The Idiotic Funny Character

Before start this post I need to confess something…! After writing few posts in past two months I found most of the writings are given the same flavor. Before all reader comes to a decision that I must be a fan of KARAN JOHAR’S films because all films made by KJ full of sentiments and makes people cry, eventually after a long deliberation I decided to write something about Idiotic Funny things...

In our day to day life we meet different types of people, but these special creations are universal. Due to their idiotic behavior they got a life time achievement award and usually called them either ITEM or MAMU. I have encountered such cases at various places. My main purpose to write this topic makes people laugh and no hard filling associate with it.

Meritorious: I met this MAMU one year earlier in my office. Short height, decent looking chubby face person, at first look any body could portray a good impression about him but eventually we start realize the truth. He thought he is the most intelligent and knowledgeable guy in the universe. Always he tried to show his skills, knowledge and experiences of career (although I think he eats our head...! P ). Even in case of life he experienced everything for example if you say ‘I know little bit Dance’ his reply would be ‘My Uncle Gold Medallist by Michele-Jackson’. One fine morning he suggested me to take his help if required to enhance my English skill (as my English is not so good).

Initially I was happy to learn something but finally disappointed to hear his great copyrighted conversation “You Caannot e-mmaagin last night I attended a wedding Seeremony and daa fuud was so Daaliciouaass. I laavv daa fuud vaary maachh”, in fraction of second I try to understand his BANGLISH (bangle+ English) language. After 10 or 15 days of hard dedication I hardly understand 9.5% meaning of the above ‘you can’t imagine I was attended a wedding ceremony last night and food was very tasty. I love the food very much’. Now in social responsibility according to him firstly he is a ‘Bengali’ then an ‘Indian’.

He believes in cast such as Bengali (use to call that BANGALI-JAAT) is one cast and Non-Bengali (AA-BANGALI-JAAT) is another although normal human beings believe in Hindu, Muslim, and Sikh as Cast /JAAT. Ohoo he also believes Bihar and Uttar Pradesh are two states where communication language is Hindi rather than this other states use Bangla as mother tongue even he disagree that Hindi is our national language..LOL In case of girls his view is ‘All girls are bad and they are un-trustable element, they fall in love because of money, they play with boy’s emotion and many more. Some time I tried to figure out whether this chap is from planet EARTH or some other Alien planet, what ever…! At list this object get a good position at my blog as MERITORIOUS IDIOT...

Smart: In this case people thought he or she is smarter than the smartest. There are two of my relatives belongs to in this category. One is younger than me by maximum one year and another is elder. Both are expert in all fields except study. I think they must join up the Saas-Bahu daily soap of Ekta Kapoor. In Ekta Kapoor’s serial ladies are enemies of her other family members, they always try to make life hell of other members. Here also both are very interested in others personal affair except their own. Both spent their valuable time to think how to make others life hell and sometimes succeeded in their plans. They compared her with kids. And she talked about friend’s boyfriend in front of children. And talked like very clever and smart girl “agar mai exams me fail nai hoti to baki logo ki tarah mai bhi 4-5 thousand kma skti thi”. Don’t know when this type of ITEM peace will changed…Finally get a number here known by me as Over Smart Idiot..

Innocent: Yes, this type of people has genuine reason to make us laugh. Due to lack of knowledge they show their funny sides so they are innocent in this matter. This is about a girl, very cute, sweet and fun-loving. She has High-Definition mobile but doesn’t know how to use its properties even unknown about all the services provided to her mobile. She loves music (as I do...), one day she came to me and asked for some songs for her mobile. So I started transferring songs from my mobile to her, after completion of 1-2 songs her mobile memory card overloaded.

To complete transfer all songs I suggested her ‘you delete few of your old songs... Then we got enough space to transfer remaining songs.’ She ready to do it in one leg and deleted her few old Bengali songs. After deleting all those songs I found more than enough space beyond my expectation. When she realized she gave me a big smile because now she can put few more extra... She started peeping and tried to understand and gave me a wise look..! After several minute of silence finally she asked me with curious eyes, "Bengali ggan te khub besii power hoyee naa kii..etoo space ki koree holoo. eii na kii besi jayegaaa nee" ( Do Bengali songs have more POWERFULL than other language songs..! How it took so large space?)

Initially I was perplexed about her easy conclusion of Song Theory after few second I start laughing. Later on I realized that she really don’t have enough brain to understand how this technology works. So she got the position of INNOCENT idiot..!

