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Sunday

Ra-One liked by No-one


 Dear SRK,
 Your latest film (even taking its name makes me asphyxiated) couldn’t have come at a better time and ironically, exactly 16 years after a film like DDLJ.
But no matter how big superstar you are or how many cricket tea...ms, penthouses, beaches, you own or how many things you sell to me daily in name of Ra-one publicity ,you have NO right to spoil my Diwali and its weekend by your utterly ridiculous film. You come in same category as of politicians who think that Indians can be fooled by any of their frivolity.
Can you explain me some of the following points-:
Have you ever seen a Tamil eating noodle with curd and that too in such a disgusting way as you portrayed.  I totally accept that due to your acting inabilities except your frequent aiyyo’s you weren’t a Tamilian in any sense.Infact you have been a TALIBAN of our southies lives.  But where is your common sense, you were a highly educated computer programmer and still teaching your wife Tamil abuses, singing non-melodious songs, copying Michael Jackson steps (at least let him rest in peace), quarrelling with you son (who by the way was much more matured than you) and above all cracking below the belt jokes which were not funny what so ever. You couldn’t have been worst!!
Your beloved and feministic wife is doing a thesis on abuses and developing new abuses like chacha ka chopda, baap ka bhochda because she thinks every abuse starts with maa and behen and the worst part is you are helping her in the same (seems only literature which can get noble!!). And I can’t get why she has such an affinity for ‘main’ part which remains quite evident during whole of the film. And please do check her academic qualifications as she was unable to speak small words like kunjam kunjam and instead saying ‘condom condom’ (I think there lies best part of your film, at least you promoted safe sex and family planning).
There is a game you have developed with artificial intelligence (oh my god!) which turns itself into a super villain. Although, I, myself have a considerable doubt on my engineering skills but still how can a software convert itself into hardware and that too just by entering into a suit(see I am not even able to write it and you have shown it with such a shamelessness).
Then suddenly you die and though you are a Subramaniyam you are buried with Christian rituals (as though London doesn’t have even a single cremation ground) leave the rain which ought to have come as it comes in every Bollywood movie as soon as somebody dies. And though your wife was crying it was not at all emotional at your burial.
Next she decides to go back to India (yey! Finally movie returns home) with your son who is completely unfazed by your death (kudos!!) and trying to solve mystery of your death and in the process gives life to the worst superhero ever G-ONE (rather blue eyed monster would have been apt).which is again you in a new avatar but with same acting inabilities.


You save them once from RA-ONE and decide to go with them to India; here again comes all those vulgar and obscene jokes, gay character that pushes you to drop your clothes one by one (uff!! Everybody in the audience should be awarded red and white bravery award for tolerating that scene).And once when you reach India comes the local goondas, teases your beautiful lady and you fight with them. Meanwhile she is laughing, shouting (how can I forget her expression when you touch her bosoms!!) forgetting that just 2 scenes before her husband had died even a pet’s death require more mourning than that.Ha! And how can I forget your encounter with one and only Chitti (of ‘Robot’) which even dwarfed you further in front of THE RAJNIKANTH.
At your old home in India your child is busy playing videogames as if he never had a father again uttering condom condom(again a deed done for social welfare!!) while G-ONE is doing some obscene gestures which your wife describes as power yoga to her sexually frustrated neighbor( oh! Again Mr. Satish Shah you have been such a waste).
G-ONE celebrating karva chauth with your widow, singing chammak challo with naval revealing red sari claded widow of yours(why don’t you restrict yourself for making music videos only) and so many other such points of denouement makes your film a cult classic.
Even your fight with RA-ONE was so childish reminding me of the videogame “tekken-3’ which I used to play in my childhood, and he dies so easily without giving any adrenaline rush. At least you should have given us one chance to think that you are a superhero.


