TBM

The scene is from a place…a place which is away from the usual city noise…
You do not expect people to be found here. But for some genre of people it’s the favorite hangout. These people are a different class who live in there world, live not just two-three but many lives, and put upon many faces…the scene talks about just some of these..


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He came earlier today, he checked around to see if anyone could be seen…but there was none…It hardly mattered, they had to come here…so why not lit a cigarette by that time...he moved down, smoke was flowing off, water gushing off could be heard…he found a comfortable stone and sat there, dreaming about all those days which had to come after college…job, post graduation…
………hey, hi!
It was other one this time, he took out a packet out of his pocket and offered to the one who had been standing there and to those who had come along.
Thanks bro!

They hugged each other as if brothers had met after years having left their hands once in a kumbh mela…a regular occurrence in bhopalis ,guys meet and they hug each other as if they’ll never meet each other or may be the touch with every guy, gives them a sense of feeling a female around them or may be they want them to be well able to differentiate the feeling when it actually happens..

They sat down, each one white stick popping off there mouths…one amongst them lit a lighter…and helped out all his bhaais!
Thanku bhai!*5

These guys A ,B ,C,D,E are then joined by a chunk of people and the white stick with red tips, smoke oozing off but they have new friends to entertain… after all the romantic place with rhythmic water flow is a favorite for many of them…
They sit in a row…after usual hugging and kissing…sorry! No kissing…they just feel the warmth of each other around them…

Bhai TBM...and the other bhai passes the white stick which is shortening with time, until more TBM’s are offered or the stick size goes to zero…that means size zero, does not furnish moreTBMs...aah! Oops, the engineer in me wants to see loops everywhere…

By the way TBM, you all must be aware...and those of you who are not...I tell you it builds better bonds than any in the world…its TERE BAAD MAIN!
It saves those white sticks whose price have been soaring higher and higher after the new budget...foolish govt feels they’ll make people drop cigarette.s...but it actually helps out, share each and everything with our mates...our soul, mind, air ,breathe, mouth to mouth sticks..

The romanticism of the place is added by the girls’ hostel around, and there are some hot chicks that pass by the place everyday…

A: bhai,wo right wali meree hai
B: merre beech waaliii…thek hai C tere liye fir wahi bachi… chal left waali hamaaree bhai..
C: (almost standing, in protest!)no..right wali meree… tere bhabhi hoggi A.
D, E: aur hum?
C: dekh bhai mujhe hee kammi hai??


They fight as if India and Pakistan are fighting for Jammu, wanting the best...
B: abbe tum dono kabhi adjust kyu nahi kr saktee…hamesha 1 hee!
A: tu isko samjha,hamesha mere wali pr…
D,E: iss baar humme decide karne do!



They are so passionate about the whole thing as if the sweets they have distributed amongst them…would be there’s...

C: but A tu hee kyu hamesha sabse phele choose kartaa hai…
Tringgggggggggggggggg

B: shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
“Hello mom...yup, just reaching home...actually A and C are having the same doubt so I am just helping them out…
Ya, yaa coming home at earliest!”

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See guys I got to leave, meree beech wali hai,baaki tum log dekhlo!

A: dekh yaar mai chodd dungga usse…but mujhe beeech waali..
B: doo kya ek….(bas har waqt doo kya,aaj tak zindaggi mai 1 machchaar bhi nahi mara hogga))


B: Chal yaar,gotto go..mom would kill me...otherwise!
See man I can not adjust this much…last week itself I told you about one in my colony…I offered you her myself ,mere sath pados ka chakkar hai, but you guys can easily!!!
Tring..going guys!!!

All in chorus: haa bhai ye to sach hai!
Aap to ekdum guru ho
They depart as if they’ll never meet..

Clock shows 12... hugs ………bhai log… helping out each other and they leave the place!

P.S. The romantic water gushing is the sewage water bringing about the romanticism in the place!(![]

Those of you who know this may not question again….
And those of you who don’t, I bet its better to stay mum.
I am sure my gyaan in this area lacks...but I just wish I could understand what bonds do these sutta-mates and daru- buddies share…and what is there between each of them, that they hate each other but still love! They bad breathe, but still breathe together...what is it that binds them…a stub? How could such a small thing?
Anyways...none of my interests… had anything to pen down!
Just heard TBM lately…felt like writing on it[]

flowing with the wind!

We are always taught to plan our lives, to keep it in our hands.
They say, knowing your dreams, would give them true shape. When you know where you are going you would follow them and ensure for yourself a good life ahead. Those who had no choices did follow destiny. Yes, I had options. Life didn’t give me 1 or 2 it gave me 3 options.
Decent enough for a graduate to have three options to fulfill and I choose the one which was best suited …I was taking risks, risking the path others were taking gracefully, in their words.
In mine, I was sure of moving away from the path the crowd was going to follow. I was sure, confident enough to give myself satisfaction. Have always been an extremist, as if didn’t know what midways were.
But then life has his own ways of treating us, what we choose or rather wish to choose does not become ours. Even if we are just a step away from our destination, there can be a wind. A wind that can blow everything. Blow all, changing our path to options which were never in our list.
I though I was always choosing the best. Options which different from others. Ways which were apart from ways anyone else would have chosen. But may be life stores something else, and today after all analysis, research and soul thinking, I am to improvise upon my judgments!
You do not always get what you choose.
Life doesn’t offer whatever you wish or plan. And if all of it was this easy, it would not have been this adventurous. Or in simpler words, it would not have been LIFE.
So, after long………. Today am not trying to determine the flow of my life.
As someone has said “life is like a box of chocolates, and you never know what is coming next till you have this one”…so today am flowing with the current.
Lets se what the life brings to me!