I don't know how I could miss this one!
Come vacations and everyone seems to head to one place or the other, one big migration and we are so much similar to animals in so many ways. Some animals and birds migrate during winter to warmer places and some animals hibernate - I did sort of both. Let me explain!
Our family (comprising of my parents, grandpa, bro and of course sweet me!) had booked tickets for Ooty (the hill station also called Uthagamandalam) for it was holiday time! We were to stay at Dashaprakash resorts for 2 days. First day was as uneventful as any other, the twist in the tale comes on the second day. We went to a nice lake, but the road leading to the lake was very steep (looks like there were many slopes in my life than I would care to remember!) steeper than the 30 degree slope in my college. On reaching the lake my brother and me started shouting "appa boating! appa boating!". The counter fellow told "Only pedal boats available!". My father asked for a 4 seater, and turned to me saying with a grin, you and me are going to pedal. I was quick to say "boating canceled! boating canceled", which obviously fell on deaf ears. Sighing I followed the herd, well everyone but me had a nice time. I was so exhausted, on top of that we had to climb that say 40 degree slope on foot as the driver anna told only two in car (my mom and grandpa left in it). To top it all it had started raining, and the water started to flow like a river from all directions with such force (so much that a car was washed away in the river of rain water!!), it was difficult to keep balance.
Why am I telling such gory details? trying to justify for what happened later on that evening..
We went back to the hotel. My parents and grandpa after freshening themselves went out for shopping as we were to return the next day. My bro and sweet me didn't want to accompany them so we stayed back in the gardens of the hotel. My bro befriended another guy of his age to play whatever silly game guys of his age play. I felt very tired after my strenuous day, i told my brother that Iam going back to the room to watch TV. I went inside the room which was in the ground floor and locked it from inside and watched TV for sometime and then everything seems blurr to me today when I think of it. Next thing i wake up to see an assortment of strange things on the floor and on the bed. Well I will elaborate on the strange things too - to start with pebbles which got bigger and bigger in size, pens, some more stones, slippers, bananas wait a minute did I say slippers, yeah the size of my fathers, no it was my father's infact.. What a weird setting for me , and not to mention 4 angry faces peering at me. Well it almost resembled 4 fierce bulls staring at me with smoke bellowing from their nostrils as if they saw the brightest red cloth. I think I must have looked like one, embarrassed.
It so happened that the sweet little me had dozzed off (out of tiredness you see) and when my parents returned from shopping they were first puzzled that i had locked the room from inside and was not opening, even after repeated knocking. Then the puzzled expression turned to panic when i didn't open the door even after 10 minutes, they thought i had consumed some poison (Suicide and me! heights! my parents didn't know me well, I think). Then my father along with hotel staff started throwing things from the window to wake me up, it seems they started with calling my name sweetly, then harshly and then stones followed, still slippers...how sad that I didn't get up even then. After some half an hour they had all lost hope and thought they have to break open the door, when suddenly as if I had this habit of walking in my sleep, I go open the door and then come back to the bed and sleep. I wake up after sometime and instead of seeing smiles on humans, I saw frowns on bulls...
What happened after is censored, its ok still, but the next day when we were vacating the room, all the staff of the hotel, from the cleaners to the waiters and the receptionist threw me amused glances, some giggling some openly laughing... I turned into a red cloth that very moment...
Wednesday, December 14, 2005
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Sunday, November 20, 2005
The Chariot - the 2 wheeled one!
I was flying over the clouds yesterday. Speed-breakers........Black and white Speed-brakers thankyou! And a special mention of thanks to my chariot...THE CYCLE!
Money is scarce, was too, so I ended up buying a nice second hand Ladybird for a huge sum of 800 rupees plus tyre changing charges of 200/-. It was good to me for almost a year and suddenly of late it started performing even better. First of all the mudguard started to bend and a nice scrapping sound was heard. Clunck...Screech...Clunk.....Schreech. It was music to my years and of course I got a lot of attention; thanks to my faithful cycle.
Then one day the cycle shop anna told me......One of the gear tooth of my rear wheel decided to break, so I learnt to ride my cycle in a differant way! Well, I pedal it 3 times without friction and then the wheel gets engaged and starts moving. If I stop I have to repeat the same procedure to coax my cycle to move. Otherwise stated it would be like me doing exercise in the middle of the road on my cycle without moving. Sounds funny, but i bet you will enjoy the experience.
Then the day dawned when everything seemed to be fine and I thought I had completely understood my cycle. But the coochycoo cycle turned out to be smarter than me, its brakes refused to work... Well of course I didnt know that!I wanted to withdraw money from the ATM which is on a steep slope (put it scientifically about a 30 degree slope); at the end of which is a speed braker followed by another one some 10 feet away. Me as usual went down the slope thinking I will stop in front of the ATM. Instead I zoomed past it, I was bewildered. I wanted to shout Watch out! Watch out! like what happens in some movies.
But all I did was stare at the road with shock. (Oh! I forgot to mention my cycle doesnt have a bell) , some school girls fluttered like confused chickens seeing me approach at such a speed. I wanted to stop and apologise but I CUDN'T... Then the speed braker hit me with such a speed, I was flying. I didnt stop even after the second speed-beaker. But at the end of it I was relieved and had time to laugh so much that my stomach burst!
On a serious note- Iam selling my cycle. (Negotiable) Contact me and I will be happy to supply you with a wonderful cycle which will keep you busy always either at the cycle shop or at the hospital! Dont miss the golden opportunity!
Money is scarce, was too, so I ended up buying a nice second hand Ladybird for a huge sum of 800 rupees plus tyre changing charges of 200/-. It was good to me for almost a year and suddenly of late it started performing even better. First of all the mudguard started to bend and a nice scrapping sound was heard. Clunck...Screech...Clunk.....Schreech. It was music to my years and of course I got a lot of attention; thanks to my faithful cycle.
Then one day the cycle shop anna told me......One of the gear tooth of my rear wheel decided to break, so I learnt to ride my cycle in a differant way! Well, I pedal it 3 times without friction and then the wheel gets engaged and starts moving. If I stop I have to repeat the same procedure to coax my cycle to move. Otherwise stated it would be like me doing exercise in the middle of the road on my cycle without moving. Sounds funny, but i bet you will enjoy the experience.
Then the day dawned when everything seemed to be fine and I thought I had completely understood my cycle. But the coochycoo cycle turned out to be smarter than me, its brakes refused to work... Well of course I didnt know that!I wanted to withdraw money from the ATM which is on a steep slope (put it scientifically about a 30 degree slope); at the end of which is a speed braker followed by another one some 10 feet away. Me as usual went down the slope thinking I will stop in front of the ATM. Instead I zoomed past it, I was bewildered. I wanted to shout Watch out! Watch out! like what happens in some movies.
But all I did was stare at the road with shock. (Oh! I forgot to mention my cycle doesnt have a bell) , some school girls fluttered like confused chickens seeing me approach at such a speed. I wanted to stop and apologise but I CUDN'T... Then the speed braker hit me with such a speed, I was flying. I didnt stop even after the second speed-beaker. But at the end of it I was relieved and had time to laugh so much that my stomach burst!
On a serious note- Iam selling my cycle. (Negotiable) Contact me and I will be happy to supply you with a wonderful cycle which will keep you busy always either at the cycle shop or at the hospital! Dont miss the golden opportunity!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Holy Cow!!!
Cows are really very docile animals. They never trouble anybody other than me. I dont know whats in me makes them so angry, may be I look like something very tasty to them! why do I say that? Experience man/woman all experience!!
