Ganya you know sensex is acting like a newly wed bride

Few days back I found myself in my hometown…Found myself…I don’t mean that I am some sort of alien with tentacles, tiny weeny head which weigh less than hhhmmm and more of above with some super natural power…with some super natural power…If I have got an option then 3rd one is going to be an obvious choice…After few days of negotiation, I would have settled on first one…but tiny weeny head with size as small as hmmmmmm…no ways….I just meant that it was a small visit to folks in my home town…n it has changed.. Changed a hell lot…And this is where boredom strikes… You know you meet people you used to know…And suddenly within five minutes , everything fall apart and known people became unknown to you…Forget about distant relatives…but you get such a feelings for cousins too…They will talk about everything we used to do and suddenly they will hit you at softer areas…. And I am not talking literally softer… You meet neighbors…Are they really happy…I still got those creepy marks…And then you travel places, places where you and best buddy used to travel…used to play…The panic, the noise…the ground…bandanas..cowboys..sholay..bacchan…madhuri..stealing...chamiya dance…. and from blood you move towards heart…n you found him…n I think that is what I meant by word found myself…I found myself…in best buddy of mine…i owe him apology……an apology…for not what we used to..and with ashamed face and heavy heart, I knocked on his door…he was same…I was confused...he got a kid too…I still dream…he got rough beard…yuck I look so weird…he got wet eyes…I am stoned…I said hi…n why I said hi…he just smiled and whistled… His house has changed a bit…Mayapuri photos got dustbin and divine frames got adulation…I was in calvin klein…perfume that smell like heaven…he was still genuine…everything as per his wish…n I said let’s move…move to an old place…a baniyan tree…where we used to study…We had a long chat..on entire journey…He got a lot of memories…I was talking about science, greek, 2008 turmoil, India, Modi, rich dad poor dad..n he was smiling…one thing was sure…when it comes to gossip or social talk..i am as good as Pakistani cricketers in post-match interview…. Saala being extrovert or excellent oratorical skills are either within you or not…No one can borrow or steal them… Now I can see trees, birds, bees…a silence…I want to talk to him with childish curiosity…But I cant…it was not lack of topics..It is because he doesn’t know what lures me…n I have got same feeling…And then I have asked about financial situation... I said Ganya you know sensex is acting like newlywed bride..very happy, full of energy, attractive, high on excitement…He was befuddled…he again smiled… n he said.. look at me….For me today is everything…tomorrow is mystery..and when it comes to sensex…I know it is without..NSE…n he winked……