Author: Guttu

Nothing Special. A simple guy who loves to think nonsense.

My Happy Valentines

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Two years back… Valentines day. It is the most memorable valentines day so far.. To make this day exciting, I didn’t plan it. The only thing I had in my mind was to be with her for the whole day. So I picked her at 11 in morning. Then we went for shopping. I gifted her a dress and a ring. She gifted me a Cowboy hat. I look like a joker wearing that. I accepted it and was on my head. Just for her. I felt as if I am Clint Eastwood in The Good, The Bad and The Ugly.

It was lunch time when we finished our shopping. Few minutes later, we were in her favorite Restaurant. She ordered some continental dish. I am not a foodie. So I forget the dish names. Whatever it was, it tasted quite good.

After lunch, we went for a movie. At that time they were screening Definitely maybe. It’s still my favorite movie in Romance genre. Just outside the multiplex, there was a beach. We started walking on footpath. I saw a woman selling lovely teddy bears. She loved Teddy’s. I asked her to pick one. Then my hands went for wallet. What the heck!! Only cards and no cash. Quickly realized about cash advance feature of my card. Collected some cash from an ATM on other side of road. The smile on her innocent face was priceless. Best thing happened on that memorable day.

Though it was my best valentines day, I would like to tell you one thing. Never fear to express your love and don’t wait for valentines day.

The Definition Of Night

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It’s almost 11 pm and I was about to enter my room. Just then I thought of looking up in the sky. Wanted to check if the moon was still there. This curiosity was due to lunar eclipse held on 1st January. The moon was not there (Did Rahu swallowed it for real?). I tried searching the sky from back and sides of my house. It was nowhere. Darkness was trying to conquer the whole world. The fluctuating street lamp was fighting like a brave injured soldier.

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Within seconds, I started traveling back in time. Why for sudden I was back in time? Curiosity increased as my flashbacks rendered an incident when I was five years old. I am in my bed aside my parents and sister. It’s dark and my father just switched off radio. Few minutes later, cats started fighting on the roof making strange sounds. Their meow was now meOOOOOOOOwwww. Fear was dominating emotion. My parents convinced me that cats won’t hurt me. I closed my eyes and never knew when I was covered by blanket of sleep. At that age, Night meant fear for me.

Now I am ten years old. I am naughty and mischievous child busy in playing and planning mischief. I made good friends in school and was enjoying every bit of time. Time was insufficient for my activities. I don’t want to sleep. Night, at that stage, was a big spoilsport. Continue reading →

Happy New Year 2010

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Wishing a prosperous new year to all my friends and readers. Forget the failures in 2009 and work towards success in this year. Make sure you get enough sleep to fuel your dreams while working.

I would like to thank all those who commented, criticized, liked, disliked my posts. I will try my best to improve and post more this year. That’s a promise I don’t want to break.

Till the next year…
Think Nonsense…

Footprints

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Have you ever walked over sand? Then, have you noticed the footprints behind you? They are not just footprints. They are silent teachers. You have to be a good student for them to be your teacher. Don’t recall your mark sheets… I know they are best suited lying dead in that folder and locked in a locker. They don’t say a thing about how good student you are. Just try to listen and read the footprints. You’ll be proud being a good student.

So what do they teach you? When you look behind you’ll notice that some footprints have faded. Those footprints is you, some moments back. That tells you, time will never let you be the same person. That’s why, You never meet the same person again. It becomes difficult to find yourself, what you were in your past. Add to it our memories, which too tend to fade with time.

They teach us to find happiness in small things and that your low time will be over soon. Just as they fade as the time passes. Be careful and be true to your conscience as someone else may be stepping over your footprints and following the same path as you.

You’ll never be alone all the time when you walk. There will be a stage where the path will be full of footprints. So much so that you won’t be able to clearly distinguish between them. You won’t be able to see your path. You are lost. This is the stage when you have to discover yourself and discover your path. Find a way out of these chaos. Create your own path.

While you walk, there will be footprints which may act as a guide. Trust yourself. Trust your instincts. Walk with those footprints to find whether they are guiding you or misguiding you. But remember, A guide can only show you the path. He will never teach you how to walk.

Throughout the journey, you’ll find few who will leave footprint on your heart (Don’t worry. They won’t be stepping on your heart). Never ever let these footprints fade away. Then, Even if you are walking alone, you won’t be alone.

Till the footprints become your teacher
Think Nonsense…

The Naked Dog

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A typical day and a typical Indian street. I am walking from my home on the way to my office(Site office to be precise). Luckily for me, My office is just at a walkable distance. That’s probably 5-6 minutes. On this typical day I find changes. It’s November and rain is over(It’s not. Thanks to Phyan). This is the time when the road sides are occupied by shrubs or small plants. Municipality sends a person with Grass cutter. It’ll be a miracle if they do their job complete. So they leave whatever they cut on the road. No need to clean. I find a cat eating some leaves from the left over.

Moving ahead there is a spring which is there for years. The area I live is known by the name of that spring(Springs do have a name). Earlier locals used to drink water from this but now you only find outsiders taking bath and doing their stuff there. A gutter goes by the side of this spring.(I already said it’s a typical Indian street.) There is an open space aside of this spring where some cars are parked. And this place is also the hangout of the street dogs. Between all the dogs I find a dog without hairs. Some kind of disease which makes dog naked.

November month marks the start of mating season. You’ll find dogs doing that thing openly, as if we don’t exist. This poor naked fella finds it difficult to move into the club of the dogs. He is separate from others keeping safe distance, with fear in his eyes and his tail down inside between the back legs. At that moment I thought we are also dogs and not monkeys. A person with physical abnormalities will stay away from the crowd. Just like that naked dog.

A couple of month back, I saw a similar dog. This one was a pet dog. There was a hut giving shelter to a family of labor. This dog was their pet. Unless you are from PETA or a die-hard dog lover(I doubt about them too), no one cares about these dogs. No one want’s to keep them as pets. This dog started barking when I came close to the hut alarming that labor. I found this a bit strange. This is no different dog if it had some hairs on it. He does his job even without hairs, even if the ones with hairs keep him distant. I quite liked this quality and wonder if this exists in us. Does it??

I hope that such dogs end up finding a mate.

P.S.: It’s complete coincidence that this post is also related to hair. I realized it at the end. Please don’t conclude that I write only about hairs or I am bald. :love: