Living Life...On the Edge

Well I must confess-most part of my lives, I have lived it on edge, be it catching a train or flight or completing my studies for exams or assignments/projects in B school. While most of the times it is not intended, but just naturally happens to me….and to add up, there are minor hurdles happening just to add up to the thrilling climax of every episode. And luckily for me each time by grace of God I have managed to be not in time, but just in time or just made it.

And I must each time I have this angel…mostly in form of my cousin Tj, who either books my ticker at odd hrs or supply with PNR no at midnight when I realize I am in train without a copy of ticket, and averts the disaster. In college days it used to my B-school buddies who used to protect me.

Sometimes success can spoil your habits and I learnt it the hard way, on Friday. I had a flight to catch from New Delhi to Kolkata..Thanks to my nephew who will inaugurate his staple diet that’s rice or more precisely as famously called “Anna prasan” by my hand. True to my self, I was busy closing my day’s work at office despite my colleagues several attempts to pursue me to start my journey to airport as clouds were meandering large nearby…..unwary of such things, my risk appetite allowed me to continue to work at little longer till 4:15 pm when finally I proposed to move.

Well as it is said, man proposes and God disposes….And God disposed an immaculate amount of shower well clubbed with gutsy wind…which left me and people around blitzy-gritzy. Well I have had experiences of hurdles but hurdle of this magnitude was unimagined in my wildest dream. However my dreams of catching the flight at 6:45 pm were still in my eyes…and finally at 5:20 pm I managed a cab and set for the journey. Thanks to my roommate who escorted me from my office to the residence where cab was waiting. I was confident flight would be delayed and I will make it anyhow as I have literally adopted the dialogue “ Acche logo ke saath accha hota hai” in my and my close ones life.

While the beginning was promising, moment I reached Pragati Maidan, things started looking gloomy. Traffic all around and water logging…I still was hopeful. After painful crawling, the cab reached ITO…and that’s it….All hopes shattered. I was in middle of a mess... And what was set to be a thrilling climax and turned out to be a so bloody one-sided anti-climax. I was stuck there in the heart of Delhi for good 4 hrs….Flight was long in the distant heights without me. And I who had watched in news or paper of this kind of traffic massacre was witnessing the same at the cost of my wallet and painfully sitting in the cab, loaded with wet clothes and gladder.

But there are some guardian angels in the city in form of Vikram and Venus, my new acquisitions in friendship, who gave me not only shelter but served amazing food for dinner. Thankfully I managed a ticket next day early morning..


And at this point writing this blog, on a well spent evening with my cousin and close friends followed by some delicious delicacies by Ma dearest . But the chai at the Bhawanipore Gurdwara refreshed my day and mind….now eagerly waiting to meet my nephew and niece tomorrow. All you people out there must try out the tea at tht juncture and today only learnt they serve Thumbs Up with Milk….Dangerously Attractive..time to again live on the edge..Guardian Angels be prepared!!!

W3: What Women Want

Well as I always wondered what would the most challenging thing or element in this world to know or explore : And it came to my mind nothing can be more exciting than trying to read through the mind of a woman. Well I have been fortunate to interact with quite a few of them and all diverse within themselves.

First myth that Guys have is that they understand girls. And the Fatal Myth: Guys feel that some day they will able to grasp their mind completely. Sorry boss: " Hum honge Kamayab..ek din" dosnt work here !! Well India is divided into multiple religions and God only knows how many caste, creed but all girls in India, irrespective of geography, religion, caste, creed, education, nature, profession shares a common dream : “Raj” the eternal romantic hero that will come in their lives one day, and sweep them off to the stars. Well DDLJ that created “Raj” is not a cult film because it is the longest running film till date but it empowered even a simple Indian girl power to dream and choose. Unfortunately, the “quintessential Indian Male” although adopted the glamour of Raj but never got into the “soul” of Raj, what women wanted…..All though I agree that there can be exceptional exceptions. And then there is SRK, the global Indian selling dreams...

Well “love” adds a little magic to our lives…..well so when you are in love, never wait too long…because girls know you are in love with them even before you know about your own feelings….And a lil birdie has also told me that in all eras, girls want guys to come forth and propose themselves. Now here is the catch: From here the task gets cut out for guys…girls love unpredictability in guys. Guys should have the talent to surprise them in different ways each time…be it your wit or your joke or your silent blushing…….in short you need to do something to give them a chance to say: “ How cuuuuuuuuuute…” and seeing them say that so cutely your heart just miss a beat and make you fall in love with her again……and make you say that three letter word which the girls love to hear time and again….till infinity:)

But what beats all..is their love for golguppahs...the expression at the sight of them is sheer rush of adrenalin...and make you wonder what those round shaped "Atta ka Golas" have that you dont have to bring a million dollar smile in their faces.....Keep thinking but we will never know!!