My Unbridled Thoughts....

Magic Always Ends...

2011-08-28T10:12:00.001+05:30

Under the starry sky, I sit alone
I sit alone, like a lost knight.
Humming a lazy tune and
wishing for the night to die soon.

I sit alone, yet in the
company of the cold night.
Faraway, a dog howled and
went behind the veils, the moon.

I sit here, quiet. Quiet,
yet noisily beats my heart.
Breaking the silence,
the breeze began to croon.

I sit here, under the starry sky,
waiting for the first light.
The breeze sung and with it,
I hummed. I hummed the same tune.

My eyes fluttered again and again.
With sleep, was it's fight.
Forgetting, magic always ends,
I sit here. I sit here, like a goon.

I'm not for sale!!

2011-05-08T23:15:00.010+05:30

Could that be a butterfly? She wondered. She hadn't seen one ever since she had started working at the royal kitchen. No butterfly entered the castle grounds and she dared not go outside. I must be dreaming then, she thought but she couldn't have been because the textures and the colors on the butterfly's wings were too vivid to be a dream.

When she gained consciousness she realized she hadn't been dreaming but had mistaken her new dress for a butterfly. New dress? She didn't remember changing her clothes. The dress was grand and she had always wanted to dress up but couldn't afford, so had given up on that dream. Am I dreaming again? She wondered, but she realized it wasn't a dream when somebody announced that she was awake.

She didn’t understand why there were so many people gathered around her. Is it because of the dress? I did not steal it. I don't even remember changing my clothes. Please, believe me...she wanted to tell them but their curious stares shooed away her left over courage and sealed her mouth. All she could do was stare back, searching for a clue that would explain her situation. The crowds' mood perplexed her. There were no questions in their eyes but malice that sent creeps across her spine. She did not take long to recognize the situation she was in and when she did, she did not want to believe it was happening. It cannot be true, she muttered under her breath and rubbed her eyes hoping to brush off sleep from them but deep inside she knew that it wasn't a dream.

It couldn't be so bad, she hoped and wanted to forget everything she had once feared. Ganga was free and so would she be, after a while. She would have to serve her new master only until he lost interest in her. He would find another girl before long and then she might be sent back to work at the royal kitchen.

"Three thousand gold", a man called out.

She wondered whether she wanted a new master. No. I don't, she thought because she wanted to live in open like a butterfly does. She did not want to work at royal kitchen either but it was a better option considering the situation she was in at the moment. At the royal kitchen, she had friends who worked along with her. They laughed together and also poured their hearts out to each other when they were not cooking.

"She's untouched. Three thousand is definitely a no", said another man.

"Five thousand then", someone at the back cried.

"Eight thousand gold", cried another man. The crowd murmured among themselves for awhile and then the man who had declined three thousand announced that she was sold. As someone dragged her out of the hall, she noticed that no eyes followed her, instead they were susing their next victim.

She couldn't see her master's face because he left immediately after bidding, asking his men to take her home. On the way home, they did not even bother to consider that she might hear them while they discussed what their master would possibly do with her.

"I can say that he got no interest in her. I wonder why he paid eight thousand gold for her" said one man.

"He did not take another glance at her", pointed out another man.

The master's house fascinated her. It was as big as a castle. She wondered who her master could be but dared not to ask anyone. She was sure of one thing though and that was that whosoever he master was, he was very rich.

She was bathed in rose water and dressed in fine silk, and asked to wait in a room that was not only spacious but luxurious too. She had never seen anything like it. The bed was soft and the sheets were scented.

It isn't all that bad, she thought and that was when someone knocked the door. She did not know what to do and before she could decide, someone entered the room. Could that be the master? she wondered.

He was but instead of introducing himself to her, he asked, "Do you know why you are here?" She shook her head.

He asked, "Do you know who I am?" and she again shook her head.

"I want you to bear my child. I love my wife very much but she cannot conceive and I do not want another bride. I also cannot let our bloodline die...", he explained but never once did he ask her consent.

He came every night and made love to her. Though he was gentle, she knew that he did not really want her and though her body reciprocated, she had sealed away her heart. And every time she climaxed, she thought, No, I'm not for sale. You might own my body...you might also sow your seeds in me, but you shall never win my heart, NEVER!!

Dusk, The beginning of Darkness!

2011-03-03T21:53:00.010+05:30

He smiled.

It was a smile of victory, of contentment. The most genuine smiles are often priceless, as they are not easy to come by. Sometimes it takes years of hard work, sometimes a happy memory. In Pranav’s case, it was the former.

Excellence is achieved not only through hard work, but by being passionate about something; by being crazy about something you love the most. Pranav had somehow known this since his childhood.

When he was just a five year old little brat, all he wanted to do all the time was play cricket. One evening when he came back home after a game, his mother, like everyday, had immediately dragged him to the bathroom. She had then asked him casually while giving him a bath, “What do you want to do when you grow up, my dear?” And Pranav, who was wearing nothing but a smile, had replied in the same casual manner, “I want to play Cricket.” His mother had simply laughed, and he had kept mum.

Now, fifteen years later, he was still smiling, holding the cell phone in his left hand. It was just seven-thirty in the morning, and he had woken up to the most exciting news of his life. He had been selected for the National Cricket team. Only his mother wasn’t alive to enjoy his success.

He was enjoying the moment. Though the call had gotten over, he was still holding the phone and smiling. Some of his friends noticed him and whistled. It was February 14^th. Love was all around, and his friends’ thoughts were that of a conventional mind.

He finally kept his cell phone back in his pocket and walked back into his hostel room. He needed to be alone. The first few moments of one’s greatest happiness should be spent with oneself, and that’s exactly what he was doing. It was Valentine’s Day, and he was in love – with himself.

Falling in love with oneself is the beginning of a lifelong romance.

******

He loved himself very much, and that’s the reason he could give so much love to her – to Ananya.

Ananya!

He had to tell her the news. She would be so happy for him, he knew. She had dreamed of it along with him. Except for her, there wasn’t anybody in his life. She was one, she was all.

He got dressed up, and just when he was about to go, his cell phone rang. It was an unknown number.

******

“Tell me one thing. If you have to choose between me and cricket, what is it going to be?”

“You know, people love a lot of things in their lives. For me, there are only two things I love with all of my heart: You and Cricket. But if I have to choose between you and my game, I shall have to choose the latter.”

At that particular juncture her respect for him grew, and she kissed him on the cheek.

“Would you have kissed me on the lips if I’d said that I’d choose you over my game?” Pranav asked, grinning from ear to ear.

“No, you idiot. I’d have slapped you hard across your face if you’d said that. If you can’t love yourself, if you don’t have any respect for your dream, how can you ever love me?”

******

“Hello,” Pranav said into the phone.

“Pranav?”

“Yes, this is he.”

“I’m Dr. Pradeep from Ashraya hospital. I was rather hoping you might be able to come to hospital now?”

“Oh, my test results have come, haven’t they? I’d almost forgotten about today’s meeting with you. Sorry. But sir, I was on my way to somewhere else….”

“Just a matter of few minutes, my boy. Anyhow hospital is not too far, is it?”

“Yes, all right. I’ll be there in a while.”

******

The rays of the morning sun were reflecting on the lake with iridescent brilliance. For some people that were strolling along the bank of the lake, the day had just started. But for Pranav, it was over. There would be no more mornings for him. The doctor had said two more months; two more months filled with darkness. Two months, only if he got admitted and started getting the treatment.

A week ago when he had complained of severe abdominal pain, constipation, nausea, and some blood in the vomit, the doctor had subjected him to various tests.

“I was just over-reacting. I’d eaten like a glutton the previous day. Maybe it’s because of tha…..” he had begun to say the moment he saw the doctor in the morning.

“Stomach Cancer,” the doctor had cut him off. He knew no tricks could make Pranav feel any better.

He had listened to the doctor in silence for the next half hour, without reacting. And then he had just gotten up and left.

Now, he stood staring into the void. His life had come to a stand still.

******

“What is love, Pranav?”

“I don’t really know what love is, my love. All I know is that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to grow old with you. I’ve heard people say that a man should find a woman to die for, but I’m proud to have found a woman to live for.”

And they hugged each other tightly as tears rolled down Ananya’s cheeks.

******

He stood there incapacitated, listening to the horrific thoughts in his mind. He shuddered at the thought of Ananya.

People find love on Valentine’s Day, but Pranav had lost it.

He came back to reality when his cell phone rang. It was she.

I’m sure to go through a lot of pain in the next couple of weeks, but the pain would be unendurable for her if she ever came to know.

The phone was still ringing. He held it tightly as if he was trying to crush it, closed his eyes, and switched it off.

*******

Un-ending Conversation!

2011-01-28T00:24:00.010+05:30

Varun knew this was going to be a long tiresome journey. He was sitting next to a middle aged fat bald guy wearing baggy type of dress! It was red in color and very highlighting and didn't even bother to turn towards him. The plane was not filled and he could see few empty seats around. He got up from his seat and took a stroll along the narrow passage of the plane. He had a glance over the passengers who were busy in their own world. Few were chatting with the fellow passengers and few kept to themselves.

Soon his eyes fell on a girl who looked his age. She was comfortably sitting, with a calm expression on her face, next to a woman who was reading a magazine. The girl was looking out of the window. In blue jeans and red top, white shoes, with her hair let loose, she looked spunky. The boy never took his eyes off her, and the girl never turned away from the window. I wonder what's so fascinating about clouds, he thought. Look at me, damn it! And she finally did.

He smiled at her, and she looked at him with her eyebrows raised.

"There are two vacant seats over there. Would you like to sit with me?" he asked

"Not at all!!" she shrugged and got up.

Once they were settled in their new seats, he asked, “What is she reading?”

The girl craned her neck to see the woman with whom she was sitting till then, turned to him and said with a wink, “You know what she is reading.”

“Of course I do. Such a moron, I say,” he said, laughing.

“Come on. Don’t say that,” she said, laughing. It was too conspicuous from the way she laughed that she agreed with him.

“Well, anyways,” he continued, “I’m Varun.”

“I’m Sheela.”

“Splendid! And who is your sister? Munni?”

“Oh please! I’m sick of it. Everyone made fun of my name after that song came out, you know. Why did they have to write a song with my name?”

“So that Katrina could shake her booty.”

“She does it either ways,” she said, flicking her hair.

“Yes, that’s true. And as long as she does, the world will be a happy place,” he grinned.

“Boys!”

It was two o’clock in the afternoon and an air-hostess gave them their lunch and proceeded to the next row. She didn’t speak a single word.

“These are the worst kind of air-hostesses I’ve ever seen. Such pathetic service,” Sheela murmured.

“Touché,” Varun said, “They don't talk, they don’t smile, and mainly, they are not beautiful.” He paused for a moment and then said, “Hey, why don’t you serve food? I’m sure everybody will like that.”

“Are you flirting with me, mister?” Sheela asked, smiling.

“No, missy. I haven’t started yet. I meant it. I mean, look around. You are the only young and beautiful girl in this whole goddammn plane.”

“Sshhh. They don’t appreciate blasphemy here. Careful,” she said, with a finger on her lips.

“I don’t give a damn.”

She looked at him with mild anger as she opened the silver paper of her food packet.

“All right, all right,” he said, throwing up his hands in the air.

He too opened his food packet and took a spoonful.

“Gosh, dal rice? This has got to be the worst flight service ever.”

She just shrugged her shoulders and continued eating.

“So what do you do?” he asked.

“I’m an artist,” she said.

“Artist as in?”

“Painter.”

“How cool is that! And what a co-incidence! I’m a painter too,” he said, cradling his chin.

“Really?” she was fascinated.

“Yes. But there is a small difference.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you paint pictures with colours. And I paint pictures with words,” he said, taking another spoonful of his food.

“Ah, a writer, I believe. What a beautiful way to say it!” she was impressed.

The laughter they shared together then was more delicious than the food they were eating.

Sheela asked him a few minutes later, “So, do you have a girlfriend?”

“Was that a question or an offer?” he was quick to answer.

“What?” she was startled. “Of course it was a question,” she said, laughing and shaking her head. “Flirting comes naturally to boys, doesn’t it? Every little opportunity is used. Well, see where you are now. The rules of flirting are different here.”

“Really?” he said, “Let’s see. After all we have all the time in the world.”

She turned away, took a spoonful of her food and asked again, “Tell me.”

“Oh, that? No. I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“You don’t look like you are single.”

“I know. It’s just that I’m keeping my options open,” he said, grinning from ear to ear.

“Typical guy’s answer.”

“What about you? Do you have a boyfriend? Wait, before you could answer; it is a question as well as an offer.”

“I’m sorry to say, my dear. Your offer is rejected. But at the same time, I’m single too.”

“Oh, great. Then I was wondering if we –,” he was cut in.

“Don’t have any imaginations about wooing me, all right?”

“Funny you should say that, Sheela. After all, this journey is going to be very long, trust me.”

“Yes, maybe,” she said with a tinge of sadness.

“Oh, I’m sorry,” he said, noticing her melancholic expression.

“It’s OK,” she said.

A moment later an air-hostess cleared their empty food packets. Several minutes later the plane landed in an obscure location. Nobody knew what place it was. The pilot didn’t even bother to announce that he was landing. Sometime later a few more passengers got on the plane. Every one of them had a confused expression on his/her face. They checked their tickets and found their seats.

Varun was clearly enjoying Sheela’s company very much. As they had occupied others’ seats, Varun was worried that they would be sent back to their places. If Sheela was worried about the same thing, she didn’t evince it. Fortunately for them, no such thing happened. In fact many seats were still unoccupied. There were going to be a few more stops on the way, they were sure.

“Had you ever seen an aeroplane like this before?” Sheela asked, crinkling her eyes.

“No. This is weird. A 3000-seater plane? And a black-coloured one?”

“Maybe these kinds of planes are meant to be for special purposes,” she said, looking around.

“I think so too,” he acquiesced.

“Crazy!”

A few minutes passed and Sheela still looked somber, pensive. Varun, in an attempt to perk her up, said, “You know what. I’m still not able to get over the idea of that woman reading Lifestyle magazine."

It did the trick. She chuckled. “She had it with her when she got on the plane.”

“I’m sure she did,” he said, with a sarcastic smile.

She shook her head, smiling; craned her neck to see the woman and started laughing hysterically as she turned towards him. They held each other’s hands and continued laughing.

“So, tell me,” Varun said when their laughter had subsided, “How did you get on this plane?”

He finally asked the question to which there was no easy answer. And thus began a conversation that would never end. They talked about their dreams, their desires, their fantasies, their parents and siblings and friends, their careers, and mainly, they talked about how they had lived……and died.

