Do saalon se

It's been a while since I sat down and wrote something.. It's been a roller coaster over the last coupla years.. A few downs and lotsa ups.. Getting married and having a kid were great life events that happened.. I've reached a juncture in life where your playlist has been the same for a long time life has come to a sort of a monotony..

Though there are no complaints about how things are going but then a smooth sailing ship is no fun.. Especially for a Sagittarian like me.. Though the travel has been there pretty much but the frequency has reduced.. This is the time of my life where are all my friends are married and settled with good jobs but no time for each other.. Phase of life where you sit and yearn about the good old days.. Probably when I see some college kids having fun I would be like what are these kids doing at their age we had way more fun..

I happened to visit a coffee shop recently and found kids from school having coffee and smoking.. Though I have probably seen kids smoking before couple of my friends did back when we were young it was more of an innocent attempt to look like grown up adults, probably pretending to be Rajanikanth.. But this gives me a perspective of growing up at a much younger age.. I wonder how and what my son would do while he grows up..

Normally I'm a social person so a weekly party or a dinner would definitely happen.. Though the number of movies have drastically reduced the reason being the quality of movies being so horrid in the past few years.. It astonishes me at the amount of junk they reel out and yet people pay money to watch it and I would be sitting and pondering when I was young they made much better movies which is certainly often debate with my wife.. Being a movie buff I just cannot watch a below par movie and there have been instances where I have walked out of the theater 15 mins into the movie..

Movies apart my time of reading books has completely been snatched away from me, though I have read the odd books while traveling but the actual number has astonishingly dropped.. Same with the gaming time.. I've gotten fitter though shedding quite a bit of weight since the knee surgery.. So where is all the time going?? Is it that I'm working too much or that I'm not planning my time properly??

Well at this point in time I'm not sure what the answer to that is.. Time is a very relative term and seems to be either fast or slow depending on how good or bad your experiences are through it.. Time has been quite cruel to me as I was growing up but those instances and circumstances are what made me what I am today.. But those hard times went real slow it's been a decade of hardships and hard work and I've grown as a man from that puny kid who didn't know where his life was going.. I had to take the reigns of the horse at a very young age

I write this post watching Lord of the rings the return of the two kings as Denethor, the Steward of Gondor residing in its capital Minas Tirith, bids Pippin to sing for him while he eats. At the same time, Denethor's son Faramir attempts to retake the city of Osgiliath which has been occupied by Orcs, as requested by his father. The mission is a futile one. Pippin sings while Faramir and his horsemen are riding in slow motion to be massacred by the Orcs. As the song ends, Pippin begins to cry softly, as he realizes that Faramir most likely died in vain to try to prove to his father that he was like his slain older brother Boromir, whom Denethor loved greatly. 

This movie and particularly the song puts things into perspective for a person who will be turning 30 later this year. 

Home is behind
The world ahead
And there are many paths to tread
Through shadow
To the edge of night
Until the stars are all alight

Mist and shadow
Cloud and shade
All shall fade
All shall fade 

All shall fade indeed sooner or later, I don't feel old I'm probably at the prime of my life but looking ahead for the sunset or waiting for the sunrise is the dilemma I'm facing which seems to be a big deal right now.. 

So what is this post about?? To that I've the answer. Absolutely nothing is the answer. When someone asks me how I am I say ALL IS WELL.. I'm keeping Amma and Appa happy, have a great friend for a wife and a lovely son to die for so what else does someone need to be happy?? Money?? Power??

I would say good people.. The times I've been through the best and most valuable things I've earned is relationships and people.. I've met many people in this short life of mine many have come many have gone, some have come for their own selfish motives, some for nothing, but what matters the most is the best have stayed to that dear god I'm thankful.. One thing that I've learnt in life is help anyone and everyone sometimes it has caused me a great deal of misery but I've never backed down from helping anyone..

So basically when I started this post I didn't think I would write some much about randomness.. But I've managed to write quite a bit.. So if you are still reading this without dozing off then kudos to you, you're truly great.. :) So is that all life is start to the end a mere journey?? No it isn't so make friends, make mistakes, make moments, make time count while it lasts.

“End? No, the journey doesn't end here. Death is just another path, one that we all must take. The grey rain-curtain of this world rolls back, and all turns to silver glass, and then you see it.”- J.R.R. Tolkien

The Great Indian Hero

Bollywood, Kollywood, Tollywood, Mollywood, Sandalwood and many other woods present in India... The environmentalists and the tree huggers can have a sigh of relief, I am not talking about real trees but the varied Indian film industries from north to the south... Talkies aka Cinemas aka Movies are in our blood and veins...

We are the only country where we worship our actors and idolize them as role models... Pick a school child in random and ask him what he wants to be he would say I wanna be like SRK or any one of those Ridiculous Khans...

Speaking of the Ridiculous Khans, in spite of being varied in the way we make our movies the woods have one special entity in common... One common characteristic that connects all these woods, again the tree huggers can take a sigh of relief we are not gonna cut down trees to connect any woods...

