It all began whilst flipping through the various TV channels on a rainy Sunday afternoon. I dropped anchor at a news channel I hadn’t seen in years...The national news showing a certain woman speaking in an inset and another one speaking with her hands. I smiled, giggled, laughed, cracked every idiotic morose joke I could think of, and finally set off from the news for the deaf n mute.
 
The next morning I woke up with a fever n tried every trick in the book to convince myself that I should report sick for office, but I thought the impact would be more if I showed up, and my boss would grant me leave for another day or two.
“Morning mam...” I spoke with a certain ruffled voice I couldn’t identify as mine.
“Morning. Whats wrong? Looking smart today... Date pe ja raha hain kya?”
“Thanks. No date mam. The weather’s really bad anyways.” I replied with a more roughened voice and a cough for special effects.
“Oh... you seem unwell.”
“I think its viral fever. Not been feeling well since yesterday.” This time the voice was effortlessly rough. A Marlon Brando sort of...
“You should’ve stayed home and taken rest.”
“Sunday, Monday, Tuesday...” I was trying to remember lines from The Godfather.
“Take some medications, warm water gargles, soup or hot milk with haldi and don’t forget steam inhalation. You’ll be fine in a day or two”

Fine.I got down to business as usual. Monday mornings are really hectic and require a lot of unnecessary talking. A few minutes later, I got an SMS saying that India had won their first gold at the Olympics. Elated,I ran towards my boss’s cabin. She was addressing a few people. I barged in. She looked bewildered. I held my hands up high in the air n said...
“Ah... grrrr ... eee.”  
What came out was just the air and something incomprehensible. Everybody watched on. Mam was slowly turning a faint red. I tried again after taking in a deep breath.
“Arr..brr..grr..eee.”
 A few giggled. I looked here n there n everywhere for help. The joy of winning gold was uncontainable and I just couldn’t let it out. Some people had already begun to guess what i was trying to say and i managed to shoot out my voice one last time ...
“G...Gold.”

That was the end of it. My voice was ‘gone with the gold’. I was ‘forced’ to take leave and the force was more from within. I came home early and tried to explain everything to mom. Unfortunately, she’s never played dumb-charades. Somehow I got her convinced that I wasn’t fooling around this time and she said...
““Take some medications, warm water gargles, hot milk with haldi and don’t forget steam inhalation. You’ll be fine in a day or two.”

I was put to rest. I spent half the time sleeping. Never imagined the pills could make one so drowsy.I couldn’t even remember what I dreamt of. When I woke up my brother was right by my side holding a gift-wrapped box.
“This is for you.”
I was overwhelmed with joy. Finally my brother was showing some signs of maturity n sense. What’s-in-the-box? I signalled with my hands. He smiled. I unwrapped it n his smile grew wider. I opened it and he chuckled...Bangles... he was down on the floor bursting with laughter. I couldn’t understand a thing. He explained with tears in his eyes...
“You’ve seen that movie Karma. Nutan’s mute but uses bangles to communicate.”

I’d hardly overcome the bangle incident when my best friend called up and I was in two minds to answer the call. Eventually I did, n he kept blabbering non-stop and realised I wasn’t speaking. Then he hurled abuses at me, called me a duffer-idiot-moron and hung up. I wished I hadn’t thrown the bangles. I sent him an SMS instantly and the moron called up again spoke. This time only to tell me that he was sending an SMS !

The next day my band members turned up,gifted me a slate and got jamming just to spruce me up a bit. I wanted to sing, hum a few tunes, add a bit to the chaos and at that time I really yearned to listen to my own voice. I got hold of some old recordings and was overjoyed. I could talk, I could sing! Nevermind if neighbours n my parents complained and closed their doors,windows and ears... sometimes even my band members had to!
 
A day later my aunt visited. I thanked God I couldn’t speak and hoped i’d turn deaf too.It was easy to avoid the ‘important questions’ about marriage,life before marriage, life after marriage,life without marriage.Infact she did have one more thing to say...  Warm water gargles, Hot milk with haldi and steam.James Watt where the hell’s ur engine? But by the time she could figure out that I was just mute,not deaf, I’d managed to sleep again.

Another day later,I saw a Doctor. He asked me to open my mouth,he pulled out my tongue and then I recited almost the whole alphabet tongue-tied ! I used to play that game in the second grade.And after all that torture imagine paying the fellow for doing what he did. No, I didn’t pay. (Ok.Pay Your doctors well.He was just a friend of mine.) So he asks me to get some tests done puts me on some pills and says I’m not allowed to speak for a few days. I can’t speak anyways!  