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Ego and Love!

2010-12-29T12:51:00.029+05:30

love is blind.

This is one of the stupidest statements I've ever heard.

If something makes you blind, you can’t call it ‘love,’ can you?

After looking at the title of this post, some of you might be thinking that love and ego are antonyms. I beg to differ. They go hand in hand. If one isn’t utterly selfish, he can’t love anybody truly and honestly. To be selfish, one must first have a ‘self.’ And having a true self is not easy. A selfish man is the one who isn’t concerned with others in any primary matter. His wishes, desires and dreams aren’t guided by others. He doesn’t need the approval of others. He doesn’t need the assurance of others that he is good, that his work is good. He lives for himself. He loves himself. He respects himself. This is why I say that only an utter egotist can love somebody honestly. If a person cannot respect himself, he can neither love nor respect others. So there is nothing called selfless love. And anything which is selfless is rotten, let alone love.

I often hear things like, “I can do ANYTHING for my girl,” “I have given my heart and soul to my boy,” etc. But giving one’s soul is the easiest thing in the world. Keeping it with oneself is difficult.

Let me narrate you an incident that took place some months ago. I was sitting in a coffee shop, waiting for my friend. A few tables away from me, a boy of my age was sitting, reading a book. Some time later, a drop dead crazy gorgeous girl walked into the coffee shop and to my envy she went and sat in front of the reading boy. Well, the boy said ‘hi,’ in a nonchalant way, and she apologized for coming late. The boy said it wasn’t a problem since he had his book for the company. Then our heroine got angry all of a sudden and said to him that she deliberately came late in order to know whether he was worried about her or not. She then mouthed some imprecations and walked out of the coffee shop furiously. And I was not jealous anymore, not because she walked out on the boy, but because I was happy for not having a person like her in my life. Let beauty be damned, I don’t want a bimbo for a lover.

This is what we get to see everywhere. The girl wears her boyfriend as her badge and the boy keeps his girlfriend as his champion’s trophy. And they call it love. True romantic love is only possible to people of unimpeachable self esteem. Now where was the girl’s self esteem in the above example?

One of the biggest fallacies is that love is a matter of heart and not the mind.

Let me tell you something: love is related to mind, and not heart in any way. It is NOT independent of reason and one cannot love anyone without being rational; it is a subject of values and only a rationally selfish man with the highest self esteem is capable of love, because it is only he who can hold his convictions and values firmly. If he cannot value himself, he cannot value others, and eventually cannot love anybody. Such is the nature of love. It is thus an expression of your highest values, and the greatest gift you receive for your chosen actions, your character of the highest kind, for the joy he/she receives from you through your virtues. It is definitely not blind, because it sees a lot.

Love is devoid of any pity or sympathy, contempt, self-sacrifice and compromise. These things never exist between people who are equal, and love can only exist between equals.

In love, there can only be reverence and glory.

A woman, in spite of being brilliant, leaves her job to take care of her family. Now this is not a compromise in any way, because her family comes above everything else. Her first priority is her family and not her job. She is doing it for her own happiness and for the love of her husband and children. She is utterly selfish and completely virtuous. On the contrary, if she places her job above her family and still gives it up, then it would be a compromise. And it is definitely not virtuous. It’s like saying, ‘Schedule your priorities. Don’t prioritize your schedules.’

If a man’s wife is suffering from a deadly disease and he spends all his money for her treatment and also leaves his job to take care of her at home, it is again not a compromise. He does it because he is an egotist. He can’t be happy if something happens to his wife. His wife comes above everything else. He does it for himself. He does it for his love for her.

Now, let me tell you what a compromise is.

A boy wants to go on a trip with his friends and have some fun. But his girlfriend doesn’t want him to go, because she wants him to be with her. He is cognizant of the fact that she is not sick, or depressed in anyway, but simply wants him to be with her. He succumbs and stays with her. He is unhappy for missing the trip, but he doesn’t show it. He doesn’t want her to know that he is unhappy, and he does it under the pretense of his so-called love for her. And this is called a compromise, which is certainly not virtuous. Compromise is a negative term, and not positive. What the boy did for his girlfriend is not love, but rotten dick-headedness. Anyone who compromises is a brute.

When a boy asks his girlfriend to change, say, a particular personality trait, her dressing style, her hair style, her friend circle, or anything else, she does it blindly, without a process of thinking. She thinks that giving up something (something that defines her identity) for him is 'love.' But only she doesn't know that it is not love, but slavery.

The biggest crime in the world, folks, is not murder, or extortion, or fraud, or rape, but having self-pity. All the other crimes I mentioned start from this single crime itself.

When a relationship ends in an awful way, some get into a state of melancholy and it is quite normal. They share it with their close ones, not to gain sympathy, but they just want to get it out of their systems. They never make any fuss about it, but deal it with dignity.

There are others who belong to another category: they start pitying themselves and start advertising their misfortunes, everywhere, with everyone (even with total strangers). They expect others to say that they are good and their exes are scumbags. They need ASSURANCE from OTHERS that everything is going to be all right. Their self esteem is breached, they start enjoying the attention they are getting from their sympathizers, and eventually they start enjoying that pain. Technically speaking, they become masochists. And masochism is a disease.

It’s people like these who are incapable of loving anyone, people without self esteem, people without integrity. These are the kind of people that always need others to guide their actions; their lives depend on others’ judgments. They never ask, ‘Am I correct?’ but all they ask is, ‘Am I correct in others’ eyes?’ Others’ opinions about them and their work matter a lot to them than their own. I agree sometimes some relationships do not work, and it causes some pain. But pain is not the reason to suspend the faculty of independent judgment. Pitying oneself is not going to get one anywhere. When a man starts having self-pity, he starts destroying himself. And how can a self-destructing man love anyone?

Now you understand why one needs to have an ego in order to have the capability of loving. Anything done for personal happiness is good (provided it doesn’t cause any disturbance, pain or embarrassment to others) and anything done to please others, no matter who they are, is despicable. It is slavery.

When I see a man looking at the sky, enjoying the cosmic beauty, with his head thrown back, it is the sight of the uplift of his head that fascinates me more than all that heavenly glory. But I get sick of that same uplift of head when I see him kneeling down in front of a girl, beseeching to accept his love. Love? Sorry, wrong usage of the word here.

So where does true love come from?

It can only come from a self-sufficient ego.

Now I would like to ask a question to all those Lailas and Majnoos who say, ‘I can do ANYTHING for my boy/girl’: Where is your ‘I’

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I humbly wish you all have lovers, and not girlfriends/boyfriends. Hope you get my drift

P.S. Having said the things I firmly believe in, I might still write funny stories where boys behave in a silly way in front of girls. But that would just be for pure fun and entertainment.

Does NAME matter?

2010-09-04T23:24:00.008+05:30

Names are a peculiar human trait. We build our lives around our name. A name which is given to us without our assent. A name which we are aware could make or break our social life. Ever heard of a guy name Muthuswamy rocking the party scene? No, right? But with a name like Rohan or Vicky, the same guy could be a party hopper with multiple girlfriends instead of the computer programmer/geologist/rocket or nuclear scientist he is today.

Names also lend themselves to much disintegration during childhood. For example Muthuswamy will never be treated with respect by the school bullies (usually named Vikram, Vicky, Vijay, Rohit or one of the more ‘hip’ names). Muthuswamy’s name will be dissected and much fun will happen at his expense. Muthuswamy’s friends will call him Muthu. The bullies will call him a shorter name which will leave poor Muthuswamy scarred for life. I came across a true story: There was a guy in school whose name was such. 6-7 years of that torture and he decided to have his name legally changed. He was renamed Kaushik. The bullies responded by calling him "Cowshit".

Now, let us do an imagining exercise. Right. Close your eyes. But then, how will you read this? Right then, don’t close your eyes. Your eyes are important to this blog. Imagine if you will, Muthuswamy. What is the image that comes to your mind? I know. Fat, dark guy with snot in his nose and oil in his hair. Right? Absolutely. It wont matter if the kid is thin, fair as milk and his nose is clean as a whistle. All that matters is that people who hear that name think of the fat, dark kid. Now imagine Vikram. Tall, strapping young guy with a close up smile, right? Won’t matter if he’s a short, fat guy with a smile that can break mirrors. People who hear that name will think of the former. The power of names. Quite something, right?

Muthuswamy will also face the curse of the funny name while in college. The college studs will ridicule his name in order to impress the girls. To the girls, Muthuswamy might as well not exist and they will remember Muthuswamy only when there are notes to be had. Muthuswamy will not be boyfriend material because of his name* but he will be friend material because of his class notes.

Muthuswamy will also be unlucky in love. The girl he finally proposes to will say no. Not because of any inherent problem with Muthuswamy. Its just that being called Muthuswamy’s girlfriend is not exactly cool. Muthuswamy will finally settle down with some girl his parents choose for him.

But its not all bad for Muthuswamy. Due to his name, Muthuswamy is most likely to go on to top his school, college and university. His name might cause him to be ridiculed on the social circuit, but it is pure gold on the education circuit. He is most likely to get a plum job, a house, a car and most likely to become a millionaire fastest among than his peers. Muthuswamy will not have to endure the perils of relationships, because his name predisposes him to an arranged marriage. Vikram/Vicky is most likely to become a struggling model/actor/BPO guy or star on Emotional Atyachaar and have a string of relationships. Marry divorce, remarry, divorce etc. His name predisposes him to such things. Such is the power of names.

So, parents or would be parents will do well to know this. Naming your kid is a very important event. What name you give them will decide what direction their future goes. Not really. All this is my theory, which may or may not be true. But try not to name your kid Muthuswamy or Rameshwaram Murthy or Perunambiar or Kuppaithotty. It will save many counselling sessions.
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*not always true. A girl named Lakshmipriya might find his name charming.
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The video which planted the seeds of this post:

Of your Love!

2010-08-11T22:23:00.003+05:30

How many times I wondered,
And in darkness I pondered-
Will it ever happen to me?
Will I ever knowingly see?

How you feel to be touched

From nearness to be watched
How you lovingly smile;
And speak in a silent while

Or just walk together
With a silent laughter
How I waited for years
And counted those hours

With just a hope of promise
Of your love and my bliss

Now the tranquility is out of reach

Alacrity is what now I search!

The Message! Part-1

2010-07-17T19:55:00.004+05:30

All characters and events depicted in this post are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely and completely coincidental.

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It was cold December night and there was complete silence all over. Mahesh and Rajneesh had decided to dig the grave, one had pick-axe and other a shovel. It was around 2 in the night, and they had dug 8 feet deep hole. Sometime later when shovel struck the ground it made contact with a metal and produced a sharp sound which echoed in the silence night. This was the sweetest sound they had ever heard. They rejoiced and danced like little kids.

"what do we do?" asked Mahesh

"Obviously take it and run" Rajneesh replied.

"Not so soon boys.." said a third voice.

There stood a fat plump middle aged whiskered fellow, in a khaki uniform looking down the grave smiling sarcastically.

***

Sadashiv had dedicated his entire life to rob banks, people and houses. He had started off as a petty thief, and very soon grew to become one of the biggest and the most evasive robbers of the country. He was never caught. Now lying on his death bed, he called his five sons. They were robbers too.

Sadashiv was always at the peak of his career and amassed a lot of wealth. The time had come to inherit to their sons. But Sadashiv had already told his sons that he would be giving his riches to only one, the one that was better than remaining four.

Every one of them had tried his level best to prove his mettle in the business of robbing. Everyone fared well, which only made it difficult for Sadashiv to decide on one. The old man did the unthinkable. On a piece of paper he wrote a message and passed it to his sons. A minute later, he took his last breath.

The message simply said,

Bob,
I know I’m going to die. Take care of my lucky cat.

Upon reading it, everyone, except the youngest, tore it and threw it away, for it didn’t make any sense to them, and thought that their father had gone crazy during his last days. One of them even vented out his anger: “His lucky cat died 5 years ago, and he wants us to take care of it now? And who the hell is Bob, anyway? Damn the old man.”

In spite of not knowing what the message said, the youngest son kept it. He was the only one who loved and respected his father very much. Ten years from now, the youngest son would be recruiting two young bright boys, and one of them would unfold the mystery of the last message given by the old man.

***

Most of them were sweating. It’s not that the AC wasn’t working, but the heat of tension had subjugated its cooling effect. None of them were in such a predicament before, for such a thing had never happened until then. They looked scared and helpless, but they didn’t look hopeful. They were almost convinced that the help wasn’t coming. The only two people that neither looked scared nor helpless were Mahesh and Rajneesh, because for them, hope lay in what was happening.

The job had to be done flawlessly. If anything went slightly wrong, they would end up in a big trouble and they very well knew it. They were inside the Bank of Baroda – one of the most prestigious banks.

Everyone in the Bank was held at gun point, except for Mahesh and Rajneesh, because they were the ones who held the guns.

15 minutes later, having executed their job perfectly, they were out of the bank. But what surprised the manager of the bank was that they were interested in only one locker, which had a small package. Apart from that they hadn’t taken a single rupee.

***

Shambunath, the leader of the gang was congratulating the young lads who had done the job for him. They were recently recruited and had shown lot of talent.

"So tell me Mahesh, how were you able to find out?" he asked.

Mahesh, an engineering college dropout, had unraveled the mystery of the message that Shambunath had got from his father ten years ago. He was carrying that slip of paper since then.

"well boss, your father was not telling about any lucky cat. But if you look closely some of the letters are italicized"

Shambunath took out the slip of paper once again from his shirt pocket. He had observed the italicized letters of course, but was never able to find out their significance. He observed again, carefully.

The message said:

BOB,
I know I’m going to die. Take care of my lucky CAT.

“Yeah, I know. What about them?”

“The italicized letters are: knooecrl. Right? Now if you just re-arrange those letters you’ll get ‘locker no,’” explained Mahesh.

The boss raised his eyebrows, leaned forward, and said, “Continue.”

“So now what’s the locker no? It’s CAT. It’s in capitals. See that? If you assign a number to each of the 26 alphabets in English, the value of CAT will be 3120. So it’s locker no. 3120.”

“Wow! Why didn’t I get it in all these years?! And the message was addressed to BOB, which of course is Bank of Baroda. I thought Bob was a person.”

He then patted the backs of the young lads and said, “You will be generously rewarded, my boys.”

***

Inspector Rajdeep Singh, lit a cigarette and took a drag.

"We have already told you. There wasn't anything in the package except for a watch and Rs. 2200" Rajneesh said taking out four 500 rupee note and two 100 rupee note.

"fine.. why are you digging then ground then?"

