Tea or Leaves

This is the real tale of folks who had never drank a cup of tea in their whole life. And when the situation presented itself, they couldn't help to make matters much worse than it already was. All in all it was one cup of tea (leaves) they won't be forgetting soon.

Once there were four chums, a wise guy amongst them. They were studying in the holy city of Vanaras. It was around the time when the city was taken by storm. The newsest fad to hit the holy city was tea. It was a new and novel drink to hit the city and the folks were going gaga to take the first sip.

"Hey man," said the first one, "why not go and sample this thing called the tea?"

"Nice idea. Why not do so in its place of origin? Wouldn't that be neat? While the rest of the folks slack off here in the Vanaras heat, let's head off to Darjeling. I have a friend there. He insists our presence there to taste the new blend he said he has brew."

"Yes, let's do that. I am also too eager to taste this tea thing. I want to see if it really stands up to its hype," remarked the wise guy.

They headed to the abode of the tea, Darjeling to taste this 'tea thing' that was described back home as the best in the world. They say curiosity kills the cat. Without the slightest hint of what it was, they headed for the country where the tea flowered.

In Vanaras, all they had tasted was the Paan. Now with already reddened mouth they wish to savor this thing called tea. They wanted to eat it, not drink it (if you get my drift).

Their common friend came to pick them up in the bus terminal. They hurried to his place. All hurried and excited to taste this tea thing.

"The moment has finally arrived," they all felt.

The friend left a pot of water to boil.

"When the water comes to boil, add the tea leaves. No sooner than that. You wouldn't want to ruin the aroma, now would you?" he bellowed.


He then left to take a bath. He never mentioned the process to follow after that.

Pretty soon the water came to boil. They dutifully added the leaves to the pot.

The water kept boiling, but the friend was taking forever to emerge from the bathroom.

One of the wise guy examined the 'texture' of the leaves.

"Still tough. Maybe it needs more time for the leaves to cook. But lovely smell this."

"Yes, I would say," exclaimed other.

Five minutes later the aroma of the tea was all over the place.

"Bring on the plates, will you?" the wise guy ordered his chum who was witnessing the whole event with utmost interest.

A moment later all the plates were nicely laid. The best China was brought forth for the occasion.

The wise guy leaves the water intact. Serves the leaves.

"Fine moment this. Now let us enjoy the tea. Funny we have to left the soup out."

"Sour taste this tea," exclimed the wise guy.

"Yah, unlike the cooked pan, I daresay. It does resembles the taste. Slightly burnt though. A little sugar sprinkled over the top wouldn't hurt."

"But the paan leaf is easier to swallow, does it not?"

The nicely bathed friend was bemused to see his eager friends enjoying the tea. Or rather, the leaves.




My take on this:

There is an obvious difference between a Wise Man and a Wise Guy. And you would be?

Inspirational Essays ii

Draw your energies from the people you love. No point making some alien (people you don't know but have come to admire) your energy well.

Let the people yopu love and know really well be your source of excellence. You can
learn much more from them.

Imaginary Rasbari

A distress call silences the chatters of the telly. A hungry man with a sweet tooth is searching for something.

“Where is the damn thing?”

“Where did you put it?”

“Can’t say. It was there previously. But the only thing there is empty space.”

“I will search the kitchen again,” my father remarked and ransacked the kitchen. He returned empty handed.

“Call you mum. She might know about it.”

I rang up long distance. She’s out of the valley. She is surprised by my call. It’s usually my sister who calls her. She is more perplexed by my question.

“Where did you put the Rasbari? I can’t find it anywhere.”

“It’s in the kitchen. You haven’t searched the kitchen properly.”

“But I just searched the whole place..”

“Do it again. It’s there somewhere. Things just don’t vanish off in the thin air, now does it?”

I put down the receiver and scour it kitchen. Still no luck. My sweet tooth is aching to bite the ever so soft flesh of Rasbari. Now I am desperate. I want it. I want it now. Can’t go out to buy in the middle of the night, I can’t.

My sister gets suspicious and asked my father,

“Did you really buy one extra packet of those thing? “

”Well, I did bought three packets: two of Rasbari and one of Lalmohan. And two of those went to the uncle........"


"Oops!”

“I must have forgotten that myself. “

I just made a complete ass of myself and wasted a good fifteen minutes to search for the ghost Rasbari.

It’s the middle of the night and I have just made a complete fool out of myself.

[This is a reality show. Not a fantasy. Unfortunately.]

Inspirational Essays

Ain't no such thing as that.

A thin line indeed!

A wise guy once said, "It does not matter if you win or lose. It's how you play the game that matters."

The wise guy never probably won!

Paradox of Reality
The biggest loser in this whole wide world is the man who penned the song "We shall overcome someday".

That someday never came.

Paradox of reality

A Diabetic man married to a Sweet Girl.

Black Mail

Black Mail
A one sided negotiation.

Do try this at home
Earn money in your free time. Blackmail your friends.

Too little, too late

What I don’t like about the people and the government here is that we recognize talents a little too late.

Sometime back a helicopter crash killed the cream of the talents in the conservation field (That’s what I was told, I didn’t knew that previously). The paper next day was naturally filled with condolences from institutions and people from all walks of life and working fields.

Scores of articles populated newspapers, tabloids and weekly of all colors. Most of the people intimately described the deceased ones leaving no words of praise unturned.

Exuberance (Wrong all the while). Yes, that’s the rhetoric style used by the writers of such columns to describe the late personalities.

I wonder where was the words when the personalities of question were alive? Where was the word of praise when they were alive? Where was the exuberance when they were alive?

Why it is easy to say good things about people when they are dead?

