IMPRESSION

It is said that "First Impression Is The Last Impression." Well it is very correctly said, but what about the phase between the first and the last??? Well I was on my way back on the BEST from mulund. Way loaded with bags in my hand (giving my first impression as a shopping addicted person, which I'm not actually) N most tensed that the ice-cream in my hand does not melt out. Seated and all busy in managing the bags specially the ice-cream.....at bhandup station's stop a man comes n sits in the seat in front of me. Dressed in Pink shirt with Peach stripes on it(WOW he left Manish Malhotra, Ritu Beri, Anmol Kakad Behind In Color Schemes), Peach biscuit colored pants, hand full of gold rings, and the shirts top button left open so that his gold chain is also visible, n most important it looked like as if he had forgotten to take a bath or had never interest in bathing! Oh yes, how could i forget his most important accessory his mobile phone! And The Way hes was sitting on the seat......As if hes the king of the world! Well i got his first impression as a big show off person. Well the bus starts moving and to get his impression well on the lady sitting in front of him, he takes his Mobile dials a number "Hello!! meeting kaisa tha???.......Ha....Ha....Aree Main Nahi tha na...Meeting kaisa tha!....Ha MBA ka Kuch Decide Hua??(MBA???and you???thats what i thought in my mind :D) Ha.....Ha....Main nahi tha na ..Accha....." On and On.Man What show off?? I was so badly laughing in my heart! Ohk now the phone was down after some 5 minuets of the MBA n Haa Main Nahi Tha talk! And all trying to catch the eye of the lady in front of him....But unfortunately he didn't. Here comes hes second attempt now. Out comes his cell phone and this time it was " Ha, main bus main hun..ha woh aa raha hoga, are nahi woh uthar gaya main bus continue kar raha hun...abhi main gandhinagar pahuncha....KYA aaya nahi...aree baat kar raha hoga..abhi aa raha hoga....cell peh missed call deh jub pahunchega...theek hai.......accha...missed call deh theek hai!"(missed call u have loads of balance looks like) He keeps the phone. And now his hands are swaying in his hair i wondered Y??? he had soo less hair on his head that if he would keep on swaying his hand in them, the rest would also fall down...and giving a smile to the lady sitting in front of him.Thoroughly pissed off with the gentleman sitting in front of me I continued sitting in my seat, eyes all full of anger but fortunately he couldn't see them thanks to my sunglasses and wanting to throw him off the moving bus because if his idiotic behaviour! Somehow I spent half an hour tolerating this gentleman on the gandhinagar slope. Now as soon as the slope finished, I didn't care for the traffic ahead n neither of the ice-cream with me, I got up from my seat and stood at the exit of the bus and as soon as the bus stoped in the traffic I got down and walked the rest.

So The Last Impression Of That Person On Me Was That...He Was The Biggest Fool Ive Seen In My Life.N so the moral of the story is "First Impression IS Not Always The Last Impression."

Color (Just Highlight The Empty Space To Read The Post)

"Crocodile Crocodile which color do you chose??" Sounds familiar right?? And we would prompt out "Red" "Green" "Black" "Yellow". Asking your friend " What is your favorite color??". Color -The word itself defines everything....good...bad..evil...everything! Some express it with paints, some with words. But exactly what is the significance of colors in our life??........ever thought that?? What exactly has influenced me to write this particular post is this incident - One day my mom came from the temple, all quite.....drowned in the ocean of thoughts. I went and asked her that what was wrong? so she says " Today in the temple..i saw an old lady sitting all in depression and tears.I went and asked the Pandit of the mandir....he said that the lady's daughter has given birth to a son, but he is not opening his eyes...his eyes are shut and doctors are saying that you leave everything on God's hands".......After sometime I went to bed. I looked up to the ceiling n was looking at my glow in dark galaxy which was all glittering to the max in the dark.A thought came to my mind....I am privileged to see all this.....I can appreciate the beauty around me in other words "I can see" but what about that child?? For him the whole world is just one color - BLACK. How he will be feeling when he will grow up?? A question arose to me.....the child will defiantly question his mother " Ma....My friend was saying that his favorite color is yellow.What is it? How does it look ( or rather i should say feel) like??" Firstly the feelings of that mother at that time cannot be expressed by any word or any sentence in this world. But she has to answer to her son. So she would probably say " Son you can only see and feel one color and that is Black". And there will come another innocent and a curious question..."Ma...What is color black?? How does it feel and look like??"


Form that particular night I am trying to find a proper definition of color black. A definition that can satisfy the child, which does not increase the curiosity in him about the different colors in life, which does not make the child feel that he is BLIND!

CAN YOU DEFINE IT OUT???