I had gone to my cousins place and my granny has this habit of feeding this specific cow which passes everyday by that house and moos ..Smart cow! That day as usual my granny went out to feed this very docile cow, I too followed her. It started helping itself from the vessel which my granny was holding. I was so tempted to touch it and i did so, to my horror it got so annoyed that it stopped eating and menacingly threatened its horns on me, i fell down with shock and it stamped me with its soft hoofs. If it were not for my granny's quick thinking I would have been in the hospital with wounds in my stomach. She dragged the cows mouth with the vessel and it was behaving as if nothing had happened. I sometimes tend to think it had some kind of split personality.
Whoa! so much for a white cow, now for a white cow with brown patches. I was waiting one day at the bus-stand, all sorts of people were standing and all eagerly waiting for a bus to come in that scorching sun. It happened so that a hungry cow wandered about a bit here and there in search of something to eat. Since no bus was coming I stole a few glances now and then at the cow as if I were in love with that cow. It definitely had a voracious appetite, eating all its way to my back where it gave me a nudge on my back with its hornless head. I am sure I was lifted from the ground, so much for a nudge. By then the co-bus standers shooed away the cow. Either that cow saw grass on my back or it sould have been my hero in its previous birth..
Then comes the real fierce one. I was on my way to C classes in my second year of Engineering on my cycle. I had just taken a bend on the road near to the college temple when I saw a real fierce looking bull in full charge running towards me. It was such a sight my heart leapt to my mouth and my brains ceased to function (another boyfriend maybe!). At the nick of the time I came of the road, it would have been such an accident. Also it was deserted that afternoon I could have easily bled to death! The reason the bull was running so wildly was because of a stupid guy on a moped who was trying to catch this bull with a rope in true cowboy style. Maybe he was in dire need of a bull for his own sweet pet cow! Who knows! But I would have given him a lecture on the harmful effects of catching bulls like these.. What if he had suceeded in catching that bull with his rope and suppose it decides to run for its life, dragging him along. I wish something like that had happened, he had almost killed me with his act.
Cows are really docile! Thats true unless you are Sugeetha!
I had gone to my cousins place and my granny has this habit of feeding this specific cow which passes everyday by that house and moos ..Smart cow! That day as usual my granny went out to feed this very docile cow, I too followed her. It started helping itself from the vessel which my granny was holding. I was so tempted to touch it and i did so, to my horror it got so annoyed that it stopped eating and menacingly threatened its horns on me, i fell down with shock and it stamped me with its soft hoofs. If it were not for my granny's quick thinking I would have been in the hospital with wounds in my stomach. She dragged the cows mouth with the vessel and it was behaving as if nothing had happened. I sometimes tend to think it had some kind of split personality.
Whoa! so much for a white cow, now for a white cow with brown patches. I was waiting one day at the bus-stand, all sorts of people were standing and all eagerly waiting for a bus to come in that scorching sun. It happened so that a hungry cow wandered about a bit here and there in search of something to eat. Since no bus was coming I stole a few glances now and then at the cow as if I were in love with that cow. It definitely had a voracious appetite, eating all its way to my back where it gave me a nudge on my back with its hornless head. I am sure I was lifted from the ground, so much for a nudge. By then the co-bus standers shooed away the cow. Either that cow saw grass on my back or it sould have been my hero in its previous birth..
Then comes the real fierce one. I was on my way to C classes in my second year of Engineering on my cycle. I had just taken a bend on the road near to the college temple when I saw a real fierce looking bull in full charge running towards me. It was such a sight my heart leapt to my mouth and my brains ceased to function (another boyfriend maybe!). At the nick of the time I came of the road, it would have been such an accident. Also it was deserted that afternoon I could have easily bled to death! The reason the bull was running so wildly was because of a stupid guy on a moped who was trying to catch this bull with a rope in true cowboy style. Maybe he was in dire need of a bull for his own sweet pet cow! Who knows! But I would have given him a lecture on the harmful effects of catching bulls like these.. What if he had suceeded in catching that bull with his rope and suppose it decides to run for its life, dragging him along. I wish something like that had happened, he had almost killed me with his act.
Cows are really docile! Thats true unless you are Sugeetha!
Saturday, November 12, 2005
U guessed it.... Part VI
Crystal clear sugar candys, wow they just melt in my mouth and my heart melts with it! Sometimes I feel i must have been a horse in my previous birth.. What am I talking about? I was then, 10 years old. I used to love sugar candys (big chunky ones with lots of facets). So great was my love for them that I was famous among my relatives for it. They used to give me sugar candys (SCs) to befriend me (i was a sweet gal then u c! and that's y iam reminded of that horse..). Already feel like eating grass!
So what happened was my mother's younger brother was to get married and it was the engagement ceremony that day. I was dressed in all finery and so were the other guests and my would be aunt looked splendid! She was seated on the dias on a chair and the only other person on the dias was the camera crew and my mom who went to do some rites. So my dad called and asked me to stand in front of the dias as it was getting crowded with my relatives; all standing to get a better view. I reluctantly left my cousins to join him just in front of the dias. I was just a half meter tall then, so my shoulders were just above the dias' height. And lo! what do i see in front of me all sorts of things arranged in big thamboolams (plates). Bangles, sarees, beetel leaves, plaintains, fruits, sugar candies, turmeric... wait a minute did i see candies. Slurp!, Slurp!. I saw around everyone was busy with some job or the other. Some were watching the rites, some were animatedly talking to others. Sin! I saw about myself stealthily and grabbed as many as I could in a jiffy and popped a few in my mouth. Ah! the ecstasy!
Wedding also over, the newly wed couple came to our house. I went running to the gate to recieve them. After the pleasantries, we settled down to watch a movie it was called " My Uncles engagement", I was surprised to see my name also in the cast, a small role though.. That of a gal who went any lengths to eat SCs. In the movie I was seeing from one side to the other from the corner of my eyes, very nimble with that stealing part and that satisfied silly grin. Aunty, Uncle, Amma, Daddy, Thatha all having a hearty laugh. Smart camera crew! they focussed on me when I was in the act. Now i know the meaning of the phrase Catch them young.....
So what happened was my mother's younger brother was to get married and it was the engagement ceremony that day. I was dressed in all finery and so were the other guests and my would be aunt looked splendid! She was seated on the dias on a chair and the only other person on the dias was the camera crew and my mom who went to do some rites. So my dad called and asked me to stand in front of the dias as it was getting crowded with my relatives; all standing to get a better view. I reluctantly left my cousins to join him just in front of the dias. I was just a half meter tall then, so my shoulders were just above the dias' height. And lo! what do i see in front of me all sorts of things arranged in big thamboolams (plates). Bangles, sarees, beetel leaves, plaintains, fruits, sugar candies, turmeric... wait a minute did i see candies. Slurp!, Slurp!. I saw around everyone was busy with some job or the other. Some were watching the rites, some were animatedly talking to others. Sin! I saw about myself stealthily and grabbed as many as I could in a jiffy and popped a few in my mouth. Ah! the ecstasy!
Wedding also over, the newly wed couple came to our house. I went running to the gate to recieve them. After the pleasantries, we settled down to watch a movie it was called " My Uncles engagement", I was surprised to see my name also in the cast, a small role though.. That of a gal who went any lengths to eat SCs. In the movie I was seeing from one side to the other from the corner of my eyes, very nimble with that stealing part and that satisfied silly grin. Aunty, Uncle, Amma, Daddy, Thatha all having a hearty laugh. Smart camera crew! they focussed on me when I was in the act. Now i know the meaning of the phrase Catch them young.....
Thursday, October 27, 2005
Part V
Every friday evening a movie is screened in the campus, and every movie has a romantic scene or two to entertain the movie goers. Well seeing a movie on comp is good, seeing a movie on a full screen is exciting and a movie in real time is even more interesting...
