Am i YOUNG ?? Am i OLD ??

Shirt Size is "S" and few White hairs (believe me last time i counted was 11).
A Bad introduction to my Physique though.

Coming back to the topic......

But truly speaking, is it the way to judge young or old ??
Is it the age that count for ??

Definitely NO.
Thats what the Title says "That YOUNG old man".

It was that young man who let me learn to think it twice before calling some one OLD.

It was the end of 2012 and we are starving to death as our Cook has left us in the mid of nothing.
We tried our luck and came up with chawal ka bharta and plain baingan ...

Sorry ... Plain rice and Baingan ka bharta. :P

We were looking for a cook desperateley ( like the way Team India is desperate for form before the start of CWC 2015).
Our house owner came up with a OLD* man age 80+* and said he is our new cook. And we are like WTH.

But we have to manage with the proverb rightly coming our way "Something is better than Nothing".
And i being a emotional guy (Running eyes like the rain from the sky. Again a bad inroduction :P) start feeling pity for him the work he gonna do at this very age and i came to know that he has Asthma.

Proving wrong with our prejudice, the next day lunch was superb. i don't eat too much, but i completed my meal.
It been two weeks and the dedication of that OLD* man is the one thing that to be noted about. In this age a OLD man is letting eat 6 YOUNG guys who are just good at nothing.

One day it was my off from office and i was just playing with the remote in the living area (Playing in the sense the programmes in the TV are buSH-LLit).

I tried going to the kitchen to know what MAUSA is preparing for lunch today ?? Its started with a normal intro as i never talked to him previously. and suddenly i asked Mausa why are you doing this in Old age. Don't you have any Son to take care of you ??

A deep silence and a broken heart what i can feel afterwards. A deep breath and a answer that.... leave it ( still remembered that moment).  He broke out and said his son died 5 years back in assam during a riot.

He sat down and said I am alone.
I said immediately mausa who said you are alone, we are with you.
you lost one son. but he gave you 6 sons.

He hugged me. out of no where i felt that few words can be gold for some.

He served us for 6 months ( even he was unwell, he used to cook despite we use to scold him). Far from family we got a care taker, we got a father.

I got transferred. It was a sunny afternoon. I went to the bus stop to go to my native place.
Someone was waiting for me in the sun to hand me over a parcel.

He cried, he hugged, he blessed me and i just can touch his feet.
I opened the parcel and can find piece of CHENAPODO.*
I can feel the care within. I looked at him and can feel somewhere around there is selfless love still exists.

Days passed and we all left the place. Mausa was all alone again.
Who said alone ??

We are still in touch with him. One who get a chance,visit him and we do our responsibilities what we need to do as a son.

Lost to him by age. Now say is he not a YOUNG old man ??

Age is just a number.
Live and let live.
Keep Spreading smile, who knows One smile can let you proudly walk a mile.

"LIVE IN DEEDS NOT IN YEARS"
"AGE IS MERE A NUMBER"

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Chenapodo* - is a cheese dessert from the state of Odisha in eastern India.
                      Burnt cheese in fact.

                     Try it once. Reach me once i will help you out. Reach me before i eat up my salary.
                       they don't accept credit cards :P

Love You All
Chinmaya

Love At First Fight

I am not a wrestler, she is not Mary Kom either.

It was 3 years back, when i first got posted in Gurudasnagar a small town in  Chattisgarh. First job is exciting though, a new journey, new fun and a  freedom to rejoice. 

It was summer days. I cant forget those days. And Indian summer don't need a introduction. They come, they burn and keep burning untill you feel you are out of the tandoori grill. It was a 5 hrs "Bas" journey from the nearest station.Don't ever think i misspelled Bus. This is what i was yelling through out the journey, "Ab bas". Not to forget the over crowded Bas. oops "BUS". 

I reached room, which was the company guest house booked for me. Empty stomach, Dinosaurs running all where. Heat, Humid, Hunger all making a tease of me and i felt like a trapped rat. 

I took my shirt off and threw it out to a corner of the room in disgust. It was soaked through in sweat. I lay back on my back and stared at the ceiling. Sleep eluded me, not that it was essential, though, but a good siesta after a tiresome journey was always welcome.

