Summer vacations were over and the school had reopened after 2 months of holidays. He woke up early that morning, got ready, took out his bicycle from the garage and left for school. On reaching there he parked his bicycle in the stand and started walking towards the main building. He was a little early to school and the doors to the main building were yet to open so he had to wait in the reception for some time. It was then that he saw her. She was in her sports uniform which was a yellow shirt and navy blue skirt. It was not like he had never seen a girl before. He had studied in a coeducational institute his entire life so he was always surrounded by girls, yet it was something different with that girl. It was the love at first sight; or so he thought. Was he matured enough to understand the meaning of love? After all he was just in 9th standard. I don’t know whether it was his love or infatuation for the girl, neither do I think will I ever get to know this in future. After 10 minutes when the doors to the main building opened, she walked inside and he just followed her. He wanted to know her class and so he followed her till 7-C. Yes, she was in 7th standard and he was in 9th. She kept her bag in the class and went to the basket ball field. He was least interested in sports and was unaware of the fact that students who are in school sports team come early to practice, thus the reason for her being in sports uniform.
He didn’t feel like doing anything the entire day at school. Although he was physically present in 9-B, his mind kept wondering in 7-C. He was thinking about her the entire day. He started recalling the awful subjects he has studied in 7th standard and the equally awful teachers who taught those subjects. He felt sorry for her that she has to go through all the torture of studying those subjects and tolerating those miserable and pathetic teachers. Finally at 1:45pm the school bell rang thus marking the end of the day at school. Still thinking about her he went to the stands along with his other friends who stay close to his house and also come to school by their bicycles, took his bicycle from the stand and left for home along with his friends. This was a routine that his friends and he used to follow – coming back to home from school together on their respective bicycles. They used to ride in a group and enjoy the ride back home. It was so much fun, but that day he didn’t enjoy the ride at all. He mind was riding with someone else, not his friends.
Next day he made sure his parents woke him up early so that he can reach school before time and can see her. The same happened and he again saw her at the reception. After some time the doors opened and they both went to their respective classes. He followed the same routine for one full week. After a week he decided to find out more about her. He decided to follow her to her house after school. He was worried because he was on bicycle and he was not sure about her mode of commutation. After the last period got over, he ran and stood near her class. After a while she came out and he followed her. She went to the basket ball court and again practised for half hour. He was impressed by her hard work and dedication towards sports. I am still not sure why her dedication in sports impressed her because he doesn’t give a damn to sports. Was he in love? Finally her practise got over and she headed to the stands. On watching her crossing the swings and heading for the stands his heart started pounding heavily and he started praying to God. His prayers were answered and the next moment he saw her unlocking her bicycle and taking it out of the stands. Now was the time for some real action. He also took out his bicycle and started following her. After half hour of stalking her, he was standing outside her house and was in a state of shock and bewilderment. It was hard for him to believe that her house was just 2 kms from his house. He couldn’t believe his luck.
Now this was his new routine. Daily after school he would wait for her till she finishes her practise and would then follow her to her house. As few more days passed, he calculated her approximate arrival time at school and then he started leaving his home for school accordingly so that he can catch her on the way to school. Since he stopped coming back home with his friends, they got suspicious and finally one day he had to tell them about her. As expected, everyone made so much fun of him and he was embarrassed to the core but nothing could stop him from following her after school. Yes, he was in love.
Now you must be thinking that he was a brave guy and was in love and so would have definitely spoken to her after a few days/weeks/months!! Ok years at least!! Well then sorry to disappoint you. He could never summon up enough courage to talk to her, such a coward he was.
Two years passed and now he was in 11th standard and she was in 9th. On scoring good marks in his 10th board examinations, he got a bike from his dad. He was happy to get a new bike but was also worried that how would he now follow her because it would be very difficult to follow someone on a bicycle when you are riding a bike. With mixed feelings he entered the stands and while he was parking his bike he saw a brand new scooty entering the stands and then he had a look at the person riding it. He could not have asked for more. It was his girl on the scooty. I don’t remember if he was that happy ever again in his life. All his problems were solved in a second and now he can easily go after her on his bike because now even she was on scooty. And exactly this is what that happened, he continued following her on his bike. On the way to home, he would increase the speed of his bike and would overtake her and then would slow down and allow her to overtake him and then would again overtake her. By this time the girl was sure that something was wrong with this guy and whenever she sees him, she used to turn her face. This was highly demotivating for him and to make the matters worse, his friends who were pretty sure about him-being-in-love started teasing him with that girl which obviously didn’t go down well with him. But no matter what, he didn’t stop loving her. He was made the school prefect in 12th standard and just for the sake of show-off he volunteered for the lunch duty in her class and used to go there every day during lunch time and act like a boss of the class. Still a coward he was, he didn’t speak to her even a single time during those 4 years of his school.
Finally his 12th boards got over and it was time for him to leave the school. It was the day of the last assembly, which would be his last day at school. A night before that he wrote a 4 pages long love letter. The very next morning he went to temple and prayed to God for strength so that he can talk to her and give her the letter. He had finally decided that no matter what, today he is going to talk to her. He wrote the letter in his best handwriting, folded it neatly and kept it in his blazer’s inner pocket. He was happy, excited and scared; all at the same time. On reaching school, his eyes kept searching his girl but he couldn’t find her. She was nowhere to be seen. Finally the last assembly got over and he bid farewell to all his friends, his eyes still looking for her. He badly wanted to see her and talk to her. He cursed himself for not talking to her all these years and waiting for the last day to tell her his feelings. His 4 years flashed before his eyes, all the moments he had dreamed about her and had followed her to her house. It was all waste as he couldn’t see her anywhere and is losing his only change to talk to her. The school was almost empty now and he also finally decided to leave. He tore the letter and threw it in a dustbin. He couldn’t forgive himself the entire life for not talking to her earlier and waiting for the last moment.
He still tried to meet her after school but couldn’t succeed as she had started commuting in a car with her dad. He even tried to meet her outside her house and wasted many evenings loafing around her house only to realize that she had shifted to some other area far from his house. Later he also got busy with his studies so he had to stop looking for her. Last he heard about her, she got married soon after her schooling got over and now she is a mother of a kid and is well settled in Delhi.
After some time he joined college. He was very happy to finally join some decent college and immediately made many good friends in college. She was one such friend. It all started in the 1st year with text messages and before he could understand anything, he was in love with her. She was a cute South Indian girl from his class. They were very good friends during the 1st year of college, but due to some misunderstandings, had a fallout in the 2nd year and had not spoken to each other since then. He still adores her and calls her cutie and still maintains a separate folder in his desktop with her pictures stolen from her orkut and facebook account. Last he heard about her, her family is soon getting her married.
After completing his college, he started working in a company. When his training got over, he was moved to a project. There he noticed a girl in his wing, quite close to his cubicle. She would always dress up in a yellow/orange top which would suit her a lot. One fine day she came to office in a black saree. It was then he realized that girls could look pretty in a saree too. His friends told him that she is in saree because it’s a festival and she has kept fast for her husband for his good health. He refused to believe that she is married. After some time he found out that she is married and has a 1 year old son. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to US with her husband and son.
Few months later he again noticed a girl in his office cafeteria. She was a contractor from some other company. This time he decided that no matter what, he had to talk to her, and yes he did finally spoke to her. He befriended her only to find out that she got engaged 2 months ago and is all set to get married the very next month. She personally invited him to her marriage which he obviously didn’t attend. Last he heard about her, she had shifted to Singapore with her husband and is working in some company there.
Again he noticed a girl in his office lobby. She was slim, fair, long black hairs, blue eyes. The moment he saw her he fell in love with her. He started dreaming about her and was dying to talk to her. (Well people don’t get him wrong. He was not the kind of guy who could fall in love with every other girl he laid his eyes upon. Since he was in 8th standard, this was just the 5th time that he was in love). So through some series of misfortunate events, he did get a chance to talk to her. They were now friends or rather I should say acquaintances. His feelings for her kept on increasing and when they were at the peak, he found out that she was already married for 2 years. Now this meant that all was over for him. Taking lessons from last time’s fiasco, his friends had taught him how to differentiate between married women and an unmarried girl but this girl showed no signs of that of married women and so he failed to recognize her and fell for her. Last he heard about her, she was working in some company in Bangalore and was living happily with her husband.
Few years later, he met another girl. She was a blogger like
him and had a flair for writing. He found her blog amazing and wanted to talk
to her. He sent her a friend request on facebook without any hope of getting
accepted. Lo and Behold, she accepted his friend request. But that was the end
of the story at that point. He used to check out her pictures and posts but
could never-even summon up the courage to talk to her. After years of waiting,
he somehow managed to talk to her. They both started talking to each other on
facebook, on watsapp, mails, phone calls, skype etc. He was totally into her
and thought that he has finally found the chosen one. But it all got over in a
month. Last he heard about her, she is happily married and is living with her
husband.
He was a coward but not weak or vulnerable. All these love losses didn’t break him. He didn’t become a Devdas and got on to smoking or drinking or drugs. He was and is still strong and is waiting for his next (mis)adventure with girl(s).
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Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, November 3, 2010
What a rip off #2
I had travelled a lot in train during my college days. My train journeys were generally long and boring. But there had been quite a few incidences that had transformed my ordinary train journey into an extraordinary one. One of such incidents can be read here. And now I would like to talk about the other one which is amongst the top of all the (mis)adventures I had ever been into during my college days.
The semester exams coming to an end and there was excitement everywhere; excitement that the exams would be over soon and we would go home. Finally the day came when the exams got over and I boarded a train to Delhi. Dalla and Baba were also with me. Customarily, the first thing we did was to check out if there were any hot girls in our compartment. Not finding any, with a sheer disappointment we mentally prepared ourselves for another long, boring and a dull 40 hours journey; little knowing that this time the lady luck is on our side. After 5 minutes, two girls came and sat on the opposite seat.
One of them was wearing a green top and other one was in a red hot top and they both were in tracks. They seemed to be in late 20’s and were wearing a lot of makeup and were looking hot. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now we know that these 40 hours in train would not be long and boring. We didn’t make the first move and started talking to them immediately. Instead, to draw their attention towards us, we started talking to each other about stuffs like how cool our college is, how rocking our hostel life is and how good the city is and other random stuffs just as a show-off.
Our intention was pure and simple – draw their attention towards us. Although we were desperate to talk to them, we didn’t want to look like one so we waited for them to make the first move.
To our despair they didn’t initiate talking that whole day. Next day they wanted to get their cell phones charged so they spoke to us for the first time. One of them asked us if we can go to the ac compartment and get their phones charged. Now although I was desperate to talk to them, I was not ready to take the pain of going all the way to the ac compartment and wait there till their phones get charged. Dalla saw this as a huge opportunity to befriend them and went to the ac compartment and got their phones charged. Thanks to him, at least they started communicating with us. They asked us all about our college, hostel, home, exams, girlfriends and what not. In the mean time they demanded cool drinks from the pantry. This time it was baba’s turn to go and I was saved again but not for long. At the next station they demanded some magazine from the book stall on the railway platform and I had to go and get it for them. The made us work the entire day and none of us could say a simple ‘no’ to them.
