The Happiness of Pursuit...

I tease a male friend of mine with every supposedly handsum and heavy babe that we come across together in the elevators,stairs,corridors,malls,trains,bus stops,shared autos,trains,even in random crossings and even museums and exam centres...This guy has an eye for the detail.He,I guess,never needed to be taught the chivalry of being a gentleman and the ettiquettes and mannerisms of sumone very dignified because his poise and attitude reflected every bit of decency.I guess he has everything in him that would brand him a perfect gentleman,but yes,he also has sumthin very commonly present in all my male friends;they call it the art of appreciating beauty.Beauty here very strictly means a figure that's not more ,not less,with appealing curves in their proper place,with a face that has no violent delicate scars,not even the slightest mark of irritating pimples and defects,and yes features that jus can maul with their sharpness.But they are the attractive,self sealed,non approachable auto-cuties for them.These naughty boys,look at them,enjoy the sight of their assets,feel the stimulations and more importantly becum happy-shappy and then.....ya ,,may be that's it.They are then captured in a world of imagination and fantasies and mind you,since there are so many , not every1 can suffice in their world of temporary dreams!!!!Most of them very soon,with the huge rush in of competition and need for change become forlorn memories,remembered only at times ,mostly in context to sum other gal.These "hoorparis" are given their due respect and since noone cares to find out their details (sum are privileged enuff to send a whole lot of boys hogging for their name and whereabouts,including actions as blantant as staring at their id cards with a restive hope to see sum letter formations )referred too as "Woh laal pyjama","us din waali yaar" or "alizi apni" or ironically very contradicting"pimple faced -tall gal with an ugly friend". More often,the regular attractions that one comes across in offices,food courts,trains and shuttles are given some sense of belonging and sum respect .They are referred to "teri waali" ya"Meri waali",sumtimes with mutual consent,"hamari" too.I asked this friend of mine ,very innocently once,"what if the gal u r ogling at now,standing in the right corner of the stairs,cum up to u and propose,,u would accept it na with open arms,open heart and open watnots"..haina?haina?,,,and he replied..."noways yaar,wts da fun in getting sumthing wthout any kinda pursuit.I love to pursue things before i get them.That gives me da joy of achievement."...Ab yeh toh hadd ho gayi...Ppl desire and die for free things in life,and sum ppl are really lucky to get the things they want with minimal efforts.But do we really enjoy and value the admissions that we get through our papa's influence,or the salaries that we get paid for sitting on bench in corporates ,or even the love that 's showered on us by parents,partners and peers that's effortless and indefinite and requires no extra combing on our part.Even Freedom costed us heavily.But I do value the the first rexic bag that I brought for myself,from my first salary.It's in tatters,but still preserved in my cupboard.As of relations,I know I value the ones that I got for free,for just being born into the world.But I get more sentimental about the ones that I had to strive and slog hard for keeping afloat,by dodging differences,understanding transits,accepting changes and reforming myself a little,just cos I wanted them in my life.There's an incredible energy in every lil pursuit u undertake for every lil dream u chase...and the joy of this run clings on to you making you feel greater,better and happier as a human ,as a fighter- a feeling that can suffice for all failures and falls that you had in the process!