CON AIR 3 {PART - 2}

        CON AIR 3 

CON BACK FIRE

Last week we saw our protagonist almost on the brisk of the matrimony which she didn’t want. Two months was a short period to find someone with high standards and valuable credentials, to make fall in love and runaway.

But this time luck was kind on her. The three, octogenarian in the clan of both families, followed each other in natural senescence death row and hence the wedding dates were postponed for five months. Now instead of peaky summer marriage they were going for shivering post Christmas dates.

Good for her, she just got the most needed time. For one month she polished her looks, got her hairs straight, streaked and colored and a butterfly tattoo on her radial side of wrist. (F41= wrist plays an important role in power play of courtship and is a subtle potential green light exponent. For further intricate details, referred blogs Game of Courtship)

Once her make over was complete step two was “Finding Nemo”. She paraded, displaying her unique style, on the ramping street of the localities studded with Honda, SUV’s, Audi and Mercedes. Four days on 6inches stilettos, though hurt like hell, but fetched her rat in the trap. A rich boy suddenly lost beat and got his SA node (node in heart that generate heartbeat) rearranged over her.

What kind of person bread crumbs, herself on rich streets?

ANSWER: A smart girl with needs. God! You people are not reading.

QUESTION TWO, scenarios like this is typical bollywood-lly?

Hello, movies are pictorial presentation of real life. So stop fretting, things like this do happen in real world. (Note to check the authenticity of the stated happenings: I am way beyond imagining such stuff until and unless someone tells me. In this case, a vindictive cousin of her, rated her out)

Anyways, sticking to the story, it was a child play to get the rich boy for obvious reasons of beauty and cleavage factor. They dated for 4 months. Now her wedding date was hanging out like a naked sword on her head and she have to do something real fast.

CON BACK FIRE NO. 1

She talked to her boyfriend and divulge her position. The rich boy suddenly felt tremors of uncertainty and shaky head. He was twenty six; too early to get hitched with present proposition, he started to have second thoughts and changed heart. And when she pushed too tight, he backed off. This was unexpected. Her claws were tight but somewhere along the way they got rusted and shed off. Was she loosing her magic?

EPOCH-4 MARRIED AT RUNNING TWENTY-SIX

Bereft all option she bended to fate. Only to realize after five honeymoon nights, her ex-flame who dumped her was back. He couldn’t think of life devoid of her. Viola! She was on for her first extra martial affair and got herself a tender lover.

Two months later, she planned a runaway with the lover who vouched for her happiness. She wanted style in her life which her lover strategically baited her for which her innocent husband couldn’t even think of.

They did ran, had few nights together and made the plan to cover their basis and she returned to her mamma-daddy home.

CON BACK FIRE NO.2

According to plan, she cried her husband being impotent from rooftop and demanded a use of right to have a righteous divorce. When people started to believe her lies and banged the door of judiciary, her lover’s mother came to know about the setting. The lover’s old lady posed big peril in the path of her happiness and cutting short the big epic drama of love, sex and betrayal, she ended up with broken marriage and lost dream of riches’.

EPOCH-5 DIVORCED AT TWENTY-SIX AND A HALF

She is divorced before her first wedding anniversary. So what if few bad choices in her life have back fired, she didn’t lose any hope. Two months after divorce she is active on the matrimony sights to find herself an eligible man, “The man according to her standards.”

She has put the past way past her. She is all geared up with new vigor to con the life, destiny and fate again. It’s her challenge.

HOW I KNOW THE GIRL?

She came to me for Renal Stone (kidney stone) treatment.

Phrenology of cons has been discussed earlier. Just savor the entrée.

MORAL

Delusion……Delusion…….Delusion

(Maya…….Maya……..Maya)

CON AIR3 {PART- 1}

 CON AIR 3

THE CON BACKFIRE…

Planning is part and parcel of life. People plan different things like some have their travel plan, some have their business plans and some plan pregnancy. But for few means, motive and opportunity are their prime times. But life is a poker game; sometimes the desired card is stocked last in the clan.

A GIRL WHO HAD A BOYFRIEND, HUSBAND AND A LOVER

She had the reputation to be the clever most girl of the school who could go to any extent to enjoy her life. Things or relationship surrounding here were mere word say, only thing that mattered for her was her comfort zone.

