Snippets

Musings!!

2010-09-28T11:41:00.000-07:00

I'm not sure if anyone chance to stumble upon this blog again and happen to read this article. Its been quite some time since i wrote something and this one,i owe it to the good old me who always wanted to be a writer. Boredom and my inherent laziness had kept me away and now as i sit down to write, i realize how rusty i have become. Words fail me and ideas ,i have none.

A journey unwillingly taken..paths strayed down ,now life has reached a point devoid of choices and yet far to go. The way forward,as apprehensive that i am, must be taken leaving behind a sizable part of me that could weigh me down in the journey ahead. This blog could well be one of those and whose fate hangs on a slender thread of hope!

However hard I try to put it off, life ahead is a predicament I must embrace for my own good. Life so far, which i look back with content and a tinge of remorse for some things left undone had been a bumpy ride.With its fair share of sweet and hard memories life had been quite a journey.

A monologue that this is turning out to be was not what i had in mind. Infact i have no clue as to what i would write.So i guess i will post this as it is.A memoir of many silent musings of a jobless soul!!

Bandits!!

2010-08-12T05:05:00.000-07:00

Xth.. The year of the Board Exams.Well,atleast the first one. The first times are always hard ,as the rule goes. As if the burdening fear was not enough the constant pep-talks at home and school were spine chilling experiences and which i heard with face aghast. The catch was that i needed an 80% aggregate if i wish to make it back to Loyola School for my XIIth(now that was a pretty cruel rule that was long due to be scratched off,but there it was).So as you can guess the odds were pretty up against me and truth be told i didn't think i could make it.

'TUTIONS' thus became the life line. I had to rely on it to get my ass past the board exams and even harder,do it with an 80% aggregate. Parents were eager to fix up tutions all around the city for all the subjects i had. After much wrangling i brought it down to 2(maths and physics).

I thought myself pretty lucky since i had my class mates who had tutions for mundane subjects like History and Geography. As if putting up with the types of soils or how the wind blows in a Scandinavian country in Geography or the History books that had the blood curdling and gory wars told about in the most monotonous and 'as-a-matter-of-fact' way was not enough.How those poor fellows put up with more hours of that terrible crap i never know!

Well,there i was sitting not so bad with the tutions, life was dragging on..

Coming to the crux of story,these tutions were mostly arranged after class. We usually had our last hour off at school and it was well spent in an engaging match of football which often led to ugly fights. Nevertheless it was indeed a pretty sight to watch a gang of boys all sweating and dirty with bags flung over their shoulders trudging along the road.Only thing was that,we did much more than just walking!

We usually stopped at these shops on the way to refresh ourselves and get ourselves a drink and something to bite.Boys will be boys and so we did our fair share to be true to that rule.

Shoplifting!!

The innocent teens that we were(that's a pretty lame statement but note the irony) we found it pretty amusing to sneak out stuff from these shops when the guy at the shop had his back turned towards us.

The strategy was quite simple and amateurish.

STEP 1: Pick out a big and spacious shop.This was done since smaller shops had shopkeepers perched over the counter like a hunting vulture watching our every move which made the job tough(we wished to believe that we were righteous in a way since we looted the big and rich and leaving the smaller ones free or something).

STEP 2: We always 'attacked' a shop as a gang and would highly recommend so.

STEP 3: Two or three fellows would engage the shopkeeper by inquiring about the prices or buying something for namesake. Three others would be standing right behind staring around doing nothing in particular so as to veil off the ones behind.

STEP 4: Once this was done the fellows at the rear would empty down the LAYS packets,soft drinks or anything they could lay their hands upon, into their bags .

STEP 5: This being done we would vanish hastily to enjoy our loot elsewhere.

This was the 'modus operandi' and i must admit we were quite successful too. That we didn't frequent the same shop more than once a week went well down with the whole looting thing. Now,that i think of those incidents, i cant but proudly recollect how reckless and wild we were. We went on without being caught and i think that's what made us even more ruthless until that day.

We were as usual walking down the street to our tution classes all tired yet checking out a possible target to stage our 'act'. There weren't much shops open and tired that we were went into the first bakery that we saw. The plans as always was executed to perfection and we soon had our bags stuffed with the necessary merchandise. This being done,we proceeded to move out of the store after paying for the things we had consumed(read visibly) but it was not to be.

The shop keeper stopped us abruptly and asked us to pay for an extra packet of sweets. We stood there sporting an innocent puzzled look which was treasured for such precarious occasions. The shop keeper was not fooled. He grabbed the bag from one of us and took out the packet of sweets dramatically and held it aloft for the rest of customer's to see. We stood there flabbergasted and humiliated, heads hanging down and staring at our dirty shoes. Little did we know that more were yet to come.

"You have to pay for the packet of sweets "

DAMN! This was real trouble.The jerk was making use of our pathetic situation and earning his bucks,but we couldn't complain could we.We pulled out all the money we had and and was counting it feverishly,but it was still not enough! We were a good 40 Rs short of the price and we had to no clue about whats to be done.

It was then lady luck appeared in the form of a kind young lady,to prise us out of the situation. She paid the price and what more,let us have the packet of sweets too(BLIMEY!!).She was in her late thirties i guess and had a kind little face. The shopkeeper stared at us with an evil grin and nonchalantly accepted the money from her(the prick).We stood there flummoxed and stammering out words of gratitude. She waved off our apologies with a big smile and advised us not to do such a thing again and walked away. I never saw her again!

We walked back to our class with heavy hearts and all disappointed! I don't think anyone of us listened to what teacher taught that day and were lost in our thoughts.It was a setback! Once the guilt died down we racked our brains to find what gave us away at the shop to no avail.

I will never know what went wrong that day and how we got caught but i will always remember that smiling lady and her deed that saved our ass. We never went shoplifting again.

P.s: The stunts above were performed by experts and should not be tried out elsewhere by any reader. The author will bear no responsibility for the consequence!

cRooKEd !!!

2010-08-02T10:29:00.000-07:00

"Mathematics"-the word spelled terror for me! Algebraic equations and the Trigonometry came to haunt my nightmares. One of the worst being myself stabbed repeatedly by an 'integral' and then my body 'differentiated'!!There is no end to the story of my sufferings at the hands of this merciless subject and endurance hit an all time low when i was in my ninth!

The incessant rebuke from parents and even frequent flunking in exams forced me to resort to an option i had dreaded all while.,TUTION.. and before you start smirking,the best part is yet to come. I was sent to Lakshmi Madam for the damn tutions. For those who are ignorant about Lakshmi miss,its pretty hard to get you acquainted with with her in words.Nevertheless i'll give it a shot.

