Sweet Somethingz

Yes, Its true. I have Anthropophobia!! Woah, that's a big word. Actually I never even knew a phobia like this existed until today when I Google-d it, but I always feared people. 

The thing is Humans are totally different creatures from everything else that is around us. Of course, we all know that. But the thing is, we are gifted with the power to think. What can you think about? Anything and everything. You can think about bad things and good things. I mean, the guy who invented Atomic Bomb, didn't invent it so that it could be used to destroy. But someone else did that thinking. They found out that this bomb had the power to kill lots of people and destroy many places.

Another thing is that people are unpredictable. You never know what's going on inside their heads. They might be smiling at you but planning to kill you for all you know. This is what scares me the most about them. How they can never be understood.

Till a month ago, my only fear was to meet with new people. Because, as I said before they are unpredictable. They might act as my friends but back-stab me. This kept me from making any friends for a long time. I decided that I won't make friends and be alone. Atleast I'll have myself to lean on.

But this isn't possible for a long time is it? For 2 years I have been alone and I can't take it anymore. Maybe  that's why they call us SOCIAL beings? We always need someone. So I decided that when I get to college I'll actually start talking. Make friends. You can never know anyone by one look, you have to be with them and get to know them.

While I was planning all this, I decided to do some research about people and learn about them. As my grandpa recently expired, relatives after relatives come to our house almost daily to talk to my grandma and my parents. So, I decided that I consider this as an opportunity and start my research.

Anyway here is what I learnt.

Firstly, older people are way too stupid, and they don't understand the feelings of this generation kids. The best explanation for this was the day some function had to be arranged for my grandpa.

I was crying cause I missed him, and one of my so-called Aunt(I don't even know how she is related to me) comes up to me and says, "Whom will you call as GRANDPA now? The only one you had is gone" 

For a minute I was startled, I was like, "What the hell is she talking about? Does she have any sense? I mean, Yes he died. Yes, I can't call anyone Grandpa now, but why in the world does she have to say that? 

I ran to my mom and told her, she was like, "That's how older people speak."

I got really angry. I mean, come on guys make some sense. Just imagine how she would feel, if her husband died, and I go up to her and ask, "Whom will you call as PATI or HUSBAND or whatever the hell you call him NOW? The one you had is gone" Wouldn't you feel like punching such person? Cause I certainly did.

Next thing was that, people are CRAZY. When my grandpa was alive, all everyone did was fight with him or scold him because he was so strict. Everyone used to say, he doesn't allow anyone to take responsibilities, he wants everything done as soon as he says, he gets very angry, and so on. But once he died all I hear is praises for him.

That man was a man of action. He never said He'll do this or that but just did it and proved. He always did his job, giving no trouble for anyone. He was a very strong man with awesome thoughts and will always be an inspiration to everyone.

Everytime I heard someone saying all this, I used to remember whatever they had said before. I just can't understand this you know. Why couldn't you have said it when he was alive? Why couldn't you have tell him what a good man he was? You only wanted to fight with him. But now that he is dead, you wish peace for him. What the hell? Yes, I want my grandpa to rest in peace too but I when I never scolded him when he was alive and praised him when dead. The man was a HERO, and I made sure he knew that I thought so.

Till now we have had like 3 functions for him. The first was the day he died. Next after 11 days, and the 3rd was after a month. On all the three days, and almost the whole of this month, the only food cooked in our house is what my grandpa loved. Those 3 days, his most favorite food was kept on a banana leaf and was kept on our terrace so that my grandpa's soul could attach itself to a crow and come and eat it.They made Holige with Mango Rasayanam for him, and his favorite pakoras and all. 

This thing freaked me out the most, because whenever he was alive, and he asked for pakoras and all, everyone used to say they were busy and they can't make now or that they have no mood. But once he died,  they made it everyday. And as a matter of fact, they had even more work than they usually used to have.

Why it freaks me out is because when he was alive, you could have made and given him, he would have at least been happy. What's the use in making them now and feeding it to the crows? If a crow comes and eat something from the banana leaf you all clap your hands and smile that my grandpa ate it. You guys have proof? How can you say he came and ate? Can you feel what you eat? For god's sake the only thing we know is that after you die, you are, well dead. And after years after your burial you'll turn into some kind of product for the plants to grow nicely. How can you say that he will come and eat? Instead of feeding crows (which I'm not saying you shouldn't do) why can't you just feed the person when they were alive? They would have felt thankful and probably would have blessed you nicely.