At night I decided to go to bed a little early because I had to get down at 4 in morning. Dalla and baba were in train till noon so they decided to stay awake for some more time. As I was about to sleep, one of them said to me –
chick in the red hot top – your hostel and college sounds really exciting.
me – yup, it is an amazing place.
chick in the red hot top – are all engineering colleges exciting or it’s just yours?
me – I bet college and hostel life is rocking where ever you go and engineering is so cool. (Obviously I eliminated the part that engineering sucks during exams)
chick in the red hot top - is that so?? that’s why my son says that he wants to be an engineer.
chick in green top to the chick in the red hot top – yeah and my son wants to be in your son’s college just like he is now with your son in the same class. They are inseparable friends.
me – (with a little surprise and disappointment) oh so you both have a son.
chick in green top – yes I have only one son and she has one son and one daughter.
me – oh ok. so your son is in which standard? 1st ?
chick in green top – what!! our son’s are in 12th standard.
me – (wdf !! wdf!! ) WHAT !! you both have sons who are in 12th standard ? (wdf !! wdf!! )
chick in the red hot top – yeah we do. Why are you so surprised? Why can’t our sons be in 12th standard?
me – no, yes; I mean yeah of course your son can be in 12th standard, why can’t he be in 12th standard. He can definitely be in 12th standard. Once I was also in 12th standard. (I had no clue of what I was speaking) Ok I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I should better sleep now.
With this I ended the conversation with them. I was shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I looked at dalla and baba. Apparently they were listening to our conversation and were in the same state of shock and speechlessness as I was in and they also decided to sleep immediately.
I didn’t get sleep for a long time. All sorts of bad and weird thoughts were coming to my mind. Come to think of it; we were trying to flirt with two women who were having sons in 12th standard!! The first thing I decided to do on reaching home was to get my eyes tested. Something must be seriously wrong with my eyes as it couldn’t differentiate between a girl in her late 20’s and a woman who has a son in 12th standard. I just prayed that our actions had not made them suspicious that we were trying to flirt with them the entire day.
I started consoling myself by telling my mind that it’s not entirely my fault that I did such a thing. Their dress and makeup were equally guilty. I started wondering what all this fuss about makeup is. Makeup – its dictionary meaning is “Cosmetics applied to the face to improve or change your appearance”. But believe me, it’s much more then this. Makeup is something that completely transforms a girl into something we can never-ever imagine. It is some kind of layer that is coated on our eyes that makes us lose our power to see the real face behind that makeup and hence we are forced to live in some delusion. Makeup is one of the most powerful weapons ever invented on earth.
I don’t know for how long I was thinking stuffs like this. Finally I got sleep and woke up in morning. Those two ladies were still sleeping, I woke up dalla and baba and we all decided not to discuss about this accident and just forget everything considering it as one of the worst nightmares we’d ever had.
The semester exams coming to an end and there was excitement everywhere; excitement that the exams would be over soon and we would go home. Finally the day came when the exams got over and I boarded a train to Delhi. Dalla and Baba were also with me. Customarily, the first thing we did was to check out if there were any hot girls in our compartment. Not finding any, with a sheer disappointment we mentally prepared ourselves for another long, boring and a dull 40 hours journey; little knowing that this time the lady luck is on our side. After 5 minutes, two girls came and sat on the opposite seat.
One of them was wearing a green top and other one was in a red hot top and they both were in tracks. They seemed to be in late 20’s and were wearing a lot of makeup and were looking hot. We couldn’t believe our luck. Now we know that these 40 hours in train would not be long and boring. We didn’t make the first move and started talking to them immediately. Instead, to draw their attention towards us, we started talking to each other about stuffs like how cool our college is, how rocking our hostel life is and how good the city is and other random stuffs just as a show-off.
Our intention was pure and simple – draw their attention towards us. Although we were desperate to talk to them, we didn’t want to look like one so we waited for them to make the first move.
To our despair they didn’t initiate talking that whole day. Next day they wanted to get their cell phones charged so they spoke to us for the first time. One of them asked us if we can go to the ac compartment and get their phones charged. Now although I was desperate to talk to them, I was not ready to take the pain of going all the way to the ac compartment and wait there till their phones get charged. Dalla saw this as a huge opportunity to befriend them and went to the ac compartment and got their phones charged. Thanks to him, at least they started communicating with us. They asked us all about our college, hostel, home, exams, girlfriends and what not. In the mean time they demanded cool drinks from the pantry. This time it was baba’s turn to go and I was saved again but not for long. At the next station they demanded some magazine from the book stall on the railway platform and I had to go and get it for them. The made us work the entire day and none of us could say a simple ‘no’ to them.
At night I decided to go to bed a little early because I had to get down at 4 in morning. Dalla and baba were in train till noon so they decided to stay awake for some more time. As I was about to sleep, one of them said to me –
chick in the red hot top – your hostel and college sounds really exciting.
me – yup, it is an amazing place.
chick in the red hot top – are all engineering colleges exciting or it’s just yours?
me – I bet college and hostel life is rocking where ever you go and engineering is so cool. (Obviously I eliminated the part that engineering sucks during exams)
chick in the red hot top - is that so?? that’s why my son says that he wants to be an engineer.
chick in green top to the chick in the red hot top – yeah and my son wants to be in your son’s college just like he is now with your son in the same class. They are inseparable friends.
me – (with a little surprise and disappointment) oh so you both have a son.
chick in green top – yes I have only one son and she has one son and one daughter.
me – oh ok. so your son is in which standard? 1st ?
chick in green top – what!! our son’s are in 12th standard.
me – (wdf !! wdf!! ) WHAT !! you both have sons who are in 12th standard ? (wdf !! wdf!! )
chick in the red hot top – yeah we do. Why are you so surprised? Why can’t our sons be in 12th standard?
me – no, yes; I mean yeah of course your son can be in 12th standard, why can’t he be in 12th standard. He can definitely be in 12th standard. Once I was also in 12th standard. (I had no clue of what I was speaking) Ok I have to get up early tomorrow morning so I should better sleep now.
With this I ended the conversation with them. I was shocked and I didn’t know how to react. I looked at dalla and baba. Apparently they were listening to our conversation and were in the same state of shock and speechlessness as I was in and they also decided to sleep immediately.
I didn’t get sleep for a long time. All sorts of bad and weird thoughts were coming to my mind. Come to think of it; we were trying to flirt with two women who were having sons in 12th standard!! The first thing I decided to do on reaching home was to get my eyes tested. Something must be seriously wrong with my eyes as it couldn’t differentiate between a girl in her late 20’s and a woman who has a son in 12th standard. I just prayed that our actions had not made them suspicious that we were trying to flirt with them the entire day.
I started consoling myself by telling my mind that it’s not entirely my fault that I did such a thing. Their dress and makeup were equally guilty. I started wondering what all this fuss about makeup is. Makeup – its dictionary meaning is “Cosmetics applied to the face to improve or change your appearance”. But believe me, it’s much more then this. Makeup is something that completely transforms a girl into something we can never-ever imagine. It is some kind of layer that is coated on our eyes that makes us lose our power to see the real face behind that makeup and hence we are forced to live in some delusion. Makeup is one of the most powerful weapons ever invented on earth.
I don’t know for how long I was thinking stuffs like this. Finally I got sleep and woke up in morning. Those two ladies were still sleeping, I woke up dalla and baba and we all decided not to discuss about this accident and just forget everything considering it as one of the worst nightmares we’d ever had.
Friday, September 24, 2010
Who the hell wants to have a kid like him??
These days my neighbour’s kids are giving me sleepless nights. One of the kids is 1 or 2 years old and is a big pain in the ass. He is always crying for something or the other. We share a common boundary and gallery so I can clearly hear him wailing all night. The other one is around 5 and is no less than his younger brother. He crossed all the limits yesterday. I was watching a movie in my room when the door bell rang. I got up and opened the door but couldn't see anyone around so came back to my room and continued with the movie. Luckily I was facing the window and after 5 minutes I saw that kid running towards my door, pressing the door bell and running back. I then knew he is playing some cheap prank on me. He came for the third time but as I saw him approaching towards my door, I ran outside, opened the door and jumped on him. The kid was taken aback and started crying. I then scolded him and told him not to do that again. I came back to my room and started thinking how mischievous little kids are. Then I remembered about this particular kid.
This kid was in lower kindergarten but smart enough to dodge his teachers and parents by lying on certain things to cover up his fault. He started day dreaming in kindergarten itself, used to think about flying kites on the terrace of his house and even sometimes taught his classmates how to fly a kite not caring about the teachers scolding. He used to kill big ants just to see the colour of their blood. He didn't stop stealing pencil boxes from his friends bags until he got humiliated in the class in front of his friends. He used to mix brufen (an antibiotic pink in colour) with gems and give it to his friends and laugh hysterically after seeing the priceless expression on his friends face when they chew that antibiotic.
He was always sleeping in class, whether it was the first day of his school the last. He was very violent when he was in 2nd or 3rd standard and used to beat up his classmates without any reason. He forcibly used to eat his friends lunchbox but had to stop when one of his friend’s mom came down to school to complain about him. He was quite innocent when he was in 2nd standard; didn’t know the true meaning of the song ‘choli ke picche kya hai’ and used to sing out loudly in class and school campus. He always knew how to make the best use of scissors by cutting his bench partner’s bag and on being caught by teachers justifying his action innocently by saying that it is fun to cut a friend’s bag rather than cutting his own bag. He used to take fights with his classmates and one day he went to the extent of cutting his own hands with a blade just to prove that his friend started the fight.
Many a times he threw his bicycle from first floor when his parents refused to take him on a ride. He once tried to imitate his dad by switching on the ignition of his car and putting it on gear little knowing anything about the clutch, break or gear. His favourite event at any school picnic takes place in the bus, on the way to the picnic spot when he manages to convince his friends to indulge with him in his little prank of popping their heads out of the bus window, making expressions as if they were scared or frightened and then shout ‘help-help’ to the local public.
He didn't stop even when due to some problem in legs he had to walk with the help of sticks. He started beating his classmates with the very same stick he used for walking. He also enjoyed dirtying his classroom walls with his stick pad. On finding his classroom empty, during school hours he went to the extent of peeing behind the doors of his classroom. Writing stuffs at the back of others shirt in school was pretty normal. He learned how to bunk assembly and hide in biology lab and then hide his teacher’s compass box and lunch box. After growing up a little more, along with his friends he started stalking girls followed by the regular ogling and catcallings. On learning how to ride a bike, doing stunts on the road became his favourite time pass and chasing the girl on who he had a severe crush became his hobby. He puts all his strength and energy in finding out the printing press where the exam papers of his school were printed and on failing to do so bribing his math and physics teacher to pass in class.
Yeah obviously there were quite a few casualties during these operations. Many a times in front of the whole class he got severe beatings from his teachers, punishment outside principal’s office once almost every month, scolding from his parents; but this kid was, is and will always be unstoppable.
This kid was in lower kindergarten but smart enough to dodge his teachers and parents by lying on certain things to cover up his fault. He started day dreaming in kindergarten itself, used to think about flying kites on the terrace of his house and even sometimes taught his classmates how to fly a kite not caring about the teachers scolding. He used to kill big ants just to see the colour of their blood. He didn't stop stealing pencil boxes from his friends bags until he got humiliated in the class in front of his friends. He used to mix brufen (an antibiotic pink in colour) with gems and give it to his friends and laugh hysterically after seeing the priceless expression on his friends face when they chew that antibiotic.
He was always sleeping in class, whether it was the first day of his school the last. He was very violent when he was in 2nd or 3rd standard and used to beat up his classmates without any reason. He forcibly used to eat his friends lunchbox but had to stop when one of his friend’s mom came down to school to complain about him. He was quite innocent when he was in 2nd standard; didn’t know the true meaning of the song ‘choli ke picche kya hai’ and used to sing out loudly in class and school campus. He always knew how to make the best use of scissors by cutting his bench partner’s bag and on being caught by teachers justifying his action innocently by saying that it is fun to cut a friend’s bag rather than cutting his own bag. He used to take fights with his classmates and one day he went to the extent of cutting his own hands with a blade just to prove that his friend started the fight.
Many a times he threw his bicycle from first floor when his parents refused to take him on a ride. He once tried to imitate his dad by switching on the ignition of his car and putting it on gear little knowing anything about the clutch, break or gear. His favourite event at any school picnic takes place in the bus, on the way to the picnic spot when he manages to convince his friends to indulge with him in his little prank of popping their heads out of the bus window, making expressions as if they were scared or frightened and then shout ‘help-help’ to the local public.