"Its nothing.. Really.."

The inspector butted out his cigarette, jumped into the pit, took the shovel and struck the ground, which again produced a sound. He looked up and stared at the two men. Having demonstrated his animosity towards their lies, he got out of the pit.

“Well, are you going to say what this is is all about? Or do you wish to go to prison?”

***

Mahesh was maddened by the injustice done to him and Rajneesh by their boss. The package they had stolen from the bank had only two things: a gold and diamond studded Patek Philippe watch with 18 complications, which was worth at least Rs. 30 lakhs. Apart from the watch there was Rs. 2200/-

Shambunath had kept the watch and given them Rs. 2200.

“Can’t even buy a decent pair of jeans with this,” Mahesh hollered when they reached home. Rajneesh didn’t try to appease him, as he very well knew it was not going to help.

Mahesh couldn’t sleep and kept on cursing his boss, but something struck him at around one in the night. He woke Rajneesh up.

“I think we have hit the jackpot.”

And when Mahesh explained what he had found out, Rajneesh shouted and screamed and danced and sang and clapped. That very moment they headed towards the grave yard – to dig through their way to riches.

Contd..

The Message! Part-2

2010-07-17T19:45:00.003+05:30

Inspector Rajdeep singh was one of the most corrupt officials in the country. He had account of all the robbers in the town but never arrested them. He always used to take share from them, and leave them free giving warning. Word was out that two young men had robbed the bank early in the morning. When he went to the bank and asked around, it became clear to him that the robbers were Mahesh and Rajneesh. Since the moment he had found out, he had placed a constable near their house. When the constable called him up and said that they were headed somewhere in the middle of the night, he had asked him to follow. And now he had them.

"I'm pretty sure boss's father's property is hidden here." said mahesh

"how can you say that?"

"The old man not only wanted his able son to inherit watch, but also all his riches" he said

"But you said, there were only 2200 rupees in the package!" said the inspector baffled by the situation. A moment later he realized Mahesh was talking about the same money.

"I don't understand" said the inspector

Then Rajneesh gave the money to the inspector.

“An address is hidden there – address to here. This graveyard. This very grave,” said Mahesh, stamping his foot on the ground. The inspector crinkled his eyes.

“Hold these 500 rupee notes, and tell me what is NOT common between them.”

“Serial numbers?” asked the inspector.

“Damn right, you are. Serial numbers. I was a bit perplexed in the beginning. Why would the old man keep just Rs. 2200 in a locker? That too 6 mutilated notes! Then it got me thinking. Serial numbers!”

Mahesh paused for a moment and then continued.

“The serial numbers of 500 rupee notes are RST 030821, YST 011404, 4ST 180308 and 1ST 180523. Observe something?”

The inspector shook his head.

Mahesh continued. “Leave the series and observe only the numbers. Assign a letter of English to the first two numbers in each serial number. 03=C, 08=H, and 21=U. Next, 01=A, 14=N, 04=D. Then, 18=R, 03=C, 08=H. And finally, 18=R, 05=E, and 23=W. So, it’s CHU, AND, RCH, and REW. This is the order in which I held the notes. They didn’t make any sense to me then, but later on when I re-arranged them, I got “ANDREW CHURCH.”

“Go on,” said the inspector.

“Well, now observe the series. All the notes have the series ST. So, it has to be St. Andrew’s Church. Now which church exactly? There could be more than one. Now notice the very first letter or alphabet of the series: R, Y, 4 and 1. 1 and 4 give the values A and D. Again re-arrange the letters and you’ll get YARD. Graveyard! This is the only St. Andrew’s Church in the city, which has a graveyard.”

Silence reigned supreme again. None of the three spoke for the next few seconds.

“Phew! That’s some analysis. But how did you find out the exact grave?” asked the inspector.

“Look at those two 100 rupee notes. 0MN 101505 and 0MN 720096. They say MN JOE, 1972-1996. The first digit of the series, which is 0, has no value of course,” Mahesh finished explaining.

This was too much for the inspector to digest.

A minute later they picked up their shovel and pickaxe again, and dug until it became easier for them to lift the big metal box, which was buried for ten years or more.

Everyone took a deep breath and broke open the lock of the box.

“Let’s do it,” said Mahesh, and lifted the lid.

***

They were staring at the contents in mute amazement. There were two other small boxes. And when Mahesh opened them, their hearts skipped a beat. It took them almost 2 minutes to recuperate.

“How much is it worth?” asked Rajneesh, not taking his eyes off the contents.

“Minimum 30,” said the inspector.

“Lakhs?” asked Rajneesh innocently.

The inspector shook his head vigorously and said, “Crores, you moron.”

Finally, they decided to split it. The inspector demanded 50% of the share and got it. Mahesh and Rajneesh argued in the beginning, but they later agreed as they didn’t want to go to prison.

"Now, take your share and run as if you’ve never run before. And remember. Never come back,” said the inspector, packing his ‘precious’ little black bag.

Inspector Rajdeep Singh then turned and wended his way out of the graveyard.

“Damn it, man. Why the hell should he get so much?” Rajneesh was enraged.

“Keep still. We’ll figure out something soon.”

***

Few days later, Inspector Rajdeep Singh's house was robbed. Nothing was taken except that little black bag. The robbers perfectly knew about the bag’s whereabouts, because they had dealt with him many times in the past and knew how to think like him.

The inspector felt a raging thirst to kill the robbers. His ‘precious’ little black bag was gone. But what he didn’t know then was that it was just the beginning.

The next day, LokAyukta, the anti-government corruption organization of Karnataka, raided Inspector Singh's house. To his shock, the officials knew exactly where to search. They went straight to the bathroom, and pulled open the top shelf. And there it was; a small messenger bag, and in it were 20 lakh rupees in cash, a few biscuits of solid gold, and 2 small diamond stones. He was aghast. He hadn’t kept it. But he knew who had set him up. A week later he was given a permanent leave from his job.

***

Exactly one month later, Rajdeep Singh received an anonymous letter. It read:

Dear Singh,

In spite of all the dirty things you’ve done, we still think you deserve something.

So, here’s the code: 84748 843 7263 47283 24246.

Decipher it and get your share. Good luck!

P.S. If you don’t take it within 6 months from today, we’ll retrieve it back.

Yours sincerely,
MR

Forty-two attempts!

2010-05-21T16:50:00.010+05:30

Well folks, I’m back with one more story. All characters and events depicted in this post are fictional, and any resemblance to persons living, dead, or fictional or situations past, present, or fictional is purely and completely coincidental.

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All I can see is a white sheet of paper in front of me. For the first time ever, I was about to write a love letter. One hour had passed and I’m still not able to think anything. I never realized it could be such a Herculean task. Well, love stories never fascinated me on screen or in print. But it doesn’t mean that I cannot fall in love. And yes that’s what happened: I fell in love. But I never thought it’s after effects would be so tiresome and fatigued.

I never knew one day I would be sitting in front of my desk at night 1am and would be writing letter to my love Aarthi. When my friends used to write such things I used to say “That’s ridiculous”. But now I had to.

When I proposed to Aarthi, she flinched and asked me “What kind of proposal was that?” I thought I had done it in a romantic way, but later her expressions said it all. But now I’ve learnt my lesson. Let me tell you something, proposing a girl is like selling a product. Product should be good, if not, atleast packaging should be done neat and clean with lot of embellishments. Infact today Packaging is all that works. And of course, how you ‘sell’ your product is more important than the ‘product’ itself. But in my case, Product, packaging and selling were not good. Hence the question “What kind of proposal was that??”

“Uh... What else you expect me to do??” I had asked

“You come to me like a moron and say you love me, and you expect me to accept your proposal”? Just like that? “

“But Aarthi, I cannot do all those filmy things. It’s so yucky! Ok how about me getting you a Bourneville now?” I winked.

“Shut up! Ok atleast write me a love letter – on a sheet of paper.”

“What? Love letter? You must be kidding me. We are living in a digital world Aarthi, for heavens’ sake”

“Whatever, but I’m old fashioned you see.” She said and walked away smiling to herself.

I knew she was a pragmatic girl. But you see girl is a ‘girl’, a special kind of species with X chromosomes. That’s why all these nakhras. She was trying to be foolishly romantic. Anyways I had accepted the challenge. “You want me to write a love letter? Fine. It’s just a piece of cake on a piece of paper.” I had said to myself to boost my confidence.

I saw the clock; it was half past one in the night. Blank sheet in front of me reflected the complete state of my mind. I went out to my balcony, and then came back. Threw my pen on the cot and got it back again. Went near the door and swiveled. Again came back to my table picking my pen up. I had to write it at any cost.

“Ok. Let’s do it!” I said that to no one in particular. Not even to myself. I was baffled and a confused soul.

“Dear Aarthi…” I wrote after five full minutes of contemplating.

“Goddamn it!” I cursed my self. “Dear Aarthi…” was way too formal. I crumpled the paper and threw it in the dustbin.

Then I thought “Dearest Aarthi…” and wrote it on the sheet of paper.

No way! Rule no 1: Never try too hard to please a girl. Be natural.

Then that sheet of paper too ended in the dustbin. I thought to myself and again wrote “Aarthi, my love”. Wasn’t that overly romantic? I didn’t really know. Without thinking much, I crumpled that paper and threw into the dustbin.

I was getting frustrated. Why don’t they accept the proposal just like that? I guess it’s one of the Rules of chicks ‘When a boy proposes to you, never accept it immediately’

Finally on a new sheet of paper I wrote, “My love”. This sounded better and I was finally convinced. Now I started writing the body of the letter.

“You are one of the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen…” I stopped writing and analyzed the sentence. No ways! Sheela was more beautiful than Aarthi. Love letter should always be honest. So I threw the paper again.

I changed the whole format I wrote “Dearest, Its not that I think you are the most beautiful girl in this world. There are certainly many babes around, but whenever I see you or talk to you or simply be with you or hear your voice or look at those beautiful eyes and many other things I can’t mention, my mind attains its state of tranquility. You are not the girl of my dreams, but the girl of my life, my reality”

After all these attempts I felicitated myself “wah! Splendid!” But soon I got skeptical. “There are certainly many babes around...?” No. What was I thinking? This wasn’t working out right. I again crumpled the paper and threw into the dustbin, Lebron James type. Wohoo!! It was a two pointer.

Three hours passed and dustbin was filling up. None of the letter was worthy enough to make it inside envelope. Finally even the envelope ended in the dustbin. I knew she too had feelings for me. But even she couldn’t have helped it I guess. She was bound by the rules.

I had given up. No more of this love letter business. It’s not my cup of tea. Then, I threw all my paper in dustbin and cleared the table. I was in deep somnolence and started walking back to my bed.

Suddenly something flashed to my mind, and I did the Unthinkable.

Next day I got message from Aarthi that she would be arriving to my room at 6pm. I combed my hair, wore cologne, my favorite t-shirt and jeans, and waited for her with curbed breath. I knew she was going to blast me. But it didn’t matter to me because, I had tried my best, and this is all I can do.

The previous day, I had mailed her a package. I had decorated it with lot of embellishments too. And in it, were all the crumpled balls of paper – the proof of my futile attempts to write her a love letter. That was my idea of telling her that I had tried my best. I think probably no boy in this world has ever tried to do as crazy as a thing like this. Now which boy wants his girl to read the trial versions of his love letter?! Well, I was an exception. This would go down in the history of love letter writing, I was sure. An example of what a boy shouldn’t do – should never do.

I was about to be proved wrong.

Aarthi came to my room and didn’t utter a single word. In my attempt to impress her I had forgotten to clean my room. Clothes, DVDs, CDs, empty beer bottles, etc. everything were thrown around. My room was at its filthiest best.

I picked up my clothes and made some space for her. Then I went to pick up empty beer bottles and she stopped me “That’s alright.”

We sat diagonally opposite to each other. I knew she was furious for what I did “Listen Aarthi, I’m really sorry for what I did. I couldn’t think straight. You know I’m very straight guy… Damn! Of course I’m straight. I mean writing love letter is not of my type you know. I tried my level best. I know I’m not romantic enough to.. “

"Who said you are not romantic?” she said, cutting me off.

“Huh??” I was flabbergasted.

“You know, if you had written a flowery love letter for me, I would have surely puked.” She said.

“But… but you said me to write one!”

“Well, I was curious to know of course. Even if you’d told me directly that you were not going to try it, I’d not have bothered”

I arched my brows, I crinkled my eyes, I frowned, I smirked, I scratched my head – I was utterly baffled.

She giggled.

“Hmm… so you read all those I sent you? Please tell me you didn’t.” I finally said thinking by sending that package I did a big mistake.

“Yes, I read all the forty-two attempts.” She said and laughed.

Oh damn! What have I done?!

She moved closer to me and said “You know what; when one writes a love letter, his true feelings are manifested on those papers that end up in a wastebasket. The final edition is always sugary, but unfortunately, it isn’t sweet. It’s just a vague attempt to impress the reader. A girl like me can easily look through it. I am fortunate to have known what you really feel about me,” she stopped for a moment and then continued, “And I don’t think you’ll ever be able say those things you desperately tried to say in those letters. I am perfectly ok with it,” she said, ruffling my hair.

I sat there speechless. She smiled. And what a smile it was! Her full scarlet lips broke into a beautiful curve as a twinkle came into her forget-me-not eyes. It was similar to seeing a red rose blooming on an early dew-filled morning

Then she gave a winsome smile and asked me “Aren’t you going to say anything?”

I struck a pose by cradling my chin with my thumb and forefinger, and said, “Well, is it necessary?”

“Well, I think not,” she said and gave me a wink.

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Escape from the Reality! (Part-1)

2010-05-07T22:35:00.006+05:30

He could feel his heart beating. His hands were swithering as he could see nothing in front of him. He was standing at the edge of the Tippu Drop, Nandi Hills. The gushy air current hit his face and he could feel the death calling him. He had given all his hopes and had made up his mind to leave this wonderful world. He was just 20yrs like me and you. He was stranded in apathy and could envision the entire bad things happened to him recently. He knew his time had come. With shivering legs he moved his right leg forward... Suddenly he could hear a harsh voice coming from behind.

"Hey you! stop right there my son. What do you think you are doing?"

To his bewilderment he turned back and saw a man in his late 70's wearing a monkey cap covering his ears, baggy jeans, striped shirt which was bit torn here and there and worn out shoe.

"Stop right there old man! Don't you dare to come near me. I've decided not to live in this world anymore. You cannot stop me.. just go away."

"Alright Daksh. I'm not going to stop y0u. Why don't you procrastinate your suicidal attempt and talk to me for few minutes."