We don’t know why she’s like this either you can guess or ask her directly? I cut the chase to land on second option.

Her answer:    providence has always played the role in opposition and snatched away good things from her. When she was ten, her father died. Year later her mother was married to his father’s brother. Though his new father was doting as her deceased father, but things were not same and since then she started playing the beagle revolver, a fight against destiny and to snatch, steal or rob at gun point whatever she wanted.

QUESTION number TWO, they say the talent of genius is seen in a cradle, when her revolting symptomatology was evident, why her berserk beginning, wasn’t bridled by her mother and new father?

EASY ANSWER:   her mother was grief stricken for years and her new father was scared of step father tag hence played complacent to all her ideology.

THE TIME LINE IN HER LIFE

EPOCH 1= SWEET SIXTEEN

With the superior grey matter and looks to kill she shunted boyfriends like clothes. She has been with all and every cool, hot, ultra tech dude of the school and outside school, of the locality especially the one with a good horse power wheels. With bandana and off shoulder dresses, she was a vogue.

How could she always come out neat and clean and go in for next prey. Oh God! You are not reading, I told you “Superior Wisdom” she could do anything. But How?

She didn’t divulge and I am too bored writing obvious stuff. We all know boys below twenty are fools and easy to do and beyond twenty the clumsiness grades differ even till the grand ripe age even if they are hitting century. {That’s how men brain function and ant girl with average brain matter and super duper cleavage show can decipher it easy and plainly}

Coming back to the girl, our girl have a track record of having twenty eight different boyfriends of different cast, creeds and pockets. The record is still unbreakable.

EPOCH-2 TWENTY YEARS OF EXISTANCE

Girls with above listed talent, scores only meager digits on their report card with sky rocketing cut off list of educational institute, her humble numbers were nowhere to stand and hence she landed in non-collegiate course. Two days outing from house was not a good plan for her nomadic life style. So posing herself to be elder daughter of the family and cutting in share for own deal of responsibilities {pure pretence}, she took a part time job, so more boyfriends’ milling down her road. But now she found real competition with increasing number of her own species. Even the boys have become stickier then ever and all of a sudden they started using ‘F; word which she always avoided in her repartee, the “FUTURE” of a relationship.

EPOCH-3 ROCK AND ROLL TWENTY FIVE

With boys being too much futuristic to handle without the steaming big currency in their pocket, she decided an escape plan, she asked her mama, to get her a rich teddy, worthy, wealthy irrespective of healthy, to be her future hypothetical kid’s daddy.

Innocent parents ran scanners all around for the eligible doughnut and finally found one in the distant acquaintance and things were finalize.

The bank ledgers of boy were sunny, though he looked like bunny. But the thing that she found funny that his life was simple bereft of rummy.

That wasn’t going to work; she knew it in her hearts. She tried to convey the message but this time her words fell on deaf ears. Two months later, she was going to get hitched But….

There is always but at the end of ‘every but’. So to catch up what happened next with the girl with superior intelligence , have patience and pass a week.

BORN ESTEEMED

         BORN ESTEEMED

Nature preaches balance. But when this balance goes astray it leads to catastrophe. Similar way self esteem is good but when it trespasses beyond its exponent variable, it mutate to egoism which is again a jammed road.

    PHRENOLOGY OF EXCESSIVE SELF ESTEEM

Excessive length of upper lip

Small, thin, dry upper lip with emaciated central part

Sharp, parallel perpendicular lines running from base of nose to and cutting through the center of upper lip

OVER AGAIN HE BURNED HIS HANDS AND YET HE DOESN’T ABANDON FIRE

Influential family, richness tag, branded wardrobe, servile service, luxury wheels and rainbow life. After all what you can wish for more. But you can ruin it with your own hands in matter of years. Construction requires years of hard work but destruction it is just a glimmer of wrong fraction of second.

Swimming in all heavenly pleasure that a man can afford on the earth, this man had all. But that went high in his cranium that he thought himself to be god.