So, that's the 3 things that I learnt.

1. Older people are Stupid or in other words they don't know what to talk, where to talk and when to talk.
2. People say all crazy things to you when you are alive, but once you die, no matter what you were, you always would be termed as GOOD.
3. People feed crows thinking the dead person's soul would have come to eat it, but not really feed the people when they actually need it.

Nice session right? After I learned that all people behave this way, I stopped my research. I don't want to know what all others can do. I'm tired of learning these three. 

I know many of you might feel there its wrong what I have stated, but that's what you think, ok? When I was a little girl, even I believed that people's soul would actually get attached to some animal and then they come eat it, but as I grow up and started to think, I got these doubts. 

Some wise man once said, "Don't believe in what you hear or see until and unless you can prove it with a solid proof." For once, I'll actually listen to someone and ask you, show me the proof that its they who come. You can't can you?

So, you now have two options, and both are absolutely blind ones, cause none of them have proof. You can either believe in what your parents have heard from the great-great-great-grand parents and think that its their soul who visits. Or as a ration man, who has brains think about it and believe in what you think.

I believe in what I think, and that's why I say this again. I FEAR PEOPLE. But this time, in a very different way.

Oh! And conclusion. I swear to god I'm not going to do research on people again. NEVER!

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C.Jinadatta Raya aka C.J.Raya is my sweet Grandpa. It seems, that I opened my eyes as soon as I was born, and that he was the first one to kiss them.

This man, had 3 kids, and 4 grand kids, including me. His love for his grandchildren was too much. He looked after us as if we were his own kids. My brother and my 2 cousins got to see Circus and were able to visit parks because of him. He was the one who taught them Lagori, Marbles, Gilli Dandu, Cricket and all the games. 

As I was born way, way after them and as I am the only Grand Daughter he has, his love for me was much more. I was his little angel :) <3. Everyday, he used to take me on a ride on his vehicle. When I was 3, I got a tricycle, and he used to run behind me, everywhere I went, making sure I was safe. He used to daily drop me to school. And he even took me out wherever I wanted. After his retirement, dropping me and picking me up became his job. 

When I was a little girl, being with my grandparents was heaven. But as I started growing up, everything started to fall apart. As they were of older generation they never accepted anything I did, and it used to make me angry. I did what I wanted, nevertheless, but still I used to fight with them and hurt them. I always felt bad for doing that because, they didn't know about the world know, I should have told them calmly just the way they had taught me life. But I never did :(.

No matter what happened, there was a strong bond between me and my grandpa. We fought like hell and everything, but this unspoken bond was always there. It all started the day, we both PLANTED a Tulasi Plant in a pot. He had held my hand and made me dig the mud, then made me keep the plant and close the mud. Then he made sure I watered it. Everyday, I used to water plants with him. That's how our bond grew. With nature.

Soon, one POT in our home, turned to a full Garden, not only in front but in the backyard as well. We used to plant them together and water them daily, and silently watch them grow. Even when we were angry with each other, we did this, and we understood each other through the silence.

This is how I came to love nature. Whenever I was sad, I just climb up to my house side terrace, and sit there as long as I want. All the trees in my house bend over there and sitting there is like sitting in the midst of nature. Its a very blissful place.

Anyway, Nature was the one which kept the bond between us. Even though we never told it to each other, We loved each other like anything. My grandpa was just an ordinary man, yet he is an inspiration for many.

Even at the age of 85, he used to ride his vehicle and go to market to get stuff for home. He never allowed anyone else to do. Whenever someone pointed it out he would just say, "They are too young. Moreover, Its my job, and I don't like asking for help".

It was his policy. Whatever work there was, no matter how difficult, if it was HIS JOB, HE HIMSELF has to do it. He would never ask or take another person's help. He never even told someone to do something, which he himself could have done. He believed in WORK IS WORSHIP.

One another best thing in him was that, He never asked anyone for money. He would starve forever rather than asking someone. Even though he didn't study much, he worked hard, saved money, and constructed a new house, the house where I live in, the house I call my home.

Whatever money he had, he was content with that. Even though his salary was less, he managed the whole house hold activity. He had even given some money to his wife saying, when I die, use this money to make all the further things. I have never been in another man's debt and I never want to. Even when I die.

