The Mean Machine !!!!

It was long that I was away from home.. and time in its deception made me think of myself having grown up enough to be called an independent person..

Ooh..but was it true ? Lets have a quick recap of the facts..
I was living a life as everyone else..just running in the race of life..The track i chose to run was not even parallel to the track I always wished to run , as a majority of the human beings do..

I also had dreams and desires ..but never had the courage and guts to go after them...I was struggling and crying over my fate..But Alas..I was not doing anything to change it..

My dreams and desires were in the front pocket..But I was living life at the expenses paid from the back pocket..My dreams were like the grains which were left rotting in the rains..with no fruitfulness...

But then..God had different plans.. (Thank god..He always intervenes.. :) )

Then there was one fine day..I fell in love again.. (This time..thank god ..not with a human being !! )

I fell in love with this wild machine..It was love at first ride..I just wanted to own it..But as the saga of life continued..even this desire was stuffed into the front pocket which had almost no space left to accommodate any more..but then this was a desire which was growing stronger day by day..

It was strong enough to raise its voice at times when all the other desires were busy taking a nap..And a sight of this machine on the road , the thump of the engine used to leave my heart beating with the everlasting desire to own this bull.. But then again..the burden of life used to take over my imagination ,leaving a bump on my heart.. :(

But then there was a wind of change..I started hating myself for not trying to do anything to change my rotten fate... But one fine day.. i finally decided..that its high time to act.. i will leave the track of the common man..who lives for the sake of living..who just kills his dreams and desires.. and this was the day i decided to pursue my dreams..the dreams I had always cherished..

I knew its easy said than done.. But I had become strong enough to accept anything on the way , which could make me think again to return to the easy way of the common man..To run after my dreams was slowly and slowly becoming my passion.. life was becoming tougher but better.. Life was slowly returning to the right track...

The dreams and desires now no more laid stuffed in my pockets..but now they were living again in fresh air.. ..as they were out of the pockets..waiting for their turn to be unleashed ..

My first action towards my revival was the purchase of the wild Mean Machine..The thundering bull.."Enfield Thunderbird".. And from that day on there has been no turning back..and I just hope there will never be a turning back again..

The thump of the bull just revives the soul in me..The turning heads..those infinite questions and words of appreciation for my decision gave me so much joy and strength..This has been the beginning of my script of a royal journey..I had never imagined that a mean machine will make such a big difference to my journey..Cuz there was nothing angelic about this wild bull..But who has ever understood the mind of the almighty.. :)

So here I am.. Getting ready to make a difference ..at any cost.. The grains will no more rot..

This new faith in life..and this new journey to the destination..unleashes new ways day after day..And now there is no more hesitation to walk on these ways..And one of those few steps is to start touring on my bike..and there cannot be a better time to start..than immediately !!

So coming soon ..

My first tour on my mean machine.. :)

So..World O World.. be careful ..cuz Its thundering !!!!!
and it will continue to thunder harder and harderrrrr.... yeahhhhhhhh...!!




----- The Owner of the "Mean Machine"..Jim...

A chat with an Angel...

I had just returned from the office.

after having struggled with my daily chores..

entangled I was in my thoughts..

just wanted to take a break and shake the rots..

My eyes wanted to close..

with the same routine life of the 11 O clock sleep..

there was that ticking sound warning me..

and my eyes were acting to be heavy..

My heart was still thinking about "THE OPEN DOOR"..

and the someone hiding behind the door..

An how I was still so resistant to open my door for anyone..

lest someone should just enter..destroy my house and go away..

The clock showed 11..

But then my heart shouted..

why not check your mails.. ??

my mind was all excited again..

to avoid the boring routine..

Was checking my mails..

when I saw this friend of mine online..

there was a red dot before her name..

which showed she was all busy in her fame..

but then I am not a person who stops..

I just pinged her ..
to wish a good nite...

and a thanks..

for appreciating my message of "THE OPEN DOOR"..

but the chat went on and on..

with our souls reborn..

with so many blends of fun and emoticons..

there were no more of any rules and norms..

I have always liked this friend of mine..

sweet and pure she is .. like Milk and Honey..

a sweet smile which just gets on my nerves..

a charismatic character with shiny eyes...

a perfect blend of beauty with brains...

