So it finally begins

Finally, the much anticipated journey begins.I have waited long for this time to come, so i dont really feel any curiosity or anxiety but just plain indifference. When you wait for something to happen for soo long, it no longer has the charm or the vice depending upon whether it is good or bad. You no longer feel anything, it just becomes a wait for the inevitable. Tomorrow i start my MBA journey. Tomorrow will be a new beginning. And tomorrow i will feel the most pain i have ever felt. Its only after a gap of 10 years i finally get to stay with my parents and the past few months have been filled with happiness. Its always great to know that you have someone who loves you unconditionally. None does more than your parents. Its odd, that i dont feel happy at the prospects waiting for me at Lancaster, new friends, new place and a new life. But none of this matters today, cause today i will leave my parents and probably wont be able to stay with them for a long time to come. Wish i was a school going child again, holding my dads hand and walking to the school bus, with my mom giving a peck on the cheek and telling me that i will see you in the afternoon. I think the scenario has not changed much, just that now, my dads gonna drive me to the airport to board the plane and mom will give me a peck on the cheek and say that she will see me in the afternoon, only this 'afternoon' will last year or more....Signing out, will try to post more in the coming months but it all depends on how free i can be. Please do pray for me.

The things we lose in the fire...

Today i was doing my shopping in one of the busiest and most overcrowded shopping areas(also called a market) of Bahrain. All the shops that are there are small, practically running into each other and encroaching onto the road. Along the road there was this garment shop selling cheap underwears and lingerie(and i wasn't looking at the lingerie). There was this guy sitting in a galli next to the shop. Up to until i got next to him, i thought he was a beggar. Only when i got close did i realize that he was trying to paint the cemented area around a plant that was growing next to the wall. His 'paint' was oil dipped in burnt coal. I watched him for a while, enjoying the zest with which he was painting the cemented area, i guess he loves that plant alot. Any other guy would have thought him mad, sitting in the dirt and doing what he was doing, but not me and not today. I felt these are the small things that make us human and these small things are what makes lesser human beings happy. That man was poor enough to not be able to afford a Iphone to make him happy and probably he doesnt even care, but I could see the smile on his face when he was done with the painting. That plant is so darn lucky!!!
Maybe these small things are what makes us (the better humans) happy too. Long ago i had realized that to let the kid in you play around doesn't actually get favorable responses from anybody but it makes you happy. Doing things like using a swing efficiently enough to make a kid go red with inferiority complex or to shout around when your favorite actor comes on screen in a movie theater, to make the old woman sitting next to you wonder, whether you are an overgrown human from another planet. People would ridicule, but deep down inside they are also longing, asking themselves "Hey bozo, when is the last time, you did something really crazy that made you happy" and most always the answer is a 'long time ago'.
When i got home, i heard the news of the Delhi bomb blasts along with the death and the injury count. I don't know whether i should feel anger or sympathy for those sadistic people who found happiness in blowing people like the market guy i saw today. They killed people who had nothing to do with the religious battle and probably those small people didn't even have a religion. Probably there was among the dead, someone who was happy with the fact that he had a plant he should care for, the terrorists destroyed the solace of his life and the obsession, his plant. The ad crazy news channels were showing off images of a poor girl in bandages crying and running towards her family. She had 'almost' lost her life there. What would you do when you get a second chance at life? We use our life to the max to make us and make those around us happy.But we never see life in that light, atleast not all of us, there are so many things that we hold dear, our parents, our friends, our likes and dislikes. Its those simple things such as emotions that matter and that makes us the most happy.I went out today and i saw the beggar child i had refused to give any money yesterday and ended up giving her some. Maybe i felt bad about not giving her money or maybe hearing about the delhi blasts made me sympathetic and most certainly i would refuse her money the next week, but that simple gesture made me happy. It definitely would make anyone happy, but only if we want it to.
There are things we lost in the fire, lets just salvage some of it.