Laksmi teacher is one who reminds me of the infamous role of THILAKAN in the film SPADIKAM(starring Mohanlal). The rough 'nails-on-wall' voice was well suited by the sarcasm if not anger(dunno which) painted all over.She treasured her ugly wicked stare which she threw out in abundance at any sign of infidelity while in class. This particularly infamous stare is something worth mentioning.It existed for one whole minute at the end of which the offender would obviously be shredded to pieces and consumed by his own sense of guilt(i would say fear is the right feeling though she claims otherwise).

This being said,the occasional breaks she gave was a huge relief and something to look forward to.Breaks meant incessant chatter and a respite from the cruel head crunching numbers and weird symbols with even strange names. Breaks also meant time to check out the girls in the class and making fun of the one sitting near you.The story i'm about to tell you happened on one such breaks.

It was a weekend and as expected Lakshmi teacher was struck with this impromptu idea of a marathon class. The class as always started on time and me as always arrived well past due. I got a seat near the front row near the girls,and before you run off with the idea that i came late on purpose i must add that the seat was much closer to where the teacher was seated and hence despised by the rest.

The class went on as usual with the mindless and unyielding calculations and symbols that made you drowsy.I sat staring at the numbers on my note book which seemed to pile up and i was not getting anywhere.Besides,as if the numbers tormenting me was not enough my friend 'Netholi'(the real name concealed but its rather evident i guess) who sat along with me were in a particularly 'pricky' mood of his was irritating me like anything.

Break time soon came and Lakshmi teacher left the class amidst much din which she sportingly ignored.This was payback time. I asked another of my fellow student Visakh to hold Netholi still.The plan was to smear chalk powder all over his face.This done,i put my hand out to grab some chalk powder from the black board without turning...

What i realized late was that fate had planned an even dirty prank for me.Instead of the black board my hand went towards a girl sitting besides our bench(as she had also come late) and the poor me assuming it was the board grabbed on it only to realize it was her shawl.Sensing something had gone wrong i turned only to see the girl pulling the shawl away and giving me a filthy stare! Expecting her hands to grace my cheeks any moment,i watched her flabbergasted. She flipped her head back and went back to what she was doing.

The real story ends here,though it was not to be. Netholi and Visakh were not ones who knew what 'discretion' was. They roared out laughing and spent no time in taking the story to everyone else in the class and in five minutes i was virtually a cooked rooster! Later on different version of the story started pouring out thanks to the two. They colored me into a sex craving lunatic who had stealthily pulled the girls shawl but caught red handed!The two even went on to put them as heroes who had saved the girl from the clutches of the evil me!

There it is. The story that had plauged me for years and maybe more to come. The girl's name is not mentioned as expected over concern over my own well being!

p.s: the story is true and could be verified with the persons mentioned,though i strictly warn the reader against that!

I WISH I WAS ...

2010-07-26T13:28:00.000-07:00

"MY AMBITION" could be rated as the second common essay i have written(the first being about myself) since i learned to hold a pencil between my fingers and got thrown into the world of alphabets and words. The gradual progress from four lined note books to single lined ones to the ones without any wouldn't have any other to share this glory with. As the times passed so did my ambitions and still continue to do so.

Looking back at those carefree days and contemplating the journey i had reluctantly agreed to undertake, i feel amused to think of all those things i wished to become! Each one of them was so unique and the contradictions..stark, that i can hardly recollect many of them.The very few i remember,i shall list out.It might one day remind me of the wonderful days of my childhood and remain as milestones when i visit those days again in my memories..

FIRE FIGHTER

Ah! Before you burst out laughing and fall off the chair i must assure you there is not one child who might not have wished to be one! The big bright red trucks with red light and the wailing banshee cry or occasionally with a loud ringing bell was indeed a sight to watch. The firemen in their equally bright dresses were looked upon as super-heroes! Wielding the big long hose and fighting the flames was indeed a sight to watch.

The valiant hero in me was very much determined to pursue the firefighting dreams.I still remember the times i used to light up a fire with paper torn off my books and "Fearlessly" fighting it before putting it out with the garden hose.My ever active vigil and care ,to let no fire burn under my 'watchful' eyes ran into trouble with parent and i had to put an end to my wish.

My fire fighting days were soon over. My dreams were all burnt to ashes..fate,i must say is not without a sense of irony!

Code Breaker!!

I know you might raise your eyebrow and pull out a lopsided grin,but i implore of u to hear me out..
I dont know exactly from where i got the idea but i am guilty as charged. I wished to become a code breaker. It might be the Hollywood films for which i had picked a sudden fascination or the Sherlock Holmes books i had been reading of lately. Coded messages and cryptography became my passion.This was long before i knew about the existence of the word "Cryptography". Fascination grew into passion and later to obsession.

Those were the days i was studying in a co-ed school.I had no particular friends and nowhere to hang out during the lunch hours.Girls scared the shit out of me.That i didn't eat my lunch packed by my dear mom earned me more time.I found shelter from the rest of my dubious class mates of mine at the school library. Though not so big,it boasted a large number of books.The only catch was that i being in the pre-primary section was supposed to choose and read from a pile of 20 books perched on a table near the librarian.I was not supposed to wander into let alone touch any books from other sections.The librarian was a 30 something year old who always gave me a quizzical look whenever i went to him for a book.To cut the story short..i found myself amidst books at a very early age.

All said,the primary interest of that 9 year old me stranded in a library owing more to need than the love of it, was a small yellow cover hard bound book which had "CODES AND CIPHERS" written boldly in comic sans font if i remember right. I don't remember who the author was but the one thing i can still recollect is the young me running off to the library on the first ring of the bell and frantically searching for the book from that pile imposed on me. The joy of finding it and retreating to a corner of the library to have my time with it. The colourful illustrations and big font writing adhered to the fancies of a 9 year old! The book talked about the codes and ciphers and the wars waged and how spies used them to communicate.

This was long before i could spell 'Cryptography' and still the stories fascinated me. The book talked of simple coding methods like the alphabet substitution and similar ones. It was the days when the young me was fascinated with numbers and loved math(something lost whilst i grew older and taller). The interest in numbers and my self imp0osed exile to library helped imbide in me the most uncommon ambition ever conjured by a 9 yr old.. CODE BREAKER!

This sudden fascination started to feed upon my thoughts..dreams.. time and even dangerously..my pocket money!I started spending money on taking photostat of the my dear old book. It was money given to me for lunch(which i skipped needless to say) .I spent it on taking photocopies. The staff at library though curious was all happy to prise out every single paisa from the "crazy kid who nothing worthwhile to do than take copies of a damned comic book"!

Once i was done with my dear old yellow book i moved on to the reference section were i found a 'CHILD CRAFT' volume on numbers and codes. I devoured all i could lay my hands on and virtually photocopied every single page on codes from the books stacked up there.

The lunatic craze of mine for codes and code breaking met an abrupt end with me being shifted to another school. I have never seen my dear old yellow book in my life till date though my eyes still search for it any library or shop i visit though i still hope i will some day meet my old friend!

