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

I loved Call Girl

Isn’t it interesting title? Those who agree can continue and those who doesn’t strictly leave right at this word – because this gonna be really interesting journey for those who finds interest in mature talk.

Recently I was sitting on my business with my partner who’s married since 7 years. Normally late night we got customers for CONDOMs at our medical (I have my medical shop and that’s what my business is apart from my job). We were about to close the shop and from nowhere a lady came.

Bhavin (my business partner): Yes please.
Lady: CAN YOU PLEASE GIVE ME A CONDOM?

I almost was about to say WHATTTTTTTT?. I have seen it few movies (namely I could remember KHWAHIS) where Lady goes to buy CONDOM but never occurred to me in real life. I was dumb and thoughtless that time. I just let Bhavin to handle that customer. She asked for few flavors and Bhavin chatted with her about quality of different brands. Finally she went away with ManForce chocolate flavored condoms(this is the latest flavor for those who doesn’t have idea about it). This is where our talk on my love started which I never thought would be published version of blog.

I simply asked: “Isn’t she dare girl? “
Bhavin: Yes she is. But, she’s call girl as well.
I said...whoever she is - I JUST LOVED HER (Don’t know for what reason, I just love anything I see new, strange or different).

I have been always open thinker about SEX and anything pertaining to this topic. I love talking about it, I love thinking about it and I am loving writing about it.

Our chitchat continued….....
Bhavin: There’s nothing to love her about. But there’s lot to sex her about. She is dirty girl – so stop thinking about her.

This is where I lost my mind. If she slept with few guys (I don’t know its true or not) for any reason that may be she’s helpless or may be she’s doing it for her personal ENJOYMENT - SHE IS DIRTY and you(BHAVIN) who enjoyed with lots of girls in college playing with their emotions - is civilized and cultured sophisticate guy. Isn’t it NOT FAIR?. It’s this society who has made it this way. Girls are highly vulnerable to SEX. If Girl makes sex with any guy- she is BITCH / Prostitute and Boys do it – they are 100% MEN.WHAT the F*&K is THIS?.

Moreover - There are lots of things about SEX which our society thinks as Dirty, shameful and Taboo – that people of this society embarrassed to do it(I don’t know how many of you feels disgust while reading this if you are also product of this society).

Bhavin: They don’t embarrass to do it, but for them they consider it as private interacting and for some it’s sacred part of Relationship.
JESS: Bullshit. Lack of privacy does not equal to SANCTITY. Most of our worst doings are taken in private and we normally save our only best behavior for public display. Isn’t it true? And she did ask for Condom in open - that is not fair enough for you.
Bhavin: But, there should be some set of limit when it comes to sexuality in this society. And this call girl is doing it for what? Money or fun? Do u even know that?
JESS: I don’t think sadder than “Man/Woman feeling they’d like to experience something” and hold back because they think, what they’ve dreamt of, fantasized about would violate “Limitations of society”. I believe is that lady did it even if it for fun, it’s out of this society’s product environment. She has her own way to say “F#&K OFF” to society, she doesn’t care.
Bhavin: Your society is not product of you; you are product of your society.
JESS: Wrong. Fact is - I don’t want to be product of my Society; I want society to be product of me. (Anyone remembered DEPARTED?)
Bhavin: you can’t.
JESS: May be – But I love those who are now for some reason not product of this society and that’s why I loved that Lady.
Bhavin: You are getting mad for no reason for her.
JESS: Okay, I have one question- how many girls you had sex with in your life?
Bhavin: say 15-20 girls, so what?
JESS:Still you are respectable guy of your society just because what you did is either known to you and me OR those foolish girls who you were with.
Bhavin: Are you comparing me with her?
JESS: No. Actually there’s no comparison  - she is doing what she is not ashamed of at least.

NEW Customer (male): 1 KAMASUTRA LONG LASTING Milega?

This is where we ended up with our conversation abruptly. I don’t know I made right comments or Arguments in better words or not. But I argued for what I believe. There might be and must be more/most people opposing my disagreements – but that should not change my opinion and will not......

THRILL of life - Get busy living or Get busy dying...

After a long time I get time from hectic (enjoyable though) schedule to write about which I thought of long back. It’s about a time when I first time saw a movie “Shawshank Redeemption” and heard a single statement which came out as title of this blog – “Get busy living or Get busy dying”.
This is about you, me and everyone who have joined some organization recently/few years back, leaving the comfort of your homes (or in some cases discomfort), to become something in your life. I am sure it feels boring to some fellows and for others it has been exciting to move towards achieving goals.

But Question to those who are excited towards goals is – forever? Till the end of life??

There is always a time in life when person is truly overjoyed – THRILLED in better words. U say it first day in new school/college or Organization - when you were getting ready, you felt ecstasy in your heart. Hell lot of Curiosity about new things coming a ways and enliven to unfold folded things. It’s thrill which I call as THE THRILL within we all that makes us feel truly ALIVE every day. To ask you is – how will you keep this THRILL shining? Or to put it another way, how to be happy most - if not all the time?

