I have a question. How do I write about someone whom I don’t no much about??
If you have any answers do post them to me at I-have-a-better-idea@keep-them-to-yourself.com
It was a rhetorical question!
So, this is the state of affairs up till now. As I was too lethargic to send my best friend a birthday gift, I decided to write him a post on my blog. Astonishingly, there was such a remarkable response to it that people actually came up to me to put them on the spot light in my blog.
Now I’m not sure if they know that my readership is limited to about 20 to 30 people; but suddenly I have become the one who can give them their one minute glory. So in turn I decided that I would write a post for every one of my friend’s for their birthdays*.
There is a saying in that goes around in the commerce colleges in Mangalore (that’s my hometown) “if the topic of the essay is cow, and you have no idea about it, then talk about the tree it was tied to”
Well that is exactly what I decided to do when this guy came up to me and said, “Bhabhi, mere birthday ke liye plz aap mere bare mein blog likhna.”
At that very moment, I was in a state of mixed feelings. On the one hand I was elated that I had the honor to do something like this, and on the other hand I was actually concerned, till then I really didn’t know much about him. So instead of writing about the tree I was determined to get to know the cow better!
(Drumroll…………)
INTRODUCING:
From the capital city (Jaipur) of the hottest state (Rajasthan) in India, standing tall at 6 feet (and I agree that you are taller than Kabir), weighing about 150 lbs (I guess! coz I believe if a guy isn’t allowed to ask a gal her weight then it works both ways); ever smiling, ever sweet (even when he is annoyed) and a allure which you will remember a lifetime!
Ladies and gentlemen presenting to you, the one, the only NIKHIL MIYA BAZAZ…..(please note these three names belong to only one person and they are not to be misunderstood as three separate people like Bodie, Kane & Marcus an inside joke.) AKA ‘Tharki aadmi’ (But I’ll still stand by you on this one. You don’t even come close to it!)
A little more about Nikhil: He is this delightful, charming and fascinating guy; your typical chocolate-boy with a twist! Not only is he smart but also very impish in the nicest ways. One look at him and anyone would easily get the wrong impression about him as a hushed & bashful person. But pay NO heed to his looks- “Dhoka kha jaoge!”
Nikhil is also dotingly called ‘Miya’ (i.e. when everyone is done calling him ‘tharki’). If your wondering what Nikhil’s full name is here is the mystery reveled:
It is Nikhil-Miya-Bazaz. I didn’t comprehend this “funda” either. But unlike you I’m a very curious person. So I got after him one evening and asked him to unravel this secrecy for me.
He told me this fantastic story about how the ruler of Jaipur had specially adorned his family with this title (getting his family the number one position of the world’s most unique surname in the recent survey of most unique surnames by Pavithra Nayak). He is actually an ‘Agarwal’. (Unfortunately, thanks to my amazing memory, I don’t remember anymore of this story). But fortunately for you Nikhil is ever ready to tell this anecdote with all the niceties (highly recommended).
Discussion about Nikhil, without mentioning Ruhi would be like talking about Jai without mentioning Veeru**. They are in each other's pocket (metaphorically)! At first, like everyone else I just assumed they were dating. Don’t judge me; I know I judged too quickly! In fact just like Kabbie and me they are “Best Friends” and another classic example ‘BOYS AND GALS CAN BE JUS FRIENDS’.
Amusingly, they even share just a day’s difference in between their birthdays.
As Ruhi was being turned upside down and slapped on the bum on the 4th of August 1987 in some hospital in the capital city on India (Delhi), Nikhil decided that he would let her go and check out if the world was safe for him to be born on the 5th of August 1987 in some hospital in Jaipur. (After all Ruhi is Nikhil's mama, again inside story!!)
A smidgen about Ruhi: She is this very lovable, down to earth and delicate little girl who hails from Delhi and does the cutest of impressions. She is very thoughtful and warm and will never let anyone out of any conversation. She has a ‘BIG DOGGIE’ (this is an impression no one else can imitate) named Tuffy, and she loves to call him on top of her bed ‘come uppie uppie!!’
These two are very beloved to me as they share similar passions like mine. Long walks along the campus when it drizzles lightly; sitting in front of mess 1 and jus watching the rain; finance; and the most special bond of all is the Thursday morning bread and egg breakfast (that we have not missed since it became a tradition).
So here’s to two more amazing people who I have gotten to know in college. And as custom goes here’s penning down a one of a kind poem that I made up:
“My darling Nikhil and adorable Ruhi,
I can’t think of anything to rhyme, except twoie’ (Yamimi’s balloon which is a tweety bird)
I raise one bottle or rum, one bottle of tequila to you and say;
I hope you pay for the bottles, since it’s your birthday”
*Conditions Apply: you should be a strict follower of my blog and must be able to remember at least 5 topics that I have written about when I wake you up in the middle of the night jus to ask you!
** This comparison is made just because Nikhil loves Bollywood.
Tuesday, July 27, 2010
Saturday, July 10, 2010
Back to blog!
It’s been really long since I last penned down my thoughts. Feels like a million years but it has only roughly been 2 months I guess. I’m back in Hyderabad now for my third semester. And since the first day my life has been a non-stop roller coaster; and I’m not talking about the ones you will find in any theme park, but the one that is the most gut clenching, extreme and the one that instantly makes you pray from the very first fall from the very top. AGGGHHHH….feels good to know that I haven’t lost my sense of exaggeration!! I feel alive at this very moment. I’m finally back, in my comfort zone. Back to being the confused and extremely fun loving chick. Oh I wish I had all the time in the world to explain the various things that happened to me these whole two months; but I’m just plain too lazy!!
The greatest thing about these incidents is that they actually are inspiring me to write my book. A wise person recently told me I should take a week off from my semester, sit in a wonderful place and write and finish my book after my placements that is. So now my only mission in life is to find a job! But I think I will still update you guys on the tit-bits of my life….until next time, adios amigos!!!
Oh wait before I forget, always be positive….i know this advice seems lame, since I myself don’t follow it all the time. But that’s what I’m trying…also live for the moment….keep awaiting for the rest of the info....
The greatest thing about these incidents is that they actually are inspiring me to write my book. A wise person recently told me I should take a week off from my semester, sit in a wonderful place and write and finish my book after my placements that is. So now my only mission in life is to find a job! But I think I will still update you guys on the tit-bits of my life….until next time, adios amigos!!!
Oh wait before I forget, always be positive….i know this advice seems lame, since I myself don’t follow it all the time. But that’s what I’m trying…also live for the moment….keep awaiting for the rest of the info....
Monday, May 3, 2010
LowEred ExPECtATioNS!!
This is something I came up with on my Dreadfully Broing journey back to Bangalore last night!
“the 10:29 K.S.R.T.C Airavat depature bus has been delayed by an hour. All the passengers are requested to wait for the bus. The K.S.R.T.C Rajhamsa bus # 3321 is now departing and Mr. Manju, seat # 5, Mr. Sathish seat # 15 are requested…”
The announcement was sufficient to make Priya’s heart leap right out. A holdup by one hour meant that she could perhaps meet her boyfriend, one last time before she left for Mysore for a good 2 weeks.
[COOCHIE…my bus’s delyd by 1hr!]
‘Beep beep’; Message Delivered to Aaron.
In an instant she was rapturous! Now she could spend another hour with the love of her life. As she waited for a reply she imagined...
...him receiving that sms and jumping with joy, wearing a T-Shirt over his bare chest as he mostly stripped down to his boxers at home, and pester his cousin to take him on his bike (though Aaron could do a lot of things riding a two wheeler was not one of them) to the bus stop which was about 10 minutes away if they did 60 KMPH on the Kinetic, and finally jumping off the bike in anxiety even before the cousin could actually stop. Getting cursed for it, and then finally starting a mad hunt for her! She’d be standing there looking out for him, he would see her, their eyes would meet and it would be all filmy and romantic and their favorite song ‘Brighter than Sunshine…’ would play in the background while they came closer to each other and first surveyed the entire area for any known or familiar faces of friends family or relatives then they’d move silently to a corner and do a quick hug, all the while on a lookout for familiar faces, then walk up to an empty bench and talk and say things like:
“I can’t believe I’m getting to spend an hour with you”, Even though they’d just seen each other a couple of hours ago
or
“Baby I missed you so much you look amazing”, In spite of her disheveled hair tied loosely in a bun or her wearing a pair of boring jeans and lose, yellow top; her travel clothes!
As she shook herself out of her fantasy waiting for it to become a reality she looked down at her phone. Ten minutes had passed by and neither had she gotten a reply nor was there a missed call.
‘YOUR WASTING PRECIOUS TIME’, she thought. ‘Stop it!’ she told herself. ‘Don’t get frustrated you still have 50 minutes more. He’s not superman!’
As she waited fidgeting with her phone, her mind wavered back into her fantasy:
He was a wonderful guy her ‘prince charming’. The love of her life! Ahhhh… just the thought of him sent butterflies down her tummy. It had been five years since they first started dating. They had come together under the most unpredictable circumstances yet from the first time they had chatted she had known that he was hers. Maybe back then she was looking for a rebound from her horrible love-life. He was her ticket out of a bad past, the past she now regretted! But from the moment Aaron had come into her life it changed dramatically. From just physical, to friends with benefits, then to a one-sided love (from her side) to finally him admitting the same. It had been one hell of a journey, all in all with a lot of tears, twice the number of smiles, the amazing romance, and one really odd couple! They had gone against their better judgments, friend-advices, past learning’s and had simply plunged into the unknown, only to come out more committed to each other than ever! It sent shivers down her spine to even think about him. If this was the effect he had over her after 5 years then she was definitely looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him.
‘beep..beep’
[Awww…so sad baby doll, don wolly. Come here my baby] – A
[??? Cooch I wish u were here with me] – P
[I no baby. Don wolly im always with u in ur heart] –A
[do I hav 2 spell it out 4 u?? u din get the point?? I want you to come hre] –P
[oh :( poo! Ok fine now don make me feel bad]
Priya was utterly confused frustrated and angry as Aaron was getting on her last nerve. She didn’t understand why she was feeling all of those dirty emotions.
