ghur.. ghur.. was the loud noise from my two cave like holes of my nose.. when my handy partner forced me to wake up by its irritating melody voice. I was forced to pick my navy blue color device which is ment to communicate from one end to other end.I was barely able to open the window of my vision balls but gradually made it. The two handicapped arrow on the clock told me its 4 a.m. dear and immediately at other instance I looked at my crying device. The cry was stopped in four rings and I realized its an important call which is to be made. I dialed the address (number) on phone which connected me to the concern person at other end. There was a sweet voice at the other end. This voice was so soft that even when reached to its maximum point could not catch the regular male tone. I heard this soft voice along with the wonderful word "congratulations". This brought a small stretch to my lips on both ends. I replied to that "hey gudia" and again that word was repeated. The stretch was to its maximum now and I asked why is the congratulations for. The reply was a typical feminine one "guess it", and bechara boy always in trouble with this array of question. (Such type of questions are more difficult to answer than a board exam. If a boy guessed it correctly (chances 5 percent) the girl would probably be surprised and be happy or she will reply "how come you know it that's bad" and if the answer is wrong (95 percent chances) the next half an hour will be spent to either find the guess or to convince her that he will not be wrong the next time). I was lucky at that instance since she directly told me the reason of congratulations (thank you god) and I was all excited by the reason. My sleep took a coffee break and I was fully conscious and aware about the things. I asked her the silly question again "is that true" ad she replied "yes" it is true. I was so satisfied with her happiness and with the feeling that she is coming America. It made me jump in my own bed will all excitement. I never realized that all this jumping and dancing was been made at 4 30 in morning. She could not talk more on cell during office hours but we made sure we communicate by the most advantageous invention of human the "internet". I was cleared with all details later during our chats. I was happy to know that she had been allocated in one of the beautiful states of USA and was so satisfied with the feeling of she coming to me. All talk took place till two hours and I again went for a good morning sweet dreams wala sleep. Before going to sleep I said to myself I would take calls at 4 a.m every morning to listen to her sweet voice and her good news. The stretch on my lips was upto 70mm through out my sleep and for the entire day. At last I would just like to say her "I missed her the most when she was thousands miles away from me" Its my turn to be with her and the others can miss her haha :-) I love you the most and I will surely be with you forever in short period of time. Thank you very much ...
Hahahahahah was the shout from my throat on the night when I was surrounded by the bunch of drunken friends. The laugh was all over as if my laughing nerve was triggered and this damage could not get reversed. As a part of fun, maunu played his favorite song again and again “jeni aakho ma tadka ne chaya”, darshan could not stop his pranks on lala and new lala (panwala). All were tore in laugh as this moment would not come to us again. There was time when I had to put hands on my stomach and lie down on floor to stop myself from the laugh disaster. “Oh god”, thats what I used again and again to stop my mouth from that “haha”. This session was 2 hrs but definitely made me feel twice of it. At last, beers were spilled in stomach, cans made noise on throwing, snacks were gulped and we were on the verge to close our eyes without uttering our prayers for night. I just remembered one thing; I have to make to college tomorrow at 8. Clock ran fast when we never want. It was 7 15 and my mobile gave me a sound which led my mind wake up but not my eyes. With closed eyes I rushed to bathroom got fresh in 15 minutes and ran towards train station. I made it on time to college. I saw my professor waiting for me to pick the heavy loaded packets which were meant to distribute in the class. I finished my morning exercise and just took a sigh of relief when I felt a small kick given pain. I felt acidic call in stomach which led memade assumption that I should get something in the empty godown. I rushed to coffee shop had my coffee. I took it and came to my class taking a sip by sip and enjoying its taste. Again after 3 to 4 sips the pain suddenly occurred once again. I could not locate on which quadrant of stomach was the pain there. I just could not hold it. My coffee could not enter the end of esophageal pipe to enter the stomach. Soon it reverted back and forced me to expel all the drink on the floor. It was embarrassing but I was forced to focus only on my ongoing and unbearable pain. Soon, I had to leave college and catch a cab to reach my aunts home. After waiting for 15 min I got the cab