I am curious, excited, and a bit nostalgic right now. I am about to loose the child in me. I m gonna miss my room, the softness of pillows, the warmth of my bed,.. My diaries will sleep tight with my memories, and my shelves and table may get rearranged. My dad will miss me waking up early at 6 am; i am gonna wake up before him, at 4 30 am while at academy. I will miss my daily prayer at home, the snooze in between, hihi.. Mom need not wait for me before dinner; i will be dining much faster than she serves the dinner. I will miss my Sunday mass, my church, i thought in mind as i bent down and kissed its floor today morning.... I m gonna miss my sister, my bro-in-law, and Annie will miss my National Anthem on bugle during video chats, and Ainston may look around for my voice... My friends will miss me, i will miss them.. I can't tell u how much i miss them, i may cry... But i can't cry; i am moving into an organization where cry means "War-cry" alone. Home was a refuge for me, as for all of us. I am now leaving home to be your protector... We may not be able to see online, chat, poke or exchange hugs and kisses,.. Behind every silent moment between you and me, you can see my sweat struggling to break my skeleton and wear an Armour to fight for our country. Because, "The more you sweat, the less you bleed", says Academy.......
I can't wait any more to be there. I will have new friends, and will be taught with some new subjects that will be taught only in the academy. Fire arms, power boats, land navigations, map readings, trekking, sailings, diving, sword fightings, an adventure filled, adrenaline rich life, through out out my career. Thats why the President of 33 SSB said "You guys have no idea about what Defense life has got to offer you; it can't be just told, but you have to live it".. Its not the fascination that motivated me, but being in Defense means serving all the citizens of our country with pride and honor. We may enjoy tax benefits, get liquor quotas, and can purchase white goods and almost everything free of tax, but remember, the uniform we wear shows our obligation to all the tax payers of our country. We are not just warriors of our country, but peace keepers assigned to safeguard 2 million square kilometers of our coastal area. May the lord of Oceans be auspicious onto us... Sham no Varuna..
Jai Hind...
Tuesday, December 28, 2010
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
The Restart (!)
During these days of silence, i traveled a lot, virtually and really.
I met a lot of people; a few of them traveled sitting very next to me, another few sat face to face on a computer interface, even though they were miles apart.
Thats why i said i traveled virtually and really.
It was SHE who asked this question.
"Where can i find the reset button of life?.."
Most of them i met during those journeys were clumsy, desperate, perplexed, and tired of asking this question to themselves... To "SHE", i answered, "while we find the reset button of our life, we loose our strength to hit the button"....
**********************************************************************************
It seems like the whole city is addicted to low floor Volvo bus. The number of people using them is increasing day by day. I was running fast to make sure that i did get the bus. I felt like heaven when i entered the a/c bus. Even though Christmas is setting in, i think we will have to celebrate it without cool nights. I was enjoying the scenario. I checked my wallet before demanding ticket. A hundred rupees note, a fifty rupees note and a few ten rupees notes smiled at me. I smiled them back. Its after a long while that my wallet saw some rich members. After a few stops, the bus came to a halt. A woman, pretty aged, about fifty, or sixty, not well dressed with a cloth bag in her hand got into the bus. I could see her taking a deep breath, closing the eyes, enjoying the chill or air inside. I was sure that she boarded the bus by mistake. When conductor was about to issue the ticket, she was shocked hearing the fare. While minimum fare is just 4 rupees, she had to pay 10 rupees for the same journey in a low floor. I could hear some giggling, whispers, and it was about her. She folded her hands, begging pardon to the conductor, and promised to get down at next stop. I thought for a while. I grabbed my wallet, but hesitated to pay her ticket. I was concerned about the way people may respond to the act. A few may be wondered, a few may still giggle, a few others may blame me for being stupid, and it may be difficult to find a person who will nod his head as a token of appreciation.... The bus came to a halt..She stepped out. By the time i relaxed on my seat, the words on Chetwode building came to my mind "I stand for my country first, then to my friends, and only at last to me".. then why the hell did hesitate to act?.. Why did i loose the opportunity to help a person?.. How can i serve a country if i cant give my service at least to one person?.. I wished that time could warp, and come back. I was looking for a "Restart" button. But the only button i could fine in the bus was "STOP"...
I wish i could have mentioned a few more incidents. But i am too tired. There is only one thing i wanted to tell you. At any part of our life, we are strong enough to hit "Restart" button of our life. It is the opportunity that we often miss. We fail to feel the button beneath our thumbs, and as time passes by, we find some other buttons, which can take us to dead ends in life.... If you find yourself careening off, be bold, and feel free to hit the "Restart" button...
I met a lot of people; a few of them traveled sitting very next to me, another few sat face to face on a computer interface, even though they were miles apart.
Thats why i said i traveled virtually and really.
It was SHE who asked this question.
"Where can i find the reset button of life?.."
Most of them i met during those journeys were clumsy, desperate, perplexed, and tired of asking this question to themselves... To "SHE", i answered, "while we find the reset button of our life, we loose our strength to hit the button"....
**********************************************************************************
It seems like the whole city is addicted to low floor Volvo bus. The number of people using them is increasing day by day. I was running fast to make sure that i did get the bus. I felt like heaven when i entered the a/c bus. Even though Christmas is setting in, i think we will have to celebrate it without cool nights. I was enjoying the scenario. I checked my wallet before demanding ticket. A hundred rupees note, a fifty rupees note and a few ten rupees notes smiled at me. I smiled them back. Its after a long while that my wallet saw some rich members. After a few stops, the bus came to a halt. A woman, pretty aged, about fifty, or sixty, not well dressed with a cloth bag in her hand got into the bus. I could see her taking a deep breath, closing the eyes, enjoying the chill or air inside. I was sure that she boarded the bus by mistake. When conductor was about to issue the ticket, she was shocked hearing the fare. While minimum fare is just 4 rupees, she had to pay 10 rupees for the same journey in a low floor. I could hear some giggling, whispers, and it was about her. She folded her hands, begging pardon to the conductor, and promised to get down at next stop. I thought for a while. I grabbed my wallet, but hesitated to pay her ticket. I was concerned about the way people may respond to the act. A few may be wondered, a few may still giggle, a few others may blame me for being stupid, and it may be difficult to find a person who will nod his head as a token of appreciation.... The bus came to a halt..She stepped out. By the time i relaxed on my seat, the words on Chetwode building came to my mind "I stand for my country first, then to my friends, and only at last to me".. then why the hell did hesitate to act?.. Why did i loose the opportunity to help a person?.. How can i serve a country if i cant give my service at least to one person?.. I wished that time could warp, and come back. I was looking for a "Restart" button. But the only button i could fine in the bus was "STOP"...
I wish i could have mentioned a few more incidents. But i am too tired. There is only one thing i wanted to tell you. At any part of our life, we are strong enough to hit "Restart" button of our life. It is the opportunity that we often miss. We fail to feel the button beneath our thumbs, and as time passes by, we find some other buttons, which can take us to dead ends in life.... If you find yourself careening off, be bold, and feel free to hit the "Restart" button...
Sunday, November 28, 2010
The Kick!!...
Qn. Who's the girl in white frock??am curious now, m wondering if its someone i know ! just to put a face to the (frock) pleeeease!!..
Qn. It's great to hear that you improved in your swimming,you should celebrate for that, but how come you project a man as "a girl in white frock?..." I think its time for you to fix an appointment with a psychiatrist..
Qn. blah blah and blah Says:
November 27, 2010 11:36 PM
Are you sure you didn't imagine any of the above events?
( a comment from my previous post)
Qn. I just finished two states. Seems like Chethan's writing style has influenced you a lot, didn't it?...
Well, right now i realize that i lay on a bed made of questions as sharp as arrows. While the first question came out of sheer curiosity, rest of them seems like they all hit on the same bull's eye - how genuine is your writing?....
Many of my friends advised me to be more concise, but i discovered that being elaborate can help to visualize things more clearly, and thereby creating a resonance with the writer's and readers' mind. That how i felt when i read Chethan Bhagat's works. So, i give an alpha to the person who asked the last question.
The second question from top, as you felt while reading through the last post shows that i lack imagination. While the idea to begin a blog struck my brain for the first time, i was sitting in Gurudev express, on my way back to home from Coimbatore. Whenever i check the title cloud on "Histats" ( a web sit which helps you to get the statistics of your site or blog) i found the word "gurudev" being highlighted all the times. I thought "gurudev express" might have taken hits, seeing unknown visitors from Germany, America, Poland, etc. in my blog, but now i doubt whether it might be people who were misguided to my blog while searching for "Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore". If he accepted the knighthood then He would have been known as "Sir Rabindranath Tagore", and my blog would have been confined to a few people within the social network sites.
To the last but one question, i replied that it was the best comment i have ever had in my life. Now i would like to correct it as "the most sincere comment". I don't know the person who wrote that to me, but honestly speaking, that single line had enough threshold to stimulate a thought process, a kick or a wake up call thats how i describes that question. When i started this blog, i wanted to write non-fiction. In the very first posts, the names are real, incidents are real, and an exact print of things that happened. During my first week, i had only one follower. Now i have 35 followers in my list, and things have changed quite a lot. I introduced fictitious characters, modified incidents in my own way that i needn't fear about anything unfavorable from my readers. I hardly realized that i was creating confusion and chaos in my readers' mind. I couldn't bring the tones in harmony. I take the responsibility... While preparing my first manuscript, i was dreaming to become one among the youngest writers in India. A dream i shared only with Jana. I think i have a long way to go to achieve that dream.... Until i come up with a post that doesn't disappoint you all, i declare my pen down strike, right from now....
Qn. It's great to hear that you improved in your swimming,you should celebrate for that, but how come you project a man as "a girl in white frock?..." I think its time for you to fix an appointment with a psychiatrist..
Qn. blah blah and blah Says:
November 27, 2010 11:36 PM
Are you sure you didn't imagine any of the above events?
( a comment from my previous post)
Qn. I just finished two states. Seems like Chethan's writing style has influenced you a lot, didn't it?...
Well, right now i realize that i lay on a bed made of questions as sharp as arrows. While the first question came out of sheer curiosity, rest of them seems like they all hit on the same bull's eye - how genuine is your writing?....
Many of my friends advised me to be more concise, but i discovered that being elaborate can help to visualize things more clearly, and thereby creating a resonance with the writer's and readers' mind. That how i felt when i read Chethan Bhagat's works. So, i give an alpha to the person who asked the last question.
The second question from top, as you felt while reading through the last post shows that i lack imagination. While the idea to begin a blog struck my brain for the first time, i was sitting in Gurudev express, on my way back to home from Coimbatore. Whenever i check the title cloud on "Histats" ( a web sit which helps you to get the statistics of your site or blog) i found the word "gurudev" being highlighted all the times. I thought "gurudev express" might have taken hits, seeing unknown visitors from Germany, America, Poland, etc. in my blog, but now i doubt whether it might be people who were misguided to my blog while searching for "Gurudev Rabindranath Tagore". If he accepted the knighthood then He would have been known as "Sir Rabindranath Tagore", and my blog would have been confined to a few people within the social network sites.
To the last but one question, i replied that it was the best comment i have ever had in my life. Now i would like to correct it as "the most sincere comment". I don't know the person who wrote that to me, but honestly speaking, that single line had enough threshold to stimulate a thought process, a kick or a wake up call thats how i describes that question. When i started this blog, i wanted to write non-fiction. In the very first posts, the names are real, incidents are real, and an exact print of things that happened. During my first week, i had only one follower. Now i have 35 followers in my list, and things have changed quite a lot. I introduced fictitious characters, modified incidents in my own way that i needn't fear about anything unfavorable from my readers. I hardly realized that i was creating confusion and chaos in my readers' mind. I couldn't bring the tones in harmony. I take the responsibility... While preparing my first manuscript, i was dreaming to become one among the youngest writers in India. A dream i shared only with Jana. I think i have a long way to go to achieve that dream.... Until i come up with a post that doesn't disappoint you all, i declare my pen down strike, right from now....
Saturday, November 27, 2010
How I celebrated....
I hope you remember the question "How do you celebrate?.."
I think now i know how i do..
I also hope that you remember about the significance of attitude in swimming. As you all know, attitude is not an SPST (single pole single throw) switch, which can switch on the circuit named "success".
Success is a treasure that is found by cracking the locks using a combination of attitudes. Take it from someone who again failed miserably to swim much better even by changing my attitude.
When i did my next freestyle, i again drowned, as "pride" filled my synapses which even made me forget the simple breathing techniques... I felt like a looser.
Hard work is that part of man which push him forward to forget his failures and motivates to achieve the target. Just like you, i too had it.. I tried and tried.
I appreciate my coach's motivation that helped to push myself inch by inch to the finish line.. Each time i try to give up, i can hear her voice asking me to retain the kicks, pull my arm one more time.
Today, was a bit different. she was standing on the other end of pool. I took my leap from the deep area. I was gliding for a few feet, breathing out through my nose, i could feel my right arm taking a stroke, soon followed by the left arm
all involuntarily. I was running out of breath. while the right arm rowed just before plunging into water, i took my first breath, and pushed myself forward.
I cleared the deep area, now i could feel my legs bearing strain, i was running out of breath. I used to give up usually at this point. i f i gave up, that would be the greatest disappointment to my coach.
I could feel her mind yelling out to push a little bit forward, urging me to meet the finish line. I couldn't give up. My shoulders ached, arms got tired, but i didn't stop.
i don't know how many times i took breath and rowed with my arms just before i touched the wall of pool.... I just made it. I swam on a full stretch. I yelled out, gave a hi five to my coach who was now fist pumping.
I just turned around to share my victory. But the pool was empty.I could hear a clap from mthe balcony. It was someone's guardian who came to pick his son or daughter. I gave a salute to him, and smiled with utmost joy.
I could hear Christina Corrs playing "Toss the feathers", and my mind was dancing to the tune.....
...."Ten rupees, sir"...
"What? What did you say just now?.."
"Ten rupees sir, for the chocolate." Now i was standing in front of the shop's counter with a 5 star in my hand, and recollecting today's swimming episode. I checked my wallet and gave him two five rupees coins.
I held my chocolate in my left hand and started my bike. I thought to tear the wrapper before starting my bike, but thought that it would be more fun to open it while riding. I did, and took a bite. With my left hand occupied by a chocolate, i shifted my gear without applying clutch.
I took a left turn, rode it through a gutter, shifting my gear down. The bike slowed down. i refused to give throttle, and was thinking about taking a very slow ride. I saw a red Alto parked in the bay on my left side much ahead of me. He looked out of his window, and by the time i reached near his car, he took a sudden right turn.....
I could feel my jeans rub against the front bumper, while i lifted my left leg, to make sure that it didn't hit my leg. I could feel a shock all the way through my body. I could literally taste adrenaline in my tongue, and its smell in my nostrils. While i slowed down my vehicle, i looked backwards, and i could see people scolding and shouting at the car driver.
I just looked at him for a while.. A plain numbed look... I could feel my right hand touching my forehead and shoulders making a sign of Cross...In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy spirit.. I looked at the heaven above.. I started off again...
While i took the next bite, a scooter sounded a horn. "Man, what happened just now?." The lady who was riding the scooter asked me. Young of course. And to my greatest surprise, i found a chocolate inn her left hand, half bitten.
" I could have been killed by now. Almost avoided an accident." "Lucky you". She replied loudly, struggling to let me hear despite of the disturbance caused by wind during riding. "Yeah!.. really..."
I lifted my left arm, showing my chocolate to her. "To life".. "What?..She didn't get it. "A small celebration"..I said " To life..." "oh!.. thats great!!,,.. to life".. And we took bites on our bar together. She took a right turn, and i took a left turn..
"Man, what happened just now?.." I was awaken from a day dream...
It was not that young lady, instead a man on scooter, I looked to his left hand. He didn't hold a chocolate. Who was she then?...
"Man, what happened?. are you alright?..."
"Yaeh! i am fine thank you. Just escaped from meeting with an accident... i m okey.."..
So who was the lady?.. Well, the movie "Inception" gave me a term. It was not hallucination, but it was something what we (they) call "projection" of thought. May be thats the way i want to celebrate. By a simple hi five, a cheer, and may be sharing the sweetness with that lady on scooter. I doubt whether she looked like "the girl in white frock"...
I think now i know how i do..
I also hope that you remember about the significance of attitude in swimming. As you all know, attitude is not an SPST (single pole single throw) switch, which can switch on the circuit named "success".
Success is a treasure that is found by cracking the locks using a combination of attitudes. Take it from someone who again failed miserably to swim much better even by changing my attitude.
When i did my next freestyle, i again drowned, as "pride" filled my synapses which even made me forget the simple breathing techniques... I felt like a looser.
Hard work is that part of man which push him forward to forget his failures and motivates to achieve the target. Just like you, i too had it.. I tried and tried.
I appreciate my coach's motivation that helped to push myself inch by inch to the finish line.. Each time i try to give up, i can hear her voice asking me to retain the kicks, pull my arm one more time.
Today, was a bit different. she was standing on the other end of pool. I took my leap from the deep area. I was gliding for a few feet, breathing out through my nose, i could feel my right arm taking a stroke, soon followed by the left arm
all involuntarily. I was running out of breath. while the right arm rowed just before plunging into water, i took my first breath, and pushed myself forward.
I cleared the deep area, now i could feel my legs bearing strain, i was running out of breath. I used to give up usually at this point. i f i gave up, that would be the greatest disappointment to my coach.
I could feel her mind yelling out to push a little bit forward, urging me to meet the finish line. I couldn't give up. My shoulders ached, arms got tired, but i didn't stop.
i don't know how many times i took breath and rowed with my arms just before i touched the wall of pool.... I just made it. I swam on a full stretch. I yelled out, gave a hi five to my coach who was now fist pumping.
I just turned around to share my victory. But the pool was empty.I could hear a clap from mthe balcony. It was someone's guardian who came to pick his son or daughter. I gave a salute to him, and smiled with utmost joy.
I could hear Christina Corrs playing "Toss the feathers", and my mind was dancing to the tune.....
...."Ten rupees, sir"...
"What? What did you say just now?.."
"Ten rupees sir, for the chocolate." Now i was standing in front of the shop's counter with a 5 star in my hand, and recollecting today's swimming episode. I checked my wallet and gave him two five rupees coins.
I held my chocolate in my left hand and started my bike. I thought to tear the wrapper before starting my bike, but thought that it would be more fun to open it while riding. I did, and took a bite. With my left hand occupied by a chocolate, i shifted my gear without applying clutch.