Why hadn’t Aaron come to the bus stop in the first place? Isn’t this the same guy who had once stopped the bus in the middle of the road to say goodbye to her one last time. Was this too much to expect out of him? Wasn’t there any way for him to come and meet her? Was she being too selfish?
Her patience was soon wearing off, not that she had a lot but she did love him enough to be calm and patient more often than not.
Her mind started racing and her pulse blew off the charts, she not realized the weight of the heavy bag that was slung over her shoulder. Along with the haversack she was carrying some 18kgs of baggage. she heaved it onto the floor in a frustrated motion. The clock now showed 11:15. ‘GREAT’ she said it out a little too loud, as she received a few stares from the passerby’s.
She gave the ‘What you looking at?’ look to them and they all moved along on their ways. Had she expected something extraordinary out of him? She had taken up the job in Mysore only to be close to him. She could have chosen Mumbai; her dream place. But NO, he wanted her close to her. Close enough to meet her every weekend. He had promised her to come and meet her every alternate weekend. And 8 months had gone by. He hadn’t come once! She on the other hand would come down to her hometown almost every weekend in hopes of spending a few hours. She didn’t care about the sleep she lost over the long night journey’s back every Sunday nights. She didn’t care about the constant back pain she underwent because of the travelling. She didn’t care when she got blasted at home for returning late. She said it was all worth it!
Really?? Was it??
In the eight months that they were apart, she lived alone in a flat, had no friends or relatives and was just getting to know a few good people. It wasn’t this hard when she had to leave him for the first time and had to spend almost 2 years apart when she was pursuing her higher studies in Delhi. Now she cursed herself for not having chosen a better place for her job, where her friends had chosen.
Was this what her destiny was? Over expectation and getting none of it!
[yea im sorry hony. My bad. Don feel bad] –P
[okie :(. R u bein sarcastic?] –A
In her head she thought ‘of course!! Could I be any more sarcastic?’
[no baby. I love u. my bus came. Im going] –P
[don go. Don leave me] –A
[I have to I hav work tomo] –P
[ok. I’ll call u later on the bus.bye. safe journey. Muawah] –A
[sure baby thanks.] –P
As she sat on the bus, she got a call from Aaron.
“Baby are u angry with me?”
“No way honey!!!”
“Your being sarcastic, I’m sorry”
“sure honey no problem. I love you. I’m really tired, I’m off to sleep”
“okie, goodnight, sweetdreams, dream about me”
“yea baby!!! Bye!!!”
As the bus curved moved out of the station and moved towards his house to go to the outskirts of the city, she peeped outside the bus, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him one last time (as he had made this promise of standing out and waving goodbye many a times but had sadly never kept up), before she left…
'Today will be DIFFERENT she told herself, he'll be there waiting for you. He'll make up for not coming to the bus stand.', she thought.
…the corner was empty. No Aaron, only a broken promise!
She was looking forward to the long silent tearful journey ahead!
“the 10:29 K.S.R.T.C Airavat depature bus has been delayed by an hour. All the passengers are requested to wait for the bus. The K.S.R.T.C Rajhamsa bus # 3321 is now departing and Mr. Manju, seat # 5, Mr. Sathish seat # 15 are requested…”
The announcement was sufficient to make Priya’s heart leap right out. A holdup by one hour meant that she could perhaps meet her boyfriend, one last time before she left for Mysore for a good 2 weeks.
[COOCHIE…my bus’s delyd by 1hr!]
‘Beep beep’; Message Delivered to Aaron.
In an instant she was rapturous! Now she could spend another hour with the love of her life. As she waited for a reply she imagined...
...him receiving that sms and jumping with joy, wearing a T-Shirt over his bare chest as he mostly stripped down to his boxers at home, and pester his cousin to take him on his bike (though Aaron could do a lot of things riding a two wheeler was not one of them) to the bus stop which was about 10 minutes away if they did 60 KMPH on the Kinetic, and finally jumping off the bike in anxiety even before the cousin could actually stop. Getting cursed for it, and then finally starting a mad hunt for her! She’d be standing there looking out for him, he would see her, their eyes would meet and it would be all filmy and romantic and their favorite song ‘Brighter than Sunshine…’ would play in the background while they came closer to each other and first surveyed the entire area for any known or familiar faces of friends family or relatives then they’d move silently to a corner and do a quick hug, all the while on a lookout for familiar faces, then walk up to an empty bench and talk and say things like:
“I can’t believe I’m getting to spend an hour with you”, Even though they’d just seen each other a couple of hours ago
or
“Baby I missed you so much you look amazing”, In spite of her disheveled hair tied loosely in a bun or her wearing a pair of boring jeans and lose, yellow top; her travel clothes!
As she shook herself out of her fantasy waiting for it to become a reality she looked down at her phone. Ten minutes had passed by and neither had she gotten a reply nor was there a missed call.
‘YOUR WASTING PRECIOUS TIME’, she thought. ‘Stop it!’ she told herself. ‘Don’t get frustrated you still have 50 minutes more. He’s not superman!’
As she waited fidgeting with her phone, her mind wavered back into her fantasy:
He was a wonderful guy her ‘prince charming’. The love of her life! Ahhhh… just the thought of him sent butterflies down her tummy. It had been five years since they first started dating. They had come together under the most unpredictable circumstances yet from the first time they had chatted she had known that he was hers. Maybe back then she was looking for a rebound from her horrible love-life. He was her ticket out of a bad past, the past she now regretted! But from the moment Aaron had come into her life it changed dramatically. From just physical, to friends with benefits, then to a one-sided love (from her side) to finally him admitting the same. It had been one hell of a journey, all in all with a lot of tears, twice the number of smiles, the amazing romance, and one really odd couple! They had gone against their better judgments, friend-advices, past learning’s and had simply plunged into the unknown, only to come out more committed to each other than ever! It sent shivers down her spine to even think about him. If this was the effect he had over her after 5 years then she was definitely looking forward to spending the rest of her life with him.
‘beep..beep’
[Awww…so sad baby doll, don wolly. Come here my baby] – A
[??? Cooch I wish u were here with me] – P
[I no baby. Don wolly im always with u in ur heart] –A
[do I hav 2 spell it out 4 u?? u din get the point?? I want you to come hre] –P
[oh :( poo! Ok fine now don make me feel bad]
Priya was utterly confused frustrated and angry as Aaron was getting on her last nerve. She didn’t understand why she was feeling all of those dirty emotions.
Why hadn’t Aaron come to the bus stop in the first place? Isn’t this the same guy who had once stopped the bus in the middle of the road to say goodbye to her one last time. Was this too much to expect out of him? Wasn’t there any way for him to come and meet her? Was she being too selfish?
Her patience was soon wearing off, not that she had a lot but she did love him enough to be calm and patient more often than not.
Her mind started racing and her pulse blew off the charts, she not realized the weight of the heavy bag that was slung over her shoulder. Along with the haversack she was carrying some 18kgs of baggage. she heaved it onto the floor in a frustrated motion. The clock now showed 11:15. ‘GREAT’ she said it out a little too loud, as she received a few stares from the passerby’s.
She gave the ‘What you looking at?’ look to them and they all moved along on their ways. Had she expected something extraordinary out of him? She had taken up the job in Mysore only to be close to him. She could have chosen Mumbai; her dream place. But NO, he wanted her close to her. Close enough to meet her every weekend. He had promised her to come and meet her every alternate weekend. And 8 months had gone by. He hadn’t come once! She on the other hand would come down to her hometown almost every weekend in hopes of spending a few hours. She didn’t care about the sleep she lost over the long night journey’s back every Sunday nights. She didn’t care about the constant back pain she underwent because of the travelling. She didn’t care when she got blasted at home for returning late. She said it was all worth it!
Really?? Was it??
In the eight months that they were apart, she lived alone in a flat, had no friends or relatives and was just getting to know a few good people. It wasn’t this hard when she had to leave him for the first time and had to spend almost 2 years apart when she was pursuing her higher studies in Delhi. Now she cursed herself for not having chosen a better place for her job, where her friends had chosen.
Was this what her destiny was? Over expectation and getting none of it!
[yea im sorry hony. My bad. Don feel bad] –P
[okie :(. R u bein sarcastic?] –A
In her head she thought ‘of course!! Could I be any more sarcastic?’
[no baby. I love u. my bus came. Im going] –P
[don go. Don leave me] –A
[I have to I hav work tomo] –P
[ok. I’ll call u later on the bus.bye. safe journey. Muawah] –A
[sure baby thanks.] –P
As she sat on the bus, she got a call from Aaron.
“Baby are u angry with me?”
“No way honey!!!”
“Your being sarcastic, I’m sorry”
“sure honey no problem. I love you. I’m really tired, I’m off to sleep”
“okie, goodnight, sweetdreams, dream about me”
“yea baby!!! Bye!!!”
As the bus curved moved out of the station and moved towards his house to go to the outskirts of the city, she peeped outside the bus, just hoping to catch a glimpse of him one last time (as he had made this promise of standing out and waving goodbye many a times but had sadly never kept up), before she left…
'Today will be DIFFERENT she told herself, he'll be there waiting for you. He'll make up for not coming to the bus stand.', she thought.
…the corner was empty. No Aaron, only a broken promise!
She was looking forward to the long silent tearful journey ahead!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
HaApPy BdaY To mY BeSt FrEn-eMiE.... :)
This post is solely dedicated to one of my best friend’s who celebrates his birthday on Sunday. Well being the person that I am, total LAST MINUTE, and a little more inclined towards faultlessness, I decided not to send him a gift. Now don’t think I’m penny-pinching or even care about how much it would cost me; but I have good motive to do so:
• Firstly no courier service in Bangalore delivers anything within 24 hours to Hyderabad (Because that is where he’s presently doing his internship)
• Secondly, according to him it would be fine even if I sent him a chocolate & that the thought counts! Now let us examine this statement a little. If I send him a chocolate let’s assume his favorite one is a Mars Bar, it would cost me 30 bucks for the chocolate. Now if I sent it via Blue dart they guarantee the delivery within 48 hrs but I’d have to shell out 230 bucks for the service and that would be about 776.67% of the value of the cargo; and it is plain simple NONSENSE! Now if I used FEDEX, they’d charge me 165 bucks, cheaper but it’s still 550% of the goods value (note that the use of percentages is just because My friend is a NUMBERS MAN and loves Quants, and since this post is dedicated to him I think it’s fair enough).
