Confessions

No person is born great. It is the inner self which defines and makes him. Most of the times in the hustle and bustle of daily life , one is unable to hear the subtle voices which come from deep within .

As I sit and meditate I feel connected to my inner self . This type of writing is inspired from auto-biographies but is different as after the thoughts are penned one feels a hell lot better.

“Thanking her – Straight from the Cardio” is all about the thought process which went on my head when I accidently came across the phrase “Brain Eater” and what follows are the confessions .

CONFESSIONS OF THE INNER SELF

Thanking her – Straight from the Cardio :

Dear Dinesh ,

Just as you were lazing around you came across a phrase “Brain – Eater” and you got teleported back by two years when “She” was your chum. It high time you should thank her as she was a silver lining in the cloudy days of your second year engineering life. Tell her that you really enjoyed the post- vodka talks and the message exchanges during boring lectures and dragging practical sessions. Thank her for she improved your English by playing online scrabble. Tell her that you really miss the time you spent with her and the fights which you had over petty issues. The best part was you never even had a clue that she was hurt on some occasions due of your big mouth and loose talk.

As a back logger you had lost all your interest in studies and at that moment she came like an angel and reminded you of who were. You should thank her as she was there beside you spreading cheer and adding that spark in your lonely and lifeless world. I hope you pay your regards and wish her all the best from the bottom of your heart.

Your very own

Inner self.

Note:

Consumption of alcohol is injurious to health and the author does not endorse it in any way. I hope the readers liked it. I will keep you all posted and let’s just hope I have my next tête-à-tête with my inner self soon . For all those who are guessing the "She" , its a work of fiction with a bit of inspiration from friends.

Mundane "Monday"

Its just another mundane Monday morning. I get off from my bed at 8 am after hearing the bells which is the signal that my granny’s almost about to finish her prayers. I pretend to flip through The Hindu .She comes near me and gives me the usual scorn for I didn’t wake up at 6 am. She complains that I am not putting enough hours in my studies and am sleeping for most part of the day. I retort that I’m completing most of my assignments and records in the college itself. I question her about the lunch I would be taking to college and if she had any plans of going out, thus changing the subject of discussion. Meanwhile the maid servant steps in and I thank my stars that she didn’t turn up when my granny was nagging about my sleeping habits as she usually added fuel to the fire and both of them together would make fun about my laziness. I looked at the clock and hurried to take a shower. I had to ask my grandma again about my towel like each day and she pointed me towards the balcony where it was hanging. I exclaimed, “What could I possibly do without you ammama! “I got dressed, packed my bag, grabbed my lunch box, wore my helmet and zoomed off.

It’s another mundane Monday morning .Blissfully employed in a computer firm; I get up at 7 am. I look around. I miss the fragrance of the agarbatti and that of freshly brewed hot filter coffee. I miss my bike and the condominium. I miss my granny’s tantrums and her lunch box. It’s a new city , new life and I am still adjusting. When I was in college, I used to wonder when it would end . Now that its over , I feel why at all did it end? I wouldn’t complain now if it would have continued a little longer. Someone rightly said that the real life starts just as one takes a right turn from the college.

One realizes what one had only after its gone. Having tasted the corporate culture, I‘d rather be a student. I know I have to shoulder responsibilities and stand up on my own feet. I soliloquized that it’s high time to forego the engineering memories and move on. I hope I’d get over the nostalgia and would feel better the next Monday.

(Ammama :Maternal grandmother in Telugu, agarbatti :incense sticks)

It’s all about loving your parents – Karan Johar ( Kabhi Khushi Kabhi Ghum)

It’s all about loving your Grandparents – Dinesh Venkat (Always Kushi No Ghum)

Mr Rao goes 'Trekking'

It was just another lazy Saturday afternoon and I got off my bed after a siesta, wondering how to kill time. Then it suddenly struck me that I had promised Mr. Rao to take him to the hospital for his routine monthly check up. I assumed it to be a really simple task which would get over in a jiffy but it proved otherwise. The hospital was a few hundred meters from his home and he wished to walk. We were walking at snail’s pace which became an amusing sight for the passersby. With each passing nanosecond my anger was rising exponentially. Alas I had no way of venting it. En route he noticed a board stuck to the gate of a house which read “Beware of dogs” . Mr. Rao retorted humorously “Does it mean that the people inside are dogs??” Being a retired District magistrate he was good with his words and told me that English language could sometimes be very “Mischievous” .There were two entrances to the hospital and he chose the back entrance without knowing that some construction work was going on. There was a small patch of path with stones which was inclined and it required me to use all my strength to help him overcome the “Mountain”. His face gleamed with delight after he made it through as if he had conquered the Everest.

Once inside the hospital he courteously greeted the nurses with a hope that he would get to see the doc at the earliest .We had to wait for half an hour and it seemed endless as he was enquiring nonstop about my future plans and my cousins, etc. I had made up my mind never to take him for a check up again. The doctor checked him and prescribed his monthly dose of tablets. We returned home after crossing all the hurdles on the road .Mr. Rao thanked me profusely for my generosity

Back home I realized that one day all of us would have to get old and rely on someone else. With nuclear families being the order of the day, the oldies are bearing the brunt of this culture where each day seems like a challenge. When the sight diminishes and hearing reduces it definite thorny to cross a busy road. I felt ashamed of being so indifferent and impatient towards my very own grandpa and that too an octogenarian. From then on I made it a point to visit my grandparents every week and run errands if required. It feels awesome to see them smile and to know about my dad’s childhood stories from them.

I hope all those grandchildren out there would at least talk their grandparents occasionally as that is all they ever seek – a bit of care and concern!!