I took a left turn, rode it through a gutter, shifting my gear down. The bike slowed down. i refused to give throttle, and was thinking about taking a very slow ride. I saw a red Alto parked in the bay on my left side much ahead of me. He looked out of his window, and by the time i reached near his car, he took a sudden right turn.....
I could feel my jeans rub against the front bumper, while i lifted my left leg, to make sure that it didn't hit my leg. I could feel a shock all the way through my body. I could literally taste adrenaline in my tongue, and its smell in my nostrils. While i slowed down my vehicle, i looked backwards, and i could see people scolding and shouting at the car driver.
I just looked at him for a while.. A plain numbed look... I could feel my right hand touching my forehead and shoulders making a sign of Cross...In the name of the Father, and the Son and the Holy spirit.. I looked at the heaven above.. I started off again...
While i took the next bite, a scooter sounded a horn. "Man, what happened just now?." The lady who was riding the scooter asked me. Young of course. And to my greatest surprise, i found a chocolate inn her left hand, half bitten.
" I could have been killed by now. Almost avoided an accident." "Lucky you". She replied loudly, struggling to let me hear despite of the disturbance caused by wind during riding. "Yeah!.. really..."
I lifted my left arm, showing my chocolate to her. "To life".. "What?..She didn't get it. "A small celebration"..I said " To life..." "oh!.. thats great!!,,.. to life".. And we took bites on our bar together. She took a right turn, and i took a left turn..
"Man, what happened just now?.." I was awaken from a day dream...
It was not that young lady, instead a man on scooter, I looked to his left hand. He didn't hold a chocolate. Who was she then?...
"Man, what happened?. are you alright?..."
"Yaeh! i am fine thank you. Just escaped from meeting with an accident... i m okey.."..
So who was the lady?.. Well, the movie "Inception" gave me a term. It was not hallucination, but it was something what we (they) call "projection" of thought. May be thats the way i want to celebrate. By a simple hi five, a cheer, and may be sharing the sweetness with that lady on scooter. I doubt whether she looked like "the girl in white frock"...
Sunday, November 21, 2010
Nikki....
I was chatting with two of my friends on-line. One was my brother in law's friend, and other was Priya. While chatting with Priya, we came across a talk about maintaining contacts with friends. She was saying that a few of them promise to stay in contact with each other, but all vanish like 'a fart in a wind' (courtesy :"Shawshank Redemption". So apt phrase. Soon a window popped up "Chat from NIKKI"...Nick named as priv@te...
priv@te: hi, wassup
.
.
.
.
When i met him for the first time, he was sitting on a bench next to the MCO in Bhopal railway station, with his head held low, and silent. He came all the way from Noida, for attending SSB. Even though he seems to be a bit reserved at the first sight, the following days in 33 SSB really showed to me how smart and dynamic was that chap. Thats why people say not to judge any one.
What i really loved in him was his behavior, his innocence, and he too had the habit of writing diary, just like me. The five days of SSB were more than enough to build a strong bond between us. Unfortunately, he didn't get recommended. He used to say to me that he would be the first person in his village to become an officer, if he gets recommended. While he bid me good bye, i was weeping in my heart. Later, He joined a private firm. and soon after joining his firm, he changed his status in gmail and orkut account to "private job sucks"...
.
.
.
priv@te: hi, wassup
me: haaaai...fine yaar...thu kaise ho?
priv@te: m also f9....hows ur swimng coching going????/
me: gr8!!...badiyaa hein..bohuth zyaada paani piya pool se
priv@te: wn u vl go 4 ur trang?
me: January...kal yaa parsom ko Merit list aayega...Chathurvedi ko yaad hein thumhe?...usne phone kiya tha aaj.....
priv@te: okkk...chaturvedi ji kaise h.......
me: theek ho...Waiting for CDSE 2's result...
priv@te: yar dis tym i ve also filled d form 4 CDSE 2011
me: great, man...leking Navy keliye age over heena?
priv@te: even m doing a pvt job but still ........ m confused abt my career towards defence.....
me: kyom?... Gaamv ke pehele officer banne ka sapna chod diya kya?
priv@te: nopp yar ...i cant.......i wann join d armd force ...
dats why m not concentrating on my job
priv@te: still dis dream is creating .chemical lochha in my mind every tym.....
wt shuld i do yaar.........
me: hihi... but i would say concentrate in your present job. When a monkey jumps from one branch to another, it hold one hand very firmly, before grabbing the next branch. Else he will fall down, and we don't know what is below. Very similarly, you have now grabbed on your private job. Grab it firm, and look forward to join defense... after grabbing defense, private job ko chod do..afterall, it sucks na?... ;)
priv@te: u r realyy a very very very gr8 person yar
me: hihi...
priv@te: :D .........really thank for the GOD to gv me such a good person
me: i thank him for the same... to have a really good friend like you...
priv@te: ha ha ha ha
yar i want to meet u
me: me too...Shayad December meem Delhi aaunga meem...thab there gaavm mem muche zaroor leke jaana..
priv@te: defenitly....it vl be .....my pleasure....
me: :D
priv@te: m feeling very free now by talking u.........thanks yaar
me: my pleasure yaar... i just want to see your smiling face... ur smile is very cute... :)
priv@te: thanks... hope v vl meet soon.......m waiting for u.....
good night....shubh ratri
me: yup...will see definitely...
Shubh rathri.:)
I wish i should have shown this chat to her. But i wanted to show this to the entire world, that friendship is a special gift. May be you wouldn't have felt so, but defenitely, Nikki did...
priv@te: hi, wassup
.
.
.
.
When i met him for the first time, he was sitting on a bench next to the MCO in Bhopal railway station, with his head held low, and silent. He came all the way from Noida, for attending SSB. Even though he seems to be a bit reserved at the first sight, the following days in 33 SSB really showed to me how smart and dynamic was that chap. Thats why people say not to judge any one.
What i really loved in him was his behavior, his innocence, and he too had the habit of writing diary, just like me. The five days of SSB were more than enough to build a strong bond between us. Unfortunately, he didn't get recommended. He used to say to me that he would be the first person in his village to become an officer, if he gets recommended. While he bid me good bye, i was weeping in my heart. Later, He joined a private firm. and soon after joining his firm, he changed his status in gmail and orkut account to "private job sucks"...
.
.
.
priv@te: hi, wassup
me: haaaai...fine yaar...thu kaise ho?
priv@te: m also f9....hows ur swimng coching going????/
me: gr8!!...badiyaa hein..bohuth zyaada paani piya pool se
priv@te: wn u vl go 4 ur trang?
me: January...kal yaa parsom ko Merit list aayega...Chathurvedi ko yaad hein thumhe?...usne phone kiya tha aaj.....
priv@te: okkk...chaturvedi ji kaise h.......
me: theek ho...Waiting for CDSE 2's result...
priv@te: yar dis tym i ve also filled d form 4 CDSE 2011
me: great, man...leking Navy keliye age over heena?
priv@te: even m doing a pvt job but still ........ m confused abt my career towards defence.....
me: kyom?... Gaamv ke pehele officer banne ka sapna chod diya kya?
priv@te: nopp yar ...i cant.......i wann join d armd force ...
dats why m not concentrating on my job
priv@te: still dis dream is creating .chemical lochha in my mind every tym.....
wt shuld i do yaar.........
me: hihi... but i would say concentrate in your present job. When a monkey jumps from one branch to another, it hold one hand very firmly, before grabbing the next branch. Else he will fall down, and we don't know what is below. Very similarly, you have now grabbed on your private job. Grab it firm, and look forward to join defense... after grabbing defense, private job ko chod do..afterall, it sucks na?... ;)
priv@te: u r realyy a very very very gr8 person yar
me: hihi...
priv@te: :D .........really thank for the GOD to gv me such a good person
me: i thank him for the same... to have a really good friend like you...
priv@te: ha ha ha ha
yar i want to meet u
me: me too...Shayad December meem Delhi aaunga meem...thab there gaavm mem muche zaroor leke jaana..
priv@te: defenitly....it vl be .....my pleasure....
me: :D
priv@te: m feeling very free now by talking u.........thanks yaar
me: my pleasure yaar... i just want to see your smiling face... ur smile is very cute... :)
priv@te: thanks... hope v vl meet soon.......m waiting for u.....
good night....shubh ratri
me: yup...will see definitely...
Shubh rathri.:)
I wish i should have shown this chat to her. But i wanted to show this to the entire world, that friendship is a special gift. May be you wouldn't have felt so, but defenitely, Nikki did...
Friday, November 19, 2010
Struck with a question!!..
This is going to be the shortest post in the life of my blog...
After SSB, i was nick named as ANNA (meaning: brother in Tamil). While having a chat with Stifler (another candidate nick named after Erick Stifler in American Pie, by me), he asked me a question.... I thought and thought for a long time...But couldn't answer it. Even though the question is addressed to me, i have the same question for you all,..
"Anna, how do you celebrate?....."
Someone please help me....
After SSB, i was nick named as ANNA (meaning: brother in Tamil). While having a chat with Stifler (another candidate nick named after Erick Stifler in American Pie, by me), he asked me a question.... I thought and thought for a long time...But couldn't answer it. Even though the question is addressed to me, i have the same question for you all,..
"Anna, how do you celebrate?....."
Someone please help me....
Sunday, November 14, 2010
How often do you drown?..
1 and 2 and 3 and 4 BREATH 7 and 8 and 9 and 10 BREATH...
Perhaps you may be wondering about the missing 5 and 6. Well,... apparently its not a Salsa class, or a disco class, as it rhymes. Its my swimming class, and the counts are the kicks. While breathing kicks are to be maintained, thats why its implicitly mentioned. Those of you who knows swimming may find this dull, and might have followed a different method for studying, but for the time being, lets swim together..
All my uncles and aunties from dad's side are excellent swimmers, but those from my mom's side haven't dipped their body in a river or pond. The funny fact is, both of their houses are along riverside. Unfortunately, we moved from my paternal house, to this sweet home while i was on age 1. So i had no option to learn swimming. 20 years later, i got selected to the Navy. Thats where i am going to work, to the sea. Apart from that, swimming is a necessary trick to be learned by everyone.
I joined for swimming a few weeks ago, at my old school, which has a 2 year old well equipped pool, and good trainers. As usual, i didn't feel at home to the new place. I mean who would, when you are the only man with a hairy chest, wearing a tights, making the body line exposed to every one, while rest of them are kids, all giving a weired look, unable to judge whether i am a new instructor or a student much junior to them in the aspect of swimming?... The head coach gave me some tips about breathing i was supposed to imitate it. Later he asked me to glide, and try gliding with kick. "excellent work, man. Usually no one catches up so fast in the very first class". Said the head coach. Oh! that was a day of celebration. I felt the same happiness which i felt while riding my bike for the first time.
The following days were totally different. Whenever i finish gliding and start kicking, i start to drown. I can hold breath for a good time and breath out slowly so that i can sustain my gliding. But when ever i tries to breath meanwhile sculling to keep my balance, again, i start to drown. It was head coach who told me, to be relaxed, and keep kicking even while breathing. I tried, tried, and tried, but i failed, failed and again failed. I was a bit disappointed. For the next few days, i was trying the same. During these days i see at least one movie per day. One of the best ways to kill time. So Jana suggested me a movie- "The Guardian". Its the story of a legendary US Coast Guard rescuer. The hero is transferred to a training school to overcome a post traumatic shock. He expelled a student on the very first day, who could not float in water for about 30 mins. Then he makes a statement, "First lesson on physics of swimming- Muscles do not float!..". That was exactly my problem. To kick we need to transfer power to our legs. Meanwhile, keeping the upper part of the body relaxed is like smiling with one half and crying with the other half of our face. I was confused. I blindly believed that it was possible. Somehow, i was able to do that, i still don't have any idea about it; its just an involuntary process now.
Later i was given with a kick board, and asked to kick towards the deep area. To be sincere, i was afraid. There is nothing to be ashamed of being afraid there is always a coward in you. Again, a movie came to my help. In "Three Kings", George Clooney says "The best way to get rid of your fear is by committing that deed and proving yourself that you are courageous". I went to the deep area. I could see the floor tiles running down grade, and the depth increased as i advanced. I couldn't breath. I lost my control, i was drowning,... Suddenly i grabbed the track line. In fact i was climbing over it. The skin of my right arm got clutched between the plastic floats. After taking a deep breath and removing the goggles to get a clear vision, the first thing i noted was, every one, in the pool, the coach, the students, parents sitting in gallery burst into laughter. I really wanted to go deep down to the pool so that i can escape from the scene, but the pool was too deep. A fifth standard kid laughed at me again and went down to the pool and showed up a dozen times, which meant it was as simple as that. The coach asked me to do what the kid did. I obeyed. I then realized that it was just 6 feet deep. What George Clooney said was right.
After a dew days, i was taught with arm actions, and breathing associated with it. Still, my swimming was not smooth. While i swim, the pool echoes like there is a Tsunami coming from the track. Yesterday was the worst day, where i could not even repeat the first day lessons properly. I realized the exact meaning of "Back to square one". Two days ago i was sitting in Best Bakers with a cup of hot coffee in my hand, i was analyzing my problem... It took me a whole night to understand that it was my ATTITUDE. While i swim, i do it not to get drowned. I haven't tried it once to enjoy the beauty, to feel the hidden physics of swimming. And i believe that in every aspects of life where we fail miserably, we all are behaving with this attitude.
As i mentioned before, i was back on square one. So today i was accompanied by a lady coach, who was very gentle, giving me live feedbacks and tips, correcting me after every step. I repeated every stages of freestyle from day one, every thing the very same, except one- ATTITUDE. Believe me or not. Today, i did some real freestyle. As my vital capacity was not adequate, she advised me to stay off from deep area. So from next day onwards, i have to do some exercises to improve myself.
There were times at which i wanted to give up, i wanted to cry, i wanted to raise my middle finger to the other arrogant female coach, but giving up and desperation were not the reasons for which i went to the pool. After climbing out of the pool, i wanted to give my coach a hug, as i couldn't do it without her, but, you know, my costumes..I just spilled a few coffee over my jeans while laughing with the cup held in my hands. I was celebrating over a cup of coffee over the same table, same chair, but with a different attitude....
Perhaps you may be wondering about the missing 5 and 6. Well,... apparently its not a Salsa class, or a disco class, as it rhymes. Its my swimming class, and the counts are the kicks. While breathing kicks are to be maintained, thats why its implicitly mentioned. Those of you who knows swimming may find this dull, and might have followed a different method for studying, but for the time being, lets swim together..
All my uncles and aunties from dad's side are excellent swimmers, but those from my mom's side haven't dipped their body in a river or pond. The funny fact is, both of their houses are along riverside. Unfortunately, we moved from my paternal house, to this sweet home while i was on age 1. So i had no option to learn swimming. 20 years later, i got selected to the Navy. Thats where i am going to work, to the sea. Apart from that, swimming is a necessary trick to be learned by everyone.
I joined for swimming a few weeks ago, at my old school, which has a 2 year old well equipped pool, and good trainers. As usual, i didn't feel at home to the new place. I mean who would, when you are the only man with a hairy chest, wearing a tights, making the body line exposed to every one, while rest of them are kids, all giving a weired look, unable to judge whether i am a new instructor or a student much junior to them in the aspect of swimming?... The head coach gave me some tips about breathing i was supposed to imitate it. Later he asked me to glide, and try gliding with kick. "excellent work, man. Usually no one catches up so fast in the very first class". Said the head coach. Oh! that was a day of celebration. I felt the same happiness which i felt while riding my bike for the first time.
The following days were totally different. Whenever i finish gliding and start kicking, i start to drown. I can hold breath for a good time and breath out slowly so that i can sustain my gliding. But when ever i tries to breath meanwhile sculling to keep my balance, again, i start to drown. It was head coach who told me, to be relaxed, and keep kicking even while breathing. I tried, tried, and tried, but i failed, failed and again failed. I was a bit disappointed. For the next few days, i was trying the same. During these days i see at least one movie per day. One of the best ways to kill time. So Jana suggested me a movie- "The Guardian". Its the story of a legendary US Coast Guard rescuer. The hero is transferred to a training school to overcome a post traumatic shock. He expelled a student on the very first day, who could not float in water for about 30 mins. Then he makes a statement, "First lesson on physics of swimming- Muscles do not float!..". That was exactly my problem. To kick we need to transfer power to our legs. Meanwhile, keeping the upper part of the body relaxed is like smiling with one half and crying with the other half of our face. I was confused. I blindly believed that it was possible. Somehow, i was able to do that, i still don't have any idea about it; its just an involuntary process now.
Later i was given with a kick board, and asked to kick towards the deep area. To be sincere, i was afraid. There is nothing to be ashamed of being afraid there is always a coward in you. Again, a movie came to my help. In "Three Kings", George Clooney says "The best way to get rid of your fear is by committing that deed and proving yourself that you are courageous". I went to the deep area. I could see the floor tiles running down grade, and the depth increased as i advanced. I couldn't breath. I lost my control, i was drowning,... Suddenly i grabbed the track line. In fact i was climbing over it. The skin of my right arm got clutched between the plastic floats. After taking a deep breath and removing the goggles to get a clear vision, the first thing i noted was, every one, in the pool, the coach, the students, parents sitting in gallery burst into laughter. I really wanted to go deep down to the pool so that i can escape from the scene, but the pool was too deep. A fifth standard kid laughed at me again and went down to the pool and showed up a dozen times, which meant it was as simple as that. The coach asked me to do what the kid did. I obeyed. I then realized that it was just 6 feet deep. What George Clooney said was right.
After a dew days, i was taught with arm actions, and breathing associated with it. Still, my swimming was not smooth. While i swim, the pool echoes like there is a Tsunami coming from the track. Yesterday was the worst day, where i could not even repeat the first day lessons properly. I realized the exact meaning of "Back to square one". Two days ago i was sitting in Best Bakers with a cup of hot coffee in my hand, i was analyzing my problem... It took me a whole night to understand that it was my ATTITUDE. While i swim, i do it not to get drowned. I haven't tried it once to enjoy the beauty, to feel the hidden physics of swimming. And i believe that in every aspects of life where we fail miserably, we all are behaving with this attitude.
As i mentioned before, i was back on square one. So today i was accompanied by a lady coach, who was very gentle, giving me live feedbacks and tips, correcting me after every step. I repeated every stages of freestyle from day one, every thing the very same, except one- ATTITUDE. Believe me or not. Today, i did some real freestyle. As my vital capacity was not adequate, she advised me to stay off from deep area. So from next day onwards, i have to do some exercises to improve myself.