• My third & the cheapest option would be to send it via the Indian “Speed” Post. Yeah right! I once remember my friend telling me this story about how she received a package via the INDIAN “SPEED” POST a month after her birthday intact (luckily) with no sign of damage or forceful opening, but, when she opened it all she found were empty chocolate wrappers. She even swore by her life that the sender wasn’t the types to play a practical joke on her. So all we could do is WONDER!!! (True story by the way).
So I decided the best gift I could give him was the gift of Being famous on MY BLOG for at least one post & putting him in the limelight!! (After all it’s the thought of me doing this special thing that counts).
Now a bit about him, Kabir AKA Kabs AKA Kabbie AKA Truck Driver (sorry Kabs I couldn’t resist, please don’t kill me) is just plain evil! OMG what did she just say???? I thought he was her best friend!!! Yea he is; but our relation is different, it’s like Maggie Chilly Tomato Sauce (Zara hatke, It’sss Different). You get my point. So if you ever see me praising him know that someone has hacked into my ID or has held a gun to my head to write anything nice about him!
But I must tell you he is one of the brightest kids in school I’ve ever seen! I mean numbers are his life and the second best thing t numbers I guess would be good food (now that he’s in Hyd he calls frequently just to tell me about some amazing place he has been to).
You see when I joined college in Hyd, Kabs joined us a month later because of his exams, and the day he came he sat right behind me in class. At first I thought, “Just another geek”; but as days passed by I got to know him better. We got better acquainted over our fights (and I don’t mean your average silly verbal ones). We fought physically (if you didn’t already know I’m quiet the fighter). But strangely instead of getting pissed since I constantly lost (he’s a little stronger than me) I didn’t resent him even though I’m highly competitive. Even when he threw mw into a puddle of muddy water he evened it out by getting me a Crackle I took it like a woMAN (and got back at him when he least expected it). Everything is fair in Enemy-ship & War.
It’s been a great year of knowing, combating & understanding him. He’s been there when I needed someone the most & has been supportive of my craziest decisions. Stood by me like a friend, guide & family member when I couldn’t express myself to anyone else. It’s been a great passage and I look forward to a lifetime of friendship. He even keeps in touch with me constantly. Whoever said, ‘Gals & guys can’t be JUST friends’ have yet to meet us. (Warning: For this paragraph a revolver was held at my head)
So Kabs I hope you like my very cheap but highly creative gift! Cheers to you and your birthday. Have a wonderful day without me. Miss me though if you’re going out and partying!!!
P.S: You owe me a BIG treat!! And don’t worry you will be famous here on my blog many people read it
P.P.S: I completely forgot I had written a few lines about you:
You have always been cheerful & gay (happy),
Your Birthday is one month before May (Fools Month),
One day ill win in a physical fight and then on the ground you will lay (It’ll be soon)
Enough of the Bakwaas, For all I mean to say
is Kutte....Kameene....Happy Bday.
• Firstly no courier service in Bangalore delivers anything within 24 hours to Hyderabad (Because that is where he’s presently doing his internship)
• Secondly, according to him it would be fine even if I sent him a chocolate & that the thought counts! Now let us examine this statement a little. If I send him a chocolate let’s assume his favorite one is a Mars Bar, it would cost me 30 bucks for the chocolate. Now if I sent it via Blue dart they guarantee the delivery within 48 hrs but I’d have to shell out 230 bucks for the service and that would be about 776.67% of the value of the cargo; and it is plain simple NONSENSE! Now if I used FEDEX, they’d charge me 165 bucks, cheaper but it’s still 550% of the goods value (note that the use of percentages is just because My friend is a NUMBERS MAN and loves Quants, and since this post is dedicated to him I think it’s fair enough).
• My third & the cheapest option would be to send it via the Indian “Speed” Post. Yeah right! I once remember my friend telling me this story about how she received a package via the INDIAN “SPEED” POST a month after her birthday intact (luckily) with no sign of damage or forceful opening, but, when she opened it all she found were empty chocolate wrappers. She even swore by her life that the sender wasn’t the types to play a practical joke on her. So all we could do is WONDER!!! (True story by the way).
So I decided the best gift I could give him was the gift of Being famous on MY BLOG for at least one post & putting him in the limelight!! (After all it’s the thought of me doing this special thing that counts).
Now a bit about him, Kabir AKA Kabs AKA Kabbie AKA Truck Driver (sorry Kabs I couldn’t resist, please don’t kill me) is just plain evil! OMG what did she just say???? I thought he was her best friend!!! Yea he is; but our relation is different, it’s like Maggie Chilly Tomato Sauce (Zara hatke, It’sss Different). You get my point. So if you ever see me praising him know that someone has hacked into my ID or has held a gun to my head to write anything nice about him!
But I must tell you he is one of the brightest kids in school I’ve ever seen! I mean numbers are his life and the second best thing t numbers I guess would be good food (now that he’s in Hyd he calls frequently just to tell me about some amazing place he has been to).
You see when I joined college in Hyd, Kabs joined us a month later because of his exams, and the day he came he sat right behind me in class. At first I thought, “Just another geek”; but as days passed by I got to know him better. We got better acquainted over our fights (and I don’t mean your average silly verbal ones). We fought physically (if you didn’t already know I’m quiet the fighter). But strangely instead of getting pissed since I constantly lost (he’s a little stronger than me) I didn’t resent him even though I’m highly competitive. Even when he threw mw into a puddle of muddy water he evened it out by getting me a Crackle I took it like a woMAN (and got back at him when he least expected it). Everything is fair in Enemy-ship & War.
It’s been a great year of knowing, combating & understanding him. He’s been there when I needed someone the most & has been supportive of my craziest decisions. Stood by me like a friend, guide & family member when I couldn’t express myself to anyone else. It’s been a great passage and I look forward to a lifetime of friendship. He even keeps in touch with me constantly. Whoever said, ‘Gals & guys can’t be JUST friends’ have yet to meet us. (Warning: For this paragraph a revolver was held at my head)
So Kabs I hope you like my very cheap but highly creative gift! Cheers to you and your birthday. Have a wonderful day without me. Miss me though if you’re going out and partying!!!
P.S: You owe me a BIG treat!! And don’t worry you will be famous here on my blog many people read it
P.P.S: I completely forgot I had written a few lines about you:
You have always been cheerful & gay (happy),
Your Birthday is one month before May (Fools Month),
One day ill win in a physical fight and then on the ground you will lay (It’ll be soon)
Enough of the Bakwaas, For all I mean to say
is Kutte....Kameene....Happy Bday.
Hoofed ruminant mammals of the family Cervidae Interpreters,
Prized Interpreters,
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By means of masses of feeling affection for.
Yula
This is what happens when you use too much thesaurus. Just read the original draft of the letter & think the next time you use thesaurus you will think twice :) have a nice day
Dear Readers,
It has been long since I have posted something and I want to apologize for it. It’s not that I have been busy of anything but I have just been a little lazy. The source of my inspiration had become damp thanks to the Bangalore rains and all I wanted to do was to cuddle up under a blanket and sip a cup of hot chocolate. I miss my friends. I miss my home. I miss my hostel. I miss being hyper and ecstatic for the silliest of the reasons. I guess life keeps getting more complicated by the day. I have been doing a lot of other creative stuff like nail art and drawing. I watched a lot of movies, unfortunately none of them were new. My family was visiting last week, and I was sad when they left. But I got a call from my dad that they would be back at the end of the month. Good for me! Lately not much excites me except for the romance novels that I read in PDF format all day long in my office. I tried my hand a the new game that Facebook launched called Treasure Isle, but it kept getting hung. Then I realized that the laptop neede to be configured but that could not be done since it is on administrator settings. I met up with a friend of mine who is getting married soon and it was lovely to see her happy finally. I met my aunt and cousin who pulled up a dirty prank on me, which was more painful to my pocket than to my heart (it cost me 100 bucks). My college friend is leaving back to UK tomorrow and I hope to meet all my friends for dinner. That’s it from my side now. Until next post.
With loads of love
Yula
P.S : Don't worry the Thesaurus bug has 'Left the Building'
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By means of masses of feeling affection for.
Yula
This is what happens when you use too much thesaurus. Just read the original draft of the letter & think the next time you use thesaurus you will think twice :) have a nice day
Dear Readers,
It has been long since I have posted something and I want to apologize for it. It’s not that I have been busy of anything but I have just been a little lazy. The source of my inspiration had become damp thanks to the Bangalore rains and all I wanted to do was to cuddle up under a blanket and sip a cup of hot chocolate. I miss my friends. I miss my home. I miss my hostel. I miss being hyper and ecstatic for the silliest of the reasons. I guess life keeps getting more complicated by the day. I have been doing a lot of other creative stuff like nail art and drawing. I watched a lot of movies, unfortunately none of them were new. My family was visiting last week, and I was sad when they left. But I got a call from my dad that they would be back at the end of the month. Good for me! Lately not much excites me except for the romance novels that I read in PDF format all day long in my office. I tried my hand a the new game that Facebook launched called Treasure Isle, but it kept getting hung. Then I realized that the laptop neede to be configured but that could not be done since it is on administrator settings. I met up with a friend of mine who is getting married soon and it was lovely to see her happy finally. I met my aunt and cousin who pulled up a dirty prank on me, which was more painful to my pocket than to my heart (it cost me 100 bucks). My college friend is leaving back to UK tomorrow and I hope to meet all my friends for dinner. That’s it from my side now. Until next post.