I was 11 years old then, we used to stay in a township (Kalpakkam) and my mom wanted me to pass on a message to a friends house a few streets away. I was obviously bribed (a chocolate! yumm), so there I was walking a few yards, sprinting a few; happy with my reward. I reached the friends house and saw that the door was ajar. I called out "Aunty...Aunty.." No reply.
I rung the calling bell, little did I know that the electricity was not there.. Then suddenly I hear laughter, aunty's shrill laughter and the lovebirds come out of the kitchen, uncle trying to kiss aunty... aunty shying away. All in front of my eyes and i couldnt help gaping widemouthed. Then aunty saw me, embarrased she ran in to the kitchen, uncle adjusted his hair and tried to look cool. Well I was embarassed too but cudnt run, so there I was replying "Uncle, mom asked...."
Thinking of it now they are such a sweet couple!
Sigh!!..
I was 11 years old then, we used to stay in a township (Kalpakkam) and my mom wanted me to pass on a message to a friends house a few streets away. I was obviously bribed (a chocolate! yumm), so there I was walking a few yards, sprinting a few; happy with my reward. I reached the friends house and saw that the door was ajar. I called out "Aunty...Aunty.." No reply.
I rung the calling bell, little did I know that the electricity was not there.. Then suddenly I hear laughter, aunty's shrill laughter and the lovebirds come out of the kitchen, uncle trying to kiss aunty... aunty shying away. All in front of my eyes and i couldnt help gaping widemouthed. Then aunty saw me, embarrased she ran in to the kitchen, uncle adjusted his hair and tried to look cool. Well I was embarassed too but cudnt run, so there I was replying "Uncle, mom asked...."
Thinking of it now they are such a sweet couple!
Sigh!!..
Tuesday, October 18, 2005
Part IV
Neyar Virruppam...
neengal pathu kondu irrupathu sugeetha vin blog blog blog (that was an echo - sound effects !! :)
ok the much awaited octa incident....
gives me a red on my face even now...
We had a computer centre in our college called octagon (octa for short). This was the place where lots of gals used to miss a beat for the administrator (he was definitely a smarty Sigh!!) lots of guys used to pop (chat) with their girlfriends, some became masters in computers and some like me also had embarrasing incidents, the one that iam going to narrate....
Long long ago, so long ago but not that long ago in the kingdom of NITT lived a gal named Sugeetha. She set out one day with her friends to the octa to finish off some very pressing commitments. Hours rolled by, the assignment was never ending, so she decided to take a break. She walked here and there in the vicinity of her friends, teasing, commenting and laughing- little did she know that a great danger awaited her in the form of a guy.
In the octa the computers were arranged in rows and people could face each one another in one particular central table. It so happened that our innocent heroine Sugee saw one of her friends, Subashree whom she hadnt seen for days, seated in the opposite row. In her enthusiasm she put her hand on her friend Archu's shoulder and started waving at Suba. Suba on the other hand was mischeviously smiling, the reason sugee didnt understand. She put her doubts away and started talking to her friend from where she stood. During the conversation she heard the words in a male voice 'I dont know' and also Archu was shrugging. Sugee then bent down to see why Archana was shrugging. What she saw froze her not due to the cold but due to shock. Archu's long curly hair was missing and she was not wearing the same clothes that she was wearing a few minutes ago. It took her some time to realise that it was actually a guy on whom she had put her hand.
It was then that she ran out of the octa like mad never for an instant turning to see who that guy was, nor waiting to say bye to her friends...
Aftermath realisations/ Happenings...
I shouted at my friend Suba as to why she didnt warn me. This was what she gave in reply
" It was so funny I couldnt speak (bcos i was busy laughing- remember the mischevious smile?) and I thought let me have some fun! That guy saw you and then called his friend at the next computer to show him that you were resting your hand on him. To something that his friend asked he Shrugged. Hahaaha..."
Suba Grrrrr.......
Sunday, October 16, 2005
Part III
I woke up from my afternoon siesta just now, no I didnt sleep on a bed but a hard table on a equally hard book. I was just wondering the brain and the CPU are similar in many ways, both refuse to work when they get heated up! So I decided to take a short break from study and took a nap, somehow I have got this aversion towards reading for exams so I decided it's time for my next post. This one was long overdue, and its a sequel to 'My embarassing moments', here it goes.....
Last year I set one fine morning with my mother to do some small shopping (really small as it lasted only for 5 hours...I cant think what must have been the condition of Dad!!) We had booked a taxi, so after a small shopping spree we clambered back into the car. It was 3 in the afternoon and both of us were tired and hungry, so we asked the driver to stop on the way for lunch (I will call it trunch). After a while the driver anna stops in front of a decent looking hotel and informs us that he will wait for us as he had already had his lunch. Both of us were so hungry that we entered the first hotel we saw. We went straight to the wash basin, washed our hands, selected a table and sat at it. My mom then calls the cleaner and asks him to clean the already wiped table as she saw a speck of dried sambar or whatever on it. Then she asks the waiter to bring water, when two glasses are kept in front of us she says with impatience I asked for cold water this is not cold! The irritated waiter changes our glasses of normal water for fresh cold ones. Both of us noissily drown the soothing cold water down our parched throats. Meanwhile the waiter is patiently standing by us awaiting our order.
We then say Ok! bring us 2 plate masal dosas....
He says Sorry mam! no tiffin!
We say Ok! then bring 2 meals.
He asks chicken or mutton?
We say only veg..
He says Sorry mam this is only non veg hotel
Stupified!!! then slowly we get up from the table, say ok and leave the hotel
Some distance ahead we see another hotel and this time we stood out and saw the board hung at the entrance checked twice to ensure it was no strictly non veg hotel and then made an entry..
Imagine making them all work for us and then leave the place without having anything except two glasses of cold water that too after making a fuss. Well it was partly embarassing and partly elevating, actually I felt like a queen washing hands in one hotel and dining in another ! :)
Last year I set one fine morning with my mother to do some small shopping (really small as it lasted only for 5 hours...I cant think what must have been the condition of Dad!!) We had booked a taxi, so after a small shopping spree we clambered back into the car. It was 3 in the afternoon and both of us were tired and hungry, so we asked the driver to stop on the way for lunch (I will call it trunch). After a while the driver anna stops in front of a decent looking hotel and informs us that he will wait for us as he had already had his lunch. Both of us were so hungry that we entered the first hotel we saw. We went straight to the wash basin, washed our hands, selected a table and sat at it. My mom then calls the cleaner and asks him to clean the already wiped table as she saw a speck of dried sambar or whatever on it. Then she asks the waiter to bring water, when two glasses are kept in front of us she says with impatience I asked for cold water this is not cold! The irritated waiter changes our glasses of normal water for fresh cold ones. Both of us noissily drown the soothing cold water down our parched throats. Meanwhile the waiter is patiently standing by us awaiting our order.
We then say Ok! bring us 2 plate masal dosas....
He says Sorry mam! no tiffin!
We say Ok! then bring 2 meals.
He asks chicken or mutton?
We say only veg..
He says Sorry mam this is only non veg hotel
Stupified!!! then slowly we get up from the table, say ok and leave the hotel
Some distance ahead we see another hotel and this time we stood out and saw the board hung at the entrance checked twice to ensure it was no strictly non veg hotel and then made an entry..
Imagine making them all work for us and then leave the place without having anything except two glasses of cold water that too after making a fuss. Well it was partly embarassing and partly elevating, actually I felt like a queen washing hands in one hotel and dining in another ! :)
Friday, October 07, 2005
The world for 'them'...and for us?
Lakshmanan was frowning at the pictures his photographer, Sudhir had left on his table. They lacked that charishma, that one photograph which would help boost his magazine sales. They were the same, those glossy pictures of semi-clad models, with heavy make up and curvy figures. He had promised earlier this year to the Editor-in-Chief that this year the sales would go up by atleast 10%. Lakshmanan was glad atleast the sales were not dropping! He buzzed the intercom and reckoned Sudhir to his office.
