~~Fly Kabir Fly~~

* Just wanna share something about an interesting personality i met recently,If you don't like reading about people then stop here itself as its all about Kabir....... name is changed though...*


I still remember those words.. " Am satisfied , probably this is my first and the last job here"..
He sounded strange to me. .. Damn!! How can one be satisfied? I always felt element of unsatisfaction in me.. After hearing his words , i felt abnormal...
That day ,I surfed the net al nite.. searching for something that will make me satisfied in the end..

But nothing satisfied my hunger..

Neways coming back to kabir, i smelled something missing,something hidden....

The first laugh in the day is his, his smile too give the strenght to his statement " am satisfied"..

Accidently , i just went through his blog ... The guy pens down gold literally... So depth and meaning full .... Just beautiful... Describes life without any rules... Beautiful indeed...

But his statement " am satis..." and his writings never complemented each other....
There is something in this guy that he has bargained with life....in short has compromised with himself....

Complacency and satisfaction are the sinister forces in life....i have discussed life,friends with him... The thoughts are clear and beautiful but the compromise and bargaining stop kabir from becoming "The Kabir".

He is still a child.. unable to hide his emotions, will complain if he feels like,he loves to hate,he loves to laugh ,he loves to love,he loves to loose(his creations say so..)...but the problem is he loves his nest...
He compells me to think,unconsciously he has answered many questions of life to me.... So i owe him a good coverage in my autobiography.. .. :)
I love when he observes u .. listens u....appreciates you...m waiting for the day when he starts loving himself..
Sometimes we are too busy waiting for answers from the world , that we forget to question ourselves.....I would love to see Kabir live life the way he wants...

So, I wish he gets unsatisfied again!!!!

Stay Hungry Kabir!

~ Vinay At L.O.C. ~

I never imagined my life away from my mumma..
The mum Crocodile puts her children in the middle of the pond so they learn swiming.
Gurgaon was like "middle of the pond" for me. Swiming...like Learning practicalities of life.
31 oct. i shifted to live with an army family as P.G...........

.... The creature who never went to school,college and now job on time...and who always loved his bed more than Zinta's dimples ,word "Army" was little upsetting .....

It was like someone has put my bed on L.O.C...!!

~First week at L.O.C.~
In Dreams, army drills have replaced lindsay,duff... Tanks replaced carrrera and audi......
I looked at my watch more often, always had the feeling ... some gun is put on my head 24x7..

~Dinner Scenario......~
As a normal guy i hate {K,G,T}... Kaddu,Ghiya,Tori... if you still like any of these,there is something terribly wrong bro... Only way out is suicide...

3rd day 9:30 P.M....Dinner table..

Me: Whats in the dinner auntieji(The riffle hanging on the wall Compelled me to use ji)..

Army Auntie:Rajma,Kaddu..
Me:Oh I love Kaddu...

Having dinner i recalled approx. 8595 dinners i had with my mumma over last 23 years..,how i used to show tantrums.. Inspite of awesome food she made...never ever complimented her..
"Lesson Learnt : I always take good things for granted".....

After Dinner....

Me: Kaddu was tasty....

A.A: namak zyada tha...

Me: Was Perfect.. (i hate women when they try to extract more praises.....)
...................
Day 8:
I prepared some "proposals" to be put up at dinner...

No K.G.T
No English....

For 1 week they used english with me. Everyone here loved english. Even Dhobi of our locality has read "Wren and Martin"....

Day 9:
I started replying in Hindi... They followed...day 9 was like coming back to India after onsite trip.

Things have changed now( or i made them..) We discussed Kanshi during 1st week... now mallika , rakhi steal the show...
Everything from whisky brands to big screen girls to cars i have discussed it al.. wid uncle..

Living with another family meant great compromises... low music,no girls, sometime K.G.T's ...
Though i love being here but i still miss those before sleep hugs,those nite walks,girls vs boys debates with mumma......

I don't care how poor a man is; if he has family, he's rich. ~Dan Wilcox and Thad Mumford~

I think we travel the world over to search of what we need and we have to return home to find it..There can be no substitute to family...

Neways coming back to L.O.C. ...
i love being here.... and i do have lindsay in my dreams.. although she rides on army tanks.... but i guess it's enough for me...:)

I got a new friend....

The Training time was really cool,isn't it.... The first pay check, new friends,exam free atmosphere,convergys scene,tough stag entries into the discs,Nite long chats was enough to compel us to forget the great transition we had...Everything seemed perfect ...Life was really cool...no more wants....Everything seemed to fall into right places..."Audi","Carrera","U.S.A","time magazine"that was driving my life had become things of no importance to me... I felt content in my life for the first time... I got something that i never thought i can.... Was busy playing with the love wave..... Oh God!! she seemed to be the only reason i was living for...

The training Ends........The virtual world too.....13 Sept.......

Got shifted to presidency building.....No friends here...Such a morose place...eeeeeeeeeeeeeh... .......Things changed in a sec.......The heaviness of being successful was replaced by the lightness of being a beginner again, less sure about everything !!
Day before i was surrounded by people with great zeal with laughs on their faces... carefree like a child....no worries at all........now i was seeing robots...just working for i don't know what ...even they don't know....People here are having heavy pockets,driving bigger cars still look like f**cked goats .... who love to be in their herd...Bunch of "confused" people who have misconception that they are successful... Damn !! we were taught in school ...Success brings happiness... who the hell is happy here...?I never wanted to be like them...i quit badminton because my mum wanted me to do something with studies...Even getting pos. in school never gave me more pleasure than i got after a defeat in badminton match....Class results were enough to satisfy my ego....To be apart of the crowd ...to be different....I was interested in arts ater 10th ...wanted to do something in History.... dad buldozed me into non-med.... then engg... than a job... And here i "was"... Still confused what to do with the mess others have created with my life that they call "Success"

...Search for THE aim in life started..... What exactly i wanted from life ?

.........Mean time words like Audi,Carrera,Time magazine,Forbes,U.s.a were gaining power with in my mind.It freed me to enter one of the most creative periods of my life..I read a lot about steve jobs,hitler,saddam hussain,Dale Carnegie during this......Crushes,love,parties had again taken a back seat..Even her pic failed to compel me to think..I was not even reacting to people's confused views and comments.Everything seemed to be clear..Even my life..."I knew I was getting closer to myself"......I think i have got the idea what i wanna do with my life... But i have learnt here that the change is for good .. If had not been shifted here i would not have gone through so much thought process...It was like awful tasting medicine, but I guess i needed it... I love you God ... You always have given me the gift with bad wrappers the content is always beautiful and meaningful.....

I got a new friend........me..