resilience

Crazy rush the past few days , with the Stupid T20s going on sleeping is a thing of the past. Yes there are still a few fans left , im not one of them im just stupidly addicted to cricket in general. I mean i remember even bloody watching the county matches. Anyways life continues and we battle it out like tru gladiators, the misdirected Auto , the completely hillarious insult, and in the middle of it all we play with Lacks and Lacks of money. You suddenly realise that when u end up giving discounts worth 92000 , man what a rush . To tell yopu the truth u feel like a choot but then i guess thats a part of it.

Lifes good otherwise filled with nothingness as usual but then the hopes there that one fine day i will wake and then ill have this golden path in front of me , which ill not miss.

I have been having this crazy conversation with my self about the resiliance of the Huiman Body as mine falls apart , maybe it wsa the human spirit which again is another story altogeather. Anyways this is a breif on what i think , we are so bloody adaptive i mean be ait a sardar living in Kerela or a mallu living o nthe moon which is very possible , well why go so far lets take me for an example a himachili living in Hyderabad , Ok agreed almost a metropolitan city but man u can see it so much not when ur here , i mean still the breakfast you get of the roads not wada pao or omelet bread , its plain wada and dosa adn idly and so on and so forth. And no matter how much they try to call it the Fulkas , chapatis and all of that end up having some strange oil on it. And then theres the culture pretty right in itself but i suddenly realised how different when i saw the shock o nthe face of a colleague when i winked at her. Man talk about it. And man talk about the attitude, i mean that of a simple bandi wala ( roadside shop on wheels) to bloody AVP of big software companies man its bloody uncouth ud think, but then slowly it sinks in thats the nawabi that the nawabs left behind. I mean in recent days iv had more threats of kidnappping than at any other time in my life. And people lie all the time pathalogical I think.

and yet im surviving , and theres no problem. The Biryanis wonderful, the Idlis might not be great but then the wadas and Mysore bhajjis are not bad, the culture might be different but yet it is nice at some level i mean when you go to someones house or just the simple conversations you have. The JNawabis left but then so is their Hospitality, and well some of them are really genuine. As for lies isnt it every where nowadays and how does it really matter if the other guiys slightly dellusional, atleast he has the balls to show it while he retains his sanity.

And thats how it goes no matter where we are we survive in fact we even thrive , thats the beauty of it all isnt it.