Human Monsters II

Recap(Human Monsters I): 5th August 11:30 --> Bopal Highway --> Cow Accident --> Crowd --> Amar --> Enourmous calls for animal help --> Private Doctor came - repaired - took 1200 --> Cow had tiny relief.

06th August, Bopal - 1:00 am.
1200 in hand and doctor was on his way back to home with free provision of 1 more advice: “Please move cow to safe place”.

Subsequent Duty was before us now.
Find a vehicle which can be used to carry cow to safe place.
1:00 o’clock and finding tempo appeared easy initially with heavy contacts all had but …..
13 calls again and there was no positive response. We attempted all possible phonebook entries who can come around up at 1:00 to help in carrying COW to hospital, but again we're retorted back similarly we had been, while finding a doctor.

CELL START and along with AMAR, I was on the way to find Goods carriages tempo. Intentionally – without permission we entered into one flower godown, owner of which normally use tempo to transport their flower pots and all stuff. Asleep was guy with big tummy open. I at once went through thought of – “Getting Hit by that owner with harsh bad mouthing which we might never have heard of”.Awaking fiend KING at 1:00 o’clock after entering in his kingdom without permission – what an IDEA Sir ji ;) :D . I was by then afraid of what gonna go next.

“Any one’s there?” AMAR yelled.
For 3 minutes, we were under good fate that OWNER was sleeping hard like Kumbhkarna.
“6th Call for help woke him up and right at 4th minute our ASSs were back on FZ(my FZ ;) ), when we also came to know he was asleep drunk :( :( :(. I won’t mention what never heard words he threw on us when he woke up due to Amar shouting for help – it was something expected and we got them CHAPPAR FADKE ;) :D

First idiotic and MAD effort was failed, but as I said - we already had chosen COW against situation. Besides I believe - 2 kinda people happiest in d world. MAD and KID. One should try like MAD to achieve unachievable and once it’s achieved he can enjoys it like KID !!

Time: 1:20 am (IST), 6th August.
Let’s go for second idiotic attempt.
We with utmost conviction in heart started stopping every means of transportation going on highway. We 6-7 people kept checking each &every van, automobile, truck, tempo - if anyone we could catch free to carry COW.We got the one but driver was not ready to help. He was drunk (normally drivers drink before night transport) and he was not sure he could help us. I tried to make him expressively poignant – but it was all in vain as he was intoxicated. We just had to let him go. We all about stopped 15 vehicles in 30-40 minutes and we did not have THE ONE till the time.

Time: 1:45 am (IST), 6th August.
We asked to number of friends who did have transportation occupation in BOPAL itself, if they can’t come we’re ready to drive ourselves but ended up with conclusion - it was our fault to rely on friends even. Someone’s tempo was punctured and someone’s breaks were troubled with. Someone had engine problem and someone had Gear and clutch halted. Concisely - none was concerned to aid that cow in moving it to hospital. FUCKING MONSTERS!!

We also asked to two night duty police guys if they can help us at this time. Instead of help they reverted back with “tum sab ka naatak bahot der se dekh raha hun…marne do na usko…tumhare baap ka kya jaata he?.....ghar jaao nahi to VAN bulaani padegi tum sab ke liye”. I could smell alcohols in their words and we went back with no reply. But honestly – I wanted to kill that Police Guy that moment.

Time: 2:00 am (IST), 6th August.
“We can also drive Auto cycle if we can have it” I said.
“Are u mad? Its ~20 Kms to ride tricycle with around ~250kg of cow.”
“But if we don’t have any other option, we can do this. Do u have any contacts for Cycle which is used for carriage vehicle?”
“But who will drive it?”
“We are 7 people here. Everyone can do it 3-4 Km. each. We will tie rope with Bikes to pull cycle along. One would be needed to handle steering”
“That can work perfectly”.

