Ending In Ice......

I never wanted to leave the place where I was once born…. Because free food and affection that too free of cost is so rare now-a-days…… Hats off to my parents who never stopped all those despite of having a scatty son in me……I was then 18 years old and had just completed my graduation…….It was decided by my family that since I was not that civilized, Delhi would be the ideal place for me for my further studies…I was at station with tears in my eyes and the entire family with all my bro-in-laws were probably there to say “ please for heaven’s shake don’t come back again “……But then probably their goodness didn’t allowed them to say so……I with a depressed mood, accompanied by a scary looking colleague of my bro-in-law stepped into the train…..I stopped crying when I saw a beautiful girl in my bogie…….My bro-in-law’s colleague dropped me at my college’s co-stay hostel but saw many couples sitting in the garden……Crap……That Hitler told that to my sister……Within 7 days, I was shifted to a private house with two room partners with me……Huh……Somehow life began once again after such a frustrating start…… Eventually I came to know that both my roomies were desperately after my house owner’s beautiful daughter who used to smoke when her parents were away …… Well…As a consultant I got the opportunity to consult my first two clients at Delhi……But my clients were always shown red eyes whenever they delivered the filmy dialogues to attract her attention …….Crap….Now it was time to protect my image as a good consultant…..And so I had to think despite of my sister’s warning who once suggested me never to think to come up to an idea as I was always worst at doing that……There is a famous saying “Always choose the back door if someone has slammed the front door on your face”……Well….I had to do that for my clients…. Since aunty was very sympathetic to me for my incredible singing abilities, she sometimes used to call me to advice me to concentrate in my studies…… Afterwards surprisingly one day she gave me the charge of helping her daughter in Maths….. All of a sudden I became the most respected person in my flat….. My roomies started doing everything to please me …... Once again I got free food and brother hood even after staying away from home…… But the God never wanted to see me happy for long……Her marriage was fixed but I was forced to listen Jagjit Singh and Gulam Ali by my roomies as suddenly they found taste in those pakau gazals….. Both my roomies have become proud uncles of 2 naughty kids who now use to call me Masterji like their mom and dad…..

When somebody tells you nothing is impossible, ask him to eat monkey’s crap.