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Two kinds of people

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There are always two kinds of people in this world. Let’s know them.

 

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are seriously funny and people who seriously think they are funny

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love the rain and people who get wet in the rain

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love classics, movies and books and then who read them and see them again and again

  • There are two kinds of people. Who read books in Amazon kindle and who love the smell of new books

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are hopelessly romantic and who have boyfriend/girlfriend.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are scared of ghosts and people who have seen them.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love poetry and people who love money and fame.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are special and people who are special, cause they make you feel special.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love writing poems and people who feel them.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who are samurais and who are ninjas.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who speak truth and then them who think everybody deserves happiness.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love the sun and people who love air-condition.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who think love happens only once and people who actually fall in love.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love to watch Cricket and who watch IPL.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who get gifts in their birthdays and people who get notifications in their Facebook page.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who believe in perfection and who love cloudy sky in a summer afternoon.

  • There are two kinds of people. Those who go to Paris in their vacation and those who read 7 novels in 10 days.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who make love and people who just have sex.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who have seen Taj Mahal in a full moon night and people who did not.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love eating chocolates and who have diabetes.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who rule countries and kingdoms and people who fought and died for its freedom.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love their privacy and those who are lonely.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love reading stories and who love stories.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who believe in God, religion and spirituality and people who know Galileo Galilei and Nicolaus Copernicus.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who can swim and the sailors

  • There are two kinds of people. People who keep their promises and who are politicians.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love tea and people who like other hot or cold beverages.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who are non-vegetarians and people who vaguely remember the work of Sir Jagadish Chandra Bose.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who are scientists and who have Ph.D degrees with a job.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are poets, writers and artists and people who did not want to be them.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are afraid of dark and people who are heartbroken.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love challenges and people who smile at them and slowly walk away.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who speak English and people who know other languages.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who love football (Soccer) and people who know about other sports

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are serial killers and then there was Jack the Ripper.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who read Sherlock Holmes and people who read other works of Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who believe we are the sons and daughters of Adam and Eve, and people who know, in the ancient world, somewhere a spaceship crash landed with a bunch of aliens.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who read Ravindranath Tagore’s work in Bengali and people who don’t know Bengali.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who know Shakespeare and people who can recite him anytime, anywhere.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who love to debate and people who are sore losers in arguments.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who are alcoholic, womanizers and don’t give a damn kinds and then them who secretly hate their guts.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are terrorists and people who follow Islam.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who believe in true love and people who know truth and love.

  • There are two kinds of people. Friends and school friends.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who never could ask out their childhood crush and the luckiest people on the earth.

  • There are two kinds of people. Who use instagram and who use snapchat.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who remember their school days with joy and sorrow and people who are in school.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who read comics hidden inside their text books and people who have to go to work, everyday.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who are achievers and people who want to build a time machine which can travel to future.

  • There are two kinds of people. People who will read this blog and people who won’t.

 

(Disclaimer: All the above are not copied from internet, rather they are thoughts of this idle brain. So have fun and comments if you please)

 

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Story of ………….

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He said, “If we weren’t from this Indian subcontinent, our story would have been Different. At least Paris had Helen for a while, with him. They drank wine, made love and lived their moments.”

And he said, “I lost my kingdom, brothers, soldiers and wives, for you. And yet I never forced myself upon you, promised you everything I’ have and always been rejected for years by you.

Tell me, do you only see my ego, arrogance and lust? Don’t you see the love?”

And Ravan(A) threw the ‘The Iliad of Homer’ to Sita and went to his last war with Ram(A). Leaving her behind, ‘Guilty and Speechless’.

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Iliad

Chinese whisper.

 

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Chinese whisper, I am sure a lot of people have played this game when they were mostly in their teens. I haven’t seen people playing this in college or elsewhere. This is a game of preteens and early teenagers. A very few people who don’t know about this game, let me give you a quick description of the game.

A few people will sit in a circle (more the people, more fun it is) and then someone will write a word or a sentence in a paper and whisper the same into the ear of the person sitting next to his/her left and the next person will pass it on. Thus when it completes the circle and the first person will hear it back, then he/she will reveal what was the exact word or sentence it was. The most important rule of this game is you can’t repeat once you whispered in someone’s ear and the person has to pass it on as he/she heard it. Often the words or the sentences get changed completely and into something hilarious.  