Oh how will she enjoy those rains..

which would just break all her shackles and chains..

and she will be ready again..

to allow someone to knock her door..

her lovely feelings will rise again from the floor...

so lovely she is.. that she herself never believes it..

but who in this world has ever been able to hide the truth..

lucky will be the one for whom she would open her door..

that day is not far away..

cuz it will be the most happiest moment of her life..

her silent quest will never go unanswered..

no more her thoughts get bewildered..

I feel sad that I came to know her so late..

could never get a chance to know her inmate..

would have loved to be a very good friend of hers..

helping her and sharing all her cares..

cannot boast of having done anything for her in my life..

but still I am so mesmerised by her sweetness..

If she could hear me..

just want to say to my friend..

any living human will fall in love with you..

such is the sweetness embedded in you..

I have always asked God...

God. !! why didnt you make me an angel.. ??

I would have been so lucky to be with her..

but then God replied...

the world has to be balanced my son..

it has an angel.. like your beautiful friend..

and to balance it..

it also has a devil like you..

I just smiled..and thanked god..

thinking that someday she would..  

understand this balance of life..

and forgive me for my evil behavior..

cuz its not me..but its only God to blame..

I am just a man walking by some lane..

but now she's moving ahead..

to achieve a new milestone..

leaving behind this friend ..
who is known to be error prone..

but what has ever happened to an angel..

As she is the utmost attention of the most high..

thats what just gives me a breath of sigh..

just wishing her all the success in life..

All these words just to tell her..

this devil will always miss you..my angel.. :)

-- Jim & Jim's conscious

The Open Door

Lost in the treasures of life,

here I am..

looking for that world of pleasure,

lost in this hidden pressure..

I think sometimes,

that there is a better time to come..

To lift me .. there will be someone..

Other times I feel,

All these difficulties are to go..

Just have to be strong,

rejecting every no..

But then here they come,

Some new opportunities,

but with hidden questions..

I ask myself ..Are they really opportunities..??

or just other difficulties in disguise ,

should I just run away,to avoid a capsize..

so scared I am to even accept those great opportunities,

even when I know , the future holds bright,

and that there will be some light..

to show me the way through this darkness,

but am just sitting here..

looking at the time passing by..

To just hear someone tell me "you are mine"..

waiting for a hand to hold me,

those loving arms to cover me..

for someone,

who could just take away my pain...

and never ever ask me to abstain..

and fill me with the overflowing joy..

to make me feel like a new born boy..

someone who could fill me with a new hope..

and pick me from the slippery slope..

someone who could instill my lost confidence..

and fill me the wonderful patience..

Someone who will become the sight of this blind..

someone who will help me unwind..

And Then i hear this sound,

a sound .. which echos all around..

"Jim where are you.. ?? jim where are you ??"

please return and take me with you..

tears start rolling out ,

when I think about your whereabouts ..

Cant live anymore in this attire,

where I am surrounded by this fire,

which just refuses to be blown away..

which just says that this is not your way..

so many dreams , so many desires,

In my life I have always tried to portray..

But now I have to be on my own,

in the search of the passions I have always known..

Jim O Jim ..pls return,

come and repair this broken cistern..

Its time for us to be together,

if not now, then never for ever..

Its time for us to fulfill the desire..

Lets work together to blow away this surrounding fire..

am just waiting for you Jim..

lets not make it too late..

There is a pathway waiting through the gate..

I know ,there's a lot of pain..

but all of this might also gain..

Under the hood somewhere..

who knows..if all of this may be for our good..

The time has come..

to come out of the gruesome..

to help someone know..

that opportunities are nowhere to go..

that there is a door which is to be opened..

even when it seems to be heavily curtained..

but Jim..why to hide in the burrow..

just leap ahead and uncurtain the show..

here's our door Jim..

waiting for the knock..

dressed with a bell..

just to take us away from this hell..

with great opportunities the other side..

its just a waste to continue to hide..

But its too big a door.. to open it alone..

as people always say I am error prone..

thats why jim I need your help..

as its been enough..

Just want to stop this everlasting yelp..

Come on Jim..

