Pursuit Of Excellence

           Sometimes when things get rugged and tangled up for me I find it a very backbreaking job to discover a sneak peak to the tranquility. At that very moment I am reminded of the fact that happiness, felicitousness and salvation are the times that we can only pursue but can't live . They may come for a flash but the moment we realize that there was a flash it is gone and what we are left with are the memories of those gracious twinklings of our life on which we intend to live forever.                  

                          There are times when we turn up almost every  stone and try every damn key that we have for the lock but we end up with the door still locked and that one stone that still has to be turned up.Thats where most of us call curtains and end up giving their shots but folks thats the place from where we should actually start. Though we might not be having that perfect key but its hard for me to figure out that why do we keep ourselves ignorant of the fact that we still have that bunch of keys which can be shaped up as that perfect key for opening the lock of the door.  And behind that door lies the abode that can be termed as "THE LAST RESORT" or the place where all the runnings and approachings come to a hault and where we live the moments which we were pursuing all through our life. But most of us end up coming to that locked door and when we witness the door to  be locked we kick the door hard screaming loud and start looking  for other doors.A wiseman once said" A sleeping fox counts chickens only in his dreams". When I look for the definations justifying the validity of the statement I get brainstormings  to know the number.    

                                       Well I should not scribble this saying to the people and sit calm and vindicated of being a miscreant because I ain't any GOD. I am the same person who like other people walk in the crowds and wear all those false expressions to deceive the world. I am the same person who digs pits for himself by oversleeping dreaming about those 1 mile long limos like BENTLEYS and MAYBACKS , those red carpets rolled down in his reception and those sky towering corporate houses. But frankly I don't find any harm in that because the one who dreams for THE BIRD OF THE PARADISE atleast ends up with a wet hen and that wet hen is good enough for me to negotiate for............

Why do we sell "Antiques" and buy "Junk"?

Well people i was mushroomed in a family where if some baba or Rishimuni lands up at your doorstep and demands the plan of an internal combustible engine of a rocket then there is every possibility that you may be commanded to start working on that unconceivable thing the very next moment .

     Whenever we are getting some new stuff at our home like a car , a refrigerator , a TV or some other establishment  it's not any family member who is processing that thing first but there is a sticker of that goddamit "PARAMPUJYA SANT SHRI ASAARAM BAPU JI " who needs not 1 not 2 but three one mile long adjectives to explain his identity that is daubed on that thing .And when i demand an explation for that behavior from my mom, she says you dare say a word more Bapu Ji's gonna take a record of that and will reciept you with whippings. 

     First of all let me aquaint you with my mom. She is a position holder all throughout her career and even entered the podiums in her 10 & 12 and after that she did her B.COM & CA and now the same lady who used to read Reader's Digest since she was 13 now never bothers for the next issue coming up but rather she longs for those retarding publications like Rishi Prasad and Kalyan etc. that those lunatics get into the market in every week or two .

   Well its not like I dont like my mom or I take pride in critisizing her but there is one thing that bothers me everytime and that is , if she is happy??

   The mom of mine who was always frezied about those long sedans , those new vogues & cusines , those hotshot properties and market dealings has now become so trenquillized to the stimulus that this ROTI KAPDA AND MAKAAN is all that she needs .

   I think if i keep on bragging things about my mom only then probabally she will sabotage me bigtime. So I think that I should generalize this whole thing for milllion other moms who are following these PIED PIPERS like some peabrained goons. 

Gazta--KHADU SCRUTINIZED

Folkes, the date is july 10 2007 and I am longing for my turn to get the Admission Letter for joining the college. The room is stuffed up with the geeks and nerds from every hook and crook of Northern India and I am feeling miserable. But all of a sudden a blare beats my eardrum,"CHECK THAT CHICK DUDE". Taken aback ,I turn to my left and i witness a long faced, fare and skinny random dude pointing towards some girl  and very swiftly a thought crossed my mind "YAAR YEH TO APNE TYPE KA BANDA HAI"and after that god knows how many girls we scored and as the time passed by we conversed about every damn thing in the world .Before I hurried to leave very casually I enquired  ,"WHICH COLLEGE BUDDY ?"and there comes the reply,"NIT ROURKELA" and it echoed like a bizillion times before everything around came to a hault.