The ceiling proudly displayed a hook to which a fan should have been hung. Only this illusory fan was missing. The walls needed a coat of paint. The ceiling needed a fan and the floor too was incomplete. An ineffective table fan swung in the far corner, albeit in utter languor, emitting a peculiar sort of groan that rose and fell with the swing. What was it doing there anyway? It gave out more sound than breeze.

Now the hunger has turned Anger. Need a shower desperately to ease things up. Then can think of lunch.

Rushed downstair to get a body soap. 
Ohh gosh !! The crowd is all where, seems like the shop is a mini fish market, where the crowd is having a loot. 

I never cared for it, tore apart the crowd and went inside.
(Hmm pretty experienced, college days, Shahrukh first day-first show, Rush and the happiness to get a half dozen of balcony tickets for the troop)

"Oye dikhta nahi hai kya, kahaan kahaan se aa jaate hain"
A sweet but daring voice interupts me as i went inside.

I can realise it was my fault, as i stepped hard on some one in the rush. I should have been patient. But that anger was on top. Never made me realise it was my mistake.

Out she came.
Fair, angelic , black eyes and dark brown hair.
Yeah i noticed a lot before she shouted on me "Pagal ho gaye ho kya ? Dikhta nahi, Aise kaise ghus aaye ? Itni bhi kya jaldi hai ? " 

I just could say a Sorry with a dull voice with no energy left in me. 

"Sorry kya ? galti karke sorry bol diya. bahut easy hai naa ?"

I know it was my fault. But she was too harsh on me.As like i have made a blunder doing so, the earth stopped rotating. 

"Madam !! Sorry toh bola naa." Galti meri thi.

"Kya galti ??" Jaan bujh ke galti karna aur phir sorry.
Yeh sab karte kyun ho....??

And the words keep flying. The whole market keep staring at us. Like we are discussing some serious issues in the newshour.

I decided to put a off mode to the ears and look at her face, innocent but not ready to give up. That anger made that face more adorable even.
Guess what a smile can do ?? Magic for sure.

The shopkeeper put a halt to it, handing over the bath soap.
And i came back to the room.

Hunger .... disappeared.
A cold breeze wiped away all the humidity and i just felt i am not me now. 

I never got a chance to apologise and let her understand,it was not deliberate.Even felt also she must have realised it too.Something inside me is set alive for sure.
Aaaah !! The tireness took over and i fell asleep.

First day at office....!!

The market was quite familiar to me now, The shop being the crime spot. I kept walking and the heart kept searching a face in the crowd. 

I reached early,got my documents verified and was busy cleaning my desk.

"Good Morning" A feminine voice greeted every one in the office.Ohh, I am familiar to this voice, i have heard it before.I looked back eagerly. It was Mrs Joshi, our Team supervisor.Every feminine voice reminds me of her, her presence.

A rare smile on my face and I kept cleaning my desk with that face still green in my mind. A hope to meet her again, a hope to say sorry, Hope like rain in summer.

Love at first sight ?? Love at first fight instead.

Keep Loving
--Chinmay--

Witness Winter : A pain within

Winter is at it's peak. It’s Seven in the Evening and the park is almost empty.
The lights have faded long way back and a light fog have engulfed the whole city.
The freshness in the air is the witness of the cold, when the half of the city are still busy with their routine life.

The cold breeze, The twinkling stars in the sky were getting dimmer midst of the fog , so was the lonely moon among them.Like me … missed in solitude even in a typical crowd inside this park.This way, the moon had an intimacy with me.

The flora and fauna looking fresh as they have something to wish.

The concrete bench was the sufferer to face the cold breeze.The nearby light post which had been standing like a watchman was now appearing hazier and hazier. The droplets of evening dew were falling from the sky, enjoying the free fall of gravity.

It’s early December.
The winter has started shuddering this city with the mercury going down every time. 

Perhaps I am the last one to leave the park.... No Somebody is still there to wait for....!!

Dishaa !! Three years back, when I was quite new to this city. How can I forget that winter.She Knitted a sweater for me, perfect fit and the perfect color for me.
Perfect gift to tie up the beautiful fold of relationship.

Three years after, same place and I am still wearing the same sweater.
They say naah, Indivisible love. May be, it’s that only.
When winter comes, How can her memories be far behind ?

The moon still gazing at me from a distance, asking “Are you also alone,the way I am”.
I could only put my heads down, & say to myself “You have  millions of stars with you”.

