The Proposal -- part 3

.....7 hours later, I changed my stand, and was in a call with her again.

The call that night was more of clarifications and justifications. While I threw tantrums at her wary attitude of showing up with “we are just friends” male friend, she expressed complete innocence and asked me the reason for my not-so friendly behavior.Though I wasn’t explicit with the reason for my insane behavior, I wanted her to figure it out.God forbid..!! but it was not a Da Vinci’s cryptogram that she could’nt have figured it out.I was terribly upset with her and wanted to convey the same.I cut short her, asked her to forgive me and never call me back again.I followed this by abruptly cutting the call.Am not sure if she heard my hastily pronounced words, but she did get the message.Nature once again proved that two opposite sexes cant be just friends for long.I felt like trashing my phone, but hesitated doing so after realizing how severely it would affect my financial woes.I went to the terrace where the entire class except me re-joiced around a bon-fire, couples cuddled,chicks danced while the rest boozed.I got a drink for my self, went along the railing of the 7 th floor, looked down on the busy street,gushed down the large peg of scotch and cursed myself again for making people come down to Hyderabad for the industrial visit.

6 months after the Hyderabad incident, which had made me more serious in life, I got recruited by one of the finest IT exporter of the country.It offered me a decent package.The turn of events made me call her again.Perhaps this was a great news and she was the 1 st person after my family whom I wanted to speak at that very instance.In the past many months, she had made numerous attempts to reach me via email,SMS, calls and messenger.I remained unavailable for her most of the time.With time, my grudge at her had almost negated and I realized that I should have at least given a chance for her to talk.The placements had oozed in a fresh fervor of confidence in me. Without a slightest of doubt I called her up.It took more than a few rings for her to take the call.I guess she never anticipated me calling her.Before she could speak up a word, I broke the news and said sorry for my attitude in the last few months at the same time.Though it did not make sense, but we reconciled in the next few minutes.

The Hyderabad incident did leave some scars on our healthy relationship which ceased to be so thereafter.The frequency of calls dropped to once in a couple of months and more than being flirtious and romantic, we started being cautious and pretentious of the usage of our words and the context of our conversation.You know its time to move on when you have an awkward silence over the phone, look for topics to actually talk, say words like hmm, yeah its fine…you tell me.These are the initial signs of the people not actually interested in continuing the conversation but have to, for the very sake of not hurting the person at the end.Its amusing because people on both sides feel just the same, but fear being frank enough about it.With a mutual understanding, the calls dropped..so did the internet chats and the only time we spoke to each other in the final year was at each other’s birthday.I wasn’t sure if I would follow the trend next year too.

Finally I made my way out of the college, earned a graduate degree and had a job at hand.It was the 1st Sunday of August when after a wait for more than 2 months, I finally got the call for joining.It was a welcome respite from my neighbors’ who I guess found me an unwanted element and often inquired about my joining.Some of them went a step ahead and asked me my package and often replied to that by giving reference to some of their distant kin’s son, a product of an IIT, who’s package was a staggering 4-5 times of what I had. Relief indeed..!!..though we haven’t spoken to each other ever since I left college, I was anticipating a call from her the whole day, never knowing the fact that she did the same.I went off to sleep early with mixed emotions and some unfulfilled desires.My joining call did elate me but could not convince me enough to take the initiative and call her up that day.I laid wide awake and kept the cell phone close to me, still clung onto my expectations.It was not more than a minute when I dozed off, that my cellphone vibrated with a message.It was couple of minutes before the clock struck 12.I always believed life to be a vicious cycle.It was like I slipped back a couple of years back.It ws her who had sent me the SMS.The message wished me a happy friendship’s day and ended with ‘expected you to call me atleast on this day..”..it followed with a couple of sad smileys.I had an instant feeling of remorse and guilt.I didn’t know what to do and wasn’t sure if I should actually call her up at this time in the night.I found it safest to SMS her back.I went blank when I opened pressed the reply option to the message.I kept my phone aside, slid under the blanket ,closed my eyes and tried to sleep with a guilty heart and remorseful consciousness.Few minutes later a tear rolled from my left eye and I sobbed for some time before I finally fell asleep.

I was thinking about her again while driving my bike on my way to the city booking center for my tickets.I didn’t notice that I was full on accelerator and the speedo-meter had crossed 70kmph.Just when I breached the speed of 80kmph on my splendor, I saw a dog crossing the road unwarranted of the speeding bike.My heart skipped a beat, and I tried to push both the rear and fore brakes at the same time.While my right leg failed to react in the short span of time, my right hand did what it should have, applied the front brake with full intensity.Physics and newton’s law of motion never seemed as dreadful as it was now.At a speed of 70kmph, the sudden brake on the front brakes proved nasty and it toppled the bike all over.The last thing I felt was being punished for what I did the last night as I lost consciousness on feeling extreme pain and seeing blood all around me.I opened my eyes 3 hours later to find bruises all over my body. The doctor informed me that I was lucky enough not to suffer from any head trauma or break any of the bones. I had stitches on 3 areas all over my body and I felt pain even on moving my head.

The Proposal -- part 2

Here comes the well awaited second part of the series, the 3rd part is on its way..!!

.........Screw you..!! I shouted as hard I could and joined him to see other video songs.

After several months of calls,msgs, google talk and skype, it was in December that we finally decided to meet.We both had agreed to make a mutual effort for it and travel some distance.She was pursuing her Medicals in Bangalore and I was doing my Engg in Tamil Nadu.So, Hyderabad seemed to be a closest option.I chose the place as my class had decided to pay the city a visit on the context of a Industrial Tour.I being one of many co-ordinators strongly insisted on making Hyderabad the place to visit among other places.I neatly laid out a plan, bought in my best buddies and close friends in the class and collectively voted for Hyderabad.None of them knew about my intentions until we had reached the city.She chalked some similar plans which I never got to know.We planned to meet up on the 2 nd day of my trip, as the 1 st day was scheduled completely for the visits to industries and institutes.The night before the date, I gave a thought about it.It was a big day for me,as I was going on my 1 st date ever since I attained puberty. After making and trashing several plans to make the date special for her, I finally decided to cave in and propose her.I realized how my feelings for her has multiplied ever since she made the call on the friendship’s day.She had been constantly bothering me in my dreams and thoughts and perhaps the only way to get rid of my anxieties and worries related to the future of our relationship, was to go ahead and propose her.I went off to sleep after making the decision, unaware and not anticipating about the upcoming barriers.I woke up 3 hours later with an upset stomach.Certainly..!! not the greatest of starts on the day I decided to change the course of my life and propose a girl.I had never ever proposed or thought of proposing a girl before even in my wildest dreams.Leave me, I guess my entire bunch of friends, noone in my family or the entire clan had taken such a step.I realized how this step of mine would get me a heroic figure in front of my friends. I decided not to think about how my family would react at it.I knew it would be nothing less than catastrophic, so decided to give the thought a miss.



I decided to call upon my other school friends to get any idea they may have about how to propose a girl.The guy whom I called put my call on speaker mode and what I heard was a herd of guys giving me ideas and tips about it. Most of the tips seemed to have been directly taken out from romantic Bollywood and Hollywood classics and I was sure beyond doubt that none of them have had any experience at it.The romantic movie showed taking your date to a 5 star hotel,buying a wine and proposing with the ring in it.Leave the ring,dinner or wine I couldn’t afford to enter a 5 star hotel then.It was then an idea struck me.I explaimed Eureka..!! and took an auto.I instructed the auro-wallah to halt wherever he finds a good flower shop.That seemed to be the most viable,feasible and economical option, a red rose.The auto-wallah asked me if I was going on for a date.Taken aback by the question, I gave a smirk and asked to mind his own business.After such a rude response.i wasn’t sure if would halt at any flower shop.However, the guy seemed to ingnore my smirk and did stop at the flower shop.Confused on seeing a variety of red roses, i closed my eyes and chose one of them, and hurred bakc to the auto.I waved my hand at her as I paid my auto-fare.In accordance to my rude behaviour, the auto wallah charged me 20 bucks more than what the meter showed, stating this is what the rule of land was.Had it been any other day I would have probably given a fight , but I had no intentions of screwing my mood.I stepped in the café and reached the table where she sat.Gosh..!! what was seriously wrong with me in school, as I never noticed her seriously. I said a peppy hi, and without any delay flashed the rose at her.Am sure I took off her off her feet, but the surprised and shocked reaction at her face was more than what I had expected. I consoled myself and reminded me of my firm determination for the day.