With loads of love
Yula
P.S : Don't worry the Thesaurus bug has 'Left the Building'
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
BLogging Hypocrisy
This is how the tête-à-tête went on with a friend of mine who I met up with last week.
A: Eh, I heard you write a blog. Why do you write it man?
ME: …aaa...Because I LOVE to WRITE!! You should read it sometime…
A: You think your some celebrity or what??? Writing blogs and all!!!
ME: I plan to publish a novel one day. So I think a blog is a good way to gain some experience!! (HUMPH...)
A: ROFLMAO(Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off)… Hahaha!!!
ME:..AAAAARRRGGGGGHhhh….You think it’s funny? Try writing one...
A: You think I’m jobless?
ME: You lack dedication. Writing a blog is a commitment for life. You have to post stuff frequently on it!
A: Oh really? So where was this commitment of yours when you discontinued writing this blog between 2008 and 2009 for NINE MONTHS?
ME: if you have to know! I was errrr….busy with CAT coaching and MBA entrance exams!! So that can be excused! Also writing a blog is an art!
A: Yea more like modern ART. It’s a lot of prattle which makes no sense. All you do is talk about humdrum stuff you do daily, use the thesaurus, pimp it up and post it on!
ME: Excuse me! Life is an inspiration and I happen to have a very electrifying one!
A: Yeah, like I said it’s more like the hi-fi version of your personal diary, rickshaws, office, the people you hate, idioms, some weird ghost stories!
ME: WTH, my work is an emotional voyage!
A: For you it is… All you do is talk nineteen to the dozen about something exasperating that happened to you. There’s nothing emotional about it! It’s called lack of patience!
ME: I write for my readers!
A: What readers? I haven’t even seen your reader base go beyond 10.
ME: $##$#@@....**&*&^$#$#$ …….It shows that I can balance my passion and work. Even though I’m doing my internship I write this blog!
A: If I’m not incorrect did you not write in one of your posts that you were bored at work and you have all the time at the office to write this blog??
ME:..&%&$##@>>>>>>(((*)*^&&%#$##!!@!#@!##@#$%$#$#@@#$%^^&^&***^........ I GIVE UP!!! You win! Don’t read my blog don't read at all,….I can’t convince you!
A: hahaha…..give it up!!! NO ONE WILL READ YOU BLOG!!!
ME: But why should I? Just because you don't read it doesn't mean others wont..
A: Dream on!!
ME: Whatever...
A: BTW will you post this arguement on your blog?
ME: Why? Does it matter?
A: No.
After the coffee I left for home and decided it would be best if I just cool down. How dare I be insulted like that! So what if no one reads my Blog....... *ping ping ping*...................
...Wait a minute! If A didn't read my blog then how on earth did he know so much about it?
A: Eh, I heard you write a blog. Why do you write it man?
ME: …aaa...Because I LOVE to WRITE!! You should read it sometime…
A: You think your some celebrity or what??? Writing blogs and all!!!
ME: I plan to publish a novel one day. So I think a blog is a good way to gain some experience!! (HUMPH...)
A: ROFLMAO(Rolling on the floor laughing my ass off)… Hahaha!!!
ME:..AAAAARRRGGGGGHhhh….You think it’s funny? Try writing one...
A: You think I’m jobless?
ME: You lack dedication. Writing a blog is a commitment for life. You have to post stuff frequently on it!
A: Oh really? So where was this commitment of yours when you discontinued writing this blog between 2008 and 2009 for NINE MONTHS?
ME: if you have to know! I was errrr….busy with CAT coaching and MBA entrance exams!! So that can be excused! Also writing a blog is an art!
A: Yea more like modern ART. It’s a lot of prattle which makes no sense. All you do is talk about humdrum stuff you do daily, use the thesaurus, pimp it up and post it on!
ME: Excuse me! Life is an inspiration and I happen to have a very electrifying one!
A: Yeah, like I said it’s more like the hi-fi version of your personal diary, rickshaws, office, the people you hate, idioms, some weird ghost stories!
ME: WTH, my work is an emotional voyage!
A: For you it is… All you do is talk nineteen to the dozen about something exasperating that happened to you. There’s nothing emotional about it! It’s called lack of patience!
ME: I write for my readers!
A: What readers? I haven’t even seen your reader base go beyond 10.
ME: $##$#@@....**&*&^$#$#$ …….It shows that I can balance my passion and work. Even though I’m doing my internship I write this blog!
A: If I’m not incorrect did you not write in one of your posts that you were bored at work and you have all the time at the office to write this blog??
ME:..&%&$##@>>>>>>(((*)*^&&%#$##!!@!#@!##@#$%$#$#@@#$%^^&^&***^........ I GIVE UP!!! You win! Don’t read my blog don't read at all,….I can’t convince you!
A: hahaha…..give it up!!! NO ONE WILL READ YOU BLOG!!!
ME: But why should I? Just because you don't read it doesn't mean others wont..
A: Dream on!!
ME: Whatever...
A: BTW will you post this arguement on your blog?
ME: Why? Does it matter?
A: No.
After the coffee I left for home and decided it would be best if I just cool down. How dare I be insulted like that! So what if no one reads my Blog....... *ping ping ping*...................
...Wait a minute! If A didn't read my blog then how on earth did he know so much about it?
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
TICK....TOCK......TICK>>>>>TOCK....
It’s simple. I have just about 15 minutes more to squander away in the office. I just submitted a report that was not due today. For some time now life in my “WORK ENVIRONMENT” has become mundane, and I’m counting my days till I get to go back to college. Dam internships!!!
Now I have about 12 more minutes to fritter away…..what I did in the past 3 were:
• Scratch my head.
• Start writing this post.
• Edit this post
• And finally scrap the whole thing and start afresh.
The countdown is painfully sluggish!!!
Still 11 minutes to go and as I’m hastening to write this post since I don’t want to discontinue now, I’m also trying to download a software from giveawayoftheday.com; eves dropping on a conversation, checking the spelling of eves dropping. Dam it!!! I still got it wrong. It's "eavesdop", anyway I keep looking out to see if my boss is watching me, correcting my typo’s and thinking if I should get a subway sandwich or just eat junk. This choice is crucial because I’m trying to go on a diet (after being told by 5 people that I have put on weight; on my last visit to Mangalore). I decide that I’ll decide on the way down.
10 MORE minutes to go; I might as well walk out of the office, but I don’t want my boss to see me leave before my colleague who should have left by now, since he usually leaves at 6 sharp. I look the clock on my desktop. 8 more minutes to go!
Ok. Now I’m just aggravated and I’m writing jus so that this post is as prolonged as the other ones on my blog.
8 minutes 28 seconds to go…..time has officially frozen in my office!!! Aaaaagaggghhhhhhh!!!! Get me out of here…WHHY GWAD WWWHHHYY??? Why WHY me????
Great!!! There’s a power cut. But even the backup sets up in 3 seconds. 7 minutes to go.
My boss decides to go for his coffee. He takes my colleague along
I go home with 6 minutes to spare till the end of my actual day.
Now I have about 12 more minutes to fritter away…..what I did in the past 3 were:
• Scratch my head.
• Start writing this post.
• Edit this post
• And finally scrap the whole thing and start afresh.
The countdown is painfully sluggish!!!
Still 11 minutes to go and as I’m hastening to write this post since I don’t want to discontinue now, I’m also trying to download a software from giveawayoftheday.com; eves dropping on a conversation, checking the spelling of eves dropping. Dam it!!! I still got it wrong. It's "eavesdop", anyway I keep looking out to see if my boss is watching me, correcting my typo’s and thinking if I should get a subway sandwich or just eat junk. This choice is crucial because I’m trying to go on a diet (after being told by 5 people that I have put on weight; on my last visit to Mangalore). I decide that I’ll decide on the way down.
10 MORE minutes to go; I might as well walk out of the office, but I don’t want my boss to see me leave before my colleague who should have left by now, since he usually leaves at 6 sharp. I look the clock on my desktop. 8 more minutes to go!
Ok. Now I’m just aggravated and I’m writing jus so that this post is as prolonged as the other ones on my blog.
8 minutes 28 seconds to go…..time has officially frozen in my office!!! Aaaaagaggghhhhhhh!!!! Get me out of here…WHHY GWAD WWWHHHYY??? Why WHY me????
Great!!! There’s a power cut. But even the backup sets up in 3 seconds. 7 minutes to go.
My boss decides to go for his coffee. He takes my colleague along
I go home with 6 minutes to spare till the end of my actual day.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
"Let's Walk A Little Further....."
This one is sort of a continuation of the post Im Waiting...Still Waiting...
If you have already read it then, you will most likely know my attitude towards Bangalore’s Auto-drivers. This happened to me on the 25th of this month. It was on that day that RCB was playing against DD in Chinnaswamy Stadium that is about 10 minutes (including traffic signals and crossing) away from U.B city. I had stayed back in the office way past my normal hours, actually to kill time. It was decided that since I was staying with my aunt who lives on the other side of town that I would share an auto with my cousin and come back home together since she had been posted to audit a firm that was on the end of Kasturba road (about a 5 minute walk from U.B. City).
Usually the auto drivers make a fuss to go all the way up to Ramaiah Hospital, and then again into the colony that she lives in, as it is about a kilometer away from the former landmark. So I bribe them by saying I would pay them 10 bucks extra, which makes it a neat 80 bucks. Unlike me, my cousin is not the type who’d pay a single pie extra if she could.
So on this SPECIAL day as I received a sms from my cousin asking me to take a ‘rick’ from under my building and pick her up on the way, I was trying to do just that. But what had completely skipped my mind was, that day RCB were playing the match in Bangalore!
Many a ‘ricks’ came and went by, some of them asked for double the price, while some said they’d charge ‘one and a half’, the rest asked for anywhere between 50 to 100 bucks over and above the normal fare. I WAITED…..for more than half an hour, when, I finally found one blessed soul who agreed to take me back home for just 10 bucks over the meter charges. Without any second thought I got onto the rick and quickly called my cousin, to tell her about this. When she heard we were paying 10 bucks extra she said, “Get down immediately! It’s not worth it these buggers always say that.” I jumped off the rick at the next signal and started to walk towards her office.
