Warrior against Millions....

On small note but I found it most typical and funny way to get motivated….

2 days back I received SMS from a friend Nishit Zaveri on my cell...

"When you feel low, Depressed or useless...Always remember that you are the same sperm that won the battle against million others :D :D :D "

Isn’t it funny that we don’t realize how conqueror creature we already have been before we emerged out of nothing?

When nothing can create thing and thing defeats millions other things - how could you defeat yourself now when you are everything out of nothing that had created thing which already has defeated million things that could have been turned into million everything’s just like you? :) This fight you never knew when you fought as u were nothing, but fact is you did and won the race coming out as king of your own ….

Sometimes small messages leaves footprint in heart for years, directly touches the inner drive which channels up your positive thinking forever. Somehow this message did the same thing to me.

One way or another I feel when we ejaculate (loose) such million sperms and still feel the most satisfactory and magnificent moment being on 9th cloud, how you could feel depressed and useless on loosing something which hardly matters against value of single sperm.

Someone lost his wallet; he is sad…
Someone lost his car; he is gloomy…
Someone lost his job; he is terrible miserable…
Someone lost his girlfriend; he is discontented and cries for million times…

Now it's funny to accept the fact that girlfriend/boyfriend who ditched us, is just a 1 sperm which we ejaculate in count of millions, still feel like out of the world :) :D It’s just not up to girlfriend; it’s about everything else you ever had lost while fighting against or for it…

Value yourself because Fact remains same - I am the one who won against millions and you are also the same warrior since you were nothing… Additionally, biggest fact is - Now you are everything :)

I'm motivated.....Aren’t u?

Why so serious ??

Remember Joker saying “Why so serious?” in Dark Knight???

18th April, 2011,
Almost 6:00 in evening when sun is still about to set within hour rising down the level of evening humidity along with heat of April summer. Being on high-court Bridge, I could see a rough guy riding kinda racing bike over 80km/hour having Black spec ON. Within no time a car came from behind over 90+ speed on same track of the bridge. I couldn’t understand why horn didn’t reach to any of his ears blown by the car driver being in hurry. Car mostly tried to snatch the gap between bike and right end of the bridge. Being oblivious of car behind and deaf to horn, guy dint leave his track and in no time car gave left edge stroke to bike riding on 70+ speed resulting into lost balance and almost zero second to realize what happened abruptly out of air.

Bike along with guy scratched on the coarse road and guy never realized when bike was out of his reach. All he could see was bike grazing down with sparks on the ground and he himself was feeling harsh blows on right hand when he too was in same motion the bike was in. Both got stripped off in parallel for ~4-5 seconds and then bike was far away within next ~4 seconds. Guy tried to break himself getting thrown towards direction of front and without any common sense ventured his palms to stop himself. Before he could take his palms back another stripping blow on palms taking skin out of it. Finally he had to let happened what could have and dint make any try to save himself of injuries. In fact in the situation out of control, who can instantly apply logic when specifically guy hasn’t read best of “Accident se bachne ke 100 tarike”? ;) :D

~10 seconds and Game was over. Guy is ~20 Meter away gazing at what happened with almost consciously unconscious mind trying to recall what caused accident. Crowd came around and thought guy need 108 Ambulance. But……

With full Zeal guy stood up in not more than 15 seconds giving surprise look to the crowd.Man from crowd said “Either you are very fit or God is with you”.
He smiled and said “Both parts are true:)”. He looked back at Bike that is brutally broken and lying aside on bridge. Ohhhh my God – It’s GJ 1- LG 3426, my FZ-16. It took no time to realize I was really harshly pissed off right hand and both palms along with blow on back that already started acheing. This was my ~7th accident on FZ :). Funny part was – when I woke up and stare around I could easily see a board “Accident Prone Zone” ;) :D :D

I have seen several live accidents in front of my eyes but never had experienced. Of course it was dreadful on time but when knowing of being saved, it mounts best thank giving feeling towards GOD. I recalled when I was grazed on ground, one thought also had emerged saying “Am I gone today??? “ :). I don’t believe in luck but looking at what happened I don’t know what I should call it, as having no Helmet and getting knocked down on 80 Km/hr speed, still came out as no fractures, no head blow and being of no major vehicles around which again could have hit me out of anywhere. Then I thought if luck is there, why would I have hit this even? ;) :)

Answer lies in the most common mistake which normally this generation makes while driving. I must submit “Having Mega Bass effective ear phones on with Sony Ericson loudest music cell” was reason for harshly hurt hands and hoisted up ~3000 expense for bike repair. Miscellaneous lose would be my specs which was just bought from Mumbai trip. Overall I was digged into 5000+ debit from 007301546102 Account :).