There were times at which i wanted to give up, i wanted to cry, i wanted to raise my middle finger to the other arrogant female coach, but giving up and desperation were not the reasons for which i went to the pool. After climbing out of the pool, i wanted to give my coach a hug, as i couldn't do it without her, but, you know, my costumes..I just spilled a few coffee over my jeans while laughing with the cup held in my hands. I was celebrating over a cup of coffee over the same table, same chair, but with a different attitude....
Tuesday, November 9, 2010
Right before he says "I LOVE YOU".....
Disclaimer:
This is an abstract from my friend's life. Isn't it amazing?.. If you think that i am lying (as the girl in white frock was controversial), it is because i wrote this for him in my own style, my own ways, with a tint of exaggeration. He told this to me when someone send an "I LOVE YOU" to his mobile. He was not sure, whether she was kidding or not. So he ringed me, narrating the entire story, and meanwhile, he confessed about his school days. Apparently, this post is like Sidin Vadukut's "DORK ;The incredible adventures of Robin Einstein Varghese" ( Ever heard of that book?. Well there is one such book), as i don't have any topic, sitting idle at home, i thought to publish this without his consent. Thanks dear friend, and pardon me...
"I love you"...
The moment this messaged beeped into my mobile, i was shocked. I could hear my heart beat, much faster, and harder. I was about to pick up some curry from dining table. My hand was shivering and i was breathing fast; panting to be exact.
There is a story behind it. I will tell you that towards the end. So now about my love stories.
I had my primary education from a village school, English medium, of course. For my further education, i moved to a hi fi school in town.
For the first time in my life, i had to mingle with students from city. It was a new experience. I was able to showcase my talents much early.
It may be childish egos, i was alone. Most of them exempted me from their companies. I was confused, i couldn't help myself. There was a very good gang of friends in my class. I wanted to be in that group, but they always avoided me.
They used to tell some codes, like SLN, SLS, etc. At first they didn't tell me what it was, later, they said that it was a short form for their crushes, like Sreekanth Loves Sneha (names changed).
They offered a membership in their club if i had such a crush. This was my golden chance to get into. So i lied to them, and came up with a girl's name. So my first love (fake) happened in 5 th standard.
In 6 th standard, i became more self sufficient. I made friendship with more and more students. But was a little introvert towards girls, a bit shy, u may say. If i can speak well to girls now, it is because of my seventh standard friend, X.
She belongs to Kannur. Her father got transferred to Ernakulam; obviously she was in this school. She was fat, chubby, bulky, and taller than me. But had a sweet smile.
She was very forward, very good in mingling with girls and boys, and had a good handwriting. I felt a new charm in talking with girls after talking with her. But i was so immature that i had my crush on her from the very next moment.
We used to do arm wrestling, and had fun. I tried to impress her in every possible way. I told this to my friend. He told that to her, helping to make it a two way line.
At that time, i came to now that she had crush on another boy in our class. So she came to me and told that if i am ready to be sincere, then she is ready to make it a 2way line.
i was happy. We made the deal. But we didn't talk much, our friend ship didn't grow even one step forward. For the coming X'mas, i gave her a Christmas card. She gave one in return to me; it had lovely words, even though i don't remember them.
I kept it in my Biology book, and didn't open it in house, as i was afraid that my dad and mom would find it. When i scored 15/50 for the next exam, my mom made me open the text and she found it, but didn't say anything.
I tore it off, so that i can go on with my studies. On the up coming Valentine's day, she gave me a v'card. I was astonished. It was meant for college chaps who are in very serious loves, thought i. So i told her that i wont accept it.
She questioned our deal and reminded me that i was not supposed to cheat. Whatever, that relationship didn't last any more because of this. Next year, she moved to another school, because of her father's transfer. Till now i don't have a contact with her.
I tried to find her, but in vain.
In nine th and tenth, i had real crush on a girl. I liked her beauty , beauty alone. But was not bold enough to tell her. She was in a two way line with another boy. Even if i was not late to tell her, she wont agree to that. Even though i was smart, i was more or less a kid...mere kid. On the day of our X'mas celebration, i gave a gift to her, through my friend. I thought of giving it directly to her, but my knees trembled when i went near her.
I didn't have guts. She accepted the gift, and gave it back to me through the same friend. Her boyfriend also came to know about it, and he mentioned that on a chat between us. So i gave that up.
In +1 and +2, i was fed up and didn't try for one. But i love that school very much. That taught me some real friendship. That school made me a man, more over a human being. In college, same story.
Now about the story i mentioned in the beginning.
I was very mischievous. Remember the love letters we used to write for Christmas friends?. My brother used to read them to me. So i thought to try it in my class. I asked a few girls to write a love letter to my friend asking him to wait at a particular spot. He did, along with his friends. Me and all those girls noticed that and let our alphas out. I had left out a clue to find me so that soon after reading the letter, he will find me and everything will end in a laughter. But a fucking friend sitting next to me yelled out that as per the clue, i was the man. The surprise was lost. I swore to him that it was not me. Next day, he some how found me, and i was pulled to the boy's toilet.
Remember the friends' gang in 5th std?. They all were present there. I got a slap on my face from the victim. It still hurts my heart every time i think about that school. I had many good experiences there, but this is so bitter that it could shield off all the happiness.
Those friends are there in my FB friends list, but i rarely speak to them. This friend even threatened about complaining to the principal. I didn't even want to think about a conversation which makes my parents feel humiliated.
I even remember falling to his feet for not complaining. It hurts...
I didn't learn a lesson. I tried it to another friend. He was very upset with me for a few days, but while he gave me his autograph book, i wrote my apologies to him. The words were so sincere that he felt what i meant. He wised up. We became friends again, as before.
But he gave me a piece of advice. Never make fun of friends by selecting a sensible topic like LOVE. People blindly believes for the matter of love. Thats why love is unique. He also said that i wont be able to feel how he felt, unless i came across such a situation. So i was vigilant, still i am.
So whenever and where ever i hear the words, "I love you", i ask my mind am i being trapped, like i did to my friends?. Does some one wants to see me as a joker in the ring of love?... If so it hurts..
I don't know what was in your mind when you said those three words to me. I don't believe that u said it for a time pass, did u?... Just as you said i would love to hear that from you, because i love you a lot. And all people in this world love to hear that they are being loved by someone.
At the same time, i don't like to hear that from you, because, i would like to love only one girl, and will certainly marry her. But that girl has to be chosen by my parents. I had demanded permission from them only for one thing - to join an IT company even though i am a mechanical engineer. I won't disappoint them, i won't let them down.
May be i mistook you very badly, but believe me, your breath and your talks were not the same; in case u didn't notice. But i am very grateful to you, as you gave me a chance to know how sweet is that feeling when some one say to you "I LOVE YOU"...
Sorry if u felt bad reading the last paragraph. In these matters, i am like that sensitive, immature school kid, ain't i?.
This is an abstract from my friend's life. Isn't it amazing?.. If you think that i am lying (as the girl in white frock was controversial), it is because i wrote this for him in my own style, my own ways, with a tint of exaggeration. He told this to me when someone send an "I LOVE YOU" to his mobile. He was not sure, whether she was kidding or not. So he ringed me, narrating the entire story, and meanwhile, he confessed about his school days. Apparently, this post is like Sidin Vadukut's "DORK ;The incredible adventures of Robin Einstein Varghese" ( Ever heard of that book?. Well there is one such book), as i don't have any topic, sitting idle at home, i thought to publish this without his consent. Thanks dear friend, and pardon me...
"I love you"...
The moment this messaged beeped into my mobile, i was shocked. I could hear my heart beat, much faster, and harder. I was about to pick up some curry from dining table. My hand was shivering and i was breathing fast; panting to be exact.
There is a story behind it. I will tell you that towards the end. So now about my love stories.
I had my primary education from a village school, English medium, of course. For my further education, i moved to a hi fi school in town.
For the first time in my life, i had to mingle with students from city. It was a new experience. I was able to showcase my talents much early.
It may be childish egos, i was alone. Most of them exempted me from their companies. I was confused, i couldn't help myself. There was a very good gang of friends in my class. I wanted to be in that group, but they always avoided me.
They used to tell some codes, like SLN, SLS, etc. At first they didn't tell me what it was, later, they said that it was a short form for their crushes, like Sreekanth Loves Sneha (names changed).
They offered a membership in their club if i had such a crush. This was my golden chance to get into. So i lied to them, and came up with a girl's name. So my first love (fake) happened in 5 th standard.
In 6 th standard, i became more self sufficient. I made friendship with more and more students. But was a little introvert towards girls, a bit shy, u may say. If i can speak well to girls now, it is because of my seventh standard friend, X.
She belongs to Kannur. Her father got transferred to Ernakulam; obviously she was in this school. She was fat, chubby, bulky, and taller than me. But had a sweet smile.
She was very forward, very good in mingling with girls and boys, and had a good handwriting. I felt a new charm in talking with girls after talking with her. But i was so immature that i had my crush on her from the very next moment.
We used to do arm wrestling, and had fun. I tried to impress her in every possible way. I told this to my friend. He told that to her, helping to make it a two way line.
At that time, i came to now that she had crush on another boy in our class. So she came to me and told that if i am ready to be sincere, then she is ready to make it a 2way line.
i was happy. We made the deal. But we didn't talk much, our friend ship didn't grow even one step forward. For the coming X'mas, i gave her a Christmas card. She gave one in return to me; it had lovely words, even though i don't remember them.
I kept it in my Biology book, and didn't open it in house, as i was afraid that my dad and mom would find it. When i scored 15/50 for the next exam, my mom made me open the text and she found it, but didn't say anything.
I tore it off, so that i can go on with my studies. On the up coming Valentine's day, she gave me a v'card. I was astonished. It was meant for college chaps who are in very serious loves, thought i. So i told her that i wont accept it.
She questioned our deal and reminded me that i was not supposed to cheat. Whatever, that relationship didn't last any more because of this. Next year, she moved to another school, because of her father's transfer. Till now i don't have a contact with her.
I tried to find her, but in vain.
In nine th and tenth, i had real crush on a girl. I liked her beauty , beauty alone. But was not bold enough to tell her. She was in a two way line with another boy. Even if i was not late to tell her, she wont agree to that. Even though i was smart, i was more or less a kid...mere kid. On the day of our X'mas celebration, i gave a gift to her, through my friend. I thought of giving it directly to her, but my knees trembled when i went near her.
I didn't have guts. She accepted the gift, and gave it back to me through the same friend. Her boyfriend also came to know about it, and he mentioned that on a chat between us. So i gave that up.
In +1 and +2, i was fed up and didn't try for one. But i love that school very much. That taught me some real friendship. That school made me a man, more over a human being. In college, same story.
Now about the story i mentioned in the beginning.
I was very mischievous. Remember the love letters we used to write for Christmas friends?. My brother used to read them to me. So i thought to try it in my class. I asked a few girls to write a love letter to my friend asking him to wait at a particular spot. He did, along with his friends. Me and all those girls noticed that and let our alphas out. I had left out a clue to find me so that soon after reading the letter, he will find me and everything will end in a laughter. But a fucking friend sitting next to me yelled out that as per the clue, i was the man. The surprise was lost. I swore to him that it was not me. Next day, he some how found me, and i was pulled to the boy's toilet.
Remember the friends' gang in 5th std?. They all were present there. I got a slap on my face from the victim. It still hurts my heart every time i think about that school. I had many good experiences there, but this is so bitter that it could shield off all the happiness.
Those friends are there in my FB friends list, but i rarely speak to them. This friend even threatened about complaining to the principal. I didn't even want to think about a conversation which makes my parents feel humiliated.
I even remember falling to his feet for not complaining. It hurts...
I didn't learn a lesson. I tried it to another friend. He was very upset with me for a few days, but while he gave me his autograph book, i wrote my apologies to him. The words were so sincere that he felt what i meant. He wised up. We became friends again, as before.
But he gave me a piece of advice. Never make fun of friends by selecting a sensible topic like LOVE. People blindly believes for the matter of love. Thats why love is unique. He also said that i wont be able to feel how he felt, unless i came across such a situation. So i was vigilant, still i am.
So whenever and where ever i hear the words, "I love you", i ask my mind am i being trapped, like i did to my friends?. Does some one wants to see me as a joker in the ring of love?... If so it hurts..
I don't know what was in your mind when you said those three words to me. I don't believe that u said it for a time pass, did u?... Just as you said i would love to hear that from you, because i love you a lot. And all people in this world love to hear that they are being loved by someone.
At the same time, i don't like to hear that from you, because, i would like to love only one girl, and will certainly marry her. But that girl has to be chosen by my parents. I had demanded permission from them only for one thing - to join an IT company even though i am a mechanical engineer. I won't disappoint them, i won't let them down.
May be i mistook you very badly, but believe me, your breath and your talks were not the same; in case u didn't notice. But i am very grateful to you, as you gave me a chance to know how sweet is that feeling when some one say to you "I LOVE YOU"...
Sorry if u felt bad reading the last paragraph. In these matters, i am like that sensitive, immature school kid, ain't i?.
Tuesday, October 26, 2010
There is a soldier in every kid..
There is a selfish part in every person. In me, you and everyone. I think it is this part which makes us hesitates from behaving like humans. You may be hearing this for the first time, because, this is my experience. Hope you remember the election chapter. I was on a non co-operation basis towards my mom's election because i didn't want to break my principles, i didn't want to bear a blotch on my image. In Sanskrit, "son" means the person who helps to get his father out of hellfire. when i found my dad and mom totally in hellfire, i couldn't hold on any more; so i entered the field and if this was a football match, you would have found me in the wing position. I had been on my bike from morning 6 to night 8 riding between 3 election booths, each located at about 2 kms apart. Yesterday, when i went to bed, i almost lost 80% of my buttocks' skin, and still feels like the bike held between my legs.
I started working on the eve of election, one of the crucial day of the event. Almost all party workers assume themselves as leaders of some portfolio. One or two are exceptions, and i appreciate their sincerity and should be seen as role models, while all others are like "Ettukaali mammoonju" (a character in Basheer's novel). The character always claims himself as responsible for any lady being pregnant in his area. So does these nasty leaders. They boast about things which they haven't done. Dad was almost giving up his hopes, as there were a lot of arrangements left unattended. So i joined him, and we did them all taking too much of time and effort.
While i was helping dad and mom to get out of this shit-hole, i realized another fact. Alcohol is the key fuel for these devils. They may survive without water for days, but not without alcohol. As my family strictly avoids the "OH" group (pardon me, my mom is a Chemistry teacher) getting them along with us was like bringing together the like poles of a magnet. So someone else made some parallel arrangements to keep things moving.
Desperation and frustration played its role and my heart was aching each time mom and dad were speaking and arguing to each other totally forgetting about their surroundings. My words didn't have any influence on them. I even felt like they were forgetting that i am their kid(my mom calls me so)when they didn't lent me their ears. Even though my dad may speak at high temper, he doesn't call anyone by abusive words. But during our run between stations i remember him calling some pricks, the above mentioned "mammoonjs", the liquor kings by the name "mother fucker". Well, he called it only once, while i called most of them by that name in my mind.
Now regarding money. These shameless nasty beggars are experts in picking coins by licking from down. No one shows the willingness to contribute a single rupee to do anything. There are many levels for the party and each of them have got leaders. The word leadership and leader lies in extreme ends in this realm. That was reflected in all tasks; from campaigning to casting votes. People whom we considered helpful were behaving in such a manner that we lost faith in them. Election, no matter how big or small is a serious business. People should not be ruled by delegates elected by a minority. Thats why all of us cast votes. In that sense, election is a battle, and certain battles are fought only to win. Like the coins in a chess game, i, dad, mom and all supporters need to be on the board. We may have to change our roles from King to pawn, some may drop out in between for saving someone else, but the game should always begin with 16 coins. So today, before our usual family prayer i had to remind my parents about the famous movie dialogue "there is no friend or enemy in politics, but only acquaints".
There are many more worse things to be mentioned, but i think this is more than enough to portrait the dark phase of the white dressed politicians. I foresaw most of them, and i see a bright phase of politics in India, after a series of refinement which will be made possible by the youth. Of course, it will take a long time to fulfill that dream. Until then, my contribution to nation making will be none other than casting votes. This is my (strictly mine alone) status, my policy or my vision about politics. And i was hesitating, simply because i want it to remain as such. There is a line written in-front of Chetwode building of IMA Dehradun, which tells us that a soldier stands for the well being of his country first and foremost, then for his friends, and only at last, for him. I just followed it. I kept aside my principles and vision helping my dad and mom, and now i feel that those actions haven't altered my principles. I might have repeated for a thousand times in my mind, the lines told by Silvester Stallone in Rambo - " We live for nothing and die for something". If you have ever done an act of selfless help, remember, there is a soldier in you.
I started working on the eve of election, one of the crucial day of the event. Almost all party workers assume themselves as leaders of some portfolio. One or two are exceptions, and i appreciate their sincerity and should be seen as role models, while all others are like "Ettukaali mammoonju" (a character in Basheer's novel). The character always claims himself as responsible for any lady being pregnant in his area. So does these nasty leaders. They boast about things which they haven't done. Dad was almost giving up his hopes, as there were a lot of arrangements left unattended. So i joined him, and we did them all taking too much of time and effort.
While i was helping dad and mom to get out of this shit-hole, i realized another fact. Alcohol is the key fuel for these devils. They may survive without water for days, but not without alcohol. As my family strictly avoids the "OH" group (pardon me, my mom is a Chemistry teacher) getting them along with us was like bringing together the like poles of a magnet. So someone else made some parallel arrangements to keep things moving.
Desperation and frustration played its role and my heart was aching each time mom and dad were speaking and arguing to each other totally forgetting about their surroundings. My words didn't have any influence on them. I even felt like they were forgetting that i am their kid(my mom calls me so)when they didn't lent me their ears. Even though my dad may speak at high temper, he doesn't call anyone by abusive words. But during our run between stations i remember him calling some pricks, the above mentioned "mammoonjs", the liquor kings by the name "mother fucker". Well, he called it only once, while i called most of them by that name in my mind.
Now regarding money. These shameless nasty beggars are experts in picking coins by licking from down. No one shows the willingness to contribute a single rupee to do anything. There are many levels for the party and each of them have got leaders. The word leadership and leader lies in extreme ends in this realm. That was reflected in all tasks; from campaigning to casting votes. People whom we considered helpful were behaving in such a manner that we lost faith in them. Election, no matter how big or small is a serious business. People should not be ruled by delegates elected by a minority. Thats why all of us cast votes. In that sense, election is a battle, and certain battles are fought only to win. Like the coins in a chess game, i, dad, mom and all supporters need to be on the board. We may have to change our roles from King to pawn, some may drop out in between for saving someone else, but the game should always begin with 16 coins. So today, before our usual family prayer i had to remind my parents about the famous movie dialogue "there is no friend or enemy in politics, but only acquaints".
