दोन प्रकारची माणसं शांत झोपतात. एक ज्यांना स्वप्नच पडत नाहीत अन एक ज्यांची स्वप्नं पूर्ण होतात. माझ्यासारखे काही अर्धवट झोपेत, उठ्ल्या क्षणाला रागात जागे होत, स्वप्नांची भुतं मानगुटीवर नेतात. कधी वाटतं स्वप्नांना आयुष्य आहे. कधी वाटतं आयुष्य हेच स्वप्न आहे! जाग यावी,निसटून जावं.

Monday, April 5, 2010

i love the impossible...

i managed to crash the local train, 5:22 pm kalyan ,
if u dont have any idea how loaded those things become , station by station ,
hmm ..imagine 100 people in a room..
yeah...if u manage to breathe and stand without accidental screams.. u r a winner !

" thana local pakadaychee na..evdha samaan...i dont think u can get down..
its impossible ! "

Catty green eyes, the air of confidence, the 'know it all grin'..

i bet her great great grandmother was cousin of brother in law of my great great grandmother..or something of that sort...

ah..its one of moments where i greatly regret the profound moment of my conception , where i missed out on that beautiful genetic trait of iris color...

KOBRA s are such stingy creatures..

i m not green and sadly not that stingy anymore..

i evolved past sarcasm..because i feel it has become so obvious that it has lost its charm..

so due to the enormous confidence shown by my genetic relative on my decision making ability..which i should have ignored as a mere phenotypical expression..

my face was looking very upbeat,...oops.. see.. sarcasm is so innate..

okay ...i was a puppy who went for a walk in a storm... like a kid spinning around believing he is Shaktimaan..knocking self out.. dizzy on ground..

yeah so sad...
to have grown up idolizing doordarshan superheros..

yeah i was so sad...

but 4 aunties din like the final sentence awarded to me by supremo.. they decided to prove her wrong..

and in an exceedingly miraculous chain of events in time and space..i got out at my station.. alive n kicking !

we even got some mass cheering...

i thanked everyone..

i love the impossible..that really gets me going..and make it possible..

its stupid to pamper ones ego.. but just need to feel good by such trivial triumphs..
i guess.. at times when nothing else is going so well..

i waved at my relative victoriously..

silently praying..

I hope she does not turn out to be my mother in law..

its okay if my kids dont have cat eyes..

may be brown eyes are not that bad :)

we need to evolve, people !

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