After spending hundreds of hours over phone in the last few months, the face to face conversation was more than awkward.We talked random and casual stuff, the talk completely lacked the passion and she did not have the flirtiest tone which she possessed over phone.’Hey .!! dude” I heard a male voice and saw a guy coming over to our table with cappuccinos’ and some other CCD stuff. I was about to say ‘Am sorry..!!,,do I know you” before she cut me short and made a formal introduction to him.He was her class-mate and a resident of Hyderabad . According to her version, she bumped onto him on her way to the café. I really wanted to trust her, but the jealous, possessive boyfriend within me found the version absurd enough to believe.I sat for the next hour wearing a fake smile and had nothing less to say apart from my limited vocabulary i used when i met a girk for the 1st time.I didn’t knew about my status then and somehow found the two of them too friendly to be mere classmates.She went on to say that I hadn’t changed as i still did not speak much.I wanted to reply her saying “what do you expect me to say when I come for my date and found myself stuck up on someone else’s..!! “My desire to propose her drowned themselves in the floods of sorrow deep within my heart.Much to my respite my friend called me up as they were heading for a movie and was just checking if I could make it. I stood up made a very lame excuse and left leaving my share of bill on the table, all intended to let her know of my pissed off mood.Quite obviously I thought that Shahrukh’s flick would anyday be a better choice than crucifying my heart further.Heart-broken,devastated and embarrassed, I left the café and vowed not to meet,talk or call her again.7 hours later, I changed my stand, and was in a call with her again.

The Proposal -- part 1

Finally came with an idea and a story after a lull of more than 3 months.My past experiences with writing has taught that while a serious blogger does care about general observations and write-ups, a more-so common reader doesnt give a damn unless it a story cramped with love, romance and some humor.So here it is..would be publishing it in 3 parts or more as am yet to conclude the story.And yet again, it a complete work of fiction, which maynot or may have been inspired in bits from my personal past experiences with life.

The proposal -- part 1

The friendly pat on my back declared her arrival finally.She had been religiously following the gesture of patting me on my back every time she met me right from our school days.Never realized how the tom-boyish friend of mine had transformed in a lovely lady today.She was more than an hour late but barely had the guilt feel on her face.Her flawless smile, the glossy lipstick and the green eyes(I was sure she wore the lenses) made me forget my anger in less than a minute.Gosh..!! how could and how would I vent my anger at her..!!, is what I thought the next moment.I had texted her more than 15 times in the last 1 hr while waiting at the Sahara Mall in Delhi.It was my 3rd visit to the state capital and it was 7 yrs after the last time.My education and work kept me busy deep south and had it been not her would not have visited Delhi in the chilly December.But this time I was on a purpose.The motive was to finally propose her and express my deep seated desire of finally getting in with her.I knew the long distance relation-ship never works, but right now keeping everything aside, I was up for some love and commitments.


It wasn’t my maiden attempt at it.I had made 2 attempts early on in past which had failed miserably.The first time I realized how my feelings for her was when I was down with a quarter of whisky.Sitting among the herd of buddies in 2 nd year at college, it was the 1 st time I consumed alcohol.I was feeling like nausea but had no intentions of throwing up.Alcohol has a weird power of making u feel all alone even when you are sitting in a crowd.And it was she who made the 1 st entry to my lonely sub-consciousness.It was kind of weird as I had lost touch her ever since I passed my 12th Board exams and my career aspirations made me move south.The entire past ,our childhood, the school flashed before my eyes like a 70mm Eastman color movie.


My feelings for her re-surfaced on a quiet afternoon in August, after a hearing a friendly voice on the other side of phone.Yes..!! it was her.She got my number from a common friend and had called me on the 2 nd Sunday of August to wish me a Happy Friendship’s day.I said Happy what…!!.For we guys and in the year 2005, the day had no meaning at all.Yes it was meaningful for those who had in a short span of time befriended hottest assets(read girls) of the college.Its strange how a girl is considered as an asset early on by any random guy, but after a date or two when the hapless guy had to shell out the coffee,shopping and other extravagant bills, the same assets are branded as severe liabilities. She took me off my feet by calling me.I cursed myself for the 1 st few seconds of the talk for not having taken such an initiative.She went to narrate a number of stories and my part of conversation mostly included few ohs,oks and yeah..cool. She showed a mild anger at me for not being in touch for so long and asked me for an explanation.Before I could make any excuse she went on with another not so interesting story of hers.She ..no, I mean we spoke for an hour before she shrieked at the top of her voice that her balance was almost over and she would call me back later.It was hurried hour long talk and a breezy good-bye not before she asked me to promise her to call her back.Unlike other girls she didn’t ask me to call her back as she was out of balance.Lying down on my bunker-bed after the call, I buried myself with these thoughts and blankly stared at the upper bunk.I wondered what this call meant and did it mean an end to my dry and wry bachelor-hood.Before I could envisage my dreams any further, my room-mate played a Himesh reshamiya song and the speakers blared at their utmost volume.Screw you..!! I shouted as hard I could and joined him to see other video songs.

THE SOCIAL NETWORK:

5 Years after I logged in, and created my 1st social network profile on Orkut and a few months after I changed my loyalty to Facebook, I finally thought of writing in about my experience in and out.
Wikipedia defines the term as “A social network is a social structure made up of individuals (or organizations) called "nodes," which are tied (connected) by one or more specific types of interdependency, such as friendship, kinship, common interest, financial exchange, dislike, sexual relationships, or relationships of beliefs, knowledge or prestige.”..Well all said about what a social network is, let me get in some details from my past, my 1st foray to Orkut, the lean phase I spent with Orkut with no value addition to my scrapbook and friends and finally the quite phase when like my most Orkut friends, I shifted to facebook literally scrapping the mystic Orkut.
It all started in my 2nd year when a girl next to me logged in www.Orkut.com in the Bio-informatics lab. For the 1st time, I noticed the site rather the girl at the 1st go. Though I did check out her later on but it was totally futile. The reason why I chose to give my 1st look at the Orkut home page was genuine enough. The interface was neat, and mostly the images of various chicks who are present in your friend list or maybe your friends friend list gave enough opportunities. Orkut proved to an instant hit and rage among the college and school goers. Having an Orkut account was the owner pride and others envy. More than that owning an Orkut account meant, you could invite others too and this made the owner the most sought after person. It sounded cheesy and one felt complex browsing sites like Rediff.com and meebo.com(for yahoo and other chat rooms) when the person sitting right behind you browsed Orkut and received scrap from any random chick he knew. Any happening like this with me, I said “Son-of a bitch, he has an Orkut account”.(obviously in my mind) and made desperate attempts to find any remote friend or acquaintance who could grace me with an invite for Orkut.
Technology spreads like wild-fire. More because the developers of the technology want to spread in that way as it means earning some quick bucks and they know for sure that any new technology on internet(except Google) which sees a high would for sure see a low after it attains its saturation point. So the motive it makes enough financial gains as possible from your product. Orkut garnered enough publicity mostly from word-of mouth and some weird stories from media which described how a guy found a girl on Orkut. The buzz around it was enough for anyone to create or look for creating an Orkut profile. The Yahoo chat rooms and groups had lost it sheen mostly because of bots infiltrating the chat rooms and guys often hanged with bots rather than real chicks on yahoo. Moreover, unlike yahoo chat rooms, the Orkut found an instant hit among girls too who found the site safe and trust-worthy enough to make a profile on it. Girls and technology are two independent entities and no where relates (exceptions do exist..!!)..Orkut in the year 2006 was void of any privacy settings. Its scrap book was public, so was the photo albums and any one write on your scrap-book unless you had takes extra care of making your scrap-book a private affair. Changing the privacy and security settings was pain in the** and most of the users were unaware of it. And still girls found it a safe horizon..!!..This made Orkut one of the most infamous hunting grounds for guys looking for girls.
My long awaited and cherished desire did not prove to be too long as a class mate or a friend asked me over SMS if I was on Orkut or not. As I wasn’t really interested in that girl, saying a No and being honest was my reply, to which she asked me my gmail ID and sent the invitation rather than replying to my SMS.Thinking of being the 1st person to be there and realizing that lots of people have already been there was my 1st reaction after I logged in for the 1st time.I realized that it more of increasing the friend count that the girl send me the invite of Orkut. She sent similar request to more than half a dozen people too. Crap..i thought…how does the count of your friend even ever matters.2 weeks down the lane I found the answer when I was busy trying to find people who I knew even remotely and scrapped people whom I met a minute back, the content of scrap being “Hey buddy…wassup man..!!”…all these efforts intended to increase my friend as well as scrap count.It was always a feeling of virtual victory when you knocked down your closed friend in terms of friend as well as scrap count.
Chat rooms became a matter of past and people found their new love in scraps. Though Orkut found it popularity mostly in South Asian and African countries, an Indian in USA used Orkut more than MySpace or Facebook (the most common social networks of USA).The About Me section of one’s profile defined how cool a person was. Using metaphors,similies,Barrons high frequency words and humorous content were the hot trends, some losers did made a mockery of themselves by really describing themselves like I am Smart,handsome, blah blah kind of stuff(in most cases it was just the opposite).As the count of friends lost it relevance, the number of testimonials one possessed defined the incandescent persona of an individual. Testimonials were more of a statement which went ga-ga about an invidual saying how smart,unique,cool the person was , the matter was to say how good a girlfriend/boyfriend one would be.Most of the testimonials were written literally at gun-point or under the pre-text of a promise of a similar reciprocation.
The period or the phase saw many heart breaks and cheers.The initial offering of Orkut which made the scrap-book public had extreme affects.Guys found their area of interest(read the girl they liked) being some other guys love-interest while girls found the guy they had crush on having all other girls except her in that guy’s friend list. Technology has it pros and cons. Talk of the cons and am forced to remind how Orkut during my college days proved to be prankster’s hay place. An unlogged account of a friend proved to be a key to may doors and people played jokes at the owner’s cost.
The final year and a year after proved to be a season of lull for Orkut in my life. Two factors contributed it. First being at home for most part of year after college with no internet connectivity and the second being strangled with a job thereafter. My interaction with Orkut limited itself to any updates like an incoming scrap or a friend request on my Gmail id.Even the updates changed it frequency to once in a blue moon. The phase saw no value addition to my scrap-book count which by this time has become a (s)crap-book for me. The friend list count dwindled as users facing similar issues preferred trying some new stuff rather than experiencing the vintage.
The Face-Book 
Mark Zuckerberg’s Harvard extravaganza proved better than Orkut Büyükkökten’s official work. Facebook though have had invaded the western countries way before Orkut made its appearance, started to infiltrate in India. Though I created a profile on Facebook way back in 2008, I became an active user only on the early part of this year, when Orkut developers innovative ways came to an end. To add to my Orkutting ways, most of the times I logged in, the server of Orkut crashed pathetically further diverting me attention and time to Facebook.Further my workplace seeing Orkut doing a potential damage to its culture,banned it.however, Facebook is yet to come in company’s websense radar.This gives me an extra liberty to stay connected to the social network via FB.
However, facts to be told. As my instincts reacted for the 1st time , I still find FB a cluttered act with numerous apps all messed up in a page with people asking some help for their farm or their cows going somewhere..seriously..what crap.If I were given a task I would go on to write 101 reasons why I hated FB.However, considering the fact that how painstaking and daunting that task would be, let me innumerate a few of them.
a)A daily request to join Mafia wars or feed someone’s something in a farm freaks me out.Seriously what the f*** is Farmville and Mafia wars..and why the damn should my participation would ever make a difference.Have been very sporting right from Nursery days and sportingly accepted the fact that sports do not form a part of me and neither do I belong to the sports cult. The other day an update which is marked a News feed(how the hell it’s a news..maybe yes someone’s farm is getting scrwed maybe a news for me) popped on my facebook homepage saying
“**** found a lost little White-tailed Buck on their farm. Oh no!.. **** was tending some new sprouts when a White-tailed Buck wandered onto their farm. The buck go...” and I went into an introspection why I was even on facebook getting such stupid news feed.
b)Unlike in Orkut, I never sent a friendship request to any random chick.It was always sent to a friend, or an acquaintance in certain cases. However, there are a few people (read girls) whom I know but am not really sure of their knowledge about me(am pretty sure they must have seen me..If at all they are observative as I am), who I did extend the prospects of my priceless friendship. Yet they have never been approved. Worse still, I do get updates of these people approving other friends and I seem to be the only one who under-went the sledge-hammer. Well, this can’t be reason for hating face-book, but the reason why do is the option of taking back the friendship offer is surely missing.After being denied an approval, I would never ever want to give my request a 2nd thought.Yet facebook doesn’t give me such a liberty and in the while compromises with my very principles.
c)I truly feel like screwing the guys more than facebook, when they make a comment on every other girl’s updates, no matter how cheesy it is.Even a crappiest of pics posted by a female receives more than a dozen likes and similar count of comments explaining how gorgeous, out-of-universe she looked.On the other hand, guys with the most amazing and thrilling updates have to like his own post and if ever get comments, includes “whr did u copy it from” and “seems u have gone crazy” kind of updates.Pics posted of himself is mostly un-noticed and is seen by noone other that him or his siblings.Such a kind of gender discrimination and a female chauvinistic attitude certainly leads to FB not being ranked as my top 10 sites to browse or go for when I reach my laptop.
d)The FB apps seem to be more of a curse than an option.They create a hell lot of humor which can be phrased as more of a tumor.Example this:
I checked out an App, how my life partner’s gonna be..(i vividly remember the name but am not sure of the exact name of the app.)..The application could have extracted my details as in my month of birth, my last name and other crap from my profile(and i thought the apps were smart enough).However, it asked me to enter the details.Curious to know i did painstakingly entered the bare as details only to find the result same as the friend who checked out the app last.After cursing FB for a minute i found that so called smart FB found me of the sun-sign LIBRA(am born on 1st Nov..and a Scorpion).These idiotoc apps which though creates extreme curiosity but prove to be a mere dud r another reason my hatred towards facebook.
Despite of these endless and countless reasons i use facebook on a daily basis, not because i love if, but because Orkut sucks as of now and for the very same reason i took to IT after doing my grads in Biotechnology, and for the same reason, i go for the work daily and lastly for the same reason why i do respond to my supervisor at work, though my every inch of body feels like thrashing the crap out of him.


P.S.:It may be a bit of irony, but the blog SOCIAL NETWORK makes it way onto unscocialgaurav’s blogspot.It reminds me of basic physics which taught us the very principle of Like charges attracting the unlike charges and vice-versa. Hail the Physics..!!

15th August: Independence Day..!!

