POCKET (OR OTHER BODY PARTS OF THEIR CLOTHES) WILL BE THROWN DEAD OUT OF THE STADIUM.

To saare bhai milne se pehle hi bichad gaye.

So instead of whole dataset together, some feature selection was done, and the group got divided into several clusters.

Our focus is on one such cluster which comprises of the following cluster points :

cluster center : saidullu alli yadav
point 1 : bpkumar
point 2 : mamudri siva kumar (important point)
point 3 : an outlier point trying to get into the cluster (we will name it mr. outlier)
point 4 : cluster member, who is siva's brother.. but he went out somewhere in the plane. (missing i mean)

ok. at present moment, cluster points are trying to contact each other from places unknown to us, with points having the luxury of mobile phones. (clusters not yet formed)

Saidullu (cluster center) gets call from siva : Hello saidullu, mobiles are allowed inside the stadium, so we will bring our mobiles. Primary reason to have mobile is we can track each other outside stadium. (NIKSI SECRET 1 : Secondary reason which siva meant but could not tell - We can talk to girlfriends incase the match goes boring)

Saidullu : Normoi bey.. i do not want to take heavy risk.. so i will not bring my mobile.

Siva : I and praveen are together. We both are bringing mobiles. Not bringing mobile is a risk. Because there will be a large crowd. So bring your mobile anna. (NIKSI SECRET 2 : actual intention of siva loving saidullu so much and forcing him to bring mobile was, saidullu owned the entry tickets. he he. So if no saidullu, means no tickets, means no entry, means no match. samjha na ??)

Saidullu : Siva waste fella, i am telling you, if i bring my mobile and they do not allow it inside, its all your responsibility.

Siva : (as always) ok anna, main hu na. you come. (marr gaya siva)

So now our points are outside the stadium (mind it!! still not together)

Now you will have to use your imagination. Just think out the situation i am describing below.

We are flying above the crowd. So we can see all the points. Shiva is at point A, Saidullu is at point B (not even 5 feet away from point A), Bpkumar is at point C (again not even 5 feet from points A and B). Points A, B, C form a small triangle. Points are not able to see each other.

Point A ie. siva calls point B ie. saidullu.
Siva : where are you re. cheppu re.
Saidullu : i am just outside the entrance gate re. where are you. come fast. (saidullu missing cheer leaders already).
Siva : Anna, i am also outside the entrance gate. You tell "exactly" where outside the gate.
Saidullu : i am exactly opposite to the gate re. You raise your hand.
Siva raises his hand. but both are back to back. So neither siva nor saidullu can see the other waste fella.
Saidullu : Wat re.. raise hand re.
Siva : raised. Cant you see me (waving the hands). Ok you also raise hand.
Saidullu also raises hand. Both are waving hands to nowhere. God knows to whom.

At very instant point C (Bpkumar) sees both of them standing back to back waving to the crowd and wonders what they are doing.
He comes and slaps both of them from behind. Both turns together towards each other. And the famous film scene of missing brothers meeting in crowd after ages of separation. But here the emotions are little different. Instead of hugging and kissing each other, they both started using language we cannot mention here.

Point is, our basic cluster is formed. (basic because point 4, (siva's bhai) still missing).
Our cluster with firm determination of not separating again in lifetime starts moving towards the entrance.

2nd Jhatka (specially for saidullu anna) : Cluster points see large (LARGE) banners showing sexy photos of mobiles, water bags, food bags, etc, etc, but with biiiiiiiiiiiiiig reeeeeeeeeeeeed crooooooooooooos on it. Niksi means to convey that cluster came to know that mobiles are strictly not allowed inside the stadium.

Our cluster is from idrbt. So born brave. So they decide to take risk of hiding mobiles and trying to get inside. And what luck they were having. There are three checkpoints before you are inside the stadium. And our cluster with impenetrable skills penetrates two checkpoints successfully with their mobiles still with them.

But as dr. murphy said, when there are equal chances of things going right and wrong, there are very high chances that thing will go wrong.

Bpkumar successfully penetrates the third checkpoint. ye ye ye. hip hip hurray.
Siva successfully penetrates the third checkpoint. ye ye ye ye. hip hip hip hurray.
Saidullu tries and gets caught. paaaaaaaaaaaaaapam.

