My spiritual Jagran

Then they lead me inside a room.'Where am I being taken to?',I asked.The sage smirked and asked politely,"Son!Do u know my name?".I couldn't answer that & before I could blink my eyes,5 thundering slaps put my jaws into 'comma'.I could hear a couple of mosquitoes singing around my ears.Then the sage pointed towards the fan and asked,"Son!Can u scold it for 5 mins?".I had not watched too many Hollywood movies till then and Vishal Bharadwaj's 'Omkara' was far from being scripted in 2001.Surely I was not upto the expectations.So he blessed me with some more 'taste the thunder' types blows.

That was the beginning.From that day onwards,for next 2 months,the sage flanked by a few other holy souls used to pay a regular visit to my hostel room.Soon I realised that these visits were better known as "Ragging" among common people.And for some inexplicable reasons,I was doing a 'crow dance'(Remember 'Jise dhundta hoon main' from 'Dil chahta hein') at 3 in the night.I was gradually blossoming in2 a multi-tasking robot--from a 'vodka'delivery boy 2 a 'shameless proposing machine',from being a midnight entertainer to a smiling boxing bag,from an ever reliable 'assignment' copier to a 'censored' story writer...my own talents amazed me..and for a few days,I forgot that I was there 2 study machines and not 2 study the morphology of my roommate...not to compete with my batchmates on who can give better 'mallis' to the seniors...and then the holy souls realised one day,that I was wise and pure enough to be blessed with 'moksha'...and I tell u,once u attain this,u realise that u r ready urself to actually mould the next breed of 'aspiring engineers' 2 'ur types'...who must realise that they r not coming to REC 2 become engineers,but 2 understand that 'life is short,so have fun'...to know that it's a cool thing 2 decorate ur speech with some fashionable words,migrated from US and north india...2 understand that 90% of the professors are crap even before they attend their 1st class...and once these 'holy thoughts' are configured in their brains,they r also elligible 2 groom the next gen:-)....

And this is what we call as 'Spiritual jagran'....

Leave it yaar--'Ab kya title doon'

I finally decided to choose 'Meswak' over 'colgate'.1st reason being it's lot cheaper and the shopkeeper told me it tastes good.Even today,my concept of a good toothpaste is--it has good taste and very often, I quite stupidly ask shopkeepers,'iska taste kaisa hein?'.Actually I do not want to start off my day rubbing something on my teeth that tastes like a mixture of curd and 'bengan'.So I always preferred 'tasty' toothpastes.Infact bachpan mein I used to add 'toothpasts' in my favourite food items list.Coming back to Meswak-vs-Colgate saga,it's not that I do not like the taste of 'Colgate', but it's costly and even after using it for 24 years,I have stains on my lower jaw.And that's 1 reason why I deliberately hide my lower jaw while smiling.It took me 7 years to master the art.Whatever....

Toh the bottomline is I use a desi brand, called 'Meswak' these days.Aur kabhi kabhi agar office ke liye late hota hoon, toh I use it in breakfast also.They say isme kuch jadibooti hein that not just help u in the 'teeth department',but also help in keeping a fresh mind.[Please visit www.ishopindian.com/shop/catalog/Meswak-Toothpaste-p-22573.html for details].Mind se yaad aya--my girl thinks ki mujhe 'Black' movie mein Amitabh ko jo 'bhool ne ki' beemari lagi thi,woh lag gayi hein.'Alzeimer's desease'--thatz how they named it.Bechara Alzeimar,I don't think bachpan mein usne kabhi bhi socha hoga ki his name will be associated with a 'bhoolne ki beemari'--jaroor usne kisi interview mein 'what's ur father's name?' question ke time wall ki taraf dekh kar nakhoon chabaya hoga.And the interviewers would have declared,'aaj se bhool ne ki beemari ko log tere naam je janenge'.Toh my girl thinks that this desease has caught me too.And she has her reasons to think so.I don't forget the anniversaries or birthdays--come on yaar!aaj kal mobile phone ke jamane mein koi yeh sab bhoolta hein kya?--but I do struggle to figure out who Tuku dada is when she says,'tuku dada's bhabi came today.she was asking about u.'I immediately pray god 2 flash a photograph in front of my eyes where Tuku dada is happily holding his wife and both telling me 'hum tere hone wale yeh hein-woh hein'.But miracles happen very rarely, and more so with students who were 'less than average' in History.Very often,despite my greatest acting skills,I get caught and this results in a abrupt disconnection of the phone line.My tongue does release some special words of gratitude for Tuku dada and his wife,but koi fayda nahin....And not just in personal life,I think Alzeimer's ghost(assuming he is dead) is around me all the while.Very often I come out of shops without making payments,only to hear a Ravana look alike shouting from behind,'hei!hei...o sahab!mere paise'...as if I have just robbed him.Yes! it's quite embarassing for many,but not 4 me--coz I am quite used to it.yes!I am used to such a stupid thing.And it happens the other way around as well.Matlab paise deke, sanyashi type--jisko sansar ke moh maya mein koi interest nahin-- I come out without bothering to pick the 'saman' I paid for.And again the 'Ravana' shouts,'Oh sahab! aap ka bag...sahab!'...as if I intentionally left a bag,containing 'RDX' in his shop....'RDX' se yaad aya...I need to buy 'good night'--'mosquito party' is having a ball out there in my house these days..err...nights...toh m leaving....