This one common speck of entity connecting the woods is the GREAT INDIAN HERO...

Ohhh Hell yeah we are talking now... Any Indian movie script compulsorily must and I stress MUST have a hero in it... All the Indian script writers have a common template to their movies... This is an excerpt of one such script... :)

Movie always starts off with Hero introduction... Saves someone mostly the heroine or her cousin sister or her uncles friend or her step mothers grand daughter... Irrespective of whom he saves which is irrelevant the hero says I HAVE A PLAN... Next scene he goes in alone and throws people here and there and the introduction is over...

Second part of the movie is where he falls in love with the heroine or vice versa happens... he asks his friends for suggestions tips and tricks to woo the girl but at the end of the day he says I HAVE A PLAN... Next scene he goes alone and woos the girl with all the charm in the world and the girl falls like SUPERMAN to a stone of kryptonite..

Third and usually the final part where the super villain grabs the heroine and has the entire world as hostage at some super secret location which is reachable by an hrs drive from the hero's house... Again the Hero says I HAVE A PLAN... well for the umpteenth time the next scene he goes out alone without caring for his own life with unlimited ammo in one cartridge of a clay made AK-47 that looks like a tommy gun with roll caps... Well as for always the GREAT INDIAN HERO saves the day and rescues everyone from the baddies...

And we all lived happily every after... :)

Until then signing off with the GREAT INDIAN HERO who keeps the streets of India safe from baddies... :)

Cheers till next time... :)

Ten things I hate about you: The Mindless Driver

Top ten things I hate about Mindless car drivers..... :)

1. I hate the way you drive slow on the fast lane... and the way you cut lanes....
2. Hate the way you jump signals...
3. I hate it when you honk...
4. I hate your large dumb high beams...
5. I hate your attitude so much that it makes me puke...
6. I hate it when you make a mistake and hate the way you think you are always right...
7. Hate it when you park, especially on a curve and think people can fly over you...
8. Hate it when you don't give me way...
9. Hate you more when you just put the person behind you in trouble and drive away like nothing happened...
10. Most of all I hate you for buying a car, when you should have just taken a bus...

Nevertheless I Hate you for hating me the same way I hate you..... :)

Auto Raja

Public transport is one of the most efficient of transport until recently in Bangalore. Buses and Autos and Taxis are the mostly used according to the descending order of use. Buses do not pose a big threat by con men apart from the odd conductor not giving you change ranging from 2Rs to 10Rs.

Meanwhile taxis are usually organized and again not much of threat as most of  the people using taxis are usually to the airport or even they don't its quite fool proof.

Then you have the local auto rajas of Bangalore. They can literally take you out on a Bangalore Yatra if you aren't from around and even if you are and don't know the routes. I am not saying that everyone is a con man who would just swindle you for an extra buck.

But the trick is to trick a con man into making him think that you know the place. So here is the list of five things that you shouldn't do while getting into an auto.

1. First Commandment: Sir nimage route gotha?? Do you know the route.?? Never ask the Auto raja if he knows the route to a particular place.
2. Second Commandment: When he says Meter mele hathu rupai kodi (meter charges plus ten rs) usually the place is nearby and you can probably walk the distance.
3. Third Commandment: Do not succumb to emotional atyachar like poor people, full day riding to make a living and nonsense like that. He is out to make an honest living not to ask for qualms. 
4. Fourth Commandment: Never ask him if he can take a route always tell him to take a route. If you think you know an area that comes in between your departure and destination tell the areas name and ask him to take that route. That usually throws him off guard and makes him think you know the place.
5. Fifth Commandment: This is the final and most important of them all. If you see a photo of a person shown below, stuck on the wind shield never ask him if it is the auto raja's father cause I cannot guarantee you will reach your destination in one piece.

This just some of the rules that I personally think works with our local auto raja's. And for god's sake please never ask who Rajkumar aka Raj anna is.... ;)

Cheers until then... :)

Day to Day Survival Strategy

Every day we deal with people, this poses the greatest challenge to one's character and his ability to cope with LIFE on a daily basis..

There are two kinds of people we generally meet the The GOOD and The BAD... The GOOD generally do good deeds so we don't need to worry much about them, whereas the BAD one's generally get on your nerve so they need to be dealt with...

Now generally speaking there are two kinds of BAD people... the one's who ungli themselves and the one's who ungli others... The one's that ungli themselves are self destructive elements so we don't need to worry much about them, whereas the one's who ungli us generally get on your nerve so they need to be dealt with...

 The one's who ungli us can be of two kinds one with long fingers and other with small fingers... the one's with the small fingers wont be able to hurt your pubic hairs also so u generally don't have to worry about them, whereas the one's with the long fingers generally get on your nerve so they need to be dealt with...

Now the one's with the long fingers can be of two types generally...  the genetic freaks and the non genetic freaks... the genetic freaks are all the one's with the manufacturing defect so nothing can be done about them they will be the same forever, whereas the non genetic freaks generally get on your nerve so they need to be dealt with...