Saidullu : (to siva and bpkumar) how come re. how come re.
Praveen : I did not bring my mobile re. I have kept it in bike tool box re. (bpkumar is smiling at saidullu. Saidullu is glaring with red eyes, first towards bpkumar and than towards siva)
Siva : Sorry anna. sorry sorry cheptunanu.
Saidullu : Now you asked me to bring mobile. So now you go and keep our mobile in pravin's bike. (The point worth noting here is, pravin's bike is approximately 2 kms away from stadium entrance)

Siva (puts condition with an emotion of request) : ok anna, i will go. but you too come na re.
Saidullu : No re. I told na. means your responsibility. (TO SEE THE POWER IN SAIDULLU'S STATEMENTS, READERS ARE REQUESTED TO READ SAIDULLU'S JALSA THEOREM POSTED BEFORE)

Siva (helpless cow now, gets ready to get slaughtered), is having three problems now

problem A : To go till parking and put the mobiles and come back
problem B : Point 4 of the cluster (ie. his brother) is still missing. The last call he got from point 4 one hour ago was he is in secundrabad and will reach uppal in 10 minutes.
Problem C : He is only having Rs. 20 in his pockets. Might not be enough to go by some vehicle (bus, auto) and come back.

Siva is thinking about a optimal solution and finally makes a move.
He decides to focus on problem A. He catches an RTC bus thinking the ticket will cost only Rs. 2. Luckily the tc does not ask for a ticket at all. Ye Ye Ye.

He gets down -

3rd Jhatka : He enters the parking lot and suddenly gets a wonderful thought. "I dont know bpkumar's bike number, where will i keep the mobiles".

Just think. Bpkumar is not having mobile. Saidullu's mobile is with siva. Siva's mobile is with siva. Bpkumar's bike key is with Siva. And Siva is 2 kms away from cluster center, standing alone among some 6ooo bikes.

Only alternative he finds is to start trying on bikes which he thinks looks like bpkumar's bike. He puts the keys inside the first bike and EUREKA.. it opened. ye ye ye.. (so many ye's)

He puts the mobiles into the toolbox of the bike. And starts back with a strange emotion that something is fishy here. Something is wrong. Seeing the amount of luck he owes and his past experiences bounds him to come to the conclusion that the probability of hitting the right bike in first attempt is zero. So he walks back to bikes and looks for some help around. He finds a guy and gets a pen from him. He notes down the number of bike inside which he kept the precious mobiles (kitte ladkiyon ke number hote pata kya.. they are precious ofcourse, niksi ka mobile bhi precious hota). This is the only help he got from that guy.

He starts back towards the stadium.

He clears all the gates and is inside the stadium.
50000 people inside the stadium. Wonderful environment.

Niksi will end part 1 here with a review of siva's problems :

problem A : To go till parking and put the mobiles and come back - Solved (??)
problem B : Point 4 of the cluster (ie. his brother) is still missing. The last call he got from point 4 one hour ago was he is in secundrabad and will reach uppal in 10 minutes. - Still Missing
Problem C : He is only having Rs. 20 in his pockets. Might not be enough to go by some vehicle (bus, auto) and come back. - Doesn't matter much if he finds back his cluster.
Problem D : (Major problem) How to find the cluster ??????

Ants, Grasshoppers and India

An old story:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant is a fool and laughs and dances and plays the
summer away.

Come winter, the Ant is warm and well fed. The Grasshopper has no food or shelter so he dies out in the cold.

Indian Version of the same story:

The Ant works hard in the withering heat all summer building its house and laying up supplies for the winter. The Grasshopper thinks the Ant's a fool and laughs and dances and plays the
summer away.

Come winter, the shivering Grasshopper calls a press conference and demands to know why the Ant should be allowed to be warm and well fed while others are cold and starving.

NDTV, BBC, CNN show up to provide pictures of the shivering Grasshopper next to a video of the Ant in his comfortable home with a table filled with food.

The World is stunned by the sharp contrast. How can this be that this poor Grasshopper is allowed to suffer so?

Arundhati Roy stages a demonstration in front of the Ant's house.

Medha Patkar goes on a fast along with other Grasshoppers demanding that Grasshoppers be relocated to warmer climates during winter .

Mayawati states this as `injustice’ done on Minorities.

Amnesty International and Koffi Annan criticize the Indian Government for not upholding the fundamental rights of the Grasshopper.