He has seen the whole of India, and have even been to all the places of the world except US and UK. It was dream to visit US and see everything over there. My cousin had even told him that he would make sure that he took both my grandpa and grandma there within another 6 months.

He had only one DREAM, and that was to see me SETTLED. He wanted to see me standing on my own legs, totally independent, head held high. He was really eager to see my 12th board results. No matter how good or bad the results might have come out, he would have been proud of me. He is the only one who understood my DREAM.

Everyone in my house was against me when I said I wanted to take up animation right after 10th. But my grandpa took my side. He made very valid points, but alas it was all left to my parents and they said, "No animation till you degree is over". While I suffered in silence, my grandpa collected all the flyers, brochures, and the made some cuttings in paper, all related to animation. He kept them all in a file, and used to show it to me. He used to sit and talk to me, asking me which I think was the best of them and which I should join.

My parents never knew about this, till date they don't. It was something secret that me and my grandpa had. Another special bond. He would do anything to see me happy. And I just love him for that.

My only regret is that, I wasn't with you during the last few moments of your life :'(. Everyone keeps telling me how you had asked of me :(. How you had asked of your Pooji :'( </3. He has asked, "Where is my Pooji? I want to see her", and before someone could call me and tell me that you wanted to see me, you left us all :'(.

Why grandpa? :( Why did you have to leave so soon? :'(. Why did you leave your Pooji alone? :( 

You were so eager to see my results, and just a week before it, you had to leave? :(.

Now whom will I go show my results? Whom will I run to with a big smile on my face and give a hug?

Who will write down all my MARKS, and show it to EACH AND EVERY PERSON that came to our house, saying My Granddaughter scored this much? :(

I still remember the last thing I ever told you. It was when I was taking you to the hospital and you were not able to walk. I took hold of your hand, looked into your eyes and had asked, "You have become so weak Tata. What happened to my Strong Man?" And you, you had just given me your beautiful smile and patted my head <3 :) :(.

I miss you gramp :(, and I need you :'(. Its been 2 days without you and every morning I wake up hoping to see you sitting on the Sofa, waiting for me to wake up, and to tell me that it was all a bad dream :(. But you are never here :'(. Are you never going to come back? :( Will I never be able to see you again? :( Will I never be able to listen to your voice? :'(

Today I tried something. I climbed the terrace and sat there among the trees, waiting to feel your presence.

I might have felt it, if I had stayed there. But I couldn't. Seeing all those trees brought back the memories of me and you planting them together, of you holding my hand and it hurt me :(. I wanted to be with you :( and I came back down.

Being with nature is the only way I can be with you now, but its hurting me to go there Gramp :(. Please gramp give me some of your strength, otherwise the plants we both looked after will leave this world, just like you :( and I can't lose it too :'(. Please be with me Gramp. Even though you aren't here, I want to feel as if you are here. Please just be with me Gramp :( Or I would crash and burn :'(. You are my strength <3. 

I'm sorry I never told this before :( but I LOVE YOU Gramp <3 A lot :). And I miss you :(. I wish you were here <3 :(. May You Rest In Peace <3 :). And I hope you are having a great next adventure :) :* <3.

Yay! Guys, This is my 50th post :). Feeling really good. I can't believe that I actually made 50 posts. I'm dancing up and down. 

From the past few days, I've been wondering, what to write in my 50th POST? It is very special to me, and hence I decided to write about something special.

And what is more special than the BOND of a BROTHER and SISTER? :D

Actually, this guy is my BFAM(Brother From Another Mother).I met him on net, through a community called Hogwarts School.I called him BHAIYYA :D and soon we became really close.Our closeness grew to such height that we are not only Bro & Sis but best friends as well.I can tell him anything, ANYTHING.

And he tells me everything :).

I wrote a poem for him 5 years ago. It was my FIRST POEM EVER. It is not really good, I mean I had no idea how to write a poem. But it still means a lot to me, because it was dedicated to him.

He is a person whom I adore the most,

The one who inspires me and teaches me.

If I ever get good grades in social,

Its all because of him.

One day his time came,

His dream to serve the country was here.

I was happy and proud, 

But somewhere in heart it pained.

Brave and very kind hearted he is,

The one who taught me life.

I miss him, I know it,

But he will come back soon.

Just for me, for his chipkali,

I will wait for sure.

That was the poem, I wrote for him :D. His dream is to join the INDIAN ARMY and he had taken his exams once, in the pain of not being able to talk to him for a long time, I wrote this :).