As for us, we just kept walking further along the road. We walked up to The Capitol building which took us 15 minutes (thanks to all the people my cousin stopped to talk to), Then found 3 ricks who demanded double the price! Now my cousin said, “it’s OK lets walk a little further we’ll find a rick there”. We walked further towards India Coffee House (old one). After another 20 minutes of waiting, “let’s walk a little further…” another 10 minutes of walking and 10 minutes of waiting later, my cousin says, “let's go further...” By now my left foot starts swelling up thank to the recent ligament injury, and despite my limping and discomfort I keep walking further to find a rick. Out of frustration I type a sms cussing my cousin for not taking that damned Auto, and instead of sending it to my friend I send it to this cousin without looking. Frantically, I try to come up with an explanation. And in a split second an idea flashes. I grab the cell phone out of her hand and tell her that I need to send a text to a friend back in Mangalore. Thanks to the brilliant Spice network the sms reaches her phone 10 seconds after I grab the phone I quickly delete it and thank my lucky stars. THINK STRAIGHT, I scream at myself. By now it is 9.p.m and we have walked back half the way home. When I look at my cousin all she can say is, “I think we’ll get an auto little further.” Too exhausted to talk I just stop there dead in the middle of nowhere and wait for another 15 minutes till I finally see a rick. I flag it down and with no mood to argue with the driver I tell him the place and he tells me he’ll charge us 10 bucks extra. I DON’T CARE!!!!!
If you have already read it then, you will most likely know my attitude towards Bangalore’s Auto-drivers. This happened to me on the 25th of this month. It was on that day that RCB was playing against DD in Chinnaswamy Stadium that is about 10 minutes (including traffic signals and crossing) away from U.B city. I had stayed back in the office way past my normal hours, actually to kill time. It was decided that since I was staying with my aunt who lives on the other side of town that I would share an auto with my cousin and come back home together since she had been posted to audit a firm that was on the end of Kasturba road (about a 5 minute walk from U.B. City).
Usually the auto drivers make a fuss to go all the way up to Ramaiah Hospital, and then again into the colony that she lives in, as it is about a kilometer away from the former landmark. So I bribe them by saying I would pay them 10 bucks extra, which makes it a neat 80 bucks. Unlike me, my cousin is not the type who’d pay a single pie extra if she could.
So on this SPECIAL day as I received a sms from my cousin asking me to take a ‘rick’ from under my building and pick her up on the way, I was trying to do just that. But what had completely skipped my mind was, that day RCB were playing the match in Bangalore!
Many a ‘ricks’ came and went by, some of them asked for double the price, while some said they’d charge ‘one and a half’, the rest asked for anywhere between 50 to 100 bucks over and above the normal fare. I WAITED…..for more than half an hour, when, I finally found one blessed soul who agreed to take me back home for just 10 bucks over the meter charges. Without any second thought I got onto the rick and quickly called my cousin, to tell her about this. When she heard we were paying 10 bucks extra she said, “Get down immediately! It’s not worth it these buggers always say that.” I jumped off the rick at the next signal and started to walk towards her office.
Not the both of us started walking towards Chinnaswamy Stadium. It was about 7.p.m and we saw that the match had just ended. A swarm of people walked out of the stadium and we were left at the mercy of God. There were about ten thousand people who simultaneously got out, so there were road blocks, traffic jams, over filling of the busses, screaming, shouting, confusion and a lot of cops who didn’t seem to bother too much about this! But the most phenomenal sight was what I like to call the “3-WHEELED-MASSACRE” where if anyone saw an empty rick they would pounce on the driver, shout at him and demand to be taken home that very instant even if he said he wouldn’t.
As for us, we just kept walking further along the road. We walked up to The Capitol building which took us 15 minutes (thanks to all the people my cousin stopped to talk to), Then found 3 ricks who demanded double the price! Now my cousin said, “it’s OK lets walk a little further we’ll find a rick there”. We walked further towards India Coffee House (old one). After another 20 minutes of waiting, “let’s walk a little further…” another 10 minutes of walking and 10 minutes of waiting later, my cousin says, “let's go further...” By now my left foot starts swelling up thank to the recent ligament injury, and despite my limping and discomfort I keep walking further to find a rick. Out of frustration I type a sms cussing my cousin for not taking that damned Auto, and instead of sending it to my friend I send it to this cousin without looking. Frantically, I try to come up with an explanation. And in a split second an idea flashes. I grab the cell phone out of her hand and tell her that I need to send a text to a friend back in Mangalore. Thanks to the brilliant Spice network the sms reaches her phone 10 seconds after I grab the phone I quickly delete it and thank my lucky stars. THINK STRAIGHT, I scream at myself. By now it is 9.p.m and we have walked back half the way home. When I look at my cousin all she can say is, “I think we’ll get an auto little further.” Too exhausted to talk I just stop there dead in the middle of nowhere and wait for another 15 minutes till I finally see a rick. I flag it down and with no mood to argue with the driver I tell him the place and he tells me he’ll charge us 10 bucks extra. I DON’T CARE!!!!!Monday, March 29, 2010
This Was My Weekend...How was Yours?
It’s been a long and trying weekend and I’m glad it’s Monday again. Most people, I’m sure must think I’m batty, but I assure you I’m not. Just hear me out.
I got off work as usual on Friday, and decided to head back to my aunt’s place in dollars colony, which is Rs.70/- (Disclaimer: prices will vary according to the type of meter used, negotiation skills, knowledge of shortcuts and number of traffic signals you stumble upon) away from U.B. City (that’s how you measure the distance in Bangalore). Tired from a hard day’s work of Blogging, Facebooking, smsing, eating, and filling out applications I head out. After having waited for over 15 minutes for an auto, I stroll up Kasturba road and suddenly feel hunger pangs. I walk up to the end of the road and see that I had two options: SUBWAY, or Mc DONALDS!
Five minutes later, I got out of subway with a 6inch roasted chicken sub custom made (NO, I did not chose subway since was healthier out of the two, but McDonalds was on the other side of the road and I was in no mood to walk back half the way to cross the road; thanks to the road divider). All I needed now was a ‘rick’; and voila, just like that there magically appeared an empty auto and stopped right in front of me. The driver even agreed to charge me by DIGITAL METER. On the journey back home I received an sms from a friend inviting me for her birthday, my calendar showed that I was supposed to meet my school friend for coffee, another friend smsed saying he had gotten tickets for AVATAR in 3D, my cousin invited me over for lunch on Sunday.
Little did I know…
… that when I went to pick up my friend from the bus stop the next morning I would find out that he was in fact joking about the whole coming-to-Bangalore-thing!…that I would end up un-reserving the dinner reservations I had made at my favorite restaurant, for my friend and me!
…that I would go to GARUDA mall alone just because I had nothing else to do (thanks to all the cancellations)
…that I would end up eat cookies, apple cables, an entire sizzler, a lemon soda, a cold coffee, a double chip brownie, all by myself just to stop myself from breaking down in the middle of the mall in frustration!
…that I would end up shopping for clothes worth ten thousand rupees, to cheer myself up only to realize that I had spent 2 months rent money. God help!
… that I would have to wait for 2 hours in the middle of brigade road for my friend to pick me up and take me out for some Chinese Soup and Kebabs, last minute!
…that I would get blasted at by my mother for accepting a gift from my aunt, who is not in talking terms with the rest of the family.
… that I would miss the movie that I have been longing to watch ever since it had released, just because the movie was house full in 3 theatres!
THANK YOU MISCOMMUNICATION!!!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Do You Believe in G(H)OD(STS)?
I’ve never quite been able to answer these 2 questions honestly in my life. The first one is, ‘Do you believe in GOD?’ and the second one on similar lines, ‘Do you believe in GHOSTS?’
If someone asked me either of them I’d simply say, “I DON’T KNOW.” It’s not because I really don’t know, but I find it very tedious to answer it as YES or NO, since it indisputably will start the age old debate of HOW-CAN-YOU-BELIEVE/NOTBELIEVE-IN-IT.
It’s not that I have not tried to contemplate over this, but I know that I will end up back where I started from. Like whenever I’m in my hometown, I visit my favorite Panchalingeshwara (Shiva) temple. And I make it a point to visit some temple or another when I go to a new place. I never leave home without applying ‘kumkum’ (Not the serial; but the red powder offered in most of the temples, which is popularly known as ‘sindoor’) and the holy ashes (that again is offered at select temples but mostly in the ‘Sai Baba Temples’). I always make munificent offerings at each of my temple visits (ok I confess that most of the times these offerings are made because of guilt and it is more like a bribe to the God’s).
But I have never been a religious sort of a girl, I do the minimum required to please the God’s, I don’t know many long ‘Sanskrit Shloka’s’. I don’t understand any of the ‘pooja’s’ that are conducted twice a year at my parents home nor do I like being asked questions about my religion and then being condemned for not knowing any of the history of my religion. It surprises most of my relatives that my father; a quite a well known member of the society, is a very spiritual and a god fearing man; and my mother is equally spiritual. Sometimes my dad jokes that I am more of a Catholic than a Hindu, as I was one of the few girls from my community who studied in a CONVENT school all my life run by the A.C (Apostolic Carmel) nuns, and then went on to pursue my graduation in a Jesuit Institution. But to my relatives, it is a shortcoming in my upbringing and they blame my parents for this- they say I’m somewhat ‘loose’
But honestly all my life I have only done what I have felt like and have never been influenced too much by anyone; even through the toughest phase of decision making in every students life at the end of their 10th grade board exams- to chose SCIENCE or COMMERCE; (no offense to the ARTS students but that was considered to be the lowest in the academic caste system-to be chose by the dullest of the lot). Honestly Arts was my first choice, I wanted to get into psychology and literature but ended up compromising by taking up Commerce and then borrowing my ARTS friend’s psychology text books over the weekends.