The Internet is flooded with online petitions seeking support to the Grasshopper (many promising Heaven and Everlasting Peace for prompt support as against the wrath of God for non-compliance).

Opposition MPs stage a walkout. Left parties call for 'Bengal Bandh' in West Bengal and Kerala demanding a Judicial Enquiry.

CPM in Kerala immediately passes a law preventing Ants from working hard in the heat so as to bring about equality of poverty among Ants and Grasshoppers.

Lalu Prasad allocates one free coach to Grasshoppers on all Indian Railway Trains, aptly named as the 'Grasshopper Rath'.

Finally, the Judicial Committee drafts the ' Prevention of Terrorism Against Grasshoppers Act' [POTAGA], with effect from the beginning of the winter.

Arjun Singh makes 'Special Reservation ' for Grasshoppers in Educational Institutions and in Government Services.

The Ant is fined for failing to comply with POTAGA and having nothing left to pay his retroactive taxes, it's home is confiscated by the Government and handed over to the Grasshopper in a ceremony covered by NDTV.

Arundhati Roy calls it ' A Triumph of Justice'.
Lalu calls it 'Socialistic Justice '.
CPM calls it the ' Revolutionary Resurgence of the Downtrodden '
Koffi Annan invites the Grasshopper to address the UN General Assembly.

Many years later...

The Ant has since migrated to the US and set up a multi-billion dollar company in Silicon Valley.
100s of Grasshoppers still die of starvation despite reservation somewhere in India.

As a result of loosing lot of hard working Ants and feeding the grasshoppers,

India is still a developing country…!!!

Dating process . . . almost everytime true..

Dating process:
6 weeks : I love U, I love U, I love U.
6 months : Of course I love U.
6 years : GOD, if I didn't love U, then why the hell did I propose?

Back from Work:
6 weeks : Honey, I'm home.
6 months : BACK!!
6 years : What did your mom cook for us today??

Gifts:
6 weeks : Honey, I really hope you liked the ring.
6 months : I bought you a painting; it would fit the motif in the living room.
6 years : Here's the money. Buy yourself something.


Phone Ringing:
6 weeks : Baby, somebody wants you on the phone.
6 months : Here, for you.
6 years : PHONE RINGING.

Cooking:
6 weeks : I never knew food could taste so good!
6 months : What are we having for dinner tonight?
6 years : AGAIN!!!!

Apology:
6 weeks : Honey muffin, don't you worry, Ill never hold this against you.
6 months : Watch out! Don't do it again.
6 years : What's not to understand about what I just said??

New Dress:
6 weeks : Oh my God, you look like an angel in that dress.
6 months : You bought a new dress again???
6 years : How much did THAT cost me?

Planning for Vacations:
6 weeks : How do 2 weeks in Vienna or anywhere you please sound??
6 months : What's so bad about going to Istanbul on a charter plane?
6 years : Travel? What's so bad about staying home???


TV:
6 weeks : Baby, what would you like us to watch tonight?
6 months : I like this movie.
6 years : I'm going to watch ESPN, if you're not in the mood, go to bed, I can stay up by myself he he he . . .

And sometimes...

And sometimes things happen to you at the time that may seem horrible, painful and unfair, but in reflection you realize that without overcoming those obstacles you would never realize your potential, strength, will power of heart.

Everything happens for a reason. Nothing happens by chance or by means of luck. Illness, love, lost moments of true greatness and sheer stupidity of all occur to test limits of your soul. Without these small tests, life would be like a smoothly paved, straight, flat road to nowhere safe and comfortable but dull and utterly pointless. The people you meet affect your life. The successes and downfalls that you experience can create whom you are, and the bad experiences can be learned from.

In fact they are probably the most poignant and important ones. If someone hurts you, betrays your back or breaks your heart, forgive them because they have helped you learn about trust and the importance of being cautious to whom you open your heart. If someone loves you, love them back unconditionally, not only because they love you, but also because they are teaching you to love and open your heart and eyes to little things. Appreciate everything that you possibly can, for you may never experience it again.

Talk to people whom you have never talked to before, and actually listen. Let yourself fall in love, break free and set your sight high. Hold your head up because you have every right to. Tell yourself you are a great individual and believe in yourself, no one else will believe in you. Create your own life and then go out and live it. Share it with anyone who you believe has made a difference in your life.

niksi falls in love.. huhahahahaha..