Finally Independence Day creates a buzz among the urban denizens of the country. Contrary to some 5-6 yrs back when the day(15th August) meant nothing more than an official and school holiday, now the scenario has changed when people take a pride in endorsing the tri-colour on their vehicles,pin up the flag on their shirts and do wish each other the Happy Independence Day. All thanks to the movement(no its not Celebrate Independence Day movement..!!) started by a few email-happy people, which criticized people for wishing each other on Friendship’s day, Valentine’s day and other non-sensical western days but giving out very own Independence day a miss. Unlike last year, this year my facebook New Feed was flooded with people wishing Independence day and all updates of my friends(and acquaintances) who described how the over whelming feeling of patriotism imbibed them today. Some even wanted to India to go back to shackles so that they could do the Bhagat Singh or Azad’s kind of act and redeem freedom back to the country. Sheer patriotism I should say..!!..What was more surprising was that this year Friendship’s day which happened exactly a couple of weeks back seemed dud in comparison to the Independence day..Once again kudos to my dear netizens who created an enormous awareness and their campaign seems finally paying off.
I was really intrigued to give a thought about this day after people waked me up at 6 in the morning to wish on this day. A talk over phone for 2 minutes meant an abrupt end to my sleep. With nothing to do around, I thought how does it mattered to wish each other a happy independence day…my answer didn’t matter at all..Then does the Independence does really matter?? Yes it does..And my final question got me in real tizzy when I asked myself if am enjoying it..and my answer was..hmm..No..Don’t know..but it tends highly towards No.
Now why I think so..here are the few points:
a)In a Country where I do have rights to settle anywhere , but is forced to move out by local goons do not define independence of movement.
b)Though my company talks of ethics ,asks me to come to office even on weekends and even on Independence day..Is it the freedom are we talking about.
c)The inflation has marred the country.Despite of this millions of tonnes of food stock gets damaged due to improper storage and the Agriculture Minister says, it happens..
d)The Commonwealth Games which would be a 1st International event to be staged in the country after the 1982 Asiad, seems badly hit by corruption. Few days for the games, people are showing keen interest in doing exposes and blackening the games further rather than really trying to help it happen. Is it the freedom all about..
e)The outsourcing firms based in the country charge a hefty $200-300 per day per person from clients but pay a meager $15-16 per day to its employees. Is it what we call equality..??
f)The Maoists have inflicted a huge damage to the nation and is on the verge of India’s civil war.Yet the vote frenzy politicians create a buzz and hold dharnas when talks of using Army at them are concerned.
g)As the nations celebrates its yet another Independence Day, Kashmir burns echoing a separatist voice. Some elements of society who have an issue with peace and harmony ruling over, invoke a group of mis guided who go on violent terms. And instead of holding proper talks, the leaders make some crappy statements and continue to hold the state under siege. This is certainly not freedom atleast not for Kashmir. I am pretty sure that all the people there want is peace and have always been let down by some weak governance and the unruly , brain washed people there.

Am not a sadist who tries to conceive a negative image of things. Rather am critical of how things happen and whether it really makes sense the way it is happening.
Once again rather than sitting back and seeing the tri-colour being unfurled on national television, standing up for the next 52 seconds for National Anthem lets perceive, conceive and do something for a better tomorrow, a better India and in a real sense an Independent India.
--Jai Hind..

Happy friendship day..!!

"The rain may be falling hard outside,
But your smile makes it all alright.
I'm so glad that you're my friend.
I know our friendship will never end."
-- Robert Alan
Though I have a huge pile of unfinished blogs which gradually, with time have occupied quintessential part of my hard-disk, I though to deal with the hottest topic of the day.The 1st Sunday of the month of Aug..i.e Friendship day.Though my knowledge,information and interest in the American days(mostly Halloween,Valentine’s day,fathers day,etc etc..) has been something on a lower note on my barometric knowledge scale.I consider them as the brainchild of marketing gimmicks..the ones passing from IIMs and other reputed management colleges across the globe all intended to en-cash the ambiance and celebration on the day.Before the thoughts start creeping in about how sad-dist the author of this blog is, I would like to say that I know that these are a few days people do celebrate and every small celebration paves the way for scores of happier moments.Despite of these, my interest have ever eluded from these days and so has been my friends in wishing me on these days.I do not exchange greetings on friendship day and get to know about this days from status update of my friends, or their friends or a few acquaintances on facebook.
However, considering the rage the day has become this year with people calling me up to wish for the same,i finally gave it a serious thought and decided to give in.So here it goes on record..Wishing all my friends(wishes multiplied exponentially to my female friends),people(read girls) whom I want to be friends with,my readers(though the count is pretty low,lets be friends..!!), a very happy friendship day..Have a great Sunday and savor every moment which you spend with anyone who’s your friend.Have no idea what and how exactly you wish you friend on this day as most of my wishes to my close buddies(males) have been misspelt slags and one-lines(adultery imbibed), but just wanna finish off with a few lines which has been more of an impromptu from me…
Friendship’s in the air,
Obviously, its love with which its having an affair,
Forget ur worries and let anxieties slay,
Wishing one and all a Happy Friendship day.

The girlfriend effect..!!

It was 3 years back in the 3rd yr in college when i thought of writing about it. Somehow the topic eluded my mind and whenever it cropped, it took a backseat. But finally here i am.
Truth to be told and facts be dealt. Am not a boyfriend material and neither have had any history of any girl i could officially declare as my girlfriend. The closest i have ever been to girls is sitting by their sides in shared autos. Am writing this out of my sheer observation of my close friends who have had engaged or say doomed to this tryst with destiny with a girl.
From a literary point of view, a girl or a female is a classified section of human , which is subjected to intense conditions, though is an enormous source of energy, engraved with love, care and passion all over. Every chat with a female ends with tc(take care..!!) statement, a gesture which the male section never care about both literally as well as figuratively.
However, the facet which i would love to enlighten about is the after-math or rather say the evolution which an individual goes through when a lady (whom he officially recognizes as girlfriend) walks in his life, in short the Girl-Friend effect. We could easily classify the nature of effect in 3 phases which is directly related to the time spent with each other.
The 1st phase is revolved around the hysteria created by the male species for which a girl's presence becomes an inevitable part of life. People with a girl by the side becomes a topic of discussion and mostly a subject of others jealousy. And somehow this concept sounds like a melancholy to male ears. Guys with a girlfriend are pitied, envied and at the same time tagged as a guy who compromises with his principles, all by losers who have failed miserably in their numerous attempts in past to woo a girl. The fanatic search though leads to success for a few, but it’s a failure for most of the guys. The amateur guys with no past experience in wooing a chick drool out in their own world while their successful counterpart bask in the glory of their new found other half and repent at committing the mistake at the same-time.
However the most interesting aspect is the way guys woo the girl in the 1st half or rather say try to do so. In the world of gadgets, internet and 3G, still SMS remains the most convenient mean of communicating to a stranger. Text the person and if you aren’t interested, block his/her no. Its all a matter of few taps on your smart phone. Contrary to regular belief, a guy always hesitates to make the 1st move i.e. the 1st call, hence goes the SMS. After having gathered enough courage and with friends charging all around, finally the guy manages the message the shortest Text possible..”Hey wassup..??”..People’s eyes are transfixed and gazed at the cell-phone screen until the delivered status is received. The lucky ones get back their reply in the next few seconds which starts a series of chain-reactions which involves some melo-dramatic sequences, promises being made and what not crap..wherin the guy appears to be on cloud nine which the girl looking for her next victim(just kidding girls, its not always so.. :D).However the ones who donot receive their reply seem to have a panic attack, remorse for their earlier committed sin of messaging a girl(who becomes slut by now as she might be hooked to some other guy..!!).
Once in profound newly found love, a guy makes a quick transition from a careless,lousy freak to a caring, emotional and a humorous companion(I still feel the humor part is exaggerated as girls laugh at every other crap and finds all weird nuisances funny.)The monthly expenses are ruled by cellphone bills, credit card bills.The priorities suddenly changes, and a stroll with your lovelife hand-in hand becomes more satisfying than a booze with your close friends.Indeed relations changes people and so do girls, however they are the ones who after changing guys blatantly speak a year later in the most melo-dramatic way …”Oh my God..!! you have changed…!!!”.
However , this marks the 2nd phase when the beauty turns out to be a beast at times.Just like watching a Karan Johar’s flick 10 times, the remorse or guilt creeps in. Though this subtle yet persistent feeling is subdued and mellowed by the secretion of hormones at the mere context and pretext of a female proximity. Imbibed by the sense of responsibility towards the girl which slowly nurtures into an unwanted a baggage, the guy retracts and deviates from its original trajectory and does the expected i.e. breaks up which marks the 3rd and final phase of a girlfriend effect.
Numerous reasons or say excuses culminate to this phase.”I guess we were never meant for each other”,”my parents would never agree to our relation, and I would never go against their wishes” and similar phrases start a series of arguments,debates and crying sessions which finally lead to the fateful.As written, the 1st phase is the longest, interesting and the most talked about phase while the 3rd phase is like the setting Sun, which everyone feels sorry for but with time, it emerges and rises back again. It just about moving on and tracing the path which leads to betterment and improvement..!!
P.S: Am indebted to my close friends, acquaintances and foes too who all inspired and gave me a reason to write this all courtesy to their varied relations with women…thank you ppl…!!

