ADDICTION......... PART ONE

I believe, anyone who doesnt think themselves as perfectly created rich snobs does have an addiction. here i am not talkin about the ill fated coccain, pot, marijuana, hash oil and alcohol addicts. i am talking about about those products which people do not think are harmful to one or addictive.
I am a person who could go on and on about my addictions until someone gets fed up and stitch my "ORAL LIVE FEED". therefore i am going to take some of my dear friends as a subject.
Subject one is my friend for the past three and a half year. his main addiction is the universally known killer the "CIGARETTES" and BED. hears how his day would start. wake up most days around 4 pm, get online and watch some live concerts by some rock group.his favourites COLD PLAY and HIM. Then he would dance his way to the tolilet brush his teeth wash his face and again get back on bed, youtube some more chat a little bit more untill his roommate goes "DUDE" and then he would go "DUDE". His roomie would go " LETS EAT" He would go " YEAH DUDE LETS EAT" and they would drag themselves to the kitchen and nibble on something which the cook had made for breakfast.
Let me tell you by then he would have smoked up half a pack of cigarettes. he would usually take all three meals together. i am sure hes able to save a huge amount of time an average plum person spend on meals daily.after this huge accomplishment (as in my mind) he would again jump on his bed take the guitar and play some music and sing along while his roommate throw in a few lines here and there. he would be up till 5 or 6 am and them fall asleep to wake up and repeat his routine addiction. such is the life of my dear friend.
My second subject had a life long battle with his addiction. he was strong and very patient through out the painful therapy sessions and for my friends and my relief hes out of the woods. he had to go through his therapy of humiliation, mockery and a more sever session of being ignored. In my opinion the last session was his final straw which helped him save "HIS LIFE" . he was cured, we couldnt believe our eyes and ears... our secrets which we share with him are finally buried in his hypothalamus. his life long battle with " MOTOR MOUTH SYNDROME" is finally in the dark pages of history.
These two subjects had very different addictions, and sometimes it can be life threatening so any one who has any other kind of addictions please feel free to write to me. In the second chapter of addiction i would bring out the addictions in me. stay tuned till then and keep your addictions at bay.

Beileve in BAD luck?

Unlike most others I am a person who usually have a great day. However today is not one of those days. let me elaborate what had bestowed upon poor helpless me .
As usual i woke up with the cries of my security ladies daughter. i had already bitched about this situation on facebook and clearly it has not given me any peace of mind. i assure you that i am not pulling it out of proportion but her cries are a cross breed of a hyena's laughter..... and the crows of a crow. her cries keep me up all night and when ever i fell asleep they venture in to my dreams. how i rue the day they became my security.
Yes they are not the first guards i had, the previous one had to be fired for unclosed reasons.even though they peeped into my apartment through the air vents while i roam around in my birthday suite, they never kept me up all night or venture in to my dreams. any ways after i woke up unrefreshed and sleep deprived i got a call from my friend Tenxin and learned that i am on the list of ineligible students for the exam..... due to lack of ATTENDENCE.....yeah yeah i mentioned about it in my other blogs. So i had to drag my bum all the way to college and attend what i call "THE JAIL HOUR" its where we had to spend maximum SIX hours being tortured by mosquitoes and other creeping crawlers after the sun set to get one percent in attendance .
Any who i suck it up (obviously no other choice) and went to complete my jail hour for the day, hoping to get some serious work done and guess what... my pens ink dried up. just like that (even though you cant see me i am snapping my finger) and i had to pretend to study while two idiotic guys behind me kept on bitching about their room mate cum best friend on never returning their borrowed stuff. Felt like throwing one of my famous sarcastic comment at them...." you knuckle heads that's what best friends do.....they borrow your stuffs and never return" at-least that's what i think so...God how stupid can they be.
After my session of being tortured by all the bugs in that room i was allowed to leave. finally. i was on my way to my apartment which was a three minute walk from the college campus... i thought to my self..... wait ....why don't i grab something to eat from here, at least i deserve a take out tonight. So the deserving 'mua' headed to the cafeteria and ordered a non veg fried rice. as i sat in my seat suddenly the whole place went dark. stupid city.....they play with the electricity as a little kid would do. ON OFF ON OFF ON OFF ON......OFF....i am sure a totally sane person would turn nuts if he had to live like this for the rest of his miserable life.
The only light inside the cafeteria came from the emergency light. I started to notice a whole lot of smoke was accumulating in front of the light...it took me less than a fraction of minute and the screaming and rushing of people to realize that something was awfully wrong. the kitchen was on fire. luckily it was right after me receiving my friend rice , so i didn't wait to suffocate in the smoke to find out who's ass was on fire.
Even at this time there was not any power. the whole area was pitch black. And i was more than afraid to find my feet in a pile of HOLY SHIT from the HOLY COWS and the DOGS, therefor i switched the light on my cell and walked as slowly as i could towards my apartment. I was half way home when i was startled by a dogs bark. I nearly fell flat face as i lost balance. I had no idea what my reaction would have looked like and do not intend to find it out either. I realized that my reaction was not the only humiliating thing which i would have to face tonight. the clutch on my slipper had broken while the vicious barking lost my balance. I now had to literally drag myself all the way.
After what it felt like an eternity i reached myself home and found the security guard near my apartment. On my arrival she noticed my slippers and laughed with a (in my mind) a sarcastic comment to her husband.
I had enough bad luck for one day and top of all this i was being mocked by the security guards. I silently promised my self to get even with them. Once we get the power, i would play all the horrible dhivehi songs so loud that they wouldn't probably be able to move from their seats..for a very long time..and so i SHALL WAIT to get even........and so i waited.