So I land up in another hospital where a beautiful lady sticks a needle into me and runs some tests. She also leads me to an enclosed room and ...puts me through a scanner.(Beautiful young docs don’t fall for mutes,u perverts.) After a horrible time following instructions from a machine,( I thought i was being transported to another world and would surely meet aliens once i opened the door) I emerge unscathed, albeit the pain in the hand through which they pushed the dye in.The cute doc gives me a sweet smile and i cant even thank her,let alone ask for a date.
So the verdict is out then... its a vocal cord paralysis.And its not as serious as it sounds!! Infact there’s no sound at all. I’ll hopefully be troubling my neighbours in a months time. Until then, i’m dating the slate n i’ll keep posting...

I
just cant write now-a-days.Its tough to put the thoughts on paper.I was reading
a book but couldnt read more than five pages again and again.I tried to write a
book instead.I did better.I wrote ten pages.Then i gave up.Life seems to move
in 10 second ads.The movie has just begun...
   “ What do people do when they dont know what to do?” I stare
out of the window on a hot summer evening and think to myself.I try to bide the
time,wait for the cool breeze to come in and conjure fresh ideation out of the
over-heated brain.I"m sweating.Do people know that they dont know what to do?

    I wake up from deep sleep.I shut my eyes hard.I want to
dream again.I"d rather do that than wake up to realize that the things in life
i really wanted to happen, never ever happened.Maybe, i"m just another
run-off-the-mill story and all the while i thought i was different.Does
everybody feel this way at some point of time, or maybe, i am different.I open
my eyes.
     I walk through the grocery market in a
bid to lighten the thoughts. I see hordes of people.I"m a part of the
crowd.Everybody exists...So do I. When can I stop existing and start living?
The questions keep coming."Fancy something fresh sir?" An old lady
holds out spring onions. "Bargain price, rupees 10.” The inflation"s
rising and so is the mercury.It isnt worthwhile shopping in broad daylight.
Maybe it isn’t worthwhile existing.
    Earlier,I felt hurt when I saw someone in
pain.This was quite a while ago though.I’ve become numb.How can you not feel
pain? How can you chose to live a life as if in a crammed up train with no air
to breathe,no space to move and then you cant do much about it but stand as you
are... cramped... broken... hurt. Yet, I feel numb.
   My thoughts keep running amok.The questions
don’t let me sleep.Everytime I’m pushed to my limits, the mind asks for some
more.Who made limits anyway? This whole thing might sound useless,nonsense.But
I sense I’ve changed.Not necessarily evolved. Or else what you are reading
might have been different.

  Each rising sun,each passing day, as I ask myself questions I"ve never
had the guts to ask myself before,I discover something more about me… something
I’ve never known before… something I’ve never realized... I"m a puzzle half
solved, and the clues keep changing.

I spend a whole,terribly hot day working (that too without the luxury of an A-C) and board a train back home.(Not even the luxury of a car). I switch the music on (Cellphones are no longer a luxury) and submerge into the Alter Bridge’s ,Duncan Sheik’s n Pink Floyd’s to dissociate myself from the pain n stink of the evenings ride.I fortunately reach home in one-piece n head straight for a shower.I’m thinking about the things I said to people today, things I should’ve done, things I shouldn’t have ,n in a split of a second something happens… The next thing I know,I’m holding my knee in acute pain,trying to hop on the other leg and at the same time,trying not to fall again! I hover around a bit n stabilise my position.I have a good look at my knee n try not to self-diagnose too much.Then I smile…

I try so hard not to think about work that I end up calling and giving instructions to a few people.The days heating up n the pain of sitting alone at home is getting to me.Its like you want to do so many things at one go n you just don’t know where to start!! I finally end up starting at a place where I desperately don’t want to be… A Hospital close-by for a check-up.

