Late .... again...!!??

"LATE"... is what I am. That's what I have always been in every perceivable or conceivable situation of my existence.

Well, it could work to your benefit some times like when I first walked in late to my swimming class on the very first day. I was in third "standard" (meaning a socially acceptable academic state of being), I realized that all of the other run of the mill, punctual students had picked their swimming tutors while I, being late, was staring at the serenity of the pool and had no doubt in my mind that each and every other kid there was doing the same. I mean who would think about "selecting" (which basically meant running as fast as possible toward a line of half naked people standing about 5 meters apart, who were supposed to be tutors of swimming for the next 15 days or so) when there is a pool of crystal clear water that was gleaming in the still tender (if you can call it that way) rays of the sun at like 6 am in the morning. Obviously I was mistaken for there I was, standing and staring at people who were staring back at me. Now, after so many years of existence, this "typical" situation has not changed. I found myself being isolated, cornered from the rest of the group in the first few minutes and thus creating a barrier among the so called normal people and the ignorant late comers. And all this for just being a person who appreciates artificial nature let alone a real one!! well I said that being late is not all that bad because the chief of all the trainers who was one of those "could be a huge potential for the country" kinda people came forward and asked the the question which I have so "got used to" by now.

It was pretty basic and a simple question but for a developed mind (read tormented, criticized, underestimated, isolated) it feels strange. He asked me whether I was interested? I mean I was not in a 3 piece suit. Hell I didn't even possess one to pretend that I had been to a kids birthday party or which ever place is suitable to for a kid to wear one as early as 6 am in the morning. I did not look at him but said gave a "whatever" kinda look in general. But he was kind enough to take me into his team and train me. Which I must say has been quite adequate to play around in the pool even though barely enough to survive in the natural rapids of a river on whose banks is my native place. That's where you meet the real competition, the water and you in its own playground.

So the point is that in such a "one of a 1000" kinda situation being late helps. But, all the other 999 times I have blissfully gotten my self into a socially dispensable state of being for being just being plain curious. But I always wonder how is it that I see the hand of an external sabotage while others don't. An entity that is most cunning of all such kind in the entire galaxy. Something which can never be heard even by dogs let alone me. something which you can never see, which you can never feel ... oh wait no I think you can feel it until one fine day just when you thought it could not get better, it sheds it cloak and tricks you "big time" by ramming straight in the A**h%Le and then you realize that it does very much exist in every sense you could imagine.

I think its trying to take revenge on the puppets (meaning..aam janta) created by the GODS for he/she/it/they (god) did not give that entity any form of existence so that puppets like me could recognize it. So, instead of going after its Creator it went after the creators puppets and has been fu!@#ng around with the lives of the people by intruding into their their personal, professional, social, academic, marital, extramarital, cultural, business, and lastly even spiritual lives and the best part is that you don't have a choice but to be cornered and get helplessly stuck in the devilish clutches of it and get f*#@$d around until you realize that you just have to be smart. The idea of being smart is not the one on the line of the smartness of an MBA or that of a chess player or the one that is the greatest of the them all.. street smartness shown by the home taught business clan of the Marwaris and the Sindhi's and the Gujarati's (I don't mean no offence.. its just that I greatly admire their business sensibilities). Its the power to achieve direct cognition, to recognize it without any kind of moral, scientific, physical, chemical, economical or any measurable basis of thought. The cognition to feel it with your experience (read worn out a@#h%le) without giving it a thought even for a nano second for no rational thought process can define it, hear it , smell it, see it, feel it, escape from it (which would be a number one in my wish list) let alone understand it.

But hey.. you dare not ignore it for you shall repent it for your entire lifetime. Oops there you go ... I have broken the jinx, solved the puzzle for you .... no no its not god ... (I am on his side even though I have all the questions that I have mentioned above) the word is "TIME" that's it .... the most cruel, astonishing, real, hardcore, supernatural and fantastic entity that one should always try not to mess around with. The havoc created by TIME will be explained/ explored in gruesome detail in the blogs to come ..... I just pray its not ... LATE.....AGAIN....

Stay tuned....