Why?
Honestly speaking this blog is not about how brutally I was hit and how many days it took to recover my hands? It’s neither about suggesting all “Please drive carefully and don’t use earphones while driving”. It’s not at all about scaring others of driving on highway 80+. It’s also not about criticizing human monster that banged me down from behind and ran away w/o even single pinch on heart what could have happened after his knock. Neither have I wanted you to know how family reacts after such accident, nor friends :)

It’s all about how I took it. It’s all about experience. It’s all about “Bade bade desho me aisi chhoti chhoti baaten hoti raheti he” ;). It’s all about getting up and taking up. It’s about not getting scared of life. It’s about not loosing your Spark. It’s about being sincere but not serious at all (remember Chetan Bhagat?):).

My all friends in last few weeks advised me lots of bullshits. Some said why to go speedy – leave early if u want to reach on time? Some rumbled as u already had 6 accidents, still u dint change? Some called me and when I was laughing out of my situation, even they called me MAD. Some texted me “At least think about others if u don’t about yourself”. Some relatives and friends came home and keep insisting to take rest and never try to get back to work for some day (How ridiculous). Some also said I don’t know how to drive (Fuck off to them with Big man finger up :@). Some said “Take care” and some said “Hope your Dick is yet there” ;) :D :D

My sweet Mom of course is one of them who cried instantly seeing me the day I got handicapped for few weeks. She kept on saying again and again not to speed up bike for whole week as my time is no good as per Kundali. I had to lie how I met with accident for not to create scene that day. I recently came to know that she promised her god for 1 NAARIYAL for my quick recovery :) :)

A obvious Question is - What I wanted to hear? Why I don’t like the way my Mom had shown her love for his beloved son? (In fact Mom in the world is GOD itself) :). Why I am against the care and concerns shown by friends? Why I dint want to listen anyone? - After all they all want only good for me. So why?

Answer is – Spark of life. Why I should loose spark of life when something negative occurs to me? It’s not about CARE which I don’t like shown by them; it’s about words they use to show that care. It’s about making someone feel that he is really really met with a painful accident. I met with an accident once and they all made me feel again and again everyday :( :( :( Wasn’t it demotivating? Why should I be scared of life? Why should I not try to get back to life?

All I wanted to hear was: “jESS, u’ll get well soon. Then again be ready. Your FZ is waiting for you :)” Why dint anyone said “I think you can work from tomorrow”? Why dint anyone said “It’s okay jESS, hota he. Life is no good without accidents”? Why dint anyone said “you look fit yar, lets go for cricket”?? Why dint anyone said “Lets have Bear for accident party”?? :) Why din’t anyone said “Why so serious.....hmmm” ???

Care is all good until it demotivates you :)

I normally see when child collapses while trying to walk and starts crying, every parent picks him up and consoles him. But- why not to let him cry? All you want is –him to laugh every time? Why not to allow negative experience of life? When he will learn of getting back from dark side of life himself?

DPS School , 11:30 PM, Last week
Recently I went to National level Skating night tournament at DPS School where 5 to 15 years children had taken part. I truly overjoyed 2-3 skating races. Afterwards, girls group ageing 8 years came for skating. During skating one girl lost her balance and fell down almost on good enough speed. She started crying instantly and never got back to race. I shouted “Come on Get back to race…Go on…you can….” even I dint know her but she hardly could listen me among other people along with her parents who just stopped her right there. It was most Pathetic I heard from them :@. Honestly for me - it ends up in outrageous fury feel when someone doesn’t get up after falling down and quits race. Life is not at all about Quitting race, it’s about keeping it continue in any situation without loosing spark :) It’s about trying to bounce back with same zeal after hitting hard at bottom. Why should we change ourselves when something negative occurs to us? It’s not about rejecting the lesson of life, but it’s also about living the life :).

Well for an update, All I am is good with major dressings stripped off :), and already Started playing cricket and riding bike again long back even though recovery will take 10 days more. Its just I can’t loose spark of life in waiting. Of course I have my lesson after my accident but it’s not about quitting my bike or my speed, it’s only about quitting earphones while driving :) In other words, It's just my being sincere rather than serious... Bcoz - All I believe is “Why so serious....?”

It’s started ….

