It was Sunday. I was driving through some remote areas. Got bored of listening to same songs from my USB drive. So I thought of tuning to FM. I selected the source as FM. What I don’t like about this Car stereo is that it doesn’t come with a manual. So I don’t know how to save these FM channels. Hence I pressed the search button.
It stopped and what I hear is noise. Try #2..
It stopped and noise again. Try #3..
It stopped. Some music with lot of noise in it. I fine tuned the channel and I get clear sound.
So what defines this noise? Consider above example. Till I hear a RJ or a song, whatever that falls on my eardrums is noise. Is that it? That is noise? I am a Rock fan but I don’t like Death Metal. It’s too loud and I consider it as noise. Similarly, anyone who doesn’t like Rock will consider it as noise. It’s unbearable to ears. I even heard someone saying, “They sell noise now a days unlike the music they used to sell in past”. I can only conclude that noise is undefined.
In a crowded market lot of signals come together and form noise. In such a place, a call from your friend is signal to you. Your reply is signal to your friend. But unknowingly you both contributed to noise. Our lives are crowded, Crowded heavily. We often misinterpret signal as noise. We never try to “fine tune” to get clear signal. Misunderstanding, differences, clashes are the results of lack of “fine tuning”.
Hey!!! that “thing” is broken. It’s not my fault. It’s not sending clear signals.
Yeah. That’s a good reason.
Noise always exists. When you don’t get a signal, you have noise. And when you get a signal, the noise is still there. Only thing is you are ignoring it.
Till you find the signal in noise…
It’s Summertime. The best time to spend in Goa. For most of the locales, it’s the time to fill their pockets for the rest of the year. Not just locales, but the people from the other states who have succeeded in invading the seashore business. Apart from seashore business, they have also progressed in crime scene in Goa. It’s a shame for Goans. They shouldn’t have allowed outsiders to top the crime scene at least.
There is no Law and Order in Goa. There is only Love and Disorder. Everyone gets his cut from the seashore business. The hierarchy is maintained. As long as your pockets are full, you don’t care about the happenings.
So I was on Baga beach. It’s the best beach to enjoy the sea. Enjoying my Sun bath, Sea bath and providing vital nutrients to my eyes by admiring the beauty. That’s the most important part for males. The beauty of a completely wet woman is difficult to describe. At least I cannot find the right words. Blame my English vocabulary if you want. The foreigners are the highlights of beaches. Those who come to visit Goa, their intention is to watch the firangi bodies in bikinis or may be less than that. Well… These firangis help in the economic growth of Goa.
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Note:- There is no question mark in the title.
Once upon a time in heaven, In the manufacturing unit of human beings, a faulty piece was manufactured. The head of Q.C. department rushed to God with the problem.
Q.C: God, there is a problem with one piece.
God: So what? Send it to repair unit. Repair it and deliver.
Q.C: It’s irreparable God. Only you can repair it if you want.
God: What’s the problem?
Q.C: Our worker accidentally gave extra dose of stupidity to that piece. It’s best to turn it into an ass.
Q.C: Sorry God. Donkey..
God: Let me check.
After checking that piece..
God: Deliver it.
Q.C: But God…
God: Sometime we need to set new goals, new heights so that we can look at them and push ourselves to conquer those. While doing so we often make mistakes. Those mistakes remind us of what we should not do. This child is gifted with stupidity. It will always remind you not to make such piece again. Now quickly deliver it. I won’t be able to handle this menace.
That piece was a boy born on this very day and is the same person who wrote this post. I am very happy for what I am. People call me stupid. They call me idiot. They call me by all the animal names which have this peculiar characteristics. But I am still happy. That is because I am different. So what I am stupid? I accept it. Unlike some of you who cannot accept the fact.
Today is the day, those workers in heaven celebrate as “Blunder’s Day”. They haven’t manufactured a single defective unit since then. The worker who manufactured me, died of heart attack after I was delivered. I feel sad for him. But anyway, this day is special for me. I came into this world.
This world gave me a lot of good things in spite of me being stupid. As expected by God, I was a menace in my childhood. But my parents handled me. So for me, they are beyond this God entity.
I don’t have anything more to say. Just as I accepted what I am, Try it yourself. You’ll be very happy. Because in this world, the more you laugh… The more stupid you are.
I hope you get what I was trying to say.
Till you get it…
Location: The hall of my house where I am sitting on a chair with both my legs up. It’s a mystery how I got this habit of sitting.
Channel: Some random channel which was airing Munnabhai MBBS.
Scene: The scene where Munna asks Circuit to bring a dead body so that he can understand dissection properly. I doubt any of Medical student will bring a special body to understand what he is studying. You need to take interest and have a strong will, motivation to study. Circuit looks around and his eyes catch a Chinese fella.
Circuit to Chinese: Come on. I’ll show you Tajmahal, Kutubminar and all..
Chinese: No. I want to see real India. Poor People, Hungry People.
I have one question to ask. Why India is synonymous to “Poor People Hungry People”?? Who said there are poor and hungry people only in India? Why the media, especially television, display false information to the whole world? One film capturing the poverty in particular part of India won Oscar. Not just one but eight of them. Every news channel aired reviews, shows, special features regarding that movie. I agree that the movie was good. But someone should have featured the wrong side of the road. Continue reading →