“Ayub !! We have to go now, It’s too late”. 

And I always have a reason to stretch the time a bit, With her, it’s always a seventh heaven.Sleeping  on the lap of my girl, waiting for the spring to come. 

Ignoring….. the cold wave and the drizzling dew drops.

Time passed, the earth rotated, revolved, and the next winter came.
But its not the same winter as before. The cold waves started teasing you like the hot loos.This time I am alone. Still in search of that lost smile, which has opt to shy away inside the coffin of deep sleep.

In every winter I wear the same  sweater gifted by Dishaa and feel her in me.
Maybe she might  have forgotten the art of knitting sweaters.
Even otherwise, she won’t be knitting sweaters any more for anybody.

She may have parted ways, But have I ?

“It’s already nine’o clock, Sir. Let’s go. I have to close the gate now.”

What…if I disobey the watchman’s instructions? What... if I break the rules ?
He would sense a mad in me and kick me out of the park.

The one with a broken heart, can’t break the rules. I know.

I can only see the city sleeping behind those dim lights, when I make my way out of the park.The Cold waves are at its peak.

“Saheb !! Kuch do naa ??” 

 Heard a shattered voice ( Torn shirts,  bare foot, cramped legs and the half bare body still resisting the cold of December)

I could only pull off my Sweater, pat him on the back and hand it over to him.
My whole body was sweating profusely. The heartbeats have been faster.
And a long silence to follow.

(Can hear the watchman shouting – Sir, thand lag jaaegi !! jaante nahi aap aise bacchoin ko...Chor hai saala !!)

And I moved away and waited for taxi to take me to my place.
Sad that I got rid of her memory.
But what about witnessing winter, the pain is still with me.
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                                                                                                                                                                                 Thanks,                                                                                                                                                            Chinmay  

"Papa" !!
That happiness when you return from a hectic day from office and some one comes running to you and her voice fades away all your tiredness.
(untying shoes)...!!!
Whats up Dear ?? How are you doing ?? 

"Oh common " came a strong voice from inside. "You are late as usual" . 
Is it the right time to come home ? Little Eisha is almost tired waiting for you and so am i .

And that moment you have to be silent. Don't ever think of using the proverb "Silence says more than words"
Better keep it till the dinner is over.

It's been a daily routine for me. Arriving late as always than her. But that's called life. But what raised exponentially is the love between us.
The love that started some way like this :-

Flashback  few years back : My story of a Long Distance Relationship
Many people have their own views and opinions about a long distance relationship. But it's better to draw conclusion when you are into it. Just like you can't judge a shoe from its look, wearing it some times help you more.

Love is not the way it happens before.With the more and simpler ways to connect people together from all over the world, you can know a lot about them. Soon enough, you are learning more about this other person than you know about your next door neighbor, which results in a strong, deep connection. 

Have Read it some where "A man is someone who takes care of his business and his woman".
And if you are the right guy to take care of the saying, I think happiness is all yours.

You meet someone online, who could live thousand miles away from you, and you begin telling that person all about yourself. Why not? no real risk involved. If the person doesn't like what they are hearing about you, who cares. It's not as if you are ever going to meet the person anyway, you don't even know them. But what happens when that same person enjoys everything you have to say, and begins telling you about themselves in return? Before you know it, you have told your entire life story, including things your best friend's don't even know, to someone you considered a stranger a few days ago. You find yourself hopping online a lot more often, in hopes of chatting it up with your new friend. In a short period of time, you begin talking to this person more than you talk to anyone else in your life, including those you see often. A strong attachment/bond begins to form between the two of you, and you are quickly falling in love. Now what?

You have fallen for that mesmerizing smile and you are ready to die for it.

And Don't worry about those thousand miles what i have mentioned.
It's not like the Coulomb's law in physics where you have to fear about the distance. 

Jab chemistry acchi ho toh then kaahe ka Physics se darr ??

But it do biologically prove something as well.

"If the two charges have the same sign, the electrostatic force between them is repulsive; if they have different sign, the force between them is attractive."

Hope you have applied little Biology with Physics this time.

Getting out of the theories, emotional connection are the base of any relations. You can be physically attracted to any random person you meet, but overtime, that attraction is going to fade and you will realize there is nothing there emotionally. You will come to realize that it is much easier to fall in love with someone through conversation than it is to fall in love with someone you are physically with. But can a long distance relationship actually work out in the end?  

