…Clueless

April 1st is near. Get ready to play pranks on your friends. Here’s something I had done sometime back. It was not April 1st then. But I was getting bored & wanted to have some fun.

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Charanjeet likes Amit Pantri. Rahul Sarin (ME) emails Charanjeet n starts talking all crap. Read on!!
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Well 2005 was mainly a BAD & a SAD year for me.

Nothing went as planned. I know life is uncertain but everything was topsy-turvy.

The year started with me joining new tuitions for class XIIth. Everything was going smooth, I was actually going to the tuitions unlike 2004 in which I used to sleep sleep & sleep more…!
I was studying (YES!!!), attending school more than I had the previous year.

It was Mom’s birthday. Actually it was a day before her birthday. 7th July, 2005. All of us wished mum a happy birthday at 12 AM & then slept. Dad had come from Bhiwadi (Rajasthan). Everybody was happy… we were planning to go out the next day. But life is cruel. I woke up in the middle of the night, don’t remember what time it was. Saw the light in my parent’s room was on & my sister (roommate) was missing from her bed. I always sleep like a baby… deep sound sleep. Never ever wake up. But I dunno why I woke up that night, there was not even much noise.

So… I put on some clothes and as I proceeded towards the other room, my sister saw me. She rushed towards me. She looked tensed. She took me back to my room. She told me that Dad was not feeling well so they had called the doc. I asked her why they hadn’t woken me up.

But this is the biggest drawback of being the youngest member of the family. You are overprotected. It had happened once before too, in 1996, when dad suffered a heart attack. Though I was very young but I was never told where Dad & Mom had gone & what actually had happened to them. Actually, it didn’t quite bother me then, I was 7 years old, my grandma was there with me so I had nothing to be scared of.

Fast forward 10 years… it was different. I was going to turn 18 in december. I wasn’t a baby anymore. I asked my sister again but she said nothing. Just then my other two sisters made their way into the room. They told me not to go inside as Dad would get upset. I asked them again… what had happened? This time, Shivani, broke down. She came to me, started crying like crazy & all she said was “Rahul, something has happened to Papa, I’m so scared…!”.

I could speak no more. My elder sister, hugged me & was crying like a baby in my arms. I didn’t know what to say. All I said was Shivani its gonna be OK. She cried some more. But they didn’t let me go to his room. Finally, the doctor went, the lights were switched off. But before that, my mom called my uncle (mum’s bro) & asked him to come to Chandigarh immediately. That he did, from Faridabad.

I woke up the next morning, didn’t know how to face the truth. I didn’t know what had happened to dad. All that my sisters told me was that he was dazed & confused. I skipped school. I went into his room. He was asleep. I went to the drawing room. Mummy was sitting there, quietly sobbing. I went & asked her. She hugged me & started crying. I felt like crying too. But everyone in the house was sobbing. Out of the two male members of the family, one was down. I had to take over. I had to take charge. I consoled my mum. Asked her not to cry. Went to my sisters, consoled them too. After a few hours, Dad woke up. I went to him. He definitely looked dazed. Something sure was wrong. I sat there, casually & asked him how he was. He replied slowly. He was angry why mum had called the doctor at night when he was allright. But he wasn’t fine. I sat there, listening to him, he kept repeating the same thing, again & again. I kept listening. Nodding in agreement. I wanted to howl, I wanted to cry… but I couldn’t!!

Mamaji arrived. Mom started crying immediately. He went to dad, greeted him, enquired a little. It was then decided that we would take him to the hospital now for a check-up. We called Fortis, fixed an appointment in front of Dad. Just then, Mamaji asked Dad if he was ready to go for the check-up. Dad replied, “appointment toh fix kar lo!!”. Everybody was stumped! Just a minute ago, in front of dad, my sister had taken an appoinment. Dad didn’t notice… WHY?! My sisters & mum started making those scary , funny, nervous faces. My mamaji said jokingly that Dad must be joking, trying to tease everybody. I started laughing too just to ease everything.

Dad, mom, Mamaji & Mami went to the hospital. Came back. Broke the news. Dad had suffered a brain stroke. Mom was crying inconsolably. I just sat there, trying super hard to control my emotions. I acted all brave.

We went for dinner in the evening to celebrate mom’s birthday. No one was actually in the mood but it had to be done to make things a little better. Dad behaved unusually. I salute dad for actually putting up with everybody, going for the dinner even when he had no sensation in one of his arms, couldn’t hear at all from one of his ear, couldn’t see properly. But he never let us know that. He only told that to my mamaji.

One of my sisters, Garima had gotten her Lasik Eye Surgery done just one day before. So we had to take care of her too. It was all freaky!!!

Dad left with Mamji the next day for Delhi. Everybody was sad. They still cried. But I couldn’t. I dunno why but I simply didn’t want to cry. Not because I wanted to act all manly. But because now everyone was looking at me for support. This was the first time such a thing had happened.

I regularly missed school after that. All I could think about was Dad. Even he was worried about us. So it was decided that the whole family would leave for Faridabad & stay with Dad there. I attended the Freshers’ Party at school (17th July… m not sure though). As soon as the driver arrived, my mom called me. I left the party, came back home & left for Delhi.

Everybody in Faridabad kept asking me if I was allright. All the time, everyone’s eyes were fixed on me. Analysing me. I still could show no emotion. This overprotection was killing me!

Came back. Had missed a lot of tuitions & school already. Failed miserably in the first term examinations. Couldn’t recover at all after that. The tuition missing spree started. School attendance touched an all time low. Life was a mess!!

