The Ultimate Family Moment (United around a box)

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Oh I remember it as if it was yesterday (though it really was yesterday) I had a terrific time with my family. I had to travel far and wide (from the first floor to the ground floor) to meet my family. We were all united in the couch for a rare (read daily) occasion of togetherness in front of our beloved idiot box (yes, I am talking about the DTH box, cause LCD TVs these days can be called anything but Boxes).

Mom was tired after a hard day in the office, and we all gathered to indulge in the sweet richness of the afternoon quota of Tata Tea. Nobody was moving around. The TV remote was doing what it does best, lying calmly in some corner of the couch which nobody notices and blending in the surroundings like a chameleon. So that in the time of need like this nobody would be able to find it.

Dad was calmly sitting looking at me and Didi while we looked at each other and had nothing to say to each other, instead we took another sip of the tea. Dad slowly moved his hand and discovered the remote under a cushion and turned the TV on. And some guy in the news channel was screaming about something that happened to a monkey in some zoo. (for a moment there I mistook the man for the monkey since he was screaming like one)

Didi shared another glance with me, I looked calm and relaxed because I knew as long as Dad was there nobody could get the remote from him. I took another sip, Mom opened the newspaper.

Soon Dad got tired of the TV and wanted to ditch the remote to go out, Dad was seriously seeing a lot of news since he retired last month, he had nothing else to do and he was turning out to be a genius at current events, which bothered me sometimes but that’s another story.

Anyhow me and Didi both exchanged killer looks and focused our eyes(by making them small like the Chinese people) on the remote solely. We watched the remote fall on the table in ultra slow motion and jumped for it as soon as it was placed on the tea table. Didi snatched it on a swift of her hands, my hands followed and the fact that I couldn’t get the remote before she did made me mourn like David Beckham when he missed the world cup penalty. Although I wasn’t ready to give up.

I warned her “Didi, give me the remote, I have a movie to watch! ”

Didi replied  ” Nobody cares about your stupid movies, I’ve got a thing to watch myself. Why don’t you go study or something.”

Without wasting more time on unnecessary conversations I jumped on her like a WWE wrestler jumps from to top of a cage and tried to snatch the remote out of her hands. After all I couldn’t bear stupid soaps, Pirates Of the Caribbean was on, and I had to see the movie. But although I made such brave attempt like this, all my efforts failed as Didi held the remote higher than my reach.

In a desperate attempt to get me off of her she started what is called a cat-fight (thank God that she didn’t punch like a wrestler does) and within all the commotion raised a new hero who put an end to all the fighting and mischief.

Mom rose to the occasion and took the remote from us and said “Another fight huh! Go to your rooms. Oh and remember, since you fought, No dinner!! ”

Mom was surfing the channels between soaps and news. I thought ” Why don’t moms watch IPL? If only my Mom would watch IPL I’d crown her coolest mom of the year everyday! “

Oh the agony of no dinner!!! It was 8.30 p,m and there was still no food.

Hell!!! what are we gonna do now, no food!!! Its like apocalypse on earth!!

Then me and did exchanged another look of immense hatred against each other and was fighting a battle over who has a meaner look that can kill.Mom was watching over both of us refraining us from the fight. Meanwhile dad called Mom. All we heard mom say on the phone was :

“Hello”

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“As you wish.”

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“They are punished.”

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“I don’t know if its right, you always act this way.”

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“okay.”

She hung up. Still unsure if we were getting food or only food for thought, who knew. The anger turned into sighs and sighs turned into hunger pangs and at about 10.30 dad entered the house with four packets of chilli chicken and fried rice.

Yay! Dinner!!

Long live dad!

And all of us went to bed like fallen soldiers.

Memories like these are made everyday but when we will be far away stuck in some “situation” we will remember these  moments, think about these times and wonder how easy we had it all. After all there is no such thing as a special memory, its always an usual one which turns into a special memory if it comes in touch of loneliness.

Picture courtesy : Cheeseburger.

Spec-ta-Cooler

This entry is a part of the contest at BlogAdda.com brought to you by GKB Optical Sunglasses

There is no reason not to drink lemonades in these days just like there is no reason not wear cool shades. I really don’t know what’s the relation between lemons and glasses but I wrote it because both of them remind me of summer.

In the process of writing this post, I remember a balloon-walla at the famous Esplanade more of Kolkata selling balloons wearing heart shaped sunglasses. And I thought not everyone needs to use the aviators to sell themselves.

But I do remember the first time I saw the aviators in action. It was some old school Hollywood movie where a cop was chasing a criminal in a speeding car wearing the aviators. More than the speeding cars or the flying bullets the aviators impressed me. That does not necessarily mean that I have no testosterone or adrenaline whatever. (who cares about biology anyway!!)

The Look – Now if I am wearing aviators there are four things I absolutely need to match it. I’m gonna need  –

1. A Royal Enfield/Harley Davidson
2. A leather jacket.
3. Jeans
4. Leather half Gloves.

I know its a cliched look and what not, but I believe that the aviators were born for the road, the wind and the sun, and the road is where it shall belong to.

Even when I’m not wearing it , the aviators in my hand or pocket shall reflect a class of its own.

Here’s a view of the bad ass cop glasses and me

Then again, while its good to be on the road being wild and free and learning something every inch of the road, we all have to tell the stories we gather on the road. I believe there’s a storyteller in all of us, and that reminds me of how I first encountered my second favorite type of sunglasses, the wayfarers.

Remember how I was telling how everyone is a story teller, well these glasses were the all time company for one of the greatest storytellers of this century perhaps, Mr. Bob Dylan. I was just describing the road, the heat and every inch of black hard road, but Bob Dylan’s words will hit you more than the road can. The thin young man with the black square glasses inspired me and millions of other people worldwide, and while I am on stage telling my story, my life I wanna be just like him, at the least I can wear his glasses.