There are infinite such moments in your film which had made me guilty conscious of spending Rs 150 on such an act which epitomizes the foolishness of our film industry. I heard you spent 140 crores on the film, if you would have spent even 1 percent of it on the script and screenplay, I would have written something more creative and might be little bit sensible.
Tell me Mr. Shahrukh Khan, am I really a fool??
P.S- only relieving moment in the film is the song dildara.
P.P.S- as Arjun Rampal says in film, hum ravan ko har saal isliye jalate hain kyunki woh kabhi nahi marta.Same goes with you, tum har saal aisi filmein isliye banate ho kyunki tumhara paison se pet kabhi nahi bharta.


And finally , allow me to quote my self ,Mr. Shahrukh Khan ek hadh hoti hai aur uske aage badh hoti hai…aaj tumne who bhi paar kar di…

And the live coverage of Ra-one J
1: Govt also declared 26th Oct as public holiday to celebrate the end of Ra1 promotions ...!


2: Govt of India just announced Rs 50,000 relief to all those who watched RA1 . Rs.25,000 for those who left atinterval .


3: Breaking News...! Crocin, Disprin, Combiflam, Adol Panadol, Diclomol and all Headache Tablets Stock over after RA.ONE's release


4: Salman to SRK after watching Ra.One,"Mujh par ekehsaan karna, dubara aisi movie mat banana"


5: Rahul Gandhi to meet people affected after seeing Ra.One.


6: Even Ra.mu doesn't wanna waste time by watchin Ra.one...!


7: Nahi chala RA.ONE...! Ab SRKbolega buy one get one aur ek week ke baad bolega, RA.ONE coming soon on Sahara.One and Star.one.


8: All bachelors must see Ra.One to understand what PAIN means to married men.


9: Ra.One gives more pain than a wife - HARD TO BELIVE BUT TRUE.


10: Get RA.ONE under Lokpal bill...! Put people behind bars who made such movie.


11: As SRK hates losing hates messages he is surely going to take a break from Twitter. Now v came 2 know why he joined Google+ before RA1 release.


12: wtf News 100 people committed mass suicided after watching Ra.one!



Even after sharing my all gyan to u.. u still wanna watch it .. bury ur brains in the safe vault at your homes and then walk up to theatres.You never know .. if you are lucky , we need not pay for it also

Sources: Adapted from Google!!

How I met my friend ...




Before I write something , I wish you all a very happy Diwali belated. Hope you had a safe and awesome celebration :-)Do share me if you had anything interesting apart from hogging and burning!!!


OK moving on.. Being a festival week, the mood is still carried to the weekend too.. And fortunately I got a chance to meet my buddies too who are in the town for festival:-)


He is the story of my good friend, how we met 15 years ago :-)



Sniff* scratch* whimper* and a “oh! So innocent gaze” are few killer moves that it made to change his mood in a snap! And I was playing my favorite sport basketball there in same ground. I know I am attractive at all my ages for people but never thought I would be so attractive for a dog also that it chased me in my every shoot. Finally it did pounce to give me a kiss. U c every great love story begins somewhere.. But mine was a packet of complication.


He then saw his petite in trouble … he at his loudest slid across the floor landed on my shoe and stared ….U fatso…it my bro dare u hurt him… I really wanted to stamp his face than the dog’s first..Damn.. I was perfectly ok in my curves.. The blind moron called me FAT?? After the huge thump, he couldn’t make himself to stand once on the floor! Gosh I fell in love for my strength … I knew… just knew he was my scrape goat for the day … but his loyal dog was frantically chasing me to death .Option less , I had to throw the hard granite stone pieces at the mad mongrel. But who would expect that even stone aims him.


I sensed something is gonna bounce back in the situation, just ran back home as fast as possible...


Five minutes later, he was at my door gaining sympathy from my mommy and nursing from my beautiful sister. Then he was shifted to my bed to relax. GRRRHHH… Sooner I realized him to be my sister’s class mate and eventually being my sister’s crush or rather put it other way round. I dared not to face him, at least not to be brutally harassed by my sister. Ever since that day, I avoided walking in his purlieu, be it school or home.


But truth never hides and trust me it leaves it utter embarrassment. Of course later the sigh of relief would also be there....