Recognizing a talent after they’ve passed... Doesn’t that give their talents were taken for granted when they were alive?

I won’t write any words of praise for them. I didn’t knew them as my brothers when they were alive, nor was I illuminated by their glorious (The papers won’t use other words that this) works (Some writers are bent into being their brothers, brethrens more like it). Now, my words would only be superficial and will betray the true memories of the dead for those who have genuine feelings towards them.

It’s all too little too late.

Blog Mantra

Keep on blogging in the free world

Paradox of Reality

The man who caught alligators and crocodiles all his life died at the fins of a fish.

[Reality: It is something that happens when you are busy making other plans]

Why I write

(May be I should call this post that!)

I am hopeless when it comes to speaking. Not so much of an excellent speaker, or a breath-taking orator as I would sometime like myself to be.

I have thoughts that run dry when I open my mouth to speak. A moment it was there, a moment next it has run dry like the fields of a farmer without water. That is what happens if you are too much inclined to rely on seasonal rain and not on modern irrigation methods. (Is that water the liquid of life, Wine? That I’d rather not)

But then again the world is overpopulate stream (keeping up with the water symbolism) of speakers who speak out their mind. Loud. The only problem is that they don’t know (most of the times) what they have on their minds. (Do they really have it, I sometimes wonder). Rather, I’d take them to be a ‘little hollow in between the earphones.’ (It’s a technical term, you see for both mentally challenged and a loose tongue)

The biggest problem for such orators (I’d rather drilling machines) that they don’t have their tongue attached to a fiber of their brain. I sometime ponder over, as I’ve already stated, have they any brains? Maybe. Maybe not. The only thing that challenges their mental hollowness is their unused storage space behind their ears. They don’t really ponder over their thoughts before they speak, do they?

I thought not.

I am not in that category. I am someone that loves a moment of solitude with the words. I am a writer, you see. And I would like to believe (sometimes) not a bad one at that. I am a learning one. Not a fully realized one. Just an apprentice. I have much to learn before I can respect the responsibilities the word bestows down upon the bearer of the name. And I am trying hard. (This compulsive blogger thing is one of such aspect)

Sometimes I give myself a hard time. It’s mostly when I start to ask myself when and why I tended to associate myself with these words. I don’t really know when. I really don’t know why.

One of the possible reasons is that I was a natural loner (for someone good at that) and loved the ear-piercing numbness of silence.

Silence. It is the thing that draws me more than a chattering box (I’d rather a radio station I can turn off at my whim). Silence gets me to ponder over, think back and think ahead. Writing must have originated from these depths of silence. I write because I cannot vend for myself by speaking; I simply cannot. I don’t have a booming voice for an instance, nor the nerve to chatter and howl over.

Apart from my own disabilities to yell and mull at the same time, my tongue also lacks a direct coordination with my brain. I cannot risk running it loose. I have to censor it. So I keep in shut up in my mouth.

It just isn’t that I don’t speak. It’s merely that I shut myself up.

Thus, I like to write. It gives me an opportunity to think deeply, ponder over and mull on the issues and talk myself out at the same time.

“A great thinker is also a great writer. He has an excellent and almost inherent skill with words. “

I cannot say the same about yappers, mental slackers and radio mouths.

CAPRICORN MAN (The Dear Hororscope)

(Good things about me, ahem)

A man in this Zodiac will has a pair of round big beautiful eyes, a nice structure jaw line. He is a good listener and can understand everything easily and clearly. He can guess what you will say before you even say it. He often shakes his head or touch his hair. He is a big built, but he will tend to have a small ear. He tends to have a darker shade of hair and eyes' color. He will likely have a short and strong neck, broad shoulder, muscular, strong hands and grips. He has a shorter fingers compare to the man of the same size and same height in the other zodiac. His hands can work well at the same time can protect and care for his woman.

His height will be proportional to his weight. He will walk firmly and always take a big long step. As he walks he will look around in caution with no disturbance from his problems at present or in the past. He likes to watch things built with fascinate and wonder about how it is done, so you could see him watching a construction site and not get bored.

He is a good dancer. He is a careful person in instinct, so even at dance floor; he will already have to know what in front or behind him before he will take any steps.

Green is his favorite color. You will mostly see him wear green, navy, blue, or brown. In all 12 Zodiacs, he is the one who can get the most satisfaction from possession of beautiful thing, and cherish it as if it is very valuable to him even it is just a crystal ball made in France.

It is his luck that he hardly has to chase after woman. They always come themselves without his invitation. He likes to treat his guest in his house than visiting his guest at their house. He does not like to be a center of attention, so if you need his help, you have to look up for him. He lives his life in stability and simplicity. Every decision made are already "Sure" and carefully thought out. He will not do what he has been asked to do if he is not interested in doing it. He acts casually but in reality, he always doing things seriously.

He loves peaceful and quiet environment so in his free time, he will stay at home instead of going out and look for adventure. He loves nature and dreams of a nice and quiet house with lots of trees, or he may dream of a house in a beautiful countryside.

He will let you have freedoms and watching you in a distance. If you are over doing something, he will let you know by his icy cold look. He is the perfect lover in all the Zodiac for nothing he will not do for his love one. He won't allow people to laugh at him or think he is a joker, so he will spent for himself luxury for what it is worth.

He likes neat and well-dressed woman, so do not be a slop if you are dating this guy. If you do that he will loose his face. He is the romantic type who would dance with you under the moon light.

Love will make him shines and you will see it in his face. He will not say it out loud, you have to know it yourself.

THE BEST OF PART OF ALL THIS IS THAT I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

I’M SOMETHING ELSE

Money and Happiness

Money does not buy happiness. It just makes misery easy to deal with.