my first day at school...........

"make me a good martini" said I to the Bartender.

"siree the ingredients remain the same...its just how you mix them" said he.....





great words dont necessarily have to come from famous men but great thoughts make great men....and you can find them everywhere...just need to keep your eyes n ears open.



I guess i was three when my parents decided to send me to nursery school...started walking at the age of 9 months and was talking at one year...n i havent stopped since despite various ups and downs.

so three was when my parents decided that i need to hit the "real world"......

I still remember my first day at school....i was a lttle confused about my sexuality though since i had waist length hair.
In our hindu culture we have this custom of shaving off a childs hair very similar to plucking a chicken at the ripe age of 6-8 months to keep the evil eyes away...its called "mundan" might as well add an "e" to it since everybody has to go thru it n without realising it...6-8 months,huh!!!!!
well anyway the "mundane" is a day when the barber feels like the most important man in the world and can you believe that my parents denied him that pleasure till i was three n a half???
he he
so i was packed off to a school called HAPPY HOURS in 1977 with a ponytail n wearin shorts n a tshirt...dont know why the called it that cause my first day there was anything but happy.

anyway...am sure the hippie movement must have inspired my parents...but i ended up lookin like a heartbreaker with the ponytail...a girl.
school turned ut to be a culture shock for me cause there were so many children n very few teachers attending....ew...how was i to get spoon fed now???
i was promptly trotted off to class and in a very sexist way was made to sit in the girls corner.
i dint even know what girls were at that time but thanks to that day i figured.
we say a girl n a boy mean the same...why were we made to sit in different corners and when we grow up we are supposed to forget that??
i guess we should be all gods children through out...or never!!!!
lol
but movin on...the roll call started and everyone was asked their name..my turn,i got up coyly n said Vikram n my teacher turned around and looked at me n said that cant be your name n i have been in serious doubt since then. a very famous man once said...WHATS IN A NAME,THAT WHICH WE CALL A ROSE BY ANY OTHER NAME WOULD SMELL AS SWEET.
I guess Mr Shakespeare must have turned in his grave cause i burst out crying and at that moment a more advanced soul than me got up from the boys corner and came over n hugged me.
Bloody flirt...i thought in my feminine mind....but enjoyed the gesture.
Lunch break happened and the same boy came upto me and asked me to play with him...i wonder what he wanted to play now...but i howled again n he got scared and ran away.
I found this method of getting my work done rather exciting and that was my first lesson in the "real world"...ha ha!!!
anyway the ordeal got over and it was time to go home...and my mom was waiting outside to get me.
my teacher personally came out to have a chat with my mom n told her that her daughter was lying about her age and called herself Vikram.
two minutes later that lil boy cm bk and told my mom that her daughter would not play with him...n i started crying again....thought it would work as usual....n it did!!!!
Three days later my "Mundan" was organised and goldylocks lost her hair!!!!
i cried again cause my head felt light n empty...well it stayed that way n this time the crying didnt help n it still hasnt.
By the way that lil boy had a name....JYOTIN MEHTA!!!
It has been 33 years after that...and we are still best friends.
my first achievement in life.
i guess the first ingredient in my MARTINI.
:-D
THANKS BUD FOR BEING AROUND....EVEN IF YOU ARE IN AMERICA N I ONLY MEET YOU FOR A WEEK EVERY YEAR!!!!!!!

:)

idiocracy of a wavering mind(days of yore more)

Know the field that raised the crop......

with that thought rested in my mind let me rewind back in time and figure out my maternal side of the family.
A closely knit united family which can trace its lineage many a mile,The Badhwars are a dreamy lot living through time with the Best of the past and the present.
The lot for who what you had superficially did not matter n what mattered was who you were as a person....
education(n not results),upbringing,culture,ethics,honesty,commitment and a certain sense of street survival...TRUE ARISTOCRACY.
I never met my maternal grandfather but till date i hear stories of what a great man he was..a league apart...a more real person...n i crave to have just met him once.
a man who could raise a flock like his to become the men and women they are must truly have been many a persons idol.
But the person i did meet was my grandmother and my roll model.
a lady in the true sense and a higher being beyond comparison.
a person who taught me all i know and engrained in my head the thoughts of being....of being a man in the true sense.
A product of woodstock my grandmother was this wonderful soul who taught me more than what i learnt in any school or what i could ever learn just with her stories.
ever since i was a lil boy i would look forward to her company and spend hours just playing Scrabble and hearing her tales of enlightement.
A friend i truly miss...but then in life i guess nothing stays forever and if you believe in fairytales you are just fooling yourself.
fairytales only happened with HAANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSON and ENID BLYTON and we were brought up thinking that was the truth.
I still remember as a child looking for pixies in the garden and goblins amongst my friends...was it correct fr such learned souls,no offence meant,to be fooling little children like us into believing that another world besides the real one existed???
The fallacy still carries on and would have been more was it not for my grandmother who would keep all her grandchildren in moderation(i was her favourite though and everyone was jealous cause it took a lot to keep her attention :-) but then that was my source of entertainment and getting everyones attention )
i learnt my manners,conversation skills,knowledge,the way of being thanks to the endless hours spent with her.After she decided that she had had enough of this worldly existence she left me friendless and i still hunt for that one person who i could have a similar connect with...tough ask and am still looking.
life goes on but leaves behind landmarks...she will be my biggest one...the person who made me realise what i am today.

one of the few people whose presence i would always miss.


Well here i am in a pensive mood having told yu a bit about my field...
will return later with anecdotes frm my existance...
cheers

days of yore(intro on my family)

When i was a little boy i asked my mother what will i be....

will i be rich and will i be famous...

here is what she said to me...

que sera sera...whatever will be will be...

the futures not ours to see

que sera sera

with these thoughts in mind i started my unsure journey into youth with the first thought being as to what i had to become in life to show the people that i had achieved....a bag full of books and a back bent with its weight and a 90 percent report card...i was on my way to becoming the next Dhirubhai Ambani.Everyone knew that MR MAYOR had arrived...point proven...or thats what i thought.

my principles were moulded...my upbringing compromised...my ethics subdued...not to forget my back hurt as eventually did my head.

this was not me but my unsure way of proving to everyone that i too was a stereotype male who like anybody else could do what 99 percent of the students in my class were doing...who cared about the balance one percent.

Me=VIKRAM MAYOR

I was born into a wealthy family where even lifting a spoon was considered trivial so i had my brigade of well wishers who spoon fed me till i was 36...uh oh...i am 36..single and always available.

My Paternal Grandfather was this big entreprenaur who had come with 500 rs in his pocket and on my birth in 1974 had an empire of 15 crores at that time all on the basis of his hard work...it could have been larger...much larger but the family believed that money came by rubbing palms and one person rubbing them was enough to sustain the generations to come....and all they had to do was spend whilst this one gentleman kept rubbing his palms....n rubbing his palms n rubbing his palms n rubbing his palms till he could rub no more.

my grandfather married my grandmother n that resulted in four children...two sons and two daughters...a happy and content family.....lacking nothing in money,happiness,love contentment and fame.

A fleet of cars and a house for each season was what kept everyone happy and dining and wining with the best was a source of power to the family...one of the most powerful and reputed families Punjab has ever seen till date...we were kings n ruled by a lion who seldom roared but one who everyone respected...a true leader with a heart of gold and a team of people eying it.

if the Roman empire could not last forever...why do the Americans feel they are humanity's saviours!!!!

huh...outta context???

well my blog is christened idiocracies of a wavering mind :-)