Mehmaan bhagwaan hai

Get up siddhu beta. My mom called me and I pulled my blanket over my face to>avoid the torturous routine of an early bath, an early breakfast. Actually, a few guests were supposed to arrive at our place and as we all know that a child is the biggest worry in such cases. So, in spite of my exams being over just two days ago, I was supposed to get up at 6 'O' clock and manage myself in a pretty presentable look before them. I always questioned why? Why should I suffer if a few persons are visiting us? Why should I be compelled to mend my ways for the persons whom I have met only once in my entire life (Although the entire life period was just 10 years then). However, I got up at 6 in the morning, took bath, oiled my hair and sat in the drawing room watching my favorite cartoon show at DD-1. As a child, I used to wait whole 7 days just for half an hour of a cartoon show (How underprivileged we were then?).>
So, the guests came and all the traditional customs were religiously followed and as an indispensable custom, I was asked to recite a poem. I really wondered, had I made any progress from my nursery yet? 6 years ago also, I was supposed to mumble a few poems. I began searching for a Kipling's poem while looking at the floor as if Kipling wrote his poetry on our floor when he fell short of papers.
Suddenly I noticed a hole in the socks of the guest. I tried to bring this thing to his notice but he ignored. So, I tried my luck publicly and announced that our dear guest needs new socks. I don't know why dad's face was filled with anguish even when I showed courtesy by saying that I have one spare pair of socks which he can take. Was my suggestion ever been considered by guests? Are you joking? The only thing that they managed to say in the whole chaos was, he is just a kid and I was totally confused and felt like I have committed some felony and deserve nothing less than 4 hours solace in bathroom. So, I can never forget the experience of bhagwaan's visit to our home.

Cheers
sid

Height of optimism

Hum tum, yug yug se ye geet Milan ke gaate rahe hai….
My roommate was playing this song in the drawing room. I covered my face with bed sheet and desperately tried to get my last nap in the morning but my organizer shouted “Deadline”. You have to be in office by 8 AM. So, I got up at 7 in the morning.
I turned on my geyser and started shaving. In the mean time, Mukesh bhai (great singer yaar) again sang the same line” Hum Tum, yug yug se…”, Some naughty thoughts cropped up in my mind. I thought, what will be the lines if I decide to sing a few romantic songs. For a single guy like me, the song will be”Mei Mei, yug yug se ye geet ….”. The second song also forced me to put my thinking cap. Mukesh ji was singing “Kahi karti hogi wo mera intezaaar…”, How optimistic were the songs used to be? I mean, hero is optimistic about unseen love. Abe kaha hogi, kaisi hogi, all these things are nothing more than the castles in the air that may get blown over even by the slightest nudge.
But this funda of unseen love has been a legacy that our film industry is carrying from its aboriginal era. We have seen various generations following this fantasy, from Manoj Kumar singing “Chaand si mehbooba ho meri…” to Shhhharukh khan singing “Koi Ladki hai, jab wo hasti hai…” come on yaar, how can one allow his senses to believe such a vague desire.
I am no one to comment on the quality of songs. They are top class compositions but the idea of believing in dreams is far beyond my level of understanding. However, rather than nurturing a stupendous feeling of ennui "Dil ko bhelaane ke liye Gaalib khayal accha hai"

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