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The days I am about to mention, have to be the most carefree and enjoyable days of my life. No hassles whatsoever. No worries in life. Nothing! Just plain adolescent fun and growing up.
All we needed was: 5 close friends, 3 bikes, 50 bukz each, 'Dhana Paani' and voila eternal bliss.
I dont remember who among us decided to head to 'Dhana Paani' first, but whosoever it was, thanks buddy. Dhana Paani is a small strech of beach near to my home. The place does not have any lighting whatsoever. The breeze is a killer and the atmosphere at the place, fantabulous.
The fab 5, Gaurang 'Telia', Rajiv 'Kama', Vijay 'Pandu', Nikhil 'Bhangar' and Me 'Dosa'. The 3 bikes, Gaurang and his so-called 'Worlds Best Bike', Hero Honda Passion. Vijay and his ever-reliable Splendor and Nikhil with his super economy Boxer.
And 50 bukz, was for the Khajurao or Zingaro beer that he bought on the way to the beach. Of course the beer cost us 40, but 10 bukz was for the so-damn-delicious burjee pav that we relished at the breezy beach and the 'chakhna' to go along with the beer.
Nikhil was teetotaler and used to drink Pepsi. Gaurang would crack endless jokes on him but he did not change. We would leave somewhere around 7 PM and get back at 9 or 10 PM. One beer gave us quite a good kick then. More than the kick it was the freedom that we relished. Sitting on those rocks at 'Dhana Paani', the waves hitting the shore, the cool breeze blowing into us, the darkness that engulfed the entire place. It was simply awesome. We would discuss everything and anything. Girlfriends, college, career, fights, friends and more.
The toughest part would be to reach home and quietly go to sleep. My Mom was an expert at knowing when I had beer with my friends. :) Of course, soon she realized that when I slept directly after coming home, meant I had a drink outside. :)
The 5 of us have had so many funny incidents. One of the most funniest was when Rajiv got his own bike. A second hand RX 100, I think. One evening, heading back from one boozing trip, he notices a stray dog ahead of him. Next thing is unbelievable. The dog tried to go left, our Rajiv also went left and ran over that poor dog. Luckily, Kama weighed only 45 Kgs and his bike was a real goner(without most parts). So the dog let out a scream and ran away. But the laughter that the rest of us had was simple unstoppable. For the entire journey, till I reached home, I was laughing. How good a driver can you be to ride over a dog and not hurt the dog or lose your balance. Simple awesome Rajiv. No doubt that guy is a Pilot with Indian Airlines today!!!!
Beware you pigeons and crows, its Kama in control!
Surely, even you have such moments, that when you look back at, give you goosebumps and bring back a grin to your face.
Cheers,
Ashley
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Sunday, October 5, 2008
What will they say(think)?
From what I have seen, there are usually 2 kinds of people. The ones who do what they want to do, not worrying of what others may think/do and the kind who worry too much.
In what aspect you may ask. Well, lets break it down a little. You enter a classroom late. There are 2 seats vacant, one on the last row and another one on the front row. Hurriedly you take the seat on the last row. 2 mins into the lecture, you realise the seat is broken and uncomfortable for seating.
So what's next? Well, for one, if it were me, I would continue to be seated on that broken bench, because, I am mostly afraid of what people will think. I am afraid of what the classroom will react like, if I make that long walk from the last bench to the first one, even though I have a perfectly legitimate reason for my travel.
But on the other hand, someone else will standup and walk towards the chair on the first row.
The difference in the attitude, according to me comes from the answer of a simple question:- 'What will they say(think)?'
For me, the answer is usually very complex and more often than not prevents me from doing whatever I need to do.
Do something without unnecessarily wondering what people will think about me. Mostly the people in the room dont even care what you are doing. But silly as I am, I will ponder as if I am Prince Charles and then decide against doing something unorthodox.
