I am no better than an Indian 'domestic' monkey...

This is the reason why I could not come up with a blog for more than a month now...

Read this - Arthur Ashe, the legendary Wimbledon player, was dying of cancer. He received letters from his fans, one of which conveyed, "Why did God have to select you for such a bad disease?" To this Ashe replied, "the world over, 5 crore children start playing tennis, 50 lakh learn professional tennis, 50,000 come to the circuit, 5000 reach the Grand Slam, 50 reach Wimbledon, 4 to semi finals, 2 to the finals.

When I was holding a Cup, I never asked GOD, "Why me?"
And today in pain, I should not be asking GOD, "why me?"

Whoa!!!!!!!!!!! Now the above paragraph is similar to a million other stuff i read over the last one month....I mean "GAWD" stuff..serious, touching, "aawwwwwwww" things, sensible and all the heavy stuff...and I was convinced rather believed that it is important to be able to think "seriously"and i even tried to write a heavily loaded blog ...but Aghast..what was the result...clearly I am not programmed to think seriously and I actually made a note rather a list of how 'seriously' i take 'serious' things....

• when it rains, instead of thinking how beautiful the day is, how amazing the breeze is (like ideally portrayed in a romantic bollywood song or like the thinkers think about it) all that makes me happy is that I would be able to jump in a puddle on the road or probably drive through one and splash water on others.
  

• I somehow have no fascination for sunrise or sunset and instead of admiring the warmth of the winter sun, all i feel like doing is giving sun a tight slap so that it would somehow shut up its heat....and whats with the beauty of the blue sky and blue ocean, I would any day find throwing 'blue' ink on someones white t-shirt more beautiful (since anyways, beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder :P)

• and this is best, whenever I see or meet infinite 'sweet' or adorable kids, I can NEVER come up with an "Awwwwwww shooooo 'shhhhweeeet" expression...I would prefer to pinch them on their arms or bums and run away while their moms are not watching :P
  

• I cannot bring myself to think seriously about the threat of terrorism on humanity rather I day dream about working with a terrorist organization...how exciting..hiding somewhere in the tora-bora mountain range (i hope a mountain range like that exists!)... working on very challenging projects with maybe Lashkar-e-toiba...designing highly complexed risk management and business contingency plans for them (well, thats what my degree has taught me to do!)...wear jazzy business suits ( probably hidden under a burkha :O) and go to office with location of offices changing every 15days...wow! (P.S - well, to my friends I am a full fledged terrorist organization in myself)

- I seek pleasure in walking down to the beach on a chilled winter night without sufficient warm clothing and then coming back home and digging my absolutely frozen palms on amrita's neck and she shrieks! what fun!

6. while writing this i felt hungry and opened a namkeen ka packet from both sides with so much force that the aloo bhujia was all on my face and ya I have no shame in admitting that after every single munch of namkeen, i conveniently wiped my hands on my denims and even brushed namkeen off my palms right on my laptop! - I need technical training at doing simple things - I suck! ( now please dont get your pervert heads thinking!)

- I am such a pathetic swimmer that I can barely keep myself afloat but still i conveniently boast how much i "LOwwwe" swimming...(I only go for a swim when nobody else is in the pool to save myself the embarrassment of splashing water in other people's eyes and throwing gallons of water outside the pool), but mind you, I keep up the hard work at swimming, whatever TV memories I have of swimming competitions, I try to confidently copy all those 'swimming strokes' - end result - everyday increased quantity of chlorine water down my throat.

8. misplacing my spects, mobile, pens, car keys, dropping super haldi filled indian food on my clothes etc etc is like daily routine...I might forget to brush once, but i never ever forget to be careless.

Anyways, I am even worse lekin abhi yaad nahi aa raha. And please, dont pity my mom, I swear I was never like this as a kid, shayad i am suffering from a different kinds of AIDS jismein, instead of blood cells, 'brian cells' ka deterioration hota hai.

P.S - I like the way this blog looks, usage of nos., dots, and - s all together to mark points. I know before u did that I am arbit and random, but shrugging my shoulders i say ' kee fark painda hai'. Cheers!