Life
has been monotonous and celebrations have taken a back seat, sometimes all you
care for is that tomorrow is a holiday and you don’t have to attend college
without knowing what it is all about. It could be an occasion of celebration
and you are not invited and you are no more the guy who invites himself. And
this is when the forwarded messages start making sense. I got one which told me
it’s ‘Happy B’day Gurunanak Dev Ji’. I always had faith in Sikhism & Guru
Nanak Dev Ji, but nothing bolsters that faith more than a guy in need. Thus, I
said a silent prayer and wrote this blog which I believe reaches someone who
would grant me my wish. In between being busy to get some work, I have stopped
paying my allegiance to God but throughout our stay in Amritsar, I visited the
Golden Temple to pay my allegiance. Gods, like Women need to be consistently
reminded of your allegiance & my trips served both purposes, multiple Gods
and all the women who unfailingly were pretty and could have given any model a
run for their money had they cut on their dairy rich punjabi diet. But how
could one do that with the presence of an array of eateries could have been
another reason, where the elixir of life was served in the form of Pranthas,
Chaats,Lassi & everything else that the Punjabi culture has bestowed upon
us. Though non-vegetarian, the juicy Chicken Tandoori had more elixir of life
than anything else. Alright, my tongue is tasting northwards and I know it’s a
crime to write appetizing blogs which might leave you craving and hungry.
Coming back to the flashback as a method to highlight the present, this is for
shifting away your attention and stealthily hiding the gift knowing petty well
that you will find it. It’s said that today if somebody asks with a clean
heart, he gets whatever he wants. So this is my greeting with devotion, kindly
do listen to them, it might not be music to your ears but I took some sweet
time in the composition, prayers are prayers even if said silently gifts are
gifts and it does not matter whether the sender wants to remain anonymous or
the receiver finds it nice. So where was I ?, taking a flight to the Sikhly
populated Amritsar and my body following it in the Shan-E-Punjab Express,
boarding the semi-punjabi Delhi and reaching the first floor house surrounded
by by lush green fields and coloured in pink( If you thought I am Gay, you
should have read ET y’day !) . The character of city was a combination of sweet
and aggressive as they make it sound in our Bollywood movies but then towards
the extremes of our country there is bound to be a regional identity taking
shape of Sense of Superiority and things we find so loving and romantic, true
in all the four directions. The city would be bathed in lighting and a grand
Langer would be organized belittling even the big fat Punjabi wedding. It was
like a grand cake for Babaji, as the Hindus love to call him and everybody was
invited and accommodated irrespective being a follower of the faith. So no
question of being shy or being invited or the formality of cutting the ice
before getting a piece of cake. The ‘Langer’ is always free and I will keep
coming for the ‘Prasad’ for ages to come.
Tapppp !, that’s the sound that would have been generated if my
friend would have slapped my head in a friendly manner yet making sure that I
understand ‘Life is in the present and you need to get on with rather than
living in illusion’. In reaction to the imaginary hit, ‘Aaaah....you
!@$%^& ’ goes my imaginary reaction cum curse. But I do
hear you my friend, even though you have stopped saying it and understand your
concern. Sky would not fall if I leave this one incomplete because sometimes
you do not reach conclusion and some ‘CoolDeep Thoughts’ be rested for the
better. Plus one ‘Skyfall’ has been heard to have rave reviews and is
consistently moving up the charts even without making a point or making out in
it. Thus, I am optimist that even this one can , keeping my fingers crossed and
hands wide open for whatever is coming for me and my Inbox tells me it’s a 5000
pound Gorilla of the management world, and I want to be its breakfast, lunch,
snack, dinner or the unhealthy ‘whatever’. Please Babaji do some magic and let
it feed on me . :-)
After
Reading the Compensation Details, CoolDeep Thinks : The 5000 pound Gorilla turned
out to be juster another monkey who is not willing to part with its peanuts
forget about the Bananas :-(
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