This so called god feel in love with one of the beautiful denizen of the planet and committed his heart to her. But his family didn’t agree to the girl with humble humdrum existence. They wanted someone of their status. The man stood for his love. Though we can applaud his act but there is a punch here, i.e. execution of his action. His modus operandi was so rogue and revolting that it broke every fragment of ties with his birth family. He stood to his guns that he have the power within to have his individualistic existence. Fast forwarding all the typical Bollywood drama and peeping in his life 5 years later, he was doing not bad at all.

He was married with one kid, one house and blooming business which was still in its teething stage. As they say, old habits die hard. His being Boss image overshadowed everything he did. He liked to sit in the big chair and just give orders rather than sweeping floors for intricate details and loopholes of his enterprise.

As it was expected, his endeavors couldn’t withstand the test of time because of the leakage channels and it collapsed like a house of cards. His wife tried to help him out by using his education accolades and started a small scale boutique. But his bigot thoughts cut short her dream run. The women should be restricted to confinement of house rear children rather than dragging heels for finances.

Eight years down the line, his wife, still walk the guilt road for being the reason of separation of her husband’s family, so she blindly follows the command of her husband though they are in serious financial crunches that is not only affecting their life style but also the future of their two kids.

The man is reluctant to learn and kneel down on the compromise even though he has burned his savings to ashes and still stand in middle of nowhere. All that stands with him is his high self-esteem.

                   MORAL

“My ego is my life, both grows in one

Take ego from me and my life is done

My leash, my ego, my dear let me try

For which I live and for which shall I die.”

(Lines from poem ‘Richard II’.)

THE PRICY LUXURY BRAND

       THE PRICY LUXURY BRAND

The prudence says, we should learn lessons from our prior mistakes of past and improvise our future accordingly. But sometimes this basic knowledge of life seems as a proverbial needle in the hay sack and we end up repeatedly, over and over again setting Thames of fire, till everything is grounded to ashes.

                THE FALL OF LUXURY

This man was born rich and he dived in riches even in his youth, till he was dependent on his father and grandfather. But as soon as, it came the time for him to chalk down his future, the numbers on scoreboard and the currency in his accounts got all reversed.

Once upon a time, his carefree self used to wander around the Delhi roads on his screeching preachy Harley with hot babes behind his back and now without any parental support after the death of his father, he was buried neck deep into family responsibilities.

He suffered losses which broke his back and each and everything he possessed was stamp mortgage and with spin of time, sold at dust rates. But still his business could not revive.

One day out of blue moon the gloomy things started to lighten up like the hidden tumors light up on PET scan. Lo and behold his stars started to favor him.

But again you should not stash more than the outskirts of your cover. The man did, what he was not supposed to do. Pull hard on his stars but it was an air bubble which busted soon. When his business started to crawl a little, he loaded it with expenses rather than profit or savings. He bought a new luxurious car on installment, ordered big on raw material, paid double on custom duty to get his work done early and bribed his way through woods, only to find a dense forest ahead.

As soon as the Trans broke, so did his Big Wig Dream and he fell on the ground with over flown debts and big pocket hole. This time the severity of his condition aggravated beyond any treatment, It was fatal.

Now with the gloomy cloud overhead, he dwells on suicidal thoughts finding penance in death.

BUT IS IT A SOLUTION?

Ethically answer is no!

THEN WHAT TO DO??

Logically the answer is KEEP TRYING!

IF THAT TOO, FAIL??

Hypothetically the answer is always thriving for silver lining.

Brain will keep giving you reasons but mind will always pull you down and it is never ending debate of RIGHT and WRONG.

           PHRENOLOGY OF TASTE OF LUXURY

Dimpled chin

Round ears

                                   MORAL

Don’t fly too high, that you end up getting your wings burned.

BORN WORRIED

   BORN WORRIED

Life teaches us so many lessons sometimes in the harsh way and those things get imprinted over our brain, mind and heart forever. This new found wisdom helps us to make better choices in future but what happens when we get jinxed over one thing and our life revolve over and over and over again to that point? See for yourself.