He didn't stop even when due to some problem in legs he had to walk with the help of sticks. He started beating his classmates with the very same stick he used for walking. He also enjoyed dirtying his classroom walls with his stick pad. On finding his classroom empty, during school hours he went to the extent of peeing behind the doors of his classroom. Writing stuffs at the back of others shirt in school was pretty normal. He learned how to bunk assembly and hide in biology lab and then hide his teacher’s compass box and lunch box. After growing up a little more, along with his friends he started stalking girls followed by the regular ogling and catcallings. On learning how to ride a bike, doing stunts on the road became his favourite time pass and chasing the girl on who he had a severe crush became his hobby. He puts all his strength and energy in finding out the printing press where the exam papers of his school were printed and on failing to do so bribing his math and physics teacher to pass in class.
Yeah obviously there were quite a few casualties during these operations. Many a times in front of the whole class he got severe beatings from his teachers, punishment outside principal’s office once almost every month, scolding from his parents; but this kid was, is and will always be unstoppable.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Laddu can't code saala....
Programming today is a race between software engineers striving to build bigger and better idiot-proof programs,
and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.........
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This month end I will be completing one year in office. It has been a nice experience working in this company, had lots of fun and above that made many good friends.
With the experience that I have gained in this 1 year I can say that this s/w engg. is one of the easiest profession; you just need to master the use of Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V; but its not for me.
The other day I was sitting in office, breaking my head into some dumb code, listening to some song when I came up with my own. It goes on something like this.
hai muscular,
hai popular.
spectacular, he's a bachelor
laddu ki gaadi tez hai, laddu kudiyon mein craze hai,
laddu ki aankhen dark black, laddu dikhta gol-matol hai,
fastrack ki ghadi haaton mein hai, perfume lomani waala,
but laddu can’t code saala........
papa kehte hai bada naam karega, mera laddu aisa kaam karega....
laddu ke paas hai BE, karta hai hills pe holiday,
hey hey ye hey,
laddu tabla bajata hai,
jaha jaata hai cha jaata hai
par laddu can’t code saala.......
laddu code nahi kar sakta.......
and the Universe trying to produce bigger and better idiots. So far, the Universe is winning.........
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This month end I will be completing one year in office. It has been a nice experience working in this company, had lots of fun and above that made many good friends.
With the experience that I have gained in this 1 year I can say that this s/w engg. is one of the easiest profession; you just need to master the use of Ctrl+C and Ctrl+V; but its not for me.
The other day I was sitting in office, breaking my head into some dumb code, listening to some song when I came up with my own. It goes on something like this.
hai muscular,
hai popular.
spectacular, he's a bachelor
laddu ki gaadi tez hai, laddu kudiyon mein craze hai,
laddu ki aankhen dark black, laddu dikhta gol-matol hai,
fastrack ki ghadi haaton mein hai, perfume lomani waala,
but laddu can’t code saala........
papa kehte hai bada naam karega, mera laddu aisa kaam karega....
laddu ke paas hai BE, karta hai hills pe holiday,
hey hey ye hey,
laddu tabla bajata hai,
jaha jaata hai cha jaata hai
par laddu can’t code saala.......
laddu code nahi kar sakta.......
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
A trip that was....
The rock was huge and was steep. Dory, Infinitics and Arv had somehow climbed that rock. (I still wonder how they had managed to do that) JJ, AJ and I were stuck behind. It was difficult for us to climb from the middle, the way the other 3 did so we were climbing from the edge taking support of the bushes and trying to find some foothold and handhold. The edge was covered with the slippery mud and the bushes were thorny. Behind me were JJ and AJ. Suddenly I reached a point where there was nothing to hold, no foothold and handhold, no support at all, just the slippery mud and it was then I lost balance and began to fall from that rock.
Last 2 months have been very tiring for me. Almost everyday I had been spending 12 hours in office and even wasting my weekends in office. I was tired and I badly needed a break. So finally we (Infinitics, Dory, AJ, JJ, Arv and I) planned a short trip to Skandagiri. We all assembled at Infinitics place and finally started at around 2.30AM. None of us knew the way and we got lost. We used all the resources possible like stopping truck drivers, waking up people asleep and asking for directions, calling one of our friends at 4 in morning, using GPS and Google. The wind was blowing so fast that our bikes wobbled. I had never experienced such thing in my life- a bike wobbling because of fast blowing wind. Finally we reached Skandagiri. A guide stopped us and said that its 8kms trek and demanded 250 bucks to show us the directions. We said 100, the deal couldn’t be settled and we went ahead on our own. Actually none of us liked the idea of guide, we had never taken any guides help in any of our trips and didn't want in this one also.
We parked our bikes and started climbing up the hill. We thought we had chosen the correct path but we were wrong. We had to walk around the hill, go to the other side to get on the track. (We figured this out later) It was still dark and the visibility was poor. Initially it was very easy to climb, but later it became very difficult for us to climb. We had to cross through bushes and thorns, and still we were not sure if we were on the correct track. We started having a feeling that we had taken the wrong track but still we decided to go on with that. We just kept on climbing up, crossing the thorns and the bushes, finding the footholds and handholds on the rocks. Then we reached to this spot. It was that huge rock where I lost control and began to fall. My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.
I was aware that JJ and AJ were behind me. While sliding down, I tried reducing my speed a bit by my right foot and hand. I twisted my ankle while doing so. Suddenly I felt a jerk and realized that I had stopped sliding down. I saw JJ holding my hand which had prevented me from falling down. I looked at JJ and then at AJ who was standing below and the first thing I said to AJ was “I don’t think I would have died if I would have fallen down” to which he replied “No you wouldn’t and also I was standing here.”
Well after that it became impossible for us to go ahead that way because there was no support. We tried searching for some other way up. Infinitics came down to help us. At the extreme end we saw a bunch of thorns and bushes covering the entire area, it was dark. We had no other option so we had to go through that thorny bushes.
There were two other incidences where the climbing was almost vertical and going back was not an option since it was not at all possible to climb down the way we had climbed up and our only hope to go down was to go up and find some proper way down. So we had to climb up. Infinitics, Dory and Arv had to pull us (JJ, AJ and I) up; somehow we managed to climb up. We kept on climbing up with the hope to find some proper and safe way down the hill.
After climbing a little more we found that there were less thorny bushes and steep rocks and thus the climbing became a little simpler. I was feeling very brave that none other than us would have ever dared to cross this way. We started making fun of guides and thought of giving them double the amount they demanded and asking them to show us the way we came from. After climbing a little more I faintly heard girls giggling, climbing a little more I could hear them screaming and shouting. A sudden disappointment ran into my nerves; I thought we were not the only brave hearts to cross this; there were others also (girls!!!!) who had crossed this. But it lasted only for a while when we reached the spot and saw a proper way which can lead us back. We had finally figured out a proper way to go down. All the pain vanished in a second and we got fresh energy and we climbed the rest of the hill on that path only.
Reached the peak; it’s difficult to write in words the feeling you get when you are actually standing in between clouds and the wind is blowing so hard that you are scared to stand without any support, fearing that the wind might blow you away. Finally staying there for an hour or so we decided to return. We stopped in a CCD on the way back home, reached home around 3pm and went to sleep only to get up the next day around 6 morning.
It was one hell of a trip, the best one I could recall so far. After this trip and from the experiences I have gained from the previous ones, I reached a conclusion that if there is a hill that is open for tourists, there has to a proper way to climb up.
So now let’s look at our status:
Shivgange: Conquered
Nandi Hills: Conquered
Skandagiri: Conquered
Next on our check list is DD hills.
Enclosed below are some some pics of Nandi Hills and Skandagiri.
the view from nandi hills.
there was an airtel tower. Infinitics, Dory and Arv climbed that tower and AJ, Abhinav and I satyed behind. This pic was taken by Arv from the top of that tower.
the roads are so smooth. driving here in itself is a wonderful experience.
that's me driving with Arv as pillion. i hate him for not letting me ride on the way down the hill.
our sweethearts.
the view from skandagiri.
on our way back.
we came down from there.
the averege size of the thorns that which we had to pass through in order to conquer this hill.
Aj's photographic skill + his 8MP cellphone = an awesome pic.
while coming back Aj's cell fell on road. this pic was taken to test if the camera of his cell was still in working condition.
Last 2 months have been very tiring for me. Almost everyday I had been spending 12 hours in office and even wasting my weekends in office. I was tired and I badly needed a break. So finally we (Infinitics, Dory, AJ, JJ, Arv and I) planned a short trip to Skandagiri. We all assembled at Infinitics place and finally started at around 2.30AM. None of us knew the way and we got lost. We used all the resources possible like stopping truck drivers, waking up people asleep and asking for directions, calling one of our friends at 4 in morning, using GPS and Google. The wind was blowing so fast that our bikes wobbled. I had never experienced such thing in my life- a bike wobbling because of fast blowing wind. Finally we reached Skandagiri. A guide stopped us and said that its 8kms trek and demanded 250 bucks to show us the directions. We said 100, the deal couldn’t be settled and we went ahead on our own. Actually none of us liked the idea of guide, we had never taken any guides help in any of our trips and didn't want in this one also.
We parked our bikes and started climbing up the hill. We thought we had chosen the correct path but we were wrong. We had to walk around the hill, go to the other side to get on the track. (We figured this out later) It was still dark and the visibility was poor. Initially it was very easy to climb, but later it became very difficult for us to climb. We had to cross through bushes and thorns, and still we were not sure if we were on the correct track. We started having a feeling that we had taken the wrong track but still we decided to go on with that. We just kept on climbing up, crossing the thorns and the bushes, finding the footholds and handholds on the rocks. Then we reached to this spot. It was that huge rock where I lost control and began to fall. My whole life flashed in front of my eyes.
I was aware that JJ and AJ were behind me. While sliding down, I tried reducing my speed a bit by my right foot and hand. I twisted my ankle while doing so. Suddenly I felt a jerk and realized that I had stopped sliding down. I saw JJ holding my hand which had prevented me from falling down. I looked at JJ and then at AJ who was standing below and the first thing I said to AJ was “I don’t think I would have died if I would have fallen down” to which he replied “No you wouldn’t and also I was standing here.”
Well after that it became impossible for us to go ahead that way because there was no support. We tried searching for some other way up. Infinitics came down to help us. At the extreme end we saw a bunch of thorns and bushes covering the entire area, it was dark. We had no other option so we had to go through that thorny bushes.
There were two other incidences where the climbing was almost vertical and going back was not an option since it was not at all possible to climb down the way we had climbed up and our only hope to go down was to go up and find some proper way down. So we had to climb up. Infinitics, Dory and Arv had to pull us (JJ, AJ and I) up; somehow we managed to climb up. We kept on climbing up with the hope to find some proper and safe way down the hill.
After climbing a little more we found that there were less thorny bushes and steep rocks and thus the climbing became a little simpler. I was feeling very brave that none other than us would have ever dared to cross this way. We started making fun of guides and thought of giving them double the amount they demanded and asking them to show us the way we came from. After climbing a little more I faintly heard girls giggling, climbing a little more I could hear them screaming and shouting. A sudden disappointment ran into my nerves; I thought we were not the only brave hearts to cross this; there were others also (girls!!!!) who had crossed this. But it lasted only for a while when we reached the spot and saw a proper way which can lead us back. We had finally figured out a proper way to go down. All the pain vanished in a second and we got fresh energy and we climbed the rest of the hill on that path only.
Reached the peak; it’s difficult to write in words the feeling you get when you are actually standing in between clouds and the wind is blowing so hard that you are scared to stand without any support, fearing that the wind might blow you away. Finally staying there for an hour or so we decided to return. We stopped in a CCD on the way back home, reached home around 3pm and went to sleep only to get up the next day around 6 morning.