Unlike other people I have never had conventional ideas of GOD and SPIRITS, I treat both with equal respect and sometimes when I’m really lonely I talk to a close, deceased member of my family. Like just the other night I was telling my grandpa, how it felt like being alone in Bangalore with no friends to hang out with on a Saturday night. But I have never seen any form of a ghost or spirit in my life. Then again I don’t profess this to anyone, as I don’t think anyone would understand the concept. I even do the whole GOD-IS-MY-GUARDIAN-ANGEL-WHO-IS-BY-MY-SIDE-ALWAYS and sometimes talk to my version of God: who is this formless, nameless, male spirit (call me a prejudiced, but I find it easier to talk to guys).
Recently I came across the weirdest of “GHOST STORIE’S” that a friend of mine had encountered. But this story comes with the usual disclaimer: Believe it or not!
‘So it was just like any run of the mill weekend where the guys got drunk and challenged each other to do some really off the wall things. This time it was Naveen’s (my friend) turn. The challenge was simple, since he did not believe in ghosts and was an atheist he was told to go inside a “haunted” mansion and get footage of checking out 2 rooms inside the house and come out ALIVE! They struck a deal for 1000 green ones (or red ones, whatever suits you). So after they gulped down the last drop of some cheap booze they all led him to the “SCARY HOUSE”. As they reach the big iron gates, Naveen in his now sober state of mind (or so he claims, as the so called “high” drops down when u walk for 20 minutes) goes up to the large main door and unlocks it. He then sets up the camera and walks into the house and enters the main hall room, suddenly he hears a screeching noise and sees a shadow zoom past his head and goes right out of the door. Undeterred he walk into 2 rooms inside the house and gets a good footage and then his cell starts to vibrate! The guys ask him to narrate his actions and as he is moving to the third room he stops at to look at the latch on the door. He had never seen anything like it before. It was not rusted like any of the other latches and looked pretty well used! He opened the door and saw a passageway. Onto his left he saw stairs leading up to the top floor of the house. As he is continued narrating this to his friend’s he tells them that he would climb up the stairs and check out the top floor. Suddenly his friend’s ask him to get the hell out of that place as they found something fishy about his description. And the fully charged phone suddenly conks off and he can’t get it back on. He was not in a mood to leave this challenge half done and decides to go ahead he climbs the first step and just as he is about to climb the second one he sees a bright light and suddenly slips off the stair and falls down. With a little panic, he gets out of there and walks back to his friend’s, who are now frantic!
Even after repeated questioning his friend’s don’t tell him what the matter is. The next morning, they all head out to the same house. And check out the place in broad daylight. All the rooms are just as he Naveen had captured them on his camera the previous night, except door which had led him to the passage. He saw that the door was latched back shut.
So as he unlatches it and walks through the door, he sees an open backyard, which was not how it had seemed the previous night. As he turns to his left to check for the stairs he sees an open well and his shoe print on the rim of its wall!!
Now he never misses Sunday Mass!
And I have just another reason to believe that there is a greater power above US!
If someone asked me either of them I’d simply say, “I DON’T KNOW.” It’s not because I really don’t know, but I find it very tedious to answer it as YES or NO, since it indisputably will start the age old debate of HOW-CAN-YOU-BELIEVE/NOTBELIEVE-IN-IT.
It’s not that I have not tried to contemplate over this, but I know that I will end up back where I started from. Like whenever I’m in my hometown, I visit my favorite Panchalingeshwara (Shiva) temple. And I make it a point to visit some temple or another when I go to a new place. I never leave home without applying ‘kumkum’ (Not the serial; but the red powder offered in most of the temples, which is popularly known as ‘sindoor’) and the holy ashes (that again is offered at select temples but mostly in the ‘Sai Baba Temples’). I always make munificent offerings at each of my temple visits (ok I confess that most of the times these offerings are made because of guilt and it is more like a bribe to the God’s).
But I have never been a religious sort of a girl, I do the minimum required to please the God’s, I don’t know many long ‘Sanskrit Shloka’s’. I don’t understand any of the ‘pooja’s’ that are conducted twice a year at my parents home nor do I like being asked questions about my religion and then being condemned for not knowing any of the history of my religion. It surprises most of my relatives that my father; a quite a well known member of the society, is a very spiritual and a god fearing man; and my mother is equally spiritual. Sometimes my dad jokes that I am more of a Catholic than a Hindu, as I was one of the few girls from my community who studied in a CONVENT school all my life run by the A.C (Apostolic Carmel) nuns, and then went on to pursue my graduation in a Jesuit Institution. But to my relatives, it is a shortcoming in my upbringing and they blame my parents for this- they say I’m somewhat ‘loose’
But honestly all my life I have only done what I have felt like and have never been influenced too much by anyone; even through the toughest phase of decision making in every students life at the end of their 10th grade board exams- to chose SCIENCE or COMMERCE; (no offense to the ARTS students but that was considered to be the lowest in the academic caste system-to be chose by the dullest of the lot). Honestly Arts was my first choice, I wanted to get into psychology and literature but ended up compromising by taking up Commerce and then borrowing my ARTS friend’s psychology text books over the weekends.
Unlike other people I have never had conventional ideas of GOD and SPIRITS, I treat both with equal respect and sometimes when I’m really lonely I talk to a close, deceased member of my family. Like just the other night I was telling my grandpa, how it felt like being alone in Bangalore with no friends to hang out with on a Saturday night. But I have never seen any form of a ghost or spirit in my life. Then again I don’t profess this to anyone, as I don’t think anyone would understand the concept. I even do the whole GOD-IS-MY-GUARDIAN-ANGEL-WHO-IS-BY-MY-SIDE-ALWAYS and sometimes talk to my version of God: who is this formless, nameless, male spirit (call me a prejudiced, but I find it easier to talk to guys).
Recently I came across the weirdest of “GHOST STORIE’S” that a friend of mine had encountered. But this story comes with the usual disclaimer: Believe it or not!
‘So it was just like any run of the mill weekend where the guys got drunk and challenged each other to do some really off the wall things. This time it was Naveen’s (my friend) turn. The challenge was simple, since he did not believe in ghosts and was an atheist he was told to go inside a “haunted” mansion and get footage of checking out 2 rooms inside the house and come out ALIVE! They struck a deal for 1000 green ones (or red ones, whatever suits you). So after they gulped down the last drop of some cheap booze they all led him to the “SCARY HOUSE”. As they reach the big iron gates, Naveen in his now sober state of mind (or so he claims, as the so called “high” drops down when u walk for 20 minutes) goes up to the large main door and unlocks it. He then sets up the camera and walks into the house and enters the main hall room, suddenly he hears a screeching noise and sees a shadow zoom past his head and goes right out of the door. Undeterred he walk into 2 rooms inside the house and gets a good footage and then his cell starts to vibrate! The guys ask him to narrate his actions and as he is moving to the third room he stops at to look at the latch on the door. He had never seen anything like it before. It was not rusted like any of the other latches and looked pretty well used! He opened the door and saw a passageway. Onto his left he saw stairs leading up to the top floor of the house. As he is continued narrating this to his friend’s he tells them that he would climb up the stairs and check out the top floor. Suddenly his friend’s ask him to get the hell out of that place as they found something fishy about his description. And the fully charged phone suddenly conks off and he can’t get it back on. He was not in a mood to leave this challenge half done and decides to go ahead he climbs the first step and just as he is about to climb the second one he sees a bright light and suddenly slips off the stair and falls down. With a little panic, he gets out of there and walks back to his friend’s, who are now frantic!
Even after repeated questioning his friend’s don’t tell him what the matter is. The next morning, they all head out to the same house. And check out the place in broad daylight. All the rooms are just as he Naveen had captured them on his camera the previous night, except door which had led him to the passage. He saw that the door was latched back shut.
So as he unlatches it and walks through the door, he sees an open backyard, which was not how it had seemed the previous night. As he turns to his left to check for the stairs he sees an open well and his shoe print on the rim of its wall!!
Now he never misses Sunday Mass!
And I have just another reason to believe that there is a greater power above US!
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
SUNDAY BLUES!
It is truly extraordinary what one can face in this modern life. The world moves upside down. The once vitamin enriched sunlight is now one of the biggest concerns of skin disorder. The 9 to 6 jobs have now become the 2 to 11 jobs. We sleep during the day to keep awake at night. We take time out of our schedule to carry out our evening walks but take out cars out to buy groceries at the local vendors which is one block away. The lesser the clothes the more affluent the person!
And in this, mad world which I am very much a part of; I faced something even more extraordinary than I have ever heard anyone face. At work I always face the pressures of my boss sitting next to me not restricting me to achieving completion of a project- it is worse than having to complete a project within a deadline. Hence I always wait for the glorious weekend; not because I was fatigued by work; but I just couldn’t wait to get back home and do things which I could set deadlines; complete pending projects and slog like a workaholic.
But, my last weekend was the first, and might I also add in last of its kind, that I would not be going home. Rather, I would stay back in the garden city to savor the much hyped weekend life. So I set out to chalk out my schedule. Well I must say! It was the most fun I had in the office, for once I wasn’t bored by the routine research that I was doing for the project, nor did I yawn even once! So there I was on ‘Google’ typing furiously, all the combinations possible for the list of events in Bangalore on a Friday night. To my utter delight I found plays, movies, concerts, buffets, exhibitions, fairs etc… the list was endless and my joy threefold!
I jotted down every event I could get my hands on, then scanned about each one of them, making a detailed report on the cost analysis, feasibility, strategic movement, list of people who would be interested to accompany me, I get references and cross checked every single one. Then at the end of the day I decided to finally put the plan into action:
It was going to be- A one hour play in Ranga Shankara, followed by dinner and drinks in a pub (maybe also a little dancing) on FRIDAY NIGHT.
I was going to sleep in till late afternoon on SATURDAY (to catch up on all the lost sleep during the week, then a quick lunch at this steak house called ‘The Only Place’ followed by a funny movie ( depends on what was playing at that time, and finally catching up with old friends over dinner.