Dard-e-dastan...32 se 36 tak..!!

To put an end to any apprehensions,conclusion,errors in judgment or whatever one would make upon reading the topic, the figures deal with my waist line and my horrific trail through it.
My story of my waist line has been much like a sinusoidal curve which has seen extreme ups and lows.It all started some countable number of years back which i do not want to remember and count right now(sheer laziness and y d hell should i..lol).My parents and my neighbors found a rare prodigy in me when i emerged a topper in class 10th, putting an end to the reign of my closest friend's era, who had occupied the coveted position as early as Upper Kinder gardens till my pre-board exams.For me the results came out of blue, left me dazed for the next 2 yrs when i made the most of time and did everything(well..yeah plz consider the age then and then decide its meaning)apart from studying religiously and fared badly in my 12th.The results came as a utter shock to my expectant parents(they expected me to do really well..!!!)..The sheer frustration of under performing and not reaching the standards started the 1st upwardly movement of my waist line.
The next 1 yr saw a an increment in the curve exponentially and my trousers had to bear the brunt.An year long stay brought an extra layer of fat with a complimentary offer of weight rise.By the end of year when i was all set for a college admission, i weighed a whopping 75 kgs with a waist line of 36 inches and looked way aged than i was.Worse still, i sported a mustache riding the 'manhood' concept i had heard from the childhood.
The curve had reached it maxima when a few factors started acting as a differential which brought a sharp decline in weight which affected my waist line too.The college was situated in hard-core tamil land which boasted of idlis,wadas,uthapams and dosais but all of the south-indian flavor.The daily dose of dosais, attus and what not took its toll on me finally and i was admitted in hospital after a viral fever.The end of fever saw me loosing some 7kgs and by the time i reached home, i weighed a mere 65 kgs and had lost a waist line of almost 2 inches.Best part, i got rid of my manhood..oops sorry my mustache.Contrary to my earlier belief i still looked and was manly...lol.
The next 3 years in college saw a certain improvisation in food but could not help my weight or waist line either.Even a tailor gave me a smirk when i approached him with a request to reduce my waist size.Even the placements were of no respite and i attained a stagnant phase when everything in life was stand still.
History has a notorious habit of repeating itself unless one does something about it.I jacked my ass at home for 5 months at home after college awaiting a call from the company i was recruited in.Home made food ,daily dose of TV soaps and regular sleep of 8-10 hrs helped when the curve zoomed in an upward fashion and moved as expected on the sinusoidal curve.
Earning money helped the cause further and 8-10 hrs of office where my movement was restricted to a mere 100 meters was slicing on the cake.An year and half later, the other half of mine i.e. my consciousness fails to recognize me and at times disown me in my worst nightmares all owing to the flabby fats all around me.My several attempts to cast off the fat have failed and off late i resort to several weird means to loosing some out of me.
Even a renaissance of my outrageous gain of weight in the past 2 yrs bring me goose bumps.Though the above narration may not be a tear-jerker but a sight of my pic taken 2 years back does bring sweat across my fore-head..God..!! how did i do this..!!

The narration is a truth with intended pun..!!

What's in the name..!!

Words have meaning and names have power. ~Author Unknown

The name or say the noun by which we address a person is key to number of answers.I always believed a person's name sketches a clear picture about him/her.Names have unique attributes which is passed on to its bearer.No wonder, every girl by the 'Neha' not only sound beautiful but are gorgeous.People with unpronounceable names are exemplary and are way out of leagues.People who inspire their names from nature are undoubtedly smart, academically brilliant and are eye candies.However, the ones possessing a common name, leads a common life bespectacled with success of others.Names changes virtues and the way one looks at a person.
Off late with boom in technology, a person's name can open a Pandora's box.A search in social networking sites can divulge minute details about an individual, his nature, attitude and even the marital status.
But well that's my way of thinking and a small observation i made in the last 10-12 yrs of my life.Riding the current belief, i always intend to know a person's name before befriending him/her(its mostly her in most of the occasions).
My work place with buzz with female species.Though my hectic schedule leaves a little space for sighting people but over time, my multi-tasking features have honed well and my eyes hover around for any female existence in the area which can be mapped by my eyes.My search for one ended up a couple of months back when i spotted 2 girls in cafeteria.They sat in corner much like extinct species.Both of them looked good and would have been a rare treat for any male eyes.I always appreciate beauty in a decent manner and feel the appreciation should be passed on the one who's being appreciated.Unable to decide which one to go for, i made up my mind to have a tete-a-tete with whoever's name in known 1st to me.
Few months later i.e. today, one of the girls startled me when i found her sitting across my table at lunch.Wow, still she looked a master piece and a pie to go for.In the past months i noticed how she often dressed herself in white outfits.She attired in a similar way today.I feel awkward and not at ease trying to strike conversation with a new person while either of us is eating.Added to it i still did not knew her name and had no intentions of ruining my 1st impression.There are few occasions when you feel everything going your way while most of the times it the other way round.To my amazement, she stood up kept her ID card and her lunch box on the table and asked me not to let anyone sit as she'll be back in a minute.Taken aback, i gave a open jaw reply, and nodded my head saying 'Oh sure' to her.Once gone, i moved close to her ID card to check out her name but her faded name on her ID made it illegible.She was back in a minute and gave a slight grin appreciating my effort to keep her place intact.My mind vacillated between striking a conversation with her or not.Again like loser i followed my brain and chose not to speak to her.I munched my food at double the pace to finish off it faster.I slowed down at the end upon realizing that i still needed to know her name.
The urge to know her name made me look all around except her.I gathered some effort, garnished with guts and spoke to her for the 1st time.What i could only muster was asking which account she worked in.Shocked my sudden question, she answered in a word.Unable to make an eye contact any further, i rushed, almost surrendered and stood up to leave.About to leave, i stopped upon hearing "By the way I am ...."Over joyed and excited, i reciprocated.Perhaps a wonderful end to a nervous start.Could have never known the importance of a name had not her.Somehow knowing her name seemed a feat well achieved and at the end of day i treated myself with a Cornetto ice-cream.