It was one hell of a trip, the best one I could recall so far. After this trip and from the experiences I have gained from the previous ones, I reached a conclusion that if there is a hill that is open for tourists, there has to a proper way to climb up.
So now let’s look at our status:
Shivgange: Conquered
Nandi Hills: Conquered
Skandagiri: Conquered
Next on our check list is DD hills.
Enclosed below are some some pics of Nandi Hills and Skandagiri.
the view from nandi hills.
there was an airtel tower. Infinitics, Dory and Arv climbed that tower and AJ, Abhinav and I satyed behind. This pic was taken by Arv from the top of that tower.
the roads are so smooth. driving here in itself is a wonderful experience.
that's me driving with Arv as pillion. i hate him for not letting me ride on the way down the hill.
our sweethearts.
the view from skandagiri.
on our way back.
we came down from there.
the averege size of the thorns that which we had to pass through in order to conquer this hill.
Aj's photographic skill + his 8MP cellphone = an awesome pic.
while coming back Aj's cell fell on road. this pic was taken to test if the camera of his cell was still in working condition.
Friday, May 22, 2009
Forwarded E-Mails..........
One of my friends asked me about my biggest stress buster in office. I told him its reading blogs and then I asked him his. To my surprise he said its forwarded e-mails. I gave him a dirty look and called him a nut-case. He went on to justify his statement.
He said that how many times in a day it happens that you have been working continuously for hours and you need a break but can’t afford to go out because of work. You are frustrated and then all of a sudden you see a pop up of a new mail on your screen and you open your outlook and read that mail which proves out to be a forwarded e-mail. It puts a momentarily smile on your face and helps you in getting overcome your frustration.
Well I have never thought about those forwards the way he did. I mean sometimes the forwards are fine but I can’t call them stress busters. Well whatever the case may be, he made me think about the forwarded e-mails. Chances are high that you have already seen that forward earlier. I also do send forwards and once I got the same mail that I had forwarded to someone else. In these mails you can see the deadliest of the pj’s, the pics of yummy cakes, pics of the pretty girls (yup I agree that this is a stress buster ;) ), mails asking you to forward it to 10 people to get good luck, mails saying you have won a laptop and many more. You can see all the stupidest of things possible in such mails. I have realized that sometimes it’s frustrating but sometimes its fun also. Many a times instead of laughing at the content of such mails we laugh at the sender thinking that how can one send such mails. I wonder how many of my friends who had become the victim of my forwards would have laughed at me!!!!
Anyways whatever the case may be, I don’t mind getting forwards and sending them back to others. One such forward I got recently. It’s about someone who has been getting forwards since ages and is now frustrated with them. It goes on like this….
Hilarious Mail from a frustrated victim of chain mails
I wanted to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008 and continuing it in 2009 also.
Because of your kindness:
* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains.
* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.
* I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer...
* I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.
* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill with calls to Uganda, Pakistan, Singapore and Tokyo.
* I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat faeces and urine.
* When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times.. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...)
* Still open to help somebody from Bulgaria who wants to use my account to transfer his uncle's property of $ 100 million. So much trustworthy.
* Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Ganesh , Tirupathi Balaji pics etc.
Now most of those 'Wishes' are already married (to someone else)
IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you do not send this e-mail to at least 11,246 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will **** on your head today at 6:30pm.
Nothing has happened till now......................but who knows. So please forward.
He said that how many times in a day it happens that you have been working continuously for hours and you need a break but can’t afford to go out because of work. You are frustrated and then all of a sudden you see a pop up of a new mail on your screen and you open your outlook and read that mail which proves out to be a forwarded e-mail. It puts a momentarily smile on your face and helps you in getting overcome your frustration.
Well I have never thought about those forwards the way he did. I mean sometimes the forwards are fine but I can’t call them stress busters. Well whatever the case may be, he made me think about the forwarded e-mails. Chances are high that you have already seen that forward earlier. I also do send forwards and once I got the same mail that I had forwarded to someone else. In these mails you can see the deadliest of the pj’s, the pics of yummy cakes, pics of the pretty girls (yup I agree that this is a stress buster ;) ), mails asking you to forward it to 10 people to get good luck, mails saying you have won a laptop and many more. You can see all the stupidest of things possible in such mails. I have realized that sometimes it’s frustrating but sometimes its fun also. Many a times instead of laughing at the content of such mails we laugh at the sender thinking that how can one send such mails. I wonder how many of my friends who had become the victim of my forwards would have laughed at me!!!!
Anyways whatever the case may be, I don’t mind getting forwards and sending them back to others. One such forward I got recently. It’s about someone who has been getting forwards since ages and is now frustrated with them. It goes on like this….
Hilarious Mail from a frustrated victim of chain mails
I wanted to thank all my friends and family who have forwarded chain letters to me in 2003, 2004, 2005, 2006, 2007 and 2008 and continuing it in 2009 also.
Because of your kindness:
* I stopped drinking Coca Cola after I found out that it's good for removing toilet stains.
* I stopped going to the movies for fear of sitting on a needle infected with AIDS.
* I smell like a wet dog since I stopped using deodorants because they cause cancer...
* I don't leave my car in the parking lot or any other place and sometimes I even have to walk about 7 blocks for fear that someone will drug me with a perfume sample and try to rob me.
* I also stopped answering the phone for fear that they may ask me to dial a stupid number and then I get a phone bill with calls to Uganda, Pakistan, Singapore and Tokyo.
* I also stopped drinking anything out of a can for fear that I will get sick from the rat faeces and urine.
* When I go to parties, I don't look at any girl, no matter how hot she is, for fear that she will take me to a hotel, drug me, then take my kidneys and leave me taking a nap in a bathtub full of ice.
* I also donated all my savings to the Amy Bruce account. A sick girl that was about to die in the hospital about 7,000 times.. (Poor girl! she's been 7 since 1993...)
* Still open to help somebody from Bulgaria who wants to use my account to transfer his uncle's property of $ 100 million. So much trustworthy.
* Made some Hundred wishes before forwarding those Ganesh , Tirupathi Balaji pics etc.
Now most of those 'Wishes' are already married (to someone else)
IMPORTANT NOTE:
If you do not send this e-mail to at least 11,246 people in the next 10 seconds, a bird will **** on your head today at 6:30pm.
Nothing has happened till now......................but who knows. So please forward.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Love Marriage!!!!
Going back home after months is always great. I cannot describe the feeling in words. I enjoyed a lot, ate a lot more :) . But this time my trip home proved to be a bit different, something that I could have never imagined. One of my cousins was getting married; it’s a love marriage (the first one in my family). The guy is from some other caste, and so, as expected, initially everyone was against the marriage (yes, people are still narrow minded and bother about castes). But my cousin was firm at her decision and everyone had to agree. I last met K (my cousin) when she was in Bangalore. She said “I have now opened the doors for the younger ones in the family like you. Life will be easy for you all now (wink-wink). “
I said “thanks but I don’t need this” and wished her for her new life.
So it was the first day at home and I was having dinner with my parents:
Dad: So how is work going?
Me: It’s going good.
Mom: How are the people in your office?
Me: They are quite cool. Have made a few very good friends in office. I am lucky to find such friends.
Dad: What is the effect of recession in your company?
Me: Not much in India, though people are losing jobs in US office.
Mom: So did you hear about K?
Me: She is getting married naa?
Mom: Love marriage.
Me: Oh yes, I know that. I met her in Bangalore.
Mom: And the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yes I know. So?
Mom: No, nothing.
(After a long pause)
Dad: So what are your plans?
Me: I haven’t thought about it yet. I have just joined office. I will think about higher studies later.
Mom: Dad is asking about something else.
Me: (gave a confused look).
Mom: So what do you think about marriage.
Me: It’s good that K is getting married. Even if the guy is from other caste, it should not bother anyone now. We should act like mature people.
Dad: Mom is talking about your marriage.
Me: WHAT?? (wdf!!)
Mom: Yes, we were thinking ……..
Me: (interrupting her) I don’t want to get married for another 4-5 years.
Dad: Of course, we are not asking you to marry now.
Me: So what were you both thinking?
Mom: We were just wondering if you have a girlfriend!!
Me: And what made you both think so??
Mom: You are in Bangalore from the past 4-5 years. So…..
Me: So??
Mom: So we were just thinking that you might be having a…..
Me: (in a bit harsh way) No I don’t have any gf.
Dad: So you don’t have any gf?
Me: NO.
Mom: Why??
(Now this is too much. They were driving me crazy)
Me: What do you mean by why??
Dad: (he saw me losing my temper so tried to change the topic) Actually we were just trying to tell you that we will accept any girl you want to marry, we have no problem with her caste. You are free to choose any girl you like. We have no problem if you want to do a love marriage.
Me: Thanks, but now can we change the topic please?
Mom: So rude!!
Me: Duh!!
After dinner I came back to my room and was thinking about what had just happened, I wondered what went wrong with them. Next day I went to meet my aunt. (I have countless relatives. I spend more than half of my vacation time meeting them )
Aunt: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Aunt: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Aunt: It’s a love marriage and the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yeah I know.
Aunt: So what about you?
Me: What-What about me?
Aunt: What have you thought?
Me: About what?
Aunt: About marriage.
(By this time it was obvious what she was up to but I tried to pretend as if I didn’t get her point)
Me: (I repeated the same thing that I had earlier said to my parents) Yes, I feel it’s great. It’s good for her.
Aunt: No I am talking about your marriage. (I knew this was coming)
Me: I don’t want to marry now.
Aunt: I just want to ask if you have any girlfriend?
Me: No aunty; I don’t have any gf. (Something is definitely wrong in my hometown. All of them are acting insane)
Aunt: Its ok, you can tell me.
Me: Tell you what? I have nothing to tell.
(Now I was getting really pissed off)
Aunt: Ok if you don’t want to tell me now then fine. Just remember that you can tell me about your gf anytime. I will talk to your parents and will convince them. Anyways this generation of yours believes in love marriage more than arrange marriage.
Me: Thank you very much, but I have no such intentions, I haven’t even thought anything about it now.
It was then that my little cousin came back from school and my aunt changed the topic. When I was leaving she asked me again: “Do you really have no gf? I am sure you are hiding something from me.”
I decided not to see her again in my life till I get married or get a gf.
Then I met R (one of my cousins). She is the one who tells me all the inside stories of our families and everything that is happening behind my back. But as they say - nothing comes for free. I have to bribe her all the time for the info.
Me: Tell me what’s going on?
R: (gave me a confused look)
Then I told her everything that had happened to me in the past two days.
R: Oh yes, you don’t know. Now everyone has changed. All thanks to K didi.
Me: What has changed? Who have changed? Tell me in detail, will you?
R: After her case, all are saying that it’s ok if children chose their better-halves on their own. Then they were talking about you. They were saying that you must be having a girlfriend. You are away from home from such a long time so they all are under the impression that you have a gf. And the best part is that they all are ready to accept any girl you want to marry with, they have no problem with your love marriage. Cool naa?
Bhaiya aapki toh nikal padi. (wink-wink)
Me: I feel people have gone crazy. They have nothing to do so they started discussing all this crap for time-pass. They should better utilize their time and do something useful rather than discussing about me-my life.
R: So rude you are. Ok tell me do you love anyone?
Me: Naah I don’t. I believe this love is a time waste. There are other better things in life to do. I have hardly seen any people in love getting married. Usually they end up in marrying someone else. Why to waste your time for all this? Love sucks and so does the love marriage.
R: Bhaiya you know what?
Me: What?
R: You suck big time.
Me: Get lost.
R: You get lost.
Me: #$^$*^#^!@#!
R: @!$@#&%^%@#%^#$&$%^@$%^@#$^#$%^!@#$!@$%@#%@#%^#@%#&@
(Believe me people it’s very difficult to win from your younger ones)
I came back home, was tired, went to my room, consoled myself by imagining that this place is infected with some kind of contagious disease which is attacking people’s brain and making them crazy. I need to be very careful.