Lets open it together..

there can be a change in the weather..

lets show the world..

that there is always a hope..

There is a someone who will always help you cope..

A someone who is behind this door..

just waiting for your knock to lift you from the floor...

And then there will be no more fear..

cuz there will always be someone near...

-

Jim's conscious

Life is calling.. Where is JIM...??

Every one in this (good looking) world needs some motivation ( so called ) to do something he's never done before....

hmmm... this is my case w.r.t writing blogs. Always had the starting problem.. usually what we see with those antique "Hamara Bajaj " scooters.

Hell lot of things happening around. But here is our movie's Hero "JIM" ..lost in a world of his own.. He always thought he was in the same world as we all are in.. Until something very silly made him realize tha he was unknowingly playing a Hero in "STAR WARS"..

He works in a company. goes around with friends. All routine work everyday. Had a love life . Have a lot of good friends , who take care of him like anything . Has a lot of desires , lot of ambitions , Values and what all ... oooooh !!!!

But he always feels , something very important is mmissing in his life..and he doesn't know what it is..

You may feel who am I to know all this ?? Well I am what I am..
cuz I am his bestest best friend (as in Timon and Boooombaaaa ) ...

We stay together all days , nights and eve's ... In theaters , pubs , malls ..everywhere JIM goes to... But "JIM" doesn't like me so much . He in some way has become so used to me. He ignores me nowadays. But this day was a revival of our frienship .

"JIM" O "JIM".. wants to do so many things in his life... But .. The Buttt.. always comes in between.. His biggest enemy...Some reason or the other (dumb or wise) breaks his speed..
He's physically on earth but.. in all other aspects on some unnamed planet far away..

But... Oye..It's Friday yaar..

A very very lazy day... A friend of his dropped in from bangalore..After a long days sleep..they decide on going to "MORE..the supermarket" to get a cricket bat. (wrong Shop to go to)...

There was the reply from MORE "Cricket Bat ???? ". As if JIM had asked for a tonne of Brown Sugar.
"We do not have any of them" , they added .

JIM thought "Ok. Lets move out"..But his good friend from Bangalore , wanted to buy some eatables to carry for his midnight return journey.

"Fine" Jim told. As they started moving around , looking at evything around , from fruits to soaps to every damn thing which was sufficient for a group of 1000 people to survive for a month (if they make MORE their HOME sweet HOME).

And it was at this time , poor (is he ? ) JIM's journey to earth started . It was the fastest travel to earth one can ever imagine. But here it was..

Digit , Filmfare and ther mags lying on the shelves . And "JIM" just got reminded of the old days he used to read them , and sometimes fight with friends over those free CD's and applications . He just smiled and was amazed that he just forgot about his own favourites.

Then there were all those healthy food items for take.Looking at them JIM smiled again thinking , " Bloody.. I dont even give a damn care about what I am eating..what I am doing.. I forgot about my favourites..my people..hmmm"

Slowly and slowly "JIM" started nearing the earth's surface. And there it was.. Jim finally realized that I (his friend) was there with him even now...(only the goodest of good friends continue with you in STAR WARS) .

He just looked at me an smiled. I hugged him ,loved him and welcomed him back to earth.

He asked me then , "Where the hell was I lost ?? ..What am I doing now ??? I feel I was never here.." I just kept listening to all his questions.. There were so many..

"MORE" just kept asking more and more questions to JIM... and here was JIM just waking up from his deep deep sleep after the journey t earth.. he was finding himself again.. His likes , dislikes everything getting back to his mind , as if he had a memory loss ..

Finally he woke up.. I told him about everything he had missed . The great RECESSION , Terrorism , sports .. and everything.. JIM wept and wept..Even I wept with him.. But I was happy.. that finally JIM is back... my friend is back.. He's restored again.. He knows he's a part of everything happening on earth..
And he has to do a lot for those who are still missing from earth.. he has to help bring them back...

"Thank God you are back JIM.. I love you as you are..." I told him.

I feel good that he won over so many enemies of his , who tortured him and made him a captive on some other planet.. But finally He's here again..And I will never let him go..He has started to know himself again..

Finally I just thought and smiled..

"We live..We work..But We are just getting started.... "

- JIM's Conscious