Sudhir was surprised that his boss had called him to his chambers so early in the day, moreover the fact that was disturbing was that LK (thats how Lakshmanan was known in the journalists community) had sounded a bit hard on him. Pondering out aloud what the reason could be he reached the cramped office of his boss. It was any ordinary room only that there were piles and piles of papers stacked everywhere, the noticeboards were filled with things to do and cover photos of the previous issues of People magazine and the only places that were not bearing papers were the ones occupied by LK and Sudhir. A pregnant pause....
What ensued thereafter is that Sudhir burst out of LK's office not angry but with the alacrity that any scientist has while performing experiments. He grabbed his camera a Kodak Zoom5.5PS and set out to satisfy his boss.
It was nearly afternoon when he reached his destiny. The heat was scorching and the stench unbearable. He was soaked in sweat, he slowly approached the area with caution. His mind alert and his heart ached at the sights that beheld him. His camera clicked furiously at the surroundings. He had seen worser places during his college days but this was heart rendering. He was almost moved to tears, and that was surprising enough for himself, as he was not that sensitive a person. He was standing in that very place were umpteen ministers had stood and had made false promises in the past, he was standing in a slum...
A child was playing in the vicinity, her hair was unkempt, she was in rags and a face which reflected sorrow in its extremity . It seemed that she was not at all happy with the thread she was twisting in between her fingers. Sudhir was observing her with agog when suddenly her face lit with happiness. She was literally glowing, and he had been clicking away photos from the moment his eyes had set on her. So he slowly turned around to see what made her happy and so oblivious to the surroundings. What he saw next made him and his camera smile, the girl was now very eager, with outstretched arms she welcomed her mother. Her mother tenderly picked her up and childs joys knew no bounds....
Sudhir returned back to the bus- stop with mixed emotions.
Life is really that simple, what matters most is love in this world. There are two categories of people in this world -The pennyless, the slum dwellers and the poor have nothing but love and the others have all but love. Not that money is not important but it's we who choose what we want....
Sudhir was surprised that his boss had called him to his chambers so early in the day, moreover the fact that was disturbing was that LK (thats how Lakshmanan was known in the journalists community) had sounded a bit hard on him. Pondering out aloud what the reason could be he reached the cramped office of his boss. It was any ordinary room only that there were piles and piles of papers stacked everywhere, the noticeboards were filled with things to do and cover photos of the previous issues of People magazine and the only places that were not bearing papers were the ones occupied by LK and Sudhir. A pregnant pause....
What ensued thereafter is that Sudhir burst out of LK's office not angry but with the alacrity that any scientist has while performing experiments. He grabbed his camera a Kodak Zoom5.5PS and set out to satisfy his boss.
It was nearly afternoon when he reached his destiny. The heat was scorching and the stench unbearable. He was soaked in sweat, he slowly approached the area with caution. His mind alert and his heart ached at the sights that beheld him. His camera clicked furiously at the surroundings. He had seen worser places during his college days but this was heart rendering. He was almost moved to tears, and that was surprising enough for himself, as he was not that sensitive a person. He was standing in that very place were umpteen ministers had stood and had made false promises in the past, he was standing in a slum...
A child was playing in the vicinity, her hair was unkempt, she was in rags and a face which reflected sorrow in its extremity . It seemed that she was not at all happy with the thread she was twisting in between her fingers. Sudhir was observing her with agog when suddenly her face lit with happiness. She was literally glowing, and he had been clicking away photos from the moment his eyes had set on her. So he slowly turned around to see what made her happy and so oblivious to the surroundings. What he saw next made him and his camera smile, the girl was now very eager, with outstretched arms she welcomed her mother. Her mother tenderly picked her up and childs joys knew no bounds....
Sudhir returned back to the bus- stop with mixed emotions.
Life is really that simple, what matters most is love in this world. There are two categories of people in this world -The pennyless, the slum dwellers and the poor have nothing but love and the others have all but love. Not that money is not important but it's we who choose what we want....
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
Part II
Hat Trick!!!
It was Sunday afternoon, and sundays are very lazy. I get up around 12 noon and then have a long bath (kits must be surprised, I have changed kits!!!) and then go to the mess to have a nice lunch. The two best things are food and sleep. I just cannot skip both...Oops Iam deviating!
So I have a group of friends with whom I usually have lunch and it so happened that we had gathered at loki's place, and each of us departed seperately the reason which I am unable to remember. When I reached the mess I saw one of our classmates was with a girl. Naturally being the inocent girl Iam :) I asked him Is that your sis? He said No! She is my friend she has completed her MBBS degree. I say Oh! The topic then deviates to other things.
After that I depart from there to have my food. So we all had a nice lunch. Then it was time for icecream. So over icecream me and my friends are discussing about the 'girl' with our classmate She was new definitely and we have never seen this classmate with any 'girl' friends. It becomes a natural topic for gossip! So when our other friend joined us for the gossip session, we all were in for a shock..
Actually it so happened that my friends Kailash and lokesh had also asked the same question "Is that your Sis?" independently. And in reality she was his girlfriend and they were engaged. No wonder she had this irritated frown on her face when I had asked "Is that your sis?"
I Just cudnt face her when I saw her next... (Embarassing isn't that all three had asked the same question sucessively, I am reminded of an adage "Great Men (& Women) think alike")
But every story has a happy ending, she is a very nice gal and we are good friends
It was Sunday afternoon, and sundays are very lazy. I get up around 12 noon and then have a long bath (kits must be surprised, I have changed kits!!!) and then go to the mess to have a nice lunch. The two best things are food and sleep. I just cannot skip both...Oops Iam deviating!
So I have a group of friends with whom I usually have lunch and it so happened that we had gathered at loki's place, and each of us departed seperately the reason which I am unable to remember. When I reached the mess I saw one of our classmates was with a girl. Naturally being the inocent girl Iam :) I asked him Is that your sis? He said No! She is my friend she has completed her MBBS degree. I say Oh! The topic then deviates to other things.
After that I depart from there to have my food. So we all had a nice lunch. Then it was time for icecream. So over icecream me and my friends are discussing about the 'girl' with our classmate She was new definitely and we have never seen this classmate with any 'girl' friends. It becomes a natural topic for gossip! So when our other friend joined us for the gossip session, we all were in for a shock..
Actually it so happened that my friends Kailash and lokesh had also asked the same question "Is that your Sis?" independently. And in reality she was his girlfriend and they were engaged. No wonder she had this irritated frown on her face when I had asked "Is that your sis?"
I Just cudnt face her when I saw her next... (Embarassing isn't that all three had asked the same question sucessively, I am reminded of an adage "Great Men (& Women) think alike")
But every story has a happy ending, she is a very nice gal and we are good friends
Embarassing moments - Part I
It's a little bit more embarrasing to actually put down incidents that occured in the past- moreso when they are embarassing situations. It gives a good laugh whenever I think of it, so Iam here in front of the computer reminiscing the funny old times - laughing as if I had inhaled a bit of nitrous oxide and my neighbors staring at me as though I had just escaped from an asylum. I had a lot of embarassing moments at various stages of life, so I will blog them in parts starting with the most recent one!
It was irritating 'that' day; already with all that work and tension, to top it all we had to fill 3 gruelling hostel office forms as there were some changes in the bank account numbers. It was a boring job to fill three forms when all had to be filled in an exactly simillar manner - why cant they just take 2 copies of it?
anyways after patiently filling them up I had some calls to make. I usually use the lab phone to make official calls though I have a mobile to make personal calls. That day my balance had got over and I had to use the lab phone.
So I started dialling the number.
The phone at the other side rung two times.
TringTring.....TringTring
and my mobile goes "Uyirin Uyirae...."