(i chanced to come across those old photocopies years later when i was cleaning out one of my old boxes .It brought back memories of those pleasant days of my school life. I still have have them all stacked up in an old bag..a testimony to one of my wildest wishes.)

SOLDIER

It was in 1988 i guess.Some old Pakistani up in the Kargil mountains(possibly smoking pot)was hit with a brilliant plan. So he gathered up some cronies and made their way down the mountains and into the Indian territory and en route murdered some innocent Kashmiris. Thus began the famous Kargil War. It was a time when patriotism was sweeping across the country and all prayers and wishes were showered on the brave Indian soldiers.

As all this was happening.. a 9 year ol back here,the farthest away from the point of interest had made up his mind to become a soldier. That this boy, one of the shortest boys in his class(sweating out to cross the 4 ft barrier) and weighing a paltry 40 something kilos made up his mind to combat the bloody terrorists up in Kashmir and that it was his destiny to do so.He waged imaginary wars...practiced mountain climbing and equally treacherous tasks on his staircase at home..gunned down hundreds of supposedly dangerous outlaws single handedly.He even made out of fatal traps(read as hands tied with bed sheet and surrounded by imaginary terrorists) unscathed.

Well to cut a long story short,that boy..to be precise me(which i think you might have guessed unless you were a abominable jerk)had to bury his dreams yet again. This time thanks to the Indian Army(who quickly scorched the terrorists' asses that they beat a fast retreat) and some psycho diplomats up there in Delhi who quickly wrapped up the war.My dreams and wishes lay defeated and crumbled again.

p.s: my life took turns and one way roads i never thought it would ,thus landing me in a totally different world so far away from my dreams and wishes i once had...well..maybe the guy up there had written a different essay for me.. :)

p.p.s: now i wish to become a spy!! ;)

The first times..Part 3(what not to do@ interview!)

2010-07-21T11:52:00.000-07:00

I slowly pushed the door open and it creaked loudly.Poking my head through the gap i stared around the not too brightly lit room..And there he was... A balding old fellow bent over some file , which i gathered to be my ill fated resume. I was midway stammering out a GOOD AFTERNOON SIR..when he waved me in without raising his head.

MISTAKE #1: I hastily made way to the chair opposite his table and sat on it as i felt my legs would give away any moment. Now when he slowly looked up anticipating me to be hanging around the chair, he was startled to see me sitting there staring at his face. He went back to scanning my resume with a sardonic smile.I breathed a sigh of relief..well at least he was not in a pugnacious mood for my own good.

He looked up and again and with a look over the specs perched midway up the nose, he threw it straight on my expectant and eager face..

" Tell me about yourself Anirudh"..

MISTAKE #2:I took a deep breath and in the matter of a few seconds i had ranted out the whole resume which i had memorized.(i realized later it was done in record time and way too faster than i had did it while practicing.. alas,it was not the time for medals or recognition).

Even the interviewer seemed perplexed and was giving me one of his frosty nosed stare! I managed to put out a meek smile and he seemed not to be satisfied.

He put the resume on the desk and pointing at it with disdain, shot the next question:

"this says you are an ACTIVE member of CSI(computer society of india)"

to which i nodded in acknowledgment.

MISTAKE #3: Its was then i realised how dangerous and lethal an adverb can become! A totally insignificant word..."active" was to jeopardize my whole life.Truth be told it was a line i had lifted from my friends resume in a bid to beef up my Extra Curricular activities.Now it has come back to haunt me and has caught me totally unawares. Expecting the worst i looked up at him with raised eyebrows and it was then he dropped the bomb!

"Who is the current state president of CSI then?"

My mouth dropped open and i gulped! I opened my mouth in a futile attempt to answer but it was in vain. I stared wide eyed at him with an incredulous expression which he quite easily recognized as my submission move. Forget the current president..i never had attended a single meeting of the association in my life and didnt have the slightest clue as to what those nutcases did there.
He shrugged and prepared to move on to the next question when...

MISTAKE #4:I,in a final attempt at salvaging my sinking glory blurted out that i was infact an active member who happened to be on the wrong side of Mnemosyne and had forgotten the office bearers of the association.Its then i did the horrific mistake of claiming that i was a regular reader of the CSI journals and did infact take part in a whole lot of activities managed by them.

The interviewer was way too smart than i had thought and he called my bluff..

"ok..then tell me what the title article of the last journal was?"

I was stubbed! i sat there mouth shut and the interviewer gave one of his Vulturous stares and smiled pitily at me. He frowned at me and remarked..

"If this is the case i guess you have bluffed the whole resume"

I tried to reason with him and even pulled out my long forgotten CSI card from my purse and handed it over to him only to realise it was my Driving License with a crazy old photo of mine. The fello had a hearty laugh and handed it over to me while i sat there like the eternal fool!

The interviewer though was in no mood for giving up as he went on scanning the resume. He again looked up and asked what was to be the final question..

"tell me about your project."

Now finally something i had hoped vehemently for. I took no time in detailing him about our project and explaining its intricacies and challenges and concluded by convincing it was indeed a project which would substantiate my technical skills and support my claim. He seemed convince as i finally heaved a sigh of relief..

With that he concluded my interview and stood up to bid me goodbye. It was then he extended his hand for a cordial handshake. I was taken aback since i never expected that from this fellow.Still i put my hands out and shook his hands.

MISTAKE #5: Its then i realised how sweaty my hands were. The mounting pressure and tension had cast its effect on my hands and the sly devil was trying to check it. I realised it a tad too late and my hands were being slowly squished by the devil himself!

I stepped out of the room with and immediately dried my hands and my face since i had started sweating profusely! The shirt seemed too uncomfortable and i wanted to tear it away and run. I slowly made my way back to the main hall were the otheres were. I recited my disappointing story amidst a pile of eyes looking pitifully at me. A heap of consoling words were dumped all too casually over me as i was left to myself again..

I dont know how long i sat there contemplating when a fellow came in and asked me to follow him.He took me to another room where sat a young lady witha calm smile.. She welcomed me in and i walked in baffled! It was a class room and we sat on the same bench(romatic it may sound..but my heart was in my mouth). She enquired about my Social Activities and routine questions which were dismissed as required! She asked me to go back and wait with the rest which i did promptly.

Countless hours of mounting worry ensued as everyone grew impatient and hungry even more so. Finally by 11 pm the same young lady who had interviewed me came up witha list and callled out the name of those qualified. LO BEHOLD! my name too was called out towards the end of the list and i was again jumping with joy!That all my classmates too had qulaified gave way for even more celebration !

The ride back home will be one for my biography and one ill cherish for a long time to come!
With that the story of my first interview draws to a close and as some old wise fool said..
ALL'S WELL THAT ENDS WELL!