Chicken-heart

This is the 'mother' of all the crazy posts i have ever written.Well i wrote it a long time ago, decided i would post it. It's not an original, but inspired from a true story(like you haven't heard that before). This is the story of the hen i told you about in one of my earlier posts. I felt so moved and decided to 'slice' around with his buddies the next time i visited the butchery. Here goes 'his'tory....

Save the species. For what? life's simple. Fight or be killed, survivors code, my code and it all sounds great until you finally find confronted by a choice, a choice to make a difference or to walk away. I learned something that day.Too bad its the day i died (courtesy Vin Chik,Babylon AD).

I was born to a completely workaholic and unorthodox couple, chick mama and chick dada. Mama was employed in the egg factory, she 'worked' the eggs day in and day out. She was from a poor family so getting a 'paid job' was in itself a great achievement in our family, you can say she has a white color job. My dad was an army man or atleast he was bred 'for' the army. He was well fed and well trained in martial arts such as running, impregnate women to prolong our species, evade capture, never to even cluk when tortured and give his life at moments notice. A true gentleman. He met mama on one of his routine visits to the egg factory, they had a live-in relationship as my mom didn't like commitments and finally, me and my brother was born. My papa went for a dangerous mission to the army butchery and we never heard from him after that. Later, we heard he died at the hands of German butchers and they ate him after they killed him, those cannibals!!. Anyways, i grew up with my brother, who was obsessed with space travel after watching Armageddon at the 'window' theater of my egg factory owner. He was soo obsessed that he gave up his dreams to direct chicken 'pacino' little in one of the all time great movies and joined the space program called animal testing, where the humans send him on a white machine to space, i guess he is happy there. And i was happy with my life, until the time i found out what they were planning to do with aged hens and what horrid things they are doing with our eggs. My mother was getting older and she was finding it difficult to lay more eggs, that's when those horrid humans decided to take her out permanently. That's when i realized that our existence was for the sole purpose of feeding others and that's exactly when i realized i had no rights. None of us had and it finally was the time for rebellion, for our battle against all odds and that's when morphchickus told me i was "the One".

It was hard to cluk the fact that I was the One, but it dawned on me, all those dreams, flexing biceps, firing guns, romancing women, posing naked...ok not that...It dawned on me what all those dreams meant, that i was meant to lead. I led the resistance, i was the lone warrior sent from the future to destroy the humans once and for all. The called me arnold chicknegger. I had to devise an ingenious plan to attack the humans at their core, their food supply. I rallied the hen and called on a mass strike.Word spread,and stories began to be told on how arnie managed to strangle 10 humans at a time and how arnie lined up thousands of humans in a stadium and shat on all of them. I was becoming a legend. It happened exactly like how batchick told me, "If you make yourself more than just a chick, if you devote yourself to an ideal and if they can't stop you, you become something else entirely - a legend"

We managed to stall the humans for a while, but one of the chick lords werent too happy with this situation, they wanted their hens back and their lord status and betrayed us when we were succeeding in an attack on the egg factory owners 'omlette machine'. I was captured and here i am, waiting under the axe for the inevitable chopping of the head, to be fed to some unsuspecting human. Too bad he doesn't know i took a poison pill(editors note: on further investigation, it was revealed that the pill arnie chick took was used by humans to make chicken fatter, poor chick he didnt know what hit him). Well, the last i can do is inspire my fellow mates, I cry out, "Death is only the beginning","Freeeeeeedooomm" "cluck".

Disclaimer: No chicks were harmed in the making, ok,i lied, one, just one, thats all. Oh, alrite, many died, i am mass murderer, bohohooo....

Alrite guys, thats it, no more, i am putting an end to your misery.

Fat!!! to the rescueee.....

I was recently hunting for mobile plans in the UK at the Orange website and look what i found out. One of the quirkiest news items ever. Its about how a really fat guy gets shot and he doesn't notice. When doctors later checked, the bullet was stopped by the fat in his body, he had oodles of it and it acted as a smothering agent and protected him. It seems the guy was drunk and a mugger had tried to rob him at gunpoint, only the gun went off and mugger split thinking he had shot the guy. The guy moves on as if nothing happened and a routine checkup reveals a bullet which kind of falls from between the folds of skin in his belly.WOW.

