Last days and a lonely ride 2

Day 2 : The Great Escape and a few quarters down

A lousy day has just gone by in a place that's slowly being devoid of its charisma. This place is wonderful when you've got friends, and students skirting around. But right now, exams finished and holidays dawned, everyone's bidding adieu to the place for the next few days. And it's just about time when it's time for all of mine to be off too... "Just one last get-together" we say, and decide to dine together.

A fair chunk sits in "Spicy n Ice" waiting for the latecomers, me being one. Just as I'm about to reach the place.,
Trrrrring Trrrrring... (my cellphone ringtone was the classic telephone ring then...)
"Hello"
"Dude, there's a change of plans... come to KMC ground, we'll decide things there."
"What the bleep! why this change of plan all of a sudden?"
"Stories when we meet."

"Okay" I say, and walk back half my way to catch-up with the rest. While the rest of the party gets back, the story goes:
"We were having some time-pass fun waiting for you people. Irfan was rocking on one of the chairs there... and he fell on his back." and they all burst out in a laugh. Only after a few minutes, when all the laughter subdued, is the reason revealed. His rocking had broken the chair's leg, and immediate evasive actions were taken to avoid a show-down. Given that an entire table of people evacuate without ordering for a thing... and without evoking suspicion from the manager., I'm sure he's cursed everyone of us for having broken his furniture and gotten away easy-peasy. I wish I were at the scene when it happened... All said and done, the owner was bluffed, one perfect escape effected, a few hundred bucks saved, and we're all back at the KMC grounds not knowing where we'll be having our dinner.

Even before the place is decided, is the host named... "KC, your treat today.". Raghu's proposition, and on public behest, we all head to Pancharatna. Over an hour and a half, it was probably one of those rare dinners where people had less to eat and more to drink, and even more to talk. Let the point be taken that most of us were full by the time we stopped ordering starters. ("What on earth did we eat then?", you may ask...) When it was time for the bill, which was worth it, Bhautik, I've honored your words (though I must accept that was the most expensive treat I ever hosted...). An extraordinary dinner and we disperse.

But since it's been begun, it has to be taken to the end. One mere pint of beer during dinner wasn't good enough. Hello to T-spirits, where  all of those of us who wanted to, had a couple more... and then, it was time to decide what next. T-spirits has some more good business, and it's Sam-n-Suri's. That's our "Adda" for the night. Our bar-tender for the night, Raghu mixes fruit pulp and drinks and coke like he's been doing it all his life. Every mix he prepares has the exact same flavor. Perfect proportions they ought to be... "Dude, you should've been a bartender at some point to do it so perfectly every time!" I say of him. By 2:30, the last of them are finally empty. Time to go to bed. Good Night!

Last days and a lonely ride 1

P.S: Quotes unquoted...

Day 1:  May 27th 2012.

MiB or MI? When Men-In-Black seemed like Mission Impossible.

When I thought I'll set right a li'l big mess with MIB-3, and make an exit from Manipal (and from among them...) for the time-being.

~0730 Hrs : A walk down to Udupi and from there, towards Malpe for no reason.

~1130 Hrs : Walk back from Malpe unable to enjoy myself. It was here that I'd decided. The li'l big mess ought to be set right. Phone rings...

'Hello!'

'Hi, free?'

'errmm, we're not in town right now... ad-hoc plans.' (and I learn that the plans are MIB-3...)

'Oh! fine. Enjoy.'

~1630 Hrs : Back to Udupi to blow up ten grands, and nobody knows why or what it was. The loneliness and the "good-bad" argument in my head have driven me insane. A moment's decision was all it was... maybe it was a thought of dying out of exhaustion on the way that made me do it...

~1730 Hrs : Still not all right, and my plans to leave early next morning are seeming to vanish into thin air. Phone rings again...

'Dude, what time do you think you'll be back?'

'Not sure., but surely not before 9.'

Damn! shouts my head, and another split moment decision... plans of leaving postponed by another day. And in the meanwhile, a few pending jobs *though unimportant, could be completed.

~2030, I get an SMS... 'Hey, won't have to stay here anymore and again.'