He was dumbfounded and his mind was thunderstruck.
"What the hell! How in this earth did you get to know my name?" awestruck Daksh asked the old man.

"Calm down my son. I know everyone's name is this world. I'm the one who created you." man said in his gentle voice.

"You think I'm gone mad here?? Someone just stops me before I jump and tells he is a god. Am I looking like a lunatic person to you?" said Daksh angrily.

Without raising his voice the man continued "Daksh, I'm lord Brahma. I'm the one who created mankind and this huge universe."

Daksh burst out laughing "hahaha.. Lord brahma??" pointing to him "Lord brahma in this attire with torn out baggy jeans?? hahaha.. now where are your other faces? Is it virtually hidden?"

Brahma without getting tempestuous "Son! Why do you believe what others say? Have you ever seen brahma with your naked eye before? People just assume things and write it. Can you show me evidence that brahma existed with four heads? Its all bullshit. Its me, the cool dude lord brahma!"

Daksh amused by brahma's words "wow! can't really believe. I'm really gonna become a maniac. hahaha.." his eyes rolled and sat there awestricken.

Brahma asked "Now Daksh tell me why were you trying something of this sort with your life? What made you do this?" with his eyebrows raised.

"I don't know. I mean there's lot of things which are frustrating me. This sick society, Corrupted politicians, frauds, cheaters, and beguilers. Last week I had participated in University level Debate competition. I had given my best shot and was well appreciated too. But the prize went to the college who hosted this event. I had seen that guy's performance, he was stammering a lot and didn't even deserve a prize. Judges, prize.. oh god.. everything is fixed and rigged up. I attended a placement interview and everyone were quite impressed the way I handled the proceedings. But later, voila! 'better luck next time'.. this is what I got. The girl whom I loved so much betrayed me. Politicians are corrupted, everyone thinks for their own benefit, I hate my country. This is not going to change or rather no is going to change. I can never sustain in this society with dignity. Even my kids might end up one day being a terrorist. I want to end here itself." Daksh with his disgruntled voice, threw a stone and started to weep.

Brahma said "Son, Come out of your misconceptions. Don't blame the society or politicians or people, blame yourself. You cannot change the things around you. Even if you become president or prime minister, you cannot fully change the minds of people. The change should be within you. First you should change and start thinking positively. You should spread the positive energy among everyone. Isn't there any single thing which has made you happy with your life? Aren't there any moments you would like to cherish every moment?? Have you thought about your mom and dad? They love you each and every single moment."

Daksh stopped him "Its not about me. I cannot survive in this bought, debased, corrupted and profaned community. May be I'm not suitable for this world. My intellectuals are completely different. huh!" sighed.

"This is the balance of nature. Good and Bad co-exist. You've to experience everything in your life the way it comes. Death should come in search of you. You shouldn't be going in search of death. Wake up my son, there is lot to achieve in this world for you. Okay, I know what you are still thinking. Just close your eyes." brahma said this and started muttering something.

contd...

Escape from the Reality! (Part-2)

2010-05-07T21:00:00.005+05:30

Now Daksh wakes up from his bed with strange and unusual feeling. He switches on the TV. The main headlines on Television was 'Osama Bin Laden surrendered'. He was in a state of shock. The world was completely changed. All the politicians who had black money in their swiss accounts just revealed it and gave all the money to the government. Rivalary between India-Pak had ended and now they've become bhai-bhai. Terrorism is completely deracinated and extirpated. There was no job for soldiers as peace prevailed everywhere and they were sent back home. All criminals surrendered and their heart had become pure. There was no need of police in the society. All the wepon industry were shut down. No more nuclear reactors and wepons. The economy of the country decreased drastically. Government of few countries had lot of money didn't know where to spend, so for each citezen they paid some amount every month. It was sufficient enough for few people and they never went for the job. The situation had become so lethargic. There was no competation amongst the people. Most of the schools and colleges were shut down. They couldn't find people who can come forward and drive bus on street.

Daksh couldn't bear this anymore. He shouted closing his ears and eyes. He just wanted to get out of there. When he opened his eyes, Brahma was standing before him.

"What the hell is going on? I mean why all the bad people became good? I'm not understanding. Can you educate me?" Daksh asked thwartingly.

"This is what you needed right? A place without corruption. A place where there's no fraud happening, everyone are good, no more imposters. This must have been an utopia for you. Wasn't it my son?" said brahma with a smirk.

Daksh Just collapsed there dumbstruk and flummoxed. He didn't know what to say. His mind was boggling with random thoughts.

Brahma contiued "Son, there is something which you must know. You will never get what you expect. If you want something, you've to create it. The good and bad is in your hands. If you create good, there is someone who will create exactly opposite of it. Rather than expecting from the world, its you who have to contribute for the global prosperity and integrity. Blaming others for your failure makes you a loser. You've to live with it son, that's life! If you run away do you think anything is going to change? It doesnt' matter if you don't believe in me, but believe yourself. You can try, but you can't escape, from this world, from yourself, from the real truth. Now that you are dragged into this game, DEAL with it, in your own style. Live and let live."

Brahma gave a big hug to Daksh and vanished. Daksh stood there, marveling at what he had just heard and experienced. As silence sang in the air, a small gust of cool breeze caressed his face. He looked at the night sky which was covered with a blanket of darkness. But it didn't matter him anymore, as he had found the light.

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Movie Clichés!

2010-04-05T22:02:00.009+05:30

Are you a movie freak? If so, you would have experienced the same, what I'll be penning down now. I've been watching lot of kannada and hindi movies lately and this is what I learnt from it.

Before I start, statutory warning for all the readers.

"WATCHING EXCESS KANNADA AND HINDI MOVIES IS INJURIOUS AND NOXIOUS TO THE MENTAL AND PHYSICAL HEALTH".

1. If there is a sewing machine in someone’s house, it means they are poor. There is always an unmarried sister or a sick mother in the house.

2. If a woman is walking alone in a white saree and there is fog around her, she is a ghost.

3. If a woman has green eyes, she is actually a snake.

4. If a rich girl and a poor boy meet, they will definitely fall in love and eventually get married. Or else, they will suicide.

5. Two people can’t just play snooker without anything significant happening. A cunning scheme has to be plotted, or an argument must take place, usually about ethics or morals. If a person pots a ball, he is usually the winner of the argument. Or he is the one who comes up with the cunning plan.

6. If you see the feet of a little boy who is running in the first scene, he is going to grow up soon. And he usually runs to Bombay, or any other city to earn his living. And soon after that, he becomes filthy rich.

7. If someone has a drink, their speech becomes slurred and boisterous. They drive dangerously or end up getting beaten up. No one in a movie can have a drink without getting absolutely plastered. Even a sip of diluted breezer is enough to reduce the heroine to an incoherent burbling mess at a party where she would subsequently become an embarrassment to her father or husband, who would then give her mute, constipated looks of anger as she is singing in a slutty voice, usually with the cleavage showing. There is no other way a woman can have a drink

8. No one dies or gets hospitalized during a song. They show hero or heroin slightly drifting towards the sky showing all kinds of feelings and suddenly they land up near the opposite sex.

9. If a girl and a boy sing a song at the age of 5 and suppose they get separated, they will remember that tune until they turn 25. And their destiny is always scripted. That girl will definitely meet that boy and fall in love or get married.

10. If it rains when two people are walking, there is no way they cannot fall in love with each other.

11. There are no traffic signals in car chases. No one runs out of fuel.

12. Right after the hero rescues a girl after a rape attempt, he will either make her his girlfriend or his sister - depends on how hot she is.

13. Always, first hero falls for the trap of villain. He get beaten up and still he manages to kick some 20 butts. But the villains get enervated by just a single punch.

14. No matter how the twist in the story is, heroin always gets kidnapped by the villains. They use her as trump card, so that hero comes for the rescue.

15. 10 people shoot the hero, but still he manages to escape the raining of bullets. But the hero shoots only one bullet to each villain and bang!! He is a dead person..

Can you think of some more clichés? If so, write it in the comment box. This post is meant for educational and humor purposes only. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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The Dark Secret Revealed!

2010-03-05T23:24:00.020+05:30

It all started on the day when I had a small brown ball (almost a ball) of certain thickness in my hand. It was bit sticky and slightly elastic. 20 seconds into it and a suffocating quantity of highly corrosive and potentially pathogenic fluid starts to pour out of every available orifice. Fluid surrounds the material, and the upper part of the material etches away. Now the thickness of the material gets reduced for every 10seconds by a micron. This rate increases exponentially, and the old fluid gets replenished by a new fluid.

The old fluid drains out and remains are left in the chamber sorroundings. The new rejuvenated and fervent fluid can never fill the chamber because, the rate of old fluid draining out is faster than the newly generated ecstatic fluid. By this time only one half of the material will be etched. Its now time to drain the fluid, and flip the material over.

Now the process of draining out continues for a while and finally when the enough material get etched out, the dark, smooth, mellifluous, and bitter paste oozes out. This un-fermented paste is located in the core region of the material. Without etching the material, this region cannot be accessed. This new paste has to be sucked by creating low pressure region in the inner depths of the chamber.

The fluid, excited by the fresh oozing goo, helps initiate and hasten the flow of the thick paste. It helps by slowly dissolving the paste, making it a liquid and again raises the buds on the floor of the chamber.

Now the etched material gets reflected from the chambers and finally it gets crushed. The remains are drained out and certain materials raise certain buds while some other materials raise some other buds.

With this material, the buds at the front tip are raised and they pick up the dissolved material. The buds reach their highest peak when the goo oozes out and that's when you realize you have just a few more seconds before your chocolate completely melts in your mouth.

This is how a jobless freak describes the way he eats his chocoliebe.

Lost..

2010-01-25T23:28:00.004+05:30

I felt stranded in the ocean
Waves lashing by,
Reflecting the nauseating sun
With Davy Jones’s chest calling me
With the lonely islands beckoning for company

This way or that
Where to go??

Here, there or nowhere
The world’s a big sphere – no corners, no ends

I'm Marooned with Jack Sparrow's Compass!

I walk the path –A path created
Or should I take a path unknown – a path I create
The path of forks, twists, turns and bends..

Obstacles plenty trip me down
Raging mountains and clouding forests
Evil forces of darkness found

Too much to listen

Too much to see

Baffled by the alternatives

I look at the senseless logic...trying to create sense

hope I'm followed by an albatross!

O! Mighty one
Let the lights on – the fire alight
Let the path glow
Shining through the forests
Lest there be darkness and puzzled faces
Wondering just where to go?
All lost in this world of yours…

Reminiscence of my life!

2010-01-09T20:21:00.019+05:30

My mom came to me and said "chinnu..huttidhabbake hosa batte yavaga togothyo?(When are you going to buy new clothes for your birthday)" As soon as I heard the word "huttidhabba(birthday)" my mind started rambling and all my past memories just flashed into me. My birthday is on 17th of January, and just 7 days of 'teen' life is left. Over the past 10 years, birthdays have not been a special occasion, as it used to be when I was a toddler.

I remember as a child, my birthday used to be a special ocassion with new set of clothes and shoes to wear, mom's special delicacies to feed on and lots and lots of gifts. I used to get good amount of money as well to which used to make my piggy bank heavier. Coloured balloons decorating the hall, Mickey Mouse shaped(almost) cake, colourful candles, varities of food and my mom used to make "Vermicelli Kheer" which is my all time favorite. There used to be entire gang of bachcha party singing the birthday jingle. When I close my eyes, I recall happiest days of my life as child. Those were the days of innocence, fun and frolic. I still remember, the whole gang of my friends used to form like a train and run all over the house, and I used to be the engine. 20 years ago, a baby boy was escorted into the world, crying loud enough for a deaf man to get a pair of earmuffs lest his eardrums go tattered. After all it’s the mom's job to tell me that unless I kept quiet gumma barthe.

(from right, 2nd one)

As months rolled, I grew up into a normal kid, who thought thumb is god given candy, so I hogged on it. I used to toddle all around the drawing room, and finally end up sitting on the lap of my granny. It was one of the wierdest experience when my mom put a frock to me and took the snap. I guess at that time, I didn't know it was girl's clothes and I enjoyed wearing it. If you are wondering from where did frock come, it was my sister's. Even she helped my mom in dressing me. duh! As the days passed by a young toddler turned into a naughty lad who used to take pleasure in destructing any random object available. Any new item brought to me, never sustained for more than two days and that saga continues even today. My mom still scolds me, "neenu haLmadakke huttirodu(you are born only for causing damage)"

I spent next phase of my life in Bombay. My dad used to work in Kalyan, and there was a play ground next to my apartment. I can speak Hindi quite well, so I managed to get some good number of friends over there. The general timepass would be flying kites and playing high catches. I used to make Kite myself and with that I used to make it fly higher than any others. At that time, tennis ball wasn't a huge hit, but rubber ball was! Always I used to lose that rubber ball and ask my dad Rs.6 for buying a new one. One fine afternoon, when me and my friends were playing high catches, the ball fell into a huge sewage river which used to flow next to the ground. I made a brave attempt to get inside that and my whole body was covered with @#$%&*. Even after herculean effort, I couldn't take the ball out of it as my hand wasn't reaching it. That evening, it was just spankings from my mom. Getting into local trains in bombay is like getting gold medal in olympics. It was just pushing and pulling. Sometimes if you stand amidst the crowd, they automatically make you get into the train. I was very much fascinated by these acts and one day unknowingly I left my apartment and went to Railway Station alone which was at a walkable distance. At that time, I guess my age was 7yrs. Red colour train was more fascinating and I just went in and sat inside. Didn't even know what I was doing and where that train was going to. All thanks to almighty, my dad somehow guessed that I would be in railway station and after asking all the people and searching the whole platfrom, they found me. I still imagine what would be my position today if that train had left? what if my dad never found me? where would I be today? When I think this, it fears me even today. Well, its all past now and I thank the great almighty for staying with me always.

(from right, 2nd one)

After returning from Bombay, my life was just plain and simple. Used to go to trip yearly and spend most of the time slogging hard for getting good rank(never got though). Then two years of my college life went in vain studying for entrance exams. I couldn't clear any of those and finally ended somehow in BNMIT. Now I'm in pre-final year and next year I'm going to pass out and hopefully become more responsible. On 17th I turn 20, and I wish I could carry myself back to those fun filled days when having fun was more important than feeding the ego, grandfather's stories which was much more scarier than our assignments and exams, when dad’s shoulders were the highest place in the world, the annual visits to the circus/zoos. While I jotted these memories, I clutched my childhood close and left the chaotic present for a while only to realize that we cant get back what we have already passed.

Profanity redefined!!