That gives us the BAD UNGLI-ing LONG FINGERED NON GENETIC FREAKS... this infinitesimally narrow minded group of self righteous jackasses are the one's whom we generally need to deal with on a daily day to day basis... Statistically speaking this is a group of narcissistic, people loathing bunch of jerks... As the management strategy goes figuring out the problem is 75% of your solution. We now know what your issue is and what exact group of people cause major problems in your life..

We now can isolate this group of problem causing people this has solved 75% of your problems... now comes the solution part... we have two solutions or rather two ways to go about it or philosophically speaking this is your fork in the road... We can either choose to fight fire with fire and become BAD UNGLI-ing LONG FINGERED NON GENETIC FREAKS in their lives and get your hands dirty which is actually unhygienic and uncouth...

While we have another way to go about doing things... Assume you are in the matrix and these group of people are those people that are in the matrix and you are Neo the one who understands the reality, and in your reality these people don't really hold any value and they are merely a figment of your imagination... they are so small that they don't even deserve a Kilobyte of your memory space in your brain...

Finally Its not about Forgive and Forget, it's about not accepting that such people even exist... Keep smiling whatever happens... (",)

The Humping laws... :)

PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE... Do not get deceived or start fantasizing after reading the title, You people must understand that no obscenity will be entertained on this blog in any form... So without much further ado what am I here to write about...

Well from ages of research and investigation here are my findings about how, why and where do the BBMP(Bruhat Bengaluru Mahanagara palike) guys put humps and make their roads... Before we go into the details of the study I would like to describe what is a hump and different kinds of humps that can be found on the road... Humps are basically designed to slow down and oncoming vehicle...

The word hump is basically derived from hump of a camel since it is shaped similarly... Now other than the traditional humps there are 2 other kinds of humps that can be found on the road one is the Speed cushions and the flat top humps... I call them the speed cushions THE RATTLERS and i call the the flat top humps THE FLIERS... So enough of this gyan lets go to the main gyan at hand...

So following are the rules they follow to make those dreadful HUMPS,

Whenever the contractor fights with his wife he adds a HUMP... The number of HUMPS are directly proportional to the intensity of the fight and the type of HUMP depends on the Universal Humping constant H...

Every other time the contractor sees a Software engineer on the road the contractor lays down a HUMP in his memory, Therefore the number of HUMPS is actually equal to the number of software engineers in Bangalore. The point to be noted here is the HUMPS laid for a software engineer is always a FLIER as software engineers always search for a platform to take off from.

The contractor being a big sandalwood fan every time there is a flop movie that comes out he lays down a HUMP in memory of the producer who has gone bust... Hence the number of HUMPS is directly proportional to the number of dead, suicidal, bust producers of Kannada movies.

So that concludes my HUMPING laws.... Happy and Safe HUMPING... :D

Mid Summer Dreams (Part 2) : The TEST

Very few people make a huge impact in our lives... Only one or two of them are worth remembering however painful remembering them is... Reena was her name the fresh software tester right out of college... Raghu woke up with a hangover like headache with just one thing ringing in his mind Reena... Rekha was trying to tell him the chores he had to do today and all he could hear was a blunt ring... When she was done he just nodded in agreement as she left him and Arjun for a Dad and sons day out together... It was a gloomy summer day after the rain the previous day and he thought to himself GOD WHAT HAVE I DONE...

He got up from him is bed and with the most strategically implemented plans efficiently managed to tidy up everything and finished the chores he could remember from the rambles earlier in the morning... When he was done it was time for breakfast and Arjun got his dads specialty breakfast cereal with cold milk... When arjun asked his dad "papa why cant I get something hot for breakfast" all he would get in a reply would be "ohh beta shall I pop it in the microwave for sometime" he was old enough to know this answer so arjun being the bigger man refrained from popping the question to his lovely dad...

Still in Raghu's thoughts was Reena he wanted to finish breakfast quickly and get to do some reading on the laptop... Arjun called it lappy toppy and was angry by the fact that it spent more time on his dads lap than him and considered it his worst enemy... Raghu took Arjun to their living room and gave him arjuns toys to play around as he could have all the time reading what he had to read... June 9th that was the day he had pinged her first it all started off as a dream which bloomed into a blossoming tulip flower... He made her laugh like never before, sang for her in his hoarse bathroom singing voice the rush of emotions were overwhelming by the time Raghu was done reading the final chat he had tear drops running down his cheeks without his knowledge...

It was all a passing cloud for Raghu as he was flying to the USA for a project and Reena had to get married... Both were stuck at a juncture where they had to make a choice between love and life and both chose the latter... Raghu flew away and Reena got married after he came back everything had changed and he had nothing but getting a move on in life... That was it the last chat of byee forever "I hope we don't see each other again" simple words that tore apart his every belief he had of love... Does it even exist he thought and the corner of his eye caught Arjun lying weeping and drenched in his own tears... The first thing that came to his mind was did he swallow something or did something wrong...

Raghu (in a loud voice) : What did you do????