that got ready to take me to Staten Island. I sat in car and I remember I removed the button of my pant and took a fresh air that gave comfort to my painful stomach. The pain had reached its maximum and I felt like my stomach will burst out removing the entire laugh which I made last night. I could easily compare both these moments and could see the laugh and cry sides of life. On one instance I saw out of the cab where my eyes got stuck on a van which carried a coffin in it. I looked upward towards the sky and said “is this the moment I should look this thing” as if I was having conversation with god as not to land me horizontally in that 4 by 10 space. I reached aunty place and I remember this was the first time I spent 70 dollars on a cab in the walking city (accord to me) NY. It was heart breaking but had to be done for the sake of reaching at aunts place. I rang the door bell 10 to 11 times without any break as if a vampire was following me. My aunt opened it with a sense of anger on her face but on the other second she noticed my pale yellow face deep in pain her…anger turned to be questioned face. She dint understood first but just got a hold on my hand. This was the most unbearable moment of my pain and I slept on her floor knowing nothing that it’s a floor not the cushion bed. She picked me and did whatever she can, called her friends talked about me. She admitted me in the emergency room at Coney Island hospital. I am thankful to her friend that have helped me a lot and in returned I was sorry not to give her anything till now. (I promised myself that I will give her and thanks appreciation when she meets me). I was been treated there with all kind of emergency stuff including pain killing injection to antibiotics, went under round machine which made me felt that I am entering a different universe on the other hand. After all the reports it was detected that I had a small stone in kidney and a little big in bladder. Well listening to this I said myself a small thing can bring u r balls in neck and I laughed and thanked god for letting me know whats going on with me and thanked aunt for spending her valuable time with me which I cannot return in any kind of favor. I love my uncle, aunt for being with me and thanked god for giving me a small family which I always opted for… It made me remember only of one thing “haso muskurao kya pata kal ho na ho”. I never regretted laughing so much last night coz at least that made me laugh during the sessions of bad pain. I said one thing to myself “time ka kuch bharosa nahi, kabhi bhi palat jaye” hence it was phenomenal to laugh the night before the pain but it reached abdominal the other day…
From generations its known that the most dangerous animal on earth is none other than the five senses creature who has the ability to make the world or break it,the "HUMANS". Nature has always kept a balance of the beauty as well as the beast, no matter the beast itself has the greatest beauty in itself. E.g. of one of the commonly known antisocial animal is "TIGERS". The yellow stripped,heavy weight,four legged,nostril adult animal who has all ability the kill an human irrespective of the size of human. However, the five senses creature has grown above the expectation of nature and has developed all means to knock down the heavy creature. As a result there are approximately 1400 tigers left in the large jungles of India. Humans have turned to be the greatest predator of theirs (truth shld be tigers are the greatest predators) and have made all possible ways to kill them and maximized their own profits. Raising voice against such brutality is choosing the path of non-violence which is powerless when said but when put in action has tremendous energy that even led freedom to India. Slowly and steadily a way will be created to give this beauty (tigers) an atmosphere that will be without danger to them and I hope their population increases, at-least above an level where they are not ment to be called as "nearly extinct" creatures.. Lets give a hope and try to follow the path where tigers will be saved and can breath in green zone.
Around two and half or three decades ago some mothers in India were in deep pain and they shouted with great resolution to express their pain. Mothers felt like an elephant had put his foot on their stomach. Surrounding to mothers were similar human beings wearing plastic mask on there face who were asking the pity mother to pressure her stomachfrom inside.They used the word “push…push” and the mothers followed their painful instructions. At the final push, landed a small creature from the inside world of nourishmentand love to outside world of fresh but polluted air having basic features of human being. Each of the twelve mother gave birth to the “kuchi kuchi baby” which turned into huge monsters on earth after certain period of time. Every child was different in its own characteristic. Most of them were born with different religion and culture… tagged on there head.All were born and brought up in different dust and different environment but where unique amongst their own category.