2009-12-04T21:37:00.007+05:30

Have you ever been the victim of profanity?? Well, I never use fucking profanity. Not even in my fucking narration, stories, blogs, and not even in my fucking everyday life. There are some noble souls out there, who take extreme pride in using it, and they use it fucking extensively. The resplendent word 'FUCK' appears in every sentence they use. There was a time when 'SHIT' was very popular, but now its been replaced by 'FUCK'. I wonder which word will replace this in future(my imagination already running wild). Well, there was a time once we used to raise our fucking eyebrows when somebody used to use this word, but now we raise our eyebrows if one doesn't use it. Isn't it a fucking irony?? Ah!

My own personal experiences with so many fucking uncultured and uncivilized people who use this beautiful word all the time really inspired me to find out more about it. So I started digging wiki, webster, etc. and eventually I found out some fucking etymological facts. I'm posting 3 different stories, and which one is true, you've to find it out for yourself!

1. In ancient England a person could not have sex unless he had the consent of the King (or unless he was in the Royal Family). When people wanted to have a baby, they first had to get the consent of the King; the King then gave them a placard that they hung on their door while having sex. The placard had F.U.C.K. (Fornication Under the Consent of the King) written on it.

2. F.U.C.K. originated in the 1800s in London, when someone would be punished for prostitution. It was an acronym for the words, “For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge.” These words were written on the cells that held these criminals. Some time later the officers got sick and tired of writing these words, so they abbreviated to F.U.C.K. Later on they just started writing FUCK (without full stops).

The third one explains why we use an analogy 'Middle Finger' for 'FUCK'.

3. Before the Battle of Agincourt in 1415, the French, anticipating victory over the English, proposed to cut off the middle finger of all captured English soldiers. Without the middle finger, it would be impossible to draw the renowned English longbow; and therefore, they would be incapable of fighting in the future. This famous English longbow was made of the native English Yew tree, and the act of drawing the longbow was known as 'plucking the yew' (or 'pluck yew'). Much to the bewilderment of the French, the English won a major upset and began mocking the French by waving their middle fingers at the defeated French, saying, “See, we can still pluck yew!” Since 'pluck yew' is rather difficult to say, the difficult consonant cluster at the beginning has gradually changed to a labiodental’s fricative F', and thus the words often used in conjunction with the one finger salute. It is also because of the pheasant feathers on the arrows used with the longbow that the symbolic gesture is known as ‘giving the bird.’ As the centuries passed by ‘yew’ became ‘you’ since both are pronounced in the same way. So, fuck you!

These are the three stories behind the divine word 'FUCK'. I guess you must be bewildered now. Did your knowledge expand? Good for you! Congratu-fucking-lations!! Now 'FUCK' is no more an ordinary word, but a fascinating subject to be studied and researched.

While doing the research on the work 'FUCK', I happened to listen the speech orated by the Late Bhagwan Shree Rajneesh a.k.a Osho (1931-1990). I didn't want to listen to some fucking Bhagwan giving reviews about 'fuck'. But seeing the comments on that audio clip, I made a brave attempt to listen it. After listening to it, all I can say is, it was surely an eye opener. The audio clip was about 5min, I'm posting exact words said by Osho.

"It is one of the most beautiful words. English language should be proud of it. I don’t think any other language has any such beautiful word. One of the most interesting words in English language today is the word ‘Fuck.’ It is one magical word, just by its sound; it can describe pain, pleasure, hate and love. In language, it falls into many grammatical categories. It can be used as a verb, both transitive and intransitive.

Transitive: John fucked Mary.

Intransitive: Mary was fucked by John.

As a noun: Mary is a fine fuck.

As an adjective: Mary is fucking beautiful.

As you can see there are not many words with the versatility of ‘Fuck.’ Besides the actual meaning, there are also the following uses.

Fraud: I got fucked at the used car lots.

Ignorance: Fucked, if I know.

Trouble: I guess I am fucked now.

Aggression: Fuck you!

Displeasure: What the fuck is going on here?

Difficulty: I can’t understand this fucking job.

Incompetence: He is a fuck off.

Suspicion: What the fuck are you doing?

Enjoyment: I had a fucking time.

Request: Get the fuck out of here.

Hostility: I am going to knock your fucking head off.

Greeting: How the fuck are you?

Apathy: Who gives a fuck!

Innovation: Get a bigger fucking hammer.

Surprise: Fuck! You scared the shit out of me.

Anxiety: Today is really fucked.

This was it! He then goes on to say that repeating the mantra “Fuck you!” 5 times soon after getting up in the morning clears your throat. How fucking cool is that! I've uploaded this audio in mediafire. You can download it and listen. I suggest you to listen it once. Here's the link.

Some amazing people like Bruce Willis, Guy Ritchie, Eminem, 50 cent and many more have contributed to this subject and we the fucking disciples, should follow their fucking footsteps and never fucking let them down. They may not even know how to use the words ‘joie de vivre’ or ‘bon vivant,’ but they definitely know how to use the word ‘Fuck’ in every aspect of their dialects. In future, children will learn Eminem lyrics instead of Ba Ba Black Sheep or Humpty Dumpty. Maybe someday in future, teachers might say to their students, "Why the bloody fuck haven't you done your homework?" to which the reply might be "I was fucking out of station" or "Fuck! I was fucked by the ill".

My dear folks, don't you think its time for us to start introspecting. Do we really want to set these kinds of examples to our younger generation? Do we really want some 10 yr old kid to say to us, “Fuck you, oldie! Can’t you just mind your own fucking business?” So common all of you, lets swear on Oxford, Merriam-Webster, Collins that we shall never fucking use profanity!

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Pursuit of following rules-1

2009-11-20T00:25:00.022+05:30

Welcome To Bangalore City, the so called "Garden city" or rather "Garbage city". This isn't related to what I'm going to write now. I was just Imagining how Bangalore was, five years back. We hardly used to see fly-overs, underpass, etc. Because of this Metro project, mayhem is created. I hardly promenade on KR road these days, which used to be one of my favorite lane for a stroll in the evening!

Folks, I'm providing few guidelines here to follow the rules when you are struck in a huge traffic or signal. These are based purely on my personal experience. Let me sort it out by situation.

Situation 1: On my way to Jaynagar 4th block, I had stop for a signal in south end circle. Timer was ticking and when there was just 6 seconds for the green signal. A fat plump guy in Maruti Omni started honking and was shouting at me to break that signal and make transition. The 10second conversation was like this:

me: What's your problem??

fatty: nan magne...mundhe hogo! *honk* (my son..move forward)

me: innu signal bittilla alwa? swalpa kayri! (still there is red signal, wait for a while)

fatty: Nan Kelsa hodre..neen sambLa kodthya? hogo mundhe..(if I lose my job, will you give me salary? move forward)

By the time conversation ended, signal was already green. I changed my gear, and advanced to the next signal in 3rd block Jayanagar. The guy in the Omni came and parked just next to me. He was staring at me, just the way a slaughterer looks at the meat before he cuts. The plump guy lowered his window completely, and said

fatty: nodappa nin hatra Karizma irbohudu, adre bere avrige tondre kodbardu!(you might have karizma, but you should not trouble others)

I was dumfounded and flabbergasted! Why on earth was he referring to my Karizma? I'm sure he would have thought that I'm some rich guy with repugnant attitude. Well, all I can say is "Owner's pride, Neighbors envy"! So to avoid getting lambasted from people, jump the signal prior 10 seconds to green signal. If you don't, definitely you'll face the situation as I did.

Situation 2: I'm fond of exploring places and had never been to JP nagar area. This incident happened near Rangashankara. It was around 6:25 in the evening, and I was struck in a huge traffic. There was green signal but no movement of vehicles. I guess the engine of BMTC bus must have got overheated, so the passengers were getting down. People had completely lost their patience there was again honking, creating a severe noise pollution measurable up to 130dB I guess.(I'm a vtu engineer, so just assumed the noise level). I was still, placid and patiently waiting for the traffic to get cleared, resting my one foot on footpath and other on brake. There was a guy in TVS victor who was just next to me. He smirked and insisted me to go over the footpath, so that even he could escape the traffic. I simply refused to do that. All of a sudden he was accompanied by two more two-wheelers, shouting at the top of their voice and started yelling at me. All I could hear was,

late, helid matu kelu, keluvru irthare bidi, tale kettidya ninge....

(situation is quite comparable)

I had no other option but to go on the footpath. I hated myself for doing that because two days back I had given Karizma for service and moreover footpath was in the worst condition. So folks, when there is a Brobdingnagian traffic, just look for a footpath and save your time. Don't make the mistake as I did!

Situation 3: How often do we see people jumping the red signal? Don't you think breaking signal has become a routine process? I guess Bangalore crowd is suffering from colour blindness! Red or Orange, people hypothetically assume it to be green. I wasn't able to figure it out, what was the reason behind this. But one day while waiting for signal near BMS college, I figured out this conundrum. voila! The reason behind this is Doppler effect.

The frequency of waves change when relative velocity between the source and the observer is non-zero. And the wavelength decreases when the observer is approaching the source. It is possible to see a Red (or orange) light as Green if you're driving too fast! So when you see yellow, you hurry. That makes it green. If you go much faster, then red light apparently appears to be green. Doesn't this theory perfectly fits the situation? Now the only matter of fact is how fast you must be traveling to observe this effect. Since the wavelengths are in nanometers, Doppler effect can be modified to Relativistic Doppler effect.. Considering the Special Theory of Relativity, fs=f0*√(1+v/c)/(1-v/c), where 'v' is the velocity, 'c' is the speed of light, and 'f0' is the actual frequency. Since Red and Green have wavelengths around 700nm and 500nm respectively, velocity value comes closer to 0.324*c. At this speed, time goes much slower and hence it takes longer time to apply brakes and stop.

I have been observing for a very long time now. More worse the traffic gets, the more crowded it is, and more jams you have. Waiting at each signal 3-4 times usually makes the driver behave unruly and they tend to 'push' slowly out of their restlessness. Even though people are conscious, witting and follow traffic rules, the situation makes them to break it. Considering my case, what could have I done? Argued with them? Definitely it would have resulted in pandemonium.

'Real'ity Rapists!

2009-11-06T23:32:00.020+05:30

Do you remember watching some of the episodes in "Doordarshan era" before this "cable era" took over? Those were they days where people used to get some real content. I still remember the episodes of "Malgudi days", "THE HERO", "A HORSE AND TWO GOATS", "THE HOARD", "SWAMI AND HIS FRIENDS", etc. Not to forget some of the shows they used to put like "Aalif Laila", "Chandrakanta", "Dekh bhai Dekh", etc., even though it used to be silly, but they were truly entertaining. It was a really a pleasure watching these shows. As I mentioned earlier, apart from entertainment, they had some CONTENT in them.

Fast forward 10 years >>>>>>>

Today we see some of the shows like Rakhi 'Silicone' Sawant and her disciples at their best brutish behavior. Channels are loaded with mindless crap, to name a few like : Rakhi ka Swaymvar, Sach Ka Samna, Iss Jungle se Mujhe Bacho, Big Boss, MTV Roadies, Splitsvilla, etc.

Well, till now I had a belief that Humans have brains in their heads. But seriously after watching these shows I'm forced to believe that their brains is situated under the belt, and in case of women, below the neck. People are so despo, trying to prove themselves that they've got big brains. Voila!!! Lets welcome the brainiest people on earth! Gosh!

These are the kinds of shows where you won’t find anything except the bitch fights. The topic everywhere seems to be the same: Who is the biggest bitch of the lot? And every girl tries her level best to prove that she is the one. ‘I’m the biggest bitch,’ yells one, to which the other responds, ‘You could be a bitch, but I’m a bitchy bitch.’ Another girl shouts at the top of her voice, ‘You both could be bitches, but I’m a bitchy whore.’ Another female is hell bent on proving her mettle, and screams, ‘Perhaps you don’t know me. You all could be bitches and whores, but I’m a bitchy whore with a slutty attitude.’ Now beat that. Well, no prizes for guessing. The last one is the winner! She gets the prize from the producers of the show and the TV viewer is mercilessly raped in the head. Do heads swell up after a few weeks? Sorry, guys! I'm not experienced in this stuff. I've always taken care of my ‘izzat’ very well.

I happened to get a mail, which gave me links to the uncensored version of MTV roadies. Now just don't go on searching for it, because it has already been removed. I'll post some of "dialogues" by the participants. I'm writing this uncensored and hope you take it in right way.

Ankita: I’m not a f***ng slut like you, yaar. And I don’t need to sleep my way into the show... Mere baap ki c*nd*m ki dukaan nahin hai. Tere baap ki hogi…samjhi? (to shambhavi)

Shambhavi: F##k off! (Arguing about a previous task where the boys were made to strip if the girls got GK answers wrong)

Its better to stop the conversation here. While this was going on, boys standing beside, were thinking "Who could be my best partner?" "Wow..she bitches damn well man!!" The zeroes of this show were analyzing 'I guess she is the perfect match for me! why? that's because I'm the best dog of the whole lot. Simple!'

If there are any roadies fan reading my blog, who are quite interested to do or watch some REAL stuff and who claim the life is all about 'adventure', let me tell you one incident that happened, I've some news for you! Recently a 19 yr old girl, Krushnaa Patil, from Pune climbed the Mt. Everest. She became the youngest woman in the world to conquer the summit. Now, that’s something called an adventure! Not this reality show like 'Roadies' bringing all that 'slut' matter in women and protracting it in national television.

Now coming to Big Boss. I just don't understand, why people glue themselves to the television as soon as the clock strikes 9? I'll ask some simple question.. Why do you want to something that's happening in their lives? All you happen to see is some stupid fight for food, groceries, gossips or some or the other crap. All the contestants are forced to play like that, and they are paid for that. After they come out, they don't even see each others face. Its again all about bitching and Emotional Atyachaar. Well let me put it in simple words, they are paid for bitching each other. All the time inside the house, is about attitude adjustment. When Kamal threw bottle on Rohit, all members were pissed off, and reportedly that week had the highest TRP points. What's so great about that? You see cabal in streets, it's so commonly visible. Shilpa Shetty returned from UK, after winning Big Brother and did you see the welcome she got? Man! Had she been to an expedition to mars or something! duh!

Talking about the recent one which just got over last month, Rakhi Sawant's Swaymvar. (Have you ever seen Rakhi without make up? yuck!! you feel like puking on her face.) I think people participated in this show, just to get some fame. I'm sure they would have divorced her after getting some good name in industry. I'm still not able to figure it out! Was she trying to prove that she is a female? And most important of all, Why are you even bothered about her marriage? Is it something which is very important? Media gives a hype as if she has got some Oscars. damn! It was like pain in the a**s, watching all those contestants trying to impress her. I had to tranquilize myself with a tablet of Anacin. Gosh! Was the Great Almighty suffering from some kind of rare disease like Swine flu or Elephantiasis when he created her?!