9898568246- tring tring ….tring …tring……HELLOOOOOO
“Alya Ashok? Tari cycle nu kaam padyu che la? Ek Gaay ne mukva javu che? Accident thayo che ahiya Sardar patel ring road par….”
“atyare?.....atyare nai mel pade Amar saaheb”
“tara bapa ni taal….magaj ni maa na parnis….ahiya lai ne aay cycle..Samarpan complex paase ubho chhu”
“kharekhar kahu chu be….puncture che pacchal na tyre ma”..
“tu puncture vaali lai ne aay…CH*DU na ramadis”…
“shu heran kare che la?”
“bhala maanas aay ne…nahitar pagaar kaapvo padse mare..”

Time: 2:20 am (IST), 6th August.
Ashok and his tempo cycle were with us within 10mins. He's working in Amar’s factory as a delivery guy. Thank god he saved his job ;):D. I was glad that at least we had something to go with and I was all set to – even if it needed very large scale efforts.
But - “God helps to those who help to themselves”. Automobile tempo came along with Mashabhai. Mashabhai one of the RABAARIs, staying in Bopal owning 4-5 Cows and 3 Buffalos. We inquired if this was 1 of 4-5 – but he said NO. Mashabhai came to help us on single call to him at home by Raju(one of among the crowd). HATS UP to him!!
Me and Amar said ALVIDA with humble thanks to Ashok and started to think about how to put cow in tempo.

Time: 2:35 am (IST), 6th August.
7 people and still it took tremendously huge effort to mount COW in 1 by 2 meter place on tempo. It was indeed not easy task to climb COW up. We even failed twice in between but on 3rd shot we did it. Hands got red along with clothes – Blood of COW.
I had immense respite that we’ll make it now within 20-30 minutes to an end!

Disappointing part was - We hit with many fucking monsters again at each step: ALL the friends who suddenly got problem with their transport vehicles, a moron sleeping drunk at flower godown, all truck drivers along with drunken guy who stopped and did not help. But as I said – I mostly wanted to KILL one FUCKING MONSTER among them who said “marne do na usko…tumhare baap ka kya jaata he?”

To be continued as “FINALLY - WE DID IT”

HUMAN Monsters ...

I along with few finest people did it. We just got it done that day. But this post is not about me(we) – It’s about OTHERS whom I regard as HUMAN MONSTERS.

05th August, Bopal - 11:30 PM.
“……..Will sit late tomorrow” was the last I heard from Bhavin, when we were closing our shop. 17 hours work and Bhavin can’t stand anymore. Morning 7:00 am to night 11:00 pm – it sounded fair to me. Bhavin was drowsy after 17hours of work.

CLOSE – LOCK – FZ – START – 1...2...3...4……5th GEAR - we are on the way now. Bhavin sitting back of me, was hoping to reach home by 11:20 and devil’s sleep. BUT……………
A crowd came into picture as of 200 meters distance and I was curious to dig about it from closer. Normally crowd gathers when some accident takes place – I thought. And that’s it. I caught it precisely correct. I went closer to crowd and I could see COW lying on ground – needless to say most HOLY animal of Hindu religion. First thought – IS COW DEAD? When I was few steps away I could hear whisper: “COW is breathing”, “Did anyone call doctor?” what’s municipality number?”, “Ketan, give me ANIMAL helpline number”.

My first and most brainless question: what happened? (If wildest guess had been an ACCIDENT and it would have been true)
AMAR (guy among crowd): Don’t you see it? A motherfucker retarded drunk truck driver knock the cow down.

I preferred to be silent for a while and started observing cow which was brutally hit.

“Cow was in senselessly lying in her own blood spat around. Palm was injured and plenty of bleeding was visible out of it. It got me sharper blow when I saw that her rear left leg was two parts – although attached. Agony of pain and still lying there calmly was a bit mystery. May be it was because of unconsciousness. However, Eyes were wide open and could see serene suffering which cow never revealed with blow to anyone standing there or may be she was not able to. More than people standing as crowd, were the dogs around sniffing and getting ready to attack that helpless cow. Periodically any one of crowd kept throwing stone to keep them away from cow.”