Arjun who was lying down till now felt the fright of his life and didnt know what to answer and was cowering at his dads mighty voice... Still loud Raghu said "why dont u tell me what happened why are u crying like a wimp" with an angrier voice... He tried to talk with all his might but his lips could only spurt out a lone whimper while he got a tight slap on his back which made him burst out into a full blown fit of weeping... Raghu never hit his kid before but he was doing it despite his instinct and another blow went out on the poor kids back ordering him to stop crying...

While the next blow was going out Raghu managed to look at his face in the mirror and it looked nothing like him with all the wrath and anger and disgust... It was like he had turned into a monster and himself for doing it... Was god testing him he thought or punishing him for what he did as he embraced arjun and consoled him and apologized for what happened he made him sit on his lap and consoled him to stop crying and asked him...

Raghu: Beta tell papa what happened... why were u crying??
Arjun: Papa I saw you crying... the lappy toppy was making you cry and I couldnt do anything...

Raghu detested himself for what had happened and promised Arjun that thing will never make me cry again beta... He saw his family photo as this was happening so many things had happened and this was certainly a test, a test of his integrity, a test of his willingness to let go, a test of actual love... With a grim smile Raghu selected all the chats and hit DELETE...

Frozen in time.....

Dads watch which I am using now... Time passes by leaving behind memories... :)

Mid summer dreams (PART 1) : Evolution

Some stories are meant to be told, some stories are meant to be read but some stories come up from memories, they are ones that are unsaid and untold and remain a secret and are the best ones that anyone could have... Each day goes by without even thinking of things that once remained at the top of the list until one fine day the dust clears up giving you nostalgia and the only thing that would be left with you would be the memories and a single tear drop..... The thought in your mind would be what could you have done differently for things to have been better than what it is now and your brain would signal back blank messages and you would be awe struck by the reality and it hurts... It hurts the maximum when you hit the ground with all the might gravity could ever offer..............

One busy rainy summer afternoon in Bangalore, All Raghu could do was to just sit there in his cubicle, read his old chats and stare out of his window at the rain.... Thinking why does google even save his chats, why did he have to open his old chats to search for some link his friend sent him the previous day all these questions all these questions of why, who, when and how kept ringing as his Manager kept calling out for him....

Manager: Raghu man we need you here there is a damn production defect....
Raghu: still reeling out from the euphoria turned swiftly wiping the only drop of tear and got into his work...

Things were not the same for Raghu as they were now..... After fixing the defect he got up from his seat and went to his Managers cubicle but on his way his eyes as they were trained to do so all the time glanced upon an empty cubicle.... Emptiness is all that he had left in him.... He had friends he had money he had a good life but then the glance at the empty cubicle made his gut feel sick of emptiness and churn out the bile into his stomach...

As soon as he was done with work with great difficulty he managed to get back into his chats which lasted a mile long.... Dont know why but he had a smile a mile long as he shut down his workstation and headed back home with a thought that he had some huge amount of reading to do.... Fiddling through the traffic he could reach home just in time to catch his son Arjun go to sleep.... He had hardly spent time with his family with the amount of work he was doing his beautiful wife Rekha was astonished to see Raghu actually coming early from office that evening.... As they went to bed Raghu promised her he would take care of Arjun the next day and would spend all the time with family at home as Rekha had some shopping to do....

After turning from one side to another the insomnia kept him awake.... So he decided to do something rather than lie down and think... He quickly powered up his laptop and logged into google and started looking at his chats right to the beginning.... The beginning of time it could be called the 9th of June 2010... The date of EVOLUTION.... He just saw the date as Rekha woke up with light from the laptop she got up complaining you cant stay away from that thing and snatched his laptop away and stashed it away.... Raghu then reluctantly went back to bed and lying down thinking of the day that changed his life and went into his emptiness then into a deep sleep........

Illuminated...

A temple near office... Had my camera while riding back home and had to click this... :)

Vantage Point (PART 3) : THE LADY

War had changed her life, at every phase of life when she was just about to stand up and walk straight war would change it all. First it was her Father who was sacrificed in the name of war, then her brother and then her husband. Now it was just her and her 2 little kids. It couldn't have been more worse for Zainab as she was walking to the market to buy some provision. She had left her two kids playing on their own in her old beat down house.

It was starting to get dark as she walked to the market. The whole village was sorta disturbed after the banished ones arrived. All of them knew that war was coming and would get back to their houses before it got dark and would stay out of sight to save their own lives. That dreadful day Zainab dint have any provisions left in her house to feed her kids and herself and wanted to buy something to make some dinner for themselves. She wanted to just rush to the market and buy the stuff and get back as soon as possible.

But as she was just nearing the market disaster struck, she heard similar noises of some bees whizzing past after banging noises and then a huge blast.. It was war again, she could hear bullets flying past her as an instinct she just ran into the nearest shop for cover without being aware of her surroundings. All Zainab could see were the cover of the shop as she ran blindly towards it she dint see the militant who was running towards her and almost bumped into him. He was one of the banished ones who came into their village and took everything. No one ever questioned them as they knew what would happen if they did.