~2130 : 'Hey, just got down at TC. catch up after a few min for dinner..." and I message back saying "okay...'

finally, about an hour later, I just get enough time to meet up and say 'Congrats, and hope you had good fun. Thought I'll be leaving tomorrow morning. Your treat shall be pending. Hope to see ya again...'

'Yeah. How about treat at KC? Breakfast on me.'

'Maybe... okay.'

The conscious lie about leaving next day morning isn't leaving me comfortable. So I SMS again 'I'll be staying back the next day for some last minute work. Treat need not be at breakfast... take your time at waking up... need not wake up all so early to bid farewell...'

'Okies...' I get a reply, and that was the last one.

Day 2... next time...

Before I came to college, I wish I had known...

That I could change so much and barely realize it.

That you can love a lot of people in a lot of different ways.

That college kids throw chalk and airplanes too.

That if someone wears polyester he was bound to answer "why you're so dressed up?"

That almost every clock on campus shows a different time.

That if you were smart in high school--so what?(really!)

That one can know everything and fail a test.
That one can know nothing and ace a test.

That I could get used to almost anything I found.

That home is a great place to visit.

That education was meant to be outside of classes.

That friendship is more than getting drunk together.

That breakfast served until 9:30 every morning is gone by 9:20.

That Sunday is a figment of the world's imagination.

That when someone wants to 'borrow' something, they mean that they want to keep it forever.

That it's possible to be alone even when you are surrounded by friends.

That friends are what makes this place worthwhile!!

changing times

It was a beautiful sight. not sure when the next such occasion will be. At least, India's got none this year :( unfortunately after this. Jan 15th 2010. An annular Solar Eclipse grazes the sub-continent. the Southern tip sees some spectacular views of it. Bangalore too, inspite of being unfortunate enough not to have a total solar eclipse for about 670 years since the one on 13th Dec 1498, had it's share at close to 85% totality. And me, I had my share of bangalore's share too.

As the day begun in office, there was some sort of a hysterical aura all around. 'Oh, it's an eclipse, and we're not supposed to watch it. We're not supposed to eat during the eclipse...' and so on... But like everywhere else, there were a couple of 'Black Sheep of the Flock', and this flock had me too. My very craze of watching eclipses urged me to break open an unused, scrapped floppy and go out. And when the other 'Black Sheep' got to know this, they came out too, to watch the most beautiful celestial phenomenon this city is gonna experience for a while... And then, some of the 'White Sheep' started turning black after hearing from the descriptions from others... But a couple of them said 'I should not! It's an order that I should not watch the eclipse. It's an omen!'. As always, the only expression I could give was out of my mouth! When will people learn that seeing an eclipse the "Right way" is in no way an omen? It's time to change. And change is Inevitable... for it always comes when someone is perpared to "Be the Change". it is no supernatural element of life to happen all by itself.

As for the question posed to me for skipping lunch, I don't mind doing it for the sake of respecting someone's faith however rational i am... and btw, it does also have it's own science, and rationale to skip lunch esp. in office (yes, i'm serious about it!)... ;) btw, here's something if you've missed it...

वाह रे Network, वाह रे mobile...

overheard an argument about better networks, saw a lady blocking the market way,
found a friend too busy, and even the real use of cell-phones... it was apparently to talk only to girlfriends/boyfriends!!

too many things about mobiles and networks today...
and when anon came to know of it, this is what it all ended with...

क्या idea है सरजी आपका, जो कहा आपने "walk while you talk"
पर लागे है सब कुछ बकवास , if you don't watch while you walk.
देखा जो मैंने आज किसी को "walking-talking" करते हुए,
न जाने क्यों चल रहे थे वो रास्ता रोके, धक्के खाते हुए।

बातें हो जब इतनी सारी तो पैसे क्यों बरबाद करें?
second के हिसाब से चलके क्यों ना अपना bill भरें?
चाहिए अगर फिर भी आपको, selected लोगों से बातें करना,
चिंता की कोई बात नही, zoozoo जो साथ मे है ना!

सोचें अगर आप cartoon और कुत्ता बनाते नहीं आप का कारोबार,
dial कीजिये toll free Bharti को, शायद call उठा ले कोई at least एक बार।
इसी लिए तो कहते हैं government undertaking सबसे बेहतर है,
Ad मे तो यही कहते हैं... की "हिन्दुस्तान बोल रहा है"!