The bell is about to ring and the moment being waited for one year is about to embark within 10 minutes plus or minus 30 seconds. There can’t be, overriding the utmost freedom my childish mind gonna embrace with all wishes visually coming true in front of eyes which in-fact are no wishes; they are simply highly reverberated desires. One can undoubtly compare this feeling with little kid getting offered his favorite chocolate and it’s just a one hand away :)

The most wonder part of the instance was having knowing no meaning of planning. Bet me on that – things really works at peak pleasurable altitude when u r unplanned for something and ready to cuddle on whatever approaches your way drastically. Try it !! What the fuck is planning and why I need it? I really don’t know what I gonna do about it; still I’m waiting and indulging every passing moment glancing at my 90+/100 answer sheet. I already know that I gonna be among top three of the class this year too, still keep flipping the pages with no reasons putting my mind aside for desires I just mentioned about. May be trying to get it over and showing off to teacher that I still am brightest student who concerns for his last paper the way he does for his first ;) :D Honestly speaking – I din’t care ;)

Countdown starts - 10….9….8….7….6.…5….4….3….2….1….0…Bell rings !!
Wooooooooo……. Yahooooooooo…..yeeeeeeeeeeeee :D :D :D

THE SUMMER VACATION :) :) :)
Bell Rang and I jumped right at once knowing unknowing ecstasy that was bouncing in my heart since one year. A sildenafil integrated sex with the hottest girl having firm bosoms and bouncy butt also can’t provide the pleasure which I had having at that moment. It’s sensation that was Incomparable, Unimaginable and Unforgettable, called as FREEDOM :)

I never learnt waving final hands to all friends. I never had girls as friends; so no promises and fucked the care what other boys gonna do about holidays. I bothered for only one obvious part at that moment – THE CRICKET :)

Month of April , 2:00 o’clock Noon
It was April end sun which kicked off showing his extremeness at 2:00 in noon. But I already had declared “Sorry dude, it’s my time now” ;). I of course dint care to leave for home and was waiting for other school mates to draw gather soon on Rupal Park ground right in-front of my school. I recall few names Hiren, Gatti, Laali, Dilesh, Patel, Chirag, Hemal, Ankit , Babu, and some others. All mad about cricket and what I mad about was FREEDOM :)

2:00 PM to 4:00 PM – first match
Candidly speaking, I dint have proper shoes too on that time :( I used to wear slippers mostly. Never cared for sun screen lotions, no hand gloves, no cap/hat and also no protection of self using hankie on face even. Did I know the meaning of sun glasses? :( I was all open, definitely not fighting with sun; but at truth – I dint care about sun and what damn he can give :P Additionally, those days, I mostly had to be part of fielding only as Gatti, Hiren, Babu and Laali were the prominent cricketers; but the one who never complained was little jESS. That said just run in and out of ground behind the ball for 2 hours under so called unbearable sun and get nothing which hardly one can believe was FUN :). Being substitute on other fielders already had become habit and habit on this age normally rules over you :) Hence – double side fielding :( :( :(

Though, worth feeling was sweating just like getting drenched in monsoon. In-fact the fact is – Only initial part is irritating when you are sweating under 40+ degree; but once you are drenched all over, you actually start enjoying every drop of it on your smelling body. When sweating drops pass by your body, it’s magical sensation that makes you feel alive. I actually used to think them as DEAD who are shut down under Air-Conditioner at home watching TVs or sleeping after huge meal and never bothered to know what it is like to be under nature’s excruciating power. If you haven’t experienced the extreme, what life is worth for ??? Needless to say, freedom and cricket did cost my lunch too :(

However, I minded for nothing but Pepsi cola worth 1 Rs. Remember different flavored ICE COLA – Orange, Kala Katta, Mango, Khus, Rose, Milky ones??? They were no lesser than Divine source of energy those days. All fielding was worth if I had single ORANGE or KALA KATTA flavoring ICE cola(Pepsi Cola) after 2 hours of extremeness. I wouldn’t point out much about enjoyment in sucking favorite flavored ICE as it may raise other questions at this age ;) :D But I really miss PEPSI COLA :)

My words call it “Extreme Enjoyment at Extreme” – when your Slippers goes tattered and you have no other choice than walking bare foots :( I much alike remember walking bare foot having broken up slippers and every 50 steps, I went under nearest tree to make my feet relaxed. I won’t feel bashful telling the truth that I also some day walked on cow shit to feel the wetness for bare foots strolled down more than half kilometer on 40+ degree roads:) It really felt Awesome…. My teachers were proved right saying “Cow is our mother” ;) most useful and worth worshipped animal to Hindus :)

