About Origin,Roots, That Makes a Difference !!!!!!!

A tired day at work, the walk back the steps to the bike park, Heading towards loneliness and the untidy bachelors den , adding insult to injury is the sight of a young couple with a cute kid at the balcony and your heart pounds for a family life, a life that makes sense. The morning next day searching for a washed pair of dress and stuffing up the burnt bread confirms the fact that a married life is the only solution, the way ahead for personal, financial and a disciplined life ahead. Life teaches men to compromise, Lying down at the window side, as the thought about married life seeps in, As it takes shapes and sizes, again the mind moves to another direction, Is that the only thing the mind does, to confuse you, or is that what you let your mind do, To jump from one decision to another.

Roots as always is the decision maker everywhere, running alongside life all alone is a tough task, and when you are not rooted anywhere you well can run, running is all you can do. There are two ways about life, one is to be in the ship and let the wind do the job and the second to be the sailor and take the ship were you want to. But I believe ship and the wind are just the to aspects, sailor is born free but in chains. Why is it that you are always just not what you are, why is that you are measured against your roots and the mistakes you commit, linked to the DNA. Is it that sailing through the ocean is easier if your masts are good, that the Ocean does not complain if you sail through and reach where you want , provided that you forefathers were sailors and the ship a veteran????.

What is that matters in the way ahead, a new beginning, erasing the past, easing you from the baggage, making your sail across, a pleasure. Winds have come down, my boat has reached the ocean. All the struggles one would take to get to the destination, I have gone through to get to the beginning, should I turn around, cut down the pace or should I get aggressive. The almighty has got you here and it’s you who need to take it forward and my decisions must only impact me, not my race, if it all I end up in a family web, their journey must begin at the Ocean and not at a lagoon, A lagoon which can challenge anyone much more than an ocean. The tough sail, I thought has made me cross half the way, the job, the money and the brand I believed has pushed me up, but I still remain looked down, sympathized and my ship which I thought was a ship is actually a boat and that too tattered and weak. People are sailing and moving ahead and me with a broad smile, reassuring and sealing the statement, I will F@##k this Ocean one day !!!!!. I hope the aim wins over the grudge, the emotion does not cloud the focus and the pace of the others does not tamper my heart, as it’s always said that “It does not matter who starts first, what matters is who finishes first “. I will finish this race, not for me, but for my roots, for my race, so that their heads are held high.

Now, you need that Womanizer !!!!!!!

The name of this blog might be wierd, like the concept of the movie Dejavu, where everything unrolls in the last 10 minutes. But I am ecstatic about this 15 minutes incident. Girls are always a facination for an Indian youngster, half of his energy, at the peak time of his life, wasted around thoughts and fascinations about women. Me no different from the crowd, firm believer of the saying " A thing of beauty is a joy for ever".

Enough of intro, Let's get into the matter now. Another lonely day and the only challenging deed the ride back home, I thought having Idli's at my favourite " Idlicious" might turn around the day. At the corner table, waiting for the hot food to arrive, I suddently could see a blue denim walking across and asking me and I would say she sounded sweet, ( Obviously she must have !!!!! ). To glance through her from the bottom to top would have taken 10 seconds and the lion share spend in between :).

I ordered another south Indian Delicacy, spending time with her being the motto. "Vada" was tasty and her presence made it spicier. She had a dish, which is supposed to be sour, and spicy and was appreciating the feel of havig it. Brown and athletic she got the womanizer in me wake up and dance, and it made me order a cofee at 9:00 in the night, that too a strong one.

The converstaion went on between her and the guy accompanying her, the realization that she was his friend made me feel that the chances are still there. The coffe got over and it was time to move, I consistently thought of a way to get into a chat, but somehow refrained from doing the same. The damsel, picked her phone and called a hospital and enquired about an Ultrascan to be done for her, by the next day. The receptionist on the other end enquired about the reason for the ultrascan, here we go,all the castles built on air started falling down, "Ultrascan for Pregnancy" she screamed as if she wanted to cut through my heart using the pregnancy dagger. The guy next to her gave me a look, a look that would have said now move your ass out of here.

I got up and suddenly started laughing, laughing about my psyche, the thought process I had and the failure not to have evolved to a man through the years. Thoughts has to change, fundamentals need to be strong and the DNA needs to be edited. Life will go forward but the eternal journey, moksha will be hindered. Intentional life again is a concept far from being implimented !!!!!!