Face Off !

It was early morning around 7 AM.

I looked at the mind blowing guy looking back at me. Tall, plump and jovial.. I think that I have seen him before. He is usually a super energetic, ever smiling and a fun loving guy. But he seemed tensed at that moment, getting ready to perform an activity that required intense concentration. It seemed to be a task that he wanted to get out of his way, quickly.

I stood before the mirror, looking at myself, dreading the task that I was about to perform.

Wifey came over and stood beside me, looking concerned – .”Its ok dear, take it easy..” I looked at her, and smiled – “Don’t worry, today, there will be no bloodshed !” I looked at the weapon I held in my right hand. This time, I would make sure I control it right, I told myself. “Take care, honey..” – she said, gently massaging my back.

This is not the realization of an adolescent fantasy.

This is an almost everyday occurrence at my home when I am trying to shave. While comforting me is one part, the real intention of my wife is to be around so that I don’t lose consciousness through excessive blood loss and hit my head on the ceramic floor. Needless to say, after every shave, my bathroom looks like the “Texas Chainsaw Massacre” scene.

I remember, as a child, I fantasized about being an adult. For most of my friends, this amazing far off paradise like land of adulthood seemed to be a place where one could lead one’s life at his own terms – No studying in the evening, No milk every day morning, stay up all night to have fun with friends, sneak in and watch ‘interesting” movies.

For me, it was being able to shave.

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Dumb and Dumber !

I was a dumb kid. Correction – I am STILL a dumb.. Err.. Kid !!Image

I was always intrigued with life. Well, the feeling would go through states of bafflement, bewilderment and in some days, utter confusion! My brain seemed to continuously process information and look to find answers. This nearly-total lack of a mental filter can cause increased stress. Things find their way to my brain, things that don’t belong there, just as things don’t belong in my lungs, like dust.  Being inquisitive, I would ask lot of questions.. And would often be tagged as being dumb..

“Why do you ask so many dumb questions?” – my friends would say

“Stop it Ari.. Sometimes, you ask really dumb questions.. GO NOW!” – my teachers would say.

Every time I asked a question, my self belief took a beating. During those turbulent days, my pillar of strength was my mother. She always supported me. She said everyone goes through this PTT syndrome (no it’s not Push-To-Talk, it is Pre-Teen Trouble). As you grow older, you gain more KNOWLEDGE, and you will find the answers yourself.

I imagined that in the distant future, the fog around my brain would dissipate, the smoke would clear, and I will be able to begin the satisfying task of gathering pieces of understanding and storing them in my mind.  I was convinced that just like every item in the food store came with an expiry date, my dumb-ness also will have an expiry date? The day will arrive when I will finally have the power of “insight”, the gift of “knowledge”.

I patiently waited for the moment to come…Through my teens, my twenties, thirties..

I am still waiting.

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If you were an inanimate object, what would you be?

I liked this AutoTopic Generator suggestion and thought of trying to write something out… this is a deviation from my usual topics on life,, fun n laughter – so beware – I have no idea how the content would come out like!

Well, now that I am thinking about it – I don’t think I can fit into any one object. I think – I would need few objects to describe the various different sides of me… here we go…

Laptop – I think laptop & I belong to the same species. We have too much in common and virutally inseparable – we spend almost 80% of our time together. I eat with laptop by my side, sleep with it by my side.  My processors are always working (apart from when I am sleeping – a.k.a laptop shut down) – always analyzing things around me, thinking – if nothing else breaking down a conversation that may have happened during the day to see if I could have responded differently.

What else… hmm…

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Mishti Doi 9 : Rohtang Raga

I am not sure if this is appropriate content, but hell – who cares anyway!! So, brace up folks – here we go…

“PPprrrrrrrrrrr” – came a sound, apparently from somewhere beneath me!

The family was out on a vacation to Manali. On a beautiful Friday morning, after a heavy breakfast consisting of several aloo parathas, curd & boiled eggs (at least, several for me), we had hired a vehicle to take us from Manali to Rohtang Pass (a high mountain pass on the eastern ranges of Himalayas about 51 km from Manali – More at http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rohtang_Pass ). The vehicle had taken us through a 2 hour bumpy ride through winding mountain roads and finally arrived at the destination.

 “About an hour horse trek will get you real close to the peak, and there is snow up there as well”- the driver said, enthusiastically, as he parked the vehicle.

The proposition of seeing snow perched at the top of a peak coupled with an exciting “horse trek” sounded fascinating. For a moment though, I thought about the special bond I share with animals – dogs, cats, rats (read about them in other posts – Rattacked & Balled Over By Bob elsewhere on this blog). But hey, a horse – ahh! That sounded way too exciting!!!

Little did I know that there will be some “interesting” entertainment along the way!

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