I am reasonalbly healthy!!

The post deals with a very serious issue of KPGK syndrome that the writer is in grips of

a considerable duration now [ Khate peete ghar ka ].The condition is also known as

big fat bum.

The writer is a self proclaimed expert [ read , Dare to to beyond the normal waist ] on the

syndrome and has massive experience of sitting on his ass and twiddling his thumbs ( read as knowledge worker or an intellectual thinker if you please ) for prolonged duration.

9 years of massive inactivity in BE-IT company-MBA stint has given him unique perspective in this human/hippo condition.

He has an impressive number of unused gym subscriptions and has been actively involved in fighting against

( by breaking couches,beds etc ) against the stipma of being horizontally endowed.

He has also actively avoided any kind of hunger strike,travel or any other kind of motion and

has been under continuous threats by family members and the external world alike.

He is extremely touchy on the subject and prefers to be called "Reasonably healthy (RH)"

Instead of motu/golu/gappu and other assorted Indian names.

He has been a great source of motivation for a number of movements ( not involving motion ) in different countries.

It is recommended that you address him as RH when you are past the initial shock of looking at this marvel of nature. Extremely sentimental, he chose "Death ( by chocolate )" when forced by his parents to turn green.

"Brown over green!!!! Always"

Enough of footage about the writer.But this is indeed a sad sad account of tribulations that I have faced and had to be shared with my friends in cyber space....

"Ab lag raha hai mohit MBA ho gaya hai"

My uncle exclaimed as I failed miserably in the Jehadi mission of touching his feet.

What does that even mean?? An average bloke could think of a number of reasons.

But a guy crossing the 36 inches waist barrier and looking at compounded growth deciphers the innuendo.

For a normal person it could mean...

1) Delhi tan ( tar, pollution ) has made me even more dashing than I was.

2) MBA has added a halo at the back of my head.

But talk to someone with RH and he sees right through it.

It is an euphemism for "You are way beyond your clothes mate!"

Thats euphemism 101 for a RH guy.

But for the not so initiated RH guys and gals ( yes,it happens to everyone )

these are a few pointers. After these magical sentences, just awkwardly sit in

a corner and avoid the greasy starters etc.

1) Ab thoda healthy ho gaya hai nahin?Acha lag raha hai. GRIN

2) Bas ab thod gym vym start kar sakte hein hum . GRIN

3) Mess mein khana acha milta hoga bacche ko

4) And the best of all - Padai karne wale bacche ho jate hein aise,thode se.

Such cruel ways for telling us what we know and experience daily.

To all :

We ( the community of RH ) do know and are more than aware of inflationary increase in our waist etc.Our clothes tell this daily as they continuously act like our Mamta di and threaten to take back the support at all the wrong times.

We know that our friends squirm and wiggle when we suggest to do a triples on a bike or sit on someone’s lap in a crowded car/auto.

And we know that 30,32,34 are not real numbers anymore,they are IMAGINARY!!

To all my RH friends out there...

Ekla chalo re...no seriously,I mean it,our roads/bikes/buses anyways cant handle 2 RH at the same time.

Tumbling and rolling we march on...

To a world with kababs,rice and so on...

No judgement,discrimination,just peace and food...

For that is what makes us human, may sound crude..

But its true, for the last famished person took that gun,

Lets feed ( us and others ),smile, and probably world would be a little more fun...

Just another...

what do you feel...when you see shrapnels of your broken dreams
they implode,get wedged deep within,hurting as they please,

what do you say...when you are are at peace with them dying,shriveling
numb,accepting the ephemeral fact that its all over...

what do you live for...when chaos is gone,tranquility all pervasive,
do you sit back,relax and say,I have arrived?????

Yadein...

साफ़ सुथेरे से, बेरंगे से आसूं , कैसे काले हो जाते हैं,
आखों से निकलते हुए,काजल में लिपट कर गलों से लकीर में ,ढुलक जाते हैं

कैसे धुआं मुहं से निकल कर खो जाता है,
छल्ले तितर बितर हो के,नाराज़ होकर भाग पडतें है

हाँ, वह सिगेररेट जलते जलते भूल जाती है,
गिर पड़ती है राख बनकर,हाथ पर,जगा देती है

यादें करती हैं ऐसा,बदतमीज़ सी,छोडती नहीं हैं
आ जाती हैं न वापस,रंग बदल कर,मौका देख कर....

छोटी बड़ी बूँदें

छोटी सी आखों में इतनी बड़ी बूंदे समाई हुई
निकल आती हैं , चाहे झिल्लिओं से दरवाज़ा बंद हो या खुला
सोते या जागते,हँसते या उदासी में,निकल आती हैं...
उन छोटी से आखों से वो बड़ी,से बूंदे...

निकल के भागती हैं,इतर बितर,खुद होटों से सट कर मुस्कुराते हुए...
गालों को लाल, शर्मसार करते हुए,पर खुद बैखौफ,निडर,गिरते पड़ते...
आसूं ही तो हैं,बहने दो,खारी बूँदें ही तो हैं,गिरने दो,टपकने दो,छोड़ दो...
पकड़ो मत,फसाओं  मत,जाने दो यार...छोटी सी आखों से रिहा कर दो...

Zen,Peace,Love...

Zen,not under a tree,nor in the solace,quiet,
Its in the chaos,turmoil,illusion,a fight
Its in that drop of blood,sweat and tear,
Zen,not in the drape of religion,omnipotent seer.


Peace,not only in non violence,a stick,a walk,
It could be in that brawl,heated words,in loud,thud,shock
Its there in my angst,anguish,searing pain,
Peace,its not just thought,it is an act,not in vain.


Love,not only in poetry,movies,magnanimous and noble
Its a mother silently crying,a friend praying incognito sans label
It is a troubling memory of ones long gone,not forgotten,
Love is not a word,just shapeless,concern,a remainder,a token

My speck of light...

And I was just trying to see through misty shroud,
Trying to push the,the unformed,the invisible
Not breathing anymore,the bated breath choking me,but alive,proud,


Leaving the bed,everyday,with questions and questions alone,
Gathering up the pieces,gluing them up,with a little hope
Cracks so darn visible,burn marks,dark,dreading another non.


Head,dizzy,with questions,tough ones,which seemed simple yester,
Clouds,outside and inside,trying to topple me over,
No pointers,no one to guide,eyes,hands struggling to open the knot,unthether



To be able to look,clear,that is all I seek,my Voila,my fight
My shout,my tears of happiness,my end of beginning,
For the journey in darkness begins with that small speck of light..

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