Network जो भी हो, इरादे तो नही बदलती है,
जिन्हें देख न सके, उनसे बातें तो हो जाती है।
जो भी हो, मिला है जो offer उसका सही इस्तेमाल करो,
girlfriend, boyfriend ही नही, कभी दूसरे दोस्तों को भी याद करो!

realizations of a "Ridetime"

Is something wrong?? I don't know. I only realized what I'd been doing at home. I was a schoolboy riding on the city roads. Some silly things I did... absolutely silly...

Fired somebody with a double barrel at a traffic signal for being a nuisance...
winked at her when i received a friendly smile...
rode like a small kid riding on an empty road, making "wheeee"stlinging noizzes...
got my bike to a halt at another traffic signal like a "Car"toon choking to a halt...
stopped all of a sudden to thank someone for letting me pass...
caught a few raindrops after getting back home, and sipped them... They were nectarine:D
intentionally went out and drenched myself head to toe...
and the silliest!!! well, felt i should tell the world all that i did today...

Does anyone know what's happened to me???

Too much to speak!

But i'll keep 'em as short as possible...
starting early today morning... after a reallllllly long time, I saw her. No... it was just her photo thoh... :( actually, I was digging my cupboard for some documents, and found this photo where there was this charming face among a bunch of people...
okay... no more details!
NEXT!!
Rode my way to office absolutely crazy. I'd never ride my bike beyond 50. Today... I dunno why!
I've seen someone so feared, and named Death, at such close quarters, for just going past this limit by another 5kph, and twice at that. Hmmph! Since then, I've been feeling like Life's calling for another Life. and I've enjoyed it all...
Office: as normal as it always was, but a bit boring, with none to bug while I began drowzing as usual. :(
After office, went on to buy out a dozen/2 books. also, made some new friends at the book shop :D, asking me the same question to start off with... "So many books! Do you really read them?" Lips moved otherwise, but my (crazy) mind answered these crazy people something else every time. कभी दूकान शुरू करना था तो कभी चूल्हा जलाना था ;)
Done! after the shopping (like girls do... never knowing what to buy...) was returning home.
Now, it was time again for a pillion rider. Unlike my earlier experiences i've already spoken of, this time, it was no old man struggling for a family.
This time, it was Imran, a 13 year old boy. Father in Dubai, mom a housewife, and as he said, she would get about 30-35k every month from Dubai.
And what was he doing in front of a garrage where I picked him up???
Well! another shock! he worked there. "So ein Mist!" is what i could exclaim when i heard that.
asking him why he had to work, and why not go to school., it was an amazing answer to get...
"नही साब! मन नही लगती पड़ने को। बाप भी पढ़ा नही फिर भी पैसा मिलती ना। फिर मेरेको भीच १५० रूपये मिलते रोज़। तो कायको पढता मैं?"
i had absolutely no answer. Anybody???
And then, i reached home... the first thing to see on TV... the Zoozoos of Vodafone. their new brand ambassadors. though i have never given any oppurtunity to Vodafone/Hutch to serve me as my operators, i felt that the little pup gave it a more humanly and personal touch. It would be so much so nice... though, i admire the people who came up with these Zoozoos... a superb creation, for a full time animation with no animators, but live actors. Great job Vf... but see if you can get the dog into action too...
So, wishing me a gr8 weekend, lemme sign off... it's time to proceed with the new found books...:)

"Kannada Barutha??"

Achtung:Readers, don't blame me for a rather long blog this time...
(btw, I've not taken long to type it all... ;) it's one I read somewhere, but felt I should publish, with some of my own spice :).

Aaaah! I am sure most of you in Bangalore would have heard this, but what is "kannada barutha?" here it goes. Bangalore the IT capital of India , the silicon city and now a Metro city opened its gates to almost all kinds of people. Very evidently the recent poll census proved that there are only 47% of original inhabitants in Bangalore/bengaluru. The life style of the city has seen a gradual change with Pizza Corners replacing MTR's, classy eat out's replacing "Vidyarthi Bhavans" and flashy pub's replacing all the "Mahalakshmi wine shops".