The first times...part 2(the D-DAY)

2010-07-20T05:35:00.000-07:00

You may be well acquainted with the pre-interview dilemmas i had to go through. The resume writing was by itself one tough job. So without much ado let me take you to the Judgment day!!

TIME: 6:30 am

I dont actually remember what day it was but i can vividly remember and still paint an immaculate image of the day in my mind. I woke up(the adverb late to be added here and henceforth as needed) to the usual sounds that complemented my every mornings. It was just as any other day started.With mom and utensils raging a war in the kitchen.Dad buried deep inside the morning paper and all i saw was the hot fumes from the morning coffee coming up from it. I went on with my chores and soon i was dressed up in my lucky(which i call them now) shirt and trousers. I had to admit that i did look good in those. Time seemed to have got a pair of new wings.

Time 7:15 am
Shoe was an obvious problem. I never owned a pair of formal shoes since the time i started
wearing them. My reebok sneakers winked up from the shoes stand,but this was not the time. I chose one of dad's shoes and settled down to wear them. CHAOS!! it was just half the size of my feet and i sat there wriggling and squeezing my feet into it. Finally i had them crammed into the tiny pair of shoes!

Time 7:50 am

The clock it seemed was in a haste as i hurriedly had a peck of the breakfast and flew out. Mom wished me luck and dad was chanting out the usual "DO's" and "DONT DO's". I ran out and started my 'activa' and before i knew i was dodging fellow commuters on the heavy traffic roads.The ride to the center was one of the longest and tedious i ever made.. I had to reach Marian College of Engineering at Kazhakootam and for me it was about driving from one end of the city to another. Why on earth they didnt choose our college which was more accessible i will never know!
A railway crossing.. a busy national highway.. and a million crowded junctions were all the more ready to hinder my progress.I reached there with five minute to go for the scheduled start of the selection process!

Time 8:30 am

The college was barren and dry like a desert and one literally in rubble.So unlike the pics on the website were screaming out(thanks to mad web designers and high resolution cameras). Luckily i found my class mates perched on top of make shift seats here and there around a huge banner saying ' WELCOME TO INFOSYS PLACEMENT DRIVE'.. aah..did i mention it was the placement drive for INFOSYS,if not..there it is for u.

Time 8:45 am

We were led to a auditorium sort of thing and after registration made to sit there. There it was.. Hundreds of them..gazing around..animatedly chatting..adjusting their dress.. my FELLOW ASPIRANTS!! They were all distracted..shifting uncomfortably..obnoxious chattering filling the hall. This went on for hours with more came trickling in to add to the din!

Time 10:45 am

Patience was running out and still there was no sign of anything happening,but at the right moment some jerk sprang out of nowhere and started fidgeting with the projector and lo behold! there was the INFOSYS logo fading in amidst a tired round of applause. The guy took over the mike after a hasty round of introductions. He went on to say about the company and how they provided services to the 'what-not' to the 'what-not' firms in countries around the globe. He stated emphatically over and again that this was the company that anyone would dream to work and a load of crap that totally went over my head!! Just like the routine,there was time for some dumb questions from audience which the host answered promptly..dumber..

Time 11:30 am

Once this was over with we were lead to separate rooms for the test to be conducted. This started off with filling up my details. This was quite tricky with Tamilian examiners of being no help. They seemed to talk some sort of English that only they could decipher which made it all the more worse. Then the question papers given out! Well i am not going into what they asked and what i wrote since this blog is already swiveling out of my control. It had a Language part and a Quantitative Analysis part and that was it.

Time 12:30 am

One hour was soon over and the examiners were soon collecting the question papers. This being done we went for the Lunch Break. Lunch was a silent affair with people brooding over what they wrote and some scurrying around hurriedly. I was too equipped with food that was given out in the name of 'Vegetable Meals'. It was the most disgusting things that made its way down my throat after the Cappuccino from cafe coffee day. It took a huge effort to tuck a few morsels to maintain my gastronomy equilibrium(more clearly..hunger)..

Time 1:30 pm

We were soon back in the hall waiting for the results to come.They promised to put them within a short while. People were bent down praying and some were ogling at the huge number of chicks crowded around!

Time 3:30 pm

Still no sign of results. People had started wandering around and growing impatient!

Time 4:45 pm

They managed to tabulate the results after 4 hours. This time it was another fellow who steeped on to the stage and without much intro(thank god for that) started calling out names. Each of the persons called were asked to assemble by the far side of the hall. As the list was drawing to a close and the crowd at the corner getting thicker i lost all hope. Suddenly my name was called out and my stomach did a back flip.It took me some time to register the fact that my name was indeed called. I stood up and made way my way to the rest of the group beaming proudly. My joy knew no bounds an i was literally dancing by the time i reached there.

Time 5:00 pm

We were again asked to assemble at a room and they briefed us about the drill and started collecting the resumes. Once this was done we waited for our chance as one by one were called in to be devoured by the interviewer monster lurking in some room along that floor. The ones who came back were smiling and had to say only about the jovial guys they were interviewed by. How he asked about the lunch they had and how much mileage their bikes got and a hoard of other totally nonsensical stuff.This did ease my nerves and i went back to memorizing my resume(of which you mite be aware if you had read my earlier posts).

Time 7:25 pm

Finally the guy who had collected my resume called out my name and asked me to go to a specific room...
I dragged myself over there rather nervously and the puled the door wide open..

......What followed must have to be put aside into another post it seems owing to my over elaborate descriptions and imagery..I owe that to the years of conjuring up total gibberish and nonsense for my degree examinations.. So blame the Kerala University if u have to.

Jokes apart,i'll be back with the story of that eventful interview and what followed suit as soon as possible and til then enjoy the brief respite from my awkward sense of humour!!

[p.s: i didnt do this for the dramatic effect in sound like those cheap mallu tv serials. Any notion to the contrary is total nonsense.]

Flawed thoughts and Redemption- A Journey!

2010-07-18T11:45:00.000-07:00

This might sound strange coming from me...but then as i sit here,i am overwhelmed with a huge tide of emotions.. Guilt...awe..and gratitude could be the possible ones i could sense,but then i know its loads more than i can comprehend.

I had been a self proclaimed 'Atheist' from the time i realized girls were meant to be stared at and why god ever took the effort and poor old Adam's hip bone to create that species(forgive my vanity and my disdain towards that gender). I was an out and out 'non-believer' and often vehemently expressed my opinion to my friends and parents. I often ridiculed them for their insanity and my moms over zealous fascination for temples and anything related ,further strengthened my opinions. I would whine when i was pulled along to temples for the weekly visits.It was one of those things i least looked forward for. That there was a supreme super power somewhere out there managing the everyday business of the world was more than i could take in. To believe there was a 'someone' up there in the heavens who ordained things for us down here was too much crap!