When I won the juniors inter school basketball tournament, whole school was around me congratulating the success, which is when I had to encounter him again. Hey! Congrats! Vikas here , Head boy . We are proud of u. There I sensed the sarcasm and the taunt.. I just din show it up but smiled timidly to thank him. From nowhere my sister appears to introduce. I tell u sisters are like red alerts to death.. Ufff… that was the nail biting moment. C’mon I was almost pissing in my pants that the bloody Dennis, the Menace (that is how he and his bloody bitch are better) would speak up. Ironically, after a thump he might have got lil brains in right place. He must have realized the fact that to impress a beauty the way is from the beast .he neither spoke anything, in fact gifted me a box of chocolates.


Years from then, we have been the partners in crime and of course the best buddies over a coffee.


Yesterday, we celebrated our 15 years of amity with a deal. And only he could tell you about it. Thanks for the best time and also falling for the “elope marriage rumor about yourself “and also the BELGIUM chocolates....


I hope you all too had a great weekend too as mine with a super funny “Ra-ONE movie “. Separate post on that till then c ya…J

Woo pal..woo zindagi....


  After the PRINCI balatkar post, I had to definitely clean my inbox..  Sachi mein!
Waise bhi sach tho sach hi ha…:P:P jaise hame  practically ENGINEERING  sirf ..ctrl +v aur ctrl +c se kaam chalaya and pass bhi ho gaye…

Well.. recalling the best of my 4 years.. here it goes…

1.On being late:
"Kab shuru hui class?"

"Attendance ho gayi kya??"

"Kal raat der tak gappe marte rahe yaar"

"Aab nind nahi khuli to mein kya karu.......... bolna ....... kal kya
padaya tha isne"

"Ek page de na........... abey pen bhi to de, nahi to kisse
likhunga......."

" koi subah kaise aa sakta hai........"

"wo bhi iss class ke liye "


2. During the lecture:

"Yesss!!!! Sirrr.......The answer is

........huuuummmmm.......aaaaaaaa............."

"No sir.....I know the answer ......sir....."

"Saala apne aapko Newton samajta hai"

"Uske bagal mein nahi baith sakta tha kya.......gadha......."

"Kya bore kar raha hai. Bola tha canteen chalte hain .."

"Heads, we go canteen , Tails, we go now!!!"

3.. Lab:

"Expt. 2 likha??"

"last time tu aaya the kya?""

"Karna kya hai??"

"Yeh bhai.....merko pata hota to tere pass kyon aata........"

"Areee tu to bura maan gaya .......chal dikha na.....bhau kyo kata
hai...."


4. Sessionals Test:

"sessionals test???? ......Aree yaar...... "

"Kya....... abe unit test mein itna sara topic hai to final mein kya
hoga...."

"Oye Vaishavi kaha hai......uska roll number mere baad hai.......wo nahi
aayi to mein pakka fail...."

After test......

"yaar pada tha....recall nahi kar paya.......chhod na ....... Canteen
chalega...." SAHI !!


5. For attendance

"I was in the class, attendence bolna bhool gaya "

"Oye usko thoda khush kar list se tera naam hata dega........."

"Bola tha proxy regularly maar........ Saale tera class karne ka kya
faida hua....."


6. Late submission of assignments:

" Maine us ko bola thaa ki copy karke mera assignment bhi saath mein
submit kar dena"

"Ab mein kya karu usne mereko bole bina hi submit kar diya........"

"They should allow XEROX........sala system hi kharab hai "


7 . After exam:

"Yeh bhi syllabus mein thaa kya? Shitt..."

"kya bol raha hai yaar..aise karna tha kya"

"1st mein 3 marks.....2nd mein 0.......3rd mein 2.......
Gaya..........fail pakka......."

"Yaar notice lagte hi hata dena.........wo kya soochegi mera marks dekh
kar......"


8 . VIVA (b4 exam):

"Submission ab tak hua nahi hai , VIVA kya ghanta doonga"

"Aeee.......Akash......terese kya kya poocha....mood kaisa hai.."

"External ke ghar mein bacche nahi hai kya......."