"Change is inevitable" from the days of HMT, BEML, HAL and BHEL to INFOSYS and WIPRO; Bangalore has a new look now on the world map. Gone are the days where a typical Sunday for any bangalorean was a nice romantic walk on the pavements of "LALBAGH...", "rave idli and coffee.." at the nearest yet old looking MTR and a wonderful Annavra film either at Santosh or central 'talkies'. Today's Bangalore is deluged in traffic, stress and pressure, Saturday nights without beer is desolate and a Sunday without a visit to either a nearest spa or health clinic is schlocky!! The gandhibazar's are now AC cooled super markets, majestic is now replaced by an ultra modern and diversified Brigade road, "Sri cauvery coffee joint" is now Coffee day... and "Bhagyalakshmi coffee adda"... is now Barista. With globalisation and more retail market the city will definitely see more forceful changes.

Have all these changed our language? Kannada the local language of Bangalore is supposed to be one of the most meaningful of languages; it also has an unique script as compared to many of its other counterparts; but what percentage of people really use Kannada in Bangalore now? The figures are staggering, only 37% of people speak kannada in the state's capital as i read somwhere. for rest it is only "Kannada barutha?"

Any normal guy starts with this sentence "Kannada barutha?" while talking to another person. people confirm before they speak the language. You want to ask an address in Bangalore? or reply to a question... then English is the most preferred language with Hindi. It's a fact that two kannidagas in an IT company always talk in a neutral language!! even the vendors and shop keepers are channeled to this new wave, the moment when you step in any shop in Bangalore , you are always asked "Kannada barutha?" or the entire conversation takes place in non kannada languages. People have lost the confidence of speaking in the local language and more over speaking Kannada on the streets of "M.G road "or "kormangala" is substandard.

Shopping malls in the city have been completely banned from using Kannada, not a forced one but definitely an adapted one. One has to confirm that the other person knows the language before he starts using any language. "ondu glass beer" is a insult when it comes to any decorous pub in Bangalore. "Swalpa menu card kodthira..??" has been replaced by "Can I have the menu card please...?"

Just to hit some facts, marathi is still the largest and common speaking language in mumbai even though mumbai has the highest no of inhabitants. Telugu is a practised ritual in yet another IT HUB Hyderabad. When it comes to tamil nadu, beware you can be alive either if you are a fan of rajnikanth or you know tamil. Malyalam runs in the blood of every mallu be it Kuwait , dubai or any hospital; but when it comes to kannada it isalways "kannada barutha?" and next is "namaskara."

I am neither a Kannada activist nor do I run any Kannada supporting organization, I am just a plebeian who just loves the language. Globalisation is the trend and modernisation is the mantra. but at the cost of a language? Sounds no logic.. Is speaking kannada down market? The answer has to be found within oneself. Next time when you hear "kannada barutha?"., just remember that "kannada runs in your blood.."

Untitled.

Two lines of his, one friend wanted me to publish...

Why?? Well... for him, blogging is rather childish...

मजबूत यह दिल तुम्हारे इनकार से ऐसे खोखला हो गया।

मानो सावन न आया तो पत्थर जैसे डोख्ला बन गया॥

For those, who don't know डोख्ला, it's a Gujju Special, soft n spongy, swwweet n sour dumpling,

our canteen cooks prepare to the best of their abilities, never to match even a Gujju fledgling...

All these words are his, including this line...

all that I can claim, is that the blog is mine...

-Anon

(P.S: name not published:( , for that's what's asked of.)

I also don't know, what inspired to make a dhokla out of stones now:P

Recession... no better explanation

Yet again, but after one experience I had with a security guard, this time it was a traffic cop. Now, this time, it is not for me to think if we are worth... rather, this guy made me admire how even such "Jargons" of the "Civilized world" are so simply understood by these"People from the Small Towns" (छोटे शेहेर के लोग as they are commonly known across the बड़े शेहेर के लोग। ).