Oops I say! Iam getting a call so let me attend mine first, luckily for me the person at the other end has not yet recieved my call so I cut the call I was trying to make
Within seconds mine also goes dead...
Irritated and since I didnt know from where the call had come (except for the fact that it was a landline) I resumed my calling the 'other' person...
Again Tring Tring..."Uyirin uyirae...."
Cut....Dead!!!
I was really surprised and irritated
Well, actually I did the same thing for the third time and then I realised I was calling myself from the lab phone. I was so embarassed. Moreso when one of my labmate was waiting to call from the lab phone...
I say "This fellow Iam going to kill him, whom do he think he is ... Giving me missed calls from morn'g!!!" to save my face...
It was irritating 'that' day; already with all that work and tension, to top it all we had to fill 3 gruelling hostel office forms as there were some changes in the bank account numbers. It was a boring job to fill three forms when all had to be filled in an exactly simillar manner - why cant they just take 2 copies of it?
anyways after patiently filling them up I had some calls to make. I usually use the lab phone to make official calls though I have a mobile to make personal calls. That day my balance had got over and I had to use the lab phone.
So I started dialling the number.
The phone at the other side rung two times.
TringTring.....TringTring
and my mobile goes "Uyirin Uyirae...."
Oops I say! Iam getting a call so let me attend mine first, luckily for me the person at the other end has not yet recieved my call so I cut the call I was trying to make
Within seconds mine also goes dead...
Irritated and since I didnt know from where the call had come (except for the fact that it was a landline) I resumed my calling the 'other' person...
Again Tring Tring..."Uyirin uyirae...."
Cut....Dead!!!
I was really surprised and irritated
Well, actually I did the same thing for the third time and then I realised I was calling myself from the lab phone. I was so embarassed. Moreso when one of my labmate was waiting to call from the lab phone...
I say "This fellow Iam going to kill him, whom do he think he is ... Giving me missed calls from morn'g!!!" to save my face...
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Director of the next Blockbuster film.....
2000 Kms above earth....
We are now zooming in, at a speed of 200 Kms per minute, onroute we catch a glimpse of a skydiver, an airplane making its last announcements for it is crashlanding, a frightened bird and finally after 10 minutes we land in a tribal village; so serene and peaceful....
Two lovers in the middle of a plaintain field are cooing to each other when suddenly from no-where the guy's father arrives at the scene. Horrified the lovers make a confession. The father is soft hearted so marries them off in a temple. Next scene is in the guys house: guys mother is very unhappy so tries to misbehave with the newly wed bride. One day the guy goes to town on an errand, when the scheming mother in law is planning to torture the poor wife. She curses and sends the daughter in law out of the house, telling everyone that DIL is a prostitute and that she lured her son in to marriage.
Heartbroken, the wife turns to the local temple deity to absolve her from the accusations of her MIL. She is accompanied by her close friend. Together they pray, while doing a ritual the daughter in law slips and breaks her back, also becomes unconsious. Since there are no hospitals to cure her in the tribal village, she has to be taken to town enroute a forest. So the friend, her husband and four other villagers carry the unconsious maiden on a bamboo bed across the forest.
Act II
In the forest there lives a young man and his followers who resemble the Robin Hood brigade
They loot all rich travellers and help the poor. The forest men are resting when their spy comes and informs that there is a troop of villagers carrying something heavy on their backs. So the Captain goes along with his men and hides in the lake which they are definite the villagers will cross. And when the villagers cross the men try to loot but when they explain the situation to the brigand his heart softens and he also falls in love with the poor girl on the bamboo bed...
Twist in the tale:
The forest brigand has an army officer for a friend and hence gets an airplane and all of them go to the hospital in that plane. Onroute the love which the brigand cherishes for the gal intensifies even though he knows she is married to another
But when they reach the hospital the girl is declared dead, because gangrene had set in....
The story has a mixture of romance, suspense, action & tragedy. Believe me or not this story was dreamt by me in my sleep and astonishingly I remembered the whole of it today morning. So I decided that its my destiny to make this movie and Iam sure its gonna be a blockbuster. Iam looking for producers, would you care to be one?...
We are now zooming in, at a speed of 200 Kms per minute, onroute we catch a glimpse of a skydiver, an airplane making its last announcements for it is crashlanding, a frightened bird and finally after 10 minutes we land in a tribal village; so serene and peaceful....
Two lovers in the middle of a plaintain field are cooing to each other when suddenly from no-where the guy's father arrives at the scene. Horrified the lovers make a confession. The father is soft hearted so marries them off in a temple. Next scene is in the guys house: guys mother is very unhappy so tries to misbehave with the newly wed bride. One day the guy goes to town on an errand, when the scheming mother in law is planning to torture the poor wife. She curses and sends the daughter in law out of the house, telling everyone that DIL is a prostitute and that she lured her son in to marriage.
Heartbroken, the wife turns to the local temple deity to absolve her from the accusations of her MIL. She is accompanied by her close friend. Together they pray, while doing a ritual the daughter in law slips and breaks her back, also becomes unconsious. Since there are no hospitals to cure her in the tribal village, she has to be taken to town enroute a forest. So the friend, her husband and four other villagers carry the unconsious maiden on a bamboo bed across the forest.
Act II
In the forest there lives a young man and his followers who resemble the Robin Hood brigade
They loot all rich travellers and help the poor. The forest men are resting when their spy comes and informs that there is a troop of villagers carrying something heavy on their backs. So the Captain goes along with his men and hides in the lake which they are definite the villagers will cross. And when the villagers cross the men try to loot but when they explain the situation to the brigand his heart softens and he also falls in love with the poor girl on the bamboo bed...
Twist in the tale:
The forest brigand has an army officer for a friend and hence gets an airplane and all of them go to the hospital in that plane. Onroute the love which the brigand cherishes for the gal intensifies even though he knows she is married to another
But when they reach the hospital the girl is declared dead, because gangrene had set in....
The story has a mixture of romance, suspense, action & tragedy. Believe me or not this story was dreamt by me in my sleep and astonishingly I remembered the whole of it today morning. So I decided that its my destiny to make this movie and Iam sure its gonna be a blockbuster. Iam looking for producers, would you care to be one?...
Sunday, September 25, 2005
SMS'g smiles...
Some of the SMS's I have got so far....
1) 2 important things that u have to do every morn'g
* Pray to God so that you can live...
* Take bath, so others can live....
2) Anroru Naal, Oru maalai velai...! Railway station...Vidhya Trainin ulley, Nee Veliyey.. Ungal iruvar kangalum...orey neratthil Santhithal pothum... Un mugatthil etthanai urchakkam...Appothuthaan antha vaarthaiya nee sonnaai... Amma ....tharmam podungamma
3)Enter password to touch my heart....
*****
Sorry wrong password , but you have touched my legs, So God bless u!
4)Friends are the worst tenants:
They occupy our hearts, they pay no rent, they dont vaccate easily, when they leave they leave the place broken
5)Terrorists kidnapped Indian Cricket team & are demanding 100 crores. If money is not paid they will burn all the players with petrol. Pls donate. I already donated 5 ltrs perol
6) A brain mega sale has been announced:
Newtons brain : $200
Einsteins brain : $400
Kalaam's brain : $500
Your brain : $25000
Bcos its fresh and unused...
This one is from the net..
Oxford dictionary has introduced a new word " Ganguly ". How to use it?
For eg: you can say : " He comes to office ganguly" Which means he comes and leaves immediately!
1) 2 important things that u have to do every morn'g
* Pray to God so that you can live...
* Take bath, so others can live....