Then came October 7th. It was the last day of Sood’s chemistry class. I was all excited to go. I was driving my sister’s Kinetic Honda. I was near the Sector 19 Sadar Bazar. There was a lot of rush. But I was in control… only 30kmph. But just then, out of nowhere, an old lady came in front of me. BAM!! I hit her. I was shocked!! She was lying on the road, howling. I was shit scared. The cops came running. Shouting at me. I was all alone. I was not going to call Dad… no way! I decided to call mummy after sometime. She came, cried, pleaded. We took the lady to the hospital. Got her treated. But after a week, that fucking old retarted man called up my house & said that he was going to lodge an FIR. Dad & Mom had left for Delhi. The cop came home. Everybody hid. We didn’t open the door. We called Dad, asked him to return. He was at Ambala so it was not a big problem.

That thing was sorted out (partially). I failed yet again in the 2nd term. I failed once more in the pre boards. I had absolutely lost hope of passing 12th.

But then I studied, not much but still it was enough. I managed to attempt my papers well. I am definitely passing.

Shit happens! But its made me a stronger person. I no longer cry. I’m no longer scared of anything (lizards!!!). Though I’ve become more emotional & sensitive. I’m not the same Rahul I used to be till June 2005. I’ve grown up.

Small things can actually change you forever. Whatever happens, happens for a reason. I’m not complaining God. Its just because of you that I finally managed to pass!

The Navratras start tomorrow. Man… ! I need to go today itself & have chicken.

Well… I just have 14 bucks with me today… so I’m not all that rich.

But some people think differently. They tell me that I can actually make thousands of dollars if I mail ‘em back.

One person even said that my relative, “Macro Sarin” died & that I was going to inherit his wealth. Fuck… who the hell is this Macro Sarin? The sender sure is clever! How the fuck did he know my surname was Sarin??! That’s coz I receive all such emails on the Theka DaRu dESi account. I deleted that mail otherwise I would’ve posted that too.

But click below to check out some of the mails I received recently. All about a plane crash…

Fake Mails

Khanna came today… wanted some advice regarding his latest crush, Rehet.

As usual, whatever I say about girls makes a lot of sense. The sad part is I haven’t been able to find a girl for myself. My advice almost always works. Yehi to dukh hai… sukh baant raha hoon, par khud dukhi hoon!

Just remembered this thing about Khanna. When Dad was ill last year, he had gone to Delhi for his treatment. When he was coming back, the car stopped near Ambala. Dad called me up & asked me if I could arrange for something to get him from Ambala to Chandigarh. So as usual, I asked Khanna. His first reaction, I’ll drive down with you to Ambala & we’ll bring uncle from there. It was his birthday. He was to celebrate t\in just a few minutes with his family. I couldn’t have possibly asked him for a favour then. But what he said touched my heart.

Thanks dude!!

Just saw a new cutie in my sector! Maroed a lil’ gedas of her while she was standing in her balcony.

Came back. The weather is just mid blowing. Thandi hawa. My garden chairs got blown away , the winds were quite strong.

Listening to RHTDM - Zara Zara…. Divine…. perfect in this weather!!

Just one sip… just one!! My throat is parched… I don’t want water.

I want Pepsi… please… please!!
I’ll do anything… anything…! Just one sip!

OK, just heard this on television - Lata Mangeshkar is threatning to leave Mumbai cuz the Administration is constructing a flyover on the road in front of her house.

One guy said, Lata should go to Haridwar if she’s so troubled!

Its been a very boring day…

Had to give a 540 marks test… yes 540 marks! Fuck… it was tough!

My head is hurting bad…
Rang De Basanti DVD is what I’m downloading right now.

Tandem Felix is just buzzing with activity today… thx RC.

The Melting Pot is well…. dead today. I might post something in the evening.

Old topics just caught the interest of some people…

Went to the tuition in the morning. Gave a fucking test… 3 hours. The guy who took me to the institue, well his dad is an ugly driver. By ugly I don’t mean that uncle is bad looking or something, I just mean that he drives bad. And so does my sister.

Its all good till the time you don’t know how to drive. You enjoy the thrill… fast driving. But when you actually start driving the vehicle, you feel a lil’ nervous when you just sit there and the driver drives like a maniac. Human nature!!

Well shaving isn’t that easy! This was the 3rd time I had a reasonable growth on my face. This time I had the maximum growth. The previous two times, I had gone to the barber for a shave.

Before that, last year & even this year, I used to shave it off myself bcoz the growth wasn’t there, so why waste money.

Today I thought, why not give shaving a try again. Damn it sucked. It felt like I was doing it for the first time!!

Upper lip - 1 cut, Lower lip - 1 big cut, Chin - another cut!! Ouch!!

I’m going to the barber next time.

Lata Mangeshkar. She sings well. She sings beautifully. Everybody likes her. But not me… until today.

I had only heard the songs she had sung in movies like Hum Aapke Hain Kaun etc. Had heard old songs too but couldn’t recognize her voice in them. I used to hate her voice… piercing through my ears…!

While chatting with Khanna, who is a die-hard fan of Lukka Chhuppi from Rang De Basanti these days, I thought why not play the song myself. And I must admit, the old lady has sung it beautifully… the lyrics are great… the music rocks… n her voice touches the heart!!

Rang De Basanti’s music is awesome. That’s all I can say. A.R. Rahman has done a superb job! Should get atleast a “desi” grammy for it.