In 'Iss jungle se mujhe bacho', few people complained that they over expose stuff and show how they bath and all! The producer, Chitrashi, gave a strong statement stating "I don’t understand why people are making a big issue out of it. Any damn channel you see is showing skin show and objectionable content, why target reality shows? What if they are showing people bathing, they are actually living that life. You don’t expect them to wear jeans and pants while taking a bath."

Dudes and Dudettes what's your take on this? huh! Lets say, if you really wanna show how they bath, why don't you record it and post it in youtube? I would be making some good amount of dollars. You'll be named as Chitrashi Hilton! And what's about all about using a beep sound? Do you think people will assume it as "Luck"? Crazy immature bimbo! Grow up!!

In my opinion, 'F**k' has become a synonym for 'Attitude', courtesy no longer considered as good quality, but rather a 'weakness'. TV is no longer considered as a source of news and information, its all bugged up with reality shows. Its all about real fights, real back stabbings, real use of profanity, real bitching, real skin, real vulgarity, and real gratuitous violence. There is an IPC section, where the criminal is put behind the bars for not less than 7 years for raping. Now tell me, is there any Section, which punishes the people who rape the minds of younger generations? You see a small kid and ask him what are your ambitions, the reply would be "I want to become a roadie!", "I want to win sa re ga ma pa little champs", "I want to become like Sharukh Khan"...What the hell? Don't you think that children today are losing their innocence?

I think its time to chew over and to contemplate. I know we cannot stop these shows, but there is something which we can do. Lets just stop encouraging these shows. This type of shows puts a real pressure on younger generations. Perhaps this is the real moment of truth! what say?

P.S: Instead of watching "Sach ka..crap" or "Iss jugle se..blah blah" download all the episodes of Lost, it has adventure, mystery and of course babes. Or watch some of the good American sitcoms like "Big Bang Theory", "Two and half men", "My wife and kids" etc., they are the best entertainers. Or watch Prison break. Its definitely worth it.

1st yr anniversary!

2009-11-04T20:10:00.010+05:30

One year completed? I realized that today, and I'm still flabbergasted (p.s: my favorite word) . First of all, I would like to thank everyone who supported me and commented on my blog. This is just the type of platform I needed to express my views. I've been successful in expressing my thoughts through my poems and posts, and a great cheers to all those who supported me from the bottom of my heart.

I still remember the day when one of my friend suggested me to start a blog. I was very diffident about writing something in public, but trust me folks, its just the start what you need. I'll be very frank, I was an introvert before starting this blog, thinking what would be the people's reaction towards my blog. Sometimes I used to think, "My language of presentation isn't that great compared to my virtuoso friends", "What shall I write? What topics to choose? What if I start and people don't read it, thinking its not upto their level?" But an year of experience has taught me a lot, and for new bloggers who are just about to start, here is a small tip from a neophyte, "Just don't bother about the language, its the content what you present is more important. Regular bloggers never give priority to the language, but yes, present it well so that you earn a good readership at the beginning".

It really feels good when someone comes and says "Hey Dileep, I read your blog. Great going, Keep it up". This is the kind encouragement I'm getting from my friends and family. I require more open suggestion from you, so that I am able to know what people really expect from me. Please post your valuable suggestions, so that I can be a better blogger. Once again, thank you guys, love you all. cheers... :)

Probability of getting someone "special"!!

2009-11-01T14:00:00.006+05:30

ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು!!! ಬಾರಿಸು ಕನ್ನಡ ಡಿಂಡಿಮವ....

I seriously don't know why I'm writing like this, just a thought struck to me. So here I go.. Have you ever thought of someone special in your life? Yes I'm stressing on "someone special", so how do you get yourself a "special" someone??? Alright then, She (HE in case of a female reader, gosh I seriously doubt girls think in this convoluted way) need not be that special, just enough to make others flabbergasted, how 'you' of all people managed to get hitched. Don't get me wrong, you might be a great guy, with good looks, great sense of humor, all that jazz and stuff...but a 'girlfriend' ?? Seriously. Don't make me laugh, I've eaten way too much!!(p.s: I'm referring to that kind of girlfriend, not just a friend) If you are not really a girlfriend type (being so juvenile, vapid, a senseless clod with an EQ that matches a sledgehammer's..wait wait, before you pounce upon me, let me tell you, I belong to the same category as you are, and can spot a fellow idiot a mile away. Trust me!!) how do you land up with one? dumb luck? May be not, although it does help quite a bit. (Certainly more than the debonair charm you are so famous for...) Maybe you need the charm reminiscent of a 80's movie star! Definitely that's not going to happen, maybe you have to wait for another era, where cloning takes over the plastic surgery and you look like George Clooney or Di Caprio.

Great!!!.. Now we've eliminated two choices that a girl looks for, and you don't have. Then what can you do, to give up your bachelor status?? hmm.. sweet talk? communication between the two hearts? (maybe you need to have good antennas and receptors, with more transmission bandwidth and anti-noise generators to suppress the the unwanted signal.. err..sorry couldn't control) When people like you and I talk, well, lets just say, we dig our own relationship graves, six feet and a whole deal more.

Nice..now three down the drain. What can you possible do now?? Flirt? I bet, by the end we'll be flirting with 'disaster'. Any similar attempts done with the opposite sex results in total, arrant and complete disaster. I guess, you would have better chance walking across a mine field, blindfolded.

OK now we are ourselves free from ostentatious Looks, Luck, Talking and Flirting. Anything left? what is it? Aha..!! its Emotional Quotient Intelligence.. So what if you are akin to that of a sledgehammer's? So what if you are a Genius? What are you going to do? Ask her out with a Calculus book (preferably Thomas and Finny) in one hand and a thesis on Digital signal processing on the other? You'll be very lucky to escape with minor injuries. Its better to shoot on your leg, guaranteed to be less painful.

Finally we are at the end of the murderously painful insight into your love related attributes. Congratulations...you are a new Enigma. Is that your runic attitude that has impressed others? How did you get a girlfriend??? Seriously........

P.S: I don't know why this Idea struck to me, and is not directed at anyone in particular. Look at the category below...

Non-Smokers Predicament!!

2009-10-14T18:14:00.037+05:30

It's been long time since I've written a blog, and here I'm back with a new one. If you are a non-smoker, then its time to raise our voice against the people who smoke to show off, or because of ennui or selfishness. Hey!! you..yes, the one standing smack in the middle of bus-stop and smoking...I'm speaking to you. Have you ever stuck an automobile exhaust into your mouth? I'm sure you haven't, so why don't you try that? I'll give you an idea, take the pipe from hookah and put it behind your vehicle and take a puff! Trust me, I won't even give warnings like "smoking is injurious to health". It will definitely relish your senses and you'll be in a whole new world, just like you wanted, an utopia. Let me tell you something, I don't care what others think, I can't stand you smoking. The old lady standing there dislikes it, this baby doesn't understand, but I'm sure it will be hating so much because of that choking gas. That beautiful girl over there loathes it, and that man is going back to home from his work, please give him a break! Everyone hates it, but its just that no one protests. I don't intend to let you kill me like this. Yes, its me! I'm a "non-smoker" or "smoke-hater" or maybe a weirdo in this "smoked" world.

It maybe a uber cool fashion or trend to you, but I can't withstand this nicotine gas/fog every time I want to drink a coffee, or catch a bus, or when I'll be near xerox shop. I don't understand, why are you digging your own grave? Why are you becoming such a filthy person? Yes, I know you don't smoke in Mc Donald's, or coffee day, or any other restaurant, but I don't live there. My life is quotidian just like others and I'm sure there are atleast few who agree with me. I walk in the crowded street, I have my breakfast in SLV coffee bar, and spend most of my time in bus-stand. It's my right to "live healthy" and no matter what happens I'll do anything to keep my alveoli and bronchus in pink of their health. You may be prodigal, but when you are in common place, try to maintain the decorum of it. So why do I have to sit like a POW with this virulent fumes trying to kill me?? Is this the mundane course of a "non-smoker"?? I've heard that government has banned smoking in public places, but still why people get so titillated to break the law? So suggest me, what can I/we do when such a situation arises again? just mutter "let him go to hell" or take a stand against that person?

ನಿನ್ನೊಲುಮೆ ಇಂದಲೆ!!

2009-09-18T21:14:00.012+05:30

ಓ ಮೌನವೇ ನೀ ಮಾತಾಡು!

ಹೊಳಪು ತುಂಬಿದ ಕಣ್ಣಿನಲ್ಲೇ

ನನ್ನ ಕೊಲ್ಲುವುದ ಸಾಕು ಮಾಡು

ಓ ಮೌನವೇ ನೀ ಮಾತಾಡು!

ತೆರೆದು ನಿನ್ನ ತುಟಿಯಂಚು,

ಮಾತಾಗಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಮೌನ,

ಹಾಡಾಗಲಿ ನಿನ್ನ ಮಾತು,

ಆ ಹಾಡಲ್ಲಿ ನನ್ನೆದೆಗೆ ಒಲವಿನ ಭಾವ ಇರಲಿ,

ಪ್ರೀತಿ ಪ್ರಣಯದ ರಾಗವಿರಲಿ!

ಎಲ್ಲರೆದುರು ಆ ಹಾಡ ಗೆಳತಿ ಮನಬಿಚ್ಚಿ ನೀ ಹಾಡು
ಕೇಳಿ ಆ ನಿನ್ನ ಹಾಡು ಮೆಚ್ಚಲಿ ನಾಡು
ನನ್ನೆದೆಯ ಮರುಭೂಮಿಯಾಗಲಿ ಹಸಿರು ಕಾಡು
ನಿನ್ನೊಲುಮೆ ಇಂದಲೆ ನನಗೆ ಈ ಪಾಡು
ಓ ಮೌನವೇ ನೀ ಮಾತಾಡು!

ಓ ಗೆಳತಿ ಹೇಳು.. ಗುಟ್ಟಾಗಿ ನನಗೆ ಹೇಳು

ಎಂದು ತೊರೆಯುವೆ ಆ ನಿನ್ನ ಮೌನ?

ಎಂದು ಹಾಡಾಗುವುದು ಆ ನಿನ್ನ ಮಾತು?

ಇದನು ನೀ ಹೇಳುವವರೆಗೂ ನೆಮ್ಮದಿಯಾಗಿ

ನಿದ್ರಿಸೆನು ನಾನಂತು..!!

Life as we know it and as we take it...

2009-08-30T00:17:00.011+05:30

"Life is like a rainbow. You need both the sun and the rain to make its colors appear"

From past two months, weather condition in Bangalore is astoundingly stupefying and romantic. If you are tired and enervated, I suggest you to go for a stroll in Cubbon Park, Lal Bagh, or any other private park. Lush green leaves, vivid flowers, chirping of birds, dew drops falling on your cheek, light music coming from nowhere, etc., the feeling is just amazing. A month ago, in mid July I was walking on the street and there was a heavy shower of rain. (p.s.: Sometimes I become rain-maniac and love to get drenched or take a walk in heavy rain. I feel like eating Ice cream, especially my all time favorite hot chocolate fudge.) I saw a couple of kids playing football, and it was torn all around but nonetheless reasonably round. Ah!! What fun those two were having. For a moment I was petrified, as one kid baffled the other with his exceptional chicanery and his natural endowment of ball control. This thirteen or fourteen year old kid had the potential to give any defender serious nightmares.

I’m feeling very sad to state, he never WILL. He lives in a slum and soon he’ll be helping his father and start earning for his living. For 10hrs of arduous labor work, he’ll take home a paltry sum of 40 or 50 bucks. Some of us don’t know the value of money. Some of us, just for few minutes of enjoyment and fun, we spend hell lot of money without battling an eyelash. Suppose he works in a restaurant, we try to avoid him or make faces when he comes to clean our table. I believe it is unsound way of giving an alibi just to escape from reality. Some of us will be waiting to find guilt in him and we’ll become masters in ignoring our guilt. Few questions may arouse in your soul, like How can I help? What can I do? But the only question to the answer will be how many can we help? There are too many…….

Indeed there are too many, but we have to understand the basic fact that it’s LIFE. We just have to deal with it. I cannot see the light at the end of the tunnel for that boy. He is destined to get inured with his bucolic and penurious life. At a later stage of his life, his exceptional football skills languish and will never even bother to think about it. He gets acclimated to the poverty life.

Sometimes I feel that I’m wasting too much of time thinking about all these matters. If I could be more like other guys, enjoy time of my life in rain and dance as if no one sees me. Perhaps I need to learn the true and genuine meaning of Contentment. As the saying goes, “to get what you've never had, you have to do what you've never done”.

Thindi Beedi..(Burp!)

2009-08-09T23:44:00.028+05:30

“VIVAHA BHOJANAVIDU HAHAHAHAHA” do you remember this song? Well I’m not writing this post to describe that song, but to introduce a place which is a paradise for food-o-holics! If you’ve already scrolled my blog, you must have got to know what I’m describing about. Its none other than the very famous, centrally located, THINDI BEEDI alias FOOD STREET alias BAKASURANA BEEDI. If you have already been there then you might have already started thinking about Dosas, bonda, bajji, vada pav, etc, control yourself, there’s lot more to come.

To begin with, this place lies parallel to V.V Puram Jain College road, or reach Sajjan Rao Circle and ask anyone, they’ll guide you. I’ve been frequent visitor of this place for 2yrs now, and let me guide you properly so that you can have best time or memorable evening over there(6.30pm to 10pm). Go in a gang of 5 or 6, make sure others aren’t in a diet and pass comments when you hog. If I’m not wrong, this street stretches for about 500m and the stalls are located adjacent to each other and aroma of different kind of food might drag you to the respective stall.

The golden rule is that, never give order for more than 2 or 3 plates for each dish. Share it among yourselves. This starts from VB bakery and ends at the corn shop. If you ask Connoisseur, i.e. Me, start off with Bisi Bisi masala Dosa. Walk down the street and find a stall which will be crowded ordering for Dosas. You can watch the person who is making dosas, he spreads out the batter in concentric circles and takes a packet of ghee and spreads it around. You’ll be delighted when you see the dosa turning into red which indicates its crispness. Once you bite into it, the ghee oozes out from every pore of this delicacy but tastes so heavenly, that you instantly pardon all the evil that this humble dish has been cursed with.