"Dekh Boss!! external bhi aadmi hai. Usko pata hai students ki ab tak
preparation nahi hui hai"


9 . Submission:

"Ye bhi chhapna hai kya?"

"kaat kaat ke likh le...kaon padhta hai"

"Iska bhi print-out lena hai kya?"

"Jai ho computer baba ki......jai ho Ctrl C - Ctrl V ki......."

"Tujhe Sir ka sign aata hai kya?"



10 .Copying Assignments:

"Ye tune kya likha hai????"

(The best one)

"Jo word samajh mein aa raha hai woh likh, jo nahi samajh mein aa raha
hai uska drawing nikal"

"Phir bhi, kuch to idea hoga??"

" Maine uska likha hai, mera assignment check ho gaya, tu bhi wohi kar."

"Koi hint........."

"Are baba ghaseet de........na tu samjega na wo.........."


12. Exam:

"Jo (mujhe) aata hai, woh (paper mein)aata nahi hai; jo nahi aata hai
woh NAHI aata hai"  ..VERY VERY TRUE !!

"ye question 2 saal se nahi poochha hai yaar....to ab kya poochenge"

"ye last time hi poochha thaa......is baar nahi aana chahiye"

"tere paas is ke notes hai??"

"Neend aa rahi mujhe to...thodi der so jata hoo..utha diyo pakka"

"woh chapter... mark weightage 6 marks... (facial ex-pressions speaks
the story)"

"nahi samjha to rat le" - PERFECT ONE

"Iss paper mein roll number ke kya order hai........"

"Ek aur din ka gap de dete to kya 3rd World War ho jata tha kya........."
I AGREE !! !!

This one is dedicated to all my friends:


"bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai

Aaj har wo din jeene ko man karta hai.

kuch buri batein jo ab acchi lagti hain

kuch batein jo kal ki hi batein lagti hain.

abki baar class attend karne ka man karta hai

Dopahar ki class mein aakhein band karne ko man karta hai.

Doston ke room ki wo baatein yaad aati hai

exam ke time pe wo hasi mazak yaad aati hai,

college ke paas dhaba ki yaad aati hai

tab ki bekar lagne wali photos chehre pe hasi laati hai.

Apni galtiyon pe tumse daat khana yaad aata hai.

Par tumhari galti dekhne ka ab bhi mann karta hai.

Ek aisi subah uthne ka mann karta hai

bas ek bar wapas lautne ka man karta hai.

bas ek bar aur

wapas lautne ka man karta hai."
 

Thursday

Balatkar Princi - Innocent Kido



I wasn't a bad kid, (at least I don't think so. One would really have to ask my mom.) But I did get sent to the principal's office a couple of times every month of my 12 years of graded school. I was a regular guest of her cabin. U c..She would always call me to share her candid moments. I never thought I would deal with getting in trouble well as a kid and when faced with the shame of getting in trouble or disappoint my parents. I would always burst into tears, which made for them even more humiliating experience. To be honest, even now, I never want to disappoint my parents but that just happens. I would still have a hard time holding back the tears not really for their disappointment but for another extra dosage .Serious BALATKARRRRRRRR:-P

The first time I went to the principal's office was when I was in my first grade (yes, I started early). My School was built a lot like a college in that different standards had different buildings (trailers) and school grounds look more like a campus. My school's doors would only open 15 minutes before the first class of the day, which means that there would be a group of students (whether dropped off by an early bus or parent, or just early in general) waiting outside for the janitor to unlock the doors. I was sent off early to school by my mom with my sack lunch in hand. I remember specifically that I had an apple in my lunch that day. I remember a fifth grader was making fun of me for something. I don't remember what he was making fun of me about, but what a piece of crap, making fun of a five year old (that seems way crueler to me now as an adult than it did at the time). I did what any self respecting kid would do; I took my sack lunch and jumped as high as I could, swinging that paper bag in a windmill around his back to conk that evil fifth grader right on the head. The bag broke and my lunch went flying. The sandwich and chips were saved because of the sandwich bags that protected them, but the apple was ruined as it smashed against the cold cement. A few minutes later the doors to the school were opened. As I was walking past the administrative area which housed the principal's office I was stopped and instructed to go to the principal's office. I don't recall much of the conversation that ensued, but I do remember I was in tears the entire time. “Raise your hands…. UP …MORE UP” ..fhattttt…
 fhattttt….
 In her closing remarks, the principal asked me if I was okay, and in between sobs I tried my best at 5 year old humor and said that I was fine, but I didn't think there was any help goanna be provided too ,except complaining to my nerdy sister which she would easily parcel home with decoration (colorfully ah..mind u ). Now you should have understood why I would sob.