I had rehearsed it over and over again. The plan was simple enough though its execution required 5% of meticulous care and 95% of luck. To avoid any last minute adrenaline rushes and hiccups, I reached the restaurant 20 minutes earlier than decided amongst us. It was the venue she had agreed upon to have a date with me after a long time of persuasion. When the entire community of my friends roamed around the city hand in hand with their girlfriend, I still was bound to my cell phone. My past experiences have taught be to be patience and I was trying to follow the same in my existing relationship.
However, it was an opportunity tonight. She too somehow seemed mellowed by my righteous demand for a date and agreed finally .I had decided to break the jinx. The plan was simple, have a candle light dinner followed by champagne, a mild dance which was all intended to blow her off.
She arrived sharp on time and to my amazement carried a bigger handbag than usual. Girls and their accessories is a countless noun, so rather than looking at these I tried concentrating at her. Damn, she looked beautiful. The extra bit of kohl in her eyes was eminent and I could have kept staring at her for ages. She had tied her hair in casual bun leaving a few stray hairs loose which ruffled in the soft breeze that blew around us. A sudden yell almost broke my concentration. It was her who complained how unhygienic food the restaurant served. I was taken aback by this claim as I felt it was one of best one around. She went to narrate the story of how her team member fell ill after consuming its food when they came here the last time. It’s easier meddling with your boss than interrupting your girlfriend (or negate her claims).In addition I had no plans for messing up a wonderful night .I wondered what she meant by “Yeah sure thing..Will be there by 7...nd yeah get a reservation  ” which she had texted earlier in the day. I looked at her with questing eyes asking “What next”..She uttered …”y not go to your place”..Had no idea what her intentions were, but was dumbstruck and the stars around me seemed to transpire and conspire all in favor of me.
The champagne and dance became the plans of past. Before I could realize and recollect the turn of events, she signaled an auto and we hurried to my place. I rushed in to put things in place and offered her a chair. We both sat around our small circular table and I looked into her blue eyes for the nth time. It was then she emptied her handbag and carefully took out a vodka bottle. She had always liked vodka and had a shot at it whenever she found one. While she went on to fetch glasses and cold drinks, I moved the table in the balcony and lit a candle to create a dim but beautiful candle light effect. We sat opposite but close enough so that out legs intertwined among ourselves. She poured my drink and hers too. There was a mild breeze which ruffled her long and soothing hair along my face. I closed my eyes to feel the aroma. I could feel her noticing this and opened my eyes the very next second. We spoke and giggled for the next few minutes and could very well feel the blood rush though my cheeks.
We raised the toast, and gulped the drink. Slosh went the 1st drops of vodka down our throat adding color to our skins and accelerating the adrenaline rush. Maybe it was vodka but we intertwined our fingers together to finish off the rest of the drink with our eyes gazing each other. Before it would go any further, I remembered the KFC chicken which I had ordered in morning was still fresh. I asked her for the dinner and she readily agreed.
I took her hands into mine casually, slid off my chair and made her stand in a perfect gentleman fashion. We held our hands just a tiny moment and proceeded to our dinners still happy and with increased romance though decent enough to not jump at each other. We barely had a piece of chicken, when she stood up and asked me to put some music. She trembled all along as the alcohol started its affect. I rushed to prevent her from tripping off. Incapable of doing anything, she put her hand across my shoulders. I felt a sudden gush of hormones but enjoyed the angel, the women of my life whom I loved and hated to the equally eccentric limits. She started making some moves which seemed more of a slow dance. The dance was more of a trance with eyes unwavering and lips on a involuntary smile. I caressed my fingers along her rouge less cheeks. The night continued with all of our favorite tunes flowing smooth like that slosh of liquor in our blood stream. We kept dancing and moved closer to each other and seemed to cross the barriers when her phone rang up.
The shriek ring tone brought us back to our senses. She took the call to find her mother at the other end. She finished her call and asked me to drop her at her place. Moved and embarrassed of my moves earlier, I hurriedly called up a cab and dropped her to her home. She asked me stay back for some time and we strolled along the desolate road starry eyed gazing at the stars. She told me how beautiful her evening had been and thanked me for making all the efforts. Before I could head back to my home, she gave me a peck on my lips and literally took me off my feet. I jogged my way back to home and was shocked to find a “Love you sweetheart, and yeah am not drunk” text from her .Till date that night remains the best one I have ever had.


P.S.: Another round of fictional write-up. Would not have been possible without effective inputs from a friend, which I framed into a story .And yet again, a sheer imagination.

My rendezvous with her has become a daily affair...I eagerly await the clock to hover its hands around 10 o' clock to have a glimpse of the wonder.No matter how early i wake up, i tend to do things which ensures that i reach my office at around 10 minutes to 10.Its been past 1 month since when i have been holistically following the schedule, the only motivating force being her.What started with a series of coincidences have become a continuous affair.It all started some 5 weeks back when contrary to my regular schedule and PL's demand, i made my way to office 20 minutes late to the scheduled time.The reason being a late night sleep which consequently led to a late start of the day.I don't mind saying that i believe in superstitions and a regular reader of daily horoscope to which am subscribed to in my email(needs to mention that the subscription is free).I flipped open my notebook and made a frenzied move around the web pages to open the daily feed of my luck.I spent the next 2 minutes to read the 3-4 lines of lines which was imposed as my luck of the day.It bluntly mentioned how my day at office would be screwed.After been late to office, this seemed to be a very obvious happening of the day.I silently applauded the person who does such accurate predictions and felt an utter need to knowing how my fate would take its course in the coming years.The volcano of thoughts were soon mellowed by the clock on my desktop which made me hurry up for the office.When ur luck is wild, u have an every chance of being bitten by a dog despite of being atop a camel.I failed to get a single auto which would drop me by my workplace.Every auto driver seemed to show a middle finger trying to screw my already screwed day.
After waiting for the next 1 min, i mustered enough courage to walk half the stretch after which getting an auto was a simpler matter.I made some quick calculations, and came with the conclusion that even walking the stretch meant being late by another 15 minutes.After being late by 10 minutes, another 15 minutes sounded not so nasty enough but in terms of business it meant, i would be late by 150% more which meant a loss 13 euros of my billable effort for the day.I prepared some answers which i would utter if asked for a reason, which mostly was never asked.My excuses ranged from being ill to having headache to as vague as there wasn't power to iron my clothes.My mind vacillated between declaring which reason would lead its way, as each of them sounded genuine enough.
I almost stumbled as i tried to run along the stairs overtaking an elderly associate of my company.I managed to balance myself and prevent my fall which could have led to disastrous end to a bad start.The elder man now way ahead of me gave me a "u reckless, careless idiot" look as i tried to overtake him again to make myself be the 1st one available for the lift.I work on the 3rd floor of the building.Though the building has 8 lifts for smooth movement across the floors, the one closest enough to the entrance sought maximum attention, hence more traffic and finally a slack movement.To my surprise, the lift doors were still ajar.I ran to make myself available before door closed.I steeped my shoe between the doors to make it stop and got in the next split second.My short stint pissed off most of the co-associates in the lift who made weird expressions to show the same.
I moved my right to press the floor where i needed to stop when i noticed her for the 1st time.Clad in a refreshingly new shade of blue, she looked ravishingly beautiful.I could not stop myself from peeking her from the corner of my eye.Standing inches away, i could smell the perfume she wore.I quickly noticed her smooth flowing hair, the fresh mascara in her eyes and a series of bangles she wore around her wrist.Her hair seemed to be still wet as if she had her made her way just out of the shower.I wondered if that was really the case, or she had gelled her hair.Movement across 2 floors by a normal speed lift would take nothing more that 20 seconds, unless stopped in between.The 28 seconds of my stay with her in closed box accompanied by other co workers changed my reason for coming to office daily.Rather than the pending work, i try to be at my time to ensure the co movement across the floor with her.4 weeks, our relationship rather than growing has reduced the physical distance between us in the lift.She is still an unnamed wonder for me and am an unknown admirer of hers.I still look forward to meet her again at the lift tomorrow.

P.S.: its a complete work of fiction and imagination with no relation or reference to anyone concerned...:P

The new girl...!!

I started with this story a couple of months back but few things restrained me from continuing further..just wanted to post it anyways...


