“Happy” are we, The Modern Thinkers????

 Where did we lose the track? Where was it that we from being a hairy forest dweller became a suit wearing, urban dwelling urban thinkers. I guess the life of living in the forest and enjoying what nature had gave was quite boring for us. We did not like the idea of getting things in the ways they were, as they used to be. Raw and natural. It was boring. The feelings of joy and happiness, sorrow or hatred no matter how strong , were spontaneous and easy to show.

And now we the modern thinkers have become smart enough to hide our emotions no matter how strong they appear. We keep grudges, we like to give surprises and yes we do keep a lot of secrets in our mind. Had this been the old Neanderthal days we would have faced some difficulty if not more in hiding those things, but in these days we face no problem. We are quite used to these kind of things. We the the modern thinkers think a lot. Are my shoes ok. Is this shirt fine??. The jeans are dirty. The hair is not cool and what not. We think a lot and most of it is not of much use to us. We think of unproductive things. Thoughts that are not going to get us anywhere or give us any good. I don’t say that we only think crap. But yes most of things are crap. We think of our salary, and the ways we are going to get it double, we think of the ways to impress our love interest. Is this food organic or not. We spend a lot of time and energy in being organized, looking good, on getting slimmer and on depression therapy. And yet we the modern thinkers think that we live a very happy and a good life. We live in the illusion of a good life laughing at the life of the old days. But honestly it’s the inner core of us who knows how much happy are we. We lie to ourself in the best possible ways and try to fool it every second.

JR The Band – and my personal fusion

If music is a drug, then I am a freaking biggest drug addict in this world.

I might sound a bit eerie but I know that’s the truth. And what could be the biggest bliss to one’s ear if he gets to hear the music which is made right in front of him. Yes that’s what has happened. The name is Mayank and he has a band named JR THE BAND. Wasn’t lucky enough to hear the band jamming. But luck gave me a fare share.

Mayank and I both work in a same firm but in different departments, got introduced by a fellow colleague, we sparked a connection that only two creative minds can possibly have at a first meet. It quickly evolved into friendship.

Now the music part, one day he called me to his home, reason of it I was unaware. But soon my queries got their answer as my host took a grab of his guitar and started to strum its strings. It was magical. I was lost into an abyss of music. I was hypnotized; he was

liberating magic from his guitar. Live music is not new to me as I had attended Many concerts, but getting a private musical treat is a thing that I could only dream of (I hail from community of engineers and doctors). Song after song Hindi and English, the guy was strumming and singing as well and I wished that he never stops but he had to (he is human off course).

After listening to what I can say the best music ever.  Some questions popped into my mind. Why is such a talent wasting his time in the moribund life of a regular job? Guys like these are not meant to work in a 9 to 5 environment.  Whatever the reason maybe. I hope Mayank gets what he wants.

Your are talented and a good person. God Bless!!!

The Facebook Page of  JR THE BAND

Facebook Page of :Mayank

Here are some of the Youtube Links to the Covers performed by The Band:

1. Sing to The Lord

2. A7X Dear God

3. I love to be with you

Never judge a person’s nationality by face.

This happened in the summers of last year (2011), finishing my shift I was coming from my job. It was exactly 2:30pm in the afternoon. I inadvertently found myself stuck in horrible traffic jam. Now it’s a norm for me to cross among the vehicles like a snake during a jam. Who wants to get stuck in the middle of road and that too in the 40’C temperature? I was making my way home, cruising my bike, zig zaging on any possible way. Finally I got stopped and there was practically no way ahead, I had to give up and wait for the jam to get clear.

Stuck, now I began to find the possibilities of an exit. As I was rotating my eyeballs 270 degrees, I happened to see a beautiful East Asian kind of girl on private taxi. She was with a group of people with various age, I assume it was her family.  How could I stop myself after all I am a normal man, I guided my bike to her taxi in such a way that her window was now on my side and we had an (bollywood style) instant eye connection. She looked frustrated so was I due to heat and jam.

Just one minute of silence and that’s it, “hi, how are you”, I beemed a question at her. She looked at me and made an awkward face before saying ,”I am fine.”. Oh yes that asian beauty had replied to my answer, the jam was no where to be easing. I carried on the conversation,

“where are you going”, I asked her.

“Actually we are coming from Gaya (historic Buddhist site)”, she replied, in her sweet East Asian accent.

Maybe I was overjoyed by the response that I was getting from a total stranger girl or it was the heat that made me do that. I asked her a question that was natural to be asked judging her looks, and you won’t believe what response I got.

“You from which country?”, I wanted to know if she was Chinese knife or Japanese katana or some other mystic place dweller. But to my surprise she got infuriated.

“I am from laddakh, I am Indian”, she banged on me.

I was shocked, what had I done. She was still looking at me as if she was going to break the window of her taxi and would eat me. I also got a bit wary of her. Nothing came into my mind; I started my bike and ran away from that taxi only to get more stucked in the jam. Later on the jam also eased a bit and I finally reached my home.

Lesson well learnt “Not every east Asian looking girl is actually east Asian”

Cheers to Incredible India for such beautiful variations. CJ9CZB6WPJ35

Bhanu Stucks among trucks for 16 hours

Oh my God!!!

These were the first words that came out of my mouth, when i had a an inconsequential feeling that i was going to be stuck in a traffic jam. And i kept preaching  myself  ,oh this huh, this will get over in minutes. But just like a  faking monk whose preaching never do good to anyone my self belief was about to get sabotaged.

Oh, how crazy of me,  i forgot to tell you the reason why i was stuck in a jam.

Well just like any normal Indian who loves India also happens to love the capital of India  , New Delhi.  The place where i live Rampur, Uttar Pradesh. India is 184 km away from Delhi . So, it was a lovely saturday sultry hot evening of india and i had some plans for Sunday with my pals who live in Delhi.  I sat on a Delhi bound bus , the time i noted was 06:30 pm and by my expectations of a normal 5 hour journey i was to be in Delhi by the midnight.

But fate had some other plans for me.

Just half an hour into the journey and i was stuck in a traffic jam. And the epicenter of the jam was truck whose engine had ceased to operate. And in a hurry of getting a way  the big trucks and buses had made a mess of  the scene.  The road which was under construction was also of no help. Slowly the night came over , and the folks had accepted that they were in for a long time  stay on the road. Some gypsy kind of people who were on their own truck started singing folk songs, those were cool songs. The local kiosk vendors were having fun.  All of a sudden a 1 ruppee cigarette was selling at the rate of 8 rupee. ha ha i don’t smoke. We were stranded for so many hours , that i felt trucks to be my neighborhood  Bus had turned into my home now and all its travelers were now my roommates. We started to make connections. Maybe it was the longest night of my life. We were moving in such speed that a tortoise or even a snail could have given us a stiff competition. The heat was unbearable , the slowness was harsh and on top of that mosquitoes were     having a feast on our blood. Slowly the night gave way to dawn. My worried friends asked about my location on phone, they were also angry as half of our plans were squashed by this jam.

The morning was up , i was shaking , rattling up and down somehow i grabbed my senses only to get shocked. The Master Bus Driver had sneaked into the wastelands during my brief sleep. He knew a way or not i don’t know, but that  Master Bus Driver was driving like a Fighter. Guess or sure he somehow brought us on a rickety road, which read a rusty mile board. DELHI-50km.  The whole scenario was like festival. We all were happy to read that sign.  Slowly the road got much better. And Delhi was waiting for me.  Time noted 10:30am

My Phone was dead, I had to use a Pay Phone to call my friends.