Are you listening?

So , today I am like the soap cake with a washing powder, FREE FREE FREE!. Hence, I come back here to tell one tickling anecdote about listening intently.

Let us begin, with the faulty ear syndrome, no no, this time I heard every word loud and clear , but the ambiguity of the description and the word itself, made the escapade a bit waggish. It was a routine road trip from the office to home, in Hyderabad, in Ford Fiesta, with my magnanimous friend, Ravikanth. The DJ (Disc Jockey) [yes Disc is an exact 4 letter euphemism for you-know-what] plays the song called 'Vintunnava' a telugu word, and wait until I tell you what it means, or read the title. Yes! so, the infinite loop had begun, ephemerally, because home is where the fridge is. Here is the transcript:

Me: "What does vintunnava mean"?
Ravi: "Are you listening."
Me (may be I didnt hear) : "Yes, what does it mean?"
Ravi:" Abey, launja, are you listening."
Me: (again misheard full stop for a question mark, feeling annoyed) :"Yes bey, but what does vintunnava mean?"
Ravi: "ARE YOU LISTENING!!"
Me (annoyed an ample amount) [thinking alliteratively]:" Yes, I am, but, why can't you tell me?"
Ravi: (this time calmly): "Vintunnava means are you listening..."
Me: "But I was listening, oh wait" *double facepalm*
Ravi: "Thank you , now please get out of my car"
Me (hiding my face): "Vintunnava? I am leaving"
Ravi: "Ok, now you can go defile yourself."

Well, yes so concluding and clearing out all the omnishambles, languages are not so easy to comprehend, and here before you, the aforementioned true story, and a new learning, listening is an art, active listening will take you places, where you shall make the above mistakes even more.
Talking about mistakes, MS Dhoni, once said, "To become truly great, you need to expand the time difference between committing the same mistakes, the wider it is, the greater you will become. Because even though you don't want to, you will make the same mistakes again".

The Continuous Process Of Learning

Migrating from a student to a teacher.
Adolescence, the inevitable momentousness
Knighting the ignored.
Enlightening the subdued.


Alliteration is the new game


Deception is not at all fame.
Inspiration is a duty.
Freedom , you beauty.
Facilitating instructions
Emitting lights from dreams.
Resurging new attitude from ignorance.
Embracing the change.
Nullifying the poverty and illiteracy,
Cascading contagious feelings.
Emerging as true role models.

The faulty ear syndrome 2

Everything is funny, if observed carefully, that's some line said by someone really funny and i cant just recant any of the words. I have been living all my life trying to find the optimism in everything and greener grass, well not literally, but yes grass makes things hysterical, if you know what i mean.

Anyway,  here I am once again, without my ears fixed, and i have some anecdotes to justify how a gift that is, a true gift to the funny side. So we use the overused english slang for starters, so this friend of mine, quite literally got irritated by my snobbish remarks and asked me to go die which I, as a selfless, innocent man heard it as "ghoda", then I smiled, I thought she is complimenting me on my heroic act of not shutting up, and calling me a "lambi race ka ghoda", it was funny because you know horses have long limbs, yeah that's what I meant, and an incorrigible stamina. So from now on if anybody tells me to go die, i am just going to smile and say "I'll race you for it" because that's what horses do.

Well this doesn't end here, as our human nature evolves, we are all aroused by learning, more and new stuff always accentuates our spirit to grow and be invincible. So, I stepped up, tried my tongue on marathi, and this word i heard "bavart" or "bavlat" sounded like fart with a prefix, and I slyly assumed that , bavart is the marathi way of saying fart, then came some silly innuendos to make it hysterical on record, didn't go in vain.

Hey, I don't like to take credit of somebody else's majestic stuff, but when it is dark and surreal hairy rivers flows under the stars, you get caught up and you see a recording device near you, you tend to blurt out the words "waah, kya bajaya hai maine, sala, kya guitaar bajata hu mai, subhanallah, mashallah". I know what you're thinking, isn't that plagiarism of sorts, well not unless somebody claims it, or challenges you on a mano-a-mano playoff with a single guitar or a couple.

It doesn't matter be it music or farts, it has no language, and on that note, I'd urge my readers to laugh or smile or be disgusted by the imaginary flatulence, but smile eventually, have a great time, feed me more faulty ear syndrome stories.