  "Hello...""Hi buddy.Wassup?"
"First congratulate me..."
"What for? Gotta a pay hike?"
"I got engaged man..."
         ...i got engaged man... i got engaged man...( Its an echo for dramatic effect)
I couldnt believe my ears.The words kept ringing like a pathetic free ringtone one downloads when half drunk."Whats the big deal?" i kept questioning myself.But it was a big deal.Slowly but surely,everyone but me, was getting engaged.The cellphone i just purchased was turning out to be a curse.There were calls i recieved everyday... somebody was getting married... somebody was getting engaged... somebody was going for "Go-see-the-girl ritual". I had this sinking feeling as if i was the only one left of the extinct group of unmarried/unengaged/idle species... n something had to be done soon.
"Hello..."
"Hi... please dont tell me ur getting married/engaged."
"Hey, dont tell me... ur in the same boat as me!"
       ... ur in the same boat as me... ur in the same boat as me... (some more dramatic effect!)
    So now there were the two of us a few moments later,and a computer.
"Do it.Just do it."
"No,this is insane buddy.I never thought it"d come down to this."
"A few years down the line,you may not even have a chance to say this.Look,I dont wanna be the last man standing buddy.You know,even that filthy li"l p***k got engaged last week."
"You went to his engagement?"
"No,just the bachelors... free booze man.Whats more frustrating in life... drinking at his party...We"ve pulled it too far.Come on buddy,just do it,register..."
                  ... register... register... register... (Pinnacle of an effect)
"Ok... here goes the registration...name,age,blah blah blah...
... Whats gothra?"
"Its in gujrat,that riot area."
"Whats that gotta do with registering for a matrimony,you moron."
"If you got an answer to that one tell me,u smartass..."
"Nah,we"ll skip that one.Whats manglik?"
"Its aaa... mmm... hey,you know Ash n Abhishek had something to do with this.i"d seen it on news.You gatta marry a tree first n all that stuff..."
"So what do i put in?You cant hunt for a tree in this. We"re like alice in wonderland.Such a waste of time buddy..."
"You"ve wasted enough time.This is the productive time..."
"Re-productive time...ha ha.Okies,we"ll skip that one too."
           After skipping n hopping n jumping most of the lines,we reached the business end of it.
"Set-partner-preference."
"Boy,this is cool... Note this - girl,36-24-36,beautiful,intelligent,can cook,can listen n cannot talk..."
"I think,that should be put in world search... n still you wont find anyone!!"
"Aha ha.So what do you put in buddy?"
         ... what do you put in buddy... what do you put in buddy... what do you put in buddy... (a thousand people shouting from every nook n corner)
           Someone who knows how to swim... the boat"s sinking.

It was certainly a very late night. 1:30 and i was still working in the wards coz i didnt wanna get fired at the rounds next morning. I went through my pocket diary and ticked most of the scribbled one liners.My mind began to calculate the amount of sleep i'd be getting that night. 'If i work for another half an hour,i wouldnt have to skip breakfast n still have a good four and a half hours nap...' i mumbled.The clock struck two and i began to descend down the stairs towards my room.I could hear some people yelling, some quick steps here and there,screeching sound of the strechers... was a daily routine but i was curious.I didnt wanna sleep and be awaken  10 mins later.So i continued down the stairs.I was facing the entrance, and towards my right was the casualty.The whole path was a bloody mess...
There were five of us trying to save a 20-odd year old.He'd had a train accident and we were pretty sure,he'd lost a lot of blood.Somebody had traced his parents in the meanwhile. Two of us were  working on the bleeders,the others pushing fluid and doing the ambu.We were all drenched in blood.The guy obviously was from a good family. Atleast his clothing suggested that.I couldnt tell how much time had gone by,when i heard voices at the casualty door.It was  D-day.Somebody had to approach his parents at the door and break the news.He was not going to survive...
It was almost four when, we were filling in the notes.His father seemed to have the biggest heart of all the six people accompanying him.The boy was his only son,yet i could see him consoling others.He walked up to us a few minutes later n with tears in his eyes,said something, which has never left my mind...
"Take whatever you want... eyes,kidneys,liver... anything that'd make a difference to someone else's life.I've anyways lost my boy."

My dear friends,if that man could think of such a noble cause at such an hour of tragedy, i can only hope that everyone of us does make an effort to make a difference in someone else's life.

This post is dedicated to millions of folks spread over the world who

are blessed with the highest sensibility, yet can't experience the glory of nature's beauty.