I have always heard it as a fact that eating meat was detrimental to health. Why? Cause of the amount of fat it can deposit in you, which could in the event of being excess,will kill you. This has been advocated by animal rights activists for a long time now, to shun meat and adopt a vegetarian form of diet. But why are we made as omnivores and not herbivores like cows or so then, chewing cud all day and gulping when required. The fact these very animal rights activists from organizations(with names which you cant remember or pronounce, which are too long to mean anything and are too confusing to make you wonder as to what exactly they do, and to drop a hint, they add the words "animal" and "rights" to the acronym), eat meat and dont adopt the "cow" way of life. Now am not against vegetarians but i hate it when they go against non vegetarians for eating meat. It is our choice as their choice is theirs, and they should respect that. After all, none has become a superhero, by eating only veg whereas when you eat meat, you may never know, YOU could become the next superhero.......

(Read the superhero story online) http://www.orange.co.uk/news/quirkies/?rm=storyitem&storyId=2996496

Canned Laughter

What is it about canned instant laughter that tv watchers or rather show producers love so much. Today i 'managed' to watch animal planet where they had this show titled "Worlds Funniest Animals" or something like that. So this show had a bunch of animals performing antics and a group of bozos laughing their asses out in the backdrop(you only get to hear them, thank god).
When i was a kid i used to think that there was this group of people watching the show as i was and when they laugh that gets recorded and replayed along with the show, when i watch it on tv. And most always, i used to never get any of the jokes and i used to wonder whether my sense of humor was in need of serious repair. Only when i grew up i realized that they get people to fake laughter on jokes, the show producers think is funny. So they have a group of people sitting there, laughing on cue from some initiator. By initiator, i mean any guy holding up laughter placards whenever a scene comes up. Like he has this cue card for sighs, serious smirks,mild laughs, extreme laughs and maniacal laughs. And occasionally one or 2 of em don't get the cue or misread their cards, that's when you get that extra laugh or a sigh when its not required or was not intended by the producers.
But what is it that makes canned laughter seem so profoundly idiotic? If you said its the show, then you are partly right, but mostly its because of the bleak script.So when an unfunny and unlaughable gag comes up and when people(in the background) laugh like hyenas on steroids having fits, you don't necessarily feel good about anything in the show, actresses or actors or anything associated with it. The worst part is that they stick with this approach in animal shows as well, where obviously the animals cant talk. If they could talk or better yet, if they had a gun they would have done an arnold "astalavista baby" act there itself.
I wonder if the producers got the idea from hyenas, cause these animals seem to laugh whenever and whatever they do, even when they are being hunted down. And you thought that wasnt funny....

Knock Knock...Whos there?.. God....God who?

What is the power of conviction? A belief so profound that you need no evidence to support it. We all believe in GOD, the almighty, the all knowing, the one and the only HE. Someone who has been there for you all your life protecting you. But is HE real or is it just our power of conviction. Even an atheist shouts out one of the most over used exclamations of all times, "oh, god" when he sees something that defies anything he had ever seen before. Why does he do that?? cause ever since we were kids we were told of the existence of the one man, who started it all, the one and the only. It is kind of imprinted in our heads and no amount of forcing will help us forget it. Its similar to how you dont forget a language learned when you were a child. So what is god? When i grew up, i had always felt that there was someone out there guiding you, willing you to go further than most others, when i was happy, when i was sad, when i needed to run faster in a race and even when i was dying, it pulled me out, gave me hope. At that time i realized it was god, but i really dont think its him, i think its just me. Its my strength, my willingness to go on and fight for what is mine. But sometimes when luck pushes you, you get pushed and dont have the courage or the will to push back. It was you back then and it is you now and god was never in the picture.Thats why they say god is inside you cause you are god, or atleast for you. I have lost a lot more than i had gained ever in my life. I felt the need for revenge, at god, at myself or someone who has ever wronged me.Maybe thats what comprises the satan in us.
I hope God can give me strength or i can give myself the strength to go on. And I hope to God I dont talk spiritual again....brrrr....