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.
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Sunday, April 18, 2010
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
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
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
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.
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.
Saturday, March 27, 2010
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.
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.
Tuesday, March 16, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, March 15, 2010
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.
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.
Monday, January 25, 2010
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.
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.
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