As far as Zainab was concerned she wanted nothing more than the safety of herself and her kids. She was the only one the kids had and all she wanted was to`get back home in one piece to her kids. These were her thoughts as she regained her composure from the bump in she rose to see the Jawans eyes as he was running to get the militant. And then did she realize he was taking aim past her towards the militant who was about to throw a grenade towards them.

All this happened in a fraction of a second, as she ran into the market for cover she heard a gun shot whiz behind her and a second later as she ran through the rear door of the shop BIG LOUD blast hurled her forward as she hit the ground with a big thud and all kinds of shreds fell over her carcass. She thought she was dead as all she could see was bright light and could hear nothing but a buzzing sound that deafened her ears.

Then came the pain which was worse than being dead, she had bruises all over the place from the fall and some burns from the blast. The pain was so much so that she could not move her body an inch and felt like each and every bone in the body was broken to a million pieces. As she managed to turn over and looked into the sky she saw black smoke rising and it felt like she was entering one hell from another.

All she could think of were her kids who would be waiting for her mother to come back to them and would be scared and orphaned if she dint. She was struggling to keep herself awake but the eye lids got heavy on her. The only words that came out of her mouth were,

"Forgive me. God please forgive me."

Vantage Point (PART 2) : THE MILITANT

Jihad that was the name we were taught and bred with. We would die for it and martyr our lives for jihad. That was what we were taught and forced to do otherwise they would kill our children and our family. He had to do this otherwise they would kill his family. These were the thoughts running wildly in Ajmal's mind as he was pointing his rickety old AK 47.

He was a farmer living a silent peaceful with his family. He could still remember the dreadful day when they came and took him away and threatened to murder his family if he dint agree to go with them. It was 5 yrs since that happened. Now he was a killing machine with no remorse or mercy. He was bound by no laws of any country the only law he knew was to kill the person he was pointing his gun towards.

Ajmal and 4 others had set out towards this village a month ago on foot with minimal food and shelter. They were supposed to set up shelter in a village that was at a strategic point. Once they set up a base he had to call command centre and more of his martyr brothers would join them there for the war of Independence. It was a dreadful and gruelling journey to the village off the 5 only 3 could make it to the village. Two of his martyr brothers were sacrificed to the treacherous mountains of the Himalayas.

But they had somehow managed to reach the village and contact their command centre when they saw the indian army men walking towards the village. Ajmal was the first to spot them and he alerted the rest of them. Ajmal was thinking it was not supposed to work this way. How did they manage to know that they were here. But nevertheless he knew what had to be done. Their survival depended on the death of 5 army jawans then so be it. So they took point at 3 places and opened fire. With the old guns they had half of the bullets went awry but one bullet from ajmal's gun killed a jawan. But the training of the Jawans and their fire power was much superior to theirs and he helplessly watched the other 2 martyrs getting killed.

Ajmal had to run it was all over nothing could be done now, he was the only survivor at least till now. If he dint leave then he would also have to take his last breathe. So he made a run for it, initially after a 100 metre sprint he thought he was alone but then when he turned to confirm he could see the silhouette of an army officer chanrging towards him with vengeance and speed. He was so captivated with the officer that he almost bumped into this on coming lady who was frightened by the bullets that were flying all around the place. He had to stop that officer, he reached down his fur coat and took out a hand grenade removed the pin and was about to throw it.....

Bannggggg....

He dint know what hit him, it was a flash of light for a fraction of a second, the grenade went astray into the nearby market. That was followed by intense pain and a feeling of failure. Not because he failed his mission, but the failure of letting down his family. His family would be ravaged and murdered now, because he dint succeed. He had let them down, he had failed his promise, he could do nothing. All he saw was the officer who had shot him down looking down upon on his dying body. Taking his last breathe all he could only blurt out was,

"Forgive me. God please forgive me."

Vantage Point (PART 1) : THE CAPTAIN

War is something that just causes destruction and violence. War changes lives forever, things never come back to normal after war. Well the war against terrorism is no different. Precious human life is lost in the name of jihad, liberalisation and basically to prove a point. These were the last words that ran in captain krishnan's mind as he shot down a militant.

The militant was hurling a grenade at him when he shot him square on the shoulder, the grenade slipped from his hand and went into a nearby market stall and blew up with a huge bang. Captain krishnan was rattled a bit but he immediately regained his composure and ran over to see his opponent and could see the fear in his eyes and could relate to the fear in his own eyes when he was posted to the drass sector.

Captain Vijay krishnan hailed from a small village near madurai coming from a family of farmers all he wanted to be was join the army from childhood. All his dreams and hard work paid when he got into the National Defence Academy. It was his first day on the job, earlier on that D day he got orders saying they had intelligence of Militants infiltrating in a village in Drass sector. He had to take a small outfit and scout the place to get to know the positions of the Militants. Little did he know that a simple combing operation would end up being a disaster earlier that morning.