A MEMORABLE TRIP

As i looked outside the changing landscapes my mind was fixed on one thing. the destination. i was traveling alone in a foreign land with very little knowledge about the people. Even though i had been living here for the past seven months this area where i was heading was completely new for me.i was a little bit nervous as it was proving to be a very difficult task in finding the place and what might happen once i get there. but one thing which i was sure of was my aim and my need to be there.
After traveling through some bumpy roads and asking for direction from passerby's I reached my destination, the orphanage in "parvathi nagar" in Bangalore. I had read various personal experiences written by a few social workers in the past and I must say it had helped me get prepared for the trip.the first time i heard about the orphanage i had imagined a huge building with lots of happy kids with a play ground and lots of caretakers in uniforms, with classes and dinning halls and cute little bedrooms with beds covered with fluffy pillows. finally I was about to have my first dose of reality.
As it was physically impossible for the auto driver to take me to the place, i had to walk up to the orphanage. it was situated on a higher ground, small white building with a big blue painted board with writings in the native language. i assumed it says the "parvathi orphanage". i reached the place and was greeted by a middle aged man with a friendly face. "namastey" he declared by bringing his both hands together.with a little bit of hesitation i greeted him back with the same gesture.
I started off explaining who i was and why i was there and where i was from and gestured my hand in order for a handshake, all the while the old man had a questionable face, and at the mention of my college i noticed a hint of smile and he took my hand in return. he started off in both English and hindhi explaining how students of my college helped them.
I found out that the old man who's name was Samsun, and his wife was in charge of running the orphanage. it was their home and for the past eight years been a home for twenty eight kids from the age of one to thirteen. i asked if the government was helping them out in any way. samsun replyed that the only help that they get was from the students of my college. the students who belong to a social group helps them out with the clothing and food items which they provide by raising funds and by generous donations.
By then i was already being surrounded by the kids. They were curious about who i was but did not speak or smile. i kneeled down and offered a hand while the other touched my chest and i said my name out loud, i had to repeat this for a few time with the others as no one took my hand untill one of the boys came forward and declared his name as "raja" i smiled and shook his hand. some how everyone started to come up to me and repeated their names one at a time, i guess i earned their trust a little.
I had my camera in my hand and snapped a few pictures of them. they were curious of what i was doing so i showed them their pictures and was received with laughter's. by then Samsun gestured with his hands to follow him inside. one thing which i noticed was that the orphanage was very clean and tidy. i was first taken in to the living room and was surprised to find a television on one end of the room. the other end holded a rack with mats which i found out was used by the kids to sleep.
Through the living room i was taken in to an open area and found out that there was two more rooms one was for the girls and the other was for the boys. i didnt want him to be offended but i needed to see the condition of these rooms.without hesitation he opened the door for me and i was surprised to see that these kids were treated as one of their own. the couple who took these kids in had true intentions.they send the kids to the government school, and fed and clothed them well. the basic necessities were fulfilled for the kids and it gave me relief.
I asked him what was the problems that they face and how they overcome them. i found out that the main problem they face is having difficulty in finding clothes and uniforms for the kids. they over come most other problems they face by the generous donations which they get from the students.
I had already spend more than three hours in the orphanage and it was getting dark outside. i knew it was my time to leave and promised to return soon. i took some more pictures and Samsun walked by my side till i reached the auto. all the way the kids came up to me and took my hand and performed a handshake which i was unfamiliar with, suddenly i realized it was the hand shake of the social group from my college. i couldnt help by silently smile as everyone even the youngest and most shyest one did the ultimate goodbye handshake. i must say by the time i reached the auto i was already a pro.