Being grief stricken for the past few days after realizing the fact that i have landed myself in the remotest area of the country where the sparse population of the datable girls(girls whom u can ask out for a date) was sparser,her entry in the class some 200 seconds after the bell brought a glint in my eyes.My hopes resurrected itself like a phoenix and the jaw was left ajar partially in disbelief and shock of seeing a girl in my class.
Most of the guys suffer from the "FindaGirl" syndrome, wherein the search engine in its live search 'mode' scans for any female existence in and around him.The syndrome made its obvious appearance in me right from the 1st yr days, there after which i scanned the reservation charts of the coach my ticket was reserved in to any single female soul sitting in the same bus as mine.My potential targets, F20 to F27.
The syndrome affect had also made me scan the attendance register of my section some 7-8 times to ensure if any chances of seeing a girl was there or not.Despite of straining of my ears to trace the every possible crests and troughs, the sound waves created during the roll call, at the end of the 4th day i declared it as futile effort and was 1st among the guys of the class to bring to notice the fact that how doomed our next 4 years would be.
However i was almost contradicted by this latest diva's presence.I was still duobtfull if the heaven right before my eyes would like be associated with the literal hell my section was.I was skeptical enough to ask people around if the new entrant was some support staff or a faculty.Soon my intelligent brain harped on the ideas that she could be silver spoon kid, a entrant from management quota.I threw a smirk at my friends while mentioning the thought the very next second.If she was the one roll number which weighed more in terms of money than us, then the chick was rich,out of reach and bitch too.I negated the thoughts and supported the imbibed feelings in brains neurons who were supporting the fact that there could be several reasons why she could have landed in this section.She took a seat 3 rows ahead of mine.I could not stop seeing her the next few minutes until the lecturer's shriek voice asked us to concentrate.But had even Saddam warned me of launching a biochemical weapon if i did not stop seeing her i would have relented.I darted my eyes to notice that all the guys whom i called as friends were engaged in the same activity and could notice the same glint on every face.Every eye was looking for opportunity to take a bite at the most heartening sight we have had since our inception in the Engineering college.

For a college guy who is testosterone charged and estrogen starved, a new girl opens a horizon of options.The thoughts or say the fantasies start with getting intimately close to the opposite sex, proceeds to dating the women, falling in love and in severe cases even manages to see her as her bride.Making your close friends jealous certainly don't come in these plans,but they surely become primary motives later on.Well,i moved leaps and bounds when day dreaming was concerned, and while my friends still continued with their dreams of dating on, i went ahead with marrying the female.Before i could go further i had an urge to find out which part of India the girl came in from.A month in the college, way deep in South India, a south Indian girl was still a strict no-no.Have no idea how that constraint came in, but the smell of the gajra(flowers with the weirdest of smell woven together) made me go nauseating.

The lifes and times of a human being..!!

There are several parameters based on which a homo sapien or a human being can be classified.But if leading lives are to be considered, an individual by and large can be classified into 3 categories.
i)Those who are phenomenal and intellectual people.Take weel calculated risks and attain success in whatever they do and excel in almost every sphere.
ii)These group of people are the talented lot.Can be influenced by the surroundings and though they do not see success at every inch,they aspire and slog for the same.
iii)These are the most common prototypes, compromising 95% of the humans, who do not take risks,pronounce themselves to be losers,follow the crowd,make plans but never ever execute them(the excuses may vary from hectic schedules to as silly as luck not favouring the brave...lol), crib at any happenings in life, use phrases like "life's bitch and screwing me","life sucks"..make compromises and last but the funniest are avid listeners of linkin park classics like "in the end" and "numb"..

The 3rd category being ruling the roost, seems to deserve a more detailed analysis.And i being the part of this bad wagon, would be more comfortable and sync with detailing about it. :)

This interesting or rather the hapless category are the brain child of the most of the middle class families of the Indian society.An individual right from childhood learns( from his elders and the bollywood to)how severities life poses ahead.The fact that the parents had to make sacrifices to ensure their off springs get the best of education is fed from every nook and corner of the society.They have families in their neighbours whose wards have unexpectedly become a part of 1st or 2nd category(read a product of IIT or IIM or settled in US).Have only aspirations in life, either commit to life sciences(or biology) or surrender to the PCM(physics,chemistry and mathematics) world.To cut it short, be a doctor or an engineer.To make matters worse, they fail to ring the bells of the tops instis for either of the careers.Then comes the scorelines of 2nd grade entrance tests, 3rd grade colleges and finally getting recruited by a 4th grade company.
Interestingly most of the people(read male species) fall in love with some chick in college, who;s rich, out of reach and perhaps bitch too.Every individual of the category are active members of social networking sites like Orkut in college and switch their loyalties to Facebook post college(the same facebook one founded dumb,complex and "bakwaas" in college)..Have an interesting tale about being harassed by boss in office.Have some real pretty chicks in same team or account, though never mutter enough courage to ask them out or talk to them.
Perhaps one of most generic creations of the God which completes the nature's balance.A category with lots of potentials and with a little effort can put in the realms of 1st or 2nd category.

Emotional Atyachar Vs MNS..lol

ROFL..seriously i was up to this upon reading a news item and could not avoid scribbling it down..certainly the best intentions are to savor the moment.And no offences MNS, but this blog article again goes for them,though on a contrary note than the one which i wrote couple of blogs back.
This starts with how i mentioned in previous blog about the newspaper providing some rib trickling comic news which more than making me smile make me analyse and think about.But God forbid,not this time.
I just finished with a Ben Afflick comic movie(yeah,it had its comic parts), when i went across a news item in Indiatimes which mentioned the the semi porno flick "Emotional Atyachar"(supposedly its a loyalty test which the genx lovers make their spouse undergo with high tech cameras and seducing babes around) which is being aired on UTV Bindaas channel, getting a phone call from MNS.
Well before i write anything about the news, here's something about the show.The show invites any one who's madly in love and at the same time suspicious about their counterpart, to make them undergo loyalty tests, and here's the crucial part, the other party is unaware of it.Now here's something which leaves me bothered.How am i supposed to control my nerves,taste buds and hunger when i find fresh grapes in my kitchen, no matter i have mangoes which is indeed very sweet.But grapes are sweeter.Eating grapes does not mean being disloyal to mangoes for sure.Am not very sure if the same goes for humans or not, but being disloyal is a part of human nature.Don't know much of history but the surroundings is full of people cheating others, but somehow cheating the opposite sex becomes an issue.Damn it, dogs are loyal.When did humans get this tag..!!! LOYAL...
Well back to the news piece.The MNS called up the EAT(emotional atyachar team) to show their anger on how a contestant or a girl(read bitch) made her boyfriend to undergo a loyalty test, mentioned the word "Bombay" instead of Mumbai in her interview for the show.The MNS got the UTV team air a disclaimer stating their respect for the legal name Mumbai and how they would adhere to the name from now on...again ROFL..lol..:D :D
My 1st reaction upon reading the headline was MNS probably found the content of the show deemed unfit for all age groups and wanted them to be careful, but the real content left me aghast and laugh all my way though the blog..God..!! am still smiling...Wanted to quote a line from the article.Really guys don't u wanna miss this..
“It seems like MNS has done emotional atyachar on Emotional Atyachar!’’ said environmentalist Debi Goenka, also a life member of BNHS, which was recently targeted by Sainiks(MNS parent wing).
Well nothing else to say.It was most comic news of the day.Perhaps courtesy these MNS guys, the regular news is getting better than the "Faking News" stuff.Time to give faking news some run for their money, all thanks to MNS.Thank u Raj and team and do keep doing such idiotic things which gives a chance for the readers to laugh our heats out.

The one night stand..!!

A quarter past an year and it finally happened.No, i haven't been longing for it but being in an IT industry for this period and in a cosmopolitan culture even i succumbed to the revered.It was more of a demand of the hour.I could not stop myself
from helping out of it.Perhaps 3 fags did the job and i broke the jinx.Finally, i had a one night(or night long) stand at my office in my 6X6 cubicle.
Despite of the fact that i studied in an engineering college, but having a night out was something out of my book."The night's for sleep",i still believe the phrase and strictly adhere to.However, the strange working culture makes me go a bit
flexible about it.Semester exams at college never appeared a reason good enough to sacrifice ur night sleep for it, no matter u r unprepared.Neither did the placement interviews did it.The college parties lasted not more than a couple of hours after midnight after which an individual was either too exhausted with the nuances done or too high on alcohol.Both of these meant, end of the consciousness and crashing onto the bed.The farthest i even went in college was 4 o' clock in night, the reason being finishing off a novel which i had to return back to its owner the very next day.What foll wed the next day was a mere disaster.I woke up the next morning with 104 degrees of fever and it almost screwed up my end sem exams.