It was a cold afternoon when Captain Krishnan and 5 other jawans took out off on the jeep towards the village. It was a easily a 3 hour trip thanks to the snow infested roads and slippery roads. They parked the jeep a distance from the village and hiked to the village where disaster was awaiting them. It was a short hike to the village, all the men were exhausted by the time they reached the village. At the beginning the village seemed to be totally empty and there was an air of silence throughout the place which was eerie and sent a chill down Captain krishnan's spine. He had a gut feeling something was wrong and that came true to his horror when a shot rang out of nowhere as blood sprayed all over his face from the jawan walking in front of him. The shot came from one of the windows in the village and they had no sign of warning.

The other jawans and krishnan took cover near by as more shots rang out and bullets hurled out everywhere. Captain Krishnan was facing his first real life threatening situation and he had to get is act right to get the people who just killed on of his men who was under his command. There were 3 positions from where bullets were being fired in the village and decided they would split up in groups of 2's and get the 3 targets separately. Within no time the 2 of the targets were eliminated with utmost expertise. The 3rd target he saw trying to make an escape into the village, so the Captain took off after him shouting orders on his way to maintain a perimeter and watchout for more militants.

As he sprinted after the other militant he caught the gaze of a young woman, she was young but yet had a mature air around her. She could have been a mother of one or may be two kids. He passed her as she came out of a market stall. The sight of the Militant and the Captain after him scared her to death and she raced back inside into the stall she came out from. All this happened in a fraction of a second and while this was happening the militant turned and he had a grenade in his hand without the pin and he was just about to hurl it at Captain Krishnan and he acted accordingly and fired at him. The Bullet pierced the Militant on his shoulders and the grenade went right into the market as Captain Krishnan ducked for cover and the grenade exploded with a huge bang. As the dust cleared Captain Krishnan got up and walked to the militant as he was taking his last breath. The shot was lethal and had hit the shoulder right near the heart and he died almost instantly.

But the death of the Militant dint ease away the pain in his heart as he turned and saw the market stall into which the lady had run into. It was the same stall into which the grenade had landed. It was reduced to rubble and all he could see was rubble and dust all over the place. He cursed himself for what he had done, he could not save an innocent life. He despised himself and shouted in despair.

"Forgive me. God please forgive me."

Manipal Revisited... Day 2: Madikeri to Mangalore

Day 2(April 2nd 2010)

The day started with us waking up at 6 so that we could leave

early, but then it turned out to be that we were gonna get late... We visited Sunil's uncles place near the Home stay and with some more off roading that was the perfect way to start off the day... :)

After the visit we got ready and we started towards Manipal, the ride down from coorg was beautiful, some awesome mountains and the roads were all winding so did some foot scrapings... Me and Abhi shot off initially then i took off leaving the guys behind... After some hiccups of Sunils dome breaking off we managed to reach Sullya by 11... We had to refuel here and pick up some cash... After the refuelling our Ice cream man Abhi found an ice cream stall near the petrol bunk so we had ice cream and other stuff... ;) After the snack break we found that Abhi's bike had gotten punctured so we got delayed by an hour...

After getting the puncture fixed we again left and this time me and sunil took off... Again some amazing winding roads... We stopped just before Mangalore for some tender coconut and then managed to cross Mangalore by about 1... The bus gang had already reached Manipal and were getting restless for our arrival... We decided to stop for lunch at Bittu da dhaba at about 20 kms from Manipal where we hogged like hungry dogs... :) Finally we managed to reach Manipal at around 5 and reached Tiger circle where the reunion of the boys happened... :) Then we went to Chira's place to freshen up and go to the fest which apparently we came for... While a few guys were freshening up i was narrating on the happenings of the ride to the other guys bringing them upto speed...

We went to the fest after everyone got ready and it was a complete disaster... The fashion was boring and the dances were horrible... But we guys had a ball dancing and shouting for everything... No one was sitting next to us with the amount of noise we were making... Pity the guy who came and asked me which college we are from and my prompt reply saying "BTMT dude" and we all burst out laughing our backs off... Finally we got bored with the stupid fashion show so we decided to start our own party back at Chira's place... :) And so the party began with all the arguments and discussion after the booze we laughed like crazy... The star of that night's show was the newbie Karthik... Sunil was tripping on him royally with his GG rantings...

Half of the guys crashed after dinner, while Me, BK, Chira, Suppu and Karthik were talking about all kinds of random things... Till we crashed outselves by about 4 30 in the morning... ZZZZZZZzzzzzzzzzzzzzz...

Manipal Revisited... Day 1: Bangalore to Madikeri

It was a much awaited ride for all of us and a much awaited trip for the others... Yes the group was split open this time around, 5 of us decided to ride down and the other 5 decided to come by bus... So the stage was all set for us to leave the riding group was Me(Thuderbird), Sunil(Unicorn), Abhi(Apache), Bharavi(CBZ extreme) and Babu(Blue Splendor 125 cc) the other unfortunate 5 were BK, Supreeth, Pradeep, Rajanna and the new guy Karthik... The bus guys had booked their tickets to leave on 1st night and we were supposed to leave on 1st afternoon which eventually turned out to become evening...