Once upon a time, niksi fell in love. And there was laughing and funny breaths and happiness and all those sort of things. There was much rejoicing. And then, shut! Over. Gone. Dead. Completely cut off. Disconnected. The taste still fresh in his mouth. The smell still on his skin. The feeling left in his fingertips. But niksi can't get that feeling back. He may spend his entire life trying to get back into that polaroid. Fighting all the way. The best thing niksi have ever known. Even now, anytime he comes close to it he wants to dive in. Sink or swim. He doesn't care. Niksi would give anything to be even in the room next to it. Across the street. A breath away. Remembering what he never let himself forget. Looking someone in the eye and knowing; another time, another place, it is right there. In front of him. Within reach. Just open his fingers and wrap them around it. Hold it tightly. And never let it go. Never. Never. He fought. He fought hard. But only with himself. Sometimes niksi wonders if he should have fought harder. With her. With it. Tried to work it out. It all made sense for about fifteen seconds. Just enough time to say, you’re right. What the hell was he thinking? Why didn't he say? Something. Anything. His line of thinking was, if she doesn't want it, he don't want to push it. Why try to keep her where she doesn't want to be? But she did want to be there. She had to. She was happy. There were nights niksi cried. When they were together and then he took her home and he cried. Not because he was sad, or even missed her already, but because he was happy. So happy that niksi couldn't contain himself. He talked to God. Whether he believed in him or not. And he said thank you. Over and over. Again and again. niksi couldn't believe it was real. . Look into her perfect brown eyes and see himself. But he could. he had seen her before. In the coffee shop. And he said to himself, he would give up everything if she would even turn his way. She was light years beyond him. Another plane. Another class. Confident, beautiful, at peace. So sure. Not for niksi. Niksi couldn't even dream it. No way could he ever make it real. Did she felt what he felt? He had to believe she did. If he didn’t, it would be so hard to breathe. So hard to get up in the morning. So hard to be. No one will be her. No one will have those eyes. No one will have that one lock of hair hiding all her secrets. And no one, ever again will make niksi whole. Not like that. He is scared. He is so scared. What if it is real? What if never? What if he is right?

Did he ever wondered, did he ever asked myself? Can he live without love?? Can he open his eyes? He is afraid to. There is a feeling. He knows it. This trembling completeness. This warmth. That makes everything big. And niksi is ten feet tall all the time. Everyone is looking at him. He is the one. The one she chose. The one she calls when everything is wrong, and when everything is right! She is the one who reaches out for him. For niksi. She once said, niksi, I need you. He was done. That was what he was looking for all his life. Those words. For something as pure as this creature to need him! Could not be real. Could not be his life. But it was. Of course, it was! It isn't anymore. It is gone. So far away. And it will never be there again. he see little pieces of it everywhere. A glance, a smile, a touch. He feels desperate. He feels alone. So much out there. But he only wants to hear one thing. Not sure what. But he will know. If he ever get the chance, he will stretch out his fingers, grasp it tightly and never let it go! But till then - he will be here. With his open hand. And his desperate heart. And his cold skin. And his angry brain. And his boundless love. Slowly, regrettably, forgetting just enough that he can survive from one day to the next. To remember is to suffer. To see what was and then look at what is. To hear a voice, feel his heart stop. Watch his breath shudder in the cold. She. She can be almost anyone. She can read niksi like a book. He will open to any page for anyone. Cover to cover. Nothing to hide. Not the fear, the pain, or the hopelessness. It is all there. Large print - easy to read. Secrets dissolved in tears. Dissipating into honesty, innocence, need. Niksi was lost and now niksi is found. Niksi was blind but now niksi can see. Niksi was crippled and now niksi can run. Maybe it all happened because niksi never wanted to……

Fall in love…………..

I will move on !!

When you are lost in the wild,
and you are as a child,
and death looks you bang in the eye,
and you are sore as a boil,
it is according to hoyle,
to cock your revolver and die.
But code of a MAN says - to fight all you can.
And self dissolution is barred.
In hunger and woe, oh, its damn easy to blow,
Its the hell served for breakfast that's hard.
you are the dick of the game,
"Well, now, that's a shame"
you are young, brave and bright.
you had a raw deal, you know but you should not squeal.
Buck up, do your damndest fight.
It is the plugging away that will win you the day,
So don't be a piker,
Just draw on your grit, it's so easy to quit,
It's keeping your chin up that's hard,
It's easy to cry that you are beaten - and die.
It's easy to be crawfish and crawl,
But to fight and to fight when hopes out of light,
why, that's the best game of them all.
And though you come out of each gruelling bout,
all broken and beaten and scarred.
Just have one more try - it's dead easy to die,
its the keeping on living thats hard..

