Roadtrip 18/01/09

All the characters in this blog r real. Any resemblance to a person living is art!
Bharta, Risky, The poo, Silent, Tarang bhaiya, Lakshmi and shit went to multiple places on 18-01-09. This is how my little head understands the whole thing. It was lakshmis idea that we all should go. This idea was explained to many people ... but nobody cared much. Finally, lakshmi lost control and sweared she would kill people if we did not listen to her. So we all(except the poo who had better things to do) met at Joggers to plan the whole thing.The place was important. Lakshmi yelled at us because we dint have any ideas."Guys should know" she said (discrimination i tell u,she thinks girls r supposed to know nothing, screw her girls). After a few phone calls we realised that nobody really likes us so it was going to be just the 7 of us. The next issue was the mode of transport. Shit, the cool dude(yeah right) adviced that we should all go on bikes.. He is originally from mercury and the sun does not bother him much. Lakshmi, another alien supported the idea. We the residents wanted to travel by cars. So that was it.... All dispersed.

Now, i dont know what others went through but this is what happened at my house.
"Mom, i shall be going for a picnic tomorrow"
MOM - Y?
(i keep my mouth shut)
MOM - Where?
"Pench"
MOM - Y pench?
(What...? should we just go to the zoo then?)
MOM - How would u be going?
"I think silent would bring his car"
MOM - Y do u need to go in a car?
( Because we dont own a helicopter any more... Tarang bhaiya sold it, he wanted to get a new bike)
Moms are special and the questions they ask cant be answered, often.
It was a sunday morning and we all were to leave at 8 so we left at 10 30.
Silent got his Indica(thank u silent... shit loves u). 4 guys sat at the back. 2 girls in front n silent at the drivers seat.Now, Tarang bhaiya and shit as innocent they might appear, they are not. They are both lesbians. And they enjoy torturing normal people(risky n bharta in this case). I decide not to speak of what happened at the back seat(bad memories.... sob). During the journey bharta n risky were just trying to protect themselves. Silent does not believe in wasting words. He is not dumb. We heard him speak on wednesday, or may be monday... donno.... someday : ).. He smiles wen tarang bhaiya cracks a joke or whatever..(they r funny... yeah ha ha ha : ( ). Lakshmi asked us questions during the journey like
"Is'nt my cap awesome?"
"Havent i lost wieght?"
and similar questions..... Also, lakshmi is soo sweet because she offered us apples @ 12times/hr(approx), which she was carrying in her pink bag(which is the best bag ever lakshmi.... we know : )) and when nobody bothered she even told us about the apple keeping doctors away... that is when tarang bhaiya took a bite. The poo told us how lucky we were that we were actually going on a trip with her... that she was actually there.
We finally reached pench around 12 30 only to know that we could not enter before 2 30. So shit and silent suggested that we should see the secret ganges. I dont believe these people. The Ganga in Nagpur... Geography, as much i hate the subject atleast teaches me that himalyas are in the north and The ganga does not come to my town. But when we run out of options and driver is the king we go to such places. So we went to the place and learned that The ganga had dried (Yeah right). It was then that we decided we should go to khinsi. There we relaxed and clicked millions of photographs of ourselves. In our return journey bharta n risky (scared of the lesbians) decided to sit in the front. Risky had to go through a lot of pain.... (all those who dint understand contact me, i will tell u how if i want to).
To say the least... it was a great trip.. We all thank lakshmi for the idea....
Also, i know that till the time everybody has read this blog i will be a dead rat.... I want u all to remember me as one who lived for the truth an died for the same...whatever!

BhArTa : ))

Innocence

Innocence as i see it is a virtue for wisdom cannot be acquired without complete honesty. In the real world people with the virtue are laughed at, considered dumb. Yet, i consider them blessed. Let me share with u an incident. I was talking to a girl the other day.

" U know wat mom asked me to drink milk before sleeping but i did not. I dont like milk that much."
I told her about milk being healthy n stuff.
" Yeaa.... But i think i should drink it. Otherwise God will get angry"
I smiled.
" Nooo.... Really, You know that day i did not listen to mom n she got angry n then i guess God got angry too and that night ghosts came in my dream.. I managed to jump out of the window but they ate my sister"
I am smiling now.
Never have i heard something so honest.
We live in a fake world.
When was the last time u told your mom that u love her?
Told ur dad that u could do nothing without him?
Told ur friends how much they mean to u?
Told God that u were sorry?
Told yourself that u were scared?
Never?
I guess we know who needs to grow up then. : )


BhArTa (inspired)

Fear

He stands alone, in a corner hoping that he is seen by none. Praying for his loneliness, for something inside him had died. A dream killed it, a dream that he saw with open eyes without believing it could die. But it did and it killed him too. He heard a sound, did somebody see him? It cries, his heart. Where did the king go? The one that ruled himself. The one that feared no man but himself. And now he looks at misery and it grows for he never stops dreaming, he only stops believing. At the sky he stares, he needs to fly. "Its all mine yet not my". The mighty man challenged him for a fight for he wanted to laugh, laugh at the already defeated, the timid. And then it happened, the defeated saw another dream, he saw hope, saw life. A defeat had taken his soul but this time he could do anything to be defeated, to loose, to feel the mud. Because this defeat would give him life. So he entered the ring. This time not scared but light... he knew he was going to live again, to laugh with friends, to tell his girl that he was a man, to teach kids the lessons of life. Just a defeat he knew. So happy was his heart, so strong were his senses, so angry was his soul that it fought like a champion. And there he stood, with the challenger on his legs. The emotion he could not describe, a man was born again. And he stood there lookin at the sky.

"No matter its high but this time its my"



BhArTa(inspired)