Boulevard Of Broken Dreams

All of us always wonder at how ineffectual our Government can be at planning and then successfully executing those plans. Yes, we wondered too. Wondered and cursed in equal measure. But then again, have you ever “wondered” how many plans you have successfully executed ? Plans which include many people and which requires thought and preparing in advance.

Contemplate this. And you will understand that the best planners never succeed all the time. Success is always based on your own efforts, but sometimes, it requires a bit of luck and a whole lot of co-operation by outside factors over which you have no control. I’d always thought getting people to go somewhere at the brink of the moment would be easy. But golly, I was as wrong as when I’d predicted that Derby County would stay in the Premiership.

Usually, the brilliant (though hardly successful) planner is usually Parampreet. And definitely, one of the whiners has to be me.

But all credit to him for trying. Without him, life would be pretty boring. And I mean without the continuous hacking too.

Parampreet:- Arre, chal hum log kal Essel World jaate hain.

Shridhar:- Kabhi? Kitne baje? Kaise? KYON?

Neenad:- Arre haan, kal achcha din hain.

Siddhu:- I just read yesterday that Essel World is on the verge of being sold off. So ratings have dropped. I’m not coming. Times Of India had rated Essel World badly. (As you can note, Siddhu is one who sets store by ratings. Does this all the time before movies too)

Parampreet:- (Losing his cool) Arre chal na! Saala Times ne kya udhar ghar baandh ke rakha hai?

Shridhar:- I’m not coming re. Can’t miss my tennis. (Whining as usual)

Parampreet:- Tum log kameene hi ho.

Poor guy. Strives so hard to make plans work. But unfortunately, very lazy and can’t get up before 11.00 am in the morning. Hence the non-working of plans.

But the best planners I know of are my Dad, Prajakta and Mrunmayee. My Dad, because he does extensive research and is too stubborn. Prajakta and Mrunmayee, because they have to, as no one else does (see, i can atleast appreciate if I don’t pitch in)

But as much as I claim to have learnt lessons, I still revert back to the government-cussing, whining, monosyllabalic boy that I am. And here ends my “plan” of writing a longer article. All because of an outside factor called Lunch. And I’m already licking my lips.