An insane man from crowd lifted his broken leg to show other boy that bone is busted and I immediately gave him the best word I could : ”You @#$%%$#%&^………….. If you can’t feel her pain, don’t reveal it to others. Better get out from here.” Amar also slapped harsh words on him along with me. One by one few of around followed me and Amar, and that Guy was out of that crowd in no time.
“Thank God” I said. I don’t want beast or monsters – I want humans at once.

Now toughest work was to do. Tasks (in better term –Duties) which I(we) as human being had to perform.
1) Search for Doctor (I was not sure of called up doctor. I had to look for more doctors)
2) Search for one Tempo or any other vehicle which can carry cow to PANJARAPOL (its place where they keep animals under treatment especially Cows).
3) Count no. of positive people which can lift cow to tempo and can assist till accomplishment.

Needless to say 3rd task was the toughest one. You can have enormous advisers in such time rather than helpers. So were here also.
Some said “Cow cant live more than 4 hours…..cow is hit from inside and we cant help…..cow is old(fucking blind)…..why do cow rambles around on highway? - and it kept going on...................” I was already out of my freak hearing all these crap AND - Bhavin also came out as one of them(I came to know the same day).
“Cow should be moved aside and let her be there for night. Tomorrow morning Municipality people will come and collect her.” - said Bhavin.
“You can start walking home (14 Km only), I wont leave COW here. By the way, you are very loyal to all dogs around I think. Get one or 2 among them too.” – sounded THE ANSWER; so did I retort.

I started dialing number of numbers for Animal help (unknowingly Amar had already tried all of them). “Doctor is not there….I cant give his number….bring cow in morning…..call this helpline number….call municipality…..Switch off…..Ringing…..” – All were responses I collected for ~9 numbers I tried asking for aid.

“Hey, I already have called one Private Doctor and he’s on the way. U relax for now.” said Amar.
“How much time it will take him to be here? Which area is he coming from?”
“We sent a car to pick him up”
“Whaaaaaaat? Car to pick up doctor?”
“hmmm. I tried 5 more numbers than you tried, but didn’t get anyone. Finally a doctor was ready but needed someone to pick him up.”
“But to pick him up – A CAR? “
“I asked to send boy on Bike but he refused….kya fark padta he? We need doctor…fir who CAR me aaye ya BIKE pe… ” said Amar.
It sounded logical. Something in anyway is always better than Nothing.
“He must have talked about fees. What’s his fess?”
“1200 Rs….but that’s alright I will handle it.”
“Money does not matter but what matters is - 1200 Rs. to see one cow?”
“He’s private doctor. Kya fark padta he? You have to choose Cow or 1200 Rs. I have chosen Cow.”

I was really impressed with Amar’s words. This was one of the best lessons in my life - If you choose something choose it till end.

Doctor was there in ~20 minutes after our conversation. In between, I and other two kind fellows(waiters from HAVMORE) got water for cow, but it was of no use. We sprinkled and tried if cow drinks it, but cow was unable to raise her mouth even. It didn’t seem good idea to force anything on COW.
Instantly doctor checked cow’s situation and got pain killer injection out of kit. One more sharper blow on COW and Pain killer was in. “CORONA “ointment and few cotton gauze rollers for dressing toe of cow and it's done. Doctor can not repair her wrecked leg instantly;that was obvious. Cow needs hospital which was 20 KM from the place the cow was lying on.

“Though I had tiny relief that pain will fly away within few minutes and cow will start fighting back to her misery. Thanks to 1200 Rs. and my best honor to Amar.”

On same instance,I kept asking myself - Are humans not eradicating and monsters rising everywhere? Doctors, who did not respond, did not pick up calls and fucking replies of Animal help lines, discouraging and hopeless suggestions from crowd. People who went by and did not bother to look at poor animal or those who looked at and never stopped– are they humans? What if this accident occurs to their children or families - Would they expect NO HELP from others? Would Bhavin have left her Girlfriend here if she had been with an accident? Would that nauseating act of fellow of showing broken leg to his friend without sense of pain, be tolerated if had been himself instead of cow? “A doctor can not come without CAR”- that was the strangest part. Though he helped us, I could not digest it. 12 minutes and 1200 Rs in hand. Was it fair?
Why can’t they be simply humans? If they don’t feel – how do they live? – I call them HUMAN MONSTERS. Sad part is – there are countless HUMAN MONSTERS all over. It’s quite apt to chop off HUMAN word and label them – FUCKING MONSTERS.