Yes, No / May be ?? 
But it is a big Yes for me.

When you talk about love, it should be unconditional. So why a name to a relationship. A relationship is always a relationship. Then why the need of putting a phrase "long distance" to it though we know we all belong to the same planet. Not like a extra ordinary love story where we talk about galaxies.

Every Relationships require a lot of patience, will power, and effort on both partners. If you have what it takes, then A Long Distance Relationship will definitely work in your favor, and may even end up being the greatest love story you will ever have. 

So love the way it is. Love it your way !!

"Dinner is ready" !!! Again that voice reminds me that i can't be late this time.
                                                                                                               
                                                                                                                             Love  you                                                                                                                                 Chini

Would you be my Valentine ?

No No Never !!! Boys Hold on ............. Not for you as i am completely a combination of XY Chromosome. For Girls you have a life time to decide......!!!

                                          Moving on !!! I recall last Valentine day i started my world of blog ( In fact the world says it blog, for me it's my way to prove my hobbie).

It's 14th Feb again, for some it's the day of love, the end of the love week, for some it's the same day with 24 hours. Sun rising in the east, and setting North ???? West re !!! 

I know this day is very special, but if your love is eternal it's just like a valentine day everyday. Some questions the existence of love. Of course it's there.

"How come Bappi Lahiri wearing gold chains ??" Pyaar bina Chain kahan re ?? So it's there for sure.

And any one noticed reading it carefully, that i have misspelled hobby as hobbie in the 4th line. It seems windows provide a spell check but not your brains :p

Life and Love always have a same thing in common. Apart from both start & end letters are same, both .length() method returns same value. Both runs in parallel. Some times sync can be lost, but they can be retained. For some it's a dream coming true, some it's a dream that never let you sleep.

It's always a temporary madness, whenever you fall in love. Flooded with feelings, raising like a tsunami, erupting like an earthquake and then it subsides. Don't think i have a wrong impression as i am comparing it with natural calamities. Of course it's natural !! But not sure if it's a calamity ?? but it subsides for sure. And when it does, you have to be decisive. Then it put a mark of confusion, whether you are so close that you should ever part. But that is the answer. That is what Love is. Love is not breathlessness, it is not a joyous ride, it is not excitement, it is not the desire to mate every second of the day. It is not lying awake at night imagining that she is kissing every part of the body.
No ... please that is not that funny !!! don't blush even !!

I am just alongside with the truth. For that is just being in love; which many of us can convince ourselves what we are. Love it self is what is left over, when being is love has burned away.

Working as a web developer now a days, can simply say "You can't leave !! My Heart doesn't validate without you" . Form validations are not that easy either :p Believe me :)

Almost a 7 long years !!

Still most of the questions unanswered !! 

"Why you are expecting a call ??"

"If she calls .. Why she should ask about you ??"

"Who the hell i am to her ??"

and a big LOL... :p

and here i got my answer !! LOL - Live Out with Love. 

                                                                         Happy Valentine Day ----- Chinmay 

That was the Night Before........

5 tips to do well in exam ( I have read it somewhere during my childhood days.)

1> Eat a well Balanced Dinner.
2> Get a full night Rest.
3> and the next day. Wake up.
4> Eat a well Balanced Breakfast.
5> Leave early for the exam. (Don’t forget to have Curd).

Yeah these may work for them who have prepped well the whole semester.
What about those who are still searching for the syllabus the very last night before the exam. Some still are unaware about the fact that there is a exam tomorrow.

And if it comes to fear;
Darrte toh hum kisike..... Baap se nahi.
Par apne Baap se darr toh lagta hi hai.

And some talks about the MOOD;
"Bhagwaan ka diya sab kucch hai,
  Books hai, Notes hai, time hai,
  Aur Honsla toh itna hai ki .....
  Jab chahun khambe ukhad sakta huin,
  Jab chahun padh ke top kar sakta huin..!!
  Parr ek baat ki kami hai.... yeh MOOD saala bantaa hi nahi.

But, believe me those days were awesome.

Those tensed nights, those unfulfilled dreams, that hard coffee, those cheap cigarettes, those Midnight alarm and a hope to fight the lone battle the very next day.

