The Unlikely Companion (Part 2)

It was Monday. My first test of college. And i was hung over. Not that i hadn’t been hung over, just never before a test. And how i hated myself for it. My hair felt like it had plastic in them that reached into and scratched my brains! My breath stank, but my clothes thankfully, not so rotten.I still needed a Bath though.I hated that feeling of having residual dried sweat on my skin. Dirty but clean. But my main problem right now was Keynes, and his Stupid(well not so stupid)Macroeconomic theory , the only part i hadn’t read for today’s examination. And it was eating me up.

But i had it all worked out. Despite the Slovenly clothes and mind-splitting headache, here i was, an hour early, in class Going through Xeroxed Notes, and Maynard Keynes and his theory would be processed by the corner of my brain meant for processing Maynard Keynes’s theories.. God , I really was thankful to him for today, it was just in that last moment, when i had slipped in the photostat into my Purse the night before.But Had i left the toughest part for last or what? . I mean I liked having a Fun …”Hey , you’re the girl from last night, aren’t you?” A voice said interrupting my chain of thought. Suddenly, this voice was the reason why i wasn’t getting Keynes into my head! “Can’t you see I’m trying to study , there’s a test tod..” I snapped , looking up from the ink on the notes i see the face of the guy who gave me whiskey yesterday. Uh Oh, i’d snarled at the wrong person.

To be fair, he was interrupting me, i would have said the same thing to every other person in his place. I quickly sent a repair statement, “Oh Hi, I’m sorry, just assimilating as much as i can before this Economics test, just a little irritable”. He was rather moved by the answer,as in, he came and sat on the very next seat, and plonked his head into the Notes. “Really , what are you studying”. God why couldn’t he take a hint and move ahead? “Keynes? why are you studying Keynesian economics?”. This was it, If this guy was trying the ‘Oh i’m so cute and nerdy and helpful’ act, it wasn’t going to work.What did he think he was even going to achieve?. For God’s sake, i needed to study, and my time was precious. I replied curtly “Because its part of the syllabus and i’m yet to read it, and its going to come in the test today due Today”. “Oh, you’re right about the syllabus , but you’re wrong about it coming in today’s test”.

Suddenly, a very irritable me turned into a very relieved person who said “What ? really? are you sure?”. There was doubt swimming in my mind, because this was the guy selling alcohol to me the day before, and here he was appearing to be some sort of an omniscient force on the contents of the exams! “Positive, he mentioned it in his last class! weren’t you there?”. Wait, what was he doing in my class, i was in my class, not him! “You’re in my class?” i blurted out as if that was my biggest problem right now!  “Yeah, sure,and trust me, i’ve been writing this test for 3 years, never has a Question from Keynes ever come in it?”. Oh , so that’s why he was in my class, he was an idiot. A dumb idiot who was taking the class again because he failed 3 times!! No wonder he sold alcohol to us freshers! Mystery solved.

“Oh, Thank you so much. That’s a big relief.”. Just then i realised, that even after a commercial transaction with the guy, a loong, mostly pointless conversation, i still didn’t know his name. And i wasn’t gonna say you first this time”I’m sorry, i don’t think we’ve been properly introduced , Hi,  I’m Jetty, and you are?”. And He was…


The Unlikely Companion(Part 1)