Where do these THRILL comes from? I think we all born with THRILL in us. Little children have a million THRILLS when little chocolate or toy can make them jump. They get THRILLS from creaky swings in the park. They do a daily countdown for birthday party – several months in advance – just for the day they will cut their own birthday cake.People running here and there for daily bread and I can see is only “THRILLS” keeping them feel alive.

But when I see older people, the THRILL is difficult to find. Recently I went to barber shop where I met one OLDER man who almost had experience of ~70-75 years life. It pinched my heart when I could not see this THRILL in that DUDE. I could hear from him that “he has lived enough and now he was ready to fly away leaving beautiful life gifted by GOD”. That said – now he does not love his life. In-fact as we age, the THRILL fades. People whose THRILL has faded too much are dull, dejected, aimless and bitter.

I did not get chance to ask why his THRILL is lost to that OLD guy, but I could only say him “You have not completed century Sir-ji”. Intentionally I used word: Sir-ji – I must mention. This was all I could do on that moment. It also reminded me Kareena in Jab we Met - in the first half vs the second half. That is what happens when the THRILL is lost. Instantly I asked myself if it will happen to me also. How would I save my THRILL? And all I come out with finest answers to this biggest question of my/your/everyone’s life.

Answer:
THRILL is like open FLAME. You have to feed it continuously and you have to guard against storms. To feed – we all have to have goals/never ending hope/unbreakable spirit. Try for it; try for it until you have it. However, never keep your goal to achieve something rather always have goal to do better every time u put new try. It is human nature when he gives try and cannot achieve fruitful out of it, he gets tired and fears to put new try again – but they normally forget is the point where they feel tired, they are losing their THRILL; they are cutting down their THRILL and why to do that?Just because they are tired? I used word Unbreakable SPIRIT – nobody born with it, It’s we who can nurture this SPIRIT. It’s our positive thinking; it’s our attitude that can change it. Few years back I got one SMS which is more worthy than you expect it to be: “If you want to achieve something which u never had, you have to do SOMETHING you never did”. This SOMETHING is nothing but giving a new try which u never did in past. NEW that said Complete NEW.

Success is to put a new try, strive, improve and achieve next level. Success is not Company paying you 7 lac per annum, neither its buying car nor house. Do you really believe buying Bungalows/Car/7 lac package is the purpose of life? If that was the case, Bill gates won't be working hard to make a better Windows, as he already have billions and billions of dollars. Neither Shahrukh nor Aamir would be working to get new challenging roles. Why do they do it? What makes them come to work everyday? They do it because it makes them feel ALIVE and they do not want to lose THRILL of life. They want to be busy in being ALIVE not being NON-LIVING. Just getting better from current levels feels good. You already know that you cannot become Tendulkar still you play cricket to achieve next level of expertise. Striving for that next level is most, most and super most important. Goal is to achieve next level in career, academic or any activity u take on hand – in short.

One more thing about feeding THE THRILL - don't take life seriously. I learned this from one Yoga Guru. When I used to go Gym 6 months back, my yoga teacher used to make students laugh during classes using dirty jokes(Non-veg jokes in better word ;)). One student asked her if these dirty jokes would take away something from the yoga practice. The teacher said - don't be serious,All you want to achieve from Yoga in the end is happiness and that's what my jokes are doing.

Normally people take it on serious track, when somebody criticizes their creation. My closest friend named Deepen (Don’t open your eyes wide Deepen if you are reading ;) :P), normally criticize or gets angry when I do not play TT well. He neither likes my service nor the way I copy/adopt other’s playing style. But will that anger or criticism break my spirit of enjoying TT? No – never. This criticism will not/must not blow my THRILL up. As I said may be I cannot be Deepen(Tendulkar) but I will reach my next level.

Eventually - It’s common human nature of not able to see good going of others (not talking about you Deepen – Relax, if you are reading :P). Today I write something, they will like it but they will also get jealous how I couldn’t write such things. They will start making criticism to overcome their jealousy (to strive for better criticism is also common human nature now a days :P :D ;) ). Some will say it’s copied from somewhere – he cannot write this and I will Question myself – did I really write that bad? I will be serious losing my THRILL and will write better but again I will have is Criticism. Normally we get dual opinions on our actions (it’s about all activities we do – Drawing, joking, writing, daily fun-masti, Work at office or anything). There is plenty of praise; there is intense criticism as well. My/Your BOSS will clap for good work and will condemn if we did it wrong. Be sincere towards your work but don’t hinder your spark by getting serious about it like “ohhhhh god my boss dint like it, what will happen in my appraisal?” – Damn f#&k it. If we will take it all seriously, how will we move forward? Or rather, how will we live? Where is our personal enjoyment? Life is never meant to be taken seriously. Life is very short if u really can see it. Start countdown Nowwwwwww. Get busy living or get busy dying. Final call is - BE HAPPY GO PERSON for all time.

Inspired from Chetan Bhagat's speech: jESS.

To be continued in Next Blog….