Eehhh… I am quite hesitant about how this post is going, because I have never wrote this kind of truth before…LOL. So I’m winding up this session here. If you like this please asks for more. I have few more ITEM similar kind of this I will post it as 2nd Part of this.

Till then…!

See you aloohaaa…

The Lone Early Days

How people remember their childhood days? Obviously when you see any kid is playing in park or walking by holding their parents’ hand. Or when you see any small kid is crazy about any unnecessary things. Some people recall it in other way..! May be, they see those kids putting their hard labour to fulfill their family responsibility at very small age.

In my case the childhood was bit closer to the last option…!

Here I’m writing about my childhood. The good and bad moments that I had faced during my childhood. That moment which bring tears in my eyes and very precious smile on my face also. Such a childhood changed me and my way of thinking the entire life. And off course such early days gave me enough potential and maturity in little age…

I still remember that day when I was obstinate about a pretty dress. I wanted that dress but mom didn’t give it. I had cried a lot and finally slept. I had never cried before for any thing as I did on that day. That was the 1st day of my childhood when I was crazy about something.

My first obstinacy, but alas..! I could not make it finally. Few days later I heard my mother was talking to someone about me. She murmured in soft voice

“If I entertain the obstinacy of Guriya(my pet name), all the other child those who are younger to her start follow her. And we can not fulfill the obstinacy of all kids. I think she is enough grown up to tolerate the situation and she should realize the truth, she is the eldest daughter and should know all her responsibilities as early as possible. She should sacrifice all the liberation whether she like or don’t.”

Initially I tried to understand the meaning and the gravity of the situation but as that moment I was too young to understand the meaning of all the words. But gradually I started to realize the meaning of that conversation. My Jaws got stiffer trying to adopt all the responsibility in little age. Couple of days later I stopped complaining for anything and I first try to avoid which I love the most (even till date…) the IDIOT BOX. Most of the time I watched cinema, listening to music etc... Gradually implies the same to other stuff like delicious food, playing stuff like toy or any good dress.

Gradually I grew up, at the age of eight I found work load on my little shoulder. Usually my daily time table was as follows

“At morning first I helped my mom at kitchen then went to tuition. After coming back, I had to prepare myself and my younger sister for school. After returning back from school again helped my mom at kitchen then if I had enough time,i was asked to take care of my little sister. Finally at night I had to finish my pending home work and went to bed.”

Every day I saw kids of my age playing around outside my home. I tried to join them several times but I failed. When I was in 5th standard I expertise in most of the kitchen job. Those hard works made me mature at very little age in all aspects.

The only thing which I ever got in childhood that was study related stuffs. I was very fond of reading story books and current affairs. Since one year old, I was much closed with my ‘BABA’ (my grandfather) and yes I’m the most beloved granddaughter of him till today. Since the age of one I followed him every where 24X7 basis. If any one tried to hurt me he used his full potential and start commotion. At the age of 6-7 Baba realized my interest in reading books, he handed over me various magazines and GK books. Due to take care of my younger sister I stopped playing outside and to avoid loneliness start reading and listing songs.

In-spite-of various boundaries and restriction whenever I got chance I stole money from my grandmother or stole fruit from neighbor’s tree and then mother caught me red handed and thrashed me. There are so many incidents which I could not write here but still that time and those days are very precious to me. I know that childhood memories are very-very special for every people, the perfect alloy of bitter and sweet experiences.

Perhaps till today I love the LONELINESS and my best friends are book, song and cinema. Well I realize my early days this manner and say to myself that " Jo bhi hota hai ache ke liye hota hai" !!!!!!!

See you soon Alohaa...

A Drop Of Tear And The Sea Of Emotion

Why it happen to our LIFE??

I was just wondering the reasons of various circumstances when we have met with the strangers, and most of the times their first expression leave a stretch marks on our forehead..!

Gradually after spending some time they become good friends or neighbor. After few days we started sharing our good and bad experience of life, celebrating various moment, joy & sorrow, start pulling legs to each other and so on, finally consider them as a good BUDDY..