“Tell you what, lets make this interesting, i’ll give you the whiskey for free today, if you can make it in 5 minutes, starting now”. Nothing like making a guy run for his booze especially when they’re willing to do it. Creacity, strangest place in the world.The poorest here could afford to fly business class all over the world and yet here were their kids,  running for whiskey ,for kicks. I”d let myself ruminate in my thoughts, but then i heard a knock and a high pitched huffing-puffing voice say “wrongtones”, the password for the day. No password, no doors open for you, at least Not of your friendly neighbourhood bootlegger.
I was impressed, this dude was getting free booze from me, definitely, I hadn’t expected it. then i opened the door, and there she stood, Catching her breath, and i was stunned for a while, no, not because she was that breath-taking, but because i thought to myself, “Wow , does she have a manly voice or what!” , I must’ve said it out loud, because she said, “Not me… Boyfriend”.
My manners came back to me, although in hindsight, it all might seem very sexist in a way, but what better than perfume to get the best out in a man. “Oh , that explains it. Come on in. Have a seat, i’ll get you your booze”. She was resting on the sofa, and was almost breathing normally, and sweating profusely when i returned . “Here you go, double black and here’s a glass of water, both are completely on the house”. She ignored the water, and took a swig from the bottle, who’s cap she had savagely thrown away, and it was indefinitely lost behind the sofa in the civilization of cobwebs that thrived back there.
“Dude, i wouldn’t have come here if i wanted the water, i wanted the alc . Oh By the way that was my boyfriend on the phone, and he’s lost in the other building, you know, the one..?” I cut her off completing “the one that looks exactly like this on the other side of the road??” “Exactly, that one” she replied, and just maybe i saw a twinge of wonder in her eye as to how i knew what had happened. “Rookie Mistake” we said, in Unison. “Aren’t you a fresher too??” . She finished a greedy gulp before replying, “To this stuff , ‘course not. Could you just do one more favour and call him up?” . This banter was getting too friendly,  “Well , actually i can’t, its against bootlegging policy, you see, you’re a customer, not a friend, and trust me, I’ve given you enough incentive for today, to come back tomorrow”.
“Fair enough. Goodbye … whats your name again ” , well my name, she would get to know it soon enough if she attended her classes, but for some reason, i didn’t want to tell it, so this is what i told her “Well, you know my number and my profession not to mention address, i think thats enough for today”. She smiled, turned and walked out of the door. Little did i know, that this transaction with her was far from over.

“One” two many.

There sure is more than One copy of this.

There sure is more than One copy of this.

I recently had the privilege of getting my hands on a very thought provoking book, “One” By Richard Bach. I enjoyed every word of it. I mean it is interesting to imagine isn’t it,if there were a version of you in another parallel universe, whose life could be radically different, just because, someplace, somewhere in life , that you,  took a different turn; and to further sweeten the deal, what if you could get a chance to meet that you!!!
The Question is, Would you really want to?…

I mean sure you could be a successful businessman, have the ideal soulmate, or the perfect physique, or a thousand other of your fantasies come true, material or otherwise . But what if that version of you was a felon, a soldier who’d killed countless times following orders, Maybe a drug dealer, or worse yet a rapist?? i Mean if there are infinite parallel universes with infinite possibilities, your alter ego might just be your worst nightmare too. But i guess that’s just a chance we all have to take if we ever really could move between alternate universes… But there’s no imminent worry because intradimensional travel is just as likely right now as me eating two burgers five days a row, for a month and ending up with six pack abs.(I actually tried that Once, yeah… didn’t work)
Another point that stirred me harder than a coffee being mixed during a thriller(Yes People do drink coffees during thrillers), was the point that all humans on Earth Right now, Yes, the same universe, are all reflections of oneself, or one self. That is we are all One. Now that is what scares me. Is there a bond so strong, that every human being is connected to one another, If there is, why don’t i feel it? Do you feel it? One-ness with everything around you. If such a bond is there , i guess i just can’t connect as well as i used to.

It’s easier to connect as a baby , you cry or you give that cute adorable smile, or if you really don’t like a person you pee on them! No formality there. But as you grow up, you’re more formal, polite, but what’s better to be cold and polite, or rude and warm? And is there a mean between these two states of communication, cause its so damn hard to see  “one”. True there is communication through facebook, and ofcourse this blog and so many other blogs. But that’s often speaking to oneself, or to a version of the person you want to speak with…
But before i start blaming Alexander for making the telephone which would be the root cause of all problems( that and killing millions in his conquest of the world!, terrible deed that); Lets ask ourselves a more fundamental question. How many people have you come across that you felt were genuine, not of the same views, not of original fresh views either, just genuine, as in whatever they reveal of themselves to you is not a facade, its authentic (God that sounds So much like an anti-piracy Ad!!) . Those kind of people i can connect with, even if i vehemently oppose everything they stand for ( say for example they are of the view that Windows phone sucks, Apples are silver in color dot dot dot ).

So even though; i like being me And why the hell would i be you; i can feel one;  correction : i can try to feel one , with somebody who’s genuine towards me, honest. But otherwise, no , not really, i’m one and your one prime we ain’t the same buddy!!
Another thing that did come to my mind was , boy o boy, do they need to make an Awesome TV show on this book!!

Unequal Yet Only Just.