There are many more worse things to be mentioned, but i think this is more than enough to portrait the dark phase of the white dressed politicians. I foresaw most of them, and i see a bright phase of politics in India, after a series of refinement which will be made possible by the youth. Of course, it will take a long time to fulfill that dream. Until then, my contribution to nation making will be none other than casting votes. This is my (strictly mine alone) status, my policy or my vision about politics. And i was hesitating, simply because i want it to remain as such. There is a line written in-front of Chetwode building of IMA Dehradun, which tells us that a soldier stands for the well being of his country first and foremost, then for his friends, and only at last, for him. I just followed it. I kept aside my principles and vision helping my dad and mom, and now i feel that those actions haven't altered my principles. I might have repeated for a thousand times in my mind, the lines told by Silvester Stallone in Rambo - " We live for nothing and die for something". If you have ever done an act of selfless help, remember, there is a soldier in you.
Saturday, October 23, 2010
There is a kid in every soldier..
I thought about this a dozen times..
I wrote thrice, but deleted it...
The only way i could put this stuff was in this way. .I know its not my usual way of writing. Kindly pardon me...I ll try not to disappoint you for the next time....
This is an abstract from a chat with my friend, who is residing overseas....
.................
....................
Priya: so tried anything new in blog??...
me: no i tried..but couldn't seems like....like...i am totally.. getting deteriorated...
Priya: wat happened?.....Try to write something...
me: i tried, but had to delete it..i don't even get an idea abt presenting it
Priya: till now your presentation is good.....go ahead..its readers who should judge
me: Got it, but.. k... let me tell u..
mom is a candidate for election...didn't i tell u that?
Priya: no you did not tell me, thats great news...
me: didn't i?..oH!..m sorry..in panchayath election.
I hate politics because its corrupt and ugly in the root level, and my mom is goin to compete there
Priya: no its ok..tell her my best wishes....
me: yeah sure
so i didn't want my mom to get into that s*it hole.
Priya: so why is she competing in election is it her decision...
me: My dad and mom are well known over this place and as mom was a teacher for abt 21 yrs in near by high school, her victory will be sure shot.Meanwhile the government came up with a new policy for women's reservation, and unfortunately our ward is reserved for women.
so my dad's friends compelled him a lot
they are his best friends, and dad couldn't refuse their suggestion.
infact, the party ( i hope the name is not important in this context) didn't have any other candidate in their mind
so owing to friends' pressure and dad's pressure, and more over the people in locality, mom gave nomination
so far so good
Priya: oh.....in that case even if you say she can't withdraw isn't it?....
me: yup...now my dad and mom are the worst persons to be put together as a team. Both of them lack patience, both of them always have a stand like "njaan pidich muyalinu 4 kombu." ( Please give me an English counterpart...)
so ultimately every day ends in a clash. and most of the days begins with the same..
me: fact is, i had been nice to people. i don't even become aggressive even if someone hurts me. Now i had to explode violently to my dad and mom, to put off their fights..not once, not twice, but many a times...
and i say this with utmost greif...
me: They say that it is their way of getting things done...well i can't agree to that.. they spend all the desperation and frustration of the day on each other...
Priya: oh..now i understood why you are so bored and aggressive....thinking about all these things...don't worry ...everything happens for something good in future.....u.. see ..something good is expecting for your family in future...its so silly to argue with them for these matters....Think about People whose life is worser than yours... and my small suggestion do please say a sorry to your parents if you have shouted at them..
me : i dont want anyone to call my mom and make an issue on this after reading my blog. So thought to keep this off the blog.
Priya: ok...then change the perspective....divert it to your view points towards politics... "its just my opinion"
me: yeah!.. i m happy that u r giving me good amount of motivation to write..As i said, i tried to write...3 times..but looks like i can't write now...i hate to lead a solitary life. i like to interact with people around me...but seems like i have chosen this solitary life by myself....and now i don't feel at home even while i live here...
Priya: That will vanish like a cloud in the sky...
go and talk to your friends in such times..it will be a great relief....
me: that really works. i feel like heaven when i share my life with them, but soon after i return to my house, ( i don't feel like calling it "home " right now) it gets back to that hostile feeling..:(
Priya: Then as best solution, i would suggest,....go to church spend some time , share all your problems with God..then when you return home....you will feel like calling it heaven...This works for me...hope it works for you too... :)
me: I did..Have u ever been to adoration chapel in broadway?..i went there, spent my time with god... I think he is busy dealing with much severe cases...lol..
Priya: hey don't say that......if he can create this whole universe...then he has the time for everyone....try some nightt vigils it really works..
me: i had experienced it....i was jut kidding
Priya: i know....., you will be fine...... :)
me: yeah!...
;)
Priya: I will be your advocate to St.Peter tomorrow at St. Peter Square.......
me: Thanks!...tell him that if he finds a man, sobbing like a kindergarten kid, for his dad and mom, and if his name is Thomas Antony Joseph, ask him better not to be late....Thats my baptism name...
Priya: sure...I will deal it in the right way...So.Problem solved...
me: ;)
k...let me get to bed...its getting late....Gud nite...
Sweet dreams..
Priya: ya..ok..bye....and you are always welcome to share your problems with me........have good sleep, be happy......gud nite, sweet dreams.
me: Gud night agony aunt...
Priya: Good night uncle.. :P
.................................................................
I wrote thrice, but deleted it...
The only way i could put this stuff was in this way. .I know its not my usual way of writing. Kindly pardon me...I ll try not to disappoint you for the next time....
This is an abstract from a chat with my friend, who is residing overseas....
.................
....................
Priya: so tried anything new in blog??...
me: no i tried..but couldn't seems like....like...i am totally.. getting deteriorated...
Priya: wat happened?.....Try to write something...
me: i tried, but had to delete it..i don't even get an idea abt presenting it
Priya: till now your presentation is good.....go ahead..its readers who should judge
me: Got it, but.. k... let me tell u..
mom is a candidate for election...didn't i tell u that?
Priya: no you did not tell me, thats great news...
me: didn't i?..oH!..m sorry..in panchayath election.
I hate politics because its corrupt and ugly in the root level, and my mom is goin to compete there
Priya: no its ok..tell her my best wishes....
me: yeah sure
so i didn't want my mom to get into that s*it hole.
Priya: so why is she competing in election is it her decision...
me: My dad and mom are well known over this place and as mom was a teacher for abt 21 yrs in near by high school, her victory will be sure shot.Meanwhile the government came up with a new policy for women's reservation, and unfortunately our ward is reserved for women.
so my dad's friends compelled him a lot
they are his best friends, and dad couldn't refuse their suggestion.
infact, the party ( i hope the name is not important in this context) didn't have any other candidate in their mind
so owing to friends' pressure and dad's pressure, and more over the people in locality, mom gave nomination
so far so good
Priya: oh.....in that case even if you say she can't withdraw isn't it?....
me: yup...now my dad and mom are the worst persons to be put together as a team. Both of them lack patience, both of them always have a stand like "njaan pidich muyalinu 4 kombu." ( Please give me an English counterpart...)
so ultimately every day ends in a clash. and most of the days begins with the same..
me: fact is, i had been nice to people. i don't even become aggressive even if someone hurts me. Now i had to explode violently to my dad and mom, to put off their fights..not once, not twice, but many a times...
and i say this with utmost greif...
me: They say that it is their way of getting things done...well i can't agree to that.. they spend all the desperation and frustration of the day on each other...
Priya: oh..now i understood why you are so bored and aggressive....thinking about all these things...don't worry ...everything happens for something good in future.....u.. see ..something good is expecting for your family in future...its so silly to argue with them for these matters....Think about People whose life is worser than yours... and my small suggestion do please say a sorry to your parents if you have shouted at them..
me : i dont want anyone to call my mom and make an issue on this after reading my blog. So thought to keep this off the blog.
Priya: ok...then change the perspective....divert it to your view points towards politics... "its just my opinion"
me: yeah!.. i m happy that u r giving me good amount of motivation to write..As i said, i tried to write...3 times..but looks like i can't write now...i hate to lead a solitary life. i like to interact with people around me...but seems like i have chosen this solitary life by myself....and now i don't feel at home even while i live here...
Priya: That will vanish like a cloud in the sky...
go and talk to your friends in such times..it will be a great relief....
me: that really works. i feel like heaven when i share my life with them, but soon after i return to my house, ( i don't feel like calling it "home " right now) it gets back to that hostile feeling..:(
Priya: Then as best solution, i would suggest,....go to church spend some time , share all your problems with God..then when you return home....you will feel like calling it heaven...This works for me...hope it works for you too... :)
me: I did..Have u ever been to adoration chapel in broadway?..i went there, spent my time with god... I think he is busy dealing with much severe cases...lol..
Priya: hey don't say that......if he can create this whole universe...then he has the time for everyone....try some nightt vigils it really works..
me: i had experienced it....i was jut kidding
Priya: i know....., you will be fine...... :)
me: yeah!...
;)
Priya: I will be your advocate to St.Peter tomorrow at St. Peter Square.......
me: Thanks!...tell him that if he finds a man, sobbing like a kindergarten kid, for his dad and mom, and if his name is Thomas Antony Joseph, ask him better not to be late....Thats my baptism name...
Priya: sure...I will deal it in the right way...So.Problem solved...
me: ;)
k...let me get to bed...its getting late....Gud nite...
Sweet dreams..
Priya: ya..ok..bye....and you are always welcome to share your problems with me........have good sleep, be happy......gud nite, sweet dreams.
me: Gud night agony aunt...
Priya: Good night uncle.. :P
.................................................................
Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Congratulations!..Plan B worked.
One year ago, standing in the long queue of a movie ticket counter, i seldom expected that within a matter of no time, i would be in a hell like situation. It was for the first time that i was in line to take a movie ticket on the second day of film release. For proper queue discipline, the way to counter are provided with grill like structures; (call it barricades or handrails as u like) not more than 60 cms wide. The queue was so designed that it takes a U-turn before it reaches the counter. Above the head the free-board is restricted to about 40 cms, so that no one can walk over you. So literally, i as confined to a space of 2m X 0.6 m.... U usually during off seasons, we used to run through this narrow tracks to get tickets. I used to notice a shaft at the U-turn and wonder about it's purpose. Standing in the queue, i was literally getting crushed in the rush. We were in the queue two hours before issue of tickets, which means i had to die there for two more effing hours. It was boiling inside, air was getting stale, i couldn't breath properly, and my breast bone was aching on account of the high pressure imparted by the rush. I thought of going back, giving up the thought to procure a ticket, but i was accompanied by a friend, who was stronger than me, in this case. He asked me to stay in line, and not to give up. In such situations, our brain ask us to fly or fight. The prominent side picks up the message and react silently, or violently. I behaved in a different way. I was planning to go back, but it was impossible. I began to cry. That was the only way left out to get their attention. I said i was having trouble to breath and may black out at any instance. That day i recognized the real actor in me. I was not really crying, but was acting so. But my dear friend really thought that i was crying, and there was no way by which i could convince him. still he believes that i cried out of pain. So i was air lifted by them, and their free-board was occupied by a man 168 cms long. People lifted their hands and it worked like a giant conveyor and i was taken into the exit. Meanwhile i was flipped into a square opening, and before i realized that it was the same shaft i used to wonder for its utility, i got occupied there. With utmost disappointment, i realized that i was having fear for congested spaces known as "claustrophobia".....It took weeks to get rid of the disappointment and shame. I need not worry about it any more, as i would be trained very sooner. I was recollecting the disaster, while the whole world was looking towards a major rescue operation - The rescue of miners trapped in Chile, as per PLAN B.
Last night, i took an early leave from the web, and confined myself to prayers for the rescue operations. Ascending through 2040 feet of pitch black darkness at a speed of 1 m/s, and the uncertainty for a disaster or rescue dangling on a steel cable of just 45 mm dia, there is no wonder why someone didn't take initiative to step into the capsule. And even after a rescue there is a chance for them to be the victims of claustrophobia. This was what lead me to spend some time rolling the beads of rosary one by one.
I got up this morning a little late, and even before getting brushed i tuned into BBC to get live feeds on the rescue. It was 2203 hrs in Chile, and rescue operations were about to start 30 mins ahead of schedule. The tunnel was lined with steel pipes for about 150 m inclined at an angle of 11 degrees, after which it joins the main vertical tunnel for rest of the 500 m descent. Being a Civil engineer, i am well aware about the challenge and risk to grind in through a variety of soil strata, and if 33 workers make it to the surface safely ( i hope and pray for it) then its the biggest miracle, mankind would have ever witnessed, and the greatest achievement for safety engineers and rescue operators. I was even wondered when i came to know that three more people, including a mine worker and two paramedics will be lowered to the mine. No one can predict how humans react when they meet another living organism of the same gene number after a span of 69 days. I am pretty sure that one part of the world will be totally unaware about this incident; many of them might have clocked in for their usual jobs, a few of sailors and Navy seals piped out for their ship, and a few other mine workers may be getting lowered into mines for the next shift to lift up their livelihood. I was fortunate enough to sit alone at home, and watch the live scenes from Chile, so that i can feel the courage of men who went down for the rescue, i can give out a sigh of relief when the crown of FENIX2 shows up, i can embrace the dear ones out of sheer pleasure, and i can feel the pride felt by Chili's Mining Minister Laurence Golborne, who was an active participant in the rescue operations...I wish to spend some more time chatting with you, but just now the first miner Florencio Avalos has showed up...HALLELLUEAH!......off to him...See you later...
Last night, i took an early leave from the web, and confined myself to prayers for the rescue operations. Ascending through 2040 feet of pitch black darkness at a speed of 1 m/s, and the uncertainty for a disaster or rescue dangling on a steel cable of just 45 mm dia, there is no wonder why someone didn't take initiative to step into the capsule. And even after a rescue there is a chance for them to be the victims of claustrophobia. This was what lead me to spend some time rolling the beads of rosary one by one.
I got up this morning a little late, and even before getting brushed i tuned into BBC to get live feeds on the rescue. It was 2203 hrs in Chile, and rescue operations were about to start 30 mins ahead of schedule. The tunnel was lined with steel pipes for about 150 m inclined at an angle of 11 degrees, after which it joins the main vertical tunnel for rest of the 500 m descent. Being a Civil engineer, i am well aware about the challenge and risk to grind in through a variety of soil strata, and if 33 workers make it to the surface safely ( i hope and pray for it) then its the biggest miracle, mankind would have ever witnessed, and the greatest achievement for safety engineers and rescue operators. I was even wondered when i came to know that three more people, including a mine worker and two paramedics will be lowered to the mine. No one can predict how humans react when they meet another living organism of the same gene number after a span of 69 days. I am pretty sure that one part of the world will be totally unaware about this incident; many of them might have clocked in for their usual jobs, a few of sailors and Navy seals piped out for their ship, and a few other mine workers may be getting lowered into mines for the next shift to lift up their livelihood. I was fortunate enough to sit alone at home, and watch the live scenes from Chile, so that i can feel the courage of men who went down for the rescue, i can give out a sigh of relief when the crown of FENIX2 shows up, i can embrace the dear ones out of sheer pleasure, and i can feel the pride felt by Chili's Mining Minister Laurence Golborne, who was an active participant in the rescue operations...I wish to spend some more time chatting with you, but just now the first miner Florencio Avalos has showed up...HALLELLUEAH!......off to him...See you later...
Tuesday, September 28, 2010
The Cyber man
It seems that i cant live without my URL. It seems that i have become a cyber kid. It seems that i have copied these lines, in more refined language, plagiarized from a friend's blog. So who am i now?..Excellent question.. To anyone who asks me the question, in would say, that i am a 21 year old man who goes to bed at 2 am, and wake up at 10 am, and watch movies i downloaded the previous night. Nothing comes in between. My parents, no news papers, books, nothing...So i don't even dare to mind about things going near and around me. There is nothing wrong if you quote man as a CYBER animal rather than being a social animal citing me as an example.
A few days before, disaster struck and i lost my kingdom. I mean my system crashed while i was online and it took me a lot of time and effort to fix it. I had about four cups of hot steaming black coffee, brewed so strongly that i enjoyed the kick of coffee for the first time. By the time i went to sleep, i couldn't tell whether it was the effect of coffee or the weariness that made me sleep for 10 long hours. My hard disk getting corrupted and the need to replace it at the earliest remained as a hard fact. Without a hard disk, i cant have access to my heroes, (al-pacino, Jaison stathom, Russel Crowe, and a lot more) and cant blog, at mights, i cant even have a glance through the secret archives of my po*n collection. Take it lightly. I don't actually own a big collection.. Nature has got its own balance. I think its that force which made my 48 hours slave like working modem to crash and fire off my hard disk to make me a social being. Now sitting inside the cabinet of an internet cafe my wallet have only a few buck which keeps me away from talking to you much more and better.
But i am surprised to see that everything has got its own life span. Even google faced problems and Orkut is almost dead. I can't think about killing my blog, but it will take a while for me to be back in action. It will take one more week to get my HDD replaced. Till then i thought to enjoy the life as a social animal....Go out, play with nature, read books, news papers,...See you soon....
A few days before, disaster struck and i lost my kingdom. I mean my system crashed while i was online and it took me a lot of time and effort to fix it. I had about four cups of hot steaming black coffee, brewed so strongly that i enjoyed the kick of coffee for the first time. By the time i went to sleep, i couldn't tell whether it was the effect of coffee or the weariness that made me sleep for 10 long hours. My hard disk getting corrupted and the need to replace it at the earliest remained as a hard fact. Without a hard disk, i cant have access to my heroes, (al-pacino, Jaison stathom, Russel Crowe, and a lot more) and cant blog, at mights, i cant even have a glance through the secret archives of my po*n collection. Take it lightly. I don't actually own a big collection.. Nature has got its own balance. I think its that force which made my 48 hours slave like working modem to crash and fire off my hard disk to make me a social being. Now sitting inside the cabinet of an internet cafe my wallet have only a few buck which keeps me away from talking to you much more and better.
But i am surprised to see that everything has got its own life span. Even google faced problems and Orkut is almost dead. I can't think about killing my blog, but it will take a while for me to be back in action. It will take one more week to get my HDD replaced. Till then i thought to enjoy the life as a social animal....Go out, play with nature, read books, news papers,...See you soon....
