Tea, Cake and My Car ..

The table is set perfectly, for ‘tea for two’. (and the piece of cake is ready too).  I am really looking forward to this. There is still a good half an hour left for my guest to arrive as per the  text  I just got. Suddenly the door bell rings…………..  

Then I see through my door peep hole just to find that my relatives have come. My relatives had told me that they would make a surprise visit.  But , I was cursing god, “Why today, and why now of all time in the world?”. I did not have ample time to converse with God. The orthodox brahmin couple entered my house without any invitation and their younger son started running through the house as if this was some playground for him. I had nicely arranged all the things in the house to impress her. I even had a bet with her, that if she finds the house clean, then I could call her whenever I wanted to and she would not cut the call. 

The couple asked me in unison in their high pitched tone, “Do you always maintain your home like this?”. I replied, “Yes, do you have a problem?”. I could sense some strange expressions on their faces. I immediately wanted to change the topic. Sometimes brain stops working in these kind of situations.     I asked them, “Do you like to have something?”. The confusion on their faces faded into smiles. Uncle started, “I see that you have everything ready for us. You have kept some tea and cake on the table. How so nice of you…”

 My fake smile on my face could no longer hide the feelings of my heart and I shouted, “No . no uncle. Those are not for you.. err.. Sorry.. Those won’t suit your health. They are lying their on the table for the past two days. I forgot to remove them. For the past two days, I am having food outside and I did not bother to clean my table. And ..” I was searching for some more linking parameters which would make a nice bit of excuse…

Aunt started, “Off oh.. No problem. Don’t worry. We have not come for eating. We just wanted to meet you nah. Simply. I came to your colony to meet some ladies to discuss ..” I was imagining when she will come and what would she feel like. “… then I just told your uncle that we will meet you, and that we would surprise you as we had told before. Uncle agreed and anyway, Raju was enthusiastic to see your toy car collection. We straight away started towards your home.” I calmly replied, “Oh so nice of you to come here. By the way, when you are planning to leave?” I could not believe what I just uttered. They absolutely had no clue to why I was behaving so strangely. 

In a moment of time, things happened which were beyond anyone’s control I would say. Raju had taken my flying car from the collection and he could not operate it so well that it was flying haphazardly in the drawing room. I screeched at Raju, “Give me the remote control” To my horror, the car landed on my table, right next to tea cup. And it did not stop there. The car stopped after hitting both the tea cups and cake fell on the ground spoiling the chocolate cream spread on it.

The next moment, I heard TING TONG. Raju opened the door. She was clad in her favourite pair of shirt and jeans. She saw me with the remote control and the cars next to the broken tea cups and floor smeared with chocolate, which invited some orthodox house-flies too……
I just managed to hear two words out of her mouth that day, ” Hi … Bye…”

The Monk who sold his NANO

Life is no brief candle for me.
It is a sort of splendid flash-light which I have got hold for the moment,
and I want to charge it as much as possible before handing it on to 
future generations.
George Burger Shah