I had always believed in the saying..'u reap what u sow' and strongly believed that what befell me was solely the results of my actions and not at the discretion of a second person. I opposed those who dared to advocate the opposite. That they found this guy 'GOD' to blame for their troubles and praise for their fortunes felt bizzare. I tried to stay aloof from the religious activities which lead to a lot of hue and cry.

Though this being the case there were times i called out to this invisible force when life threw baffling problems at me. There were times i badly wanted to cling on to the hope of an external power solving my problems and setting things right for me, but was way too adamant and proud to admit it.

Time is a good teacher they say..and true indeed it is.. I grew up to realize how insanely wrong i was. That it was me who was acting strange and not the thousands of others who took every effort to appease their favorite deities willing to suffer anything for that matter. It was me who was turning a blind eye to the obvious which was staring at me for so long.Only that i was stupid enough to ignore it,only to suffer the consequences.

The journey of redemption was slow and even more steady. I learned to respect the anonymity and the divinity attributed to the things that were happening in my life. I learned to be grateful for the the favors received from someone whom i learned to call 'GOD' . The transition was anything but smooth. I learned and realized that things that i had taken for granted were but perks from this guy and i grew indebted to him.

Now at this moment when i stand with my first job offer letter and my degree results i cant but stare up and feel his glory wash me.. its time i acknowledged his plans for me...

"Thanks for everything old fellow"...

[p.s: i wanted to contain this post to a few lines but thoughts and feelings are something i have not learned to contain and hence...]

the first times..PART 1(the story of a resume)

2010-07-12T03:35:00.000-07:00

They say u will never forget the first times. True.. the first love..the first kiss..these are indeed the sweetest of the memories to be cherished for a life time.

On a similar note i would like to share with you here my first job interview. Though not steamy or sexy as like the stories of first love or whatsoever..the story by itself is amusing and quite of a "WHAT NOT TO DO AT AT AN INTERVIEW" stuff. Just like the first faltering steps of a child learning to walk,the incident was quite a reminder for me!!

It was the campus recruitment season yet again i found myself articulating a resume for the purpose by unbashedly copying out typical templates from the numerous sites..After all there is the "ONE STOP SUPER MARKET" GOOGLE for all purpose mankind ever wished for. Once this done i had to fill it up with snippets of my mundane life and yet appear all glorious and paint myself out as an chivalrous unsung hero who was infact the 'jack of all trades'. I had to appease the weirdo who was gonna interview me and make sure he wont look further for the perfect employee once he had seen me. GOOGLE was my hero again..i came up with absolutely fantastic traits of mine hitherto unknown to me..

Then came the cumbersome task of chalking out my achievements and extra cirricular activities to further add color and sheen to my resume.. The cause was served bymy dear moms presence of mind,for she had carefully and diligently treasured away all those certificates i got and had throwed away without so much of a second thought. Phrasing out the certificates was all that was to be done on my part. The prizes i had won for totally bizzare and sophomoric games like the long forgotten 'lemon and spoon race' and the accolades i received for ' ice cream eating' contest came up to adorn my new resume..Crazy though it might sound is nothing compared to the sight of the aghast faces of my friends who chanced to get hold of a copy.

A slight redemption was offered by LAFEST(inter school cultural fest) back in my school days and also by CROSSROADS(inter collegiate fest) which offered something namesake to quote for my "DYNAMIC LEADERSHIP" and "HIGHLY DETERMINED" character!!

The rest of this endeavor went on without the slightest of glitches as i filled out my academic stats which stood apart for its total indifference to the rest of me as put forward by the darn'd resume. The percentages had hit rock bottom and the question
"WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED WITH UR GRADES??"
was glaring at me from those sheets.. There was nothing now i could to salvage those queries and i decided it was best to let them be. Personal details took up the remaining space as the resume details lay scattered over two full pages.

I was contended with the effort and i felt proud as i held the print out up in my arms...There it was..22 long years of my life squeezed up and yet at the same bloated up into 2 whole pages. It was indeed a commendable effort on my part.

Thus the resume part was done with..for good.

At this point i realised the post had gone wayward and hav consumed more words than originally intended.Hence the decision to split up the story. As a reader myself,i feel obliged to spare u from more rounds of my heavy artillery of crazy humour for the time being.. So...till i am back with the rest of the story..happy reading!!

the devil wears a skirt!!

2010-06-29T10:54:00.000-07:00

Its plainly evident from my earlier posts that i am not quite on the better side when it comes to dealing with the opposite sex(if u have read my earlier posts that is or if u know me personally).I had always been a total suck up when it has come to facing the other species. All my attempts had one thing or the another nasty about it and which has made me want to be shot at by a full squadron. if u have any whims or qualms about the authenticity or truth of what i have said here i can fully assure you that they are misplaced. I am the worst as it gets when dealing with the opposite sex.

The misgivings date back to my senseless primary school years. I was in one of those famous co-ed schools in the city(name left out for obvious and not so obvious reasons).
If i could sum up those five long years..it was like being between the devil and the deep blue sea..the teachers and the girls of course(i leave it your imagination to decide which is which).It has been the story of my life.

Remembering the particularly nasty anecdotes of those years i can but faintly remember a few of them. One of them happened when i was in my third standard. It was one dry afternoon and i was loitering around as usual..its then i suddenly caught sight of one of the girls in my class and her parents standing near the staff room. It was a common sight those days. Later in class i accidentally happened to remark that this girl's dad happened to look like one of the villain characters in the films. With a dark long handle bar moustache and a beer belly he did look like one of the stereotyped villain of yore whom you expected to pounce upon the heroine and later on get beaten up by the hero. The girl on the the other hand didnt seem to get the drift and ran to my class teacher claiming i had publicly insulted her dad. The teacher too failed to see my immaculate and innocent imagination and ordered me to stand outside the staff room for 3 afternoons.

I was but destined to suffer more at the hands of this wild testosterone lacking beasts.. Another time it was during one of the boring social science period if i remember right. Terribly bored and the teacher showing no signs of stopping i was looking around for ways to interest me.. the girl in front of me was so intently listening to the teacher ranting on.She had a ponytail sort of hair-do and i was pretty amused by the way it kept wobbling. I dont know to this date why i did it but at that odd moment i caught her hair and yanked it back(she later said it hit the bench too). She jumped up and started yelling.Needless to say i was thrown out of the class and was made to stay there for a week.My unlucky streak with the girls showed no signs of abetting as the days passed.. i recollect another incident when i was made to sit between 2 girls on a bench of three for a month. It was sort of rehabilitation period for me. It was one of the most maddening experiences of my life and even the mere memory of it sends shivers down my spine. My bench mates didnt even so much as smile at me and all they had for me was frosty stares which they threw upon me in abundance.

Incidents followed one after the other and all i was left with was unpleasant memories of my encounters with the opposite sex and i pretty much learned to avoid them..