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Fresh from "The Oven"
The best pillion rider i have ever met is jfreak. He is a good navigator. It doesn't mean that either me or rest of my friends are poor navigators, but jfreak's guidance are always substantiated by logical reasoning which always let me stick on to his nav. The next best person is my dad. While a majority of parents don't let their son to hit their speedometers above 50 kmph, my dad has only one question left for me- why don't your speedometer hit an 80 kmph?...As we started off late yesterday, and all programs for the day totally off the schedule, he asked me the same question. So i had a tough time weaving my bike through the busy streets, hitting gears up and down frequently. But i love the sound of my bike. With no indicators and nothing to sound a horn, the rattling sound of the robust engine alone is more than enough to let people know that i am ready to rip the road.
Whenever i introduce a new brand, or new ideas, dad will always come up with a no or its negative aspect. But once he find something suitable, he will stick on to it for ever. For example,
"dad, volvos are introduced in our city" "hmmm...tats not suited for our city.."
"dad, check out the new Titan eye+ specs" "Titan?...it won't be good. And much expensive too..."
"Oh! my god, look at that Tissot T-touch, awesome gadget" "NO.NO. Watches should not be that big. Its not good, cute either".
Sometimes we might get into silly fights and the only point i will have is that he wouldnt have seen that, but i would have, and if possible, i might have procured a catalogue. Whenever i tell my mom that i have spotted a particular specs or found some good looking model that suits me, within a day or two, my specs will "break down", i dont know whats the chemistry behind it. And mom says that it was because i wanted the new one i mentioned to her earlier. But i personally don't destroy or mishandle my specs. I will rough use, of course. So this time, when my specs offered me the same problem, mom came up with same argument. Dad tried to repair it, but i was uncomfortable. I think no specs older than a year will fit on my nose bridge. So this time i introduced Titan Eye+ to my dad. He agreed to get me one and to my greatest surprise, he said he too will go for one, and all these happened without our usual arguments.
Our local shops will be a 5m X 5m showroom, with stale air and price tags varying depending on customers. Here, things were entirely different. With a vast carpet area occupied by a few Italian design furniture and walls adorned with latest lens and frames, the Titan's showroom was really "TITANIC". Once we entered the showroom, a staff attended dressed in light blue shirt, black trousers with white stripes, and a Navy blue neck tie, with a plastic smile pasted on his face attended us. We were taught to smile like this during our Campus Connect. He was smiling unnecessarily that he looked like a freak. We started our hunt. Thick frames, half frames, round frames, bizarre shaped and a lot more. Any way i had decided not to go for frame less 3 piece, as they are very delicate. Finally i found one, but by that time, my dad too found one for me. Both of them were almost of the same cost. My choice was a powder coated, matt finish silver frame, while dad came up with a broad steel frame. Both suited me very well. Dad's or mine?...dad's or mine?... Dad's choice was a bit heavier than that i had chosen. Still i decided to go with dad's. The instance of my marriage flashed into my mind. May be me and my dad will find a girl for me. If i go for dad's choice, may be, i will have to be more strong...lol... But it would be a nice choice. My dad also selected a frame for him. And now comes the real problem. My only trump card to get a specs soon was the strain on eye without specs. So i needed it ASAP. The lens will take another fives days to arrive, and i have to spend one more week with my naked eye. Local shops won't take more than a day. So i didn't find hospitality at its best here. Local shops offered it more. I had a glance at TAGheur and MONT BLANC spectacles and tried some aviator styled sunglasses from fastrack. I added them to the wish-list for the first purchase after me becoming a Navy pilot.
While heading back to the parking lot, my dad took my hand to cross the street.
"U are such a big miser. U don't even ask me to buy a coffee for you. Lets go to "The Oven" and have our favourite."...
Yup The Oven is at least 21 years old and had been my mom's, uncles' and sister's favourite. Dad always refused to have a coffee from there, until one day, my uncle brought a "Black forest" on Christmas eve. Thereafter, he had never missed the bakery. So we found a seat after ordering two vanilla pastry and tea. I was recollecting the shopping me and my sister used to have in olden days; or golden days. We used to set off to the city with a 500 rupee note. That will be the budget for the entire day. We used to walk to save a few pennies. While walking,we will be discussing about our dreams, friends, may be some philosophies, or any topic under the sky. Mom and dad could have given us a better figure while going out for such shopping. But it taught us how to share our fortune, miseries, joy or pain; whatever it is. The only thing i still hate while going for shopping with her is that she will take a long time selecting and rejecting. I told you about saving a few pennies by walking. We used to spend this in this favourite bakery. I remember teaching her how to eat burger as she was in the habit of eating it pinch by pinch.
Having a coffee and pastry with dad was a different experience, but the shopping we had during those days and today were entirely different. While our wallets have grown pretty big, the wallet fit shops cant satisfy us. But when our wallets were small, our lips used to spread more wider.... :)
Whenever i introduce a new brand, or new ideas, dad will always come up with a no or its negative aspect. But once he find something suitable, he will stick on to it for ever. For example,
"dad, volvos are introduced in our city" "hmmm...tats not suited for our city.."
"dad, check out the new Titan eye+ specs" "Titan?...it won't be good. And much expensive too..."
"Oh! my god, look at that Tissot T-touch, awesome gadget" "NO.NO. Watches should not be that big. Its not good, cute either".
Sometimes we might get into silly fights and the only point i will have is that he wouldnt have seen that, but i would have, and if possible, i might have procured a catalogue. Whenever i tell my mom that i have spotted a particular specs or found some good looking model that suits me, within a day or two, my specs will "break down", i dont know whats the chemistry behind it. And mom says that it was because i wanted the new one i mentioned to her earlier. But i personally don't destroy or mishandle my specs. I will rough use, of course. So this time, when my specs offered me the same problem, mom came up with same argument. Dad tried to repair it, but i was uncomfortable. I think no specs older than a year will fit on my nose bridge. So this time i introduced Titan Eye+ to my dad. He agreed to get me one and to my greatest surprise, he said he too will go for one, and all these happened without our usual arguments.
Our local shops will be a 5m X 5m showroom, with stale air and price tags varying depending on customers. Here, things were entirely different. With a vast carpet area occupied by a few Italian design furniture and walls adorned with latest lens and frames, the Titan's showroom was really "TITANIC". Once we entered the showroom, a staff attended dressed in light blue shirt, black trousers with white stripes, and a Navy blue neck tie, with a plastic smile pasted on his face attended us. We were taught to smile like this during our Campus Connect. He was smiling unnecessarily that he looked like a freak. We started our hunt. Thick frames, half frames, round frames, bizarre shaped and a lot more. Any way i had decided not to go for frame less 3 piece, as they are very delicate. Finally i found one, but by that time, my dad too found one for me. Both of them were almost of the same cost. My choice was a powder coated, matt finish silver frame, while dad came up with a broad steel frame. Both suited me very well. Dad's or mine?...dad's or mine?... Dad's choice was a bit heavier than that i had chosen. Still i decided to go with dad's. The instance of my marriage flashed into my mind. May be me and my dad will find a girl for me. If i go for dad's choice, may be, i will have to be more strong...lol... But it would be a nice choice. My dad also selected a frame for him. And now comes the real problem. My only trump card to get a specs soon was the strain on eye without specs. So i needed it ASAP. The lens will take another fives days to arrive, and i have to spend one more week with my naked eye. Local shops won't take more than a day. So i didn't find hospitality at its best here. Local shops offered it more. I had a glance at TAGheur and MONT BLANC spectacles and tried some aviator styled sunglasses from fastrack. I added them to the wish-list for the first purchase after me becoming a Navy pilot.
While heading back to the parking lot, my dad took my hand to cross the street.
"U are such a big miser. U don't even ask me to buy a coffee for you. Lets go to "The Oven" and have our favourite."...
Yup The Oven is at least 21 years old and had been my mom's, uncles' and sister's favourite. Dad always refused to have a coffee from there, until one day, my uncle brought a "Black forest" on Christmas eve. Thereafter, he had never missed the bakery. So we found a seat after ordering two vanilla pastry and tea. I was recollecting the shopping me and my sister used to have in olden days; or golden days. We used to set off to the city with a 500 rupee note. That will be the budget for the entire day. We used to walk to save a few pennies. While walking,we will be discussing about our dreams, friends, may be some philosophies, or any topic under the sky. Mom and dad could have given us a better figure while going out for such shopping. But it taught us how to share our fortune, miseries, joy or pain; whatever it is. The only thing i still hate while going for shopping with her is that she will take a long time selecting and rejecting. I told you about saving a few pennies by walking. We used to spend this in this favourite bakery. I remember teaching her how to eat burger as she was in the habit of eating it pinch by pinch.
Having a coffee and pastry with dad was a different experience, but the shopping we had during those days and today were entirely different. While our wallets have grown pretty big, the wallet fit shops cant satisfy us. But when our wallets were small, our lips used to spread more wider.... :)
Sunday, September 19, 2010
I should have said NO!....
How do you say "Fuck offfffffffffff!!!.... Do not disturb me again" very politely to a girl?..
Good question to start with, eh?..After an hour's hunt for a plug in modem, and avoiding the ifthaar for me, she might have had the same exclamation when this was the first question to pop in to the chat box. We loose our precious time in many ways. One of them is by refusing to say "NO" at the required point of time. This lesson was taught to us during "Campus Connect" organised by Infosys in our college. I made that mistake. Not once, not twice, not thrice, but many a times.... Now i was eagerly waiting for a solution via chat from my girlfriend (friend girl).
"Oh!who s tat lucky gal?...and wats the whole(hole) story behind?"..I had to tell her. You too wanna hear?..Here it goes...
I was seated in a crowded train compartment during my return journey from Bhopal. For a moment i thought that i was in general compartment, and mine was right after the pantry car. The wind brought spicy and tangy smells along with smoke and vapours which burnt my eyes for a while, but i got accustomed to it very soon. I was very tired, and slept on the middle berth allotted to me..I went early to bed. It was just 2130 hrs.
Next day morning, it was the South Indian spicy smell that disturbed my sleep. In a haste, i took my toothbrush and paste, and got refreshed to have a cup of tea. By the time i got settled, i had Sidin Vadukut's "DORK" to start off the day. I had a look at people around me. All of them were north Indians. Except the upper berths. They were still sleeping. The lobby between the pantry car and my compartment was piled up with trunk boxes of jawans from J&K. They had started off with trump, and a full bottle of whisky. I was eagerly waiting for a chance to play. Two lean legs hanging from top hindered my view. I looked up. A long faced girl, more or less of my age in blue top and blue jeans, with apparently long and thick hairs, were rubbing her eyes and talking something to the person next to her berth. When the fellow got down, i realised that it was her brother. After a while, all of us got settled and the lady got her ears plugged with a Philips' 'go gear'. I didn't find anyone good enough to start up a conversation. So i confined myself to the book. The lady gave me a look. In her eyes, i might have been a boy, more or less of her age, in blue jeans, yellow tee shirt, with a yellow book in hand, which has got a yellow book mark. I got a chance to play trump with jawans and believe it or not, that was really cool. Even though most of them were from Tamil Nadu, and i didn't know Tamil, i somehow in the end, managed to teach a fellow how to play trump. A soldier who don't know to play cards?...I ripped off that label. I came back to my seat, and found that 3 of my co-passengers just started playing cards and asked me to join them. But they were playing some other games and i couldn't follow them. So i signed out. I knew that all of them were noticing me, but i hesitated to talk with them till night.
At night, while having supper, the girl was discussing about a oesophageal ulcer which her brother had, with a co passenger. By this time, i found out that the girl, her brother and 2 more passengers were Keralites. So i started off with few symptoms and tips to avoid the ailments, as i was struck with a very minor version of the above mentioned disorder. By the time i finished off with my instant noodles, and them with their meals, we became more close and started off with our journey details. She told me that they were coming from Jaipur after spending a few day's in her uncle's house, this that...and a lot more. I told them about my SSB, and that i got into Navy. I am not boasting, but believe me, the moment i said about getting selected to Navy, i found a sparkle in her eyes. By 10 o' clock, she was seated next to me, chatting about her trip to Jaipur. I asked her name. She told that she was afraid to give her real name, but for instance i might call her Neethu, and her brother as Nithin. She was an MBBS student at Salem. Hmm....but she didn't have an aesthetics of a doctor.
"1st year student?..?.."I asked
"how dare you..?...I'm third year stud".
"Oh!..so you might be in gynaec, right?..."
"hmmmm..ubb..yes..." I was damn sure from this reply that she was not an MBBS student. May be BDS. She literally put me in trouble by narrating a lot about her trip and about some labrador in that house, that i had to paste a grin on my face, and shake my head line after line. When i got a break, i took my diary and scribbled.
"Oh!...u write diaries?"...
"Yup.."
"So will we be there in those pages?..(lol)...?"
"Yeah!..y not?.." Now she took out a note book and passed it to all fellow passengers. We had to scribble our phone numbers. I gave my blog address, being happy to spread my blog a few miles away. She was ignorant about blogs, and i had the job of teaching her about blogs, how i began the blog, and even about my desire to write a book.
"Give me your phone no....please..." I thought for a while...Should i?...Or shouldn't i?...the tug of war lasted for a while, and finally i gave my number. First and biggest mistake. She told me that she took me as a serious, hostile guy and was sorry to think so. I said that all those who took me so are my thick friends now. So she promised me to tell her real name when she shared a similar status.
We wished good night, and they said that they might alight by 0200 hrs at Salem. Next day when i woke up, their seats were empty. I reached home by afternoon, and within an hour, an unknown number called in. I recognised the voice. She talked for a few minutes, told that her mom was sleeping and didn't tell about our meeting. I instead said that i tell my parents about every instance of the journey. I was lying. She said she had an apology, that she was a nursing stud, and not an MBBS'. "I am a genius" i told myself. "She said she was sorry and if i wanted to quit, i could do it right now". I said it was ok.Why the hell did i say so?...Again mistake.
I don't know how, but each time she called me, the timing was so perfect that i couldn't attend the call. She thought it was because i felt bad about her lies, and called again and again to apologise. When i got free time, i cleared my stand. But the following calls' tone were a bit different. She was a bit lousy, lusty, and was talking to her friends in between. She even talked about some girlish stuff to her friends, with the mouthpiece of the phone exposed, and i was really having a bad feeling. So i told her that i would like to confine our conversation to sms alone. She said that if she had become a nuisance, then i could stop talking to her. I said she had misunderstood me...WHY THE HELL DID I SAY SO?...Again BIG MISTAKE..
I thought that she might give up. By this time she had become a nightmare, and now she was speaking about every instance of the day. "i m goin 2 ve food", "i m goin 2 take bath", "going 2 do this, tat, how r u dear, hai dear,..."...i remember asking her once "y the hell do you tell me about taking bath?..do i need to grant you permission?".... I was feeling nauseated. Especially thinking about the way she talks made me literally puke... How the hell am i supposed to say no? Each time i got a chance to skip off, i don't know why the hell didn't i say a big "NO". Now i was waiting to hear a refined language to express my feeling...._
The cursor blinked in the chat box. My girlfriend gave me few tips and tricks to tell her, and she even came up with a dialogue "BUZZZ off bitch!..." if nothing works. I asked her not to waste time calling and chatting with me. She replied "wat happnd?"....That was followed by a long silence from my side...She might have felt humiliated with the way i responded to her. I am really sorry for that. I wouldn't have hurt that girl, if i said 'No' at that instance where she asked for my number..... Till now, my phone haven't buzzed ever again to deliver her sms or even a missed call...
OOps!...but she has my blog address!....
Good question to start with, eh?..After an hour's hunt for a plug in modem, and avoiding the ifthaar for me, she might have had the same exclamation when this was the first question to pop in to the chat box. We loose our precious time in many ways. One of them is by refusing to say "NO" at the required point of time. This lesson was taught to us during "Campus Connect" organised by Infosys in our college. I made that mistake. Not once, not twice, not thrice, but many a times.... Now i was eagerly waiting for a solution via chat from my girlfriend (friend girl).
"Oh!who s tat lucky gal?...and wats the whole(hole) story behind?"..I had to tell her. You too wanna hear?..Here it goes...
I was seated in a crowded train compartment during my return journey from Bhopal. For a moment i thought that i was in general compartment, and mine was right after the pantry car. The wind brought spicy and tangy smells along with smoke and vapours which burnt my eyes for a while, but i got accustomed to it very soon. I was very tired, and slept on the middle berth allotted to me..I went early to bed. It was just 2130 hrs.
Next day morning, it was the South Indian spicy smell that disturbed my sleep. In a haste, i took my toothbrush and paste, and got refreshed to have a cup of tea. By the time i got settled, i had Sidin Vadukut's "DORK" to start off the day. I had a look at people around me. All of them were north Indians. Except the upper berths. They were still sleeping. The lobby between the pantry car and my compartment was piled up with trunk boxes of jawans from J&K. They had started off with trump, and a full bottle of whisky. I was eagerly waiting for a chance to play. Two lean legs hanging from top hindered my view. I looked up. A long faced girl, more or less of my age in blue top and blue jeans, with apparently long and thick hairs, were rubbing her eyes and talking something to the person next to her berth. When the fellow got down, i realised that it was her brother. After a while, all of us got settled and the lady got her ears plugged with a Philips' 'go gear'. I didn't find anyone good enough to start up a conversation. So i confined myself to the book. The lady gave me a look. In her eyes, i might have been a boy, more or less of her age, in blue jeans, yellow tee shirt, with a yellow book in hand, which has got a yellow book mark. I got a chance to play trump with jawans and believe it or not, that was really cool. Even though most of them were from Tamil Nadu, and i didn't know Tamil, i somehow in the end, managed to teach a fellow how to play trump. A soldier who don't know to play cards?...I ripped off that label. I came back to my seat, and found that 3 of my co-passengers just started playing cards and asked me to join them. But they were playing some other games and i couldn't follow them. So i signed out. I knew that all of them were noticing me, but i hesitated to talk with them till night.
At night, while having supper, the girl was discussing about a oesophageal ulcer which her brother had, with a co passenger. By this time, i found out that the girl, her brother and 2 more passengers were Keralites. So i started off with few symptoms and tips to avoid the ailments, as i was struck with a very minor version of the above mentioned disorder. By the time i finished off with my instant noodles, and them with their meals, we became more close and started off with our journey details. She told me that they were coming from Jaipur after spending a few day's in her uncle's house, this that...and a lot more. I told them about my SSB, and that i got into Navy. I am not boasting, but believe me, the moment i said about getting selected to Navy, i found a sparkle in her eyes. By 10 o' clock, she was seated next to me, chatting about her trip to Jaipur. I asked her name. She told that she was afraid to give her real name, but for instance i might call her Neethu, and her brother as Nithin. She was an MBBS student at Salem. Hmm....but she didn't have an aesthetics of a doctor.