Few more days passed and to my relief everyone behaved normally. I thought all this is over and now I can live peacefully at home until the other day when my uncle came to meet me.
Uncle: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Uncle: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Uncle: So what are your plans?
Me: (On no!! not again!!!!)
Now I have decided that next time when I go home, if anyone behaves insanely I am going to tell them that I have married secretly in Bangalore and you people need not to bother about me any more.
I just remembered this forward. It goes something like this:
At wedding parties the uncles and aunts pull me by my cheeks and say “you are next”
They stopped when I started doing the same at the funerals.
All you people out there who are interested in love marriage but don't have anyone to fall in love with. Check this out.
(NO he didn't pay me for this.)
I said “thanks but I don’t need this” and wished her for her new life.
So it was the first day at home and I was having dinner with my parents:
Dad: So how is work going?
Me: It’s going good.
Mom: How are the people in your office?
Me: They are quite cool. Have made a few very good friends in office. I am lucky to find such friends.
Dad: What is the effect of recession in your company?
Me: Not much in India, though people are losing jobs in US office.
Mom: So did you hear about K?
Me: She is getting married naa?
Mom: Love marriage.
Me: Oh yes, I know that. I met her in Bangalore.
Mom: And the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yes I know. So?
Mom: No, nothing.
(After a long pause)
Dad: So what are your plans?
Me: I haven’t thought about it yet. I have just joined office. I will think about higher studies later.
Mom: Dad is asking about something else.
Me: (gave a confused look).
Mom: So what do you think about marriage.
Me: It’s good that K is getting married. Even if the guy is from other caste, it should not bother anyone now. We should act like mature people.
Dad: Mom is talking about your marriage.
Me: WHAT?? (wdf!!)
Mom: Yes, we were thinking ……..
Me: (interrupting her) I don’t want to get married for another 4-5 years.
Dad: Of course, we are not asking you to marry now.
Me: So what were you both thinking?
Mom: We were just wondering if you have a girlfriend!!
Me: And what made you both think so??
Mom: You are in Bangalore from the past 4-5 years. So…..
Me: So??
Mom: So we were just thinking that you might be having a…..
Me: (in a bit harsh way) No I don’t have any gf.
Dad: So you don’t have any gf?
Me: NO.
Mom: Why??
(Now this is too much. They were driving me crazy)
Me: What do you mean by why??
Dad: (he saw me losing my temper so tried to change the topic) Actually we were just trying to tell you that we will accept any girl you want to marry, we have no problem with her caste. You are free to choose any girl you like. We have no problem if you want to do a love marriage.
Me: Thanks, but now can we change the topic please?
Mom: So rude!!
Me: Duh!!
After dinner I came back to my room and was thinking about what had just happened, I wondered what went wrong with them. Next day I went to meet my aunt. (I have countless relatives. I spend more than half of my vacation time meeting them )
Aunt: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Aunt: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Aunt: It’s a love marriage and the guy is from some other caste.
Me: Yeah I know.
Aunt: So what about you?
Me: What-What about me?
Aunt: What have you thought?
Me: About what?
Aunt: About marriage.
(By this time it was obvious what she was up to but I tried to pretend as if I didn’t get her point)
Me: (I repeated the same thing that I had earlier said to my parents) Yes, I feel it’s great. It’s good for her.
Aunt: No I am talking about your marriage. (I knew this was coming)
Me: I don’t want to marry now.
Aunt: I just want to ask if you have any girlfriend?
Me: No aunty; I don’t have any gf. (Something is definitely wrong in my hometown. All of them are acting insane)
Aunt: Its ok, you can tell me.
Me: Tell you what? I have nothing to tell.
(Now I was getting really pissed off)
Aunt: Ok if you don’t want to tell me now then fine. Just remember that you can tell me about your gf anytime. I will talk to your parents and will convince them. Anyways this generation of yours believes in love marriage more than arrange marriage.
Me: Thank you very much, but I have no such intentions, I haven’t even thought anything about it now.
It was then that my little cousin came back from school and my aunt changed the topic. When I was leaving she asked me again: “Do you really have no gf? I am sure you are hiding something from me.”
I decided not to see her again in my life till I get married or get a gf.
Then I met R (one of my cousins). She is the one who tells me all the inside stories of our families and everything that is happening behind my back. But as they say - nothing comes for free. I have to bribe her all the time for the info.
Me: Tell me what’s going on?
R: (gave me a confused look)
Then I told her everything that had happened to me in the past two days.
R: Oh yes, you don’t know. Now everyone has changed. All thanks to K didi.
Me: What has changed? Who have changed? Tell me in detail, will you?
R: After her case, all are saying that it’s ok if children chose their better-halves on their own. Then they were talking about you. They were saying that you must be having a girlfriend. You are away from home from such a long time so they all are under the impression that you have a gf. And the best part is that they all are ready to accept any girl you want to marry with, they have no problem with your love marriage. Cool naa?
Bhaiya aapki toh nikal padi. (wink-wink)
Me: I feel people have gone crazy. They have nothing to do so they started discussing all this crap for time-pass. They should better utilize their time and do something useful rather than discussing about me-my life.
R: So rude you are. Ok tell me do you love anyone?
Me: Naah I don’t. I believe this love is a time waste. There are other better things in life to do. I have hardly seen any people in love getting married. Usually they end up in marrying someone else. Why to waste your time for all this? Love sucks and so does the love marriage.
R: Bhaiya you know what?
Me: What?
R: You suck big time.
Me: Get lost.
R: You get lost.
Me: #$^$*^#^!@#!
R: @!$@#&%^%@#%^#$&$%^@$%^@#$^#$%^!@#$!@$%@#%@#%^#@%#&@
(Believe me people it’s very difficult to win from your younger ones)
I came back home, was tired, went to my room, consoled myself by imagining that this place is infected with some kind of contagious disease which is attacking people’s brain and making them crazy. I need to be very careful.
Few more days passed and to my relief everyone behaved normally. I thought all this is over and now I can live peacefully at home until the other day when my uncle came to meet me.
Uncle: So how is office going?
Me: It’s going good.
Uncle: Did you hear about K?
Me: Yes, she is getting married.
Uncle: So what are your plans?
Me: (On no!! not again!!!!)
Now I have decided that next time when I go home, if anyone behaves insanely I am going to tell them that I have married secretly in Bangalore and you people need not to bother about me any more.
I just remembered this forward. It goes something like this:
At wedding parties the uncles and aunts pull me by my cheeks and say “you are next”
They stopped when I started doing the same at the funerals.
All you people out there who are interested in love marriage but don't have anyone to fall in love with. Check this out.
(NO he didn't pay me for this.)
Thursday, February 5, 2009
What’s in a name?
DISCLAMAIR: Censor Board has been very cruel to me and has asked me to edit a few lines in this post in exchange for a ‘U’ certificate. So friends, I have to edit a few things, which will be seen enclosed in “*”. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Long ago there was a guy called William Shakespeare who gave the world this famous dialogue “What’s in a name?” Well my answer to this is ‘everything’. We cannot imagine life without names. I am here to discuss about the names but not the regular or official ones.
Since childhood we have been giving Nicknames to our teachers, principals and friends. Some of us even have nicknames given to us by our parents and the family members call us by that name only instead of our official names but those nicknames are the pretty decent ones. The names that we give our friends, teachers are far from any sort of decency and are super hilarious.
Here I would like to mention about a few such names that I came across in my school and college days. To start with the school days, our principal was lovingly called as dinku, vice-principal as raka, our biology sir was luka, physics sir was lallan, mathematics sir was munshi (in his spectacular spectacles he looks like a munshi jii). Hindi and history ma’am were always together and we call them indu-bindu, music sir was raju tabalchi. Can’t write about this particular Hindi sir because the censor board was cruel enough to make me edit his name, two more mathematics sir were called gucchu and khujli, hindi one was bhaya, nagin was our English ma’am, carpenter sir was nanu, another geography fellow was charsi.
I remember only a few of my school mates like gheesa, dibiya, chahu, kauya, sanju-manju, sharp shooter, kaliya, angu, sheela (a guy bearing the characteristics of a girl, thus the name), udho dho dho, jhansi ki raani, chakka, labour, murda,hilla, hateli, tin-tin, dollar bahu (another guy), master jain. Sadly I haven’t met most of them since I left school. Where are you guys??????? I miss you people.
Now let’s come to the most important, memorable, exciting, thrilling and adventurous part of my life - the college life. Although it’s not at all fair to compare the college life with the school life which was an equally exciting and memorable one; I could have never imagined the same level of freedom that I had in college days to be there in school days. Till the time I was in school, I had to listen to stuffs like - come back home on time, don’t ride bike above 40kmph (40!! I can ride a bicycle faster than this), sleep on time, eat on time, don’t watch movies, study on time and hell lot of other things but in college-approx. 2300 kms from home, there was no one to say all this. I could do whatever I feel like. Also during the school days, at the time of examinations I used to get very nervous but in college during the exams I could see everyone equally nervous and that helped me reducing my nervousness to a great extent. Ok so without comparing the school-college life let’s get back to the topic which is about the nicknames.
The first day we met each other in hostel, we introduced ourselves with our original names and within two months (I wonder what took it so long) we all had given some nicknames to each other. These nicknames were based on our character, attitude and habits. Here I would like to mention about a few such names.
To start with I would like to mention about my roomy jhadu- his hairs were like a broom-stick so he got that name. Then there was tinka- he was a very lean guy, ravi ra**I - daily after dinner you can spot him at pmc (piya milan chowk), ganiya - as his favourite dialogue was ga**ya phad denge, paddhu- due to his farting habits, mutthu- censor board had asked me to edit this one so I can’t tell the exact reason for his name, taap - now there are many stories behind this; some say he copies a lot in exams thus the name, some say he flicks stuffs, some say he is a stalker. I don’t know the exact reason. There was Prabhu dada - because of his physique, palenda - because of his trademark dialogue “arre palenda ho re”, chucha nepali - as he was from India -Nepal border, joda - he was from some place which has this name, chowde - again censor board is to be blamed for me not telling the reason, pagal - he used to behave like that, atthe - again because of his peculiar speaking style, bbc - bi**y ba****d, chotu - he was a short statured guy.
There were other people also with the names like khan, boxer, chacha, mak, rathodi, main- la**a, up-maharaj, down-maharaj, chillar, bhai, la**ekant, gajju, chota gajju, keshu, dalla, monu, golu and DD bahi- his room was the hottest (wink wink) room in the whole hostel; thanks to the seniors who left the room without taking out all those posters and pics (wink wink) and also a few classmates like dhannu, mangu, miss jkr, patte, hero anna, dosti, fool, lambu, simha, chuha. And yes who can forget pande ji in our hostel because of who we got this famous dialogue “arre padhai-likhai to sab pande ** *** ** **** hoti hai”
I have never seen such characters in my life. I have done my schooling from my native place where everyone was from the same town so I never got a chance to interact with people from other places and ethnicity. It was only when I came to college I realized that there are such diverse characters in this world. But I feel that if such characters wouldn't have been there with me for all these four years, my life wouldn’t have been so rocking. I feel that those who haven't stayed in hostel during their engineering days are not true/real engineers.
Oh yes how can I forget to mention about this character? This guy will never share the sweets bought by him from his home but will hog like anything at the sweets bought by his friends, always ready to grab the sweets and ice-creams of his friends in the hostel mess during lunch/dinner, have done some setting with the mess staff of his hostel for some extra food items, used to eat chocolates at least 4-5 times a day, other people in hostel used to get sutta (cigarettes) to stay awake at night during exams and this guy will get chocolates for the night out which he will never share with any of his friends, didn’t even spared his classmates and used to eat their lunch during the boring lectures. Maybe his friends have predicted this, that’s why in the 1st semester itself they gave him the name “laddu”.
