Just a Thought!

Life throws ups and downs at you. Sometimes we defend ourselves saying the circumstances were insane. For the rest, we cover it up saying - it is my perspective. While Eminem yells, will the real slim shady please stand up, I yell out, will the truth ever be accepted? Will we stop twisting the truth and accept it as it is? Or will we alter and manipulate it to be politically right and find the easy way out?

I'm no saint. I'm just the regular sinner who has his own ways to manipulate truth and live on. I manipulate because I fear. Fear of rejection by society, people, and most of the time, my inner self! But, deep inside I pursue a change; I pursue a change fueled by strength. May GOD be gracious and fill me with HIS grace and power that someday I see myself standing tall; standing tall just to say - It's not my perspective - It is the TRUTH.

Dukkar

Doah dukkar gooh kha rahey hai.

Dukkar 1: Dude, ek question poocho?

Dukkar 2: Pooch naah...

Dukkar 1: Yaar hum saari duniya ka goo khatey hain. Koi hamara gooh kyon nahi khata?

Dukkar 2: (Disgustingly) *gooochoo* *gooopooch* Please yaar, khaney kay time yeh goooh-shooh ki baat mat kiya kar.

The End
Courtesy: Mudabir Tales.

An Olympian Arises...

It was a bright sunny day. I wore my running suit, sipped a couple of energy drinks and was on my feet. Not only was I carrying the brand logo of famous brands like Repsol and IBM, I was running for my country. I had to make it on the other side. I had no choice.

My coach was a young fella. Much younger to me; but way more experienced. He has tried qualifying for the Olympics, but somehow he was my coach. Some things don’t need rationale, you’ll know why. I don’t know what happened to his Olympic dream; neither did I have the time to probe it. Against me stood similar looking Indian men trying to pedal-to-the-medal. We all wanted to qualify, but only one could.

Stood among all the participants was a rival coach, the face I could barely see. He wore a black metal band t-shirt, with camouflage three fourths, and sported huge dreadlocks. He didn’t trust his kid, so eyed me all the while to break my confidence as he muttered anti-Calvin comments. Yet I could not see his face. It appeared blur and foiled with hair. But I had to keep my cool. Despite being a gullable kid, I knew it I had no choice, I had to run the race…run to win it.

After three grueling rounds of eliminations, I was still in the game. And so was the dreadlock rival. This got me a little worried, but I could not afford to lose focus. I knew I had to and I had to win this run. It was the ultimate decider. The gun fired, and we all roared through the mucky tracks. Mud and sweat flying around in a quest to win the race! I changed gears, at least I felt like I did, and I speeded up. My hands moved fast; my legs faster. I crossed some of the top notch runners. Although I didn’t see them, I could feel I was taking the lead.

With the lead running in my favor I knew I had to focus to sustain it. Then, came the steep right curve. My friends and well wishes stood at the curve. I tried to focus, but with the cheers they had, I could not help but drop an optimistic smile. Someone this enhanced my focus. I was smiling through as I headed towards the finish line.

The final 10 seconds begin to clock. I could see runners struggle to keep up their pace. I thought they had raced me and I had another lap to cover. I speeded up even more. I could feel my veins pumping the adrenaline in my legs. Within seconds, I could not believe what I saw; the untouched finish line. I crossed it. I knew I had made it. I had qualified for the Olympics. Again, within seconds I could see the rival coach throwing bottles and energy drinks all around. I knew my victory was bitter for him.

Qualifying for the Olympics had always been my dream. And this time it was no different. It was a dream. I heard my mom’s encore to rush for work. But, who pays heed when u just qualified for the Olympics? My dreams normally end up when I’m just about to win a race or a boxing match. This time around it was complete. I had qualified for the Olympics…a dream which I will never forget; a dream now which you also will never forget after reading so much text.

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Jawab dooh...Answer me!

After a lot of struggling and scrapped blog posts, Sameen Borker’s blog post came to the rescue. An awesome post that gave me directives to exactly what I needed to pen down. Thanks there pal. Thou I have eliminated a few question here we are with the rest of them. Read on at your own risk…

Q. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYONE?
No one. My parents felt my name was unique. Till I grew up and figured out there was someone who ran a fashion house with the same name. Talk about copyright issues!