This story is all about that unnamed relation…

The same natural phenomenon happens with me and my cute neighborhood…! 3-4 months earlier a South Indian family shifted to the ground floor of my PG (Paying Guest, here I use to stay for a long while..!). If we do real count total number of the family members 2-and HALF, husband wife and there Teeny kid name HASINI.. The small straight hair, round face, pillowing soft, very cute smile and too loud voice like a Cracker, thats the unique signature of her. She use to wear PAYAL (an Anklet usually made by silver) sometimes. When she walks her small footsteps create a soothing sound. When unnecessarily she starts laughing, I feel that we all (except her) a bunch of idiot sitting in-front-of her and she has enough reason to laugh!!

The one line definition of HASINI is a small package of Joy and excitement tightly rapped by giggling smile. She makes our life little adventurous and all time happy. But there is one person who was extremely close to her. Her name is “Lolita”. She is real hard working always taken care of us. I call her in short name “Lily”. She is very loving and caring by nature. Hasini is just crazy about her. Sometimes she forgot her real mom. She played with her, had food with her and even slept in her lap. Wo av bas bolna sikh rhi thi. Lily starts with small words like dad(father), mom(mother), didi(sister) etc and try to talk every time. But Hasini always show her don’t care attitude. She ignored all the time what Lily try to teach and make funny sound Buuuu..uuu flapping her lips.

One day we found some unknown voice coming outside from the door called ‘Lolita’. After peeping through the eye hole of the door she found no one outside but again the same voice start shouting. When she opened the door she found the ‘1ft and few-Inches’ girl Hasini standing outside with a cute dress and big smile. A fraction of second Lolita can not believe her ears that HASINI start talking and her 1st word is LOLITA. Gradually Hasini start speaking in a rapid speed. Her mother was also very cool and good by nature, she gave enough privilege to us to play with her baby and considered us as their good friends, most of the time she left HASINI with us without any hesitation.

We were three people from three different places Bihar, West Bengal and Hyderabad. We used to share our culture, languages and traditions very often. I am very curious to know about places, languages and the culture of Hyderabadi people.

One day we heard that Hasini is going to Hyderabad with her family and she will never come back to Kolkata. Her father was promoted to a better job in his own city. It’s very bad feeling for everyone. For me it’s normal incident because I think I am quite grown up and experienced the same early phase of life. But for Lily, it’s kind of heart breaking and shocking moment ever faced in her life. One more reason she was very close with Hasini and her mother.

Finally the day came when Hasini had to go to Hyderabad. That day was different than another day. Lily can’t stop her tears. Her tears were success to cried bhabi (hasini’s mother) also. That moment can be very normal for another people but not for me. Hasini gave us an unforgettable time. Lily never forget her. As Lily separated from outside world her all compression starts with Hasini, most of the imagination surrounded by Hasini. From the day of leaving to till today she finds the same emptiness in her heart for Hasini.

This is only one story of our life. In such a way so many relations creates and breaks very short span of time and few days later its became a thin line to our memory and finally obsoletes. Whenever the same incident repeated I memorized my old good and bad memories. And always ask me ‘Why it happens to our life?‘

See you soon ALOHAAA!!!!

IT'S ME

Hello folks, this is Sharda, before introducing myself let me focus some light on my first published blog. As I told this is my first written blog please forgive me if anything posted wrong and sorry for the inconvenience in advance..

All people do have some story..!! Story of their life related to their side circumstances as they spend every moment with their family and friends. People have there own way of thinking and have different opinion. This blog is about our LIFE, the SOCIETY where we use to live, the THOUGHT that float through our mind and the story of SUCCESS and FAILURE. I am expecting visitor and friends drop their opinion and suggestion. I’m not here to prove anything to anyone. This is my personal blog and I will share my feeling that I face day to day in my life.

About me..! I was born and brought up at ‘Bind’, a small village in Bihar. Near by historical place “Nalanda”, very famous for the Nalanda University one of the oldest university in India.. I’m part of big joint family and elder one in my generation.

I am keen on writing English, but my past background and profession does not support me much, I am a software consultant, so here I start writing to fulfill hobby passively..

Like most of the people I like to live life happily in my way, but all story never ends happily..The flow of life beyond all obstacles and oracle

About my family I am the eldest daughter of the family (the most responsible designation..he he he..! ) and love all family member and friends.. but most of the time my caring nature was misunderstood although I never give up, I should not…!

I am very thankful to all my friends and those strangers who are helping and supporting me, may God bless them and wish them luck from bottom of my heart……

Well hope it’s enough to introduce myself and my blog. I will be back soon....ALOHAAA