An Unsuccessful Story

This post is about a person, a person who never succeeded in life.
Read the following to find out about him.

Jenson Caliente was born on January, 10, 1967 to a middle class family. His father worked at a nearby brewery and his mother died of miscarriage for their second child when Caliente was just ten years old. Neither the mother nor the child survived. Caliente completed his schooling as an average student. As his school was ending he also fell in love with a girl called Dina Burrows. As Jenson and Dina started going around Jenson failed to notice her decreasing interest in him. Until the day when Dina broke-off with him on the day just before school graduation.

On graduation day in school he watched as all the kids parents hugged and beamed at their wards graduating. Jenson's father hadn't made it to the graduation. He saw his ex excited and hardly in any kind of heart ache celebrating in the school grounds. Jenson just abot stopped himself from spilling his tears.

That day he vowed that he would make his luck himself. He could not afford college and his father was hardly concerned about his studies. Because of Dina neither did he have any best friends back in school. Jenson did not cry.

Then he began working as a mechanic in a near-by workshop. One day as he sharpened his tool on the grinder, the tool jerked off his grips and the sharp blade sliced off two of his fingers. He could no longer write or work as a mechanic. His father had grown older and was alienated from him. Last of what Jenson had heard was that he had married another woman and had other step-children. Jenson did not cry.

Jenson soon moved into the transportation business where with the right contacts he secured a good job and finally began earning and with no one to spend on he also started saving a lot. And in a few years he had began his very own transportation company.

Later into life, Jenson was shopping at a grocery store and he saw his father with his new wife with step-sons who could be his grandchildren. Then their eye's met, Jenson felt his heart would stop and then his father nonchalantly looked around, the truth hit Jenson- his father had not recognized him.

With all that he had he still did not have anything in life, Jenson bgan to know that and with increasing hatred towards his father. Why did he do this to him? Jenson finally cried.

Today Is Special

You people know I am really sweating it off at the gym for that ultimate physique I dream of, like a lot of other of my dreams. But the fact is I am sweating for this dream unlike for my other dreams (Ha-ha, did you catch the joke?). Anyways, sorry for that lousy crack it's just that I am on blogger at a time when I should really go to sleep. I was not able to catch my forty winks last night, maybe around 22 and a half winks (Ha-ha-ha, another one. I think i am in a rare form today!). I watched the movies Tropic Thunder and Memento. That apart it is winter in New Delhi so my body just wants to get inside that blanket for a deep slumber after a cup of tea. The fog is till low on the ground and it is zero visibility outside. I have no worries whatsoever and it is my semester holidays. And most of all I am sleepy, so while I hit the sack, you guys recover from this shocking post which ends as abruptly as I started it.

No Honking Day

For any of you guys out there who thought the people of Delhi had the habit of incessant honking embedded in their DNA, here is a news you may want to know.

January 1 is going to be observed as a No Honking Day in the capital. So maybe you guys in Delhi should give that horn a break. The government bus drivers, auto wallah's are all going to be given a detailed seminar informing them about the harmful side effects and the importance of No Honking in certain areas.

So the traffic police is out and out making Delhi much more suitable to the ears with the terms such as the hustle and bustle of Delhi getting very under-playing.

Apart from Honking Delhi also creates noise from highly harmful Himesh songs that play the minute some Haryanvi is in a good mood and crackers whenever the Indian cricket team wins a game.

No offense but for the average Delhiite the closer to a hospital- the more they honk. That is why it is important to educate and make them aware about the harm they cause to their own blood pressure and others too.

Perhaps the most common culprits are the Delhi Transport Corporation busses that have that booming honk which makes the passengers pee in their pants. No Honking Day? Please, it's a more than welcome initiative. Signing off, to a more peaceful Delhi.

Blogs of Note or Clods of Note?

I have always wondered how the Blogger team shortlists the 'blogs of note'. Do they have actual humans like you and me reading out post after post? If yes, those people can't be humans. In all fairness I find many of the Blogger blogs of note utterly boring and many of them containing clip after clip of meaningless pictures. Blogs should be fun and they should promote interactivity and not some guy bragging about the pictures he takes from his picturesque mansion or house or whatever. How long will we say 'ooh-aah' to these photos?

Another category which bores me in the blogs of note are the line after line description of one's kids, house and about the food items they know to make, Gawsh!

Blogs of Note should appeal to all and not just connoisseurs of blog who like heavy jargon's in the post they read. Blogger should make it sure that Blogs of Note are really something that people look forward to and not just another reel rolling by.

P.S.- This post is not to ask Blogger to make my blog a Blog of Note. My feet's are well on the ground. (:P)