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People are always more interested in other people's tragedies .. May be including me and you. The amazing enthusiasm that comes out of no where when u see a damaged car which had lost control a couple a minutes ago on a ring road, due to his mistake or other's. SOmetimes it strikes me, how caring are the fellow citizens to stop by for an un-fortunate person, but the hard truth is.. people just stand and stare because of an inherent nature of a person, i.e to be interested in somebody else's tragedy (not necessarily being part of it !!) .. that is the reason there's always crowd near a fight, near a accident, near a robbery .. just anywhere where something has gone wrong. And then that person instantly becomes a celibrity, atleast for that moment. Attention is just as basic need as food and water and luv .. thats the reason u r sad, its the same reason which gives u immense joy, when u get it frm ur beloved. Un-fortunately, people are not so fortunate. Its just that everybody has his/her story for tragedy, or something close to it. It is exactly this moment which shapesry his time in future. It either generates a deep fear, which will eventually inhibit his growth. Or, the best one, it liberates him of all related fears. He just sets himself free of any attachment or obligation.
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New Year 2008

ummmmm... ummmm.. uhooon .. my friend Arun was desperately trying to imprint his thoughts on our minds through his actions. No, we were not dumb but were playing DC amidst famous "raja seat" garden near ( in? ) Coorg. Ofcourse there was no Raja nor a seat to rest his a**. Madhu and manjya were comtemplating on their next movie name to throw upon our face. It was soon after the sun had set, bringing in gentle cold breeze. And the public was waiting for dancing fountain. As if undisturbed by hundreds of people conversing and kids playing around, as the cool breeze blew over our skin millions of hairs stood up as if to combat the cold, unaware and steady, Ajay's eyes were stuck at some far sight, a goal which Swami vivekananda might hav seen thru his eyes... only now that sight for Ajay was the smile of a young lady in a red T-shirt.
It was quite a long time we had ever sat so joblessly, but there it was .. the countdown for yet another new year. As though suddenly everybody became so "professional" and health conscious, Wine became the unanimous choice of drink for the big night .. 3 bottles of Grover, and we were accelerating back to our home of 3 days. Arun, Ajay and Madhu with his trade mark doddana style arranging the woofers, Manjya taking a quick nap and Sunil trying to find himself. There was tons of silence when suddenly enrique's "i Donno whaaaayyaayaya ... " broke out. Full throttle, was the first thing came to my mind. What a way to begin the new year amidst deepest and darkest coffee estates, 3 bottles of Grover, a camp fire, cool breeze, fish fries and ofcourse ourselves.. Perfection was something which 6 of greatest analytical minds of RV would always crave, and thought we had struck it that night to some extent. But then, if we ourselves could do something so perfectly then why would God settle into less than perfect creatures.. (who?)men. WINE OPENER. We had just forgot to carry a wine opener and everybody was high and dry for the moment... but then we had to do what almighty has sent us to, no matter what we face.
.. And rest u can guess.. ;)