To be continued as HUMAN MONSTERS - II..............

Once Upon Time in __________

8:27 am in morning and I am 3 minutes away from my cabin. The day I started working as Project lead, my timings have been changed to give a chair first touch of my ASS and the last touch of the day(that allow my chair to breathe out of my ASS :)) ). Well, it’s not because I always find loads of work as lead, it’s just I need some more time to surf ;) :P .

“Champa and Chameli are friends now”…..“Pussy cat and Mini meow shared a link”……“Mallika was tagged in the album”……“ X commented on Y’ status”….. This is all I start my day with on FACEBOOK. Every morning I have immense zeal to check my FACEBOOK updates more than my Official mails in the office. I don’t know how and why I can’t resist myself from punking into friends and their girlfriend’s status messages + comments on each of them + comments on comments to make it chain of comments, smart and sexy videos shared across single link, daily fortune cookie, lucky numbers/colors, new photos on albums + comments + comment multiplied by comments, Farm ville, CHESS championship, cricket, pool and games over games – etc. etc. etc. One never misses chance to show off, to exhibit their most natural and drastic talent of commenting on daily updates of friends. So do I. FACEBOOK has evolved generation into single click – yes, one click and you are into the Matrix of friends, colleagues, girls, activity partners etc – everyone you want to be in contact with. There is endless to write about incredible though highly interactive work of Mark Elliot Zuckerberg (I am sure more than 95% of people who are using FACEBOOK accounts doesn’t even know the GOD of FACEBOOK. Well they even don’t need to, bcoz that was not the aim behind creation of FACEBOOK :)). Well, But the fact is this blog is not about FACEBOOK, It’s about ORKUT.

Once upon a time in NIT, when I started with my first ever(I have 3 accounts on ORKUT) account on ORKUT. It was the first website I used as Social network for friendship and a community hub in last year of college coming out of Yahoo chat, mail etc. Last semester and we had to submit project at EOS (end of semester). It used to be more on lab during that semester with expectations of coming out with great deal of work on project we handed on. But – the day we came to know they’re internet access terminals, we banged on it. Software Engineers and Internet– together it sounds like FAAFADA AND JALEBI (cant thought of them separately ;)). I started scribbling on my ORKUT account about my profile with lots of stylist framing of words and with facts which never were facts about me ;) :D . I chose best of my snaps to put it on ORKUT profile photo. I initiated connecting on ORKUT from college mates. I started making friends an ORKUT friends(This was really strange that friends became ORKUT friends now). One part of being glad was - even if we all gonna go in any corner of World after placements of college, we all going to be 1 in All and All in 1. ORKUT gave smile to all pals who never wanted to drop contacts apiece.

Sooner or Later as it was expected new community was shaped – Nirma University. Everyone started joining it and sooner the count of members reached above than expected. NIRMA was divided into more sub communities (actually they were separate communities) – NIRMA COMPUTERS, NIRMA CRICKET, NIRMA ELECTRONICS, NIRMA MECHANICAL etc etc etc. Today – it reached to 2325 members of the NIRMA UNIVERISTY and I keep thinking do I know them all? NO – but All I know is - I can know them anytime.
Well this was the era of ORKUT. Not only college friends, it went across a huge network across the globe. Everyone started jumping on ORKUT leaving their other networking tools. It went on and on with unstoppable force. I even have seen Cyber cafés being full of 20 people and 19 are playing on ORKUT. Even mobiles starts with ORKUT and end with it. Every day thousands and thousands people got connected via or in better words WITH ORKUT and number went on in Millions in short term. OLD friends, new friends, sweet friends, sexy friends, cool friends, hot friends, cousins, niece, nephew, uncle, aunt, teachers, students, businessmen, doctors, patients, activity partners, dating people, love funters and sex hunters, girlfriends, boyfriends, prostitution, gays, Lesbos, crime monsters. EVERYONE YOU COUNT ON WAS ON ORKUT - EVERYONE. Honestly speaking I found my more than ~80 friends whom I lost my contacts with after schooling in 4th and were my best pals. You can run, you can hide but you can’t escape ORKUT ;) :D