PRE-HISTORIC LIFE

These are the days, short lived and long forgotten. The days which are marked with springs and blossoming flowers of childhood, no worries and only fun, so was the life of this boy. He was the son of a banker. The spring swept away so fast those now those days have become nothing but the memory in the nostalgic yellow pages of book. He had big dreams for himself. A probable graduation scholarship and foreign settlement but the dreams are gone broken.

THE HAUNTED PAST

It was a time he was about to take the decision about his career but lo and behold the lightening stuck their house. His father was diagnosed with third stage throat cancer (it wasn’t a surprise for the family as it was expected because of his father’s indulgent activities throughout his life but the surprise factor was is timing of appearance). His life started to shuttle between the chemo’s of his dad, his studies and his low scale coaching business which he used to do to fund his pocket money.

THE PRODIGAL SON

Day by day his father condition worsened and day by day his professional hard work tried to outshine. If there is a straight road there are no worries but the brain wrenching happen when there comes a T-point where the wits of greats get exhausted without being conclusive. But this young boy who was genetically mutated to man with burden on his shoulder had to find answers. Since his father job was just dissolving in ether, leaving boy’s low scale turned medium scale business as the financial liquidity there was another outbreak of news.

The boy had received a complete scholarship for his once upon a time foreign dream. The boy could see the irony; the father could see his helplessness and the mother could manage a shower of tears. His decision would describe the course of future. And hence came the era of prodigal son.

TEN YEARS DOWN THE LINE

He is well settled coaching teacher now and his business is bearing him lot of juicy fruits. He is married with a kid too. His father died two years after the diagnosis. And after that major setback, life has been velvety smooth for him except his mind made creases giving him jerky and bumpy rides.

The incident in his early twenties has made him aged like a worrisome man with pulsating carotid in his early thirties now. He have started living on edge irrespective of the fact that life has given him a chance to let down his hair and relax on the revolving chair but still, once broken dream and tore heart had left a deep scar and the constant fear of impending misery. If he wants, he still can’t live his life the fullest.

PHRENIOLOGY OF WORRISOME

Small eyes

Excessive long nose (makes one excessively cautious and particular about the surrounding)

Tense lines on the forehead showing itself the deep furrows

MORAL

Destiny is always destining to happen whether we worry about it or not. 

Want of Prodigal Son

     WANT OF PRODIGAL SON

We have stepped into 21^st century and aged with its passing years but still our stingy mediocre thinking is glued to our social outlook having male child in the family who can be crowned as the prodigal son, who carries on the family genes into the new century. In past, we have seen under the pretext of having male child, there was increase number of female feticide. The advance medical test like ultrasonography and ammocentesies became the play cards in the hands of bigots of the society.

But these are the con old methods; the new to one in is SURROGACY.

             TWO SISTERS AND ONE BROTHER

The family was one of the nuclear family of Delhi with very well settled background but the only flaw that they think they had was that they have two daughters no son. Since the orthodoxy of gone ages ran in their blood. But when their two daughters were young and below ten years of age their financial condition didn't allow the burden of third. But with passing time, as wealth increased in their bank accounts, they were robbed of appropriate age to beget a child. But the dream to have a baby boy still lingers deep in their thoughts even though they were on the verge of getting their eldest daughter married.

It was the modern technology that opened doors for them to get their wish fulfilled.

They went and registered for surrogacy, nine months of wait, two lakh down the pipe, last moment of anxiety and definitely misuse of technology to know the gender of unborn finally bear them the fruit. They became the proud parents of the boy, delivered by the maid who worked in some remote sectors of suburb of the city. Poverty made her do that, money made them buy the son.

The two day old boy went under the gruesome scanning head to toe to rule out any organo-pathy or genetic disorder. Boy was young and healthy and his new mother was old with arthritic knee.

It seemed like a fairy tale, finally their patience paid and they bought their way changing the course of destiny.

But as they say, we should think before, what we wish for.

          PROVIDENCE HAD THE LAST LAUGH

As the boy grew from infancy to toddlerhood under the care of his elder sister (or couple’s second daughter) the big smile and the puffed up pride of the couple started to faint away in oblivion. He started to show symptoms of hyperactivity and destruction. Doctors diagnosed the boy with ADHD= Attention Deficit Hyperactive Disorder.