I have so many memories about this game. When we used play it the evening after power cut. Yes that time my city used to see 2 to 3 hours of power cut at daily basis. Mostly during the summer holidays we used to gather in someone’s terrace. We were a group of odd 10 girls and boys in our early teens.

I was about 15 then when I got the bad news. That I have myopia or I am short-sighted and will have to wear a power glasses. It was not so easy then for a teen to wear glasses as all his/her friends were all set to pull that poor chap’s leg by calling him/her a nerd. Life weren’t so simple then like the teens with glasses has now. I didn’t like it; my friends welcomed it their two arms open wide as they have someone make fun of. But anyway I had to accept it.

Then summer holidays again and we were playing Chinese whisper on the terrace of a friend’s house.. We were exactly 10 people there. Back then it was a strange feeling of teenage romance and sexual tension between girls and boys participants. It was in the peak that night as we came to know a friend Soham has asked out Puja, another group member of ours and she said yes to him.

We were in a good mood and almost celebrating with soft drinks and chips. There was a girl in our group, Lipi, she was kind of cute, little short and dusky. I knew she has a crush on me and I had a crush on her big sister Deepi, who was of course elder then me and also was the local heartthrob. For some unknown reason I always enjoyed a special attention from her sister and I loved it.  

So we were playing and chitchatting that night and then it was the time for our favorite game, Chinese whisper. So we all sat in a circle, with a candle lit in between. It was Lipi who was the first one to write down something on a paper and whisper it to the next person’s ear and the game started. When I heard it, well I was a teenager and I think no teenagers would like to hear these words. “He is looking like a nerd in those ugly glasses”. And I knew who that ‘He’ was referring to

I was enraged, furious and totally forgot about the game, it was almost a slap on my male ego. A girl whom I was so sure likes me and I don’t give a damn about is saying I am a nerd? Huh doesn’t she know that even her sister, her big sister, Deepi, the heart-throb of colony, even speaks to me in different tone? And who is she to comment anything like this?   I made a face and walked away from them. They were calling me back but I said I am thirsty, I need some water and I went down.

When I came back, the game was over and everyone was scattered around in the terrace. I was feeling a strange bitter taste in my mouth and I exactly knew how to fix it. Everyone was talking about Soham and Puja as they were the new couple now. Soham was in a belligerent mood and was telling us all that we should have patience and eventually all get our partners right in time.  

I intervened. It was a full moon night and I was already become a wolf-man with a wild rage, out for revenge. I walked to them and said I have a doubt if we all will find our partners. Everybody looked at me with a curious expression.

I chuckled, “well you know, someone like Lipi”.

“Why? What’s wrong with Lipi?” Shumi, her best friend barked at me.

“Well I don’t know but, I don’t think she can ever find a guy with her looks and dark complexion”,

I said it so bluntly that even I felt little uneasy. I knew precisely how much it hurts when someone comments on anybody’s appearance, and especially on a girl’s looks and complexion in front of a gathering

Unfortunately still in this part of the world, girls are praised and judged by their beauty and fair skin rather than their talents and virtues.

But my unjustified blind rage had already made me a racist of the worst kind. If the world has seen me that night, Simon Legree wouldn’t have go down as the most cruel and racist character in the history. Everyone else was looking at me with a dumb expression. I looked at her; she was looking nervous and was trying to smile. She managed to get a nervous smile in her face.

I went on, “look at her smile, she looks so dumb and ugly even when she smiles”.

This time she stopped smiling, I could clearly see the tears in her eyes, sparkling in the moonlight and slowly rolling down on her cheeks.

I spoke again, “I don’t know if she’s adopted or something, she looks nothing like her sister.”

She almost ran out of that place. I could hear she is running down in the steps. Slowly her best friend Shumi followed her and then everyone else started leaving. I was standing alone in the terrace.   I had a nasty, victorious smile on my lips. Gottcha. Attaboy Ani. :D. YES. Taught that B**** a lesson.

And then my attention fell on a piece of paper laying there.

Ah! I almost forgot we were playing Chinese whisper. That’s the piece of paper she might have written what she said about me. I picked that paper and started for home, there was not enough light to read it. As I started walking on the road, the power came back and the street lit up with streetlights.

I went near to a street lamp and took out the paper from my pocket. I felt a strong jolt, as if the earth moved out under my feet.

I could see what that piece of paper whispering to me, “You are looking so cute in those glasses”.