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.... :)
Thursday, September 23, 2010
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!....
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