…Seven Billion…
If you counted them one by one, it would take a hell lot of time, and by the time you were done, it would be much more than seven billion, so your count would be futile. In this World which i truly believe has crossed the carrying capacity of Earth by a long shot, what are we mean’t to do? “Do what you love” or “Start Loving what you do”. That pretty much answers everything doesn’t it. Because you’re either in this category or the other. But what i realized as i read into that line was , That inequality is inbuilt into the system, and you have to make peace with it. The only difference between someone who parks a car , and someone who drives it (for purposes, you know other than parking) is a college degree the latter could afford. So education, what level of it you have more or less decides where society slots you. Whether you end up cleaning toilets, plates, rooms, or your boss’s feet. Okay, lets say that’s fair enough.
Now imagine Everybody’s as educated (or as dumb)  as everybody else. How do you differentiate(fairly) then?? And let me mention that i’m not even going into gender equality here. Now lets say everybody’s  a brainiac, 3 eyes in the forehead, formulating theorems all day long. suddenly they get hungry, and not one in the entire world knows how to cook a meal. so they go back keep making formulae, and then they starve to the afterlife , where they continue making formulae for heaven…
Exaggeration to emphasize what point exactly??  We need to be self sufficient to a good level, we can’t simply say, that my job is to Make huge ships that can’t sink(and yes this is after the titanic), so somebody else who can’t has an obligation to feed me, to clothe me, to clean me. It’s not their obligation and will never be. No, someone who makes less than you ,  who works a manual job, has anatomical dfferences ,   even if that particular person is dumber than you; It does not imply That they’re yours to command!
We aren’t Created equal, we’re all created different, and we all will be slotted differently in life most of the time unfairly even. But what we all have is a right to EGO. That minimum amount of self respect, and we better give it to every person we meet. Because no matter how high your stack of cards may be, remember someone’s always got it bigger.

Chandler’s back people !!And he’s got it “Going On”!!


So, here’s a TV fresh enough in my mind to write about. Chandler’s back people, and looks like he’s here to stay!!. The new series “Go On” which concluded ’bout a fortnight back really gives some good comedy. Is it friends, no , nothing will ever be, but between a HIMYM that feels very stretched now(i can only imagine his kids Boredom, sitting there on a couch for so many years), A BBT with nothing new to offer except sheldon’s quirks which aren’t as funny anymore. Something refreshingly different comes up like this and i am so entertained.(although i must say, the office set reminds me of Mr. Sunshine but watevs). Take a bird’s eye view of the whole sad-medy that is Going On, and all i see is Matthew Perry and well Then there’s Ryan King. The character can be related to chandler, but at the same time is not just chandler 20 years later. Characters Do hold their own , Steven’s the fun boss who’s the best friend(i’m glad to see Harold from harold and kumar , in you know a different setting)

Lauren the therapist, who needs some healing of her own.
Owen, oh i just loved the guys prank on King when he sends him into the hospital into a random guy’s room!!
The Blind George brings a intrestingly fresh outlook on life with all the experience he’s had… especially the episode where king “hears” a football game, it was short, but very novel!
The other characters provide a good background too, and how can i forget, The Monica guest apperance!! I was expecting so much more, but still seeing them both on screen together after such a long time(okay i’m not counting the friends re-runs here).

Its overall message , that the show doesn’t try to give, appealed to me a lot, even if you’ve had a tragedy in your life, you can come back right back at life from it if you have the right friends. and more importantly, the right attitude.
Overall , it has some decent comedy, characters with a lot of potential to be developed , and awkward situations to be created. One just hopes it’s freshness doesn’t dry out, and on a more immediate basis, that this gets renewed for Season 2!! Ah, My season Finale’s finally here, and yes, i can’t wait to watch It!!
So till i next read you, Bye!!

I Don’t Want To Like You!!

