A new guest in my house, another 1 to come soon

The very first time when i entered my room, i got a positive feeling. People think of different places to pass their time, i do think of my room. Its a heaven. When i came here for the first time, i just made a look around > Alas!! i found nothing. But after all, it is my room, how can it not be unique. Even god doesn't want it to be one in a million, but he wants it to be one in five ;) . I merely go to the balcony of my room coz i dont feel to go to balcony in summer time. I keep its feel intact for the winter and springs. But yeah, i like to keep my balconies clean, even more than my room sometimes ;) . But this summer, the "summer of 09", compelled me to go to the balcony many a times. Actually, the first time, when me and my roomie decided to open my balcony, we were stuck as we found a shelter of male and female pigeon there. Both of us, then decided not to clean our balcony, at least the right half part, ever because that could have harmed their shelter. The first time when we saw their family, it was a male pigeon, a female pigeon and one of their baby that came out of egg just 4-5 days ago (just a guess), with the remains of egg there. The baby was not able to fly at that time. So, he/she(i don't know the sex :P) used to wait for the parents from morning to evening. All in all a boring life. Then we shut our balcony for 10 days. After 10 days, when i opened my balcony again, i found the baby turned to an adult, still couldn't fly, but able to run like an Ostrich :) . One salient feature of their family bond i found that whenever i open the gate to the outside world, suddenly the parents fly up to the sky, leaving their child behind :), out of fear, or confusion, i don't know. May be they try to reach to the almighty sitting out there and pray for the safely of their child from the cruel and barbaric intentions of the human. In fact, if we see through their eyes, we find they are true. Its like that fact that we can't differentiate between pigeons. We see all the pigeons with one eye, we can't differentiate between their nature, their thoughts, their good or bad looks, their positive or negative feelings. Just like this, they can't differentiate between humans and are unable to differentiate between them.
Anyways, not being too philosophic as it goes against ME, lets come back to the point. After watching that P.T.Usha run of the baby pigeon, i m sorry, not "baby" pigeon :), when i came to the balcony again after 4 days. I couldn't find the featherless bird there. May be he/she was taking care of "his/her child" by that time :P. But stop stop stop, what was that ?? Eggs ?? yeah!! it was not one, but two eggs there. I thought, "how could u miss it dude ??". Actually it was the very first time in my life that i couldn't trace out a pregnant female :D. All the experiences i gained in tracing my pregnant teachers in school and college were shattered at that time :P. As usual this time also, the parents flew away leaving the eggs behind. From that day onwards, i was desperately waiting for the baby pigeon to come out as i was feeling excited to see it, don't know why. May be because i was about to witness the whole process of a pigeon birth from my eyes, for the first time in my life.
Everything we do or see for the first time in our life, makes us feel excited definitely, of course except MaRrIaGe. I was sitting on my chair and was thinking of the new and unique topic, as i select always, for my next blog post. And here is my way. While thinking, i heard the voice of the baby pigeon who just came out of the egg that i saw there 3 days ago. And here i took some snaps shown below :

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A close up view

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Watching its small world

All of us are taught how to take care of animals. How to treat with them, how to deal with them. Taking care is not about keeping a pet dog of a foreign breed and giving it a cool name. Its about how you deal with the dogs you find in your daily lives on your way, of course, which don't harm you, and just stand or sit in front of your knees. Taking care is not about waiting a newly born bird to grow up so that its flesh become more enjoyable, but its about waiting it to grow up so that you can enjoy their flight, which we can't do naturally. This is what i think and what my mind says to me. I am definitely not saying anyone to change, but just sharing my views with you, for which the term "blogging" is all about. Keep Smiling !!

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The story of my "socks"

Another very interesting entry on this blog. This time, very surprisingly i've aimed my "Socks". Amazed ?? At the end u'll be njoying it.

It was our trip day i.e. 30th of nov i guess (refer to the just previous post), when i washed my socks for the last time in this college. Actually, 'Accidently', and 'aback' a thought came 2 my mind. A thought jo ki 'genuinely' isse pehle kabhi nahi aayi thi in my mind. And it was to wash my clothes, especially my socks, coz i was goin on a college trip. And all the people who were accomnying me, were having very clean socks i guess. Coz more than 75% of them were with their girlfriends ;). Aur shayad this was the only reason i neva thought of washing my socks before this. Khair 30th of november 2008 was the day i washed my socks for the last time. At this moment a famous dialogue of my all time fav movie "Andaz Apna Apna" comes 2 my mind .... "Wo din hai, aur aaj ka din hai, mere socks kabhi saaf hi nahi huye".