Day 1(April 1st 2010):

I had packed my luggage the previous night itself and woke up early and went to the new Mantri mall for some shopping for my shoes and a T shirt for Joseph (Suman's gift for her wedding anniversary)... After hogging at the new Taco bell at the mall searched for some shoes and finally found a pair of Nike...

I also had to pick up my new pair of boots from shivaji nagar but alas the guy had not got the boots yet so couldnt get the new ones for the ride... After shivaji nagar i headed back home and geared up and got my saddles done and left to sunils place by 2... We were already late and Abhi would meet up with us by 4 so we decided to waste sometime and as well leave with Abhi... Bharavi was already at sunils place so we were playing with Sumans kid and had some chai... Finally we left at 4 and met up with Abhi at the Bangalore university gate only to find that our man Babu had shot ahead to some god forbidden location just to find a petrol bunk which was right in front of the university gate... Finally we got going after finding Babu waving at us wildly some where 20 kms from BU...

Incidentally there was very little traffic on mysore road for a long weekend, neverthless it was good for us... We were doing good speeds I was leading the way while Bharavi and Babu were right behind me and Abhi and Sunil were at the back... Looking into my rear view mirror was scary with babu riding like a snake at the mid line almost got run down by oncoming vehicles... First stop we took was just before the shrirangapatnam cross towards Madikeri... After some gyan sessions to Babu and Bharavi to ride properly we hit the road again and by this time it started to get dark... We were again doing good speeds and i decided to ride at the end of the pack so that i can baby sit Babu and Bharavi...

Next stop was just before hunsur at the Nagarhole junction... We had some coffee and some freshening up and another gyan session to Babu to ride carefully we left to madikeri... This was a super nice night ride... It was like a trail of light moving in a trained manner under the dark star lit sky... Every now and then i switched off my head lights to enjoy just the sky it was psychedelic and amazing to ride without head lights in the dark... Hit some bad patch of roads at Madikeri and finally managed to reach the homestay at 11 after a couple of scares from Bharavi who went off the road on a couple of curves and Babu with his usual stupid stunts and the final 5 kms off roading in the night to reach the homestay... :)

Partied in the night with campfire and some bantering and teasing of babu... Abhi was in all form who literally started hitting babu... Some of pearls of wisdom when the boys are high... :)

Abhi to Babu, Yeno nindu bari height nandu weight bega kudiyo loper (You just have height i have weight Drink fast u idiot)

Babu who drank the first time says we all forced him into drinking... Babu drank 3 pegs of vodka and says we forced him... :)

After Babu told us the sad story of how he lost his mobile, Bharavi's retort "Dude babu I dont understand why u cried after loosing your fone"

Sunil "Maga naale Manipal hogbeka,BK ge call madi ille barakke helbidona"(Do we have to go to manipal tomorrow, lets call BK and ask him to come here)

So after the campfire died out and the boys ran out of the booze we had our dinner and crashed for the night as we had a long day of riding the next day.. Yes we decided to leave to Manipal the next day... :)

Into the Darkness... :)

On the shores on Vagator beach (Goa)... It was one of the most beautiful sunsets i have ever seen... :)

Office chronicles....

Today was a different day, Today was a good day since I got my act together finally after a long time and got myself into office early... The world looks so different when you actually leave your house early, Its like a totally new world which just started afresh... Ok ok I get the point of the post is what happens when one comes into office real early...

1. You miss the rush hour traffic and get to ride in peace without any stops, unless you run out of fuel.
2. Get away from riding in the burning sun...
3. You get to see a lot of people jogging and walking, looking at them makes you feel younger and healthier and makes you feel you are also working out...
4. Good parking space, right near the elevator so that you dont have to walk a lot...
5. Clean toilets... :D
6. No security guards at the gate asking you for id cards and vehicle stickers...
7. You need not wait for the lift and avoid annoying stops on every floor, its all yours...
8. The coffee machine is all clean and yours, need not wait for your turn...
9. You can listen to songs and sing out loud and not get embarrassed...
10. You can pretend you are working hard when everyone starts to come in...
11. People start thinking you are a moron because you get to leave early in the evening...
12. You tend to fall asleep every half an hour...

Anymore points to add please leave ur comments.. ;)

Emotional Atyachar...

So the producers of one of Indian television channels sat down one day and decided they need to do something out of the box and after much contemplation and discussion they decided to start this show called Emotional Atyachar... For those who don't watch this show (includes me too) the concept of this show is to test the loyalty of your partner on national TV... :)

This is how it works, the case is introduced by one of the partners to the Television guys... The person who is being tested is the suspect... Its usually the guy who is the suspect here most of the times because they are the least self righteous of the all and they wanted to prove that the woman's quota bill needs a push...

So one of them thinks the guy is having an affair its either the insecure stupid girl(ISG) or her friend or the guys friend or guys brother or guys sister or the guys neighbor or the guys milk man or the guys whatever... They go to the TV channel who are much obliged for their TRP ratings that they will get, they play the sleuths and put in a hot young model or two who is the Emotional atyachar agent into this guys life...