The second time I was sent to the principal's office was where it can get to be a little cold every once in a while. I was at school early again waiting with some friends for the locks to be unhitched and the students be allowed to start their day. Much to our surprise we found that one of the doors had been left unlocked so we slipped inside to escape the cold (and because it was cool to sneak into the school). We found a bathroom on the third floor to hide in until school started, but were apparently a little too loud, because within a few minutes a teacher ordered us to leave the bathroom and marched us straight to the principal's office. Once again, I don't remember what the principal said, but it was short and punishment was doled out, because she must have understood that we were just escaping the class test scheduled.

In the 7th grade, I was sent to the principal's office for not doing my homework in math. (I hate math class). Kneel down…, raise ur hands .. Do it now … fast … fast… ufff…. Ur quite opposite to your sister… (shucks! that was even more painful than the heavy bum massage… For years.. I almost got immune to it too..poor lady ….wasting her energy on me as always ) .

But I like the teacher for her standup comedy (I feel so) .. Swinging at the class door.. “whaaaatttt re idiot stupid fellow … At least today u did home work aaa???” ..

A separate episode of hers coming up in later posts:-P

The best was went I had the classic chase around the ground for singing in class.. Damn …koha na pyaar hai .. tha woo… Lost soul ..I wonder she ever watched any movies except those nemo movies or kunfu panda where I always encountered her.

I have often thought about the first time and laughed. It is one of my clearest childhood memories which is kind of sad that one of my first memories is getting sent to the principal's office, but it's probably because it was so traumatic then.
Anyway.... there is no moral to these ridiculous stories, just something that I often think about that I thought I would share.

My first day in the big corporate world



Come tomorrow and it would be your first day in office.


I greeted her thank you and got up to walk towards the exit.


Sandieee, dot 9. see ya ! Good luck :-)And welcome aboard :-)


 A volcano of emotions ranging from anxiety to happiness erupted. The first day of precursory bright future should be a great day and I can, certainly, make it the best day of life.


 . That morning was a bit different than usual, as I had my new place to attend. I woke up early, which was quite unusual especially after the long lazy days. On the first day at work, believe it or not, you’d be scrutinized by many eyes. In fact even if a soul in the office doesn’t notice you, you’ll feel like a celebrity in a room full of paparazzi. Obviously, I had to look 1 kg pretty than I looked every day. Although a lot of them may deny, I think everybody wants to look beautiful and handsome on their first day of work.


Reached the office 20 minutes earlier than the office hour. Angie entered the waiting hall after a while and greeted me. We walked up to complete the remaining formalities of joining. Unlike the way dramatized in movies, the new comer would be neither having a shower of petals or a knock on the boss in haste nor the crazy attention of the male employees. It was way too simple for me to get introduced to the team and sit at the corner cubicle allotted. I felt really awkward sitting simply doing nothing till my desktop was fixed. As I did not know anyone and there was some time left for the induction to begin, I thought of exploring my cell phone menu, and tried calling a few friends.


Later in the day, the superstar-ness in me arose. The team of 40 odd has only one girl. This probably might have charged up many single guys yet only few dared the stunt.


Was up for lunch? A tall, dark hunk looked up from his glass edged cube.


While another walks up to give a chocolate, so are few behind my desk, scaringly staring as if wanting to say something with a wooden expression as John Abhraham's .


Then enters the Ghabhar of the office somersaulting …A his chamcha .. with a box of sweets …Although looked like extra animated and bulged version of TOM AND JERRY, but they are fun watching .