Q. DO YOU LIKE YOUR HANDWRITING?
Totally! Actually I aped my handwriting from one of my teachers. Thanks Aldrina ma’am.

Q. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE LUNCH MEAT?
Dal fry, rice, and tandoori/fish fry.

Q. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?
Hahahaha. Wait…hmmm…Hang on…ok…No!

Q. IF YOU WERE ANOTHER PERSON, WOULD YOU BE FRIENDS WITH YOU?
May be.

Q. DO YOU USE SARCASM?
This is such a cool question.*frown*

Q. WOULD YOU BUNGEE JUMP?
Depends from where I’m bungee jumping. During my childhood days, I thought jumping from the sofa fit the bill.

Q. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE CEREAL?
What? Who’s he?

Q. DO YOU UNTIE YOUR SHOES WHEN YOU TAKE THEM OFF?
Yes. I love my pair of Converse.

Q. IF YOU WERE TO PICK YOU OWN FIRST NAME, WHAT WOULD IT BE?
Luke!

Q. WHAT IS THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT PEOPLE?
Men then it’s nothing and the ladies, everything * wicked smile*

Q. RED OR PINK?
White.

Q. WHAT IS YOUR LEAST FAVORITE THING ABOUT YOURSELF?
My voice at times can be a big put off.

Q. WHOM DO YOU MISS THE MOST?
She knows…

Q. WHAT COLOR PANTS AND SHOES ARE YOU WEARING?
Black t-shirt, faded jeans, and green Converse flip-flops.

Q. WHAT ARE YOU LISTENING TO RIGHT NOW?
Goo Goo Dolls.

Q. IF YOU WERE A CRAYON, WHAT COLOR WOULD YOU BE?
Red.

Q. FAVORITE SMELLS?
Home food, neighbor’s dry chicken gravy, smell at the petrol pump.

Q. WHO WAS THE LAST PERSON YOU TALKED TO ON THE PHONE?
Aniruddha Tulaskar a.k.a Madboy!

Q. HOW DO YOU KNOW THE PERSON WHO SENT THIS TO YOU?
Office colleague turned best friends ova a cuppa tea.

Q. FAVORITE SPORTS TO WATCH?
Football, volleyball, rally racing.

Q. HAIR COLOR?
Black.

Q. EYE COLOR?
Brownish black.

Q. DO YOU WEAR CONTACTS?
No! But, I have contacts…(laughs)

Q. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?
Scary endings.

Q. LAST MOVIE YOU WATCHED?
Valkyrie. Cached into Calvin Classics Movies!

Q. WHAT COLOR SHIRT ARE YOU WEARING?
It’s a t-shirt for today!

Q. SUMMER OR WINTER?
Definitely winter.

Q. HUGS OR KISSES?
Hug followed by a kiss.

Q. FAVORITE ARTIST(s)?
Coldplay!

Q. WHAT BOOK ARE YOU READING NOW?
Make Disciples.

Q. WHAT DID YOU WATCH ON TV LAST NIGHT?
Govinda promoting Sandhi Sudha Plus – a herbal product that cures joint pain. How sweet!

Q. FAVORITE SOUND(S).
The sounds of a bass drum.

Q. ROLLING STONES OR BEATLES?
Manchow soup.

Q. WHAT IS THE FARTHEST YOU HAVE BEEN FROM HOME?
Mangalore.

Q. DO YOU HAVE A SPECIAL TALENT?
I believe I do, but I’m yet to discover it.

Q. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?
Bhayandar!

Q. HOW DID YOU MEET YOUR SPOUSE/SIGNIFICANT OTHER?
At Bandra station. He sold her to me because he wanted a new one. I wanted an old one because I could not afford a new one. But he still cares about her and I love her. #Motorcycle Diaries #Royal Enfield #Bullet

Q. FAVORITE SONG?
Everything But The Girl - And I miss You!