So with cameras and mics in place the games of emotional atyachar begin...

Day 1
Our suspect goes to have coffee, where he gets wooed down by the hot young model...
Hot young model: Hey how are u??
Suspect: I am fine, what about u??
Hot young model: I am fine... So why don't u take down my number and gimme a call sometime...
Suspect: (thank u god) Sure if u insist..

Day 2
Hot young model calls suspect on his phone.. Tring Tring Tring.. Suspect is all excited about her call (thank u again god)..
Suspect: Hey hi, I was just thinking of u and u called.. What a coincidence...
Hot young model: I was thinking of u too which is why i called u.. Shall we party tonight...
Suspect: (of course) ya ya sure we can...
Hot young model: ok meet me tonight at 7pm...
Suspect: (This is awesome) I shall meet u there at 7pm(in fact i will be waiting there from 6 itself)..

6 PM Suspect is already waiting there for the Hot young model.... All this is being recorded by the super intelligent sleuths of Emotional atyachar...
7 PM Hot young model arrives..
Suspect: hey i was waiting for u.... u looking nice by the way...
Hot young model: thank u so much.. chalo then lets go inside and have a drink and dance a little...
Suspect:(why do u think i am waiting from an hour f0r) sure sure come lets go inside...

After a few drinks.... Rather after the Hot young model got the suspect drunk totally...

Hot young model: Shall we go to my place... I can drive u are too drunk...
Suspect: Sure.. hic hic..

After reaching home the Hot young model spins her web of intimacy over an inebriated idiot who cant make out a thing... After some intimate moments that have been recorded by this secret camera in the room its time for the big showdown... Its time for the ISG to confront the Suspect...

So our suspect is lying down on the Hot young model's lap when the camera crew storm into the room explaining him everything... All the alcohol in the suspects head wears off and he is dumbstruck and doesn't know what exactly to tell...

So is our ISG she is also dumbstruck and stands in awe after seeing the suspect get up from the Hot young model's laps... She is totally furious and walks down and slaps the anchor of the show...

Anchor: Why did u slap me.. I helped u find out how loyal ur boy friend was.
ISG: U helped my beep.. beep beep beeeppp.. beep beep... beep beep beep.. beep beep beeppp..

After some audio enhancements they actually found something else between the beeps... This is exclusively for your viewing... But catch you after the break...

So after the break the show comes back on air, with the whole Indian junta sitting on the edge of their seats to find out what happened... So here is the exclusive footage of what ISG actually said... VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED...

ISG: u helped my aaa beep... u baa beep this is not my boy friend at all... i broke up with this ass beep last week... i wanted u to do a loyalty test on my latest boy friend... i dumped his aaa beep for the new one...

Anchor: Damn why did i have to be the anchor to this show...
Suspect: Ah what a evening it was... This is the best break up i have ever had...
ISG: All guys are the same...
Hot young model: who's next...
Producer: Wow TRP rating increases if the anchor gets slapped... :)


To all those idiots who empower today's crappy media .!.. ..!.

Others have a good weekend guys... :)

Insomniac

I was sweating profusely, breathing heavily and was having a double vision... I was in the world in between sleep and the real world where nothing seems real... It seemed like the world was stand still in front of my eyes, even the faintest of sounds echoed in my ears, the minutest of the smells got to my nose and yet my body dint feel in control of itself... Even the smallest of the movements required a huge effort...

It was the same feeling everyday or rather every night... I was suffering from something that they call insomnia... It was 5 days since i had slept last and was feeling lost in my own world with sleepless nights... The first couple of nights were easy to pass as i would watch a movie and pass my time till day break, with the growing lack sleep it started to become difficult... The sweating increased my heart beat felt like it would go away any minute...

Every night i would lie down and make an effort to sleep but then the effort to sleep made it difficult to sleep... I would sit soaked in my own sweat thinking why I couldnt sleep... Was it some sin i had commited, was I possesed, is it some neurological problem???

So after 5 days of sleeplessness I decided to do something about it, so as per the advice given by my mom i thought let me try Yoga and meditation... She asked me to lie down flat on my back with my hands and legs fully spread out and not folded and i would feel sleepy soon... I started laughing at my mom and said "Mom that wont work, I will try something else"...

So there i went for another couple of days trying things in vain and spent sleepless nights trying to sleep... Whoever said try try till you succeed dint include sleeping in it... The count was now 8 days without sleep, also i read somewhere that 10 days without sleep could kill a person and desperation crept through after that...

So after much contemplation i decided to try my moms advice and lie down how she asked me to lie down... Thats when i realised what was wrong and why i couldnt sleep... While i was lying to flat on my back a sinister and evil smirk came onto me... One part of me was thinking how stupid of me the other part was thinking finally found the reason...

So i got up switched on the FAN and slept like a baby after almost 8 days of sleeplessness...

Moral of the story: Moms always have the right answer to everything... :)

Lone Rider

On the shores Marvanthe Beach... On the ride back from RMX mumbai...



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