2) Anroru Naal, Oru maalai velai...! Railway station...Vidhya Trainin ulley, Nee Veliyey.. Ungal iruvar kangalum...orey neratthil Santhithal pothum... Un mugatthil etthanai urchakkam...Appothuthaan antha vaarthaiya nee sonnaai... Amma ....tharmam podungamma
3)Enter password to touch my heart....
*****
Sorry wrong password , but you have touched my legs, So God bless u!
4)Friends are the worst tenants:
They occupy our hearts, they pay no rent, they dont vaccate easily, when they leave they leave the place broken
5)Terrorists kidnapped Indian Cricket team & are demanding 100 crores. If money is not paid they will burn all the players with petrol. Pls donate. I already donated 5 ltrs perol
6) A brain mega sale has been announced:
Newtons brain : $200
Einsteins brain : $400
Kalaam's brain : $500
Your brain : $25000
Bcos its fresh and unused...
This one is from the net..
Oxford dictionary has introduced a new word " Ganguly ". How to use it?
For eg: you can say : " He comes to office ganguly" Which means he comes and leaves immediately!
A rainy day....
It's a rainy day, wet and cold like any other rainy day. A huddled up form under a tinned roof shifts closer to the wall to avoid getting drenched. Hey! get up you lazybones! There is a heap of dishes in the backyard to be washed and you are day dreaming here! Reluctantly, the child gets up, he didnt want to wash dirty dishes when it was raining so hard and no roof to protect him in the backyard. He worked at the local tea kiosk, which was crowded on all days just like he had to work on all days.
He was an orphaned kid, and had to earn for his livelihood. He was content with the food his master was giving him. He didnt get money for the hardwork he did instead the kiosk owner was 'kind' enough to give him food twice a day and a small corner inside his shop to sleep. He had no-where to go and no one to talk to. So he accepted it has his fate.
Everything was fine till today morning. But today in him was seeded a hatred for society, a hatred for the life he was living, and a hatred for his mother who abandoned him near a garbage pile. The reason was what he saw in front of him that day. He rarely used to come to the front of the shop during working hours as he had lots of dishes to wash everyday. But today he wanted to shelter himself from the rain and was standing just outside the shop where customers used to sit under huge umbrellas and sip coffee. There in a distance he could see a family of three, a mother, a father and a son of his age. The parents were dotting on him fondly, the kid was in his school uniform and they were trying to make him eat his favourite candy as a bribe so that he would go to school. As most spoiled kids behave, he was also trying to throw a tantrum.
The orphaned kid looked a himself - in rags, no parents and definitely no school...
" Hey! get up you lazybones........"
There are many such kids who yearn for a decent living & if not kindness, atleast the right to live their life. So what can we do? Please help those kids....in some way or the other!
He was an orphaned kid, and had to earn for his livelihood. He was content with the food his master was giving him. He didnt get money for the hardwork he did instead the kiosk owner was 'kind' enough to give him food twice a day and a small corner inside his shop to sleep. He had no-where to go and no one to talk to. So he accepted it has his fate.
Everything was fine till today morning. But today in him was seeded a hatred for society, a hatred for the life he was living, and a hatred for his mother who abandoned him near a garbage pile. The reason was what he saw in front of him that day. He rarely used to come to the front of the shop during working hours as he had lots of dishes to wash everyday. But today he wanted to shelter himself from the rain and was standing just outside the shop where customers used to sit under huge umbrellas and sip coffee. There in a distance he could see a family of three, a mother, a father and a son of his age. The parents were dotting on him fondly, the kid was in his school uniform and they were trying to make him eat his favourite candy as a bribe so that he would go to school. As most spoiled kids behave, he was also trying to throw a tantrum.
The orphaned kid looked a himself - in rags, no parents and definitely no school...
" Hey! get up you lazybones........"
There are many such kids who yearn for a decent living & if not kindness, atleast the right to live their life. So what can we do? Please help those kids....in some way or the other!
Monday, September 19, 2005
Sania!!! The gal who dares...
Why cant they leave her alone, cant they imagine how she will look running around in that court with that burkha.....
When Salman Khan can remove all his clothes to showoff his biceps, SRK can run around behind gals in baniyans & underpants... y cant a sports woman wear what she is comfortable in???
So much of discrimination againt women in the name of religion.... Are they so jealous and afraid of her daring nature???Hats off to you Sania!!!! for being a role model for many oppressed women in this world!
Friday, September 09, 2005
Teasing the Stripteaser
Laughter is surely the best medicine. I was unwell in the recent past and I had to take a lot of medicines. Finally after many futile attempts of any recovery I got tired, picked up some old issues of Woman's era & started reading the Campus Rampus columns. I did have a good laugh and lo the next day I was completely rested and fine. One of my friends had a nice true life incident to relate in the same lines. Since it will take a long time to publish that one in Woman's Era, I decided to put it here. It goes like this....
In a physics laboratory a batch of 15 students ( of them only one female) were being instructed by their teacher. One of the resonance type experiments needed one of them to stand on top of a bench to do the experiment. Since the girl had already done a similar experiment for her bachelor's she volunteered to do the experiment while the others watch. The teacher was heard saying
" OK gal jus get on top of the bench and remove them one by one and guys watch carefully!!!"
:-))
Thursday, September 08, 2005
Saturday, September 03, 2005
The mistaken identity of the cell....
It was a nice sunny (no! not sunday) monday morning. As usual I was reluctant to get outta bed but I had a 9:00AM class to attend. Consoling my poor self, I hurried up to attend KC's class (well he is our Chairman and he teaches Solidification Processing). Again late! Oops nobody minds but its embarrasing when the whole class turns to look at you while you are entering. Well they dont mean to stare but it is a good excuse for them to get away from the droning voice of the teacher. Luckily enough he had not started class, so when the lecture began a few minutes later everyone was for a surprise.
He started to ask questions instead of teaching as he wanted to start a new topic that day and the topic was cellular solidification. I had no idea what that meant, neither did the class. Happy to have got an oppurtunity to harass, KC started asking each student induvidually what a cell meant. In response he got very vague and wierd answers. Now coming to the point; we had a classmate by the name Ashwani Kumar. He had a characteristic of attending classes late well later than me by atleast 10 minutes. So here he was walking to the classroom as usual late, no! very late, unaware of what was happening in the class. So when he entered, everyone's turn of giving their version of "what a cell was?" over. As Ashwini was the only one left, KC asked him "what is a cell?"
He answered out of confusion "Nokia Sir!" (his cell in hand) amidst roars of laughter.
He started to ask questions instead of teaching as he wanted to start a new topic that day and the topic was cellular solidification. I had no idea what that meant, neither did the class. Happy to have got an oppurtunity to harass, KC started asking each student induvidually what a cell meant. In response he got very vague and wierd answers. Now coming to the point; we had a classmate by the name Ashwani Kumar. He had a characteristic of attending classes late well later than me by atleast 10 minutes. So here he was walking to the classroom as usual late, no! very late, unaware of what was happening in the class. So when he entered, everyone's turn of giving their version of "what a cell was?" over. As Ashwini was the only one left, KC asked him "what is a cell?"
He answered out of confusion "Nokia Sir!" (his cell in hand) amidst roars of laughter.
Friday, August 19, 2005
Wierdos like me!