What may happen, people are punctual on two things - one lunch, two to rush back home. Kinda similar it was , but now me enjoying the stardom , a tough decision to make was join whom for lunch ? Is it the mumbaikars or dilli delighters or the independent norties leagues or the telaganites or the tamil kutties or the karnatikas… man…it was as tough as to choose uday chopra or Vivek oberoi as ur date.


Finally I managed to get into a hybrid gang which more into paternity life than any. Although not all are married there or have dozen of babies but they talked like double Phd holders in it




Inevitably, on the first day,I found work very difficult or very boring. May be for the vacation or the extra celebrity status.
 I think most of the girls feel this way for the first time; they make friends as soon as they enter any place. I think they bond sooner. Few minutes later, couple of guys came and sat beside me. I need not tell you what happened next.When two meet as strangers, they either become good friends or end up as great enemies later. Fortunately, we were trying to befriend each other. Soon, chatting with people around me became easy.
 Now this ritual has always been interesting for everyone. It's something that we all are so aware of, yet my heart beat faster till I managed to give a normal introduction of mine. The introduction process ate up most of the time, and soon the ice breaking session came to an end.


I was happy with my first day. Although first days are meant to be something special, the regional gangs came up together to make it great for me . A warm welcome treat :-) 

Thank you all who made my first corporate step a memorable one :-)





Wednesday

Hell College - Nostalgia


Donno ...Why I am writing this too.. but today while I  was hurrying to get to my office on time , I noticed THE college bus  in which I traveled for four years , right behind my car . Of course here are my  so called "nostalgia". Although it turned my 4 beautiful years a night mare.


I don't want to sound like some stupid literature nerd... but when Robert Frost wrote " And miles to go before I sleep and miles to go before I sleep... " he was SO NOT kidding. Thats how I felt four years ago ..and yeah a VERY VERY long four years they were!!! I almost cant believe it finally came to an end and (thankfully) I'm outta college!! HAHA.. PROPER LIFE !! not this stupid college that ive been rotting in for the last 4X365X24X86400 seconds..or so figuratively speaking.. u do the math...

Ironical as it seems i think im going to miss that HELL HOLE(my college). Its a pity that we wont have to walk up the stairs wondering when we'll be walking down them to go home again or whether we will be going down them again at all...I wont have to go to the HOD's room coz she wanted to "talk" to me... I'll miss all those fun times at lunch talking about how silly everyone else is..( yes.. we do put aside a few minutes for meals ).. Im going to miss having an exam every Monday,and tuesday,and wednesday... and EVERYDAY!!! I'm going to miss waking up each morning and looking through the news paper hoping that one particular building had been bombed by terrorists..or wishing that the rain had submerged it.. or hoping that it had been struck by lightning..I almost miss the excess texting syndrome to the same friend who is right next to me in the class.damn.... how can I forget the adventures we had just to skip a class for a stupid gulti movie.

Jokes apart... I've got to admit im going to miss all my friends and some of the teachers..( I repeat.. SOME of the teachers...) coz all those hours spent there have really caused a bonding... and thought i hate to admit it.. yes.. i cannot erase those years from my memory.. because there were some good moments... Like the time when Sirs(yeah our ladies jail had male faculty too) called me the "Dhoolpet Rowdy" and when he caught us sleeping in his class or when the HOD caught me sleeping in their classes SOOO many times or when Jayeeta Ma'm (Instrumentation Dept Torture head) used to check the notes and we used to quickly copy the notes we didnt get.. it was fun.. no doubt.. and blacky behind my blood for EVERYTHING ..I mean EVERYTHING LITERALLY ... im going to write a whole entry on that later..

I'm really going to miss being the coolest one around for a change :P .. coz everyone there was such a geek hahahaha( :P )

This ones out to all the survivors out there.... all those who r now smelling the oh so wonderful smell of freedom..from the clutches of corporate college!!!And for those who hate their new life already.. just remember.. we've seen worse...