Some people in their life time gets an identity which is given to them by someone else or may be by the whole nation, for eg: Mohandas Karamchand Gandhi wasgiven the title of “Mahatma” by the nation. This name was provided because of this deeds done towards the nation. Similarly, these twelve monsters were provided with some identity because of their deeds not towards the nation or community but towards their ability to laugh, about their remarkably creative thinking, there activity and a lot more.So my friends let me introduce to you the twelve babies turned monster which when met at one place converts heaven a hell, funeral to a comedy show and produces laughing gas from all the holes they have. They are my cheer to life and friends who are proudly known to be called as R….O….C….K….E….T….S. The person who is Introducing the Rockets calls himself a “super rocket”, not because he is superior but because his comments when released goes beyond the universe and creates a silence in the surrounding atmosphere to help other Rockets understand what he actually said but they laugh on it unconsciously. Here I present our activities and their marvelous reactions in timely episodes………
EPISODE -1 The formation of (few) R….O….C….K….E….T….S. and the first “plan” to OSWALI dam. It was approximate 8 35 in the morning when a heavy loaded vehicle who carried thousands of passengers on it took a stop on two long iron made plates. Hundreds of them got down on the platform. The eyes of rickshawwala were stuck on blue pants and white shirts however it was difficult for them to locate their customers. It was irregular, undisciplined but with similar dress code parade on the platform of the green land “gholvad”. This, blue pant white shirt creatures were the bright students of PYJC junior college and this place was the birthplace for the formation of R….O….C….K….E….T….S. All managed to catch their safari as they were on their way to “paathshala”. It took approximate 15 minutes for the rickshawwala to reach the college gate. After a 4 min ride in rickshaw from the station joined another blue pant guy on his two wheeled spiked bike (racer cycle) having two lever beneath his hand which when pulled slowed down his bike. The bike moved ahead using Newton’s third law of action. The heavy creature on the top of bike was one of the rockets who turned to be super rocket few years later because of his ideas which went beyond universe. Soon, I reached the gate of the college and parked my bike in between the two U shaped bend iron rods leaving its later body to hang in air. I took my two book bag in hand and went directly towards my class. As I stepped in I found my few friends back from school days who where in the same college and gave them a high-five. The differentiation of students by their intelligence was still prevalent in our college. Hence as its outcome there were three sections A, B and C of the same class depending on their percentages of students in SSC. I was lucky to be in section B. I was more familiar with B-section guys however intermittently visited section A to look for my friends who were in my school but were not close friends. As no one was around in section-B, I visited A where I met my few friends about whom I described above. I said “hi to premal (lambu.. intelligent but total aalsi… he has not seen early sunrise in his college time I bet for tht), he replied “hi, kem che”. Soon our common friend “swapnil” (shivaji.. always on ghoda.. and smart creative and intelligent guy)who was closer to him joined him and they move apart. (Who knew I will be a part of this wonderful team). I went back to my tapori friends and began with my tapori masti. Soon, professor joined us and we like mechanized creatures started working as the professor said. I remember our mechanized features turn to be practical only on seeing some characteristic which male gender dint possessed. During breaks we ran to feed our hungry stomachs to famous stall which we called “ Issu na vada”. Aha-Aha what a feeling to take that liquid in mouth AAH. As I felt I was born to taste that chatni with that hot vada and gulp it without taking a dekar aaahh. That satisfaction was awesome. I met swapnil and premal again and had some talk with fun but never could join them for more time as they moved with other friends. In all of rockets I had one rocket that was close to them as well as to me. I refer him as “common rocket”. He was bhavik (podru, a school time close friend ... in romance since childhood, a long story). I joined him whenever he joined other rockets. At that moment we had fun and sometimes a rocket dialogue was released by any of them. At that point we never noticed its importance but just laugh on the joke. Soon, we all became a part as our interaction started increasing along with the rocketgiri. We started bunking classes went out for masti on the shore which was clearly visible to our naked eyes. Soon, the formation of Rockets was taking its stand. No, one would dare to come to us and try to pull our leg. It was but obvious if he thinks to pull our leg, we could imagine how many more parts we could remove. Slowly and steadily the bond turned to be good and it will be proved in further