And SUNDAY was again going to be a complete bliss when I’d hangout at the mall all by myself and then maybe visit my cousin who said we would ‘catch up over the weekend’ and then hang out with her till I lost track of time, then come back home late night and then drift away into my blissful contended sleep!
AAAAHhhhh…..what could be better than THE PERFECT PLAN?
Well the answer to that question is REALITY!! Which I can now say is a COMPLETE BITCH!
So as I left the office on Friday my friend calls up and says, “Hey gal lets catch a late night movie. I want to watch LSD.” So I agree and get dressed to meet up at this café on Brigade and there we were served the most scrumptious dinner of all; best Spaghetti Bolognese ever, and hands down the best Chicken Tikka Sandwich. And though I was promised the best blueberry cheesecake well lets jus say there will be a next time.
After the dinner we walk down to watch LSD. And if you want a review of the movie, well that will be a whole other post. So I head home after the movie and drift off into this amazing well deserved sleep I hear a loud banging. I pretended not to hear it and did not budge a centimeter from my bed.
“BANG...BANG…BANG….HELLLLLLLOOOOO!!!”
Now who the $%&^ could that be at this early hour in the morning? I opened my eyes and checked the time it was barely 9 in the morning. MY GOD!!!! When did I sleep?
“HOUSEKEEPING!!!”
I was hoping if I didn’t make a sound she’d just walk away and after 5 minutes of screaming she did walk away only now she came back quicker than she left with my landlord. As soon as I heard him I decided that it was only sensible of me to let her in and she was in and out of my place in less than 4 minutes. But my sleep was ruined!
Then I decided to get up and text my cousin to check if she was free, and this was her reply verbatim:
‘Hi I’m going out to a relative’s house today for a Pooja and we will be busy tonight as we have to visit some family.’
Whatever! So I decided to hang out in the mall all day all by myself. Well shopping was fun but there is a rule which I forgot- ‘the greater the depression, the more money you blow.’ I actually didn’t realize how lonely I was till I came out of the mall, 4k POORER!
OK. Not that bad I could allow myself to a treat once in a while and half my bill was just lunch and gifts for my friend and sister.
I reach home at 5 and realize I have nothing to do! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! So I decide to watch a couple of episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and suddenly I get a call from a friend to accompany him for a movie ‘The Book of Eli’. Not that I remotely liked action movies or anything, but I just wanted to get the hell out of my home.
Well I realized the movie was the biggest mistake of my life! For one I hated it, and then I got teased by two of his friend’s about my figure. BIG TURN OFF. Then I decided to go out for dinner with him, only to realize that his friends were coming along. So I made a silly excuse and walked back home and watched more F.R.I.E.N.D.S throughout the night, only to wake up to a bland Sunday and realize I still had nothing to do. So I walk down to Brigade do some grocery shopping buy 2 packets of MOMO’s and 2 doughnuts and just as I am about to gobble the food down I get a text from another cousin asking me what I was doing. As soon as I texted her that I was lunching that was the end of our conversation. So all of SUNDAY I sat alone at home brooding over what could have been a perfect weekend, how none of my friends cared enough to include me in their plans, how no one called to check in on me ( except MOM, but, that just aggravated the pain of loneliness more) and how all those people who said
“HEY GAL STAY BACK A WEEKEND IN BANGALORE NA, PLEASE, WE’LL CATCH UP, GO PARTYING OR CLUBBING, OR YOU CAN COME OVER AND STAY AT HOME, OR LETS MAKE SOME PLANS TO SPEND THE DAY IN MYSORE, OR LETS CATCH UP OVER THE WEEKEND, OR LETS GO FOR A LONG DRIVE, OR LETS MEET UP, OR LETS TRY OUT ALL THE RESTAURANTS, OR LETS GO SHOPPING”
didn’t follow up on any of their plans, just made me realize that -
I WALK A LONELY ROAD!!
Now you must be wondering what I’m doing the coming weekend after facing the lowest point’s of my life?
Well, I’m on ‘Google’ again; but only this time I’m busy booking the seats for busses leaving for home, EVERY FRIDAY till the end of MAY!
And in this, mad world which I am very much a part of; I faced something even more extraordinary than I have ever heard anyone face. At work I always face the pressures of my boss sitting next to me not restricting me to achieving completion of a project- it is worse than having to complete a project within a deadline. Hence I always wait for the glorious weekend; not because I was fatigued by work; but I just couldn’t wait to get back home and do things which I could set deadlines; complete pending projects and slog like a workaholic.
But, my last weekend was the first, and might I also add in last of its kind, that I would not be going home. Rather, I would stay back in the garden city to savor the much hyped weekend life. So I set out to chalk out my schedule. Well I must say! It was the most fun I had in the office, for once I wasn’t bored by the routine research that I was doing for the project, nor did I yawn even once! So there I was on ‘Google’ typing furiously, all the combinations possible for the list of events in Bangalore on a Friday night. To my utter delight I found plays, movies, concerts, buffets, exhibitions, fairs etc… the list was endless and my joy threefold!
I jotted down every event I could get my hands on, then scanned about each one of them, making a detailed report on the cost analysis, feasibility, strategic movement, list of people who would be interested to accompany me, I get references and cross checked every single one. Then at the end of the day I decided to finally put the plan into action:
It was going to be- A one hour play in Ranga Shankara, followed by dinner and drinks in a pub (maybe also a little dancing) on FRIDAY NIGHT.
I was going to sleep in till late afternoon on SATURDAY (to catch up on all the lost sleep during the week, then a quick lunch at this steak house called ‘The Only Place’ followed by a funny movie ( depends on what was playing at that time, and finally catching up with old friends over dinner.
And SUNDAY was again going to be a complete bliss when I’d hangout at the mall all by myself and then maybe visit my cousin who said we would ‘catch up over the weekend’ and then hang out with her till I lost track of time, then come back home late night and then drift away into my blissful contended sleep!
AAAAHhhhh…..what could be better than THE PERFECT PLAN?
Well the answer to that question is REALITY!! Which I can now say is a COMPLETE BITCH!
So as I left the office on Friday my friend calls up and says, “Hey gal lets catch a late night movie. I want to watch LSD.” So I agree and get dressed to meet up at this café on Brigade and there we were served the most scrumptious dinner of all; best Spaghetti Bolognese ever, and hands down the best Chicken Tikka Sandwich. And though I was promised the best blueberry cheesecake well lets jus say there will be a next time.
After the dinner we walk down to watch LSD. And if you want a review of the movie, well that will be a whole other post. So I head home after the movie and drift off into this amazing well deserved sleep I hear a loud banging. I pretended not to hear it and did not budge a centimeter from my bed.
“BANG...BANG…BANG….HELLLLLLLOOOOO!!!”
Now who the $%&^ could that be at this early hour in the morning? I opened my eyes and checked the time it was barely 9 in the morning. MY GOD!!!! When did I sleep?
“HOUSEKEEPING!!!”
I was hoping if I didn’t make a sound she’d just walk away and after 5 minutes of screaming she did walk away only now she came back quicker than she left with my landlord. As soon as I heard him I decided that it was only sensible of me to let her in and she was in and out of my place in less than 4 minutes. But my sleep was ruined!
Then I decided to get up and text my cousin to check if she was free, and this was her reply verbatim:
‘Hi I’m going out to a relative’s house today for a Pooja and we will be busy tonight as we have to visit some family.’
Whatever! So I decided to hang out in the mall all day all by myself. Well shopping was fun but there is a rule which I forgot- ‘the greater the depression, the more money you blow.’ I actually didn’t realize how lonely I was till I came out of the mall, 4k POORER!
OK. Not that bad I could allow myself to a treat once in a while and half my bill was just lunch and gifts for my friend and sister.
I reach home at 5 and realize I have nothing to do! ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! So I decide to watch a couple of episodes of F.R.I.E.N.D.S and suddenly I get a call from a friend to accompany him for a movie ‘The Book of Eli’. Not that I remotely liked action movies or anything, but I just wanted to get the hell out of my home.
Well I realized the movie was the biggest mistake of my life! For one I hated it, and then I got teased by two of his friend’s about my figure. BIG TURN OFF. Then I decided to go out for dinner with him, only to realize that his friends were coming along. So I made a silly excuse and walked back home and watched more F.R.I.E.N.D.S throughout the night, only to wake up to a bland Sunday and realize I still had nothing to do. So I walk down to Brigade do some grocery shopping buy 2 packets of MOMO’s and 2 doughnuts and just as I am about to gobble the food down I get a text from another cousin asking me what I was doing. As soon as I texted her that I was lunching that was the end of our conversation. So all of SUNDAY I sat alone at home brooding over what could have been a perfect weekend, how none of my friends cared enough to include me in their plans, how no one called to check in on me ( except MOM, but, that just aggravated the pain of loneliness more) and how all those people who said
“HEY GAL STAY BACK A WEEKEND IN BANGALORE NA, PLEASE, WE’LL CATCH UP, GO PARTYING OR CLUBBING, OR YOU CAN COME OVER AND STAY AT HOME, OR LETS MAKE SOME PLANS TO SPEND THE DAY IN MYSORE, OR LETS CATCH UP OVER THE WEEKEND, OR LETS GO FOR A LONG DRIVE, OR LETS MEET UP, OR LETS TRY OUT ALL THE RESTAURANTS, OR LETS GO SHOPPING”
didn’t follow up on any of their plans, just made me realize that -
I WALK A LONELY ROAD!!
Now you must be wondering what I’m doing the coming weekend after facing the lowest point’s of my life?
Well, I’m on ‘Google’ again; but only this time I’m busy booking the seats for busses leaving for home, EVERY FRIDAY till the end of MAY!
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Im waiting.....Still waiting...