If you walk down further you can see BAJJI and BONDA stall. I bet you don’t want to miss that. It aint any ordinary Bonda, its made with Dodda Mensinkayi(capsicum) and Balekayi which makes its taste splendid. He cuts into 3 or 4 pieces and puts masala (onion, coriander leaves, sev, lemon, etc) so enjoy sharing this with your friends.

Now it’s time to have some desserts. I’m referring to Jamoon and Jilebies, without which your adventure here in Food Street is never complete. It doesn’t cost more than 5 or 6 bucks. It’s better to spend here rather than giving Rs.15 for parking in forum that to with time constraints.****, sorry for that. Many of my friends don’t try this amazing entremets like Obbattu. It’s fantabulous and I strongly advice you to taste it. It’s made on the spot itself, with lot of ghee on it and when he gives you, it will be hot just like the slag taken out of the furnace.

If you aren’t still filled, then try few Pav Bhaajis and Vada Pav. Believe me, its much much better than you find in some hotel where he charges you 30bucks.

Once you’re through with this, walk towards the corn cart. Close to that you will find your finale point. The last shop on your left. Order for a ‘Butter Gulkand Fruit Salad with Ice Cream’. And finish it all with a Masala Pepsi, a jaljeera of sorts, and probably the only new age offering on this side of the planet. If you are a Foodie, then go you wouldn't be in front of your comp by now. :P

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THIS CONTENT IS PURELY ORIGINAL. ANY KIND OF PLAGIARISM OF THIS MATERIAL WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.

Raksha Bandhan..True story behind it!

2009-08-07T22:09:00.008+05:30

There is a little known side-story in the Ramayana that very few people are aware of. It happenned when Lord Rama was in exile, Living a placid life in the forest, with his lovely wife and devout brother away from cruel step-mothers and back bending maids. Just when everything was quiet and nice, there appeared a terrible distraction. Demon princess Surpanakhi was roaming around in the forest, looking for some action. And she saw Rama, and was smitten. “Wow, now that’s an ideal man”, she said to herself. So she changed form, and appeared before Rama as an irresistible beauty. She tried to voodoo Rama, but he was not impressed. He was a perfect man, and not bigamous(which firmly proves that the story is plain myth, but let’s not hurt religious sentiments here!).

Anyways, when Rama did not succumb to temptation, Surpanakhi turned to Lakshmana. Who turned out to be even more of a perfect man and refused her saying he was a married man. (I mean, Rama at least could have been thinking Sita might sulk, but Lakshmana knew that Urmila won’t even come to know). Anyways, to cut a long nose (oops, story) short, Surpanakhi was humiliated and sent back. And perfect men though they were, they forgot one little detail: “Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned!!!” So, Surpanakhi went back to Lanka, and cried her heart out to her dear brother, the almighty demon king Ravana. Ravana flew into a rage, and promised his little sister that he would make the people who did this to her pay dearly. Now, Ravana was an all powerful king, conqueror of the three worlds, but he had one little weakness. You see, Ravana had ten heads, but as is the case with divided responsibility, every head used to assume that the other would take care of the all the brain work. So, he was a forgetful person. So, to remind him of his promise, Surpanakhi did what all women do when they need men to remember things. She tied a thread around his hand. And in honour of that tradition, to this day, sisters tie a thread around their brothers’ hands. It is celebrated as Rakshas Bandhan, a symbol of bond between brother and a sister.

Aiyo..Exam..!!

2009-06-19T14:30:00.011+05:30

After a rejuvenating biking experience, irksome practical examinations and the whole week which i was supposed to study, ended up in such a waste of time, now I'm back again with a new post just to clean up the cobwebs. I've also changed the theme of my blog just to make it more attractive. Well, the title explains everything, exam to start in 6 days and here I am, without any worries in the world. To be frank, this is not me at all. Usually I end up breaking my nerve, throw things here and there, create small fission and fusion nuclear reactions, pull my hair, etc. However this time I'm totally STRESS free.

I think its because of the approach. I've become more of Rajnikanth these days...Sometimes i say this to myself "kanna...exams aa?? I'll tell you oru pudusu visya, Pigs and sheep study 100 times aa, but lions like us study ore oru saari...ha ha ha ha (sound effects: shh..zmm..zkk..shkk) kanna..studying oru subject is equal to studying all subjects...Yeppadi!". I know it may look weird to you, but its true. Sometimes I turn into kannada-da Kanmani Dr.Rajkumar also, saying all the philosophical meaningless quotes wherever I go. After going through all these distractions, now my mother. Ah..she annoys me a lot, you should listen to the conversation b/w us. I'll be watching TV or will be playing comp games..

mom: Chinnu...... saku time waste madiddu..oodko hogo.(stop wasting your time, go and study)

me: aiyo hogamma, bejaaru. Belagginda oodilva...swalpa rest togothaiddini. ( go mom, its so boring. From morning I've been studying, now I'm taking rest)

Even after 30min, I'll be glued to the chair, sudd suddenly from nowhere and everywhere..

mom: yesht hottu aithu, saku tv nodiddu..hogo exam hatra barthaide. Swalpa nu javabdari ne ilva ninge?? (enough of watching the TV, exams are nearing, don't you have responsibility?)

Hmm..after listening to all these I'll be ready to go and study.. all of a sudden..

mom: remote kodu..naanu serial nodbeku. (give the remote, I've to watch a serial)

Now this pisses me off completely. I can never argue with her, she is so dynamically defensive in her words and if at all I fence, at the end of the argument she wins and I'll be a whipping boy. This is the worst part in the so called "study holidays"..

Examination is just a process. This is not a great challenge. Challenges are yet to be faced. Life is a examination, take it as challenge and succeed it. Oh, I'm talking the crap again (do you really think so?). This time I'm studying purely for knowledge and not for passing. I'll study to pass in my next attempt I think.

Wish me luck anyway! I'll be back after July 8th.
cheers..

Why do women want to marry??

2009-06-03T19:24:00.019+05:30

If you are reading this post now, you may start thinking why have I chosen such a topic. Well, I've come across so many instances where women are more possessed and zeal to get married. Last week I saw this wonderful and amazing movie "He's just not that into you" starring Ben Affleck as Neil Jones and Jennifer Aniston as Beth Bartlett. They both love each other and have been living in the same apartment for 7yrs. Although Beth wants to get married, Neil does not believe in signing a piece of paper to say you love someone. He doesn't believe in the instution called marriage where you have to spend a lot just to express your love and committment to each other. His explanation is when two best friends care and love each other, have responsibility and committment why do you need a certificate or rather proof for that? Beth is everything for Neil in his life, but why is she insisting him to get married? Doesn't that makes sense? Before you guys pounce and squall on me, let me be frank I do believe in an institution called marriage. But after watching this movie, a thought struck to me. Why women wants to get married?

Imagine this: On Saturday evening one couple walks into the cafe. They order crème frappe and the girl sits opposite her date and starts sipping it. She runs her hand through her hair, thinking he is one made for her. She had decided that she would marry him and already started dreaming about family and kids. That's the reason she even bothered to go out with him. She was visualizing her life ahead, thinking not to fight with her mother-in-law, sister-in-law, father-in-law, and yes of course to become best grand daughter-in-law. She also knew that with time and affection, she would become better person of that guy, who is right now checking the girl seated on the opposite table wearing minis.

Girl: Stop checking out that girl in minis।

Boy: What? Me? Girl? Checking? where? Who? I wasn't seeing anyone.

Girl: hmm....so tell me what was I saying?

Boy, who is caught totally off guard, thinks hard but his brain is still stuck at those smooth unending legs on the opposite table. So, to save himself from all the tsunami he is about to face, he handles the situation very cautiously.

Boy: I love you jaan..

Girl: Really? Cho chweet of you. Did you talk to your parents about us?

Well this is the most common thing that is going to happen if you are in a relationship for more than an year or so. This is the problem with Indian woman, they view dating solely in terms of marriage. Nowadays colleges and offices are the marriage bureaus. U remember the coke commercial in which a guy and a girl introduce their parents to each other, that's exactly the situation today.

A woman of course has always been categorically told that her in-law’s place is her real home. Most of them try to lead life like their sister or anyone who is in good relationship in her family. They try to follow them in every aspect. Even the most coveted females are not untouched by the prehistoric bug. “We are social animals and have been brought up with the concept of permanent families. For a woman, marriage is all about security. Even women who are doing very well professionally want a man who can ‘support’ them. That they do not need the support is a different story.

Even at the end of this post I cant figure out “why do women want to marry?” If you are a women reading this please enlighten me. :D

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THIS CONTENT IS PURELY ORIGINAL. ANY KIND OF PLAGIARISM OF THIS MATERIAL WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.

-Dileep Karpur
N.C. State

Dance in Rain..

2009-04-29T22:02:00.015+05:30

When you are in the midst of a storm

Feeling dark and disdain

Don’t wait for it to pass

Forget Everything and

Just dance in the rain

Feel the water flow, and

Run down your face

Enjoy every moment

Imagine it’s a blessing and

Relish Gods grace

Experience the mystical energy

Restore your childhood again

Soothe your soul

Rejuvenate your senses

Relinquish all your pain

Hear the gushing sound

Of the water flowing along, and

Rustling of leaves

Chirpily through every crevice

Happily sing a song...

Watch the rain renew

The hue of the landscape green

Invigorate your spirit for

Every drop that falls on you

Feel your mind - go serene

Bad times never last

There will be better and cherry days

Never give up hope

Confidence is your strength

Have faith in God’s ways!

What WrestleMania means to me!!

2009-04-13T19:31:00.010+05:30

According to me WrestleMania is a time for Fans and Superstars to get together and rememeber why we watch pro wrestling and why we have decided to be in it. WrestleMania is a time for the Superstars to look back and try to follow the foot steps of those Superstars and legends who came before them and created history. People stand up and respect you, when you enter the stage. Millions of people waiting to watch your fight, holding banners and cardboards, screaming your name, dancing for the entry music, you are not an alien any more. You are sombody special and you mean something to everyone. Dream or goal of any pro wrestler is to fight on this grand stage and to prove everyone that he is the legend. You practice day and night for this big event, to give an astonishing performance so that people will remember until the day they leave this god's green earth.

For me, its my dream to get into Pro Wrestling, sign with the WWE and some day have the honor and privilage of performing on this grand pulpit. Just like the Superstars of today said to themselves years ago when they watched as young kids, I'm gonna say the same thing. I'm going to become a Pro Wrestler and work my a** off to some day be able to perform on that rostrum.

For those who missed wrestlemania this time, here are the results:

John Cena def Edge and Big Show for world heavyweight chapmpion
Triple H def Randy Orton for WWE Championship
Matt Hardy def Jeff Hardy
Stone Cold Steve Austin was part of hall of fame
Undertaker def Shawn Micheals

Next year, 28/03/2010 WRESTLEMANIA XXVI at Arizona, in the hot desert. Sit back and feel the heat.

Vote Earth

2009-04-02T22:08:00.011+05:30

Darkness didn't prevail for a long time in my house, mom got irritated and switched on the lights. I guess she didn't know what's the importance of this day. 28th March 2009, World Earth Day! Then I explained her about it, and she wasn't convinced totally. Most of the people still wonder why were they were asked to switch off lights for an hour on that day. "See the difference you can make..Save planet earth..blah blah blah" we could see all such slogans in banners, posters, pamphlets and tv commercials.

This year, Earth Hour has been transformed into the world's first global election, between Earth and Global Warming. For the first time in history, people of all ages, nationalities, race and background had the opportunity to use their light switch as their VOTE! Switching off lights is a vote for earth, or rather a vote against Global Warming. Basically this is an awareness program which is held every year, reminding everyone to think about our very own EARTH! Electricity is the major contributor to global warming.

Bengaluru a cosmopolitan city, silicon city, well known for software, night clubs, etc., but sorry to say this.. it wasn't a major contributor for Earth Hour. Spending an hour without power is not a big deal! Oh oh..sorry I forgot, its Election Time now. The so called great politicians are trying protect our mother earth, busy campaigning "I'll save Earth, you'll have greener future, vote for me!!" duh!! Dont you think its high time thinking too much of ourselves?? We cannot repay back what nature has given us, but atleast lets not destroy it. Lets join hands together and take control of the future of our planet, for future generations. "Jago Jago Jago...Jago...re.."

Nothing Is Forever..

2009-02-18T22:11:00.014+05:30

How many friends have you lost along the way,

How many lovers have gone away from your sight,

How many times have you broken down in fear..

How many times have you cried yourself to sleep at night,

This world that we live in, is far from perfect,

So many things that make it wrong,

Sometimes there's light that brightens up

your day.

But others its been dark all along.

How many times have you left your house crying,

Knowing things will never be the same,

How many times you had to hide behind a smile,

Live with a different name,

They say that life's what you make it,

But how can we control death,

One minute we are here living life,

The next out of breathes.

The journey of life confuses me,

Sometimes i just sit and wonder why,

Why do the people we are closest to,

Always have to die???

Irupu Falls

2009-01-27T18:00:00.005+05:30

After two hectic tiring days in Nagarhole, we left to Irupu falls. This place gave us a break and I must mention the history behind this falls. The Irupu Falls (also Iruppu Falls) is located in the Brahmagiri Range in the Kodagu district of Karnataka, bordering the Wayanad district of Kerala. It is a fresh water cascade and is situated at a distance of 48 km from Virajpet on the highway to Nagarhole. The Falls are also known as the Lakshmana Tirtha Falls, derived from the name of the tributary of Cauvery which starts from these falls, the Lakshmana Tirtha River. According to popular legend, Rama and Lakshmana, passed along the Bhramagiri range whilst searching for Rama's beloved, Sita. When Rama asked Lakshmana to fetch him drinking water, Lakshmana shot an arrow into the Brahmagiri hills and brought into being the river Lakshmana Tirtha. Due to this legend, the Falls is believed to possess the power to cleanse sins.

After this enchanting place we left to Dubare Forest, where Elephants were the main attraction. This place was tourist attraction with river rafting. Well, these were the places which I felt was worth mentioning in this nature club trip which I had been to, from College.

ಇದು ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ ನ??