Enclosed below is the pic of this guy. You can see him hogging in the hostel mess.
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Long ago there was a guy called William Shakespeare who gave the world this famous dialogue “What’s in a name?” Well my answer to this is ‘everything’. We cannot imagine life without names. I am here to discuss about the names but not the regular or official ones.
Since childhood we have been giving Nicknames to our teachers, principals and friends. Some of us even have nicknames given to us by our parents and the family members call us by that name only instead of our official names but those nicknames are the pretty decent ones. The names that we give our friends, teachers are far from any sort of decency and are super hilarious.
Here I would like to mention about a few such names that I came across in my school and college days. To start with the school days, our principal was lovingly called as dinku, vice-principal as raka, our biology sir was luka, physics sir was lallan, mathematics sir was munshi (in his spectacular spectacles he looks like a munshi jii). Hindi and history ma’am were always together and we call them indu-bindu, music sir was raju tabalchi. Can’t write about this particular Hindi sir because the censor board was cruel enough to make me edit his name, two more mathematics sir were called gucchu and khujli, hindi one was bhaya, nagin was our English ma’am, carpenter sir was nanu, another geography fellow was charsi.
I remember only a few of my school mates like gheesa, dibiya, chahu, kauya, sanju-manju, sharp shooter, kaliya, angu, sheela (a guy bearing the characteristics of a girl, thus the name), udho dho dho, jhansi ki raani, chakka, labour, murda,hilla, hateli, tin-tin, dollar bahu (another guy), master jain. Sadly I haven’t met most of them since I left school. Where are you guys??????? I miss you people.
Now let’s come to the most important, memorable, exciting, thrilling and adventurous part of my life - the college life. Although it’s not at all fair to compare the college life with the school life which was an equally exciting and memorable one; I could have never imagined the same level of freedom that I had in college days to be there in school days. Till the time I was in school, I had to listen to stuffs like - come back home on time, don’t ride bike above 40kmph (40!! I can ride a bicycle faster than this), sleep on time, eat on time, don’t watch movies, study on time and hell lot of other things but in college-approx. 2300 kms from home, there was no one to say all this. I could do whatever I feel like. Also during the school days, at the time of examinations I used to get very nervous but in college during the exams I could see everyone equally nervous and that helped me reducing my nervousness to a great extent. Ok so without comparing the school-college life let’s get back to the topic which is about the nicknames.
The first day we met each other in hostel, we introduced ourselves with our original names and within two months (I wonder what took it so long) we all had given some nicknames to each other. These nicknames were based on our character, attitude and habits. Here I would like to mention about a few such names.
To start with I would like to mention about my roomy jhadu- his hairs were like a broom-stick so he got that name. Then there was tinka- he was a very lean guy, ravi ra**I - daily after dinner you can spot him at pmc (piya milan chowk), ganiya - as his favourite dialogue was ga**ya phad denge, paddhu- due to his farting habits, mutthu- censor board had asked me to edit this one so I can’t tell the exact reason for his name, taap - now there are many stories behind this; some say he copies a lot in exams thus the name, some say he flicks stuffs, some say he is a stalker. I don’t know the exact reason. There was Prabhu dada - because of his physique, palenda - because of his trademark dialogue “arre palenda ho re”, chucha nepali - as he was from India -Nepal border, joda - he was from some place which has this name, chowde - again censor board is to be blamed for me not telling the reason, pagal - he used to behave like that, atthe - again because of his peculiar speaking style, bbc - bi**y ba****d, chotu - he was a short statured guy.
There were other people also with the names like khan, boxer, chacha, mak, rathodi, main- la**a, up-maharaj, down-maharaj, chillar, bhai, la**ekant, gajju, chota gajju, keshu, dalla, monu, golu and DD bahi- his room was the hottest (wink wink) room in the whole hostel; thanks to the seniors who left the room without taking out all those posters and pics (wink wink) and also a few classmates like dhannu, mangu, miss jkr, patte, hero anna, dosti, fool, lambu, simha, chuha. And yes who can forget pande ji in our hostel because of who we got this famous dialogue “arre padhai-likhai to sab pande ** *** ** **** hoti hai”
I have never seen such characters in my life. I have done my schooling from my native place where everyone was from the same town so I never got a chance to interact with people from other places and ethnicity. It was only when I came to college I realized that there are such diverse characters in this world. But I feel that if such characters wouldn't have been there with me for all these four years, my life wouldn’t have been so rocking. I feel that those who haven't stayed in hostel during their engineering days are not true/real engineers.
Oh yes how can I forget to mention about this character? This guy will never share the sweets bought by him from his home but will hog like anything at the sweets bought by his friends, always ready to grab the sweets and ice-creams of his friends in the hostel mess during lunch/dinner, have done some setting with the mess staff of his hostel for some extra food items, used to eat chocolates at least 4-5 times a day, other people in hostel used to get sutta (cigarettes) to stay awake at night during exams and this guy will get chocolates for the night out which he will never share with any of his friends, didn’t even spared his classmates and used to eat their lunch during the boring lectures. Maybe his friends have predicted this, that’s why in the 1st semester itself they gave him the name “laddu”.
Enclosed below is the pic of this guy. You can see him hogging in the hostel mess.
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Monday, February 2, 2009
The Hostel........
This post is the continuation of the post by dory.
We promised each other that night that this wouldn’t be the last of our tales. After a month or so, we again went to the hospital only to discover that the gates to the terrace had been locked and the windows were sealed. So there was no way we could go to the terrace now. We were disappointed that the terrace was closed to us forever. Now we were in search of a new place but we weren’t able find anything exciting enough. Life was boring. Only college-hostel-food-movies were left in our lives. We sometimes go to pmc (originally called pre medical college but had been renamed to piya milan chowk by the majnu’s of our institution) but there was no fun, no adventure. We want something different, something exciting.
One evening dory and I were in infinitiks hostel and I was telling them about a building that I accidentally came across (thanks to jhadu-another friend of mine). This was the old building near the college. This building was a very old one, and its 2nd floor was totally devastated and there was no light in that floor at all. Only level 0 and level 1 were in use. We were in search of something new so we just decided to go there one night. So after dinner dory and I went to infinitiks’s hostel. He joined us and we all went to that building. We reached the 2nd floor of that building and there was no one on that floor; it was dark. We purposely decided to go there at night because it’s easier to escape unidentified at night. There were many rooms in several rows. After observing keenly we found out that these rooms were actually ex-classrooms. Then we reached the end of a row and took a left turn. There was complete darkness; the visibility was zero. We couldn’t see anything, not even the floor. We weren’t even sure that there was a floor beyond. We started wondering if the floor was broken and if we fell down?? Finally we decided to go in and check out for ourselves whether the floor was broken. When we reached, there was absolute silence. We could even hear each other breathing. I was a little scared and was holding infinitiks’s hands. Dory was coming behind us. No one uttered even a word. We were all quiet and a little scared. We were walking very slowly and all sorts of random bad thoughts were coming to our minds. Finally after walking in there for a few minutes or so we reached the end and we saw a light to our left and we went in that direction. It was after going there we realized that the place where we had just walked in was actually a huge hall just behind those class rooms. We were so much thrilled by the experience of walking in the dark with zero visibility that we decided to go there once again. But this time it was a bit different as we knew that what was there in that place and we didn’t enjoy that much. So we moved on ahead.
On moving ahead we saw a staircase. We went up the stairs saw a gate to the terrace that was locked. We came down and began to look for other ways to go up to the terrace
(instinctively we’ve ended up at the terraces of a lot of buildings). The floor was incredibly vast and there were several staircases to the terrace, but all of them were locked and we were checking all the possible ways to go up in the dark. Luckily we found one that wasn’t locked (a major security breach which was good for us) and finally we found ourselves on the terrace. This terrace was even huger. So huge that it can easily accommodate 3-4 football fields. It was because there were at least 5-6 buildings sharing a common terrace. We were at one end of the terrace. Infinitiks and dory insisted on going ahead and exploring the whole of the terrace. I said “no”. Now this was the time when the semester was about to get over and exams were coming. As usual, I hadn’t studied anything and above all this it was cloudy and it could have rained anytime and was not in a mood of getting drenched or falling sick and losing some precious study time. So I protested but I guess my efforts were in vain. And I decided to go with them. There were a couple of small rooms on the terrace. As we were walking towards the other end of the terrace, we were recognizing the buildings in that area. By that time our eyes were adjusted to the darkness.
Finally we reached to the other end of terrace. We looked down and saw several rooms in each of the 3 floors. Then we saw a lady guard walking in one of the corridors and some clothes hanging on the ropes in the corridors and few girls busy with their cell phones. It took us some time to understand the situation. We were thrilled and couldn’t speak anything. We were just looking at each other and were feeling proud of the great discovery that we had just done, we were actually standing on the terrace of a girl’s hostel. It took us some time to realize this and a little longer time to become normal after this discovery. We could clearly see the rooms and the girls- busy studying, chatting on cell phones, watching something on laptops. We were wondering what to do next, it was then we heard a voice from behind. We turned back and saw someone coming towards us.
Our reaction to this was very obvious- we started running for our lives. (Later dory told us that while running he turned back and looked at that guy and saw him lifting a brick lying on the floor to scare us away). We thought of escaping from the same way by which we came up the terrace but we got confused and went down the wrong way. The gate was locked so we had to come back and look for some other way to escape. Luckily that man had stopped chasing us and we found the right way and came down from the terrace and then finally out of the building. By the time we were out of the building it had started raining heavily. We waited for it to get over. We kept wondering if the man who chased us was a guard and if he followed us to catch us?? It had started to rain more heavily by then. We decided to move on in the rain because it was of no use in wasting time there, waiting for the rain to get over. We took a polythene bag from a coffee shop nearby and put our wallets, watches, cell phones inside it and that went inside my jeans pocket. It was cold and we were completely drenched. It was around 1am and there was no one on the road. Something came to our mind and we took off our shirts and vests. If someone would have seen us that time, he would have mistaken us as drunkards who were walking bare-chested in rain, at 1am. Infinitiks went to his hostel and dory and I came to ours. We were so excited with that day’s events. This was probably the craziest thing anyone of us had ever done.
Then we got busy in our studies and had stopped everything but only for that one semester. Next semester we decided to go there again. So we reached that same old building, and we started to figure out several other ways to reach the terrace. We were also trying to guess from which way the man who chased us before would have come to the terrace the last time. This time around, we even found out a way to go INSIDE the girl’s hostel from the terrace (another major security breach). Infinitiks and I went down to the hostel and dory followed us closely. We had a mixed feeling of thrill and excitement when we actually touched the floor of the girl’s hostel. We were on the 3rd floor of the girl’s hostel and were just few steps away from the nearest room. We were so close that we can easily read the posters and the crappy slogans on the doors of the rooms. Infinitiks was on my right side and was blocking my view towards the right. I could only look towards the left where I saw a long corridor. Suddenly infinitiks ran back to the terrace and so did dory, and asked me to run. I turned to my right and saw 2-3 girls staring at us from a distance. Now it was my turn to run. Shit!! So we had been noticed. We thought we should have been more careful. From a safe distance, out of their sight we saw the girls had gathered on that very floor and were discussing something; obviously about our sudden appearance. Then we saw some girls going to the opposite direction. We felt that they are probably going to call the guards so the terrace wasn’t safe for us anymore. We decided to call it off for the day and left the place; came back to our respective hostels.
