Muttata

I travel to office by the company shuttle. Even today as part of my daily routine, I’m standing in the steps of shopping complex and browsing through the morning news paper. The road where the shuttle picks me is a one way. It has a yellow colored direction stone which points to the opposite direction as that of the way, since the flow in that road is changed recently but not the direction of the pointer..

Its wonderful road; which is fully covered by the shadows of the huge trees. One side of the road has this shopping complex; where as the other side has some apartments, Tiffin center and a School. Both sides of the road are paved with uneven sized granites. At some place the stones are placed at 20 degree inclination to the ground, that people walking on it surely feel the ups and down of the unevenness.

Today as usual, I observe lots of kids playing "Muttata" in the road side. Running over the uneven granites so as to avoid being caught by the chaser. They are in school uniform, Boys in Light blue shirt, dark blue chaddi, blue socks and Black shoes. Girls are also in the same color, they wear "Langa and Rakhi". Some guys also wear black jacket over their light blue shirt. The dust of the pavement did polish their shoes and turned them into somewhat red color. They all study in the school opposite to where I stand. The school gate is not yet open. Hence these kids need to wait till watchman comes and opens the School gate. But being best utilizers of time on Games, these kids play game "Muttata".

They run, they shout, they hit others to make them "out", they climb the compound, they jump off from the compound, they run around tree, they argue about cheating, they...
what not.!!!
I observe them playing like this from many days.

Even today, they ran, they jumped, but at one point, one kid under the josh of "making one out" hit the uneven granite. He fallen down over the granite, with a cry out.!!!My eyes moved from reading "deflation(a rare word to hear these days) in the dress of celebrities" on page 7 of Bangalore times to this kid’s cry out.
I forgot to breath for a moment, Lips said "OMG", legs was about to move to other side of the road where the kid had fallen.

1, 2, 3….
His mates, who were running away from him a couple of seconds earlier, were all around him. My heart said “The kid is surely hit hard”.

What’s next?
Kid who had fallen, got up and showed his small wounded hands and elbow to his mates to get some sympathy from them, gave two bumps into his chaddi to remove the dust from it which stuck when he had fallen, gave a kick to stone which made him fall,
And most importantly he is back into the game of Muttata.

If u fall in the Muttata of life, doesn't mean u can’t play anymore. It simply means "give two bumps into your chaddi, kick the stone and move on".


I remain,
J

I and Asif - An Introduction

Who are you?

Before introducing myself let me introduce Asif to you.
He is a simple guy born in Palimar on Christmas of 1983, the day when the Christian world was busy celebrating birth of Jesus. He currently (as on June 2008) works in one of the MNC for his daily bread.

He is clear hearted, innocent guy that any dumb ass can fool him easily. He is intelligent, hardworking chap, obedient and sincere that all his teachers, lecturers liked him a lot during his study days. When he was in 5th standard, his best loved teacher called him a “Human computer”, because of the speed with which he solved a mathematics problem. So the reason why Mathematics is his darling. He has a great concentration power that when he is indulged in any topic of his interest anything happens around him will never breaks his concentration. He is a good reader who knows how to romance any book. He is full of energy and always will have a dimpled smile on his face, as if he is showing the world how happy he is, which I know many time a false expression put on his face to hide his sadness. He is poor in making friends. But once made, maintains the friend ship with great care. He always listen to his friends till the end without interrupting them, that sometime I feel that he is in dead sleep. He asks sorry for every micro mistake he does and when people does something good to him he make it a point to thank them. He is an introvert person, who keeps his feelings more secure than any FBI documents. Yeah FBI documents can leak sometime, but not his feelings, they are stored with great security.

Of course when u know about such a man it's sure that he wont have enough fun in his life. That's true.

About myself, I'm the Jerk within Asif. I came free with the entry of Asif in this funny world under the scheme "Produce one and get one free" offer.

I’m "svayambhu" – A self born just to make sure Asif will have enough fun in his life. I’m an extrovert, who leaks the highly secured feelings of Asif to his friends. I help Asif to believe "Life is Fun, and is worth making fun of". I’m a good observer, who enjoy being with nature. I'm creative human being who enjoy, acting, commenting on the stuffs which I come across, listening to music and singing in the same way as the singer (For which I normally get a STFU from my roomy, though I ignore his comments and go on), Dancing in the room (when nobody in the room, Because Asif suck at that), Reading novels (just to engage myself in some good activity) and more. My recent interest is traveling and taking snaps of the whole travel. I Enjoy watching movies connected to real life (Which has no bakwas contents.!!). I'm a sportive person and checkout good looking girls which of course makes Asif feel very bad about him since he is really scared of Archies comment "Feeling this product is nice, but we will consider it sold if broken.!!”

I and Asif both like Indian food it's the only thing common in both of us I guess.

I make pranks on his friends, which really makes him "Sorry" for his friends after it's done. Yeah I love him because he gave me a chance to nourish within him.

Why are you Blogging?

If I have to lie, Superstars like Aamir khan, Amithab bacchan, Salman khan are all competing with one another, without giving any importance to content Quality. I just want to show them what the content quality is all about.

If I have to be truthful, I want to help Asif in working towards what he needs to improve.

He is poor observer.
I can prove this by giving one fact about his engineering life. He came to know about most of the affairs, which happened in college days, only after he left the college, that to from one of his close friend. A pathetic observer like him surely needs some help to improve on his observation skills. I want him to feel this universe merely by observing things in this universe. I will hear to his observation and if I feel its good I will post it in this blog. This may also help him in someway in overcoming his inner fear of loosing his memory (which he is worried a lot these days as he forget things too often).

He is improving his English grammar and communication skills.
He is good listener but not a speaker. He does make lots of mistake in grammar perspective too. So helping me writing the blog might help him in improving his Grammar skills, and communication skills. It's just a hope.!!

I change my interests very frequently. These days one of my interests is writing. So writing about Asif’s observation will help me in improving my writing skills.

Considering all these I decided "Ok. Let me start my Blog". so the product www.mohammed-asif.blogspot.com

I Remain,
J