It was a bright day in Nepal. Sun’s rays were falling on a bright face of a saintly man. Augustian’s meditation place was situated right in the midst of ice-capped mountains. It was a cold day, as he was sitting in his monkly attire. His monkly attire consisted of a single dhoti. He also had a saintly turban which he once bought in the kumbha mela festival.
He was trying to meditate on the eternal truth which Krishna declared in Bhagavad Gita, called as Geeta Saar: 
As he was meditating on this eternal truth, tears started rolling down his cheeks. He was on the path of sainthood. He had to get rid of attachments and desires. But memories of the past started flowing like tsunami, which he could not avoid……
Augustian was the only son to his parents. He grew up in the neighbourhood of Bharatpur like any small boy in his boyhood days. He too grew with the passion for Cricket like any other school-going fellow. He would carry his exam-writing pad to his school everyday, even during the non-exam days, inorder to play the mundu cricket.
He was born in the days of cricket, when avid and anguly would make great partnerships and lead the country to triumphant victory in most of the matches. He would silently sneak into his friend’s home every time there was a match against the country. He was literally jumping with joy when the country would win a match. 
Days passed by and sun set and rose many times that now Augustian was ready to take up a job. It was 2nd August, 2004. Augustian always waited for the month of August every year. It happened to be his favourite month. All the wonderful events in his life happened this month. He was born in this month. He won his tennis championship in the month of August, 1992 in his college. He met his girlfriend in the month of August, 2000. 
He was so superstitious about the month of August that he would postpone all his initiatives to be taken up this month. It was 2nd August, 2004. He got a appointment letter from a company, named Finite House Cooper. He was so thrilled about his job offer, he gave a treat to his friends and family members at Hotel Vashi. Hotel Vashi seemed to be the best hotel in town offering tasty, yet expensive food. 
That was 5 years ago, when he joined as a Business Analyst at the Cooper’s. There was something which
was bothering him a lot. He had to buy a car. He was waiting for a car from the automobile industries which would just match his budget. He had managed to save money, inspite of other financial responsibilities. He had few dreams in his life.
One of his many dreams were to buy a car. This tiny dream was fulfilled when NANO came into market. He was known to be the first in his state to get a Nano car. His joy knew no bounds and he shared his joy again at Hotel Vashi.
It was 5th August, 2010. He was saving enough to make a trip to London. He thought for a moment. He called up his friends and made a plan. He was there in the airport before all his friends. He started day-dreaming. He dreamt that he would be sitting amongst the audience and watching the cricketers running in the grounds. He was getting visions of catching a ball which appeared to be a six hit by one of the players. He was truly an avid, fanatic fan of the cricket team.  He was woken up by his friends to board the British Airways.
Atlast he was living his dream. He stood in the stadium along with thousands of supporters. All along, he was shouting slogans supporting the team.  BUT the team played not to his expectations. He was feeling bad all the days when he toured the Great Britain. He even remebered his relatives’ dialogue, “Why are you spending so much and going and watching? Are you going to benefit even a naya paisa??” He asked himself, ” Did I make the right decision to come and watch the game live only to watch them lose like this? “. He was consoled by his friends. “Don’t worry” “All is well” “light teesko raa” “parava illa machaan” and other sorts of consolations… He was on a return trip to India with hopes shattered and dreams battered.  
Days passed, months passed, time ticked by. Sun again rose and set. It was 19th August 2011. He thought for a moment. History does not need to repeat itself. Geography need not remain the same. Physics was not discovered by Newton… and other random thoughts. He made a conference call to his friends distributed across the country. This time, Australia. “Guys, come on. We need to go and cheer up our team. We can make it. We can handle the pressure.” One of his friends disturbed, ” Ya, in australia, pressure is low. ” But this time, Augustian looked at the wall in his office. Augustian looked at his wallet. He logged into his account and checked his balance. The balance was more than enough to have a dinner at Hotel Vashi. He decided. He went to the car shop and he asked, “Kithna detha hai? “.
 He returned home with flight tickets to Australia. He met his friends at the airport. He did not day dream this time. He was looking at his watch. His friends were already at the airport. His superstitions were met till this point. One of his friends remarked, “How much you sold it for?”. He calmly replied, “0.9 lakh”. All of them boarded the flight. He reached the stadium. He did not stand. He did not shout slogans. He saw. He saw wickets falling. He saw sixes. One of the sixes came right into his lap. It was from David Warner.  And the rest he saw was history….
Life does not need to give you thousand reasons to follow the path of truth. It need not give you thousand situations to alert you about your reality. Life will just take some sixes and few fours to make you walk on the path of truth. 
disclaimer: may be a tribute to fans who watched the matches live in the stadium at the Land of Kangaroos and the Land of Elizabeth.
P.S: Augustian was sipping his tea. He just borrowed a transistor from a fellow himalayan. He tuned in and the voice in the transistor said, ” Hello everyone tuned in. This is richie benaud from Melbourne. This is the first match in Aagnipot series…. “

Tea for two (and a piece of cake) Tuesdays!