Of late I have been keeping myself occupied with rather mysterious conspiracies. Like the one by Dan Brown "The Da Vinci code". Ever since I started reading the book in 2004 I have been surfing the net with the ever faithful google bar on topics like the holy grail, Jesus bloodline, Leonardo Da Vinci's life etc etc. Then the book Seizure by Robin cook caught my fascination, The Shroud of Turin is surely the most debated subject of the decade. When I was going through one such sight about unexplained mysteries I came across UFOs and ever since it has caught my attention. Not that I didnt know about UFOs earlier but then I was too busy with other things in life that it didnt interest me much then! My previous blog was also the result of such inspiration. When I was going through the websites I was alone in my lab and it was too late around after midnight. So scared I was that even the slightest sounds used to scare me off my wits. I decided to write a story and out came the previous one. I know its too good..... But Guys dont praise me Ok? :-) Life is not so serious so lets have some fun with these alien jokes
Her's one for starters
Her's one for starters
"Hey mike I was wondering If we really dont want to be seen, How come we fly around with all these fancy lights on?"The Rosa Marg
Jayesh had a long day. His professor had asked him for a SEM photograph to be sent along with paper to be published in the Journal of Material Sciences at 8pm. And it was a Friday today. Jayesh had no other go but to do whatever his prof had asked him to do, after all his boss is the one who signs the paychecks every month. The thought that he had to do the work today of all days was making him all the more crazy. There was a Sci-Fi movie on being screened at Gymkhana and he would be missing out on all the action and fun... not that he believed much in aliens and that stuff.
Switching on the lights in the dark room of the SEM he got started, after all if he could finish this work as early as possible he could still go to watch the movie. Minutes became hours before finally the whole business was over. It was already 10pm well past the first bell indicating the start of the movie had been announced, however he was left with an hour and a half movie to watch. Jayesh switched off the lights, locked all the doors and when he left the dept it was 10 past 10. A slight wry smile was pasted on his lips, he was thinking of the famous kissing scene the heroine had in the movie with the alien creature in a human body.
He had just walked a few meters down the Mahogany Marg, when he thought he heard some sound. He looked back.. all was dark as the street lights had failed to function. Normally that very road he was walking used to be full of late-night researchers at that hour. But it was a Friday, and everybody it seemed didn't want to miss the movie. He thought it was his hallucinations and he started walking with a brisk pace, less with fear, more with eagerness.
Whooooooshhh!!!!
It was definitely a loud sound, how come Iam not seeing anything thought Jayesh. Definitely the deserted road seemed to have an eerie look about it. Now he almost broke in to a run, more with fear. Suddenly he stopped. Jayesh thought 'Iam in a premiere research institute and Iam almost a scientist and yet I get scared about things which I cannot see!' He turned himself to face the path he had just traversed. Nothing much to see except that there was a terrified cat crossing the road and a well dressed student having a smoke around the corner, some distance away from where he stood. As a child he had been always afraid of ghosts as his elder sister used to play pranks on him. But he had gradually overcome his fears over the years, now he was twenty four and was pursuing his post graduation at the Indian Institute of Science.
He kicked idly at a stone, he was now not interested to watch the movie so he decided to go back to his hostel and sleep. The day long work had exhausted him so much that he just wanted to go to bed and cuddle himself under the blanket on this cold damp day. He entered the Rosa marg which was also deserted that night though it used to be teeming with students at all odd hours possible. The R-Block was not far off and Jayesh walked with a pretty determined pace. When suddenly he was spell bound by the sight in front of him. Everywhere inside the campus were a lot of trees, so many to call the institute a forest! Amidst the bushes was a strange dome shaped structure almost resembling the egg of a huge bird. It was emitting a strange luminous blue light and it was definitely not there that evening. Awe struck Jayesh was rooted to the spot. The oval shaped object spilt in to three sections and out stepped the most strangest creatures Jayesh had ever seen.
They were a couple and both had similar elongated faces and strange glowing red eyes which were as large as saucers. Panic stricken Jayesh started to run, but unfortunately for him, try as he might he was jogging in the same place. It was like a strange dream to him. He tried to call for help but it seemed his voice never left his mouth. He felt strange waves around him. He at that moment of panic realized he was being abducted by aliens and that was the end of his life. He would never visit earth again. He felt a longing to see the lovely face of his mother, his father and even his sister who always used to play pranks on him. All that he said was
"Goodbye Reshmi...."
For more of UFO and alien info visit : here
Switching on the lights in the dark room of the SEM he got started, after all if he could finish this work as early as possible he could still go to watch the movie. Minutes became hours before finally the whole business was over. It was already 10pm well past the first bell indicating the start of the movie had been announced, however he was left with an hour and a half movie to watch. Jayesh switched off the lights, locked all the doors and when he left the dept it was 10 past 10. A slight wry smile was pasted on his lips, he was thinking of the famous kissing scene the heroine had in the movie with the alien creature in a human body.
He had just walked a few meters down the Mahogany Marg, when he thought he heard some sound. He looked back.. all was dark as the street lights had failed to function. Normally that very road he was walking used to be full of late-night researchers at that hour. But it was a Friday, and everybody it seemed didn't want to miss the movie. He thought it was his hallucinations and he started walking with a brisk pace, less with fear, more with eagerness.
Whooooooshhh!!!!
It was definitely a loud sound, how come Iam not seeing anything thought Jayesh. Definitely the deserted road seemed to have an eerie look about it. Now he almost broke in to a run, more with fear. Suddenly he stopped. Jayesh thought 'Iam in a premiere research institute and Iam almost a scientist and yet I get scared about things which I cannot see!' He turned himself to face the path he had just traversed. Nothing much to see except that there was a terrified cat crossing the road and a well dressed student having a smoke around the corner, some distance away from where he stood. As a child he had been always afraid of ghosts as his elder sister used to play pranks on him. But he had gradually overcome his fears over the years, now he was twenty four and was pursuing his post graduation at the Indian Institute of Science.
He kicked idly at a stone, he was now not interested to watch the movie so he decided to go back to his hostel and sleep. The day long work had exhausted him so much that he just wanted to go to bed and cuddle himself under the blanket on this cold damp day. He entered the Rosa marg which was also deserted that night though it used to be teeming with students at all odd hours possible. The R-Block was not far off and Jayesh walked with a pretty determined pace. When suddenly he was spell bound by the sight in front of him. Everywhere inside the campus were a lot of trees, so many to call the institute a forest! Amidst the bushes was a strange dome shaped structure almost resembling the egg of a huge bird. It was emitting a strange luminous blue light and it was definitely not there that evening. Awe struck Jayesh was rooted to the spot. The oval shaped object spilt in to three sections and out stepped the most strangest creatures Jayesh had ever seen.
They were a couple and both had similar elongated faces and strange glowing red eyes which were as large as saucers. Panic stricken Jayesh started to run, but unfortunately for him, try as he might he was jogging in the same place. It was like a strange dream to him. He tried to call for help but it seemed his voice never left his mouth. He felt strange waves around him. He at that moment of panic realized he was being abducted by aliens and that was the end of his life. He would never visit earth again. He felt a longing to see the lovely face of his mother, his father and even his sister who always used to play pranks on him. All that he said was
"Goodbye Reshmi...."
For more of UFO and alien info visit : here
Friday, August 12, 2005
Research....
That's v true with me.....I have to meet him this tuesday...& i have nothing to show!!!!!
Thursday, August 11, 2005
The 13th unlucky one!!!!
Aaahhhh....
Clap!..........ptch......... Clap!
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh......
?#@!&*^?
tic tic(Seconds pass)
Sip!Sip!.....
Splotch!
There you go...u Stupid mosquito, u asked for it!
Well friends that was my 13th murder today ....nothing much to do actually thats y iam here with my favourite hobby for dull times...Killing Mosquitoes!!!
Aaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh.....
Dirty me or Me Dirty???!!
I work for a notoriously humorous professor who can be strict always and sympathetic sometimes (phew... that's what i call exaggerating too much). I heard one of his witty remarks which he made some 5 years ago (well u c here in my institute there are so many research students who are stubborn enough not to leave the institute, and thats how word gets around. It
happened that for years together there was a dumpyard in the institute which was not being cleared for a long time and five years back when the then new Director, Prof Goverdhan Mehta took charge he ordered to clear the dumpyard. Thats when VJ(my prof) commented to one of his close friends "That's the first time in the history of this institute that some rubbish has gone out without a degree". Wow! I already feel like dirt.... That was great VJ and thanks for your opinion on students of the institute!!!! I feel great already....Now i hastily add "Dont read this VJ! Plzzzz".....