And Some are ready with the excuses for skipping exams:-
“I missed the exam because I consumed a bag of fat-free Pringles while studying the night before and the Olestra gave me anal leakage, abdominal cramping, and diarrhoea”.

Understood anything??

Even the Professor is busy  understanding what the actual problem is? :P
Some one rightly said "The best way to convince someone is to confuse someone."

Some are ready with their master plans: - How to spend 3 hrs in the exam hall?

2:00-2:10  Write the reg no. & subject code.
2:10-2:40   Read carefully the instructions given.
2:40-3:40  Read the question paper twice.
3:40-4:15   See if you understand any questions and write whatever you want to.
                      (FAKE it if you cannot MAKE it).
4:15-4:20  Ask for water & drink,
                     Next go out to the toilet to know “Kis kis ki phatti padi hai??”
                     That gives you confidence that you are not alone.
4:20-5:00 Dikhaa Saale!! Pass karaade please, Agle baar se pakka padhke aaunga.

Every semester, the schedule has played its negative part followed by some sleepless night.
(Movie, Masti, Mazak suddenly turned into M for Maatam).
Things completely changed, those deserted addaas.
That VLC media player turned Adobe Reader.
Those playing cards turned exam notes.

That wall once posted with erotic hot girls turned the one posted with equations & formulas.

But despite those, a belief is there to strive hard for it and success is all ours.

Those shattered books, Those pirated DvDs, That afflict desktop-monitor, Those crippled Ear-phones,That torn mattress, Those uncooked Maggi and 2-3 heads coming out of a shared blanket (Always had a Tortoise feeling from that).

And a kameena always there within us only reading PREVIOUS YEAR QUESTIONs and keep asking everyone “Previous year padhucha ki naahi. Sabu seithiru Asiba”.

And a long queue for the toilet, that exposed hairy-scary legs and those towel pulling. It all became the part of that night where we have started our mission to do or die.
That oath “Back laagibara naahi”.

But the thing that counts for us is the patience and the courage we showed!!
Don’t know where that energy comes from at that point of time. Even Einstein’s  mass-energy equivalence ( e= mc2) fails to get a relation out of it.

Today when I have the splash back of those memories, i never have a glimpse of those grade-sheets, but the pictures that roll over are those punchy-crunchy preparation.
That preparation which taught me that team-effort, that patience, that courage and never to give up.

That is what i always loved about exam.

That was the night before..............

What about yours ??                                                        
                                       Chinmay.

India : We the People

Proudly Celebrating 67th year of independence and still enjoying it.

Rupee falling down, If Newton was alive today.. he’d have redefined gravity based on d falling Rupee and we’d have a new value... Apples fall slower...!!

Prayers to God to stop rains so that our traffic moves smoothly on pothole filled roads or that demure dressing protects girls from rape (I wonder which diaper the baby that have been raped should have worn!). Few Protests, Candle March and then every one forget it and get indulges in watching IPL matches.

When a new shocker comes courtesy the ruling party. If we were to believe them than no one should be poor because you can have a meal for 12 rupees a day. Few said it depends on one's perception.
But never realized Onions in Salad are missing these days with their price touching 80's.

Stop saying we will not play cricket match against Pakistan if they attack and behead our dozen of soldiers. That's a very good excuse though. 
Stop playing politics on the natural disaster.  That's not their fault as it's Lord Indra who forgot to mend his tap which was leaking. That's why heavy pouring.

Dear Politician this game of statistics to prove that "aal izz welll" in India makes me want to throw up. You crunch the number and make some insane political statements and hope to get away, and sadly you do as many vote you back in power falling for your skewed and dishonest statements. Who do you want to fool? One does not need to be a rocket scientist to see poverty a midst your glitzy malls and gated communities. have you ever thought who build them? And how they live? And where there go? And what happens to their kids?  You come up with cleverly drafted options to meet your so called goals.

I am speechless, repulsed, sick and ashamed of being a citizen of a country where no one cares about the poor. I live in a country where girls are not safe. I live in a country where caste, creed, color, religion matters a lot. I live in a country where everyone live cause they have to. 

We have a "n" number of problems, and we have got "n+1" number of ways to compromise.

And we are still celebrating  the 67th year of Independence. 

Jai Hind.                                                                                                 Chinmay