If I could invite anybody for ‘tea for two’ today it would undoubtedly be 
Steve Jobs. Probably I would have asked him how does the tea taste like? And he would answer in his superb iConic style. He would even come up with an iDea of iTea. He might talk about the elegant way of creating tea-cups. He might just take up the simplest of all mundane things and create an interest in appreciating the simplicity of things. I wish to see him when he would create a sensational feeling about every second you spend with the tea-cup. His presence would create a feeling that there are no ordinary moments in life, even the one where you have your tea. God, I wish he comes in his black turtleneck and blue jeans, to grace the tea-meeting….

Stay hungry Stay foolish

In the year 2005, on 12th June, sun rose and sun set as usual. But there was a moment, a moment of passion, a moment of glory, a moment of inspiration, and what not …(fill in the dots, i am out of words here).
A man, not attired in his black turtleneck and blue jeans, but in a black gown, gave a speech at Stanford University. The speech proved to be very inspiring for many entrepreneurs and others too.. 
Salient points from the great speech:
” …
You can’t connect the dots looking forward; you can only connect them looking backwards. So you have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in your future. You have to trust in something: your gut, destiny, life, karma, whatever because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well worn path, and that will make all the difference. 

Sometime life’s going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick.  Don’t  lose  faith.  I’m 

convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve 
got to find what you love. …

And following were his last words in his speech:


Stay Hungry. 
Stay Foolish. 
Thank you all very much ...”
If someone gives such a speech, then bruce almighty knows what are the consequences:
1) According to a survey conducted by the Society of Qualified Entrepreneurs (SQE), the amount of innovation and creativity in the people who listened to this speech increased by 60 %. This is a good sign as people always are waiting for new products which would make their lives easier and enjoyable.

2) The number of entrepreneurs, globally, rose up by 35 % compared to 2004 .
3) Ladies who were drawing Rangoli started connecting the dots looking backwards, which lead to very innovative forms of kolam (synonym of Rangoli). According to Royters (read it as reuters), they hailed from a  a remotely located village in India named, Steveartpuram.

Asked about their new style, one lady Rangamma, proudly says, “You have to trust that the dots will somehow connect in the future.”
Another lady with full enthusiasm and confidence, said, “Because believing that the dots will connect down the road will give you the confidence to follow your heart, even when it leads you off the well-worn path.”
Royters  say that the impact had been as deep as a rathole, that the vehicles in the roads came to a stand still. The well-worn path was cluttered with as-many forms of Kolam as many times as lokanna would have farted ***. That path also got blocked for people to draw water from the wells.

4) People have started flocking in construction sites, rather than preoccupying themselves by browsing websites in the internet. Royters say that people are waiting day-in and day-out standing. One favourite pastime of some standees is that he/she listens to his/her (respectively) ipod all through the day. Royters was curious, so asked one of the standees who was in his/her stand-at-ease posture. The standee calmly replied, “Sometime life‘s going to hit you in the head  with  a  brick. ” and waited, waited and waited. Another co-standee replied, “Dont lose faith”. Someone was shouting from the top of one of the floors where they were doing a catch-practice of bricks, “I’m convinced that the only thing that kept me going was that I loved what I did. You’ve got to find what you love.” and as he said this, one of the bricks slipped his fingers. “TONG” ipod’s next song started playing, the owner fell to his/her ground.

5) The funding for “Diabetes research”  rose to such great heights, that tech giants from heaven would have seen that using iCloud. One of the main reasons was the proliferating number of cases of diabetes. Some research groups firmly premised that the major reason was McDonalds . Royters asked one of the customers as to what was his motto to become such a fan of McDonalds and came the reply, “Stay hungry . Stay foolish “

Steve jobs to one of his heaven-mates, ” why this kolaveri ? “.
Heaven-mate replied, ” what an iDEA ? “.
From Earth someone replied, “get idea 3g ..”

***medical sir: “contextual spell-checkers were not available to produce proper words.. Those who half-ended, get some parle-g and some mentos.”