As a pleasant and cool wisp of air gently strokes my cheek; not wanting to wake up to the soft golden rays of the sun and the mellow chirping of the cuckoo bird; I lay there on my over stuffed feather mattress covered by a smooth silk bed spread buried under a plump comforter, I turned around lazily and my face brushed against the pillow that was as soft and as pink as freshly spun cotton candy. “AH! Bliss”, the alarm softly ringing the tune of ‘you raise me up…..’ makes me reluctantly wake up to this glorious, perfect Tuesday morning. As I glide across my room from one corner to another to get dressed for work, I think about the fantastic day ahead in the posh office nestled on the 13th floor of U.B City. It seems surreal sometimes that I actually get to work in this place. Nevertheless I gulp down a bowl of cereal and bustle to get to my office. I think of the wonderful day ahead…..
the quiet hum of the central air conditioner, the soft yet very effective lighting, the friendly smiles of the security guards and the pleasant “hellos” from the strangers, a great bunch of team members who help me out with even the silliest of the doubts, and a BOSS mind you, who is the best of them all (and no, I’m not writing this coz I’m trying to butter him up. I work for no pay and still love my job BEAT THAT!)
As I reach the office and park myself at my desk I switch on the computer and start my research work. Before you know it, its lunch time, and I’m having a hearty meal (may be not that hearty) at the cafeteria. When I’m done I go back to my cozy corner seat and in that relaxed atmosphere I work happily for another 5 and a half hours till it is time for me to leave this fairyland office and go back home to my dreamy home… What a perfect day!
These MOFO’s rule the “effing” city! When I come out of my office at 6.30 and cross the road to catch an auto as it is a one way I see a long queue of vehicles waiting their turn at the signal (don’t get me started with the signal….that story some other day). As the signal takes its own sweet time to turn green like my lazy morning I see a train of Autos coming towards me. Out of the 12 odd autos 8 are bursting with people, 2 when stopped say they don’t want to go to my home as it is TOO CLOSE BY, and the other two those ‘basket of stinking flowers’ don’t even stop for a girl with a broken leg.
Actually my home is a lovely 15 minute walk away from my office; But thanks to the footpaths of Bangalore ( I fractured my tendon as a fell into one of the withered cow trap’s on Residency road. Pedestrians beware!!!)
As time passed by rather urgently I guess by now it was sick of me hanging on to it and stretching it out like a taffy machine that it decided to screw me over. Another bunch of auto’s passed by, but every time the same response. So at 7 I finally decide to walk up to Coffee Day Square and wait for an auto. By that time I saw that there were more than 8 people waiting for the auto and it was like the ‘crab story’ there. People who had come after me left before and I was reaching my brink of patience. I wanted to look up and scream “ Isn’t the rat race in the corporate life not enough that I have to fight for my survival here???” but I quickly realized I wasn’t in a movie and that it would be absurd to do so.
7.30; and still no sign of a bloody auto it’s officially been one hour of waiting. I was so frustrated that I almost ended up crying out in AUTOSTRATION (i.e. frustration when waiting for an auto in Bangalore.)
At 7.45 I decided I didn’t care about these Baskets anymore and I would walk back home even if it meant that I had to walk in pain. So I started in the opposite direction and kept waking till I finally found one Auto empty!!! OMG it was bliss at that moment I felt all my weariness disappear and I felt numb with joy. I rushed to him and told him to take me to Albert Street. He bluntly said NO. I begged him. NO came the reply again. Then as I limped away as I almost gave up; I guess he took some pity on me. He called me back. I rushed in joy not giving a damn about my leg. He looked into my eyes in pity.
I knew it! I knew that he had a heart!
As I sat in the Auto he said “MADAM, 150!!”
I jumped out and said YOU @#$^&* #$@^$*! It costs me minimum till my home 14 bucks.
He said “madam I have to take a turn. Give 100”
By then I was too angry and too frustrated, I hadn’t felt anything like this before. It was beyond autostration. So I was back on my feet and on my way home. As I limped slowly I heard someone call out my name. I looked around!
the quiet hum of the central air conditioner, the soft yet very effective lighting, the friendly smiles of the security guards and the pleasant “hellos” from the strangers, a great bunch of team members who help me out with even the silliest of the doubts, and a BOSS mind you, who is the best of them all (and no, I’m not writing this coz I’m trying to butter him up. I work for no pay and still love my job BEAT THAT!)
As I reach the office and park myself at my desk I switch on the computer and start my research work. Before you know it, its lunch time, and I’m having a hearty meal (may be not that hearty) at the cafeteria. When I’m done I go back to my cozy corner seat and in that relaxed atmosphere I work happily for another 5 and a half hours till it is time for me to leave this fairyland office and go back home to my dreamy home… What a perfect day!
But thanks to one small tiny yet most significant detail in the city of Bangalore; that is the{[(“AUTOWALLAHS”)]}
These MOFO’s rule the “effing” city! When I come out of my office at 6.30 and cross the road to catch an auto as it is a one way I see a long queue of vehicles waiting their turn at the signal (don’t get me started with the signal….that story some other day). As the signal takes its own sweet time to turn green like my lazy morning I see a train of Autos coming towards me. Out of the 12 odd autos 8 are bursting with people, 2 when stopped say they don’t want to go to my home as it is TOO CLOSE BY, and the other two those ‘basket of stinking flowers’ don’t even stop for a girl with a broken leg.
Actually my home is a lovely 15 minute walk away from my office; But thanks to the footpaths of Bangalore ( I fractured my tendon as a fell into one of the withered cow trap’s on Residency road. Pedestrians beware!!!)
As time passed by rather urgently I guess by now it was sick of me hanging on to it and stretching it out like a taffy machine that it decided to screw me over. Another bunch of auto’s passed by, but every time the same response. So at 7 I finally decide to walk up to Coffee Day Square and wait for an auto. By that time I saw that there were more than 8 people waiting for the auto and it was like the ‘crab story’ there. People who had come after me left before and I was reaching my brink of patience. I wanted to look up and scream “ Isn’t the rat race in the corporate life not enough that I have to fight for my survival here???” but I quickly realized I wasn’t in a movie and that it would be absurd to do so.
7.30; and still no sign of a bloody auto it’s officially been one hour of waiting. I was so frustrated that I almost ended up crying out in AUTOSTRATION (i.e. frustration when waiting for an auto in Bangalore.)
At 7.45 I decided I didn’t care about these Baskets anymore and I would walk back home even if it meant that I had to walk in pain. So I started in the opposite direction and kept waking till I finally found one Auto empty!!! OMG it was bliss at that moment I felt all my weariness disappear and I felt numb with joy. I rushed to him and told him to take me to Albert Street. He bluntly said NO. I begged him. NO came the reply again. Then as I limped away as I almost gave up; I guess he took some pity on me. He called me back. I rushed in joy not giving a damn about my leg. He looked into my eyes in pity.
I knew it! I knew that he had a heart!
As I sat in the Auto he said “MADAM, 150!!”
I jumped out and said YOU @#$^&* #$@^$*! It costs me minimum till my home 14 bucks.
He said “madam I have to take a turn. Give 100”
By then I was too angry and too frustrated, I hadn’t felt anything like this before. It was beyond autostration. So I was back on my feet and on my way home. As I limped slowly I heard someone call out my name. I looked around!
NOBODY
Just as I guessed I was hallucinating, it was 8.09 and I was tired and hungry, as I heard my name been called out again I didn’t bother looking back. Suddenly I felt a hand on my shoulder, I looked back and it was a colleague of mine, she had found an auto and was walking in the same direction as me. It was 8.23!
THE WAIT……OH THE WAIT!!!!
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Don't Read This Post!!!
It's 8.51 p.m on a boring thursday evening....
Ok let me explain the term boring....
I just came bach home from a lonhg tiring day of going to my old college to judge events, i celebrated my 14th month anniversary with mjy boyfriend (the official asking out thing) I had a chilled beer in my fav PUB, i met all my juniors and old friends. I met my lecturers who taught me the ABC's of commerce.... Im was applauded, praised , appreciated, looked at in awe, worshiped and treated like a VIP and moreover was the centre of attraction.
But why the hell am I still down, low tired and depressed? I have everything in life.....But why can't I simply enjoy it?
Is it my arrogance? Have i really changed into this heartless, emotionless freak, am I giving up too easily?
Has anyone of you ever faced a situation in your life?
Then join the club my friend. We have officially reached that Phase in our lives called the SCREW UP!
But the best part is, it is exactly like the Chiken pox....if you get it once then your immune to it forever. ( or in rare cases you could get another attack ....but that is one in a million)
So cutting the crap...the solution? No it is not a LONG VACATION, or even COMFORT FOOD and HOT CHOCOLATE, not even POT, GRASS OR GLASS OF RUM.....
Its as simple as WORK.....You know what you have???? its actually "THE GET YOUR LAZY ASS BACK TO WORK AND STOP SELF PITY" disease. So if you actually think that you have gained anything by reading this post THINK AGAIN!!!!!!
Ok let me explain the term boring....
I just came bach home from a lonhg tiring day of going to my old college to judge events, i celebrated my 14th month anniversary with mjy boyfriend (the official asking out thing) I had a chilled beer in my fav PUB, i met all my juniors and old friends. I met my lecturers who taught me the ABC's of commerce.... Im was applauded, praised , appreciated, looked at in awe, worshiped and treated like a VIP and moreover was the centre of attraction.
But why the hell am I still down, low tired and depressed? I have everything in life.....But why can't I simply enjoy it?
Is it my arrogance? Have i really changed into this heartless, emotionless freak, am I giving up too easily?
Has anyone of you ever faced a situation in your life?
Then join the club my friend. We have officially reached that Phase in our lives called the SCREW UP!
But the best part is, it is exactly like the Chiken pox....if you get it once then your immune to it forever. ( or in rare cases you could get another attack ....but that is one in a million)
So cutting the crap...the solution? No it is not a LONG VACATION, or even COMFORT FOOD and HOT CHOCOLATE, not even POT, GRASS OR GLASS OF RUM.....
Its as simple as WORK.....You know what you have???? its actually "THE GET YOUR LAZY ASS BACK TO WORK AND STOP SELF PITY" disease. So if you actually think that you have gained anything by reading this post THINK AGAIN!!!!!!