episodes. Days passed on, exams came and went rockets came out with flying colors and it was not surprise to us. It was weekend and I had planned to go to dahanu to meet my parents. Meeting my parents was good however waiting for the telephone calls at 10 in night was another anxiety. It was always meant to be one of the rocket calls. It was our meeting call where all Rockets takes stand and decides on important issues called as “plans”. That discussion always took place with cutting “badam dood”. I remember most of the time I never brought money but I made sure I get that dood. Thanks to my financial partners, I love their finances. The weekend passed wonderfully and it was now Monday morning. It was time to wake up and run for the train in order to reach college. I reached bhaviks place and as usual shouted from the base of ground till his 2nd floor window. We both managed to board train on time. We all had adrenaline to the highest extent so the fun was bursting at every possible time. We were all in our moods where all of a sudden one of our rockets revoked the half discussed “plan” done last night at our sabha. We had talked about going to “Oswali dam” last night in the sabha. I looked at bhavik, he looked at swapnil and certain amount of impulse started to flow in the master minds of rockets. No one showed much interest in the topic for a long time and we moved ahead with some other issues. Soon we landed on gholvad runway. We got down and looked for our patent safari. We sat in it and ourselves not with seat belts but tighten by being one sitting on others lap. It was fully loaded and the ignition of rickshaw proved it but making weird noise. However it moved taking its first gear and took the third in little time. All were enjoying when the impulse burst out from premals mind (which actually started few time ago as I mentioned) and he said lets go to “Oswali”, at that very moment like all minds getting one and al said lets go. We ordered our pilot of rickshaw with full blown voice take the vehicle to “Oswali” without any stop. At that time one of our rotlu rocket “kandi”(ujjuval wife.. mobile train time table) , shouted no, we can’t go I have my practicals. On listening to this all broke into laugh and gave him a return smash by shouting and saying to the pilot... move fast to “Oswali”. He increased the speed (he pretended it as the vehicle was already moving with its full strength). Our college was approaching close and “kandi” seemed to stop the auto by hook or crook. He was even ready to jump from auto like James bond jumping from a car moving with 200km/hr. Actually kandi jump could have resembled with James bond as the effect of air would have blown kandi back to dahanu if he performed that stunt. Our gate approached closed and our eyes were on kandi along with a shout to pilot in order to move fast. He followed the orders and it was exactly front of my college gate where vehicle was with its full speed, kandi with its full move and our voice dumped in mouth. Here was our James kandi who took a step to jump outside in full motion vehicle, he moved a step forward and all of a sudden a hand came passing my eyes going straight to kandi back collar and holding it like a crane pulling a cargo. Kandi motion was reverted back by Newton third law of action and our bechara kandi instead of moving out of vehicle jumped back on to us with that great speed and during this whole session vehicle moved its full strength making its way to the destiny. Kandi shouted back and abused premal, as this the crane who pulled kandi was the hand our rocket “premal”. He told the pilot to stop the vehicle but it seemed his orders dint reached the ears of the pilot. We all broke in to laugh and started pulling leg of kandi (infact eni evi gand mairi ne ke leg su haath popat badhu khechi lidhu) haha. His face worth seeing but after certain time he too joined to club and broke in laughter. These were our rockets that tried to escape the rocketgiri but unfortunately could not go as this bond could not be broken by any one of us. We reached the destination where we enjoyed a lot on that dam. It was our other friend who looked at one of the pond and decided to take bath. We all followed him and removed our clothes (while writing this I remembered a dialogue “nadi tale jayenge, khuule aasman mai hagenge kya thandi hawa lagengi na pichwade mai”) and took bath. We all protected our radar by covering a cloth on it which we call as underwear’s. We took two hour bath followed with pool games in a pond. We got out after an hour and moved ahead back to our home. We took the ST bus from that place, I got down at gholvad and rest of rockets went back to dahanu. It was a full time rocketgiri the whole day. On that day or at that point we never realized the potential of rocketgiri. It developed gradually as we started being more comfortable with each other. That day had brought me close to some rockets and its formation had started. Our plan was successful and I noticed all of our plans get successful only at end point. This we will see in next episodes as other rockets join us and full formation of rockets happened leading to evolution of plans beyond the boundary of any ones limit.
