Stupidly Yours

So how should one react when faced with an act of utter stupidity... However stupid this thought itself may sound... Its just my struggle to get an answer that has provoked this blog... and to add fuel to it... Somebody did act foolishly today... and I was angry... not by his act... but the way I reacted...

Well this reminds me of a scene from Sharabi when the gorgeous Jaya Prada loses the "Naulakha" and our Bachchan sir tells her it was not that costly at all... naturally lying because one drop of her tear is much more "costlier" than one lac... anyway, the reason for the examples is... what I was taught from the childhood was much similar to this "stupid" scene... Laugh at people (and ofcourse yourself) but not when one actually commits an act of stupidity... Try to sweep it under the carpet and thus not taking away someone's self-respect... I kind of embodied this as it came from my father and never doubted it...

... never until I went to Singapore... one of the most turbulent times in my life... On one hand I was trying to manage my career and on other was desperately trying to hold on to my love life... and struggling at both ends... I do remember for days and days I slept merely for 3-4 hours in order to cling on to both the ships... hard that it was to be... I did forget things... I did act stupidly...

one incident that I can recall of the so-called "stupidity" was when after going to bed at 5:30 am in the morning... was awaken by my roommates at 730 in the morning... could hardly open my eyes... and caring as they were... they asked me if I had my keys of the house... I really didnt know what they were saying and could barely open my eyes... couldnt find my keys... as a nice gesture... I was given their set of keys... Well... when I woke up at around 10 I could not find my keys but luckily had my roommates keys... I locked the door with the other set and went to office... and again struggling in the office till 10 pm I got back to sweet home... sans the keys... and as soon as we reached home... It struck me... what a terrible act... because of my stupidity my roommates were suffering... they were in no way responsible for it... I felt like a hangdog... utter stupidity... I do remember almost running to a taxi and rushing to office... getting the keys and coming back... while my roomies waited at the door... They really looked magnanimous when they pardoned me for my stupidity... I felt happy that the things I was taught in my childhood were not necessarily rubbish....

The day passed but never got forgotten... When in every act of mine I was reminded of my crimes of stupidity by my roomies and ofcourse by other "friends"... I came to know about the reality... Yes I was the stupidest person they had seen... and Yes I had become a benchmark... Yes I was equivalent of Manoj Kumar for Bad films... and I used to cringe inside whenever that was reminded... but my stubbornness of putting a brave face and not explaining them to douse their ego took toll on me...
Stupidity as they say is universal... something inside me kept on telling me to highlight their foolish behavior... but no.. the false virtues that were bred in me always stopped...

so when somebody did act stupidly I just said... its okay... when somebody lost some money in his exit dues at previous company due to his stupidity I used to sympathize with him... when somebody used to visit a whore-house to forget about his love ... I just said take care in future... when somebody forgot the pizza in the microwave for days... I laughingly avoided the discussion.... and yeah... how could I highlight an act of stupid behavior when all the drunkards celebrating the new year did some things which were foolish enough to write a book of anecdotes... point to note here was the foolish acts started before even buying the bloody alcohol... bloody fool its not your girl you are flirting your chances with... I wish I could yell

but well... the lesson was learnt the hard way...I had decided to jump on somebody's act of stupidity... before he does on mine
and today... was the day... past was past... its time for new beginnings... the idiot had to be reminded...

and all I could hear myself utter was.. "Its okay... hota hai"

It is one of the blessings of old friends that you can afford to be stupid with them. - Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Mumbai


  • Its been a little more than 3 months I have been in Mumbai for the second time in my life
  • In my first week I saw a dead body being taken out from a canal
  • Aishwarya-Abhishek, Malaika-Arbaaz still get more coverage here than hundreds of farmers who have committed suicide
  • I live very near to office and it takes only 20 minutes no matter what time or day it is
  • Although I have not brought my princess here I do ride a "small" bike here that belongs to my boss
  • Its not as tough as it used to be 5 years back and one of the major reasons is my locality which I have become quite fond of... Well I live in one of the poorest localities of Mumbai and yes based on that no banks are willing to give me a credit card and still a 1BHK flat here costs 35 lacs...
  • On weekends, I usually go out of Mumbai and if not, confine myself in my home or sometimes roam around Mulund, Thane and Powai, the three areas which essentially form my Mumbai..
Well... thats my Mumbai... struggle is thy middle name... !!!

Image : Saw this man sleeping with a mysterious smile at Dadar station...

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Hundred and One



"Hundred... ... They are exactly hundred.", I thought

Early in the morning... As I make my way thru the jostling crowd, and as hundreds of people try to grab their share of the train one thing that the day starts with is observing people... their little nuances... I think everybody does that with the possible difference of the time... they observe each other... as if they are telling themselves... Yeah This is the world, I am going to be in for the next half an hour of my life... This splendid feeling stays not more than a minute... and then they again go back to their own circle... drawn by themselves with a book, a Portable playstation, or an iPod...

and to think, they are missing the freshness of the early breeze, the rich smell of the trees from the Chinese Gardens and the sounds of those little babies clinging to their mothers makes me feel sorry for their ignorance... I see around me and notice the wires which have formed a mesh around me... two schoolchildren are playing with their portable gaming consoles with the headphones to their ears... an elderly lady is dozing besides me with an ipod stuck firmly to her frock... I see two professionals in the seats opposite to mine... again with the earphones to their laptops... I notice all kinds of gadgets with headphones... and unknowingly start to count the number of people with headphones...

one... two... three... the car is large enough to accommodate two hundred people... and it helps to count people when you are in the middle... fifty... fifty one... fifty two... i have not even reached half the car and still i have got fifty two with that damn thing... how can people get lost in themselves... their world and just ignore what is happening outside... anyway... there are less people in the other half of the car... seventy one... seventy two... and how come this construction worker afford this sleek mobile... and how did he know how to transfer songs.... looks engrossed in the new songs he must have downloaded some days before... ninety one... ninety two... you know they say it affects your hearing power too... shouldn't wear them so often... still nobody seems to be interpreting what I am thinking... , ninety seven, ninety eight...ninety nine .... and Hundred. I reach to the magical figure....

"Tampines....", the speaker above my head barks and the train comes to a halt as I pull off my earphones and put them into my bag to rest...

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Waking up at 2:30

So What do yo do when you suddenly wake up at 2:30 am ?

It must be the Chicken Tikka... I shouldnt have had the whole freaking dish...
I get up and wear my sleepers and try my best to suppress the strange hissing sound of my footwear... how I wish my landlord ( who stays with us) had a sound sleep... well... anyways... he wakes up...
I go to Prashant's room... start the laptop... its good to know to type... helps when you are in dark and cant see the keys...

need to work for our film-critic website project... need to work for our short film... havent done a thing yet...
havent written a blog since a long time... have so many things to write... but lemme first work on our film critic website project... Rajeev Masand of late has been pissing in his pants...

this waking up should help... !!!

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