I was saved the need to put up with them for any longer by divine intervention as i landed myself in a unisex school. From then on the interactions have been always from safe distance if at all any happened that is.

All that is well is never destined to end well as i soon found out. Years of carefree joy was followed by college. it meant it was time for the beast to be back amidst the beauties... but then... that is a story of itself and so maybe another time..

All that i can say with convincing honesty is that i have come to learn one thing in life.. a devil to me is not one with a smirk on his lips in a tall dark gown with wicked horns and a spear on his hand..its one with lip gloss .. a skirt and a matching hand bag!!!

Words....

2010-06-14T13:44:00.000-07:00

It was a calm night. Memories of course were storming inside..Nevertheless it was a silent night. My exams were finally over and i was relishing it. I was on a threshold. The one to set in motion an entirely chaotic if not less, portion of my life.

College has come to an end. Ah! That line was fraught with all sorts of emotions and memories. They were always one better than the other. So there i was.. reminiscing the good old days, and its then i thought i would write about one such memory which is special to me for reasons strange. It was one of those parting days at college.. and on that particular day it was the staff of my department giving us a farewell treat(obviously, many were happy to see our backs).

Now to the reason why this particular memory is quite special..it was the first time i gave a farewell speech. It was not quite a speech, more of an “stupid talk” in fact,but it doesn’t make it any less special. Well, the thing is..i did talk !!

The day started out as any normal one, woke up late.. late to class and of course the boring lectures which had become something of a routine now. Then the news about about the farewell came down. It was one of those penultimate days when anything about ‘THE END’ was met with a melancholic silence and so was this. As the news broke in.. excitement arouse an there was a feverish rush of ideas on how to beef up the event. A host of farewell speech were on the cards and i was gleefully trying to get some of my friends up on the dais(its always a pleasure to see the rest get screwed up) .

Then out of the blue my name dropped in and i was shocked at the very thought of it. As the ideas sunk into me it didn’t feel so weird at all. It might probably be the last chance for a showdown with my stage fright demons. The persuasion from friends and the wish to give it a shot, finally ended up with me agreeing. Even though thinking about it send down shivers down my spine.. i finally made up my mind.

Soon it was time for the drama to unfold. Teachers came pouring in and my fears reached gargantuan levels. I was literally shaking. But it was not time to sit and calm my mind.. i had a speech to say. Now came the important dilemma.. what was i going to talk about. I couldn’t possibly go up there and gawp at the rest. I must obviously say something about the eventful ,past four years of my life. I obviously should refer to my friends who made these four years worthwhile and suffered the hell with me, but the problem was how to put all those in words and even more tough.. how to present it in front of more than 80 pair of eyes staring incessantly at me.

The time did come and and i made my way up to the platform slyly. It was the first time i did something so totally daredevil.. ive never said a word during my farewell at school and i didn’t know why i had to do it here. But alas!! Here i was and it was ‘talking’ time.

What followed was nothing i had imagined it to be. I did a roundup of all the stuff that had happened to me and taking occasional detour to mention a few of my friends. I do remember mentioning my antics in class and of course the fun we had at last bench. My friends though occasionally do remind me that i was flaying my arms up and down and was quite crazy to watch . but i knew better.. i did fare good.. my first try at speech making wasn’t a disaster after all. On the other hand it was wonderful and i was contended.

Finally at the end of the day.. it was a long shot that went quite well and there it was... a day to remember and one surely a topper in the list of my golden memories of a college life!

Now here i post that video which is worth the laugh anyway...

2010-06-01T11:23:00.000-07:00

I think i must first mention that i am writing this on a wet rainy JUNE 1^st evening. I had my lab exams today morning and as a student u would be well aware that an exam is not one of those things u eagerly await. I dragged myself today morning to college i had the one of the best rides through the usually monotonous roads(unless of course the occasional sightings of a species on the rise... good looking girls). Today, it was an entirely different experience for me.

As is already mentioned, it was 1^st of june. The school reopening day!! All along the road there were little toddlers scurrying around. They were all in brightly coloured dresses and sure were eager to show them off . It was indeed a sight to seem them walking gleefully in groups laughing while i in my dumb old uniform scurried along with a frown on my face.

The sight of the kids going to school was indeed refreshing as some raced each other while some were talking away to glory and yet some others were walking hand in hand admiring the world around them. Here i would like to state emphatically indeed this made me forget about the impending lab exam. This brought back glorious memories from my own past and the numerous anecdotes. Well,for those of who are frowning can give it a rest since i am not going into any nostalgic mode and rant my life stories. What i wanted to convey was the freshness and the joy that this scene brought me even though i have witnessed it quite a number of times. The wonderful innocent smile, the happiness on their face which was a clear indication of the eagerness they had to welcome this new beginning was all so conductive that i couldn’t but smile.

The scene was no different around the city as children happily made their way to school in the company of friends and parents. The whole loads of glistening new uniforms were indeed a sight to stand and watch, but time was not so cooperative and i had a blind date with an unknown lab examiner.

So there i was.. stuck up in traffic watching all those kids having the time of their life while i kept staring with a ton of mixed emotions welling up inside me.. bygones will be bygones they say.. and they are so right....

A 'READ' TO REMEMBER ....

2010-05-23T11:19:00.000-07:00

The rainy weather and my particular state of boredom was highly conductive to reading. Pushed by the need to evade the idle tag rather than the thirst to feast my eyes on a book, i trudged along to a second hand book shop with a friend of mine. There were a whole bunch of stalls and each of the stall keepers were wooing us hard. We stepped into quite a few of them only to stage a stealth escape after hearing the prices of the secomd hand books piled up. This job was becoming increasingly difficult owing to the fact that my friend who was not quite an expert in such matters proved to be hindrance to my haggling with the owners over the price.

Unsuccessful at each stop we moved on. Some of them called us back with promises of settling on a better deal which didn’t work out either ,particularly because of my impatient friend. I still pulled him along to the next shop which was by far the biggest of the lot. They had a separate section for novels to where i hastily moved. A big pile of Robin Cooks, Michael Crichtons, Sidney Sheldons were stacked up. There were quite alot of them. I was rummaging through some John Grisham’s novels and i moved into de stall. Its then i saw that all too familiar face! A blond haired freckle faced guy smiling up at me from the cover of a book deep in that pile. He was flanked by two cute girls( one a dark haired one and the other a blonde one). In the backdrop was a guy wearing a ridiculous crown and swallowing a burger. ARCHIES COMICS! Suddenly i was transported to the world of the funny ARCHIE, his sweethearts VERONICA(the dark haired one) and BETTY(the blond one) and his crazy weird and nerdy friend JUGHEAD who loved to eat!