Wow...I"m Colourful.Thanks AJ for renovating.(Always praise this guy atleast once in ur blog.You never know u might land up on the front page or as a special feature)[The above remark is not personal.AJ has added sparkle to the iland n obviously improved it a lot.I apologise if its hurt him.I'd rather do that than edit the blog itself! Sorry AJ]
I know, friends have been expecting me to post something for a long time n yes,i"ve got a helluva story to tell you guys...
My life was in turmoil for the past few weeks.I"ve been extremely  lucky to be alive and it feels wonderful to sit here and narrate my experience to you all,because i know,some of you guys must"ve been through the same things and yet might not have mentioned it,keeping the agony to yourselves.
   I can exactly recollect when it started.I was enchanted...maybe it was a curse...I lost touch with myself and the world...That place Hogwarts and that potter boy...I almost turned into a wizard!!
   My brother is a die hard Potter fan.N my sis has got a sweet tooth for fairy tales.I"ve always distanced myself two shelves away from such enchantments,n prefferred what the men read(Nah not those ones you perverts!)The thrillers n big time fiction.One fine day, i was called a muggle coz neither had i read a potter book,nor did i buy one for my bro.This enraged me,because i"d obviously watched the first harry potter film in hindi with my friends who"d explained me the english version later.So on the eve (oh,t"was a morning i think) of the release of the last book,i made a dive for the first one!
                      The rest they say is history.I"ve been calling people names since.N my brother"s pretty frustrated.Everytime i see him i shout "Riddikulus".My sis"s has stopped calling me coz i yell "Cant you send me an owl" n switch the cell off.My big fat poor collegue,who"s been a muggle in the true sense(not even heard of potter) doesnt even know i"m pulling his leg.I always tell him "You look so much like one of my friends...Hagrid". My mother almost hit me with the Belan...i"ve been using that as my wand and tapping it on people"s foreheads.N pa would kill us if he came to know that we"ve been addressing him as "he-who-must-not-be-named".Guys,i tell you the worlds gone topsy-turvy for me.I"ve started looking suspiciously at cats.The other day,i asked mom to get a nimbus2000 or a firebolt Jhaadu(broom) from the market.I was laughing like hell when she returned empty handed after an hour and a half.N my sis,me sent her n owl, n she laughs everytime she see"s a jhaadu now.Thats what these wizards do to you.
I"ve not had any spare time.(As if i had some anyways).I havent been meeting anyone...cousins ,friends.Even football"s taken a back-stage.Havent seen a movie in ages.I"ve been disoriented in time,place and person.Friends have started asking if i"m seeing someone.The truth is,all i can see is magic.So those of you who havent taken this journey,please start at the earliest coz the curse is great. Thank you J.K.Rowling.N see you all at Hogwarts again...

I woke up with the sound of lightening.It was pitch dark outside n I could hear the rain too, ferocious as ever.I had a look at the watch on the opposite wall through the dim lights… 4:30.The sky rumbled again.6:00. Another rumbling at 7:00.Only this time it was mom.I woke up,rubbed my eyes n looked outside.It was a heavy downpour.I waited for mom to leave the room,changed sides on the bed, n dozed off again.After another few minutes,I was hiding beneath the pillow.Finally,the alarm clock,the cellphone,my mom and lightening,combined forces to wake up the sleeping giant.

       A few minutes later,I was on the streets.The water was already shoe-high n I almost walked back home.But then,something struck me...the trauma of last years downpour…the famous 26^th of july…everybody was stranded and had a story to tell,n the almighty kept me stranded at home with nothing to narrate!! “Today’s my day”, I smiled.

    The first leg of my journey consisted of reaching the station.There was no auto to be seen anywhere in the vicinity.I happened to meet one of my “soccer friend” on the way.She was with her grandpa.(She used to play football with us but she’s grown up now and hence retired).A brief hello,and I moved ahead.A few paces down,I boarded a rick but stopped him as soon as he turned the accelerator.I asked him to wait, sprinted back to ask grandpa if I could offer him a lift.But that ******* autowallah(fill in the blank with appropriate foul language within ur vocabulary limits) sped off,leaving me n grandpa behind!! Finally I had to part with grandpa to find another rick after a 10min walk,which left me drenched from head to toe.

   Upon reaching the station I realized I was the only one with a big smile.Pop came out the cellphone… “Kya yaar,where’s you? Still sleeping…Ha ha ha.I’m toh stranded yaar,at the station.Bahut paani hain…train bhi bund hain.I’m drenched from head to toe.No no,I have to go.Huh,they’re showing it in the news…Achcha.Theek hain,lets hope I reach.Ok.Bye.” It felt good.Real good.Then I began to call people from different locations on the platform.Called up at home from the newspaper stall,another friend from the chaiwallah,n my boss right from underneath the announcement speaker.(She should know I’m at the station n not home).Now I was relaxed,feeling absolutely at home admist thousands of fellow commuters and rising water levels.

