Tuesday, December 25, 2012

no-activity weekend hour


     “All kind of things happen in life, the very one life that we all have. Every happening is one of its kind for me in my life and for you in your life. The same time when I am sad, may make you happy and your sadness may make me happy or we can both be happy and sad together. Very unique, very singular and very intriguing is every moment of our life.” Bittu is in his mid- weekend evening, no activity full philosophy mood and what he is trying is to stir his coffee against clock side. Trying to step outside the circle for a moment and see the rotating picture. Only he has Rum for Coffee today and me for audience. Basically he will be at his best once a quarter liter in, now is just half way through.



        I am trying to ignore his blabbering just like Kammla busy with her search for a new pair of slipons literally scratching and clawing and concurring and confirming and reconfirming every item that’s listed in every seller that has put up a shop online yet never she finds what she is searching for or in other words satisfies her enough to make her so happy that an order is placed; or Vinodh, trying his best to keep his love and life stable with his forever dissatisfied girlfriend Bhibha. That second step in second half of the flight of stairs that go to our terrace to where light from the veranda do not reach nor does darkness of the moonless night can evade nor can his voice reach anybody inside the room. That is where he sits, always with his phone becoming hotter gradually while he sheds his tears and quenches his anger or even make love over air till poor phone dies. There is also Quantum, ear phones buried deep into his ears and classic Bollywood playing in infinite loops lost deeper in his heap of books; books of great religious man and value I suppose, Swami Vivekananda mostly. I tried a couple of times but had to quit I get bored pretty quickly. Yet I like Quantum of all of us and all of us love Quantum of all of us too. Wondering how Quantum became Quantum, while in college one day his teacher asked him the definition of Quantum Energy to which Quantum answered, “Quantum is the minimum amount of physical energy involved in any intersextion.” And became known as Quantum since; his actual name being Umber Prakash Bhagwati.


        But you see I cannot be them, not Kamla, not Vinodh, not Quantum nor Bittu, I am me and I have to remain as me forever. Unlike the rest I will have to walk Kamla to her PG before dinner, I will have to cook our dinner and remind Vinodh and Quantum when dinner gets ready. Also I have to… let us not talk about Bittu now. I have some dreams you know, earn more money than Mohan, my manager; buy a Range-rover and go to party every night skinny jeans shinny shirt, hot girls and cold beer around while I do my go-wild dance moves. Yet sometimes want to settle down in a nice locality, a nice posh one near a lake marry a simple modern educated working beautiful Indian girl; but at a second thought I want to live free forever don’t want to get married. Forever travelling the whole world, climbing mountains, deep sea driving, walking dense jungles and discovering new tribes somewhere.  I do not want to go to office every day or cook food every day or clean our room every day I don’t want to the same thing every day. I want something new every day, something different every time I just have one life, just one day as today, just one moment as this. That is why I cannot ignore listening Bittu’s philosophy of life, right now his philosophy has touched more stronger notes, “… yeh shamm mastaniii, maddhoshhh kiyeee jai koi door ‘O roop ki raani kab aayegi tu… happy new year…lets … HAPPY NEW YEAR”- thudd!!

1 comment:

Unknown said...

after a long long time