The beauty of their life makes me admire the छोटे शेहेर way of life. As always, like it's more out of habit (the habit of chattering too much;) ) than something else, I started talking to this guy too. The moment he realized my Engg. background, and that I work for a sw firma, the first thought that hit him was about recession. I was sure it was his first thought, because he took no time in asking how SW engineers made a living with this recession. Now, as I started explaining how less the impact of Recession in India was, and the hype that the media has created, he interrupted me. He said, ಬಿಡಿ ಸಾರ್ ಗೊತ್ತು ಈ Recessionಉ. (Meaning, leave it sir, We know what this recession means, and its menace too...). I thought it's time to close my mouth, and open my ears. so, continued hearing what he was saying...

This is how he explained "Recession" to me...

"There is a situation, where tomatoes cost 40rupees a kilo. wondering about the profit they would make if they grew tomatoes, everyone kicked off with tomato cropping at the same time. Now, a while later, when it was time to harvest, everyone was waiting for a shock. With all the crop harvested at the same time, the market was so full of tomatoes, that it became hard for the farmers to sell it at even 50paise a kilo, and the harvest was going down the gutter. Now, you people are the tomatoes, and all the SW firms, the farmers, who thought you tomatoes would be the best bet in a market so full of vegetables, to make the best profits."

Yes, he was so very simple. The way this छोटे शेहेर का आदमी spoke.. actually, had I been given an explanation like this at the first instance, I would not have taken so long as I actually did, to understand recession. How simple, and practical the lives of these people are. If only... I were from a place like where he was from... Life would have been so simple to understand... and so, would be the meaning of life...

Hats off to the simplicity of these people. Civilized earthlings, learn something from them. Recession would ceretainly not have hit us as hard as it has, had we understood life their way.

The secret of a movie...

Never had I thought that such an incident can happen on such a beautiful Sunday eve. But it had to, and happened this Sunday. 2 of us, A friend of mine, and myself, were sitting on a bench and discussing about something (irrelevant here) when one guy, seemingly aged around 20 came to us, and enquired if we spoke Kannada. Getting a response in the affirmative, he started chatting with us for a few minutes, and so unsuspectfully...
A while later, his true persona was revealed. He had come to us with a purpose.
From what he told us of himself, he was a dropout after being unable to pass his 10th, and had to go to one of his relatives' house in Chamarajpet. He asked us if we could help him. When we enquired about his whereabouts, he said he lived with his parents in the Quarters adjacent. His parents never stopped him from going to the relative('s') house, neither were they ready to give him any money. So, he wanted us to give him something, so that he could.
We looked at each other for a while, and thought (the first mistake!) that he was truthful, and decided we give him some money, at the most 20bucks.(the second mistake!!) However, as it was to be, neither of us had any bill that could be spared for him. I said I had nothing lesser than a Rs.100 bill, and pat came his answer. "Irli sir, adanne koDi, naanu 60 rupai change koDtini" (Ok. give me the 100 rupees, and I will give you a change of 60 rupees.). The most horrible shock of my lifetime. A person who hadn't even 20 rupees to go to his relative('s') house, in no time, possesses atleast Rs.60.
Us:Why do you need money when you already have sufficient?
He:actually, wanted to buy a CD.
Us:what's important? CD or Relatives?
He:both... I also want to go to their home. (Which, I interpreted as CD being more important)
Us:and what's more important?
He: CD.
Us:which CD is it, that's more important than your relatives?
He:actually, I want to buy a CD of "Raaz". (For those who might wonder, it's a Hindi Movie. I've not yet seen it though.)
Us:But you could actually rent one and watch it for less than Rs.10.
He:No. I want to own a CD of the movie! (Ain't it a wonderful answer?)

This shook us up literally. What's so special about this movie?
What is the "Raaz" behind someone being so desperate to own a CD and watch the movie?
can someone let me know, before I waste bandwidth to download movies like Raaz to find out the "Raaz"???

ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು

ಪ್ರಿಯ ಓದುಗರೇ,,
ವಿರೋಧಿ ನಾಮ ಸಂವತ್ಸರದ belated ಹಾರ್ದಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

ಇದೇನಿದು ಇದ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಇದ್ದ ಹಾಗೆ, ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ blog ಕುಟ್ಟುತ್ತ ಇದ್ದೀನಿ ಅಂತ confusionಆ?