   After a little bit of strolling here n there,looking concerned,changing platforms,ogling at chics with assets  disproportionate to their known sources of incomes, and sms’ing a few more friends,I decided to head back.As I stepped out,I heard a loud horn…a war cry...that of an elephant raring to attack its enemy... A chill went down my spine.The trains began moving…

…I was caught in a dilemma.Should I board the train,manage to make it to the office and prove myself to be braver than I really am and rise in the eyes of my compatriots n seniors,or end the adventure then and there.I boarded it.The train began moving at a snails pace .Then it stopped.Finally, i was  feeling completely stranded!!! The train moved again,this time a bit faster,but not more than an earthworms pace.A few starts and stops later,it gave out another warcry...that of an wounded elephant.Then it halted. What followed is anybody’s guess.I reached office an hour before it  closes.My boss fired me for being crazy.Collegues at home cursed me.Mom rumbled again…I’ve just got back home with an empty stomach,full bladder and extreme headache and cold.N thank God,it’s a Sunday tomorrow.

[The author is an inactive member of the disaster management committee. Infact,is a disaster in himself.Please do not try this outside home.Travel safe…at ur own peril !!!]

The last few days were quite busy. It was raining weddings in the scorching heat and I had to attend all weddings possible; the first being the most insignificant, and the last, the most important.

  I have been awarded a certificate of appreciation by my mom for not being able to pack my bags in time.(har baar gaali khana padta hain).This time,t’was my sisters turn.Despite her timely reminders,I was surrounded by heaps of clothes,when she arrived home to collect me.I managed to cram in as much as I could in two bags.She gave me a long lecture in a short time, undid the mess and packed it in one bag! (Space management is one thing we men ought to learn from women)

After a tiresome travel,we finally reached our destination…45 degrees! It was the last place on earth I’d wanna be in summer.The first wedding was a morning affair and frankly a waste of time…neither quality,nor quantity(some of my friends use the phrase to describe the evening scenario around shivaji park.N yes,its not about food please!).The second wedding, being one within the family, I played host.Naah, a lazy man like me can’t really do that.Infact, I offered to cook a few dishes but found no takers. There was nothing else I could do, so they put me up at the gate. And that’s a pretty bad position when you don’t know more than half the guests. But then you can use the corner of your eyes to spot the ‘good things’ around. And then you get transferred to ‘handling the kids’ department.At the end of the day one is too tired to think whether there was any quality.Nevermind the quantity!!

 The third weddings a cool affair.The temperatures dropped by half a degree,and I play the grooms (my cousins)driver-cum-best man-cum-wardrobe handler –cum– phone attendant –cum what may,don’t try this at home… Coz you gotta do all this along with the hour long dancing in the scorching heat.(wanna thank my uncle,who’s very particular about the mahurat time, coz I’d have certainly died of dehydration had the procession been extended any further).So,lots of ooh’s n aah’s for the best man there,but still no luck.All the ‘best women’ were on a vacation to notting hill.Either God’s corrupted coz there’s no quality/quantity control,or we’re still not doing enough for the girl child.

 Finally,I reached my best friends wedding.Most of my other best friends had already arrived and the bar was open.We sang,we danced,we remembered the unforgettable moments and we got drunk… a night of a lifetime.Since the wedding was scheduled for the next evening,the afternoon was spent in trying to recover from the hangover.By evening everyone was fit n fine,looking modest n handsome.But then,we had to dance,n dance we did… for a full two n a half hours! It was absolute mayhem.No inhibitions.I’ve never ever done that in my life.And at the end of it, we couldn’t believe it ourselves.N then nobody cared how one looked or smelt or whether the shoe had torn or the watch fell off… we just wanted water,chilled water.N then everything seemed so beautiful… the stage… the bride…the bride’s friends…the groom…the wedding…its gonna occupy my half a GB memory for a long time.  

If u;re wondering where the funeral was,t’was when we friends returned from the wedding.Everyone was sitting as though it was the last day on earth.Blank faces, eyes staring at the ceiling, pin drop silence,a feeling of desolation…  we had lost our friend to a girl !!!

