Why?

A funny question to start off a liaison that I never expected to have. Writing blogs. Or for the geeky one’s out their, writing b-logs.

How many of you knew that blogs are actually bio-logs? I didn’t, until I went for an interview in a small time IT firm where I was asked to make an entire application for blogs in just one and half hour. Bull shit.

Coming back to my question and leaving behind all the bull in the previous para, I want to ask this to everyone who even remotely are related to this 3-lettered word, why cant things be a little more simple in life??

Why does “realization” have to “dawn” at the most unexpected times, like when you are happily jogging to keep those extra kilos off, and from the most unexpected circumstances, like talking to a quintessential biscuit-walla who turns up weekly to talk about how his son, from the gaon in Bihar is not studying and wasting away his life.

I mean I am having a normal day, sitting at home sipping tea and suddenly he comes in smiling.

“Kuch biscuit doon malik”, he quipped (Want some biscuit, master).

Now, being called a master by a person who’s at least 30 years older to you is shameful enough. But I go ahead and add to that shame saying,

“Nahi aaj nahi. Aaj-kal koi nahi khata biscuit”. (Not today. Nobody eats biscuits these days)

After a lot of pleading and persuasion from him I agree to buy a few naan-khatyis and few toasts. Beaming, he leaves and comes back with the packet, and starts his ‘my-son-is-wasted’ talk all over again.

“Udhar ka maahol thik nahi.”

Nod.

“Aap se iss liye kehta hoon kyu ke aap padhe likhe ho aur jaante ho padhna kitna jaroori hai.”

Nod-nod.

…

“…bolne wali baat ye hain..”, I was not paying any attention until then.

“.. ke duniya main koi kisika nahi hota malik…”.

No nod this time.

... toh bolne wali baat yeh hai ki, duniya main koi kisika nahi hota….