Next time when we went there we found that a lock had been put up at the gate through which we had entered the girl’s hostel from the terrace. Dory wanted to pee very badly and since we had just arrived at the terrace, there was no chance of going back, so he went on the terrace only. We saw a water tank at some distance. Then infinitiks and dory climbed on the water tank that was huge (not as huge as the hospital one though). I stayed back and was looking at the corridors and the rooms. It was around 2pm and I saw many girls busy on their cell phones, some walking in the corridors, some sitting in the corner. For a moment I wondered that whom were they talking to at this time of night but then I realized that if in my hostel the guys are busy whole night on their phones then obviously here the girls should be busy. I also noticed that their rooms were as messy and as dirty as ours. I felt very happy in seeing this because till now I used to think that only we guys kept our rooms dirty but that instant I came to know that girls too don’t clean their rooms. I went a little ahead to peep inside their rooms.
By that time dory and infinitiks had come down and were on the other side of the terrace. While trying to peep inside one room I unfortunately revealed myself and got noticed by one girl who shouted “hello!! Who is that??” I really couldn’t oblige her with the answer and started to turn away. By then she called few other girls and started screaming nonsense which none of us tried listening to. We had decided to return by that time. I was walking towards the exit and dory and infinitiks went back to have a last glance of the happenings. I turned back to call them and saw them running towards me. Then I noticed a guard coming for us at a distance. I started wondering from where the hell he emerged from because we had analyzed all the possible ways to the terrace and there was no chance of him coming from any of those directions. But then I realized that it was the time to run rather then analyzing the ways a guard could come out from. By this time we had become pros in running and escaping from the guards. See we loved breaking rules so we had to master in the skill of running from the guards. We escaped fairly easily and came back to our hostels. We did go there after a month, and saw a very narrow path form the hostel to the terrace through which the guard came running behind us. That day was a little boring for us. We realized that we had actually started enjoying the guard running-our escaping from him thing.
We have also done few more crazy things in the last two years of our college life like climbing the college gate and going to the college at night , stealing ice-cream from the college canteen and then sitting in the middle of the canteen and eating the ice-creams just stolen, going to an under construction building at night and then throwing stuffs from its terrace at the guard of the adjacent building and actually scaring him and making him run inside the building (it was dark and the guard couldn’t see us as we were on the terrace) but among the list of all the crazy things we’d been doing including the hospital one, the hostel really had to be at the top…………
We promised each other that night that this wouldn’t be the last of our tales. After a month or so, we again went to the hospital only to discover that the gates to the terrace had been locked and the windows were sealed. So there was no way we could go to the terrace now. We were disappointed that the terrace was closed to us forever. Now we were in search of a new place but we weren’t able find anything exciting enough. Life was boring. Only college-hostel-food-movies were left in our lives. We sometimes go to pmc (originally called pre medical college but had been renamed to piya milan chowk by the majnu’s of our institution) but there was no fun, no adventure. We want something different, something exciting.
One evening dory and I were in infinitiks hostel and I was telling them about a building that I accidentally came across (thanks to jhadu-another friend of mine). This was the old building near the college. This building was a very old one, and its 2nd floor was totally devastated and there was no light in that floor at all. Only level 0 and level 1 were in use. We were in search of something new so we just decided to go there one night. So after dinner dory and I went to infinitiks’s hostel. He joined us and we all went to that building. We reached the 2nd floor of that building and there was no one on that floor; it was dark. We purposely decided to go there at night because it’s easier to escape unidentified at night. There were many rooms in several rows. After observing keenly we found out that these rooms were actually ex-classrooms. Then we reached the end of a row and took a left turn. There was complete darkness; the visibility was zero. We couldn’t see anything, not even the floor. We weren’t even sure that there was a floor beyond. We started wondering if the floor was broken and if we fell down?? Finally we decided to go in and check out for ourselves whether the floor was broken. When we reached, there was absolute silence. We could even hear each other breathing. I was a little scared and was holding infinitiks’s hands. Dory was coming behind us. No one uttered even a word. We were all quiet and a little scared. We were walking very slowly and all sorts of random bad thoughts were coming to our minds. Finally after walking in there for a few minutes or so we reached the end and we saw a light to our left and we went in that direction. It was after going there we realized that the place where we had just walked in was actually a huge hall just behind those class rooms. We were so much thrilled by the experience of walking in the dark with zero visibility that we decided to go there once again. But this time it was a bit different as we knew that what was there in that place and we didn’t enjoy that much. So we moved on ahead.
On moving ahead we saw a staircase. We went up the stairs saw a gate to the terrace that was locked. We came down and began to look for other ways to go up to the terrace
(instinctively we’ve ended up at the terraces of a lot of buildings). The floor was incredibly vast and there were several staircases to the terrace, but all of them were locked and we were checking all the possible ways to go up in the dark. Luckily we found one that wasn’t locked (a major security breach which was good for us) and finally we found ourselves on the terrace. This terrace was even huger. So huge that it can easily accommodate 3-4 football fields. It was because there were at least 5-6 buildings sharing a common terrace. We were at one end of the terrace. Infinitiks and dory insisted on going ahead and exploring the whole of the terrace. I said “no”. Now this was the time when the semester was about to get over and exams were coming. As usual, I hadn’t studied anything and above all this it was cloudy and it could have rained anytime and was not in a mood of getting drenched or falling sick and losing some precious study time. So I protested but I guess my efforts were in vain. And I decided to go with them. There were a couple of small rooms on the terrace. As we were walking towards the other end of the terrace, we were recognizing the buildings in that area. By that time our eyes were adjusted to the darkness.
Finally we reached to the other end of terrace. We looked down and saw several rooms in each of the 3 floors. Then we saw a lady guard walking in one of the corridors and some clothes hanging on the ropes in the corridors and few girls busy with their cell phones. It took us some time to understand the situation. We were thrilled and couldn’t speak anything. We were just looking at each other and were feeling proud of the great discovery that we had just done, we were actually standing on the terrace of a girl’s hostel. It took us some time to realize this and a little longer time to become normal after this discovery. We could clearly see the rooms and the girls- busy studying, chatting on cell phones, watching something on laptops. We were wondering what to do next, it was then we heard a voice from behind. We turned back and saw someone coming towards us.
Our reaction to this was very obvious- we started running for our lives. (Later dory told us that while running he turned back and looked at that guy and saw him lifting a brick lying on the floor to scare us away). We thought of escaping from the same way by which we came up the terrace but we got confused and went down the wrong way. The gate was locked so we had to come back and look for some other way to escape. Luckily that man had stopped chasing us and we found the right way and came down from the terrace and then finally out of the building. By the time we were out of the building it had started raining heavily. We waited for it to get over. We kept wondering if the man who chased us was a guard and if he followed us to catch us?? It had started to rain more heavily by then. We decided to move on in the rain because it was of no use in wasting time there, waiting for the rain to get over. We took a polythene bag from a coffee shop nearby and put our wallets, watches, cell phones inside it and that went inside my jeans pocket. It was cold and we were completely drenched. It was around 1am and there was no one on the road. Something came to our mind and we took off our shirts and vests. If someone would have seen us that time, he would have mistaken us as drunkards who were walking bare-chested in rain, at 1am. Infinitiks went to his hostel and dory and I came to ours. We were so excited with that day’s events. This was probably the craziest thing anyone of us had ever done.
Then we got busy in our studies and had stopped everything but only for that one semester. Next semester we decided to go there again. So we reached that same old building, and we started to figure out several other ways to reach the terrace. We were also trying to guess from which way the man who chased us before would have come to the terrace the last time. This time around, we even found out a way to go INSIDE the girl’s hostel from the terrace (another major security breach). Infinitiks and I went down to the hostel and dory followed us closely. We had a mixed feeling of thrill and excitement when we actually touched the floor of the girl’s hostel. We were on the 3rd floor of the girl’s hostel and were just few steps away from the nearest room. We were so close that we can easily read the posters and the crappy slogans on the doors of the rooms. Infinitiks was on my right side and was blocking my view towards the right. I could only look towards the left where I saw a long corridor. Suddenly infinitiks ran back to the terrace and so did dory, and asked me to run. I turned to my right and saw 2-3 girls staring at us from a distance. Now it was my turn to run. Shit!! So we had been noticed. We thought we should have been more careful. From a safe distance, out of their sight we saw the girls had gathered on that very floor and were discussing something; obviously about our sudden appearance. Then we saw some girls going to the opposite direction. We felt that they are probably going to call the guards so the terrace wasn’t safe for us anymore. We decided to call it off for the day and left the place; came back to our respective hostels.
Next time when we went there we found that a lock had been put up at the gate through which we had entered the girl’s hostel from the terrace. Dory wanted to pee very badly and since we had just arrived at the terrace, there was no chance of going back, so he went on the terrace only. We saw a water tank at some distance. Then infinitiks and dory climbed on the water tank that was huge (not as huge as the hospital one though). I stayed back and was looking at the corridors and the rooms. It was around 2pm and I saw many girls busy on their cell phones, some walking in the corridors, some sitting in the corner. For a moment I wondered that whom were they talking to at this time of night but then I realized that if in my hostel the guys are busy whole night on their phones then obviously here the girls should be busy. I also noticed that their rooms were as messy and as dirty as ours. I felt very happy in seeing this because till now I used to think that only we guys kept our rooms dirty but that instant I came to know that girls too don’t clean their rooms. I went a little ahead to peep inside their rooms.
By that time dory and infinitiks had come down and were on the other side of the terrace. While trying to peep inside one room I unfortunately revealed myself and got noticed by one girl who shouted “hello!! Who is that??” I really couldn’t oblige her with the answer and started to turn away. By then she called few other girls and started screaming nonsense which none of us tried listening to. We had decided to return by that time. I was walking towards the exit and dory and infinitiks went back to have a last glance of the happenings. I turned back to call them and saw them running towards me. Then I noticed a guard coming for us at a distance. I started wondering from where the hell he emerged from because we had analyzed all the possible ways to the terrace and there was no chance of him coming from any of those directions. But then I realized that it was the time to run rather then analyzing the ways a guard could come out from. By this time we had become pros in running and escaping from the guards. See we loved breaking rules so we had to master in the skill of running from the guards. We escaped fairly easily and came back to our hostels. We did go there after a month, and saw a very narrow path form the hostel to the terrace through which the guard came running behind us. That day was a little boring for us. We realized that we had actually started enjoying the guard running-our escaping from him thing.
We have also done few more crazy things in the last two years of our college life like climbing the college gate and going to the college at night , stealing ice-cream from the college canteen and then sitting in the middle of the canteen and eating the ice-creams just stolen, going to an under construction building at night and then throwing stuffs from its terrace at the guard of the adjacent building and actually scaring him and making him run inside the building (it was dark and the guard couldn’t see us as we were on the terrace) but among the list of all the crazy things we’d been doing including the hospital one, the hostel really had to be at the top…………
Monday, December 15, 2008
One fine sunday evening, i went for shopping......
I could have never imagined that shopping would be so difficult. I had a tough time last week. I know girls are crazy when it comes to shopping but believe me people, shopping for them can be crazier.
It so happened that I decided to give something to one of my friends on her birthday. But I couldn’t think of anything so I asked one of my colleagues to help me out with this. She suggested many things like a cap, cosmetics, artificial jewelry. I didn’t like any of these.. Then she suggested that I could gift chocolates. I wanted to give something useful so it didn’t work out either. Then she said I could give tops or a t-shirt. I said t-shirt is ok but what are tops. She gave me a look as if I am an alien from some outer planet. She was like “You are so dumb”. Now what is my fault if I don’t know the difference between tops and a t-shirt. She then briefed me about the difference.
Now my this colleague happens to live in Koromangala near Forum mall. I asked her for a favor of buying a t-shirt for my friend. She said she is very busy so cannot go. So now I have 2 go and get it on my own. I asked one of my friends to accompany me to the Forum mall. So one fine Sunday evening we went there to buy a girls t-shirt . My friend who was accompanying me was also a nerd. He also didn’t know anything about girls wear. I gave him the gyaan that I got from my colleague about the difference between tops and t-shirt .