It was completely dark and relaxing when all of a sudden an irritating sound gathered in near atmosphere saying “tera tera tera suroor”. It rang through my ears like non-stop remix song moving faster than speed of light. It took my nerves fraction of seconds to make my eyes give a call to open and I saw with blurred vision my dirty shoes in front staring at me. I moved my eyes from that dirty but friendly shoes and moved away where I was stuck to watch smiling lips having excitement in its eyes gazing at me. It had two arrows facing opposite to each other and made some “tick tick” noise while moving and I noticed, the third arrow was not handicapped. It was comfortable looking at it when again second time it opened his wide mouth and sung the remix type noise and I realized that blue color oval shaped steel plated shiny gazing fellow which sung remix like songs was my “alarm”. I looked at the two handicapped opposite faced arrows and there was an adrenaline rush through my body making me to jump from soft bed to hard marble below and rushed towards bathroom with half opened eyes. At last I woke up but it was 9:00a.m and I was late for the work ahead. I took my daily humsafar who on moving cleans the yellow dust on the white hard field. Rubbed it upside down with forceful friction to make sure it removes baby parasites form its host field. I did all the necessary activities which are performed by a “normal” human being everyday in his life. I felt fresh when the hot water sprinkled on my body reached the pores through my skin and giving them new life to wake up. I moved fast on towel to my closet and wore “kurta pyjama”. It was necessary to were traditional dress since a spiritual function was going on at my house. It took me thirty minutes of nine to finish my regular activity and to get ready with all clothes on my body. I rushed downstairs to giving my helping hand wherever it was necessary. As I saw nearby there were stack of people arranged in groups enjoying their morning mantra “cup of tea”. I took a fresh sip of tea and felt refreshed. I walk ahead to work with my dad as this function was too important to him. My brothers joined me soon and the speed of work was doubled. I was working a few inches away from my ceiling when a strange sound came from behind which sound familiar to me and I realized that my sister was calling by my pet name “chinu… chinu …” I was shocked since I was not use to be known by this name and in this vigorous thinking I pushed myself upwards allowing me to bang on the ceiling. As rightly said by one of the great padakhu “To every action there and equal and opposite reaction”, I heard about it: today saw its application. A good condom cap evolved from my head. I felt like I was one of the team members of the Ravanas sena where they used to have long horns on their head depicting themselves as “danavs”. I came down from the ladder with my hands on my head feeling the pain in the cap. I told my sister in broken but angry voice, why were you shouting? She got afraid by my danav voice and started tumbling with her voice. I saw that and calmed her (as all boys do after shouting at the girl). I told whats the matter, tell me now? She narrated her entire story to me starting from when they met and how did they became friends and then talked on cell today...... from all of which I could only concluded that her friend is going to come today afternoon. I congratulated her after listening to her Ato Z introduction and said it will be nice to see her on function. I moved on with other work as we had very few time to finish the work. She again came with a pretending smile on her face and looked at me and said "bhaiya. Do you need some water"? I looked in her eyes for a second and then to make sure that I already woke up from my bed I pinched myself "ahhhh" was the noise from my mouth and I found this is all real. I told my sweet behna what you want (coming to straight point). She with one flow of her deep breath said to me "She is coming this afternoon at 12 30, all are busy with their work and I don’t know how to drive bike so you are going to pick her up on the station and her name is Keyu". (Believe me guys whenever a girl wants to convey a long conversation she can inhale deep 10 seconds breath and exhale it for the next 20 seconds conveying you the same message with the same breath). I was stunned, not on the work she told me to do but on the 20 sec nonstop breathe which I saw. I had only one choice that was to say "yes".