Today its like more than a year and a half to that episode and this guy is my roomie .So without any further adieu let me introduce to you :-

Aditya Singh Gazta   a.k.a  GAZTA  a.k.a. KHADU  a.k.a. L***

People being so close to this guy I have turned up almost every stone of his concoius but still if anytime you bother me with asking me to explain gazta then without giving a second thought I'll rise my white flag up . This guy is surely out of brains and its not only me who brag this thing the whole world says so . He is always been such an ass I can't explain , always lands me up in torment situations with his unconstrained and unfilterd speech with people. Whenever I am in distress or pain I don't know why but I always turn to this guy to break the sheckles of my solicitude with a genuine thought always in my mind that I am not helping my case but SCREWING it big time. But seriously folkes its been such a comfort and pleasure to be with this guy till date . Its his birthday today so its just a token of care and love from my account . I'll be following up soon in my blog with the never ending sagas of Gazta-Pabba.

Ecstacy Of VICISSITUDE

Its been 3 glorious years since this small town kid has grown to a big city lad....Life was so accomodating and unconstrained in those times of pureness and tenderness. School bus horns honking the scented sleep in the glacial winters of J&K and those last "10 minutes more" seems to be drifting apart and this late night outs with still managing to get up with the dawn has become a chapter of the routine

Even sometimes I am left so amazed out with the stuff and evidences confirming the metamorphosis my life has been going through, that I can manage only a laugh.

Its not such a beal deal to change but sometimes when you calculate the magnitude of fluctuation it gets you of your feet. I wasn't a very smart guy anytime in my life but rather I was a fat and tubby chap with a round and rimmed frame on my face who used to be the lullaby of the teachers in the school .....but it all flipped 180 when I was off to Kota with the ambitions and dreams gisted out. Well the sands of my will slipped through the fist and I probabally lost track of my destination but perhaps this looser learnt how to live and take on the pandemoniac situations of life. And now when I see myself at NIT Rourkela instead of some IIT I don't regret that moment but rather cherish it because if it takes only an I for a N but rather it demonstates my life then I think I called a fair deal......................

Forewordssssss

Guyz it all kicked off on 30 jan 1989  when this "SCHIZOPHRENIC" decided to take the toll on earth but folkes life is not such a cakewalk as it seems to be but rather its the SAME SHIT,DIFFERENT DAY......so its like today i have seen 19 springs of my life but till date nothing has been sound

I am what I shd be,as da GOD planned for me to be,well cant do much in that. I love being myself.Studies still retards my life but botheration is the opposite pole for me.Well I don't give a penny about what others think or brag about me because I sincerly believe that I have a very contrasting lifestyle from others and most people can't swallow that .They say gud things come in small packages but that is not the case for me . Standing 6 feet tall here I am with all the best god can ever offer.I am a very moody kind of person,you can say I am a freak, I am a bizarre, I am a zealot but I have always believed in the wisemen saying that GREAT MINDS HAVE PURPOSES AND LITTLE MINDS HAVE EXCUSES I. I say directly to face what I have in heart and dont hide anything and that thing in a way teaches me alot and sometimes filter out the lousy and unsolicited people from the catalogue of my mates. Friends say that I can make anyone laugh or smile, also I can make anyone cry. Well I really don't know how I do it. I  think its natural,by birth in me.Music is my life and I seriuosly cant live wid out this.I am a guitarist,still learning to improve my skills. I am very possesive about my gadgets and keep on updating my stock time and again. Friendship is something I am very particular about ..........I don't like making friends in dozens or scores but rather fancy 2 or 3 amigos for surviving the thicks and thins of my life. Guyz there will be people who adore me, for them I can stand by the Test Of Time and there will be people carrying bad blood for me for them I don't give a F