PS: most of it is exaggerated . I did make some good friends for life there:-)  

Monday

Morning Bluesssssssssssszzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz



Of the seven beautiful days
why do I feel like writing about this one miserable day?
In a dependable perpetuity of conviction
of that brief moment of doubt?
In that wish to stay forever
of that one jiffy when I want to escape?
When I arbitrate most harshly as the heart pounds loud, questioning itself
but the ifs and buts stand no chance
for the morning must take care of this monster

Happy Monday Morning:-)




I just had my dose of the Monday blues.. :-)

Sunday

Hyderabadis Driving to "SPIRIT"ulism

Hyderabad roads teach some lessons in spirituality like nothing else can. You are lucky if you stay alive to learn it all.

Through millennia, India has been a magnet for many people across the globe in pursuit of mysticism, people who risked life and limb, crossed oceans and mountains to come and sit at the feet of enlightened masters. While meditation and yoga are two of the many paths to high consciousness, and while Hyderabad roads have the power to drive you over edge literally.

For starters, you should be convinced that there has to be a higher force in the universe. No physical or natural law can explain why in a city with four million motor vehicles, with road users utterly lacking the self preservation instinct, or any respect for others' life or property, only four or five souls wander from the streets every day. Even the most die-hard atheist is likely to start believing there is some divine interpolation.

Theoretically only human beings can have driving licenses. However, in Hyderabad, I wonder if that is true. Are bus drivers’ androids or terrorists or a unique species? Painted on the outside of each bus is the legend: “Propelled by Clean Fuel”. What is not painted is: “Driven by demonic fury”. The battered condition of these buses would convince even a dodo that they cannot be controlled mechanically. They must be controlled through psycho kinesis.. Their daily prayer seems to be: “Oh Lord, give me this day my daily victim, but deliver me from prosecution!” From a spiritual perspective, this teaches you about paradoxes. Life is full of them. Probably the most recognized is the paradox of good and evil. Some human beings are good, some are evil. Most of us are somewhere in between. This is the basic stuff of life.

Some schools of spirituality believe that if you are not always stretching yourselves to the limit, then you are not evolving as human beings. Motorcyclists are hardcore adherents of this school. Like moths, who hurl themselves into flames, they hurl themselves before cars, buses and trucks. Bikers are automatically enrolled in a secret society the objectives of which include running through red lights, cutting across several lanes in front of hurtling traffic, and tempting death as frequently as possible. Like trapeze artists, their aim is to tempt fate but not let the soul separate from the body. But the eternal wheel of life necessitates that some will. Darting through traffic, hitting wing mirrors of as many cars as possible, fatalists one and all, they risk anything to gain that split second advantage. Proving the primacy of mind over matter is important for spiritual development.

Inculcating humility is essential to spiritual growth. However, if one didn't encounter arrogance how would one recognize humility? To teach us humility we have the call centre cab drivers. They are easily recognizable by their battered white Qualises, Taveras and indicas with yellow plates, usually bearing AP and TR numbers. Most of them also fashion their looks after Bollywood villains. Unmindful of minor irritants like traffic rules, they go haring around the city scraping cars and anything else that comes in their way. They are true spiritual masters because they put the fear of God into people.

Spiritual teaching is also imparted by three-wheeler drivers. Their chariots are painted yellow. But their friendliness is limited to their color. They also have a secret society with some immutable rules. One, you must not drive in one lane, always straddle two. Second, you must not allow anybody to overtake you. Three, you must turn around suddenly, and frequently, in the middle of the busiest road without first looking to see if there is any traffic behind you. Four, you must drive with only one hand (the one on the accelerator) and one foot, the other one is usually tucked under your bum (a new asana?). Five, you must overcharge. Six, thou shall resist going to the destination of the passenger. Seven, you must park three or four abreast on busy roads.

Their rear view mirrors are pointed inwards towards themselves: “Know you”, our scriptures remind us! Their ear-shattering engines, and blaring Bollywood music, drown out all other road sounds including the warning horns of other road users. Oblivious of everything except potential passengers, they believe that what they don't see does not exist. Woe betides anybody who comes in their way. They teach us serenity. God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.



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