It was already 12 24 p.m and piles of work was increasing. I took my bike keys went downstairs on my traditional dress pushed a button and there was a roaring sound from my bike. It looked like a hungry tiger came out of the den to eat something fresh but the truth was the silencer of my bike was broke and needed to be repaired. I pushed in front direction so that my bike could finally land on earth from its few space of air and earth. I walked a little with it to make sure its exhalation of liquid fuel into gas was constant. I sat on 4 by 4 seat and pulled the accelerator to the fullest making myself feel that it would run 120km/hr, but hardly could cover few distance with that force. As I moved out on street like a street fighter people looked at me with a question on their face which later lead to a big laugh leaving behind. The bright red color gave my bike a final touch to its appearance. This red color, throttle speed, wide space on seat , steel spiked wheels made my "Luna" precious in town. The laugh on people face clearly showed up my image of wearing traditional dress and on traditional bike. I moved ahead and with that accelerating speed I reached station at 12 40p.m. I knew I was late and was afraid of one thing that I had already created an impression of all common boys of being late than the given time. I stopped and pushed my bike back allowing it to land against gravitational force. I ran fast towards the platform and saw there was no large crowd which we see after the train arrives. I felt guilty for myself and thought that I missed the train and she might have left in auto way to my home. My footsteps went behind like I was scared of someone, took an "about turn" when there was an announcement " platform no ek par Mumbai se aane wali gaadi apne nirdharit samay se 20 min ki deri se aane ki sambhavna hai, kripaye shantata rakhe". That about turn took earlier again took an about turn but this time towards the platform.
I was happy for myself to be protected from guilt. I took a seat in the waiting room and started reading the gossip paper "Times of India". It was fun to read on the comments made on politics, film-stars. This gossip took me in its array and I went in hypnotized reading. This small hypnotism was broken when all of a sudden I saw a bhel wala , narial wala, nira wala, pani wala and rest all wala's along with coolies run on the one no platform. As I guessed the train was nearby the station and I had a looked at my watch, it was 12 50 p.m. The train stopped and a blow a huge horn with chains of CO2 dispensed in air from a huge pipe. It felt me like a scene of "Mai Hoo Na" where Mr. Shahrukh Khan just arrives at the platform with same blow of horn and gas dispensed nearby him. It took me fraction of second to return to the real world and start searching for a girl named Keyu. As a research student I always have the habit of taking extra information so I took the reservation boogie no of keyu from my sister so that it’s easy for me to locate her. I went to boogie no S-4 and started looking for her outside the door. Tones of heavy loaded aunties started squeezing out from small door. Behind this heavy loaded vehicle was a medium sized girl who I saw a few seconds later.
My retina stretched more to look clear the whitish girl with black blonde hair covered with white Patiala dress and at the bottom were the fancy synthetic hard surface that blocked hard skin of her leg to touch the ground. I felt like natural air blowing around me, surrounding ambience went in slow motion, people taking half steps to walk compared to a normal steps taken a few seconds ahead, bhel wala taking minutes and minutes to create one bowl of bhel in paper... ahhhhh this was a situation where a person with deep love sees the girl after long period of time. All this silence was turned in pieces when a sweet sound from behind called my name in blurred tone De..e..p..a..k. I dint wanted to turn around but had to do it. I saw a wheatish girl in front of me with average body and with simple looks again calling my name but this time in one word, Deepak. I said yes, and to which she suddenly replied I am keyuri. I said who, she revert n said keyuri. In rush I replied "so" .. and the next second I realized and I replied K..e.yu. She smiled and said yes keyu.(At that time I got angry on my sister for providing me with her giggle name which they use to call each other. I felt like inspite of getting spared once I imprinted a bad impression on her). I took her bag and started walking down the platform outside the station. I noticed nothing was too filmy like it use to be in Mr. Khans movie where winds blow around us, slow motion walks of people etc etc. Everything was normal in its own way and I started walking thinking that nothing goes in slow motion except my shiny red color Luna who has no scope to move a pinch faster than its regular speed. I was getting nervous to take her towards my bike but we had to. She came and stopped nearby a pulsar next to my bike. I broke her feelings by pushing my bike ahead to land it correctly and said her have a seat. She sat without any different expressions on her face. Her sitting made me feel that she was comfortable sitting on my bike with no complains even in her mind. I took her at my house and this time it took me 15 min to reach my house. (As expected). To be continued………. Please give u r valuable feed back and let me know what you expect ahead in the story.. u r guess..