Everyone was connected with single link. More and more people were getting in and in and in - now being part of this Matrix (I don’t know why I keep using this word, but ORKUT world reminds me MATRIX - A Computerized software system which is replacing real humans with their profiles and their emotions with Smilies ( :) ) and Winkies ( ;) ). They are not real, but seem no lesser than real.).

However - anything which starts with bang must find a way to end or to fade away. Now change was inevitable. Things have to change – one way or other way. People always seeks for better, newer, safer and innovation. In mere words - FACEBOOK is IN and ORKUT is dropping its RK. I guess, now viewers can fill in the blank of my Blog title.

I was quite surprised to see the news in the headlines few days back about the deal of Microsoft with the social networking site FACE BOOK ( http://vista.blorge.com/2010/02/06/microsoft-and-facebook-forge-new-bing-deal-on-search-and-advertising/ ). FACEBOOK is a 3 and a half year old social network. Microsoft’s entry into the social networking venue has raised quite a many eyebrows over the fact that “Microsoft paid $240 million price for 1.6% stake in Face book. This clears the view, world’s largest software maker, crudely wanted to deepen its relationship with a startup that didn’t have $200 million in annual revenue”

I did look around for the reason as to why Microsoft prefer FACEBOOK over ORKUT and was surprised to see that FACEBOOK users are more than the number of ORKUT users. The main reasons for users liking FACEBOOK what I could find were:
 From an overall cosmetic and customization point of view, FACEBOOK is a much more professional looking whereas ORKUT looks somewhat unfinished.
 FACEBOOK's Mini Feed feature is useful in seeing a quick snapshot on the latest happenings within your network.
 The ease at which you can customize layouts within FACEBOOK, especially the drag and drop option.
 The ability to supply how you know a person (through school, other friends, work, randomly, etc...). This is especially interesting when you and one your contacts know the same person, but through different ways.

The only reasons why users like ORKUT were:
 The only point where people seemed to love ORKUT was – it’s easier to find old friends and colleagues as compared to FACEBOOK. The only drawback of FACEBOOK was that in the resistance of a beginner to join in for the first time.
 I like how you can see the number of times your profile has been viewed with ORKUT.
 Integration of Google chats.
 Ease of creating communities and groups even they are repeated and create your own world.

I have loved ORKUT ever since I joined it and I liked FACEBOOK too. But FACEBOOK still hasn’t impressed me to the point to digest the fact that Microsoft has ploughed in $240 million.
Well, I think I will say ALVIDA to ORKUT very soon. But what will remain forever is - “ONCE UPON TIME IN ORKUT”.

Extreme enjoyment at Extreme times...

It's really easy to enjoy part of blissful life which life itself offers us to do - Everyone experiences moments in life when they are overjoyed – But that’s not all. I sometimes can’t enjoy or merely enjoy where others can fairly enjoy what life has offered. I kept asking "why" to myself and I got the answer: Extreme enjoyment @Extreme last month – a new definition of enjoyment.
I would never have known Extreme enjoyment @Extreme if would have acted wise - to tell you the fact.