It was like going back down the memory lane for me. I found myself 12 years younger sitting in my room with an ARCHIE’s double digest in my hands. It was the days of the much dreaded history and geography textbooks which albeit a large book had the added advantage of acting a cover for my comics. I used to hide my ARCHIE’s comics inside the book and sit up reading for hours at the same time earning the sympathy and admiration of my parents. This became common with me trying out all the tricks to not get caught. The times when i was not so lucky turned out to be nightmares with parents confiscating the ‘vulgar’ comic books and me ending up getting yelled at.

Coming back to good old ARCHIES, it was a whole new world for me. Archie and his 2 lovers and their antics were always hilarious. Now as i wonder i am nothing short of surprised as to how he managed both of them when it was so tough to get hold of a good one here in my case. Betty the blonde sweet girl was my favourite out of the two and i kind of wished she ended up with Archie . Veronica who was the rich and spoilt girl added to the glam quotient. Jughead with his sinister ideas and antics were always worth a laugh and so was his stalker ‘Big Ethel’. Those were the carefree teenage days when having a girlfriend was like getting a a trip to moon and that is studied in a boys only school didn’t help either. Archie’s world was kind of a heaven to me, somewhere i could find solace .

Then there was Veronica’s millionaire dad Mr. Hiram Lodge who dreads meeting Archie for he was always clumsy and caused Mr.Hiram nothing but trouble.There was Archie’s rival Reggie who was after Veronica too. Further comedy was amply provide by the hefty Moose and his girlfriend Midge. The whole comic series was an awesome time killer and i used to get hooked up with it for hours at long.

So much for my thoughts. I pulled up the torn and old comic out of the heap. I bought it for the first price he asked without arguing. I then dragged myself back home .. all ready for a journey through the past yet again..reminding me of a master card commercial.. 'there are some things that money cant buy'!!

Web Smitten ??

2010-05-17T13:00:00.000-07:00

Urged by the instincts to write something and to keep my blog alive even more so ,i opened up a word document . I put the cursor on the top coordinates wishing feverishly that something or the other would come around! The past days had seen me bustling around without so much of a job at hand. I had gone for a film quite apprehensive of the fatality of the endeavour. The two and half hours i endured was a testimony of my fears. The urge to kill those hours were far more stronger and so i was willing to take the risk and suffer the consequences!

The very proof to my existence seemed to be my “online” status on the chat bar or messengers! I was already an active member of the facebook community interested in commenting and public thrashing. Facebook seemed to me like an elixir of life when boredom was consuming it up! Though there might be some scoffing at my thoughts.. but it was like a proof to my sane existence and something that kept me alive(online would have been the more appropriate word.. but under these circumstances the boundary is fatally marginal).Moreover someone seemed to be wanting of my opinions(read comments). Though they were rebuked upon and considered shit ,i cared no less because it was like an acknowledgment of my presence being noticed. It would start with a stray status opinion and soon all the pandemonium would break loose. After all the ass-whipping and the mud-slinging the storm would recede leaving the rest to nurse the wounds. Facebook came up with all sorts of applications to keep me occupied. These applications assured me to find answers to my eternal queries and even the very last detail of my friends and even scary.. their deep secrets!! Some even promised to predict the future for me( i had one application telling me i would be happily married with three kids to a girl, whose name i would like to leave out, by the year 2010).

Facebook sure seemed to be my final solace until i chanced to stumble into the Twitter world. This opened up vistas of nonsensical posts and a whole world of celebrities at my home(by home.. i was obviously referring to my Twitter home page). To see these people talk and that too first hand, was a refreshingly new experience. This got me hooked and twitter page became a permanent “tab-resident” on my browser. Tweeting was an entirely different ,giving me the power to air my “thought-tweets” to my friends. I didn’t hav the need to think up a clever status as was the case in Facebook. I could literally post anything remote that struck me as convincing. Tweets(Twitter posts) became the order of the day. Moreover,the zillion things and buzzing activities gave you stuff to circumspect and with a little work with my grey matter i literally churned out tweets.

When the 160 character tweets started to chain my creativity and the pangs of boredom started growing on me i turned to blogging. Blogspot was the obvious destinations. It seemed quite easy with the thousand of ideas steaming up inside me. The first times are the best they tell me..so true. I was quite at ease in posting up blogs for the first few days. Ad days counted on, there seemed to be a serious dearth of blogging topics. The hundreds of activities rolling around me failed to entice a writing worth blogging!

So here i am again.. thinking on something to write but the cursor sure has moves a lot! So i thought i would put this scrap up! Adding on.. Sanity is the worthless ornament worn by a deluded and bored soul!

life's like that !!!

2010-05-13T23:21:00.000-07:00

Warning : All characters in this blog post are not imaginary ones since it could be anyone among you! Any resemblance with characters dead or still on the look for a girl is purely coincidential.not that u need to know.. but still..

One fine day... scenario is a gathering of my class mates. Suddenly one among them raises her voice and declares:”im getting married.. you are all invited.. please do come.. blah..blah” with so much of a passing glance at you( and yeah..maybe i was standing open mouthed)!

Suddenly you get transformed into a dartboard on the wall. The darts comes flowing at u as frosty stares,pricky comments and awkward questions. U try to stay calm and look around for something remotely funny to bring back a smile onto the face. Well you cant blame them if the girl happens to be a well rumoured crush of yours. Some even come up with pity spray painted all over their face and offers you words of wisdom(with all glee filled up in their minds)!

The Houdini inside you jumps up and your mind gathers up ideas to manage an escape. This part is the toughest with the fellow sympathizers gathering around you. It might happen to be your buddies waiting for a chance to get back at you! First you try to recede to a less crowded region nearby. The next step would be to contrive a reason to get the hell out of there! This is of particular importance since the “being alone” is so very much entwined with such cases.

Once this done you stand confused thinking at what end of the pipe you are! Faced with a barrage of flash backs throttling your senses you think.. why you? Well.. why not you? Maybe since you were being a jerk.. not to realise that good ones are like diamonds and the chance that find the right one is rare!

Now its time u slap yourself to senses. Getting dumped might be the next thing as common as day and night and maybe you are being a bit too fetish! The census says there is just about 800 chicks up for grabs for every 1000 nitwits like you(an obvious reason for this species to become all the more choosy). That brings us to 1.25 guys per girl.This obvious emotional upper-hand must have something or the other to do with your situation! Personally ,if the case was otherwise, then i would hav chosen the 0.25 part of the girl saving myself from dealing with the other whole part. This night make you think “WTF are you doing”.. but the fact is that your brain is in a complete mess and its no surprise you think of such weird stuff!

This brings me to what i have to say.. Well one wrong way is not the end of trip fellows. Each time you fall just get up.. brush yourself up.. and stare the next one on her face and say: ”bring it on... baby!!”

Now, why i am writing about this is because of two reasons:

· For all the guys out there to know how this stuff works.

· And for all the girls to know what we guys think.

p.s:Now this blog may not be of any emotional support for you.. but then one day when you happen to face this situation.. just remember u read it here!