The Look – Again, I’ll need denims, a white T-shirt that says something abusive to institutionalism of the mind and my guitar.

My Storyteller look with a modern punch to the wayfarers:

Here’s the details of the glasses I used:

The first Glass is a Ray Ban Aviator :

RAY-BAN RB 8041

Frame Shape	Aviator
Frame Material	Titanium
Product Type	Sunglass
Warranty	1 Year(s) Warranty
Frame Type	Full
Frame Size	58
Frame Colour	Gold , Gold
Lens Colour	Green
Bridge/Vertical/Temple	14/50/125
Colour No.	001/51
Product code:	RB375GL58

Size	Eye	Bridge	VerticalB	Temple
LG	58	14	50	125

The Second one is a Ray Ban Wayfarer, here’s the details :

RAY-BAN RB 4147

Frame Shape	Wayfarer
Frame Material	Shell
Product Type	Sunglass
Warranty	1 Year(s) Warranty
Frame Type	Full
Frame Size	60
Frame Colour	Black , Black
Lens Colour	Grey
Bridge/Vertical/Temple	15/47/145
Colour No.	601/32
Product code:	RY39BL60

Size	Eye	Bridge	VerticalB	Temple
LG	60	15	47	145

You Say You Want A Revolution

I was going through the dilemma of what I am doing and what I want to do for a long time until yesterday, when certain incidents blew my mind away, I have finally decided what I wanted to do in my life, I donno what you call these people, but I am going to be that guy down in the pic.

Yes, I am going to be this man, although I wouldn’t carry the Flag. I will be a common “PROTESTOR”.

You must be wondering if this is a new business or something like that, ironically it is. Given the circumstances of change coming in and occupying political power in my city, there’s one thing that has been even more popular than the controversial opposition party, and that is STRIKE.

In this part of the country, we call for strike out of amusement and entertainment, we call strike just one day before and whoever the heck has whatever the heck thing to do, all that can wait. If someone doesn’t want to listen to us, well, we have all the force to stop them. We burn buses, we sit on Railway tracks and sure as hell we beat up the taxi and auto drivers.

Occasionally we leave out the IT( Information Technology) dept. because they are more important than Government Offices. And we take all the taxis from the airport just to harass the incoming Foreigners who have no involvement whatsoever with whats happening in this country of ours. We just leave them stranded.

We are so familiar with the “Bandh” situation, we call it “Shortly Announced Public Holiday”. Poor IT people, they still have to stay in there offices while we play cricket on the empty roads, after all these holidays are for enjoying.

But my profession would be kinda different, I would not represent any political party as aforesaid, although I would be there to Protest for any party that needs help, just for the fun, just to enjoy what I do. I’d protest for the love of it.

My protest would not be for the silly things like Price Hike or Reservations in Higher Education but I would protest when one train can not maintain punctuality and create chaos on the station. I’d protest by stopping trains just because there was some crook beaten by police. I’d burn buses cause they asked for a 50 paisa raise, or I’d burn buses cause the customers refused to give 50 paisa extra. Either ways the city will suffer.

I will not give long speeches to motivate minds, I will make people suffer so they understand easily. So what if there was a BANDH earlier on the same issue, I’d call a strike again, just cause we all need occasional holiday.

I would name an occasion “Sahid Divas” although one “Sahid Divas” exists just to clarify what change a party is bringing in the next election and I would call it a remembrance of the dead of a tragic incident which happened a year back. And on that issue I’ll block the heart of the city with thousands of people just to stop the city from doing whatever work they wanted to do.

I will also occasionally come up with some brilliant ideas like “BANDH Because Its Too Hot Out There” or I’ll call a strike when the temperature will go way below Normal, just because its too cold.

Finally I would like to protest for the Brothers and Sisters in the IT dept. because they don’t get a chance to stay on a holiday during protests. Phew, lots of work, no?

I don’t know if that pays much, but who cares as long as I do it for the love of it. And YOU be a part too, join the revolution, or at least join the list of followers!

Long Live Protests.

Protest
Poster

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Women are just like men, with a few exception

I wanted to write a cool intro to this post, I tried quoting lines, I tried to be funny, and then serious, but I just couldn’t fit thousands of things in one word. Sorry!

Why do I have to fit thousands of words in a single sentence? Well we are talking about What Women Want aren’t we?

If I had to make a list, I couldn’t. Simply cause I am not a Woman. And you know we are from Mars! They are from Venus. And sometimes I wonder how did all of us end up here on Earth! Creepy isn’t it? Anyways The 3 “W”s here is the most mysterious thing just secondary to black-holes. Science might have an answer fir the black hole….but they still don’t get women!

You wouldn’t believe, I tried to write them down, I just couldn’t. I mean you can’t differentiate what women want from what what men want.

Women want love, so do we. Women want to have good times, so do we. They aspire to be successful, we do too.

Women hide what they really really want and test weather a man can recognize what she wants. But we don’t. That’s bad, cause tests have never been my area of expertise!

Women don’t want different things, they just do things differently. And Glee just told me “Women want sex as much as Guys do!” Now seriously, what more do you need to know.

We are not that different, not aliens. Cause in the end we all desire Same things. Just at some point guys wanna watch sports and Women simply would watch anything else but sports!

So that’s it … a thin line remains always….the line where subjects like pink,shopping,TV Soaps,Cosmetics,Designer Clothes,gossiping and hormones that make them more mature lie.

And seriously, if you expect that I’d make a list for you guys here, you guys were just being ambitious. To know things it took me several years…and I’ve just got started. I’ve already spilled the basics. Work your way to the top!

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