Eating apple only because its beautifully red is ridiculous... Selection is the key !!

I felt as though I was split in two, so keen was my desire to follow her, and yet so deep was my longing for the girl whose spirit had truly companioned me and upheld my own. And there she stood. Her pale, plump face was gentle and sensible; her brown eyes had a warm and kindly twinkle. I did not hesitate. My fingers gripped the small worn copy of the book that was to identify me to her. This would not be love, but it would be something precious, something perhaps even better than love, a friendship for which I had been and must ever be grateful. I squared my shoulders and held out the book to the woman, even though while I spoke I felt choked by the bitterness of my disappointment.

Maybe God wants us to meet a few wrong people before meeting the right one so that when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.

the great fall of niksi...

04-04-08

6.30 AM (bed) :

good moroooning niksi...

morning is always good ra... ye ye.. daddy coming today, daddy coming today...

i will run away early from the office today... ye ye

(plan A - early runaway from office to home dad.. ye ye ye)

9.10 AM (idrbt) :

************** orkut :)

orkut fortune : There is a "pleasant" surprise in store for you...

daddy would had brought something for me.. kya surprise.. that too "pleasant".. he he

************** orkut, sparkle :) :)

karthik : hi ra, chal sir se mil ke aate hai...

niksi : nopes, baith na re.. he will be going to temple.. ham aaram se jaate hai...

************** orkut, sparkle, songs :) :) :)

arun : arey, ye shaurya, is a good movie.. chale kya..

niksi : shaurya, jaaved jaafri lead, good movie.. ha ha ha

karthik : arre chal sir se mil ke aate hai..

niksi : wait, i have to format this paper

************** orkut, sparkle, songs, chatting :) :) :) :) (tilt, tilt !!!)

karthik : niiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiikkkk

niksi : yup

karthik : chal na bey...

niksi : ok, chal.. ho gaya format

************** orkut, sparkle, songs, chatting :) :) :) :) (tilt, tilt !!!)

************** orkut, sparkle, songs :) :) :) :(

************** orkut, sparkle :) :) :( :(

************** orkut :) :( :( :(

********************* :( :( :( :( (mummmmmmmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy !!!)

10.30 AM (sir's office) :

niksi, karthik : good morning sir

sir (talking on phone, waving to seat) : kuchcho kuchcho

(some talk on something between karthik and sir, niksi was dumbly trying to understand their conversation)

karthik : ok sir, give me turkish, uk, spanish datasets

niksi (mann me bhidu) : ye ye, datasets, datasets, familiar word, familiar word, ye ye

(niksi prepares to dive into the conversation)

niksi (whispering) : ch ch, karthik, ch ch, we already have this datasets

karthik : no, we don't have, its different

niksi : waaaaat ra, wat different

sir (jumping in our whispers, niksi, karthik shocked) : its different, its different, maggi hot and sweet, its different..

niksi, karthik : ooooooooooooo my god, ye kya ho gaya sir ko, anyways, he is in a happy mood good for us....

(anyways, and the meeting goes on, first with karthik then with niksi, all serious study stuff with sir sighing about his

work pressure in between)

1.10 PM (after lunch time, time when orkut changes the fortune) :

*************** orkut, sparkle, songs, chatting :) :) :) :) (tilt, tilt !!!)

niksi (remembering something) : be yaar, i forgot arpit completely maaaan. i have to go meet him today..

arun : wat re..

niksi : where is SBI ICM

arun : pension office se sidha jaane ka, chalte jaa chalte jaa. Furniture waala dikhta.. udhar hi hai..

niksi : okie dokie

(now plan A changed to plan B, early runaway from office to meeting arpit to home daddy.. ye ye ye)

5.30 PM (time to execute plan B) :

Everyday niksi goes back two stops, so that he can catch a empty bus and can reach home seating..

today he had to get down in between, so he decides to catch bus from office itself (baaaad plan, very baaad plan)

Reasons : 1) he will not have to stand for a looooooong time as he is getting down in middle for meeting arpit

