Disease Check – Growneria


Time is passing by faster than we could have ever imagined. Change is a part that we live with and the more we ignore it, harder it is to recognize the obvious. It takes a while but there is a moment of clarity when you know you are right there. I don’t think you can clearly define some changes, but to those who keep their eyes wide shut to reality and proclaim to be I-am-young-at-heart types.. I can show some clear symptoms that they also might be suffering from the \”Growneria\”.

Symptoms

  • 6:00 AM is when you get up, not when you go to bed
  • You get to listen to your favorite music mostly when you are driving.
  • You check weather often.
  • You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
  • Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as \”dressed up.\”
  • Older relatives feel comfortable telling adult jokes around you.
  • You don\’t know what time coffee shop closes anymore.
  • Your car insurance goes down and your payments go up.
  • Realized that sleeping on the couch can make your back hurt.
  • You no longer take naps from noon to 6 PM.
  • Eating a pizza 3 AM is a bad bad idea.. instead you wait till morning to have 2% milk and Oatmeal cereals
  • You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
  • \”Yeah, I can drive faster than that\” replaces, \”Geez, that’s crazy, I\’m never going to ride with you again”.
  • 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer is for real work.
  • Your cell phone day time minutes are actually within the limits and that doesn’t bother you.
  • When you call your friend you no longer talk about the hot chick you saw in the last movie.. instead you tell him about the best investment plan
  • Weekends are to relax
  • You try justifying laughing on lame jokes PJ’s
  • You prefer to call up your friend before crashing at his place at 6pm
  • Movie review are must before going for a movie
  • You envy kids coz they seem to be outsmarting you in new technology
  • Kids address you as Uncle instead of Bhaiya !!!
  • Your key-chains have kroger / cvs / walgreen membership cards

I can’t embarrass myself more than this. Yes, all of those above applies to me. I am sure you might agree with me for most of those if not all.

On a different note, I completely enjoyed the track “Mera Jahan” form TZP (Taare Zameen Par). It has its own unique appeal specially with the treatment of music and fully justified vocals from Adnan Sami. Crisp sharp strumming and confident use of drums with the aalap similar to Kailash Kher’s “Teri Diwaani”.

And this phraze from the lyrics have left mark and haunts my soul

 

Udne Ko Sau Pankh Diye Hai
Chadme Ko Khula Aasmaan   

Mudne Ko Hai Karwat Karwat
Aur Badhne Ko Mera Jahan

 

Ok.. back to the point, I have the symptoms to diagnose “Grown-eria” but any treatments ? …

Shah / Nirav TM
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The God Delusion (my version)


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WORLD:

The world is like a manifold of truth and despair. Viewing angles have changed and so has the understanding. It muses me when I think of how we have changed this world. Michael Friedman describes the evasive technological advancement the world has gone through and he conviniently puts it in his book titled \”The world is Flat\”. Have we really made such huge impact on the world ? With whose consent ? GOD ?

GOD (?):

Ahh GOD ! I dont know why I always feel skeptic about existence of GOD. Ever since man has walked on earth, he is hard and cynical about life. His only goal is to make a difference in his world. He tries to change the very world that he, at times, claims to be created by the GOD – THE PERFECTIONIST.

Man (He):

A strange creature that walks on earth. Always trying to do something new and change the existing lifestyle in endless search for better. He surrndered the soothing gentle comforts of mother nature for steel/concrete jungle and limiting himself in a 10×10 cubicle and started calling himself \’Civilized\’. Yes, he did succeed, he changed the world, atleast his part of it.

This civilized man refused to adapt himself to HIS environment. Instead, he prefered his environment to suit him. He also built cities, roads, vehicles, machinery. But he didn\’t know when to stop. The more he improved his surroundings to make life easier the more complicated he made it. Now our generation is sentenced to 10 to 15 years of school, just to learn how to survive in this complex and hazardous habitat. Those who don\’t are then called \’uncivilized\’. While the civilized man, who refused to adapt this surroundings now finds he has to adapt and re-adapt continuously every hour of the day to his self-created new environment. A thing they was never needed before became a necessity.

Not to forget the increase in the level of possessiveness and competition that came along.. for name, identity and existence. A nature and resources that once was Opensource and accessible to all is now shared into proprietary ownership and confidential patent laws. Everyone\’s worlds are coinciding/colliding and the ripples generated are cummulatively grooming aggression and hatred. And now we have war and terrorism !

Sometimes I wonder… will God ever forgive us for what we\’ve done to each other? Then I look around and I realize… God left this place a long time ago.. leaving us with a hope that HE will return someday..

HOPE (DEVINE):

To me, it is all about hope. In fact, hope is a really important theme in everything I see and hear. My world revolves around hope and when I see evidence of hope in the world I am attracted to it. To me, hope is vital. Because honestly, the world is a pretty messed up place. In the midst of all this tragedy a little ray of hope is powerful. Hope is a frail thing, a precious thing, it is the one thing that makes life worth living.

\’GOD\’ Bless the world !

Shah / Nirav ™
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Destiny of Dreams


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Desires, hopes, wishes, needs, dreams, searches, quests, curiosity and many more words make up synonymous meaning to life. They come in stages and leave a mark. Each mark creates another hope. They grow, they build and they refurbish, but still they do exist at different levels. They create a harmonic imbalance in your mind and lets you believe that there\’s something more to life than just being ME. Eventually, you lurk to get back to the balance.