ಏನಿಲ್ಲ. ಸುಮ್ಮನೆ ಹಾಗೆ for a change ಅಷ್ಟೆ. ನಮ್ಮ್ ಭಾಷೆ, ಸಂಸ್ಕಾರಗಳನ್ನ ಬಿಡಕ್ಕಾಗತ್ತಾ?

ಆದ್ರೂ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ ಏನೋ ಬಿಟ್ಟುಹೋಗಿದೆ ಅನ್ನಿಸತ್ತೆ ಈ ದೊಡ್ಡ ದೊಡ್ಡ ಸಿಟಿಗಳಲ್ಲಿ.

for example, ನಮ್ಮ ಹಬ್ಬಗಳ ಆಚರಣೆಗಳನ್ನೇ ನೋಡಿ... ಆಗ ಒಂದು ಕಾಲ ಇತ್ತು. ಮನೆ ಮಂದಿ ಎಲ್ಲರೂ ಸೇರಿ ಹಬ್ಬಗಳನ್ನ ಆಚರಿಸೋ ಕಾಲ... ಆದ್ರೆ ಈಗ, phone ಮೂಲಕನೇ ಅಜ್ಜಿ ತಾತ, ಅತ್ತೆ ಮಾವ, ದೊಡ್ಡಪ್ಪ ದೊಡ್ಡಮ್ಮ, ಚಿಕ್ಕಪ್ಪ ಚಿಕ್ಕಮ್ಮ, ಅಣ್ಣ ಅತ್ತಿಗೆ, ಅಕ್ಕ ಭಾವ, and so on... ಎಲ್ಲರ ಆಶೀರ್ವಾದ ಸಿಕ್ಕು ಹೋಗತ್ತೆ. ಅವರ ಮುಖಗಳನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ಅದೆಷ್ಟು ಕಾಲ ಆಗಿರತ್ತೆ ಅಂತ ಕೂಡ ಗೊತ್ತಿರಲ್ಲ ಕೆಲವೊಮ್ಮೆ.

ಆ ಕಾಲದಲ್ಲಿ, ಹಬ್ಬದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ಒಂದೆರಡು ದಿನ ಮುಂಚೇನೇ ಶುರು ಆಗಿರ್ತಿತ್ತು. city market, ಮಲ್ಲೇಶ್ವರಂ ಎಲ್ಲ ತುಂಬಿ ಹೋಗಿರೋದು family shoppingಗೆ. ಇವಾಗ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ, ಏನೂ difference ಕಾಣಲ್ಲ. ವರ್ಷವೆಲ್ಲಾ ಅಷ್ಟೇ ಜನ ಜಂಗುಳಿ ಇರತ್ತೆ. ಬೀದಿ ಬೀದಿಗೂ ರಾಶಿ ಮಾವಿನ ಸೊಪ್ಪು, ಬೇವಿನ ಸೊಪ್ಪು, ಹಾಕಿ ಮಾರಟಕ್ಕೆ ಕೂತಿರೋರು. ಇವಾಗ ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂತಲ್ಲ, ಆದ್ರೆ, ಆವಾಗಿನ ಸಂಭ್ರಮ ಇವತ್ತು ಕಾಣೋಲ್ಲ.

ಈ IT ಬೂಮ್ ಯಾವಾಗ ಬಂದು ನಮ್ಮ ಊರಿಗೆ ತಟ್ಟಿತೋ ಅವಾಗ್ಲೇ change ಶುರು ಆಗಿಹೋಯ್ತು. ಇವತ್ತು ಜೀವನದ ರೀತಿ ಕೂಡ change ಆಗಿಹೋಗಿದೆ. But, ಕಾಲನ ಮಹಿಮೆ ಯಾರಿಗೆ ತಿಳಿಯತ್ತೆ ಹೇಳಿ?

ಹೊಸ ವರ್ಷದ ಬೇವು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಬೆರೆತ ಜೀವನದಲ್ಲಿ, ಹೊಸತು ಹಳೆತುಗಳನ್ನ ಕೂಡ ಬೆರೆಸಿಕೊಂಡು ಜೀವನವೆಂಬ ಸುಂದರ ಪಯಣ ಮುಂದುವರೆಸೋಣ... ಸಂತಸದಲ್ಲಿ ಸಾಗೋಣ...