We first entered into a Reebok showroom.
Salesman- “may I help you sir?”
Me- “I want a t-shirt”
Salesman-“here it is sir” (Directing me to the men section)
Me- “No. I want it for my friend”
Salesman- (giving me a strange look)”No problem sir. You can select one for your friend also.”
Me- “No….actually….a…I mean….my friend is a girl”
Salesman- (smiles at me) “fine sir. Here it is.” (Directing me to the ladies section.. I still wonder what that smile was for!!!!)
I saw few t-shirts. This was the first time in my life that I was checking out a girls section. Didn’t like any. Came out and went to the next showroom.
This one had a huge collection of dresses. There were already many girls with their friends and moms checking out the dresses. We both were the only guys in there. We felt uncomfortable and came out and entered the third one. This one had t-shirts with slogans on it. The slogans were like “drop her, pick me”, “ur gf is a bitch”, “all men are idiots, and I married their king”, “i have horrible taste coz i like you”, “don’t stare u asshole”. Now I have seen guys t-shirts with crappy slogans but these were too much. Who will buy t-shirts like this!!!!. We left that one also and went 2 another one. Like this we checked some 6-7 showrooms but couldn’t select any.
It was then we went to Scullers. By that time I had opened up a little. I went to the salesgirl and said that I want a girls t-shirt. She showed me few t-shirts and by Gods grace I finally selected one. It was then the salesgirl dropped a bomb on me.
Salesgirl- “Sir what size do you want?”
ME- “WHAT??”
Salesgirl- “Sir, size??”
Me- “(shit!!) I…I…don’t know the size.”
Salesgirl- “Is she my size?”
It was then I looked at her from top to bottom. She was in her early 20’s. I kept staring at her. She was so pretty. I was lost somewhere. It was then my friends voice bought me back to this world. I heard him saying “abey laddu..kya kar raha hai..hosh mein aa.”
I somehow regained my senses and saw the salesgirl giving me a weird look.
Me- “ummm….what’s your size?”
Salesgirl- “(giving me a dirty look) Its S.”
Me- “Ok. Give me M.”
When I came out of the showroom I was thinking of what I just did. I was standing in front of the salesgirl, staring her like that and then I actually asked her size. Shit man….what an experience I had that day. And my friend vowed never to come to shopping with me as long as he is alive……….
It so happened that I decided to give something to one of my friends on her birthday. But I couldn’t think of anything so I asked one of my colleagues to help me out with this. She suggested many things like a cap, cosmetics, artificial jewelry. I didn’t like any of these.. Then she suggested that I could gift chocolates. I wanted to give something useful so it didn’t work out either. Then she said I could give tops or a t-shirt. I said t-shirt is ok but what are tops. She gave me a look as if I am an alien from some outer planet. She was like “You are so dumb”. Now what is my fault if I don’t know the difference between tops and a t-shirt. She then briefed me about the difference.
Now my this colleague happens to live in Koromangala near Forum mall. I asked her for a favor of buying a t-shirt for my friend. She said she is very busy so cannot go. So now I have 2 go and get it on my own. I asked one of my friends to accompany me to the Forum mall. So one fine Sunday evening we went there to buy a girls t-shirt . My friend who was accompanying me was also a nerd. He also didn’t know anything about girls wear. I gave him the gyaan that I got from my colleague about the difference between tops and t-shirt .
We first entered into a Reebok showroom.
Salesman- “may I help you sir?”
Me- “I want a t-shirt”
Salesman-“here it is sir” (Directing me to the men section)
Me- “No. I want it for my friend”
Salesman- (giving me a strange look)”No problem sir. You can select one for your friend also.”
Me- “No….actually….a…I mean….my friend is a girl”
Salesman- (smiles at me) “fine sir. Here it is.” (Directing me to the ladies section.. I still wonder what that smile was for!!!!)
I saw few t-shirts. This was the first time in my life that I was checking out a girls section. Didn’t like any. Came out and went to the next showroom.
This one had a huge collection of dresses. There were already many girls with their friends and moms checking out the dresses. We both were the only guys in there. We felt uncomfortable and came out and entered the third one. This one had t-shirts with slogans on it. The slogans were like “drop her, pick me”, “ur gf is a bitch”, “all men are idiots, and I married their king”, “i have horrible taste coz i like you”, “don’t stare u asshole”. Now I have seen guys t-shirts with crappy slogans but these were too much. Who will buy t-shirts like this!!!!. We left that one also and went 2 another one. Like this we checked some 6-7 showrooms but couldn’t select any.
It was then we went to Scullers. By that time I had opened up a little. I went to the salesgirl and said that I want a girls t-shirt. She showed me few t-shirts and by Gods grace I finally selected one. It was then the salesgirl dropped a bomb on me.
Salesgirl- “Sir what size do you want?”
ME- “WHAT??”
Salesgirl- “Sir, size??”
Me- “(shit!!) I…I…don’t know the size.”
Salesgirl- “Is she my size?”
It was then I looked at her from top to bottom. She was in her early 20’s. I kept staring at her. She was so pretty. I was lost somewhere. It was then my friends voice bought me back to this world. I heard him saying “abey laddu..kya kar raha hai..hosh mein aa.”
I somehow regained my senses and saw the salesgirl giving me a weird look.
Me- “ummm….what’s your size?”
Salesgirl- “(giving me a dirty look) Its S.”
Me- “Ok. Give me M.”
When I came out of the showroom I was thinking of what I just did. I was standing in front of the salesgirl, staring her like that and then I actually asked her size. Shit man….what an experience I had that day. And my friend vowed never to come to shopping with me as long as he is alive……….
Sunday, November 9, 2008
What A Rip Off........
Siblings are one of the best gifts given to us by GOD. But there are a few people who are not blessed with this gift.
If you are the only one, then you don’t have to share with anyone. You can have the full cake bought by your parents without sharing it. You get the full attention of your parents. But on the other hand, you might also have to endure a lonely life with no one around. You will not have anyone with who you can play, with who you can share all the secrets which cannot be said to parents. You might miss all those sweet, small, cute fights with your brother/sister over little-little things and the moments which follow – trying to save one another from the parents wrath. Some are happy being alone, some are not.
Well, this story is not at all about relationships. I feel they are very complex and it is almost impossible for me to understand and explain. This is about an accident that took place on my return journey to Bangalore. Here I would like to talk about this girl I met. I was traveling alone in the train and so was she. She was very cute and pretty, just like Preity Zinta. I was getting bored and was looking a chance to talk to her. She was the only one of my age, the rest were people in their 60s and 70s. I guess she was also getting bored. In the afternoon she came and sat next to me and after a formal introduction we started talking. She opened up very quickly and told me many things about her life.
She told me about her family and also said that she is the only child and has no siblings. She started by saying that she is not at all happy being alone and has always felt very lonely. She started saying “I had always wanted someone with me at home, with who I can share all the fights, stuff got by parents etc. etc. I keep asking my friends who have siblings about their brother’s n sisters. Sometimes I even get jealous when they tell me about the fights they have had and small-small incidents between them”
Boy!!!! By this time I had started pulling my hair. I had started wondering what the hell I was doing here. I was least interested in hearing any story about ones loneliness. I tried my best to change the topic but she was stuck on that brother-sister stuff only. ”I know I am a little weird but that’s the way I am” she said. I wanted to tell her that you are not weird, you are crazy. It was 2am and I was not in a mood to listen to her anymore, so I decided to sleep.
I woke up around 11 in afternoon. She also woke up after 10min. She was looking very pretty. We had lunch together. I thought that today I will not waste my time in listening to her crappy bro-sis thing. Before I could have said anything she started saying “I have many cousins but I am not so close to them". She continued "I always wonder why people say things like - you are lucky because you don’t have any one to fight with you and share your stuffs. You are the princess of your home. Everything belongs to you. Rubbish!! I want to tell them that I am the unluckiest girl because I don’t have any siblings. I am so helpless.”
By that time I had started feeling helpless that I can’t explain her that I am not at all interested in listening to her damn story. Whenever I tried changing the topic, she jumped back to the same bro-sis thing. It was getting late and I was feeling sleepy so I decided to go to bed. This seemed to be a better option to me then to hear someone crying about something which can not be changed now.
I woke up early because the train was scheduled to reach Bangalore around 10am. She also woke up and was looking prettier then yesterday. The train was to reach the station in two hours. She came and sat next to me. I was thinking that I had wasted 2 days of my life in listening to her story but now I will not waste my life anymore. I was making plans of taking her mobile number and calling her little knowing that all my dreams would be shattered the very next moment. She said that she is thankful to me that I had listened to her for 2 days and said:
“ I am seeing a brotherly figure in you. Give me your contact number. We will always be in touch. You be my rakhi brother.”
At that time little did I know that it was not my last Rip off in a train.. There were more to come.
If you are the only one, then you don’t have to share with anyone. You can have the full cake bought by your parents without sharing it. You get the full attention of your parents. But on the other hand, you might also have to endure a lonely life with no one around. You will not have anyone with who you can play, with who you can share all the secrets which cannot be said to parents. You might miss all those sweet, small, cute fights with your brother/sister over little-little things and the moments which follow – trying to save one another from the parents wrath. Some are happy being alone, some are not.
Well, this story is not at all about relationships. I feel they are very complex and it is almost impossible for me to understand and explain. This is about an accident that took place on my return journey to Bangalore. Here I would like to talk about this girl I met. I was traveling alone in the train and so was she. She was very cute and pretty, just like Preity Zinta. I was getting bored and was looking a chance to talk to her. She was the only one of my age, the rest were people in their 60s and 70s. I guess she was also getting bored. In the afternoon she came and sat next to me and after a formal introduction we started talking. She opened up very quickly and told me many things about her life.
She told me about her family and also said that she is the only child and has no siblings. She started by saying that she is not at all happy being alone and has always felt very lonely. She started saying “I had always wanted someone with me at home, with who I can share all the fights, stuff got by parents etc. etc. I keep asking my friends who have siblings about their brother’s n sisters. Sometimes I even get jealous when they tell me about the fights they have had and small-small incidents between them”
Boy!!!! By this time I had started pulling my hair. I had started wondering what the hell I was doing here. I was least interested in hearing any story about ones loneliness. I tried my best to change the topic but she was stuck on that brother-sister stuff only. ”I know I am a little weird but that’s the way I am” she said. I wanted to tell her that you are not weird, you are crazy. It was 2am and I was not in a mood to listen to her anymore, so I decided to sleep.
I woke up around 11 in afternoon. She also woke up after 10min. She was looking very pretty. We had lunch together. I thought that today I will not waste my time in listening to her crappy bro-sis thing. Before I could have said anything she started saying “I have many cousins but I am not so close to them". She continued "I always wonder why people say things like - you are lucky because you don’t have any one to fight with you and share your stuffs. You are the princess of your home. Everything belongs to you. Rubbish!! I want to tell them that I am the unluckiest girl because I don’t have any siblings. I am so helpless.”
By that time I had started feeling helpless that I can’t explain her that I am not at all interested in listening to her damn story. Whenever I tried changing the topic, she jumped back to the same bro-sis thing. It was getting late and I was feeling sleepy so I decided to go to bed. This seemed to be a better option to me then to hear someone crying about something which can not be changed now.
I woke up early because the train was scheduled to reach Bangalore around 10am. She also woke up and was looking prettier then yesterday. The train was to reach the station in two hours. She came and sat next to me. I was thinking that I had wasted 2 days of my life in listening to her story but now I will not waste my life anymore. I was making plans of taking her mobile number and calling her little knowing that all my dreams would be shattered the very next moment. She said that she is thankful to me that I had listened to her for 2 days and said:
“ I am seeing a brotherly figure in you. Give me your contact number. We will always be in touch. You be my rakhi brother.”
At that time little did I know that it was not my last Rip off in a train.. There were more to come.
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