After a very rough day and total exasperation, I managed to get to bed early. Pleasantly moving in deep sleep, I dreamt of what I always had dreamed of. I was standing desperately at the conveyer belt waiting to get my baggage. I couldnt wait a second more to get out of the airport and be with those whom I always wanted to be with. I knew, there were eyes, deperately watching and waiting outside to get the first glance at me. Finally, I walked out of the airport with my stero-typical huge smile and eyes curiously anticipating some familiar faces. And my journey began …

Moving through scorching heat, shady neighbourhoods and unconditioned roads .. I still felt I was back home – a place where I belong to. Nothing and noone had changed except for the obvious physical differences. But the better part to realize was, they found me no different than what I used to be. It made me believe that I had missed nothing in these years and everything was the same. The only thing that had possibly changed was my love and understanding towards them. I felt more connected than ever before. Probably the distance is what makes one closer.

29 days – thats about 700 hrs of powerfull life force. Each moment felt precious and worth the memory. I , for the first time, felt the need to create days with extended hours – 24 weren\’t enough. Each and every passing day the marginal satisfaction was surpassing huge waves.

I did everything – long drives and wrong drives. Eating and repeating.. dancing and glancing.. … morning nashta to late night pasta.. birthdays, parties, gathering, gaming, laughing, screaming, singing, nautanki, fighting, mocking, teasing, pranks ………….. Ahh !

Now and again, I stand at at the conveyer belt. Things were different now. My eyes repeatedly turned back to see if I could see the same curious eyes, even a glance. But theirs were now wet and so were mine !…. And a little part of my journey was going to end.

Living and believing has something in common or else I wouldnt have had done both. Gone days wont come back, but I know.. something that would for sure would be ME.. I WOULD BE BACK ! With this new thought and a smile on face, I jumped back in reality with the some spiced up excitement to life with new hopes to chase !

Thanks to everone who made my dream worth while. Probably they wont ever know what they meant to me.

Bless all

Shah / Nirav TM
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Pun Elevated !


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The best part of my job is using the elevator – a machine with great gravity. Mostly its funny but sometimes goes beyond . Here are few best ramified generic scenes I mostly run into.

Scene#1: Me and MY Boss

*TINGGG*
-door closes-
Boss: Hey.. how are you ?
Me: Good morning..! m fine, thank you.. how are you?
Boss: M good.. did you see the weather ? Its getting cold out isnt it ?
Me: Yeahh thats little bit too much for me i guess. I just wish to be somewhere in south ha ha .. !
Boss: ha ha.. i wish it too, but thats michigan !
*TINGGG*
-door opens-
Me to myself: (Thank god)

This scene happens almost everytime I meet him. Among very few things common between me and my Boss is Michigan Weather, Hectic Days and Weekend plans and apparently these are the only 3 things we talked since last 2 yrs !! Infact I can just close my eyes and and pop in my headphone and still go through the complete conversation. Its that monotonous.

Scene#2: ME and Afro-American

I get in
*TINGG*
-door closes-
Afro: Hey waddup buddy. ?
Me: Aa… um Nothing much.. how about you ? (Phew..)
Afro: m just %^&#$%&# .. don kno no wha to tel (^&^*%*# itS bee layk aa#$%^tas d\’in gonna #$#^&*&^%$!,,,, HA HA HA .. !
Me: (I didnt get anything out of that conversation but still) HA HA HA
*tinggg*
-door opens-
Me: (suffocated and thanking god)
Afro: Hav a goo\’van mei !
Me: (after like 30 secs).. You too ! () [wiping off the sweat and start walking away]

The moment I see him coming in MY ELEVATOR (somehow I just owned one), I start praying – plz for God sake close this damn door. Not that I discriminate or hate them neither am I scared. But its just that I dont get what they are saying. I am sure they speak some kind of english … but I feel like a stupid, idiot staring like a dumb-deaf and mentally challenged kid – trying to figure out from lip movements – catching few words here and there, trying to re-construct/ re-arrange them in my own sentence and understand whatever that line meant and think 100 times before answering back ! (thats a bit too much of mind storming exercise as a morning start) I certainly dont want to mess with them.

Scene#3: Me and some UNFAMILIAR DESI

I get in
*TINGG*
Another DESI gets in..

– door closes-

I smile at him, and he manages to smile back to me somehow with great efforts and now he tries to show that he is real busy/important coz\’ his $5 made-in-china cellphone just intecepted an intergalactic signal. Now an extremely uncomfortable situation, where both parties are desperately trying to avoid eye-contact and are uneasily waiting for the tension-filled ride to end. By the time the ride ends, I would have managed to memorize the safety instructions on the side of the lift, while other DESI would have managed to type out an very important imaginary SMS (or SOS) to a supernatural friend living somewhere on the Planet Zoltan some few lightyears away to save the Earth.

*tingg*
-door opens –

M on my way and he is on his.

I don���t know why we do this, but the fact remains that we do. If you meet a non-Indian in the elevator, you would smile and say hello, but if you meet a fellow Indian, some would pretend as if the other person does not exist. It actually takes 2 months of bumping into each other casually, before ignorance led to eye contact, eye contact led to smiles, smiles led to raised eyebrows, raised eyebrows led to short ���hey���s, ���hey���s led to more pleasant hellos, and hellos finally led to a conversation. Why ? You are like miles and months away from your land and still this attitude ? Things need to be changed desperately ..

Scene#4 : What do you get when you put 2 Gujjus/Teluguites/Punjabi/Hindi/…. together?

Ha ha.. I just wish !

 

Shah / Nirav ™
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