A plethora of topics to write from for the first story/blog,you know its not a stroll in the park per se to write your first story, but then i realised ‘why look so far when your life has had its fair share of storms and rains’. I am a huge fan of adversity infact i am looking for adversity in my life as crazy as it may sound. So my story ‘s plot took a couple of weeks ago where i was homeless for a couple of days trying to land a job in the process. How did i wind up homeless? Well…thats another story for you guys believe me there is a whole lotta stories in the store.
SUNDAY 6th may,2018
since i woke up in the morning i have been trying to figure it out what’s the best place to be homeless? Ting! my brain lights up,just to run a little background i am a national level football (soccer) player and a fitness freak i mean if i don’t workout on a day i get all cranky it ‘s like a baby without his favourite toy. ‘Devilal stadium’ my mind spoke to me and why not i mean i can workout over there and live for a couple of days as well (try to understand the mindset i have that come hell or hot water i will put in that work because i believe that we all you ,me ,that neighbourhood uncle we all have that ‘one ‘ thing which is as good as god for us.)
Coming back to our plot ,it is evening 5:00 pm and i am in the devilal stadium located near rajeev chowk ,gurgaon. I see all these people doing their thing, i start working out as well ,it goes on for about 7:30 ish,post workout i take a breather for half an hour then i start sweating over dinner.
now ,since i have only a mere sum of 300 bucks with me i try to find something really ‘sasta’ for dinner ,there’s no denying i would have slit my or anybody’s throat for a maharaja mac (haha i kid of course).I find this really cheap dhaba and it is 9:45 i am back to the stadium trying to find a spot to crash.
my alter ego asks me “nishat where are you going to sleep?” I reply ‘you see this green patch ,this whole ground is your bed ‘. (i just adore this ability to turn anything monotonous or hard into something joyful,isn’t that the greatest characteristic a man possess? ).
Tip- god forbid if you ever end up homeless always carry a mosquito repellent with you to hell with dinner man the real battle is with mosquitoes.
That night i went through patches of sleep a couple of minutes here a couple of minutes there.
Monday 7th may,2018
i woke up at 4 am , i never told you why am i even homeless right , i am appearing for this fitness coach post at a reputed sports organisation. By 5 am i am ready to leave i need to reach there by 6:30 on the way i start munching on ‘parle-g’ that is my breakfast ,i bought it from the dhaba last night.
Today is fitness test , i see there are seven more candidates for the post but all i am wondering is how peacefully they must have slept last night in their air conditioned room,but in moments like these i have always prayed to my god and asked her (in my case it is a ‘she’ it is a girl actually i pray to.)that give me what i deserve if i deserve to be homeless then so be it.
I nail the fitness test (i am cocky) infact i topped it i cemented myself at the top but still we have 2 more days to go since the trials are going to last for 3 days. 10:30 am i am back to my base(stadium) ,god as soon as i came back i was dog tired so i decided to sleep on the seats and i did sleep like a log for 3 or so hours.that was the only place with shade.
1 pm i am back in my dhaba there is a sense of familiarity now between me and the ‘dhabewala’, post lunch i take another nap till 5:00 clock in the evening. As soon as i wake up i know i have to workout but my mind hesitates a bit because i had zero sleep last night ,had to excel the fitness test and didn’t get the maharaja mac to eat,my body reeks of fatigue. But hey! that dhaba’s rajma chawal was a bliss. After tons of debate in my head going on like the ‘lok sabha ‘i finally decide that i will do a light session (again it’s the mentality that nothing will ever get in your way).
7:30 pm i am sweating over dinner again but tonight i have decided that i wont sleep in the stadium because i am scared of dogs and oh my god did they howled at me last night or what? It is not their fault actually i invaded their privacy you know they must have wondered “who is this dude man now we can’t even roam around peacefully tonight let us bark at him and tell him that it is our backyard”.