THE BLIND SIDE

You know the feeling you get when you watch a really good movie. You get inspired by the story, the acting of the cast, the music, and the songs plays with almost every emotion that your body is familiar and sometime unfamiliar with. When your done with a movie like this you somehow tends to become one of the characters in it. You might want to do a positive thing like adopt an orphan,or mend the bonds with the higher power, or may be give a shot at your artistic abilities in order to achive one thing, that these movies conclude with. Happiness, thats something we all want,isnt it!.
I recently watched a movie, that inspired me to my very core.It was based on a true life story of a traumatized african american boy Michael Oher who later became the famous all american football player with the help of a loving and caring white family, who adopted him when he was a teenager who slept in the schools gym to keep himself warm. The movie revolve around Michael who struggles to achive a standard grade which would allow him to play football and later win a scholarship for college due to his gifted talent. Michael had luck on his side, if he had not been saved by the Tuohy family , he would have ended like many other young african american men, who loses their lifes in gang violence. this movie was filled with heartwarming scenes, the love and care by his adopted brother and sister was truely touching.
"The blind side" has given me a hope which I had been lacking for sometime now.I would greatly recommend anyone who wants a change in their life to watch this movie, it has infact opened my eyes to the blind side of my life which I was not able to see with my open eyes!!

FATE AND ITS SENSE OF HUMOUR

So heres whats up. the last time i blogged i so whole heartedly wrote about my true devotion to the so called "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN" .However no sooner i hit the fridge, gulped down a litre of pepsi my eyes started to droop. I swear it was like fate had this kind of a strike againist my fool proof master plan!!!!!!
the incident which i mentioned above is the start of all the distructions which followed later!!!! my bed started to look so much appealing and i felt like it was calling out for me.i swear on my imaginary cats remaining six lifes (thats a story for another time) that this is no exaggeration. No sooner i laid my self on the bed i was flying high in the land of dreams with "BOMBAY SWISS ROLLS AND MOMO'S"!!!!! this drained my fool proof master plan down the pipe!!
I was right fate had a thing againist my "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN", curse you arrrrrrrrrr.I was on the way of absence to college once more. however christmas came early for me this year..i guess i had been a very very good boy!!! one of santas helpers came along and knock down my apartment door and draged me down to class. Eventhough i missed the first class i was early to my second. i made it.yay...I guess i was right about fate....it sure did have a problem with my "FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN" however it was totally cool with me attending my classes!!!!

A FOOL PROOF MASTER PLAN!!!!!

This is going to be my first blogging and i cannot decide on a particular topic to talk about. Any ways it seems to be that everyone whos any one seems to blog these days!!! Therefor i do not want to be the odd one out!! Hereby i take an oath" I PROMIS TO DO...MY BEST TO DO.. MY DUTY TO ALLAH.. AND THE COUNTRY AND TO THE BLOGGERS SECRET SOCIETY....AND TO BLOG ONCE A WEEK...AND TO OBEY THE BLOGGERS LAW AND TO DO A GOOD DEED EVERY DAY" even though the oath is a total rip off from my cubscout days i assure you that i meant every word of it. Secondly i need to practice on my writting skills as it has been collecting a huge load of rust since i graduated from high school!!!!
Its 2:45 am and its been like this for the past few days!!!! up all night.....and then falling flat early in the morning, which is not good i must say. I had already missed some very important classes and am already in trouble for a so called "MASS BUNKING" which i did not take part in.......intentionally. However tomorrows going to be the day the "GREAT ONE" attends all his classes, and "I " have a master plan. I am going to stay up all night and then without falling flat on my bed attend college, i shall not only attend all the classes yes drum roll please....... i shall be on time too!!!!
So lets see how my fool proof master plan works out!!!! i think i better hit the fridge!!! yeh i need fuel if im going to stay up in the wee hours!!! bloggers i'll let you know the verdict, incase any one tends to follow my blog!!! till my next blogging, stay safe, stay at home, and stay in school!!!