2) he will save time

3) he will save money

5.45 PM (NMDC bus stop) :

niksi, as usual sifting through the crowd, in search of don’t know wat…

suddenly he sees an empty 49 M…

but 1) its fast, driver is in no mood to stop completely

2) there is already a bus on the bus stop, giving cover fire to niksi’s empty 49 M

Pressure situation, so small time, so many decisions, niksi gets ready.. thinks quickly

1) if he misses the bus, next bus will come late and will be full with no place to seat, hardly any place to stand

2) the bus is slowing down, he can try to catch it.. seeing him running for the bus, driver may stop it…

And here he decides, decision of the day.. to board a moving bus…

niksi : common baby, you can do it.. you can catch it…

(this word from inside gives confidence to him, he runs like a king warrior towards the bus)

driver (seeing niksi coming, still not stopping.. damn it.. I hate bus drivers )

niksi : its slow only, if I can catch the window, I can give a jerk to my body and I will be into the bus… its all a game of 2 seconds

driver : I AM NOT STOPPING, DO WATEVER YOU WANNA DO..

niksi : ok fine, I am getting in.. that’s it..

driver (through rear view mirror) : go on, common, board is all yours, move your move..

niksi catches the window fine, but forgets that he has to catch window on the left side of the door, but he catches the window on the right side of the door.. and here starts the game….

niksi gives a jerk to his body to get in, but stumbles, since his feet could not get hold of the door floor… down goes niksi… his hands (not knowing wat happened) are still holding the door…. niksi gets dragged for a second…

driver (already declared winner) : kyon bey sale, ho gaya, nikal gayi saari hekdi…

crowd’s eyes (having fun of tamasha) : kyon bey sale, ho gaya, nikal gayi saari hekdi…

niksi (with life fast forwarding before his eyes) : abbey sale, wo sab baad me, pehle brake maar mere baap, pleaaaaaaaaaaaaase

driver : thik hai thik hai, tu bhi kya yaad rakhega saale… hyderabadi driver..

niksi’s hand by that time knows of the situation and lets off the door…

5.48.20 PM :

NIKSI FALLS DOWN… crowd is all laughing… while falling (hai re, gaya aaj to, meri bikes, mera ghar, meri padhai, meri degree… muh twin.. ooooooooooh my goooooooood)…

5.48.25 PM :

niksi is on the road… the guy who was a king seconds before, now is on the road… he bhagwaan, kya hai teri maaya, waah, aukaat, price, kimat sab samajh me aa gayi….

niksi (gaining his senses, starts his defense)… signals to all body parts.. how are you guys

left leg : I am fine niksi

right leg : mummmmmmmmmyyyyyyyyyy, bruises

left hand : I am fine niksi

right hand : uwaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa, mummmmmmmmmy, mummy

(niksi conclude, he fell on his right side)

head : I am working niksi.. (phewwwwwwwwwwwwww, bach gaya bach gaya, I am whole, I am whole, nothing missing.. ye ye ye)….

Gets up, runs to the side shop, tries to buy water bottle, but bottle is not chilled, goes for paani pouch….

Some aunty (she was so sweet, thank you for the concern aunty… luv yaaa) : beta.. sit for 2 min..

niksi (shivering like fallen leaf) : no aunty, am fine.. to shopkeeper girl, waater…

girl gives a pouch.. he pours all of it on the right hand wound.. again buys one more pouch..

sweet aunty (thinking niksi is some poor boy), tries to buy him a bisleri bottle..

niksi : aunty (so sweet of her).. its ok aunty.. I do not need bottle…

suddenly a setwin 49 M comes (niksi never sits in a setwin, but he has to run away, he is being noticed by the crowd.. he is feeling somewhat somewhat)… so he gets into the setwin and does pheeeeeeeeeeeeewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww, wat moments maaaaan…..

And niksi learns

A time came in his life when finally niksi got it. When in the midst of all his fears and insanity he stopped dead in his tracks and somewhere the voice inside his head cried out - ENOUGH!

Enough fighting and crying or struggling to hold on.

And, like a child quieting down after a blind tantrum, his sobs begun to subside, he shuddered once or twice, he blinked back his tears and through a mantle of wet lashes he begun to look at the world through new eyes.

This was his awakening. He realized that it's time to stop hoping and waiting for something to change or for happiness, safety and security to come galloping over the next horizon. He came to terms with the fact that he is not Prince Charming and that in the real world there aren't always fairytale endings (or beginnings for that matter) and that any guarantee of "happily ever after" must begin with him and in the process a sense of serenity is born of acceptance.