In the morning when i was coming back from me trials i saw this cute little set up of benches in front of a temple and it was very inviting i had decided it then and there only that okay this is where i am going to crash for the night. I eat my rajma chawal and reach my crash site by 11 pm . I see the ‘pandit’ locking the gates of the temple and going towards his little hut just outside the temple . When you are homeless you don’t want to attract too much attention you know i try my best to not look shady you know just wait around until things get settled.
11:45 i am ready to sleep i put on my my repellent and i pray to “her” that please do not send much mosquitoes my way .
If you guys remember this was the night of the storm when the northern part of our country was hit by a massive storm ,so what happens is around 1 in the night i notice that you know a slight breeze is flowing and i am like half awake where your eyes are closed but you are not asleep and i thank holy heavens thank you for this wonderful weather. Fast forward an hour or so i am in this wreck haha,i am curled up into this ball in order to avoid the storm and to my surprise there is another person sleeping on another bench beside me but he does not give a hoot and a half about the storm because he has covered himself with a sheet(chaddar).
HOMELESS TIP- always carry a sheet with you if you ever end up homeless .
Polythene, leaves and whatnots flying all over the place. Now for all you folks out there you must be wondering why did i chose to do this wheras i could have gone to a friend’s place or maybe slept in the stadium itself.
but hey! if you are me if you are nishat you don’t do things the ‘normal’ way. amidst all that all i am thinking is how to pass this storm because that is what it is to me ,a test.
by going through all these horrible things i am preparing my mind for that 2 am call that my mother is dead so that i do not collapse on that night, that folks,is life!!!!!!!!. Even on your “rainbow and unicorn” days life will go south on you believe me,it is the “MURPHY’S” law indeed.
i didn’t sleep that night obviously but instead i observed a beautiful natural phenomenon “the storm”.
That is the key ladies and gents you know i chose to be homeless so i gotta deal with the perks of it. This is a slight issue i have with people these days you know you chose that girlfriend ,you chose that job ,you chose them set of friends notice how i am using the word ‘chose’. As the famous entrepreneur Gary Vaynerchuk says it “when you do not complain life become black and white to live” and i believe that without shack.
i must apologise to drift you guys from the real plot you guys must be wondering “what is with all this philosophy man? we follow enough you tube channels for that”.
4am in the morning and i am raring to go to my trials ,today is ‘drill demonstration’ test i.e how clearly as a coach can i convey my exercise to my clients. hey,by the way when i looked in the mirror this morning i noticed sand,leaves in ,my hair from the storm last night. For all the girls out there i have this huge afro curly hair and sometimes stuff gets stuck in it. Girls,you dig?
To be honest with you guys i messed up my demonstration because i was not in my senses that morning and you and i both know why but thosse people didn’t. I have been an underdog all my life and love that ,wouldn’t trade places for anyone.But luckily the only silver lining was that they noticed i had immense knowledge about the topic. to my surprise the trials the trials which were supposed to last for 3 days were now for only 2 days. Do you know what that meant?i get to go home today , i ain’t no crybaby but i was sure as hell emotional that day.
On my way back my brain replays all that happened in past couple of days and i am like “what?you went through all that. that’s amazing.”
My message to y’all is that be patient and embrace the suck because i betcha 99.99 cases you must be the one who would have driven himself /herself into that suck. so why not make a festival out of that suck.
I have a whole bunch of stories ranging from girlfriend(s),parents to screwed up scenarios, afterall i am your average 20 something guy but i am weird(er) than almost all of y’all i can bet my life on that.
I also invite you guys to go together to that dhaba and have a plate of god made rajma chawal or maybe let us workout in that stadium whatever your thoughts maybe you lemme know savvy?
Show some love people this is my first stint. Uno,dos,tres HOMELESS:HAQ SE.
oh hey! you there? i was shortlisted for the interview and even got the part but they wanted to keep me on an interim basis for a month i was like “ohhh hell nawww!.