"1st year student?..?.."I asked
"how dare you..?...I'm third year stud".
"Oh!..so you might be in gynaec, right?..."
"hmmmm..ubb..yes..." I was damn sure from this reply that she was not an MBBS student. May be BDS. She literally put me in trouble by narrating a lot about her trip and about some labrador in that house, that i had to paste a grin on my face, and shake my head line after line. When i got a break, i took my diary and scribbled.
"Oh!...u write diaries?"...
"Yup.."
"So will we be there in those pages?..(lol)...?"
"Yeah!..y not?.." Now she took out a note book and passed it to all fellow passengers. We had to scribble our phone numbers. I gave my blog address, being happy to spread my blog a few miles away. She was ignorant about blogs, and i had the job of teaching her about blogs, how i began the blog, and even about my desire to write a book.
"Give me your phone no....please..." I thought for a while...Should i?...Or shouldn't i?...the tug of war lasted for a while, and finally i gave my number. First and biggest mistake. She told me that she took me as a serious, hostile guy and was sorry to think so. I said that all those who took me so are my thick friends now. So she promised me to tell her real name when she shared a similar status.
We wished good night, and they said that they might alight by 0200 hrs at Salem. Next day when i woke up, their seats were empty. I reached home by afternoon, and within an hour, an unknown number called in. I recognised the voice. She talked for a few minutes, told that her mom was sleeping and didn't tell about our meeting. I instead said that i tell my parents about every instance of the journey. I was lying. She said she had an apology, that she was a nursing stud, and not an MBBS'. "I am a genius" i told myself. "She said she was sorry and if i wanted to quit, i could do it right now". I said it was ok.Why the hell did i say so?...Again mistake.
I don't know how, but each time she called me, the timing was so perfect that i couldn't attend the call. She thought it was because i felt bad about her lies, and called again and again to apologise. When i got free time, i cleared my stand. But the following calls' tone were a bit different. She was a bit lousy, lusty, and was talking to her friends in between. She even talked about some girlish stuff to her friends, with the mouthpiece of the phone exposed, and i was really having a bad feeling. So i told her that i would like to confine our conversation to sms alone. She said that if she had become a nuisance, then i could stop talking to her. I said she had misunderstood me...WHY THE HELL DID I SAY SO?...Again BIG MISTAKE..
I thought that she might give up. By this time she had become a nightmare, and now she was speaking about every instance of the day. "i m goin 2 ve food", "i m goin 2 take bath", "going 2 do this, tat, how r u dear, hai dear,..."...i remember asking her once "y the hell do you tell me about taking bath?..do i need to grant you permission?".... I was feeling nauseated. Especially thinking about the way she talks made me literally puke... How the hell am i supposed to say no? Each time i got a chance to skip off, i don't know why the hell didn't i say a big "NO". Now i was waiting to hear a refined language to express my feeling...._
The cursor blinked in the chat box. My girlfriend gave me few tips and tricks to tell her, and she even came up with a dialogue "BUZZZ off bitch!..." if nothing works. I asked her not to waste time calling and chatting with me. She replied "wat happnd?"....That was followed by a long silence from my side...She might have felt humiliated with the way i responded to her. I am really sorry for that. I wouldn't have hurt that girl, if i said 'No' at that instance where she asked for my number..... Till now, my phone haven't buzzed ever again to deliver her sms or even a missed call...
OOps!...but she has my blog address!....
Sunday, September 12, 2010
The run for a lap....
It was a sluggish day till afternoon. I had a quick lunch before setting out to the city. I had a look at my RX100. Poor friend, it had been sitting there idle for a while. I have strict order from my parents to stay away from bike. They don't want me to fall down and break my knees again. Bull shit. Utter non sense.I got into Indian Navy, and dad and mom are pampering me like never before that it often makes me feel that i have got into "NAVEL %#^$%^#". Leave it. So I walked straight to the bus stop . After waiting for a while, i got my bus. Journey was smooth, in the sense, no road blocks, no waiting at level cross, and i made it to the city within 40 mins. I had a few tasks to get done. Buying a spare clock movement from a retailer, then to my Telecom operator's head office, then to the only shopping mall in my city, where i have to wait for Andrew who will be here soon to purchase a laptop...
While being in bus, i was chatting with him. Bloody f*cker he started off very late. But he had many things to get done before getting started. Meanwhile i got engaged with two more friends on sms chat. My keypad was rattling like a Geiger counter. Meanwhile it lost a tooth, i mean a key. Now my phone doesn't have "end call" key and "3" key. Its a little bit to maintain the old speed without the keys. Either i should fix the keys or knock out all the keys. Second idea sounds more good.
I was heading towards the retailer through the busy streets of Broadway. I noticed one of my junior at school, along with her father. We made an eye contact, but by the time she recognised me, i had disappeared into the crowd. I am pretty sure that when i meet my old friends, it will take a while for them to recognize me with my bald head, and no chubby cheeks on my face. The store keeper had gone out for his lunch, which means i have to wait for an hour. I didn't want to wait there like the security guard in front of an ATM. So i crossed the street and went to Titan Eye +. My specs' leg was loose and was almost running towards the end of its lifespan. I had a look at few thick frames, and then something new caught my attention- The SWITCHERS. Just like the name, the specs comes along with 3 pairs of legs that can be switched between each other. It was an awesome stuff. I slowly looked at its tag. OH!...Just 3500 bucks. "Ok! I ll be back soon. Thank you" i said to my attendant, and left the showroom. Then i went to music world, and took the details of i pod nano. Spent some time there and got away with the movement after an hour. I got rest of my works done and by the time Andrew made it to the mall.
The mall was so crowded that I wanted to get out of the hell at the earliest. I met one of my old friend there. I had to literally pick his jaw from floor. Yup...Really jaws dropped. But my jaw was dropped when i saw "Pavoos" along with his girl friend. He promised to get back to me after seeing off her. So i rushed to the HP showroom. Met Andrew ( in a tee shirt) there. Oh my god, he was so lean that it reminded me of a flag post with a flag, when he passed through an air curtain. We had a look at some of the laps, and noted down its configuration. So we need to know now what Dell has got to offer us. The online store was about 8 or 9 kms away from the mall. As i didn't bring my bike, we had to be in a hurry. Whenever we are in a hurry, we will meet a lot of friends on the way. I don't know what is the chemistry behind it. Even though we were in a rush, we found some time to gossip about few friends. Don't wonder. Ya!...its true. Even men gossip and can spread secrets much faster than girls....for the first time i admit that i do gossip, but in a harmless way. (What the hell is this?....i have been confessing to you since for the last few posts).
We went to the shop. Had a look at few of dazzling stuff machines. Anyway he is spending money. So i should help him to take a good decision. I phoned a friend, compared the configuration, assessed the product. Dell offered more value for money. But it would take about 15 days to deliver the product with Graphics card. So bingo. There was no option better than HP. That means going back all the way. We asked for a visitor's card so that the dealer wont be disappointed in loosing a customer. He also wanted us to make an entry in his wish-list register, and while entering the phone no., we exchanged a look. Both of us knew what Andrew was doing. He replaced one a 3 with 2. We went to the nearby bus stop. Meanwhile my dad made a few calls, asking why was i getting late. I looked at my watch. 7.30 pm - LATE?...Oh! that's disgusting. On my way, i bought a packet of peanut from a street vendor. Just before opening the package, our bus came, and we reached the bye pass within 5 mins.
As we wanted to get things done at the earliest, we took the first bus. It was via pipeline, which means our mall was about 1 km away from the stop. The bus took a turn, from the highway. We got down and looked for a bus in the long line waiting for green signal in the junction. "Shall we sprint, dude? Its just 1 km from here." He liked the idea. We started off; not sprint, but a jog. The signal was not green which means we could use some of the highway too. Andrew got fed up so fast. I tried to motivate him a little by little. That is the only sort of help one can offer to make someone run. NB:- APPLICABLE IN LIFE TOO. Because you can't expect someone to run your lap. You have to do it by yourself. I stopped jogging, as i wanted Andrew to relax a bit so that he can catch up soon. Again we went on with jogging and finally we made it to the mall. It took only 10 mis. Jogging was not a bad idea. We saw no bus passing by, within this time. Thanks to the group planning exercise i practised during my SSB coaching. It helped me to analyse the result logically.
The main passage along the atrium was now a venue for informals. It was a total shit. I remembered about the wonderful times we had in our college during informals. It was the first platform i got in college to expose and express myself. We ordered our configuration and it would take an extra hour to upgrade the RAM to 4GB. Meanwhile we thought to have some food, as both of us were running on empty stomach. The food court was just one floor up. After waiting in the long queue, we ordered two dinner meals. Now we need to find a free table. There was such a crowd that we found no place to sit down and dine. There was a table, higher than others. Its chairs were also high, that most of them feared, rather than hesitate to sit on it. We took the table. Meanwhile we had a look at every table. College girls, schoolgirls, their friends, children running between tables, couples, moms, and even grannies were a part of the crowd. One lady, sitting opposite to me, dressed in a churidar, or salwar ( i don't know the difference between them) was engaged in a cleavage show. She bent down frequently, as if adjusting her footwear's strap, and was looking at a guy sitting on the table next to her. Poor man he should have taken our table. It offers more clear view. I was wondering about a part of the costume named "Shall" (some thing like stole). Its almost vanished these days. Even churidar is getting mutated. Believe me or not; men are more attracted and give more respect to women who appeares with a stole (strictly confined to CHURIDAR only).
I again got a call from dad whether i started off or not. My answer disappointed him. It was 9.00 pm when we got our laptop packed in its carry case and left the showroom . We picked an auto and reached the nearby junction. We waited for a while. Had some more chats, and i found a long trip bus taking a turn towards my route. I gave him a short see off and ran towards the stop. It was the best sprint along a highway. Jumping over a few obstacles like an athlete in hurdles, i reached the sop, but just missed the bus. We kept texting for sometime, and meanwhile i got into a bus. He got a bus 5 mins later. By 9.30 pm, i reached a junction about 3 kms away from my house. Walking was the only option left. I could have called dad and asked him to pick me up, but my phone had a balance of Rs 0.10 which means- nothing doing. I walked, and got someone engaged on chat. She was wondering why were my parents upset for me being late. After all, time was just nearing to 10 pm, and i am a boy. I could have reached one hour early, if i didn't purchase the movement. That was my trump card if dad was about to scold me for being late.
By the time i reached home, he was watching TV, and just looked at me. Not a stare, just a look. He didn't scold me, but asked about the laptop. I gave him all the details. HE was impressed. I should have said a sorry for being late, but it might end up in advises and more advises. So i kept quiet and went to bed after having a bath, dinner and prayer with my family, and browsing through the net. When i sent a good night message to Andrew, he had fallen asleep with his new laptop by his side....Gud night...Sweetdreams...:)
While being in bus, i was chatting with him. Bloody f*cker he started off very late. But he had many things to get done before getting started. Meanwhile i got engaged with two more friends on sms chat. My keypad was rattling like a Geiger counter. Meanwhile it lost a tooth, i mean a key. Now my phone doesn't have "end call" key and "3" key. Its a little bit to maintain the old speed without the keys. Either i should fix the keys or knock out all the keys. Second idea sounds more good.
I was heading towards the retailer through the busy streets of Broadway. I noticed one of my junior at school, along with her father. We made an eye contact, but by the time she recognised me, i had disappeared into the crowd. I am pretty sure that when i meet my old friends, it will take a while for them to recognize me with my bald head, and no chubby cheeks on my face. The store keeper had gone out for his lunch, which means i have to wait for an hour. I didn't want to wait there like the security guard in front of an ATM. So i crossed the street and went to Titan Eye +. My specs' leg was loose and was almost running towards the end of its lifespan. I had a look at few thick frames, and then something new caught my attention- The SWITCHERS. Just like the name, the specs comes along with 3 pairs of legs that can be switched between each other. It was an awesome stuff. I slowly looked at its tag. OH!...Just 3500 bucks. "Ok! I ll be back soon. Thank you" i said to my attendant, and left the showroom. Then i went to music world, and took the details of i pod nano. Spent some time there and got away with the movement after an hour. I got rest of my works done and by the time Andrew made it to the mall.
The mall was so crowded that I wanted to get out of the hell at the earliest. I met one of my old friend there. I had to literally pick his jaw from floor. Yup...Really jaws dropped. But my jaw was dropped when i saw "Pavoos" along with his girl friend. He promised to get back to me after seeing off her. So i rushed to the HP showroom. Met Andrew ( in a tee shirt) there. Oh my god, he was so lean that it reminded me of a flag post with a flag, when he passed through an air curtain. We had a look at some of the laps, and noted down its configuration. So we need to know now what Dell has got to offer us. The online store was about 8 or 9 kms away from the mall. As i didn't bring my bike, we had to be in a hurry. Whenever we are in a hurry, we will meet a lot of friends on the way. I don't know what is the chemistry behind it. Even though we were in a rush, we found some time to gossip about few friends. Don't wonder. Ya!...its true. Even men gossip and can spread secrets much faster than girls....for the first time i admit that i do gossip, but in a harmless way. (What the hell is this?....i have been confessing to you since for the last few posts).
We went to the shop. Had a look at few of dazzling stuff machines. Anyway he is spending money. So i should help him to take a good decision. I phoned a friend, compared the configuration, assessed the product. Dell offered more value for money. But it would take about 15 days to deliver the product with Graphics card. So bingo. There was no option better than HP. That means going back all the way. We asked for a visitor's card so that the dealer wont be disappointed in loosing a customer. He also wanted us to make an entry in his wish-list register, and while entering the phone no., we exchanged a look. Both of us knew what Andrew was doing. He replaced one a 3 with 2. We went to the nearby bus stop. Meanwhile my dad made a few calls, asking why was i getting late. I looked at my watch. 7.30 pm - LATE?...Oh! that's disgusting. On my way, i bought a packet of peanut from a street vendor. Just before opening the package, our bus came, and we reached the bye pass within 5 mins.
As we wanted to get things done at the earliest, we took the first bus. It was via pipeline, which means our mall was about 1 km away from the stop. The bus took a turn, from the highway. We got down and looked for a bus in the long line waiting for green signal in the junction. "Shall we sprint, dude? Its just 1 km from here." He liked the idea. We started off; not sprint, but a jog. The signal was not green which means we could use some of the highway too. Andrew got fed up so fast. I tried to motivate him a little by little. That is the only sort of help one can offer to make someone run. NB:- APPLICABLE IN LIFE TOO. Because you can't expect someone to run your lap. You have to do it by yourself. I stopped jogging, as i wanted Andrew to relax a bit so that he can catch up soon. Again we went on with jogging and finally we made it to the mall. It took only 10 mis. Jogging was not a bad idea. We saw no bus passing by, within this time. Thanks to the group planning exercise i practised during my SSB coaching. It helped me to analyse the result logically.
The main passage along the atrium was now a venue for informals. It was a total shit. I remembered about the wonderful times we had in our college during informals. It was the first platform i got in college to expose and express myself. We ordered our configuration and it would take an extra hour to upgrade the RAM to 4GB. Meanwhile we thought to have some food, as both of us were running on empty stomach. The food court was just one floor up. After waiting in the long queue, we ordered two dinner meals. Now we need to find a free table. There was such a crowd that we found no place to sit down and dine. There was a table, higher than others. Its chairs were also high, that most of them feared, rather than hesitate to sit on it. We took the table. Meanwhile we had a look at every table. College girls, schoolgirls, their friends, children running between tables, couples, moms, and even grannies were a part of the crowd. One lady, sitting opposite to me, dressed in a churidar, or salwar ( i don't know the difference between them) was engaged in a cleavage show. She bent down frequently, as if adjusting her footwear's strap, and was looking at a guy sitting on the table next to her. Poor man he should have taken our table. It offers more clear view. I was wondering about a part of the costume named "Shall" (some thing like stole). Its almost vanished these days. Even churidar is getting mutated. Believe me or not; men are more attracted and give more respect to women who appeares with a stole (strictly confined to CHURIDAR only).
I again got a call from dad whether i started off or not. My answer disappointed him. It was 9.00 pm when we got our laptop packed in its carry case and left the showroom . We picked an auto and reached the nearby junction. We waited for a while. Had some more chats, and i found a long trip bus taking a turn towards my route. I gave him a short see off and ran towards the stop. It was the best sprint along a highway. Jumping over a few obstacles like an athlete in hurdles, i reached the sop, but just missed the bus. We kept texting for sometime, and meanwhile i got into a bus. He got a bus 5 mins later. By 9.30 pm, i reached a junction about 3 kms away from my house. Walking was the only option left. I could have called dad and asked him to pick me up, but my phone had a balance of Rs 0.10 which means- nothing doing. I walked, and got someone engaged on chat. She was wondering why were my parents upset for me being late. After all, time was just nearing to 10 pm, and i am a boy. I could have reached one hour early, if i didn't purchase the movement. That was my trump card if dad was about to scold me for being late.
By the time i reached home, he was watching TV, and just looked at me. Not a stare, just a look. He didn't scold me, but asked about the laptop. I gave him all the details. HE was impressed. I should have said a sorry for being late, but it might end up in advises and more advises. So i kept quiet and went to bed after having a bath, dinner and prayer with my family, and browsing through the net. When i sent a good night message to Andrew, he had fallen asleep with his new laptop by his side....Gud night...Sweetdreams...:)
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
I had crush on many girls....
....One of my beautiful classmate in dazzling white frock dancing with me in accordance with the melodious music of a saxophone of the royal Navy band, and all the guests amazingly watching us on the way we dance, and finally an applause when her waist line rests on my left arm and i bend over the bride and forgets completely in a moment when our lips share the sweetness of a kissssss.......mmmm...can't wait 4 that day.........
It took a hit; but in the wrong way.
A few of them were curious to know the girl who is so good to have the crush on, some of them were literally "jaws dropped", some of them kept texting and chatting to find out who the girl was. They started with questionares, wanted me to give clue, and finally argued and ended up in silly fight. One of my girlfriend (or a friend girl) went through the post and didnt show any reactions at all. Atleast she took it in the right spirit. So here comes my answer to all your queries. First and foremost, i wont give her name. Because, it may stain her image, and such stains may blotch her life. So if you are looking for a name, jump over to the next paragraph....Its just a crush i ve felt for her. Some men imagine about getting married to them, having kids, and leading a happy life. Somewhere in the middle if you find anything wrong, especially a characterestic behaviour you hate the most, you just drop the plan. Thats why I call it a crush. If i fall in love, i mean the Shakespearian love, i want to get married to that girl, irrespective of my parents opinion. But i don't want to see my parents disappointed. I am pretty sure that they will choose a girl matching my expectations, beautiful ofcourse, and its their right to do so, rather than a duty.