But this gets me to a funny incident. I have never been a good sportsperson. Never. I was mostly on the bench during my limited school-football days. In school, I was in RED house. So during the annual school football tournament, I was selected to represent RED house. Dont get carried away, I was still on the bench.
So fast-forward to the game. Red-House was losing to the opposing team. My coach had given up all home and did not know what to do. We knew we had lost the game. Now the coach comes to me and tells me, go and play. I was like 'Whaat?'. I said, 'Sir, whom do I replace?'. He says no one. Just sneek in and play.
Even then, I had to answer the same question, 'What will they say(think)?'. I pondered for a moment and then a slight nudge by my coach pushed me on the other side of the white boundary. I was part of the game. I ran towards the ball and must have played a couple of minutes, when the refree loudly blew his whistle. He stared and me and asked me, 'When did you come on the field?'. I did not say a word, just looked towards my coach.
The next thing the refreee did was, count the number of players. Ooops, 12! He asked me to leave the ground. Believe me, it was embarassing for me. But those 2 minutes that I was on the field, I ran like crazy after the football. Did not really do much, just ran.
We lost the game, I came home as quietly as I could. But I dont think anyone really remembers what happened that day. Just goes to prove, you dont need to worry about everything you do, asking yourself what the other person will think. I dont think even one friend of mine on the ground that day remembers this incident and how funny I was.
My point being, just do it if you feel it is the right thing. The world has their own worries to take care of, rather than worry what you are upto!!!!
Cheers,
Ashley
In what aspect you may ask. Well, lets break it down a little. You enter a classroom late. There are 2 seats vacant, one on the last row and another one on the front row. Hurriedly you take the seat on the last row. 2 mins into the lecture, you realise the seat is broken and uncomfortable for seating.
So what's next? Well, for one, if it were me, I would continue to be seated on that broken bench, because, I am mostly afraid of what people will think. I am afraid of what the classroom will react like, if I make that long walk from the last bench to the first one, even though I have a perfectly legitimate reason for my travel.
But on the other hand, someone else will standup and walk towards the chair on the first row.
The difference in the attitude, according to me comes from the answer of a simple question:- 'What will they say(think)?'
For me, the answer is usually very complex and more often than not prevents me from doing whatever I need to do.
Do something without unnecessarily wondering what people will think about me. Mostly the people in the room dont even care what you are doing. But silly as I am, I will ponder as if I am Prince Charles and then decide against doing something unorthodox.
But this gets me to a funny incident. I have never been a good sportsperson. Never. I was mostly on the bench during my limited school-football days. In school, I was in RED house. So during the annual school football tournament, I was selected to represent RED house. Dont get carried away, I was still on the bench.
So fast-forward to the game. Red-House was losing to the opposing team. My coach had given up all home and did not know what to do. We knew we had lost the game. Now the coach comes to me and tells me, go and play. I was like 'Whaat?'. I said, 'Sir, whom do I replace?'. He says no one. Just sneek in and play.
Even then, I had to answer the same question, 'What will they say(think)?'. I pondered for a moment and then a slight nudge by my coach pushed me on the other side of the white boundary. I was part of the game. I ran towards the ball and must have played a couple of minutes, when the refree loudly blew his whistle. He stared and me and asked me, 'When did you come on the field?'. I did not say a word, just looked towards my coach.
The next thing the refreee did was, count the number of players. Ooops, 12! He asked me to leave the ground. Believe me, it was embarassing for me. But those 2 minutes that I was on the field, I ran like crazy after the football. Did not really do much, just ran.
We lost the game, I came home as quietly as I could. But I dont think anyone really remembers what happened that day. Just goes to prove, you dont need to worry about everything you do, asking yourself what the other person will think. I dont think even one friend of mine on the ground that day remembers this incident and how funny I was.
My point being, just do it if you feel it is the right thing. The world has their own worries to take care of, rather than worry what you are upto!!!!
Cheers,
Ashley
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