He awakened to the fact that he is not perfect and that not everyone will always love, appreciate or approve of who or what he is... and that's OK. (They are entitled to their own views and opinions.)

he learned that people don't always say what they mean or mean what they say and that not everyone will always be there for him and that it's not always about him.

And he begun to sift through all the crap he've been fed about how he should behave; how he should look and how much he should weigh; what he should wear and where he should shop; and what he should drive how and where he should live; and what he should do for a living; or what he owe to his parents.

he learned that it is truly in giving that we receive. And that there is power and glory in creating and contributing and he stopped maneuvering through life merely as a "consumer" looking for his next fix.

he learned that principles such as honesty and integrity are not the outdated ideals of a by gone era but the mortar that holds together the foundation upon which he must build a life. he learned that he don't know everything, it's not his job to save the world and that he can't teach a dog to sing.

he learned to distinguish between guilt and responsibility and the importance of setting boundaries and learning to say NO.

he learned that the only cross to bear is the one he choose to carry. Then he learned about love. Romantic love and familial love. How to love, how much to give in love, when to stop giving and when to walk away. he learned not to project his needs or his feelings onto a relationship. he learned that he will not be more beautiful, more intelligent, more lovable or important because of someone with him.

he learned to look at relationships as they really are and not as he would have them be. he stopped trying to control people, situations and outcomes.

he learned that just as people grow and change so it is with love...and he learned that he don't have the right to demand love on his terms...just to make him happy.

And, he learned that alone does not mean lonely. And he looked in the mirror and came to terms with the fact that he will never be a perfect and he stopped trying to compete with the image inside his head and agonizing over how he "stack up."

he came to the realization that he deserve to be treated with love, kindness, sensitivity and respect and he won't settle for less. And, he will allow only the hands of a lover who cherishes him to glorify him with its touch...and in the process he will internalize the meaning of self-respect.

And he learned that his body really is his temple. And he begun to care for it and treat it with respect. he begun eating a balanced diet, drinking more water and taking more time to exercise.

he learned that fatigue diminishes the spirit and can create doubt and fear. So now he takes more time to rest. And, just as food fuels the body, laughter fuels our soul. So he takes more time to laugh and to play.

he learned that for the most part, in life he will get what he believed he deserves ... and that much of life truly is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

he learned that anything worth achieving is worth working for and that wishing for something to happen is different from working toward making it happen.’

More importantly, he learned that in order to achieve success he needs direction, discipline and perseverance. he also learned that no one can do it all alone and that it's OK to risk asking for help.

he learned to fight for his life and not to squander it living under a cloud of impending doom. he learned that life isn't always fair, he don't always get what he thinks he deserves and that sometimes bad things happen to unsuspecting, good people.

On these occasions he learned not to personalize things. he learned that God isn't punishing him or failing to answer his prayers.

It's just life happening. And he learned to deal with evil in its most primal state-the ego.
he learned that negative feelings such as anger, envy and resentment must be understood and redirected or they will suffocate the life out of him and poison the universe that surrounds him. he learned to admit when he is wrong and to building bridges instead of walls.

he learned to be thankful and to take comfort in many of the simple things we take for granted, things that millions of people upon the earth can only dream about; a full refrigerator, clean running water, a soft warm bed, a long hot shower.

Slowly, he begun to take responsibilities for himself by himself and to make himself a promise to never betray himself and to never ever settle for less than his heart's desire.

And he made it a point to keep smiling, to keep trusting, and to stay open to every wonderful possibility. Finally, with courage in his heart and with God by his side he took a stand, he took a deep breath and he begun to design the life he wanted to live as best as he can and decided never to fall in love.

so, niksi learns.

Saidullus jalsa theorem

To Prove : The foot is above the head. (See figure)

Proof :

Corollary 1 : The given statement is quoted by Saidullu.
Any statement quoted by Saidullu is true irrespective of the logic.
Hence given statement is true.

Corollary 2 : If we draw a line from head to foot, and another straight line from head towards leg(See figure).
We find a angle between the two lines.
We conclude that boot is above the head.

i.e. in Saidullu's word, "if we draw a line from head to boot, the foot is above the head".
Hence given statement is true.

Conclusion : Hence proved.