Why not to start with 16 JULY, Bopal Highway, 11:55 pm ?
Normally we close our shop at Bopal at 12:15am, but as it was raining past 2 hours, could not find any customer lately and were sitting idle for more than 2 hours. Rain always has been my companion in happiness. I LOVE RAIN – just damn love it to ride on my bike in rain. It takes ~20 mins to reach home from Bopal at night driving on 60-70 KM/hour. But as it was raining I felt it safer to drive on 25 to 30 that said minimum 1 hour to reach home. When I started from BOPAL, it was fun with initial drops of rain. As I reached on highway,climate went damn horror. Rain on highway was torrential and it was too with FURIOUS wind. I had to drive slow as rain was bluntly slapping across my face(I DON’T WEAR HELMET – IT’S MY STYLE ;)). I preferred to stop for a while till Rain goes calm. I stopped bike and started enjoying rain on BOPAL Highway Bridge, but this Rain was unstoppable with relentless wind. I felt chilling from within (normally it never occurs to me in rain). I hardly miss any rain in monsoon still never felt cold in past; but that day freezing wind was culprit I believe. From nowhere I started shivering and cold started showing me it's correct nature from inside.I had no option than to kick my bike (Oops sorry – FZ doesn’t have kick :D). My frosty body started suffering when did drive across the rain. I was not knowing whether I was enjoying it or not, but suddenly Rain seemed to me challenging(I normally talk to my friends that I love challenges like SRK of MOHABATTEN but suddenly I realized “kitne gappe marta hun me?” ;) :D :D ). If I can get somewhere KEETLI where I can be warmed with hot coffee. But, mere CHACHA honge raat ko 12:15 baje? Aur who bhi - on highway in such rain to sell coffee worth 5 Rs?

I had no other option than seeking for Restaurant/Dhaaba and get some hot soup to kill this shivering. I knew was – after 5-7 Km, one Restaurant is there but wasn't sure if it's open for night. I had to collect all my energy,Positive thinking and confidence to reach there(had no choice other than these ideals which normally I speak about in interviews to impress interviewer or may be to fool them ;):D). 5-7 KM never seemed this long since I had my FZ, but today it was “OHHHHHHHHH MYYYYYYYYYYY GODDDDDDDDD”. But as I said I had no choice, so I was ready to fight with rain once again. I could only think on that time how would SAILOR do it in sea with no hint of direction and only ship as his companion(I saluted them by heart). If I can’t stand this much rain, how would I stand against those people(you better don't even imagine). But as I said culprit was bone breaker Wind. I was shivering like hell (HAD HAPPENED WHEN I HAD MALERIA IN COLLEGE 1ST YEAR).

I was driving and suddenly picture came across my mind “Mom to me: Varsaad ma paladava na jais. Maando padis. Aava varsaad ma na rakhdis. Hey Bhagvaan mare aane shu kahevu? etc etc.
I also recalled my responses “mummy tu taru kaam kar. Aaj sudhi maando padyo chhhu to have padis? Tari jem ghar ma besi ne enjoy karta nathi aavadatu mane…..” Nd now I was out of home enjoyment seeking for inside of home enjoyment. I started cursing my past responses to Mom, but that was not enough as I said.

~4 KM more to go. So this wasn't enough, god again pinched my heart. I saw a Girl along with her friend cum boyfriend (normally girls says he’s just a friend now – we have broke up etc. and people finds them doing their post break-up duties ;D) going on Splendor bike,sitting AIR TIGHT and enjoying warm of each other in this icy rain.(F*&k off my FZ which cant buy me girl at such golden time :( ;D :D ).

I kept moving at speed of max 22 km/h. Lots of memories were scratching my mind. Situation reminded me the day I dropped “Khushi”(my schooling friend) to her home in such rain and how I pretended that time being the most vicious guy never hit by cold(normally I show off my strength and I had “to Pretend” as my strength on that time).She and her mom(Jagruti aunty) offered me coffee that time and how ignorantly I denied to just show off that I was hot guy.(Ohhhhhh aunty, I AM SORRY yar. Get me some coffee this time). It’s human nature (at least mine) that whenever we get into gigantic trouble and there is rare way to get out, we starts regretting about wrong deeds to god. I too said sorry to god for rejecting that coffee 4-5 years ago.

I knew was – Mom will definitely call me when I am later than 12:45. I could not receive the call in the rain and thought of calling her back once I reach restaurant. Normally I never care to call back to mom, but today dont know why :(.