ಮತ್ತೊಮ್ಮೆ, ಹೊಸ ಸಂವತ್ತಿನ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

My blog never sleeps...;)

at 3AM before dawn, I definitely am sleepless for long beyond my normal routine. Reason? Neither do I know. As well have nothing else to do. The stars not in their brightest veils, nor are books interesting me. So, This is what you do when you're sleepless, and your interests do not interest you. Turn on your PC, go online, and if you have a blog-sphere, start typing into it.
But, then type what? without any topic...
Well, lemme tell you some nonsense...
It was born way back in 2001, but died out instantaneously... But then, its resurrection happened in 2006, and again in 2008. Interested to know a secret?
the name of my blog-sphere, and my blogger site address, have something in common. (Whoever is able to guess it is entitled to win a worthy prize.)
well, That's too tough ain't it? okay then... lemme give you a clue...
The blog site address, contains 2 names (or parts thereof). Guess them, n link them to the blog name.
Now, to say, when do I blog? well, mostly when I'm not able to tell out somethings, they come in here. Otherwise, all that I remember of from the past, present, and the future, and want to share with people. I still have a lot to post here, but am not really convinced that they be put up. Anyone who's good at understanding psychology through usage of language, can very easily find out what kind of a person I am. Otherwise, even if you know me personally, I'm sure you don't know my person. So, now that you have some hints, go ahead, and rediscover all that you can.

Let's see how far you go...

Good luck:) to all those who have an answer to this post of mine;)

P.S: this post was typed between 3AM and 3:50AM. only that it had to be posted late, thanks to BESCOM, BSNL and my dear PC... if it's been confusing to you.

Luck and fate... Part 2

Some days ago, it so happened. I'd forgotten my wallet at home, and been to office. And I realized this a few minutes after reaching, when my mother called me up to tell me she found my wallet. (seems funny, that now a days, I'm forgetting a bit too many...) Hmm... I'd had no money for anything that day too. Well, now to call luck or fate, PArt 2.1, my bike was to be fully drained of fuel, and so did it happen. Just as I thought it would. One of my friends, who'd borrowed some money (was meagrely 50 bucks, but meant a lot that day.) incedentally happened to return it. Petrol ka locha khatam. Got something for my bike's tummy on the way back.
But a few minutes before leaving, just as I was speaking to (and not speaking with, as most people I know do;) ) a few friends. Had a feeling that something is gonna go off track on the way back home... Asked if someone could lend me a few hundreds while in a jovial mood., but never actually borrowed any. Now was the funniest part of the day to come., the luck and fate part 2.2...
At around 9:45PM and a third of my trip back home still left, (it is one every day from home to office, n back!!! 20+ kms on bangalorean roads!) I met a few people, who were loyally doing their job. They were calling aside, every person from whom they thought they could earn. (I donno if it was for themselves, or for the Govt though...:P) I was one of them. A senior Officer, asked me for the card. My Driving Licence. After promptly denying that I had any proof of documentation about myself., except my I-Card, as well as for my bike, he asked me if I would pay for this.
Me : "How can I, when my wallet is at home??? I would atleast have paid a fine and gotten home if I had atleast my EC cards."
Off : Take your I-Card from me tomorrow after showing me your documents, or paying the fine... (He had my I-Card by then.)
Me : But I leave for office by 7AM. (My biggest lie to a Govt officer...;)) I can get the documents here within sometime.
Off : Where do you stay?
Me : About 8 km away.
Off : But that's pretty far away.
By now, I'd called home, n asked for all the original documents., which I actually had...
He wandered around me with a hope, and repeatedly asked me if I had any money left with me at all... and got the same answer every time. A plain toned NO.
Finally, even before someone could get my originals, he probably felt I was not worth anything that day. His bait had failed to catch a fish. Instead, it had hooked up to some fishbone...
Unwillingly, and with an unsettling frown on his face, he returned my I-Card, and let me off.
This was my first encounter with a Traffic Police and will be one of those everlasting memories of fooling around government officials.
But whatever be it, "MURPHY RULES."
btw, who's this Murphy??? The smartest earthling I've heard of!!!