I had a day off.But so did pa's driver.I volunteered to drive him all the way to his townside office.Now,mind you,it's as far as an hours drive on a lucky day,an hour and a half's on a normal day,and a two day long one on the 26th of july.N I'm not one of those who'd wake up early when there's nothin to do.But then,I had my own selfish reason to drive him that far.I had to go shopping with my cousins.
        I was quite excited.I was driving into the city after a long gap.I carried my fav CD's,hopped in my tank(qualis) n off we went.It was all goody goody until the first 'rasta roko'.Half the road was dug.The other half was covered with the dugged material."Ah,we've gotta use the diversion" I murmured.I got no response from behind.Pa was in conversation with the newspaper.Seems to be his daily routine.
     I weaved through the traffic.I'm too comfortable driving the tank.Infact the small cars are scared of getting hurt,so its an advantage.But then some small cars are exceptional.They not only test ur driving skill but also ur patience.I was trying really hard to forgive the indigo ahead.Just then I got a glimpse of the driver.And in a flash it sped away.I thought i saw a woman.I tried to keep up in vain.Then another glimpse of a burning cigarette." Nah,cant be.I'm day dreaming." I murmured again.Then,a flash of driving excellence cutting through lanes to overtake a truck.I was dead-sure this wasnt a female!!
       ...then  finally a flash of the beauty.Hush... I gotta catch up man..So i put my driving skills in top gear.I was bang next to her in no time.N then when i was about to lose her, it turned red.The traffic signal.For the first time ever,i felt happy coz it turned red! N that gave me a good 90 seconds to have more than a glimpse of her.I wondered why Madhur Bhandarkar didnt turn'Traffic Signal' into a love story.And yeah,she did give a stare back after all my antics... if you can call one fifth of a second a stare.She must've thought,i was the driver.Hell,i was the driver !
      The honking got me back to my senses.Green.Ok... i'm moving.She sped fast.So did my tank.Finally it took another woman to seperate us.The one in the uniform.Women seem to be occupying too much of road space... or was it that i couldnt see anything else.
"Eh,side la ghe."  Was I supposed to call her mami??
"License daakhav." I pulled the window on pa's side down.
 License.
     "What happened?"
     "Dunno.Maybe she wanted to give me an award for driving too well."
     "We're closeby.Mind the lanes or there'd be another award waiting."
     "Yes pa."
I reached my cousins place after dropping pa and we did go shopping... in a cab.After that dreadful drive,i couldnt take it anymore.I began to wonder what people would be undergoing everyday... driving back n forth from their homes,into the town...especially the men !!!
   The evening drive back home was more comfortable than expected.There wasnt much traffic downtown fortunately.N then all of a sudden,an Indigo swirls by me.
"Nah,no way.I cant be twice lucky." I murmured , n the chase began.

"You're alright?" I kept asking him.
"I tweaked something in my left knee.Ahh... i cant move it.It hurts..."
I let him lie down on the field and examined the knee.My brother was wincing in agony.Everybody gathered around him... even the 12 yr old kid who'd tripped him unintentionally.
"We'll have to carry him off.He's not gonna walk for sure." I said,gesturing the sturdy guys to help out.Everyone was more than willing to help carry off  'The striker'.As we carried him through,he had one last look at the field.
   The next day we had a scan and the reports.He was going to be out of action for a long time.The only solace was,that he wouldnt have to undergo a surgery.But then six weeks was gonna be a long long time for him to be in a brace & under house arrest.
In the meanwhile,my team was missing my defending services too.I wasnt allowed to play coz my parents were scared i'd get injured too.So both me n my bro sat in the window every evening and saw the boys sweat it out on the field.
    Eventually,we discovered a remote,a television and mandira bedi.But she couldnt last for long !! I was shattered to see our team coming back without eating too much of barbecued chicken.
   Days went by and I stopped being at peace with myself.Playing a sport or doing something you really like,takes a lot of stress off you.Its a wonderful feeling.The earth seems angelic,everything so happy and calm,and your heart literally smiles.That feeling was gone.I just didnt feel like doing anything.Ofcourse my brother was out of action due to forces of nature and somewhat of the 12 year old kid,but i was out for no reason.And he atleast knows how to play the guitar and Fifa 07. I became withdrawn and lazy.I just hated to see my hung boots everyday at home.
The energy was gone... the big smile disappeared... there was no zing,no thrill in life!
Then one fine day i heard the soccer ball being kicked around again.The screams,the yells...
I couldnt resist it.I made the right choice.I went down and caught hold of the 12 year old kid.I told him i was gonna sue him for what he did to me and my brother!!
Everyone started laughing,but he was really scared of me. I was too... until i ran again.

P.S: Wanna thank my friends on the iland,for persisting with the comments even though i wasnt here.N my sweet li'l cousin who prompted me to write again.I feel this post does sound like one of my earlier ones.Maybe i've come a full circle.