~3 Km to go. Now what? Nothing - keep fighting, keep moving and keep thinking. I recalled when I used to eat garama garam DAALWADA in rain. I recalled when I did not have bike and still used to enjoy by walking in rain with my friends Dixit and Archan. I remembered the school time when in such heavy rain, my mom used to come to receive me with single UMBRELLA. I recalled the day when I used to play cricket in such rain with BAKA KAKA in vijaynagar ground. I remembered my OLD home when even on denial of my mom I used to go to terrace. I remembered…………I remembered……I remembered…….

~2 Km to go. I could feel darkness today. It was dreadful. Lightning cracking and kept scaring me (chhote bacche ki jaan lega kya?). I kept moving thinking about GOD who has enormous power of nature which I had just a tiny glimpse of. I realized that it is just a 7 Km - I am not able to cross, how if God had put 50 KM? This gave me slice of positive thinking which I almost had lost.

~1Km to go. Turning point. Again it’s nature of human body when destination/target is about to accomplished, blood starts moving faster in veins. I was waiting for my triumph which I only know how I conquered. All thoughts went dead when I could see some light of restaurant far on highway. Flashback disappeared."Who Mom? Who God? Who Khushi? Who Aunty? Who Baka kaaka and who the f*&k are Archan/Dixit? (BHAAD me gaye sab ;D :D)." I suddenly and abruptly moved concentration to my goal – Soup which is more or less equal to LIFE at this time. I already was counting on “which soup? Which soup?” …"Hot and sour" I ended with – as I needed to get out of cold.

I am reaching closer to it, more closer to it and - more and more closer to it. Ecstasy is at highest level to achieve single cup of Soup. One and only 1 concentration. World was blind to me and I was blind to see it. I can see my destination and even if GOD comes across now, I was ready to fight. I increased speed to 25..27..30..35..40…45..50….and THREE WORDS are open….
I MADE IT……………
Reaching there I realized the grand truth of Extreme Enjoyment. I felt, I in real meaning had achieved something. I went in without any permission or notification and asked for SOUP to waiter. Waiter exhibited merciful gesture towards me when i was shivering.I was poor fellow to him. I was waiting for SOUP the way captain waits for World Cup after winning final match.

But God had written something else in Luck if Luck exists. I had to fight with my luck now.
WAITER: Sorry sir, Kitchen is close now. U want some snack?
JESS: (In mind)Teri maa ki…$%@#@....$#$^@#@....7&^&%^&%^……..%$%^%@........65^%^$#@#@...

Extreme Enjoyment @ Extreme starts now!!
I had chosen something vigorously and that something didn't choose me. This was the point I had to go MAD and CRAZIEST i never have been like. I can’t afford this. I never even had thought of this. I just can’t stand it. I had to answer my luck – that “F*&K YOU”!! I don’t know why I did this but I had to do it bcoz if my Luck chucked me down, I also had to show that I am the F*&ker of Chuckers.
“Waiter …… Can you get me 2 ICE Cream? CHILLL and ICY? … ya uske liye bhi kitchen kholana padega?? ”
Within 3 minutes, ICE CREAMs WAS ON MY TABLE. Waiter was staring at me but I ignored him. I was sure he looked me as “ALIGADH GUY”. But as I said “I CANT STAND IT”. I had 2 ice-creams out of chilled freeze. I also asked for Chilled Coke. I had it with the utmost proud and indivisible attitude.With each spoon of ICE-CREAM, I sensed of showing my BIG MAN(Middle finger) to my luck. I can’t describe in words what this enjoyment was. My heart knows this madness was something I never enjoyed before. I found answer to question that - why MAD/CRAZZY/PAAGAL people are the happiest people in the world. This madness was my life time achievement award - I must commit. I called it as EXTREME ENJOYMENT @EXTREME which was not offered by life - but i created and enjoyed it.
That day I came back home with most powerful memory of my life which gave me triumph on my life with knowing the concept of “Extreme Enjoyment at Extreme”. I din’t take shower with warm water. Just went in my bed-room, took towel, threw it and I don’t remember when I was already sleeping.
Needless to say- I was ILL for 2 days later on