I don't know how, may be its from my mom that i got the logical thought process, which i implimented in these crush matters very recently. My mom was a great analyst who promoted me from LKG to STD 1 (obviously i didn't study in UKG), only because of one reason; She wanted me to be a graduate by the time she gets retired. Perfect calculation. When i joined my college, i was a bit despirate that i haven't scored a goal. Once i tried in my 10th grade, but i was too late and didn't have the courage to express my feelings. During my higher secondary schooling, again i was late. So in college, i was getting prepared not to be late. I would like to tell you all one thing frankly. I went through my autograph previous night and found that for most of the girls in my class, i was the first boy who made an aquaintence with them in their college life. Knowingly or unknowingly i was trying to impress every girl in every possible manner. I was a different person in the sense, everyone do it naturally, but i did it deliberately. So if anyone feels that i am a man with no self respect, you are free to walk away, but you will stay in my mind for ever...
k back to the topic. Once i started interacting with my friends, i was slowly alleviating my despriation. I realised that staying in thick friendship with a plenty of them was much better than staying connected to a pier alone. As time passed by i had already left out my impression in a few hearts. Some of them sticked along, while some of them flew away. If i still stay in your hearts, remember "birds of same feather flock together", which means, we share the same goodness. I made many friends, and the friends circle grew day by day. To start a talk with a girl, we always have a thousand barriers ahead (i am speaking about typical mallu boys). Your throat goes dry, you wont have a topic to start with, you will think what the girl will think about you if you come up with a conversation starter and finally give up the idea of talking with her. And when you see some other boy going way ahead of you, you are upset with the boy, you take him as an oversmart guy. But he is the real smart guy. In that sense i am a smart guy, or as some of my friends call me, 'smart ass'. I think all of us should develop that habbit of giving up our hesitaions, egos, and despirations; in short break the ice so that we can mingle each other very well. Agian i am deviating from the topic; sometimes i lack focus. THE LOGICAL THOUGHT PROCESS- yeah i want things to be more or less practical. Just imagine that i am getting married to that beautiful classmate. Anyway i am the youngest in my class, as i bunked UKG. So, the first problem- she is elder to me. I can manage, but depends on her too. Her parents will be trying to get her married within 3 years, or, by the time she turns 25. I will be 24 then. IT will be too early for me to get married. I am not sure whether i would have completed my PG by the time. The training, one year of service etc will push back the schedule of PG by a year or two. Why PG before marriage. It is my father's order. Else no marriage. Me too wish to be a post graduate before i get married. Else i may not get time, as i may be busy with my wife, lol...(don't take it in a wrong way, u prick). Imagine that she will wait for me. I will be at an age of 27 or 28 when i attain a financially sound position to take care of a family. By the time she will be too old to get married. Atleast i care for her. I don't want to spoil her youth waiting for me. This is applicable to all girls whom i felt a crush on.
Later i gave up the thoughts of crush, or infatuation or whatever it is. I decided to feel the fresh breath of pure friendship and its joy with no bounds. Have you had an experience of it?... But still when you meet your life's targets, there will be someone to join hands for a dancing.... Just a natural process....
It took a hit; but in the wrong way.
A few of them were curious to know the girl who is so good to have the crush on, some of them were literally "jaws dropped", some of them kept texting and chatting to find out who the girl was. They started with questionares, wanted me to give clue, and finally argued and ended up in silly fight. One of my girlfriend (or a friend girl) went through the post and didnt show any reactions at all. Atleast she took it in the right spirit. So here comes my answer to all your queries. First and foremost, i wont give her name. Because, it may stain her image, and such stains may blotch her life. So if you are looking for a name, jump over to the next paragraph....Its just a crush i ve felt for her. Some men imagine about getting married to them, having kids, and leading a happy life. Somewhere in the middle if you find anything wrong, especially a characterestic behaviour you hate the most, you just drop the plan. Thats why I call it a crush. If i fall in love, i mean the Shakespearian love, i want to get married to that girl, irrespective of my parents opinion. But i don't want to see my parents disappointed. I am pretty sure that they will choose a girl matching my expectations, beautiful ofcourse, and its their right to do so, rather than a duty.
I don't know how, may be its from my mom that i got the logical thought process, which i implimented in these crush matters very recently. My mom was a great analyst who promoted me from LKG to STD 1 (obviously i didn't study in UKG), only because of one reason; She wanted me to be a graduate by the time she gets retired. Perfect calculation. When i joined my college, i was a bit despirate that i haven't scored a goal. Once i tried in my 10th grade, but i was too late and didn't have the courage to express my feelings. During my higher secondary schooling, again i was late. So in college, i was getting prepared not to be late. I would like to tell you all one thing frankly. I went through my autograph previous night and found that for most of the girls in my class, i was the first boy who made an aquaintence with them in their college life. Knowingly or unknowingly i was trying to impress every girl in every possible manner. I was a different person in the sense, everyone do it naturally, but i did it deliberately. So if anyone feels that i am a man with no self respect, you are free to walk away, but you will stay in my mind for ever...
k back to the topic. Once i started interacting with my friends, i was slowly alleviating my despriation. I realised that staying in thick friendship with a plenty of them was much better than staying connected to a pier alone. As time passed by i had already left out my impression in a few hearts. Some of them sticked along, while some of them flew away. If i still stay in your hearts, remember "birds of same feather flock together", which means, we share the same goodness. I made many friends, and the friends circle grew day by day. To start a talk with a girl, we always have a thousand barriers ahead (i am speaking about typical mallu boys). Your throat goes dry, you wont have a topic to start with, you will think what the girl will think about you if you come up with a conversation starter and finally give up the idea of talking with her. And when you see some other boy going way ahead of you, you are upset with the boy, you take him as an oversmart guy. But he is the real smart guy. In that sense i am a smart guy, or as some of my friends call me, 'smart ass'. I think all of us should develop that habbit of giving up our hesitaions, egos, and despirations; in short break the ice so that we can mingle each other very well. Agian i am deviating from the topic; sometimes i lack focus. THE LOGICAL THOUGHT PROCESS- yeah i want things to be more or less practical. Just imagine that i am getting married to that beautiful classmate. Anyway i am the youngest in my class, as i bunked UKG. So, the first problem- she is elder to me. I can manage, but depends on her too. Her parents will be trying to get her married within 3 years, or, by the time she turns 25. I will be 24 then. IT will be too early for me to get married. I am not sure whether i would have completed my PG by the time. The training, one year of service etc will push back the schedule of PG by a year or two. Why PG before marriage. It is my father's order. Else no marriage. Me too wish to be a post graduate before i get married. Else i may not get time, as i may be busy with my wife, lol...(don't take it in a wrong way, u prick). Imagine that she will wait for me. I will be at an age of 27 or 28 when i attain a financially sound position to take care of a family. By the time she will be too old to get married. Atleast i care for her. I don't want to spoil her youth waiting for me. This is applicable to all girls whom i felt a crush on.
Later i gave up the thoughts of crush, or infatuation or whatever it is. I decided to feel the fresh breath of pure friendship and its joy with no bounds. Have you had an experience of it?... But still when you meet your life's targets, there will be someone to join hands for a dancing.... Just a natural process....
Friday, September 3, 2010
Taxiiiiii.................
Among 36 candidates screened in, 9 of us got recommended for medical tests. Should i explicitly say that we all were happy?..Medical candidates are provided with chest numbers with a "+" sign. We all were eagerly waiting for that day which appends the sign to our chests. The most crucial tests are surgical and medical tests. I remember few of us calling them "striptease". There were also many stories associated with the tests.
One goes like this.
A lady doctor was examining a male candidate. She was so superb and awesome that his "!*@^^$ " got "*&^#@^# ".( let ur minds wander). Doctor said to the candidate: " u SOB look at my stars not on my B**B$.."
So no wonder that we were a bit panic struck. Things didn't go wrong as the medical was carried out by a male Doctor. Usually an NCO (non commissioned officer) will be in charge of taking us to hospital and to take care of paperworks. But he was such a bloody fucker that he always used "Gallies" (abusive language) instead of our names. Just before medical most of us were so upset that only 3 of us had a normal BP. I had a BP of 80/180. Just UNBELIEVABLE...This was more than enough for getting rejected. I was almost expecting an "UNFIT" certification. but when the results came, i was one among the 3 candidates who were medically fit. Those moments are like...mmm...beyond expression..When u realize that you have attained one important goal of ur life, you may imagine yourselves getting a license to do anything.
I was imagining my marriage day....
One of my beautiful classmate in dazzling white frock dancing with me in accordance with the melodious music of a saxophone of the royal Navy band, and all the guests amazingly watching us on the way we dance, and finally an applause when her waist line rests on my left arm and i bending over the bride and forgets completely in a moment when our lips share the sweetness of a kissssss.......mmmm...can't wait 4 that day........
I even forgot to console my friends who got a temporary rejection, congratulate others, and even thank GOD. When you feel that you are the biggest creature on earth, life plays a simple trick to make you realize that you are just a piece of shit!...You may feel so pissed of that you may even curse the day you were born. You may sob like a child, helplessly, and spend sleepless night out of worst nightmares. Soon life will show us how the forgotten ones, our fellow beings etc can help us to overcome the chrisis so that we may feel once again that we are social animals. I had such a situation. But i am not here to narrate it. This was an incident in my father's life which helped to increase my faith in GOD!..So the hero of this story is my father or even GOD. Both are same, aren't they?...
He was at the age of 26 or 28. He was on his way from Madeena to Cochin. As (Nedumbassery) Cochin International Airport was just a vast paddy field during those days, and the aerodrome not even in the minds of draughtsman, he had to get down at Bombay to catch a connection flight to Cochin domestic terminal. Bombay was more or less the same. Crowd, goondas, koolies, all the same. It was the first place he went with his job hunt at the age of 18. I don't know what was inside his "trunk box" then, but this time his suit case contained few Gold ornaments, a Rado watch, and few foreign currency notes when he stepped into Santha Cruze air port. When blood becomes sweat, you can fill your bag with fortunes. You just need to work hard. He had a friend at Bombay, but it will take a while to locate him. Also, he needed to exchange the foreign currencies to book a flight to Cochin. He took a taxi cab. While he was in search for a below average hotel room for a few days' stay, the taxiwala1 offered him a room in his house so that dad need not waste his money. Those days, each penny counts. And my dad's Hindi was not as fluent as these days. So he was too happy to have a companion. It was better to take a bus service, but handling the luggage would have been a tedious job. So as mentioned before, he was given a room.
He heard some strange nioce and whispering of a man and woman at night. He had a sleepless night and wanted to stay awake till the next morning. Slowly, he turned his head towards the voices. The taxi driver and his wife were trying to open my dad's luggage. He couldn't let out an alarming voice. So he coughed and cleared his throat. They disapeared in the darkness. Next day early in the morning my dad got out of the house. He told taxiwala1 that he had to get the currency exchanged. Actually, he was going out to find his friend Chandrakanth. The moment he stepped into a taxi, taxiwala1 told taxiwala2 "ise khadam karo. kisiko koyi shak nahi padna chaiye" (kill him. no one should be suspicious about it). Dad was a bit suspicious. He stayed alert. My dad asked him to drop at Baroli bridge.(Hope i named it correctly). But the taxiwala drove beyond the point that my dad had to literally jump out of the car. He ran and ran. The only thing he could do was to run with his full strength so that he can be out of sight of the taxiwala. He dashed through the slums. Taking sharp turns on corners and running at full pace might have been a difficult task for him. Every block seemed to be the same. he dont know what to tell if he found a door opened for him. He followed his mind took right turns and left turns at random. He was tired and panting when he knocked the door of a house. What was awaiting him there?..Will he get a help? No idea. But the man who came out of the house literally made his jaws dropped- Chandrakanth!...."WTF?" My dad might have thought in mind. He might have felt the haven as a heaven. My dad explained everything to him. Luckily Chandrakanth was a well accepted man in his society. He sent few of his friends to the taxiwala's house. The luggage wasn't opened till then. May be, the taxiwala might have thought to open it up after a while. I don't know how they retrived the luggages, but the taxiwala might have ended up in a condition to be no more called as a "taxiwala". Chandrakanth took care of my dad for a few more days, meanwhile he arranged tickets for dad's journey. Got the currencies exchanged with no trouble. I am not sure about what my dad did in return, but he is still in his heart....
I was in a different trouble. If God can take you to the exact house among a thousand look alikes, he can definitely get you out of any trouble in your life...A Simple lesson which i didn't even think about during my trouble...I am happy to say that I achieved something APJ Abdul Kalam, Shah Rukh Khan, and Rahul Dravid couldn't do; clearing the SSB, but i was ignorant like Goliath who didn't even think about the sling shot from a catapult.....Life will teach you everything, won't it?....And few names like Chandrakanth will stay in our mind forever.......
One goes like this.
A lady doctor was examining a male candidate. She was so superb and awesome that his "!*@^^$ " got "*&^#@^# ".( let ur minds wander). Doctor said to the candidate: " u SOB look at my stars not on my B**B$.."
So no wonder that we were a bit panic struck. Things didn't go wrong as the medical was carried out by a male Doctor. Usually an NCO (non commissioned officer) will be in charge of taking us to hospital and to take care of paperworks. But he was such a bloody fucker that he always used "Gallies" (abusive language) instead of our names. Just before medical most of us were so upset that only 3 of us had a normal BP. I had a BP of 80/180. Just UNBELIEVABLE...This was more than enough for getting rejected. I was almost expecting an "UNFIT" certification. but when the results came, i was one among the 3 candidates who were medically fit. Those moments are like...mmm...beyond expression..When u realize that you have attained one important goal of ur life, you may imagine yourselves getting a license to do anything.
I was imagining my marriage day....
One of my beautiful classmate in dazzling white frock dancing with me in accordance with the melodious music of a saxophone of the royal Navy band, and all the guests amazingly watching us on the way we dance, and finally an applause when her waist line rests on my left arm and i bending over the bride and forgets completely in a moment when our lips share the sweetness of a kissssss.......mmmm...can't wait 4 that day........
I even forgot to console my friends who got a temporary rejection, congratulate others, and even thank GOD. When you feel that you are the biggest creature on earth, life plays a simple trick to make you realize that you are just a piece of shit!...You may feel so pissed of that you may even curse the day you were born. You may sob like a child, helplessly, and spend sleepless night out of worst nightmares. Soon life will show us how the forgotten ones, our fellow beings etc can help us to overcome the chrisis so that we may feel once again that we are social animals. I had such a situation. But i am not here to narrate it. This was an incident in my father's life which helped to increase my faith in GOD!..So the hero of this story is my father or even GOD. Both are same, aren't they?...
He was at the age of 26 or 28. He was on his way from Madeena to Cochin. As (Nedumbassery) Cochin International Airport was just a vast paddy field during those days, and the aerodrome not even in the minds of draughtsman, he had to get down at Bombay to catch a connection flight to Cochin domestic terminal. Bombay was more or less the same. Crowd, goondas, koolies, all the same. It was the first place he went with his job hunt at the age of 18. I don't know what was inside his "trunk box" then, but this time his suit case contained few Gold ornaments, a Rado watch, and few foreign currency notes when he stepped into Santha Cruze air port. When blood becomes sweat, you can fill your bag with fortunes. You just need to work hard. He had a friend at Bombay, but it will take a while to locate him. Also, he needed to exchange the foreign currencies to book a flight to Cochin. He took a taxi cab. While he was in search for a below average hotel room for a few days' stay, the taxiwala1 offered him a room in his house so that dad need not waste his money. Those days, each penny counts. And my dad's Hindi was not as fluent as these days. So he was too happy to have a companion. It was better to take a bus service, but handling the luggage would have been a tedious job. So as mentioned before, he was given a room.
He heard some strange nioce and whispering of a man and woman at night. He had a sleepless night and wanted to stay awake till the next morning. Slowly, he turned his head towards the voices. The taxi driver and his wife were trying to open my dad's luggage. He couldn't let out an alarming voice. So he coughed and cleared his throat. They disapeared in the darkness. Next day early in the morning my dad got out of the house. He told taxiwala1 that he had to get the currency exchanged. Actually, he was going out to find his friend Chandrakanth. The moment he stepped into a taxi, taxiwala1 told taxiwala2 "ise khadam karo. kisiko koyi shak nahi padna chaiye" (kill him. no one should be suspicious about it). Dad was a bit suspicious. He stayed alert. My dad asked him to drop at Baroli bridge.(Hope i named it correctly). But the taxiwala drove beyond the point that my dad had to literally jump out of the car. He ran and ran. The only thing he could do was to run with his full strength so that he can be out of sight of the taxiwala. He dashed through the slums. Taking sharp turns on corners and running at full pace might have been a difficult task for him. Every block seemed to be the same. he dont know what to tell if he found a door opened for him. He followed his mind took right turns and left turns at random. He was tired and panting when he knocked the door of a house. What was awaiting him there?..Will he get a help? No idea. But the man who came out of the house literally made his jaws dropped- Chandrakanth!...."WTF?" My dad might have thought in mind. He might have felt the haven as a heaven. My dad explained everything to him. Luckily Chandrakanth was a well accepted man in his society. He sent few of his friends to the taxiwala's house. The luggage wasn't opened till then. May be, the taxiwala might have thought to open it up after a while. I don't know how they retrived the luggages, but the taxiwala might have ended up in a condition to be no more called as a "taxiwala". Chandrakanth took care of my dad for a few more days, meanwhile he arranged tickets for dad's journey. Got the currencies exchanged with no trouble. I am not sure about what my dad did in return, but he is still in his heart....
I was in a different trouble. If God can take you to the exact house among a thousand look alikes, he can definitely get you out of any trouble in your life...A Simple lesson which i didn't even think about during my trouble...I am happy to say that I achieved something APJ Abdul Kalam, Shah Rukh Khan, and Rahul Dravid couldn't do; clearing the SSB, but i was ignorant like Goliath who didn't even think about the sling shot from a catapult.....Life will teach you everything, won't it?....And few names like Chandrakanth will stay in our mind forever.......
Sunday, August 29, 2010
33 SSB, Bhopal
I don't know how to begin....
I don't know where to begin...
