SAINT and the SPIRIT

It’s rather a dull Saturday morning made even duller by Indian cricket team’s lackluster performance which lacked any sting or application. I am yet to come out of my slumber but I am determined to write a post for my blog. If I start now I have all the time till Sunday evening to complete it  I have been thinking about lot of topics to write but then zeroed in on one man whom I admire for his outlook towards life.
Gandhiji hated liquor his whole life and don’t run in to a conclusion that I am going to write about him as that’s the last thing in this world I wish to do in my blog. You wonder then what might have made me start with his name. Well he has been the subject of discussion for most news channels lately for having one James Otis trying to sell his memorabilia in an auction in New York. A campaign by bapu’s grandson Thushaar Gandhi to stop the auction went futile. His several requests to the Indian government to intervene to stop the auction fell in deaf man’s ears. The Indian government took all the efforts not to surprise any Indian or change his opinion on its potency. The Indian supreme court so righteously passed a judgment to stop an auction which was happening somewhere in New York. The news channels gorging with a huge appetite on this topic setting countdown for the auction throwing in hefty tag lines like “Indian heritage at the auction” and “Indian history at stake” was all in for the TRP’s. There was someone who was watching all this with a fervent silence and its not me I am mentioning here ;)
With such a lot of drama involved I was very keen to see the eventuality. The day of auction I switched on the news channel to see the outcome to realize that the liquor giant Vijay Mallya has got the highest bid of 1.8 million dollars to bring back the so called heritage home. I was all awe for this man. What a government couldn’t do, what a campaign by a whole lot of people couldn’t do, this man just pulled it off hands down and that too without making any noise about it. I understood later that he had a penchant for Indian history when the news channel read that he was the secret emptor at an auction that put Tippu sultan’s sword under the hammer few months earlier. Sword under the hammer, that sounds dramatic, he he.
Amidst the greedy multimillionaire’s our man definitely stands out. While others rake in money and keep on piling drawing a blank on the purpose of doing so Vijay Mallya is one who definitely understood the purpose of money and that is to live. And he lives and lives king size in style. His zeal to life sometimes makes me wonder that he is the only person on this planet born to live and to live the way he does. There might be a self-serving intention in that auction act but whatever he has done has got a fan in me no matter what.
If bapu was alive I guess he might have changed his opinion on liquor for it’s the liquor king and the contribution of liquor consumers in India that has brought back the Indian heritage home. What a way to give Indian heritage a face lift. Long live the king, long lives the heritage. Jai ho ;)

Broken mirror

Back after a small break.

An eternity is not enough to know a person.
You like someone not because that person is good but we consider that person is good because we like them.
I was collecting stones all this time, while i believed that i was collecting jewels.
Never betray a trust, trust when violated, can ruin even the best friendship.

The above statements will all hold good and make sense when the person you believed to be your best buddy turns out to be a back talker. When someone back talks we can take comfort from the thought that we are way ahead than the person who is back talking. But when the person turns out to be someone whom you thought to be your best buddy then it really hurts. It was brewing in me for long to put it across somewhere and the breaking point has come where in now i feel like alleviating the negative thoughts and energy in me.
When you realize all of a sudden that the person you have been walking along with, rubbing shoulders and sharing jokes with genuine feeling of friendship has not been reciprocating in the same way then there is a sullen feeling sinking in. What hurts the most is not that someone has back talked but the thought that if that someone shared the same genuine feeling of friendship it would have never happened in the first place.
Ever since it happened with me i started scrutinizing the behavior of that someone to realize that the fault was not with that someone but with me. I was so blind and naive to see the true self of that individual. May be because I was overwhelmed by the feeling i had for that person that i failed to see the true colors. May be friendship is not that someone's cup of tea. I can come up with a million maybes and still can’t zero in on a reason. No one is to be blamed but me. It was a lesson for a lifetime. It might change my outlook towards considering someone to be a friend and the ‘someone’ I meant here is anyone but I believe it’s for my own good. Life goes on and I have learnt to wear a fake smile which I am still getting used to. From someone who had genuine feeling in the mind while moving around with people to someone who wears a smiling mask is a huge transition that came along with a hefty experience.
A post with a heavy heart adds more to the blog like an Indian masala movie. Few thoughts of wisdom come across my mind as I write this now. Trust is like a mirror, once broken you can still stick it up to make it one but it seldom looks the same way again. By the way I got a title with the last statement that will replace "It hurts" which was sounding very much like Saif Ali Khan in the airtel ad.

All I can say now is Adios amigo.