Our diagnostic machines can pick up pathology or defect in chromosome but not the heredity or per se in this case hyperactivity or insanity running in the bloodline.

The body at present is undergoing super-expensive psychiatric help and is yet to take admission in school like his peers.

He was born to be a prodigal son to take the responsibility of his aging foster parents but he became the overgrowing liability for the oldies.

        PHRENOLOGY OF BIGOTS OF SOCIETY

Stiffed upper lip

Pinched nose

                                  MORAL

Sometimes when we force god though we are delivered the package but the packing is not the same as we want it to be.

THE GREAT DESPERATION (EUTHANASIA SERIES)

   THE GREAT DESPERATION

                                             (EUTHANASIA SERIES)

Euthanasia means mercy killing. The continents have been divided over this never ending debate of mercy killing for terminally ill people. When their ailment become incurable and their sufferings crosses extremes, they plead for death, they plead for no other breath and then the big question arises on the humanitarian ground, whether or not they deserve the peaceful death. But when mankind can’t hold any firm grounds and the matter just keep going on merry-go-rounds, it’s the desperation of the sufferer who finally noun the clown.

WORKOLOCHIC SALVATION

He was 53 years old when he was diagnosed with pancreatic cancer and it shocked everyone who heard it. The guy in his plenty years of existence on the planet had lived in and with nature with a signature Amish style in the Forest of Jim Corbett Park.

And after being diagnosed with city’s lavish disorder and being treated in city’s ravishing hospital, his misery increased many fold. Finally he got bored with this humdrum existence and frequent rendezvous with doctors that one fine morning he gave up all, running back to the pavilion in the greenery of the forest to find the ultimate solace.

He abandoned the whole lot of colored medicines, digital scans and the bed rest to the greenery of the dense jungle.

Whole life he has never smoked a cigar, have aside any hard drink, had not touch soft one, but still without such indulgence he didn’t expected such fall down in his bachelor life.

His brother and mother requested him to stay but one thing that didn’t rusted in his body was his obstinacy. His decision was the rocky line with no exception. He had remedied his condition with work alcoholic euthanasia.

And what was expected, happened in just matter of days. The fortnight later to the day he left the house, the son of nature got absorbed in nature, Ashes to ashes, earth to earth. Was it a desperation or prudence, the question still looms large?

SANTHARA

 (Religious Ecastic)

Years back, in my intern year, my friend was dealing with a case of liver cirrhosis (liver damage, again irreversible pathological condition) of one of her acquaintance who happened to be of Jainism faith.

The lady was 65 years old and was diagnosed with Wilson tumor (excessive disposition of copper in body which mainly damages the liver) which has rotten her liver and as a result she had a screwed up digestion. Her day in and day out struggle was with swallowing the morsel of food but completely futile. All that went in one way in fraction of seconds was puked out with addition of gastric juices.

Even the senior most doctor of our hospital went in to see the patient at bed side, but the projectile vomiting had no full stop. The family of lady had taken opinion from all system of medicines authorized in India but the canvas was still colored with shades of grey.

She was a strong will lady, that once, at the death of her husband in her youth, she became the man of the house bringing up her two little kids. But now she had enough from life and she didn’t want to cry or be on her knees in front of verdict of providence and hence she turned tables on destiny and decided to adorn “santhara”. It is a religious fast in which the persons willfully give up his life, fasting till the very end. No grains and no water.

Her family tried to talk her out but even on death bed, her words were rock solid. It didn’t take death much time to take her soul away. Finally it was desperation that played the dice.

Both the above listed cases went into their choose euthanasia.

PHRENOLOGY OF STRONG WILL

Remarkable horizontal length of upper lip demonstrates the strong self esteem trait.

Prominent parallel lines running from base of the nose to the center of the upper lip cutting it represent high moral trait.

Bright and big eyes show confidence.

Broad nose with well placed alae nasi indicate pneumatic nose hence finally to brain gives strong decision making power.

NOTE

I can’t think of any flashy moral. In my freshman year I won first prize for speaking against the motion of euthanasia-mercy killing. But now bring in practice for six years and watching the naked reality of sufferings, my heart and my mind differ with their own proposition. Hence, it’s a never ending debate of ethics.