But let me begin with these words- "GOD YOU ARE GREAT!..."
29/08/2010 Sunday 0850 hrs
When i got down at Aluva station, my appearance was much worse than a beggar. With untidy yellow tee shirt and jeans, blotches on my face and a hungry stomach, i was looking like poor "Oliver Twist". All i could blame for was the two day's journey and smoke from pantry car very next to my compartment. I dragged my new Omega trolley bag mercilessly through the rugged platform as i was very weak to carry it. I was looking for my parents and soon spotted my mom at the gate. She didn't wear a bindi on her forehead, and didn't even mind to make up her face with talcum powder. It showed that she came here in a hurry. I left my luggage and rushed to her. I embraced her so tight that she was literally choking. I kissed and kissed and kissed her, and everyone around were looking at us. While i gathered my luggage my mom was talking to few strangers. I think she might have been answering their "EXCLAMATION!..." Meanwhile, dad was waiting in long queue to get a season ticket. I walked slowly towards him and closed his eyes, planted a kiss on his cheek. I can't express the joy we felt..we embraced each other, and i even lifted him up a bit in air... The best moment of my life. A big celebration of my small victory!...I just cleared my SSB, and within a few months, i will be a member of 5th largest NAVY in the world; INDIAN NAVY....
16th of AUGUST to 22nd AUGUST
Time : Begins with Breakfast @ 0530 hrs. Lights off by 2150 hrs ..
These were the most beautiful days i have ever spent in my life. I made friends with many chaps from different part of the country. I assure you that no place in the world can provide you such a platform to make friends like this. The screening test on day one breaks the ice which we had while we met at railway station. We all spent a good time saying non veg jokes, and the last night was the most memorable day of our SSB. We all gathered in a room, singing, dancing, saying non vegs, brain teasers, and i even got a chance to show off my masterpiece sounds "Donald duck" and "F1 racing". It was a replica of "INDIA'S GOT TALENT". We had a conference, in which the accessors came to a conclusion about our selection, and soon after the conference, results were announced. 9 out of 36 got selected. There were candidates who showed their real talents but didn't get selected and our hearts wept in silent pain for a while. Happiness came only after them, and we all promised to keep in touch. I remember Ramasreenu, (our best buddy,a conference out candidate) congratulating me saying "Deepak, serve the country as a good officer". I was speechless. How can a man be so selfless and congratulate someone whole heartedly with a firm shake hand?... I am sure that we will meet again in the same organisation. Rest of the day was very busy, filling up a pile of forms, forms and more forms......
22nd AUGUST to 27th of AUGUST
While being in SSB centre, the candidates are issued with chest numbers, and are supposed to wear it through out. Recommended candidates have a "+" sign with their chest numbers. We all were eagerly waiting to get one. And now begins our real misery. Its not interesting like SSB. We go to the military hospital and wait there for a long time. By 1400 hrs, our tests will be over, and will be free for rest of the day. Day 1 was to check our blood, URINE, taking X-ray and ultrasound. Day 2 and 3 with some others and finally, we had our surgical and medical tests. We were given strict instructions to get clean shaved. Cheek was insufficient...mmmmm... i'll say, every important parts of my body...And for the first time in our life, we used "VEET" the ultimate hair removing cream. I think they should make John Abraham as the ambassador along with Kareena Kapoor...We had to strip before few doctors, get our manhood checked, and few more...let your mind wander.......3 out of 9 got medically recommended. i was one among them. Rest of them were given a time period of 45 days to correct problems like overweight, underweight etc..Left to home in a hurry....
27th to 29th of AUGUST
The train journey...At first it was hectic, as the train were crowded. But there were few jawans from J&K with whom i got a chance to play trump. Thanx to college (hostel) life. I made a new friend in that journey. Girl of course. Very talkative like a friend of mine. Till that moment, Sidin Vadukut's "DORK- incredible adventures of Robin Einstein Varghese" was the only time pass for me. But now She, her brother, and other passengers soon became my friends. At least it helped to me to reach my blog address to a new hand. Any way they were more dynamic when compared to me.... One co-passenger was a JCO and the moment he came to know that i cleared my SSB, he was trying to behave like my subordinate. He even took my luggage to the doorstep....
Stroke of acknowledgement
# To dear Jana, who always said that i will do it.
# To dear Jana, who always motivated and made me confident.
# To dear Jana, to whom i could'nt keep my promise of paying a visit to
Hydrabad bcoz f an unavoidable reason.
# To Capricious who said that "Man who has faith has everything".
# To all my freinds who prayed for me.
# To many friends' parents who helped me and prayed for me...
AND
# To God almighty.....
I don't know where to begin...
But let me begin with these words- "GOD YOU ARE GREAT!..."
29/08/2010 Sunday 0850 hrs
When i got down at Aluva station, my appearance was much worse than a beggar. With untidy yellow tee shirt and jeans, blotches on my face and a hungry stomach, i was looking like poor "Oliver Twist". All i could blame for was the two day's journey and smoke from pantry car very next to my compartment. I dragged my new Omega trolley bag mercilessly through the rugged platform as i was very weak to carry it. I was looking for my parents and soon spotted my mom at the gate. She didn't wear a bindi on her forehead, and didn't even mind to make up her face with talcum powder. It showed that she came here in a hurry. I left my luggage and rushed to her. I embraced her so tight that she was literally choking. I kissed and kissed and kissed her, and everyone around were looking at us. While i gathered my luggage my mom was talking to few strangers. I think she might have been answering their "EXCLAMATION!..." Meanwhile, dad was waiting in long queue to get a season ticket. I walked slowly towards him and closed his eyes, planted a kiss on his cheek. I can't express the joy we felt..we embraced each other, and i even lifted him up a bit in air... The best moment of my life. A big celebration of my small victory!...I just cleared my SSB, and within a few months, i will be a member of 5th largest NAVY in the world; INDIAN NAVY....
16th of AUGUST to 22nd AUGUST
Time : Begins with Breakfast @ 0530 hrs. Lights off by 2150 hrs ..
These were the most beautiful days i have ever spent in my life. I made friends with many chaps from different part of the country. I assure you that no place in the world can provide you such a platform to make friends like this. The screening test on day one breaks the ice which we had while we met at railway station. We all spent a good time saying non veg jokes, and the last night was the most memorable day of our SSB. We all gathered in a room, singing, dancing, saying non vegs, brain teasers, and i even got a chance to show off my masterpiece sounds "Donald duck" and "F1 racing". It was a replica of "INDIA'S GOT TALENT". We had a conference, in which the accessors came to a conclusion about our selection, and soon after the conference, results were announced. 9 out of 36 got selected. There were candidates who showed their real talents but didn't get selected and our hearts wept in silent pain for a while. Happiness came only after them, and we all promised to keep in touch. I remember Ramasreenu, (our best buddy,a conference out candidate) congratulating me saying "Deepak, serve the country as a good officer". I was speechless. How can a man be so selfless and congratulate someone whole heartedly with a firm shake hand?... I am sure that we will meet again in the same organisation. Rest of the day was very busy, filling up a pile of forms, forms and more forms......
22nd AUGUST to 27th of AUGUST
While being in SSB centre, the candidates are issued with chest numbers, and are supposed to wear it through out. Recommended candidates have a "+" sign with their chest numbers. We all were eagerly waiting to get one. And now begins our real misery. Its not interesting like SSB. We go to the military hospital and wait there for a long time. By 1400 hrs, our tests will be over, and will be free for rest of the day. Day 1 was to check our blood, URINE, taking X-ray and ultrasound. Day 2 and 3 with some others and finally, we had our surgical and medical tests. We were given strict instructions to get clean shaved. Cheek was insufficient...mmmmm... i'll say, every important parts of my body...And for the first time in our life, we used "VEET" the ultimate hair removing cream. I think they should make John Abraham as the ambassador along with Kareena Kapoor...We had to strip before few doctors, get our manhood checked, and few more...let your mind wander.......3 out of 9 got medically recommended. i was one among them. Rest of them were given a time period of 45 days to correct problems like overweight, underweight etc..Left to home in a hurry....
27th to 29th of AUGUST
The train journey...At first it was hectic, as the train were crowded. But there were few jawans from J&K with whom i got a chance to play trump. Thanx to college (hostel) life. I made a new friend in that journey. Girl of course. Very talkative like a friend of mine. Till that moment, Sidin Vadukut's "DORK- incredible adventures of Robin Einstein Varghese" was the only time pass for me. But now She, her brother, and other passengers soon became my friends. At least it helped to me to reach my blog address to a new hand. Any way they were more dynamic when compared to me.... One co-passenger was a JCO and the moment he came to know that i cleared my SSB, he was trying to behave like my subordinate. He even took my luggage to the doorstep....
Stroke of acknowledgement
# To dear Jana, who always said that i will do it.
# To dear Jana, who always motivated and made me confident.
# To dear Jana, to whom i could'nt keep my promise of paying a visit to
Hydrabad bcoz f an unavoidable reason.
# To Capricious who said that "Man who has faith has everything".
# To all my freinds who prayed for me.
# To many friends' parents who helped me and prayed for me...
AND
# To God almighty.....
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Bhopal is hot....I mean, its hot here..lol...
Well, well....i Didn't expect to put up this post when i left Kerala. Any way, i ve time and my first concern is my friends. So thought to spend some time with you all....
It was my first long journey in my life. I thought it would be an interesting trip, expecting someone to meet like Jagadish uncle so that i can keep talking till reaching Bhopal.
But, it was a special train and there were only 1 person other than me in my compartment.
I kept my luggage on the upper berth i was allotted and chained the molded brief case to the grill. Sticking on to my dad's advice to take care of my luggage, i shared the berth with my luggage.
I woke up with a cramped arm, and slight neck cramp, and still found that the seats were vacant. It was then i noticed the person on the middle berth. He looked like a North Indian in his appearance, and woke up an hour later me.
After a few minute's hesitation, i started off in Hindi. He introduced himself in Hindi, and was on his way to Delhi for an important meeting for RSS. Hearing my name, he took me for a Hindu and asked whether i was a member of RSS.
I said no, and told my full name. He briefed me about RSS, and it believes in communal harmony. He also said that its prime motive was to protect the country. I told him about the purpose of my journey, and told that our motives were the same, but through different paths.
Food was ok, i somehow managed not to use the train toilet( excluding pissing). I need mot narrate the beauty of such toilets, as it will make some of you puke on your keyboards.
The waste disposal system of trains were introduced ny the British in such a way that it directly falls on the track and disintegrates with passage of time. The tracks were laid through scarcely populated area, but now densely populated residential belts are located along railway lines.
I didn't want to contribute any coliform bacterias to my country men. Lets stop this "shitty talk"..
I was looking through the side window when a male voice greeted me " Happy independence day Bhaiyya " and gave a pat on my head. I looked for the man and found a girl in saree; or was it a boy?.
Oh! shit! The Hijadas. Shemales. Just like a ,monkey jumping to a higher branch, i jumped to my upper berth and sat with my eyes closed. I waited for a few seconds and thought they were gone.
"Bang" i got a slap on my thy and it really hurt me. "Are paise dedona"..And he/she was looking at me like i was denying his basic right. I took my wallet and gave a 10 rupee note before getting seriously injured. I now thanked for the compartment being empty.
Not only his/her sound was masculine, he/she had the strength of a man too. Why can't they go for a casual labour to earn money?.. I thought for a while. They are humans; lazy humans. If they simply get money by extending their hands before people, who will even think to work hard?
It was quite a unique experience. I remembered my brother in law's words "Beware of 9's"..... I heard someone yelling out to go to the general compartment as the collection was less. May be some one else might have got a slap too...hihi..
After Pakala station, i was traveling through scanty areas of Andhra Pradesh. Scanty means really scanty. The terrain was more or less similar to remote areas of Tamil Nadu, but the vegetation and cultivation were different.
It was really hot and i still preferred to sit by the window seat. I was heading towards the border of Andhra, to be specific, the Telangana border. I noticed a rain cloud moving towards my train..Or was it the train moving towards us?
Any way i thought to get wet a bit and still sat there until the sun burnt hands were chilled by the rain water. The train passed Warankal, and i thought more about my friends in Hydrabad. Jithin had been insisting me to get down there on my return journey. He said he met a guy from Bhopal quite unexpectedly, nd said it was an omen for my success.
Many friends wished me good luck, and i express my happiness for making me more confident by your words; irrespective of the results.
On 16th morning 5.00 am, i got up while the train was stopped at Itarsi. I called unni from his sleep (may be he was awake, chatting with his GF), and asked to check the schedule. Next station was Bhopal, 2 hours away. i bid a good bye to Mr. Laxman, my co-passenger, and got down at the next station without even looking at the name of station.
It was not Bhopal, but very near to it. As soon as i stepped out of the station, a man came to me offering rooms. I asked about the charges and he wanted 100 rs. for the ride. Bhopal was just 10 kms away, and i asked about his high price rate. Thanks to my Hindi. I was not treated as alien as a Malayalee.
He took me to few hotels and i took a room for Rs. 800, 20% taxes extra. Whatever. I agreed. The room was very good. The auto driver agreed to collect his amount from the reception later. I was sure that he was looking towards this commission; whatever may it be, i left to the room, thanking the autowala.
My head was swaying in accordance with the shaking of train during the journey. Nervous fatigue thats the biological terminology. After a complimentary breakfas and nap. i went out for a roam..The streets reminded me of Coimbatore but more clean and clear. But murly pools and slushy roads are filled with "Shits".
I found a Mc Donnalds. May be i will go there in the evening. The ladies here are so beautiful. They don't wear a helmet, instead they cover their head with a dupatta, and i can see only their eyes. But they are careful enough to expose their beauty by wearing a sleeveless Churidar.Hmmm....Right now i am seated in an internet cafe, and a lady is sitting next to me in the same outfit.
I could see her face atleast. Its boiling here, and she too, is hot....hmmm.... Chat with you all later...With hopes, dj from Bhopal.
It was my first long journey in my life. I thought it would be an interesting trip, expecting someone to meet like Jagadish uncle so that i can keep talking till reaching Bhopal.
But, it was a special train and there were only 1 person other than me in my compartment.
I kept my luggage on the upper berth i was allotted and chained the molded brief case to the grill. Sticking on to my dad's advice to take care of my luggage, i shared the berth with my luggage.
I woke up with a cramped arm, and slight neck cramp, and still found that the seats were vacant. It was then i noticed the person on the middle berth. He looked like a North Indian in his appearance, and woke up an hour later me.
After a few minute's hesitation, i started off in Hindi. He introduced himself in Hindi, and was on his way to Delhi for an important meeting for RSS. Hearing my name, he took me for a Hindu and asked whether i was a member of RSS.
I said no, and told my full name. He briefed me about RSS, and it believes in communal harmony. He also said that its prime motive was to protect the country. I told him about the purpose of my journey, and told that our motives were the same, but through different paths.
Food was ok, i somehow managed not to use the train toilet( excluding pissing). I need mot narrate the beauty of such toilets, as it will make some of you puke on your keyboards.
The waste disposal system of trains were introduced ny the British in such a way that it directly falls on the track and disintegrates with passage of time. The tracks were laid through scarcely populated area, but now densely populated residential belts are located along railway lines.
I didn't want to contribute any coliform bacterias to my country men. Lets stop this "shitty talk"..
I was looking through the side window when a male voice greeted me " Happy independence day Bhaiyya " and gave a pat on my head. I looked for the man and found a girl in saree; or was it a boy?.
Oh! shit! The Hijadas. Shemales. Just like a ,monkey jumping to a higher branch, i jumped to my upper berth and sat with my eyes closed. I waited for a few seconds and thought they were gone.
"Bang" i got a slap on my thy and it really hurt me. "Are paise dedona"..And he/she was looking at me like i was denying his basic right. I took my wallet and gave a 10 rupee note before getting seriously injured. I now thanked for the compartment being empty.
Not only his/her sound was masculine, he/she had the strength of a man too. Why can't they go for a casual labour to earn money?.. I thought for a while. They are humans; lazy humans. If they simply get money by extending their hands before people, who will even think to work hard?
It was quite a unique experience. I remembered my brother in law's words "Beware of 9's"..... I heard someone yelling out to go to the general compartment as the collection was less. May be some one else might have got a slap too...hihi..
After Pakala station, i was traveling through scanty areas of Andhra Pradesh. Scanty means really scanty. The terrain was more or less similar to remote areas of Tamil Nadu, but the vegetation and cultivation were different.
It was really hot and i still preferred to sit by the window seat. I was heading towards the border of Andhra, to be specific, the Telangana border. I noticed a rain cloud moving towards my train..Or was it the train moving towards us?
Any way i thought to get wet a bit and still sat there until the sun burnt hands were chilled by the rain water. The train passed Warankal, and i thought more about my friends in Hydrabad. Jithin had been insisting me to get down there on my return journey. He said he met a guy from Bhopal quite unexpectedly, nd said it was an omen for my success.
Many friends wished me good luck, and i express my happiness for making me more confident by your words; irrespective of the results.
On 16th morning 5.00 am, i got up while the train was stopped at Itarsi. I called unni from his sleep (may be he was awake, chatting with his GF), and asked to check the schedule. Next station was Bhopal, 2 hours away. i bid a good bye to Mr. Laxman, my co-passenger, and got down at the next station without even looking at the name of station.
It was not Bhopal, but very near to it. As soon as i stepped out of the station, a man came to me offering rooms. I asked about the charges and he wanted 100 rs. for the ride. Bhopal was just 10 kms away, and i asked about his high price rate. Thanks to my Hindi. I was not treated as alien as a Malayalee.
He took me to few hotels and i took a room for Rs. 800, 20% taxes extra. Whatever. I agreed. The room was very good. The auto driver agreed to collect his amount from the reception later. I was sure that he was looking towards this commission; whatever may it be, i left to the room, thanking the autowala.
My head was swaying in accordance with the shaking of train during the journey. Nervous fatigue thats the biological terminology. After a complimentary breakfas and nap. i went out for a roam..The streets reminded me of Coimbatore but more clean and clear. But murly pools and slushy roads are filled with "Shits".
I found a Mc Donnalds. May be i will go there in the evening. The ladies here are so beautiful. They don't wear a helmet, instead they cover their head with a dupatta, and i can see only their eyes. But they are careful enough to expose their beauty by wearing a sleeveless Churidar.Hmmm....Right now i am seated in an internet cafe, and a lady is sitting next to me in the same outfit.
I could see her face atleast. Its boiling here, and she too, is hot....hmmm.... Chat with you all later...With hopes, dj from Bhopal.
Subscribe to:
Posts (Atom)