I can't believe that it seems such a long time back, so much has happened till then. Our bond has grown much strong. 

Its my wish to make this guy proud of me, cause just like Vikas(my sibling), Kamal is also my brother. 

I'm much close to Kamal than I'm with my own bro, maybe thats because of the age gap, but still, here is a guy I can count on any day, any time. Well, Except when is sleeping :| Cause he is like a great-great-great-grand son of Kumbhakaran :P. Once he sleeps, its difficult to wake him up :(. I don't know how his mom manages to wake him up :P xD.

Anyways, Its been almost 1 year and 2 months since I started my blog, and I had never imagined that I would keep this blog alive. I really feel good, because not only did I express my feelings, I also found many people to actually feel and know what I felt. I really have to THANK YOU 83 followers for reading all my rambling. I don't know how you can tolerate it :P, but you guys do, and I really love you guys for that.

Please do keep reading, and inspiring me.

THANK YOU

Oh! And here, Have some :).

One of the biggest-selling Japanese thriller, now available in India, and soon to be made as a cult movie. 

The book is extremely thrilling and totally un-put-downable. The book has been written in such a beautiful way that anyone can wonder, how one person can think about so many things in so many different ways.

Every character in the book are brilliant, their thoughts and the way they go about their life, is shown out in such a suspense matter, that it makes you wonder how can one have so much secrets and yet be as if nothing has happened.

The book is not only thrilling and full of suspense but it is also inspirational. Every character has hidden secrets. The way everyone put their past behind them and decided to lean on the future, is really inspirational. There is so much to learn in each one of them. There is good and bad part in all of them, but their choice decides their future. While some make the right choice, some make the bad one, but in the end everything is for the best.

The author, Keigo Higashino deserves a big round of applause and much more for writing such a story. The thoughts, lifestyle, passion, love, hate and everything has been explained in a magnified and theatrical way. Too good is all I can say. Hats off to the author.

One of the main characters Yasuko, is a single mother who lives with her daughter. She would be leading a comfortable and happy life, until one day, when her ex-husband suddenly appears in front of her. At that moment, her whole life comes down shattering when that happens. Yasuko works in a boxed lunches shop. Her personality is the one of calm and cool person. Even if she is a Single mother, and going through a rough time, she manages to act as if nothing has happened so that her daughter can be happy.

Misato, the daughter of Yasuko, is also one of the main characters. Even though her mom hides her sorrow from her, she knows about it and tries to make her happy. She is always ready to strive for her mom. The girl's personality if of a fun loving girl who will do anything for her mom.

Ishgami, the next door neighbor of Yasuko, is one of the most important characters. Being a maths teacher, his love for numbers is totally shown out in this book. His love for a woman, makes him take huge risks and also help her to get out of troubles. His love and his passion shows us that True Love still exists. His personality is not only loving and caring, but also mysterious and very brilliant.

This book is a total thriller, filled with awesome and very interesting twists. I would totally recommend this to anyone and everyone who would love to read. A really awesome book. Must read.

Hello Mr.Varun. Can you please tell us introduce yourself to us?

      How did your passion for biking begin?

  My passion for biking had always been inside me as I used to follow 

motocross and motogp from my school days. 

  Which according to you is the best bike?

In India, Yamaha has always been my favorite. Yamaha RX and YBX to be precise. 

There are other bikes I like as well like Suzuki Fiero ,

my liking for bikes goes on how well you can they perform off road than on road with little mods.

 What have you learnt from them?

Rallying has given me a lot of lessons in life. 

It brings the best out of you mentally and physically, the situations and conditions make you tough. 

     Do you think Bike Racing is Dangerous or Fun? Why So?

Bike racing is dangerous if you are not trained, 

if you have not practiced and if you are not wearing the safety gears. 

   

If you could have any bike in this world which would you want?

I would like Valentino Rossi’s bike from Team Yamaha.

If you could race with anyone whom would you choose?

I would like to race 4 of my idols Valentino Rossi (MotoGP), Michael Schumacher (F1), 

Sebastian Lobe (WRC) and Travis Pastrana (MotoX).

 What is Biking to you?

Biking is passion, fun and life.

    Your words for New bikers out there?

Have fun, play safe & follow rules.

The way he has answered every questions, itself shows his passion and love for riding. He surely seems as an inspiration to me. If I ever do ride, I will make sure to follow his words.