I Started out saying yeah she’s okay. I mean nothing against her you know. Unfortunately for me , i kept meeting her. There the problem began. I said , hey your company is welcome (well, that’s not what i said per se, but u catch my drift) . She was like one of those moneyplant creepers, growing slowly, so you won’t know that they are, but before you knew it, they’re all over you!! Only in this case, i was all over her.. or at least wanted to be, wait that’s stretching the metaphor a bit too much.
Anyways, now the situation had become such that i worried, when will i meet her. Oh, her hair, Oh her smile, Oh her ear, Oh her .. no i’ll stop here. I couldn’t stop dreaming about her. Everywhere i saw , she was there. Okay it wasn’t even funny !! I was obsessed by now. Oh, But she, she had none the least idea what was going on. So i say, screw the rules f engagement. i’m going in!. so i go up to her and i’m like “hey there, i like you” awkward pause… “a lot”. would you like to have an ice cream with me sometime??. And then she says, she says, the worst thing you can imagine. yeah , that’s right… “I like you as a friend!!”. Well Screw You !!! I dont wanna be friends!!. in fact i wanna curl up in a ball and break your face with a headbutt at the same time!!!
But obviously, you don’t do that.. because lets face it so what, u still like her. You walk away, crying, awkwardly, any which way. but you walk away. It takes time… but you get over her. the sun’s brighter yetta yetta yetta…. You even like love songs again. Yes you’re that okay.
And then… Then Another of that kind strolls into your life… Please girl, I Dont want to like You!! But alas, its too Late…

One Day, One Room.

“where am i exactly??” i asked finally to the stranger in the red tux.. I was confused really. you don’t suddenly wake up in a chair, plush though it was, in a room that looked straight out of a period movie. Only thing was apart from the grandfather clocks and scary paintings, there also was an ipad. So you can see why i was confused.
“well you’re dead.and this, this is the waiting room!” said the other guy.
“And you are”i said, hoping to get all my facts right.
“I’m well, i’m whatever you want me to be.”

he must have caught my smile, because almost as if he were clarifying, he said, “…God, the devil, Your Projection Of either, Or Just a hallucination- these days i get that a lot. Either way for the next half hour, its me and you, in this room and we try to decide where you fit in. The door to my left takes you to your heaven, and the one on my right to hell. Oh , thats right you don’t remember anything before this room, well u jumped off a high rise, and like all people who jump off high rises after seeing too many thumbs up adds, ended up… well here. Because every person who comes here before he ought to, is due to some screw up, my end or yours, i must ask you.. what made you jump?? ”

I was an empty glass right up until that question. Then,Life started pouring in. I was at the beginning, home delivering food in the womb, via umbilical logistics ltd; Playing with those Cheap plastic inflated footballs, feeling like messi now, maradonna then!!;Older now, In class , with so many friends.. all their birthdays, always the loud one, chatting, singing, dancing, playing, to hearts content… then a fight, for a pillow i think, then another for lunch… the birthday parties that i went to started becoming fewer… suddenly i liked very different things… nothing einstien-ish, just different, they’d listen to contemprorary, I’d skip two decades back… They’d watch baywatch , i’d watch Californication… Nobody seemed to be doing what i was anymore… The Folks understood for a while, but then it was just me…I mean i wasn”t a social outcast or anything, i had a lot of friends… Its just that I had no particular inclination, not science, not math, definitely not art(you obviously haven’t seen me draw a straight line)… just being me you know… and in being me, i was alone… It Became too hard , to act like it was all okay, because you can lie to yourself, but everyone needs an audience… so did I… Who knew  i’d find my audience right before i went to hell , and well that’s the story of how i ended up in this room…I guess i never said this to anybody before, because well, i thought it mattered, you know, what others thought of me, Infact go ahead use your god telecomm and ask anyone who knew me, they’ll tell you i was great. you know went to all the social gatherings , talked right, and all that. But i never felt like i belonged you know, as if i were born in the wrong place at the wrong time. Somewhere down the line the whole dance of life was just not worth it, so i put out the music.

The devil In the Tux Listened Intently. For a minute i thought here was someone i understood, maybe this room was where i belonged , because i may have taken the plunge, but i didn’t know there’d be any doors to open. I was scared. Suddenly i realised what i was doing wrong. Fear… was it fear that had paralysed me all my life, only to take it away. And suddenly i wasn’t scared anymore. I mean it was easy now, to not be scared… I was Dead, what did i have to lose… Because fear is not facing reality.

“Hmmm… left door please, My left”… I got up, and went right through…

Next thing i know, i’m on the edge of the terrace, but the bottle of aspirin, that’s full, and it takes a solitary journey down to the ground floor. Me, i turn back , go back , and in My room pick up a pen and start writing. Finally I knew what i had to do.