During my holidays, me with 4 or 5 of my friends were satying here in the hostel for the IEEE classes. Now, by god's grace, my slippers were now almost dead (Broken into nearly 3 pieces), and as i was about to go to home on nearly 15th dec, i thought ......Kon Khareede Chappal ab...ghar chalo aish maarenge....tab tak i'll manage my days with my shoes or the slipper of my friends. Waise bhi m well known as 'chappal chor' in my hostel. Only some of the people in hostel knows this fact and they are Puneet, Prateek, Nitin, Ashutosh, Shubham etc, Kyunki they are the sufferers ;).

Coming to the point, those were the days i was having 4 set of socks with me. And from the start of trip, i.e. 30th of dec to the time i went bak to home, i.e. 15th of dec, i used those 4 set of socks. Amongst those 4 sets, Two were the real sets, and the rest 2 sets were having unmatched socks ;). Dun get amazed, its my hobby to wear socks of different colour in both legs. So those 4 sets of socks were suffered by me in those 17 days i was in the college. Being a college student and that too B.Tech, I preferred not to take those socks with me to home. Main ab itna badaa to ho hi gaya tha ki khud socks wash kar sakun. Thats y i kept 3 of the sets here, in fact threw them below my study table, and wore the rest 1 set and went back to home. The time i reached my home, I was all flooded with the bows and arrows of my papa and maa about my living style here. Now u all wud be thinking, unhe kaise pataa chalaa....its simple, my clothes which i was wearing and it was even much less than the clothes of a 'Jamadaar' who cleans the mainholes and above all my "Socks", the lead actor of this movie, it worked as a catalyst to my maa n papa. Khair us samay to maine sambhaal liya situation ko. Phir when the holidays were goin to be o'er papa purchased two more sets off socks for his "Smart" son. Now i was having 1+2+3=6 sets with me amongst which 3 of them were here only below my study table, and the rest three which i was bringing from my home, were brand new and in other words, 'clean' in a way. College days started and thus i started wearing these clean socks one after other alternately. Mon-set1...tue-set2....wed-set3....thu-set1....fri-set2....sat-set3, to maintain the balance ;). But everything has a limit. It was nearly 30th jan when i stopped wearing these socks coz their smell was now unbearable for me also :(. Now what to do, Washing was not the solution :P. So i remembered of the socks which were lying below my study table ;). Akhir unki baari phir se aa hi gyii. During these past one and half months, their smell were a bit reduced. So i could manage. But for how longggggggggg ????? It was day before yesterday, i.e. monday when in the compilers lab, Varun was sitting beside me and told, "ye sale janwaro ki tarah moje kiske mehek rahe hain" ?? And mathur supported him. Khair i alwaz support truth and speak truth. So i told them proudly "Its mine janemann". And alassss..Shreya also told "dho le sach me buri tarah smell kar rahe hain". It was the time, i thought yar iski jagah i should have used other sets. But then i thought, Oh my god, this's the cleanest set of socks i have today. And jo set itne clean hain and my DEO Of Rs150 (I purchased DEO for the first time in my life, in fact i decided to use DEO for the first time in my life this sem), also couldn't kill their smell, althought i sprayed the Deo to each and every corner of that set of socks, then its the time Pani sar ke upar jaa chuka hai :(. Yaar ab to u should definitely clean ur socks otherwise, one day u'll be killed by the smell of ur own socks..wo kehte hain na "Aasteen ka saanp" hi maar deta hai hamesha :D. It was that lab only when i remembered the previous 10 days when, if any1 used to come to my room, Ek dialogue jaroor kehta tha "Yaar yahan aaspaas koi jaanwar maraa hai kya"??? And then i decided...Kuch bhi ho jaye ab to i have to wash my socks. But sochne aur karne me bohot difference hoti hai. I thought on monday morning and performed the job yesterday night,i.e. 11th of feb 0030 hrs, huhhhhhhhh. Two records simultaneously......One by Pathans and the other by me. Now everything is alright...No smell from my room and no wastage of Deodrant on my socks. It is only meant for my body now ;). Have a look below :


And if god is with me, then i wont let this situation come again ever ................................................................................................................but after B.Tech. Yaar ;). U can leave comments on this post or can share any of ur personal experience or record of this kind....like Was there any time u didn't take bath for a huge time span, or what is the extent upto which u've made ur room, a Zoological garden.