The 1st time ever, when i tried being awake was not by choice but due to lack of options.I had a wait listed ticket in sleeper class of train.Being a bachelor, i was very sure of getting a birth to sleep, if i flashed a Rs 50 note to the TTE.Though a Rs 50 bribe for a ticket worth Rs 150 sounded expensive, but the night's sleep was something for which i could have parted off the amount.I still remember the days when a mere 20 bucks meant a seat assurance even in lnog distance journeys.Guess even the bribe rates were floating and changed with the growing inflation and pay hikes.However as soon as i boarded the train, i realized how different it was to travel in train in south compared to that of north india.Contrary to southern part where people only with valid sleeper tickets embarked the coaches,in upper north the TTE showed his due generosity by accommodating every inch of the coach to people asking for it, though he demands generosity at the part of people too.A jam packed train left me no other option than sitting on the floor, among the localites besides the coach exit.A sitting posture never allows me to doze leave sleeping.It was rejoicing moment for me the next morning, when i felt having conquered the night.

Exactly a month later, my sister's grand wedding left me awake across the night.A wedding in north india means lavish sets, girls and women flashing their most expensive of jewelleries, relatives and in-laws complaining about every other arrangement made, the men asking everyone if they had the dinner of not.And finally the bride's brother gets to become the scape goat.Right from drinking water for the groom's sister to catering needs of the other fellow baratis, he has to do all.And he also gets to be bullied by other in-laws and becomes the matter for others to crack joke about.Despite of all its more of fun when the entire family assembles for the gala event.The extravaganza left with no other choice than staying awake through it.


The night at the office was different experience all through.I misjudged my work for the day and took it casually.It was only after post lunch, my colleague helped me trace the difficulty level of the work,It meant a deep analysis, a formal approach and a fine execution.It all meant spending another 9-10 hours and office and i expected to leave not before 12 in night.Even that sounded good enough as i could still spend 8-9 hours at bed considering the fact that it was a friday night.However, as it happens, a series of events spanning in the next few hours left me with no other choice than spending the night in my cubicle.The last person to leave the ODC started out at 11.00 pm giving me "Dont u have a home" and "oh my God, working so late .." look simultaneously.Confused with which was the correct predicament of the look, i preferred concentrating on my screen instead.The security staff came some 30 minutes later and took my signatures to prove that i stayed back late in office.For me staying late in office was for loosers, who failed to do the work in the stipulated time.I seemed to be in that shoe at this very instance.Two fags and a couple of hours later, i seemed to be satisfied with the work and could have left.But the sheer excitement of spending the 1st night at office and seeing the dawn after a very long time made me work towards betterment in the work , a step up than satisfaction.I left office at 4 o' clock in the morning.It was still dark outside and my eagerness to see the dawn had almost exhausted out.More than the dawn, i wanted to see my bad and crash upon it.A journey from my workplace to my abode, was 1.5 km and 25 minutes of walking distance.Hyderabad is a safe place to live in, and i could feel that walking along the road in the wee hours.The traffic though less than normal was still there and the security personnel were pretty awake.It was my walk through the final stretch that sun broke across the barriers and emerged in its red avatar.It was amazing how the nature's fiercest forms came daily even in the hardest of time with the same potential ever.The cold breeze almost went across my soul and i felt fresh and divine, making the night despite of all hardships one of my pleasant nights spent ever.

60th yr of Repulic:Am i really proud of it...?

The recent memo passed by the MNS(Maharashtra Navnirmaan Sena) warning cabbies to learn the Marathi language in 40 days gave another reason to me to sigh on.The daily feed of news bites gives me several opportunities of ridiculing my country men and their weird activities.But this latest happening which has dominated the dailies since a week did made me analyse about it and i did make some effort to find what it could really mean.Rather than looking in the lines i tried to understand the psyche of the people who made these headlines.Understanding the psyche of a particular person is difficult but if its a group, there can be only few possibilities which lead to any incident they bestow upon.
With the incident, i am talking about the MNS which have been fighting(their version) or traumatising(other people's version) the denizens of Mumbai since the last 2 years.MNS launched a series of attacks on Biharis and UPites a couples of years back forcing the migrants to leave the state.There was a widespread loot,riots and attacks which were termed as freedom struggle by MNS.This was followed by MNS creating a furore over the billboards in Mumbai city to have texts in Marathi apart from English/Hindi.It also launched a series of attacks in several offices housing news channel which allegedly showed something against their leader or some obscene content.Off late the Mumbai administration joined the far reaching efforts made by MNS by issuing a notice to cabbies to be mandatory be a native of Maharashtra and should obviously know Marathi.Now here are a few things which i would like to draw my attention upon:
The wackiest thing which i read in this latest notice by the state govt., the administration never mentioned about the Driving Licence which should be the prime necessity for driving a 4 wheeler.People would laugh at me saying a DL was an obvious requirement.But hold on...In a country where getting a DL is matter of few hundered rupees, shouldn't the government check on the illicit issuing of licences and prevent rash driving and accidents rather than keeping a tab on an individuals statehood, caste and creed.

Another aspect where i had a laugh on MNS was that those morons thought the mere knowledge and oral recitation of a language would transform the outsiders into the natives.Seriously, i appreciated Raj Thakrey's and his men the sense of humor they possessed.Why not perpetuate the same thing to the terrorists or the enemies of the state.Transform their nationalities and thoughts by the "Learn Marathi in 40 days" campaign.In fact Kasab, the lone surving terrorist of the 26/11 attacks in his latest court trial spoke fluently in Marathi, could become an idol for MNS who could popularise his quick learning abilities and show how patriotic the guy was towards Mumbai. Maybe he should be felicitated by Raj himself with a General Secretory post of the party.Even am planning to learn some French and try for a French nationality :0

Reportedly the MNS made news yesterday by distributing Marathi alphabets books to the cabbies asking or rather warning them of learning the language in the next 40 days.Wow, another Nobel cause by the party.I never heard MNS making news for distributing books to the poor or the school kids.Leave books, i never heard of MNS distributing anything to the poor.Maybe a quality one needs to possess for being a true " Marathi manoos".

Before i conclude the possible reasons of MNS's enmity towards the immigrants:
a)Myth :They are really investing the state with their filthy habits,creating law and order issues.
Fact: The immigrants and the natives have been equally responsible for the menace.In fact the state government who failed to check these are more to be blamed and the main culprit is the people who sat back with remote control and TV sets in their homes craving the way to any party to power without actually finding what good they did or would they do in their next term.
b)Myth:The immigrants took aways the job of localities.
Fact: True that immigrants make the major proportion of the high profile jobs.But this liberty has been given by constitution.And looking a broader or say a better prospect, the job went to those who deserved it better.Maybe the Marathi manoos proved to be incompetent.
c)Myth:The immigrants brought down the state's economy.
Fact:Its a widespread fact that the state's economy has soared and increased manifold in the past years with major contribution from the immigrants.
d)Myth:The MNS is the only one concerned about the Marathis and are their mouth piece echoing their sentiments.
Fact:An average household is busy with its daily chores to even give a damn to these ill feelings.The wave is raised only during the elections to create a mild agony among the natives thereby using their votes.If MNS would really had be the concerned lot, it would have done something or made a statement when the Mumbai city was under siege by the terrorists for 2 days.Leave alone making a statement, i did not find any article suggesting MNS making gestures to help people affected by those attacks.


What upsets me most is the fact that how can a group 1000 odd people(MNS supporters) could raise such an alarm while the government after realising it may loose its votes opts for sitting back.Amidst of all these explicit display of violence, the party and its chief runs Scot free, issuing warning at every possible context.On this day of Jan 26th when we are celebrating the 60th yr of India's republic, these news items send me in a state of dilemma whether to be proud or be ashamed of the country's Constitution.The Constitution which is being violated openly without a budge from the Government and the citizens.Even the renowned speakers who speak about all the high funda topics(terrorism, India's bilateral relations with China or Pakistan) fail to make a correct view point on this topics.The reason, they are scared of their posh home being destroyed in the downtown Mumbai.When we vehemently condemn terrorism and anyone propagating the same, existence of people like Raj Thakrey and parties like MNS and Shiv sena leave be puzzled, more than being shameful.