Time out!!

2010-05-11T14:10:00.000-07:00

After 22 years of struggling with life i have come to realise a thing which i have found more useful than newtons laws..there are two things that doesn’t run(or go) as u wish!!

· Girls

· Time

The harder you try to gain them the more it slips out of your hand! And in my case.. i have totally given up on both!!

If i were to point out the toughest of these to handle i would go all in for time! We have a long history of misgivings to write about!! It would date back to the days when i was toddler back at school! The day would start well past the sunrise.. and what ensues is a chase of the school bus on my dads scooter with me clutching on to him. He never used to fail me... and i used to roll into the school in the Loyola bandwagon which were always a cauldron of interesting activities! the interesting fact was that this became a routine and even on the “once –in a blue-moon” cases when i used to wake up early!!

Time simply seemed to elude me and i strongly believe it not to be a fault of mine. I used to wonder if there were any particular god in the zillion hindu deities who was assigned the dut y of time keeping and if there be any way to appease this particularly impatient god who was mean enough to fill up a minute with only 60 tiny seconds and again stuff 60 of these short minutes into an hour and well a day would obviously end up short if not otherwise!

Well the gods still seemed not to favour me as i moved on and early morning tuitions became the rule of the day. I found it extremely inconvenient to get my ass up there before the teacher had started on. Awkward moments used to follow with me being made a scapegoat for the literally drooling nitwits to laugh their sleep away! Some days used to turn out pretty nasty with some of them threatening to throw me out! Well not that i cared expect for the chicks i got to see and my parents’ frustration! These sleep killing ventures never went on well with me as it usually ended up wid me dozing off on the last bench.

The tryst with time continued into my college days and the situation just got worsened. I had to reach the college all by myself and the traffic jams the city was famous for never helped the cause. I was consistently late to the class with the first hours of class usually eluding me! It was like i existed in a totally different time zone and which i guess the teachers were not quite aware of! Some gave a sardonic smile as they waved this “time challenged”(something i came up with to indicate my predicament)in. Some others were not so lavish on their sympathy and the threats and HOD-visits were becoming common. The other consequences were id-card confiscation by the college sentry and the subsequent visits to the Bursar’s office to collect those back(not that i cared for those damn thing to hang down my neck).

As if it was not enough ,this odd predicament of mine started to affect my social life too!! I started turning up late for movies.. which usually didn’t happen.. and even for other stuff which were far more interesting that school or college.. All this made me realise i had some kind of an on-time-phobia which i could not probably cure! It was me.. a part of me i cant help without.. and something i had to take with me all the way to my grave, since i sure don’t want to be late to my funeral!!

Memoirs of an unpublished scrap.

2010-05-10T00:19:00.000-07:00

This article was written by me for publishing on my school magazine when i was in 12^th. It never happened because i got cowed down by my shyness. I put this down here, as a memoir of those old days in my school which i can’t remember but without pangs of emptiness and my current depravity!

The article:

The mind defies gravity and it floats around. The pistons are oiled up and rearing for action. The chips and circuits are assembled and the construction has begun!

A professional arises out of the burnt ashes of a school boy like a phoenix. Life has cleared up a way for itself or rather found a way cleared up by some wandering soul who happened to fall on it. A path ravaged by millions and turned into an arena for the” war of the worlds”. The winning ones lead the way! Those who are trampled are long forgotten. The winner takes all and the losers lick the left overs!

Welcome on board! Professionalism has become the ‘ABRACADABRA’ of the era and has taken control over the turning wheel of progress. The times are changing, the plethora of developments in the last decade has carved out a new face for our future. The face oddly resembles that of a ‘TECHNOCRAT’. Technocracy is creeping up from far and wide. The chances are minimal and the world chooses to succumb!

The age of adventures and artists are over. Man is being stereotyped morons stripped of all powers. ‘INNOVATION’ and ’THOUGHT’ are old forgotten cliches. The world is ‘progressing’or is it?

Whatever the case might be..there’s no turning back. The world ahead awaits or rather put correctly..We wait for the future to engulf us. So lets do the best to keep the sails up and row ahead to gather up whatever the future holds for us.

So.. Reboot your systems..Stack up your transmitters.. Kick start your engines and race away into the future!

p.s: forgive the exaggerations(i always had a weak spot for them).. this is an un-edited raw copy which never got to see the pages of the "LOYOLITE"!! sigh!

Toddler trouble!!

2010-05-09T12:40:00.000-07:00

This one happened when i went for a movie last week.i was seated near the end. The film had just started and the credits were rolling in. Suddenly my view was blanked out by two huge figures as they went past me after taking sufficient time to do stamp all over my foot!! It was a couple and finally after a lot of heaving and shuffling they were seated.

The film started and it incidentally happened to be a horror flick ( the makers thought it to be). Ten minutes into de movie i felt something soft poking me on my arm. I was startled and i sat up all shaken only to realise the couple had taken care to bring their baby for the movie(maybe they wanted him to learn the art of film making early and become a Hitchcock later on). Whatever they thought, i realised ,was not good news to me after the toddler had kicked me five times or so!

I don’t know if it was the film or anything that baby had against me(that was unlikely since i loved babies until then) but he sat upright on his dads lap and started hitting me. This was highly unfair considering the fact that he had to reach out to hit me when his dad was so near him. I ignored this little “bully” and he went all quite silent after that.

Half an hour of peace prevailed and the ghosts were streaming in and out of the movie when a blood curdling scream rang out near me. I was shocked beyond my wits only to realise it was de “tiny terror” venting his frustration. Obviously the ghostly silence didn’t seem to suit his whims. The intermittent screams continued to test my patience right throughout. Finally when the end credits rolled up i turned to this “ fellow” only to see him smile smugly in his dad’s arms, and i am pretty sure i saw him give me an evil grin that said ” gotcha big fellow”!!!

p.s: i implore all newborns to please keep their distance from cinemas!

Getting started!!

2010-05-09T01:38:00.000-07:00

So. a new unheralded entry to the blogging world. i just chanced to stumble upon here guided up my boredom!! An idea i got after endless hours of straying through the worlds widest(and wily) web(WWW)!! many of my friends blog! but after the well publicized start they seem to fall back into oblivion..
Then there are some who blog and those with words whose meaning i cant understand.. Its so irritating to read a blog going over to google checking for word meanings!Well maybe their life's were way too complicated for a simpleton like me to comprehend.

Still some others with their Socratic or Platonic( words i coined myself.. i love doing that) philosophies which i cant garner nor relate to which makes me wonder how complicated a 4 letter word(LIFE) can become..

So i thought i would write something my friends(known and unknown and those yet to be made)can read and pass on without so much of a cell of their needing to move or work!

So keep reading fellows.. and i hope to be back with the writing part too!!