Phoren Return

I love my city. Nagpur, am talking about. Not Pune. With Pune I am just a bit possessive because this happens to be my Karma Bhoomi.

Nagpur is like that water tank where I can jump into and be very very sure that I would reach the bottom after 13 steps and I won't drown, despite not knowing swimming.

This is a bad bad example to begin with, but I can't help but sound mad.
There's this friend of mine who returns from The Great Britain and says "Nagpur is really hot, My Gawd!! ".

I felt like giving him nice raptas and taking him to Saoji, immersing his head into the spiciest curry ever, then taking him to the Telankhadi lake, give him a taste of the cool breeze, but leave the curry on his face to dry with the chilli burning on his face, making him realise what he missed for 1 long year, then take him to the samosawala, show him the samosa, make him smell it and not feed him, take him to the civil lines, and show this masterpiece to every single nagpurian walking on the streets, then shout out loud...
"Isko Nagpur ki Garmi 1 saal me buri lagne lagi"..

And then after that, am sure there'd be people who would beg, borrow, steal this friend of mine and give him all that he hadn't seen, smelt or tasted in last 1 year in his Great Britain.

Dare he talk about the summers of Nagpur.. !!!
It's not that we love it so much that we'd spend afternoons under the sun. But if you have tasted your own sweat in the scorching heat of Nagpur, you wouldn't make a statement like that..

Yes, this post is almost a warning for all the Phoren settled (temporarily) Nagpurians..
Come back home..but do not complain. Else stay put where ever you are!!


Osama WAS Hilarious

Finally "was" succeeds the name Osama and I get a strange feeling about it. The feeling is entirely poisitive. That of peace and happiness.

Now Osama was really hilarious. If we think Woody Allen or Russell Peters or Sunil Pal, or Raju Shrivastava, are funny, Osama surpassed these gentlemen too.

How if you may ask. It was reported that Late.Mr.Osama Bin Laden has asked his children "NOT TO JOIN THE TERRORIST CAMPS".
Why not? if we may wonder. Either he was way too protective of his children, or he wanted them to do something else, have a career in social service, become a doctor, or an engineer, like every father wants his children to become.

He was one funny asshole. This joker also asked his wives not to remarry. He had 4 and the poor ladies had to live with just one, and that one is dead too, and they won't have any more.

He, sure, was something.

But whatever, I am glad he died. :D

In twos and threes

This poor blog was stranded since so long.  I wanted to make sure that this never happened, so I made multiple authors for this blog. Not one but two. But they failed to keep it up as well.

Now  I seriously forgot the purpose of creating this blog in first place. It was a fad then to have a blog. But like we always do.. or do not do... do not settle with one. We want one more, everytime.. I settled with two more.

I had three blogs rolling at a time. But sadly just one survived. This one got avoided big time.
You know what's the math like? It's like you want to go for a wedding reception, and you alone are commonly invited along with the entire office team. But you end up with your entire family. Why? Because you would save the efforts of cooking, would subtract one outing, because you'd already been on one (this reception), and your kids would be really ecstatic to relish the pani puri at the chaat stall and have ice cream totally free of cost, unlimitedly.

Also, we see at times, there's a sale. Do we go alone? Yeah, how we wish. But we take a whole lot of friends along. Not to keep company, for sure, or ya, at times for company too, but to buy stuff in common and help each other in bargaining.

Do we ever pick up a detergent which has no offer, like 20% extra, or a soap free with 250g of Tide. We always look for deals. We do not settle with one. For us things should come in twos and threes.

I got talking to one my friend, a mother of a 3 year old, about how her married life was going on and she complained about the pressure that her elders were putting for conceiving another kid.

"A child should have someone to play with." It's always in twos... Children, detergents, outings, blogs...  you name it and there is a math for it.

But since we always think about more, we got to give more too. Like more effort in maintaining 2 blogs (I say this to myself), more effort in bringing up 2 kids, more effort in using up all the free stuff that came along with the detergent.

So it's all about efforts.

I think, I somehow managed to get back to this blog, before it completed a year in isolation.
Dear Blog, since you were in twos, you will always be so... I'll take care..

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