2009-01-01T20:41:00.021+05:30

ಮೊದಲನೆಯ ಬಾರಿ ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬರಿತಾಯಿದ್ದಿನಿ. ಈಗೀಗ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬರಿಯುವುದೇ ಒಂದು ಪಾಸ್ಟ್ ಟೈಮ್ ಆಗೋಗಿದೆ ನನಗೆ. ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ ಬಂದಿದೆ.. ಎಳ್ಳು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ತಿಂದು ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದನ್ನು ಮಾತಾಡಿ, ಒಳ್ಳೆಯದನ್ನು ಯೋಚಿಸಿ, ಕೆಟ್ಟದನ್ನು ಮರೆತು ಸದಾ ಜೀವನ ಸುಖಿಯಗಿರಲಿ ಅಂಥ ದೊಡ್ಡವರು ಹೇಳಿದ್ದರೆ. ಅಯ್ಯೋ ಇದು ಯುಗಾದಿ ಅಂಥ ತಪ್ಪು ತಿಳಿಬೇಡಿ...ನಿಜ ಹೇಳ್ಬೇಕು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಯುಗಾದಿ ಆಗಿದ್ರೆನೇ ಎಷ್ಟೂ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿರೋದು. ಏನಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರು ಒಂದು ಸೆಟ್ ಬಟ್ಟೆಯದರೋ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿರೋದು, ಮನೇಲಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಊಟ ಅದು ಬಳೆಯಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ..ಆಹಾಹಾಹ!! ಯಾರಿಗುಂಟು ಯಾರಿಗಿಲ್ಲ. ನಿಮಗೊಂದು ನಿಜ ಹೇಳ್ತಿನಿ ಕೇಳಿ..ಇದು ವರೆಗೂ ನೀವು ಬಾಳೆ ಎಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟ ಮಾಡಿಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ನಿಮ್ ಜೀವನಾನೆ ವೇಸ್ಟು! ಕೆಳಗೆ ನೆಲದ ಮೇಲೆ ಕುತ್ಕೊಂಡು ಮನೆಯವರೆಲ್ಲ ನಗ್ತಾ ನಗ್ತಾ ಮಾತಾಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಊಟ ಮಾಡೋದರಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೋ ಮಜಾ ಯಾವುದರಲ್ಲೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಾ ಘಮ್ ಅಂಥ ಇಂಗ್ ವಾಸನೆ, ಹಪ್ಪಳ ಮಾಡಿಯಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ದರೆ ನನ್ನ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗೆ ಆಗಲೇ ಒಂದ್ ಎರಡು ಹೊರಟು ಹೋಗಿರತ್ತೆ, ಕೋಸಂಬರಿ, ಅದು ಬೇರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ರೀತಿ ಮಾಡುತ್ತಾರೆ, ಇವಾಗ ನೆನಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರೆ ಬಾಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರು ಸುರಿಯತ್ತೆ!! ಅಕಸ್ಮಾತ್ ಬಿಸಿಬೇಳೆ ಬಾತ್ ಮಾಡಿದರಂತೂ ಒಹ್ಒಹೊಹ್ !! ಸಿಹಿ ತಿನಿಸುಗಳು ಎಷ್ಟು ಇರತ್ತೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ..ಜಾಮೂನು, ಶಾವಿಗೆ ಪಾಯಿಸ, ಸಕ್ಕರೆ ಹೋಳಿಗೆ, ಬೇಳೆ ಹೋಳಿಗೆ, ಯಾವಾಗದ್ರು ಒಂದ್ ಸಾರ್ತಿ ಡ್ರೈ ಜಾಮೂನು.

ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೇಲಿ ಕೂಟು ಮಾಡ್ತಾರೆ, ಕ್ಯಾರೆಟ್, ಹುರಳಿಕಾಯಿ, ಆಲುಗಡ್ಡೆ, ಗೋರಿಕಾಯಿ, ಗೆಣಸು, ಫುಲ್ ಮಿಕ್ಸ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಹಾಕ್ತಾರೆ. ಏನ್ ರುಚಿ ಅಂತಿರ, ಅಮ್ಮನ ಕೈ ಅಡಿಗೆ A1!! ಈಗ ಆಚರಿಸುತ್ತಿರುವ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ ಯುಗಾದಿ ಮುಂದೆ ಏನು ಇಲ್ಲ ಬಿಡಿ. ಸುಮ್ನೆ ನಾಮಕಾವಸ್ತೆಗೆ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ. ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಹಿ ಇಲ್ಲ ಖಾರ ಇಲ್ಲ. Hmmm...ಏನ್ ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷ ನೋ ಏನೋ ನಾ ಕಾಣೆ. ನಿಜ ಹೇಳ್ತಿನಿ ಈ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಬರಿ ಬೇಕಾದರೆ ನನಗಾದ ಅನುಭವ ಮಾತ್ರ ಅಮೋಘ.

(ಈ ಬ್ಲಾಗ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆದಿರುವ ಕನ್ನಡ ನಾನು ಮಾತಾಡುವ ಶೈಲಿಯ ಪ್ರಕಾರವಾಗಿದೆ..)

Santa..I want this..!!

2008-12-27T01:39:00.003+05:30

1. As of now my exams are going on, I want a good FCD %.

2. Full series of Agatha Christie books.

I want my own guitar!! (I know I can't play, but who cares I want that's it!)

4. To lose a bit of weight. (around 10-15 pounds)

5. My cupboard should be full of Calvin n

Hobbes series. ( I want it very badly, don't care what you do)

6. Definitely I give up all the above, if you give me this. (plssss...santa)

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8. Hmm..Trip tickets to New Zealand. (That would definitely be my dream destination)

9. Oh ya, I forgot. I need pair of new shoes (Nike Air shox) and Tagheuer watch.( I know that would really look cool on me) :P

10. I want to own a PSP. Alright i'll go for a bigger one I need Playstation 3. (I am not a gaming freak..!!) Did I really say that?? Sigh!

11. I want to see Snowfall in Bangalore. Its my dream since my 5th grade, to see that happen. pleassss Santa!

12. I haven't seen a decorated Christmas tree till now with my naked eyes. Take me to New York, I'll say Jingle bells...jingle all the way.. :)

13. Dear Santa or God or whom so ever it refers to..(what did I say?? cough! ok I believe in u Santa) I want to have a successful 2009. I want to explore new things around me. Want to learn so many things. Just fulfill my dreams.

14. And most important of all, WORLD PEACE!

Wishing you a happy Successful New Year 2009!

Yes..God is watching us!

2008-12-25T12:55:00.001+05:30

26/11/2008 no one ever imagined this would be the day of terror and grief. Bloodshed all over, more than 200 innocent lost their life, including children who haven't even experienced what the life is all about, women became widows, myriad became homeless and still the casualities not yet recovered. The situation is really ineffable.

I have a great respect to my country and countrymen. Blood of innocent people will unleash the root of terrorism, they will not subsist for a long time. My deepest condolence to the people who lost their life in this tragedy and cheers to our military who did a splendid job whose attempts never go futile.

Here's something to know from fairy tales, a kinght is always ready to serve for his country no matter how hard it would be for him, leaving his family behind. If he dies in the battle, a new warrior is born with more power and confidence. Same way in this mumbai attacks people have sacrificed their life for the country and I am sure this would rage the people, make them unite for a powerful INDIA!

After this incident we could see this in the night sky. Yes, god is watching us. He wants us to smile, forget the sorrows.

Journey of Life.....

2008-11-28T19:16:00.000+05:30

Life is the journey we all will take,An undulating adventure,Make no mistake.

Through it all we take things for granted,And then look back with resent.

At the worries that have planted,And the problems they present.

Though life does have many highlights,Some that we won't ever believe.

Moments that had always been in our sights,And tell of how much we can achieve.

And while we all go through at different pace,To reach our final goals.

We all end up finding our place,Somewhere that we are whole...

Déjà vu

2008-10-27T21:18:00.001+05:30

Breeze was lull, clouds were clear and no signs of rain. It was an ideal time to ride my baby KARIZMA!! Internals got over and I could hear the crackers bursting as it was the time of diwali. My dark stallion was standing alone under the shades of peepal tree. I was exubrant to set road on fire. The feeling when you sit in Karizma could not be described, you should experience for yourself. I can only say its Stupendous.

Nice Road streaches around 30kms and a perfect place to go for biking. My experience in this road was like Déjà vu!! I felt as if I had been through this before and I reached 130km/hr!!
My bike was Mellifluous and didn't have any problem. But yeah there was some problem with my helmet, the visor wasn't proper. It sucks totally, have to replace a new one. Now planning to gor for a long ride............:)

SARGAM WIN!

2008-10-25T21:33:00.001+05:30

Me: Hrishi come here...(i handed him the sargam fest registration slip).

Hrishi: ui!!! too good da..! Wait i'll show it to amogh!

Amogh: Aithu maga...hogana bidu!

This little chat was enough to boost the confidence in me. I thought this was a great opportunity for us to show what we really are. Some people had commented that we don't have that potential of winning, we lack originality, etc. This had frustrated me a lot and New Horizon College was a place where we could prove them wrong.

We reached New Horizon College around 10.45am and as I entered the college was thrilled to see so many mad-ads team. This college is around 25km away from our BNMIT campus and never thought we would have such a tough competation. More than 15 teams had come to participate THE SLANG GANG, DICHKY BOYS, SLUMSKRUTHI, NUTCRACKERS, etc., and we were the last team to arrive..that's SYNTAX ERROR!

With the help of some guy (Amogh's friend) we finally found a place to practice and it did go well.

When we went near the stage already 9 teams had performed and when I checked ours, we had got the last slot which was 13th!

Me: hey rakesh, I think this is not our day man.

Alok: That's ok. Lets just enjoy on stage and have fun.

Rakesh: ya! Alok's right!

Crowd was already saturated of seeing all those boring performances and finally there was a call "Next team on stage is SYNTAX ERROR...please give them a big round of applause". We had lost all hopes of winning and that to this time we were dabbling with a new script. "How will the audience respond. What if they boo us?? What if I make any flaw." all these were boggling in my mind.

After 8minutes, is this a dream?? Audience in the first row were bowing us. I could see more than 200 hands in air applauding us. The crowd response was awesome. As we descended the stage so many people came to us congratulating and were so affable. Now we were sure of winning and didn't care if it was 1st or 2nd. The winning was most important for us coz this was our first performance in 2nd year.

Rain was drizzling and we were waiting for results and finally we heard

"Runner-up for today's mad-ads event is SYNTAX ERROR from BNMIT" wow...we won!!! We were at cloud 9! With the hopes we had come was finally fulfilled.

What?? Am I dreaming! I got the best Narrator award for the evening. Finally I did justice to my work and I was an Exemplary orator for the event.

Now we are on our way to PRATIBIMB 2008 our very own BNMIT college fest being organised for the first time. Watch out we may have good news by next week. :)

Mad Ads!!

2008-10-10T20:31:00.002+05:30

MAD ADS..the most-looked-forward event in almost all the colleges today. People smiling hard seeing the events like dance, songs, boring speeches and as soon as they hear " NEXT EVENT ON STAGE IS MAD-ADS".. the audience wake up from their sleep, people from every nook corner of the campus come rushing to see this event and suddenly the crowd is alive. Wow!! what an anticipation from the crowd. For this, as a mad-ads team, you should have great respect.

The audience would have had a hard time, screwing up their exams, ditched by their boyfriend or girlfriend, got punched by someone, frustration, anger, disappointment, stress make audience look forward this event. They would have forgotten how to smile, how to interact, and they have expectations that we make them remember all those..!! U're entrusted with tremendous responsibility to bring light into the lives of those to whom darkness is all pervasive!! Live up to it, to the anticipation and to the responsibility and never disappoint the audience

From my experience i'll explain to you people how a MAD ADS team should be formed. What are the basics you gottu to know and few important criteria!
First and foremost a mad ads team should comprise 7-8 people (max 8), 7 on stage and a narrator.

A PERFECT TEAM

You should be extremely careful while choosing a team. Just calling your close friends forming a group and telling "macha come ra....we'll form a mad-ads team" won't help you...!! Seriously!!

Your team should have an awesome narrator who can make weird sounds, have a good presence of mind, and the most important thing is he should be good at few languages..hmm to reach the local audience English, Kannada, Telugu, Tamil and Hindi would do great..!! Even though he doesn't know these languages better take help from others and learn.

And now coming to other team members they should be mixture of specimens, like there should be a thin dude, a fat guy, a dwarf, The hilarious, a guy who makes weird expressions, a guy who can handle female roles and OTHER roles too.. :P ( I guess u understood), a serious guy, etc.

Choosing a team is like cooking a new dish with proper recipe, and if something goes wrong then your whole effort goes in vain!

THE SCRIPT

A good script is all that you need to show what you are actually made of! Make sure your ideas are simple because most of the times you get some complicated ideas and crowd never understands and finally its a FLOP and it really annoys you. So be careful while writing a script and first of all see to it that your team members actually like it and they laugh at it..lolz! Have a good sense of humor, get some unique ideas, even the worst pj's may be a hit, whatever you feel just put it across the team because some worst ideas may be developed by your other team members. Get the whacky ideas out off your butts or wherever you have hidden them! :P

Another important thing you should remember is about Plagiarism. Never take a concept from another team. Try to be original as much as possible. Getting caught for plagiarized script is the worst thing that can happen. You could be booed by the audience. You might lose your interest, enthusiasm, and what not. I've been in this field for quite a while now, so my suggestion is be very careful.

FUN ON STAGE

The most important thing is just try to have fun on stage. Just think that you are performing mad-ads for a social cause. Don't expect the prize. Just go and stage and give your 100% and if the crowd really enjoys then it just feels like having a dessert at the end, i.e you're finally satisfied and have done a great job. Please don't do it for MONEY! You'll seriously end up having nothing in your hands but one "CHOMBU". If the audience enjoy your show..there u have it..trust me don't be in a dream of making money out of mad-ads!

HAVE PATIENCE

As far as my experience is concerned you gottu have a lot of patience. Just wait for the right time. You may have performed extremely well and audience may have responded to you to the extreme, but at the end you'll be disheartened sometimes when you don't win. At the times like this you should be careful enough that you just go and argue with judges. That may lead to chaos with other teams. Especially in mad-ads a lot of rivalry builds up, so have caution about that.

So I think i have given enough description about MAD ADS. So just come forward make a good team, have fun on stage. Any queries you can always ask me...:)

(If you need some basic concept ideas, please don't comment. You can mail me directly. My id is dileepkarpur@gmail.com )

Dileep Karpur
N.C. State
Graduate Student.

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THIS CONTENT IS PURELY ORIGINAL. ANY KIND OF PLAGIARISM OF THIS MATERIAL WILL NOT BE ACCEPTED.

My first Blog!!

2008-10-09T11:40:00.000+05:30

Can't believe that I have started my own blog. I know the world may be apparently watchin me, but I always wanted to express myself and finally got an opportunity. This blog mainly contains my views, and its a journal to keep track of my journey wherever I go! :)