4:00 PM to 7:30 PM
4:00 to 5:00 was go home just to say Hi to mom, have some snake and revisit again for 5:00 to 7:30 cricket with Baka Kaka. Baka Kaka one of the best human being I’ve ever met, well known for crafting hard working people/cricketers all over Vijay Nagar who’s playing Cricket at his 60s but his enthusiasm still no lesser than 30 years . 5:00 PM to 5:30 PM – before starting cricket he used to made us run 2 circle rounds of ground followed by Catch practice and fielding practice – pointless to say under intense sun which is still to take 2:30 hours for setting off :( It’s really hard to bowl 60 balls continuously with run up of minimum ~20 steps in practice with Baka Kaka who does not count Spinners in his Evening CC team :) More than 35 players ageing from 10 to 60 years, to play for 2:30 hours and that too with the fanaticism and zeal one may have hardly ever witnessed. Honestly- after these 2-30 hours game i always was in situation to sleep in ground itself. These 2-30 hours have been most universally spent time of my whole life started from 5th standard every evening. I knew nothing about cricket and now I am proud to be handpicked cricketer of Vijaynagar team. All credit goes to – BAKA KAKA bringing me up and letting me know the meaning of Hard-work at every step of my life started from 5th of schooling :)

7:30 PM Onwards
Post Evening plans normally were to stray around for long walk with Hemal (my besty once upon time), hanging in garden playing Badminton, Catch me if you can, Lock and Key or Maar Dadi(my another favorite) with mates, enjoying ICE-GOLA with different flavors named Chicku, Chocolate, Rabdi, Orange, Anjir, Mava Malai and many more worth ~5 rupees each against Ice cream that may worth 15+ rupees. I hardly know if I knew when I had to revert myself back home once I’m outta there. Biggest thank to god for such indefinite FREEDOM :) Sleeping time was no concern as it used to be on terrace. Late night chatting with friends was habituated. Apex Flats crowd was well set for playing cards, Carroms and Hide and sheek(game called as Stop) till late night. Krutarth(10th failed now a days) was friend with whom I used to roam walking late 3:00AM after dropping Hemal at his place and stealing Milk bags from Janata Dairy where canes were shipped outside late around 2:30 AM. Coming back home with 5-6 Milk bags(Amul Shakti, Amul Gold, Best Milk etc. whichever possibly could be picked) of 500 ml each, total worth ~50Rs and sharing all with street puppies we had at my place. This was definitely craziest part but I hardly have anything acted upon which can not be counted as crazy, have I? :) I don’t remember when I used to sleep everyday in summer vacation :)

Next Day, Morning ~7:00 AM
Again, next day match is already set from 7:00 AM to 9:30 AM and 10:00 to 12:00 :))

12:00 to 1:00 go for Shaktimaan watch if saturday else my favorite KHANA KHAJANA with sanjeev kapoor along with little lunch, come back for another match or gather just to play friendly cricket under same agonizing and excruciating sun of April-May summer. Evening again with Baka Kaka till ~7:30 and then night roaming again and again :)
This schedule used to continue until all other school mates and flat mates are gone for vacation on their relatives or out of station. I never did. When they all were away, passing whole noon on Mario/Contra or Cricket at my place can be called as Gali Cricket with Jigar, Pratik and Paaras was mostly the spending time activities. Sometimes Marbles for whole noon with brother, Jigar and Paaras; sometimes whole noon in garden with Ravi and Mayur; Sometimes under banyan trees swinging myself with Akshay, Amit and other kids; sometimes playing Amli Pipli; Sometimes dangling using cycle TYRE made swing under tree; sometime playing with GILLOL and attesting our expertise on birds (why do I feel bad about it now?? :(); Sometimes….sometimes….at some times :)

April 2011, Ahmedabad
It’s started summer in Ahmedabad; but now why I’m changed chap? Why do I care more about myself rather than FREEDOM? Why I afraid to go out without sun screen lotions? Why do I need cold drink worth more than 20Rs when I’m outta home after even 10:00 in morning? Why do I cover myself from all side? Why do I have branded shoes, sun glass and cap on, still concerned about reaching home ASAP on my FZ? Why I’m afraid of nature as if it will knock me down? Why does it feel terrible when office A.C. is not working? Why I lost my mind if electricity is intercepted even for 30 mins? Why I need water every hour that too only chill? Why I am not the way I was????? Why ?????????????????? :) :) :)

Honestly - I want to be little jESS again :)