Saturday, August 06, 2005
Cudnt she kill ne1 else????
Dumby's dead
I dont want to read Harry Potter any more!!!!!
NOOOOoooooooo How can i not read the last book of HP
Guess have to bear reading the scifi without my fav dumby
SOB SOB!
I cant bear it....... will miss u dumby
Saturday, June 25, 2005
Sunday Mornings.....
Ah! Sweet Sunday mornings.... Its a wonderful feeling to get up late just 15 minutes before the formal mess closing times... Almost most of the students I suspect just have a brush, a facewash (go to the loo..thats intended...otherwise u know what happens ! :-)) and rush to the mess...just minutes before the informal closing time of 10:00 am. The mess authorities here in this institute are very liberal, they understand the psychology of students and don't close the mess for atleast half an hour after mess timings on Sundays!
Sunday is 'the' word,....Memories keep coming back of the good times I had with my friends back in college. Well it was no different but nevertheless it was more exciting and lively. I remember that there also we used to get up late, but the people in that mess were not so liberal.. But not to worry because we have friends and that's what friends are for! Well there would be a long line as usual, and if we somehow get to know that one of our friends is standing in that queue (mostly dreaming) we ask that good friend of us to pick up a dosa for us also... Of course the queue system anywhere in India is amazing, it always ends up putting up a fight...and the reason for it here was of course that extra dosa... Our brave friend would brush of all rude comments, and bring that life back in you. A cup of coffee and everything's set!
Not to mention about the morning gossip and endless planning to go see a movie which finally gets cancelled at the last moment. One group proceeds to solve the crossy and one group goes to see the matrimonial section of Classifieds. What fun we used to have commenting on 50 year olds advertising to get a "beautiful, smart, slim, tall.....girl". Lazy as it used to be Sundays were really giving a sense of content and fulfillment. Maybe we wanted to live our entire life on that day, as Monday would be soon approaching and it would be 6 days (it would seem like eternity) before the next sunday comes.
For me the TV room was a recluse, watching all nonsense programs also movies whose language I didn't understand, just for timepass... Well life has changed but not too much. I still get up late and run to the mess, except there are no friends who keep a dosa for you... still solve the crossy but all alone.... still read the classifieds, with smiles and no laughter... and TV room is a no no these days... Iam sure life will change, for the better or worser I don't know! but one thing I know for sure that Sundays will remain the same, remebering the good times I had with friends in college.... This blog is a tribute to all my best friends and for the good times we had in college..
Before I start crying let me sign off (jus joking)...
Chalo cya !
Sunday is 'the' word,....Memories keep coming back of the good times I had with my friends back in college. Well it was no different but nevertheless it was more exciting and lively. I remember that there also we used to get up late, but the people in that mess were not so liberal.. But not to worry because we have friends and that's what friends are for! Well there would be a long line as usual, and if we somehow get to know that one of our friends is standing in that queue (mostly dreaming) we ask that good friend of us to pick up a dosa for us also... Of course the queue system anywhere in India is amazing, it always ends up putting up a fight...and the reason for it here was of course that extra dosa... Our brave friend would brush of all rude comments, and bring that life back in you. A cup of coffee and everything's set!
Not to mention about the morning gossip and endless planning to go see a movie which finally gets cancelled at the last moment. One group proceeds to solve the crossy and one group goes to see the matrimonial section of Classifieds. What fun we used to have commenting on 50 year olds advertising to get a "beautiful, smart, slim, tall.....girl". Lazy as it used to be Sundays were really giving a sense of content and fulfillment. Maybe we wanted to live our entire life on that day, as Monday would be soon approaching and it would be 6 days (it would seem like eternity) before the next sunday comes.
For me the TV room was a recluse, watching all nonsense programs also movies whose language I didn't understand, just for timepass... Well life has changed but not too much. I still get up late and run to the mess, except there are no friends who keep a dosa for you... still solve the crossy but all alone.... still read the classifieds, with smiles and no laughter... and TV room is a no no these days... Iam sure life will change, for the better or worser I don't know! but one thing I know for sure that Sundays will remain the same, remebering the good times I had with friends in college.... This blog is a tribute to all my best friends and for the good times we had in college..
Before I start crying let me sign off (jus joking)...
Chalo cya !
Tuesday, March 15, 2005
Metamorphosis....
Comeon Sugee grow up!! .... When will you grow up???... how many times would I have heard this, umpteen times maybe (or in scientific terms X^infinity ; where X >1... Wow! Look at that one, If only I were Einstein this equation would have been famous....Sigh!)
I was sipping my evening coffee at my usual fav spot in the gardens when a butterfly settled on me thinking i were a flower( romantic or was it too melodramatic i never got to know) and suddenly this word "metamorphis" emerged from the back of my otherwise sleepy brain. I had a vague rememberance of studying the very same phenomenon in some biology texts on how a luva becomes pupa in turn becomes a caterpillar and then a butterfly!!!In some ways we are blessed to have the same form the day we were born to the day we die otherwise it would be very difficult...imagine a baby becoming a kitten then to something else then to something else...oops im lost!!!
But definitely we become mature as we grow up, or do we? If I ask myself, i still watch my fav cartoons, I still sleep till 10:oo am everyday as if i didnt have any work to do, i still love eating chocolates..... But actually metamorphosis in terms of 'homo sapiens' means to become mature..We all become mature, well it might take seconds, days, years and some dont grow up for their lifetime. Becoming mature may be not throwing tantrums, not shouting on somebody who was just now standing on your leg and behaving as if your leg was one of his favourite places to step on, or controlling your urge to stop yourself snatching the icecream from your neighbour's hand. Or it might just mean in simple terms becoming an adult...Now iam running out of ideas and sentences so let me stop at that and lets continue sometime later..
Cya
I was sipping my evening coffee at my usual fav spot in the gardens when a butterfly settled on me thinking i were a flower( romantic or was it too melodramatic i never got to know) and suddenly this word "metamorphis" emerged from the back of my otherwise sleepy brain. I had a vague rememberance of studying the very same phenomenon in some biology texts on how a luva becomes pupa in turn becomes a caterpillar and then a butterfly!!!In some ways we are blessed to have the same form the day we were born to the day we die otherwise it would be very difficult...imagine a baby becoming a kitten then to something else then to something else...oops im lost!!!
But definitely we become mature as we grow up, or do we? If I ask myself, i still watch my fav cartoons, I still sleep till 10:oo am everyday as if i didnt have any work to do, i still love eating chocolates..... But actually metamorphosis in terms of 'homo sapiens' means to become mature..We all become mature, well it might take seconds, days, years and some dont grow up for their lifetime. Becoming mature may be not throwing tantrums, not shouting on somebody who was just now standing on your leg and behaving as if your leg was one of his favourite places to step on, or controlling your urge to stop yourself snatching the icecream from your neighbour's hand. Or it might just mean in simple terms becoming an adult...Now iam running out of ideas and sentences so let me stop at that and lets continue sometime later..
Cya
Wednesday, March 09, 2005
A first time for everything
I remember the first time i rode my then new ladybird , didnt go a few yards when i fell flat on my face, but not before hitting a kind lady who didn't stop scolding even after I apologised. Now after eleven years its a great feeling to know that I can drive a Tata Sumo with amazing ease on of course "an empty highway"... well there's a first time for everything... So here Iam on a sleepy Wednesday ( i dont really know whether its only me who feels sleepy on all days except of course holidays and weekends!!) trying to create my very first blog.
I am thinking when was the last time, i took some time to really pen down my feelings???...hmmm...aahhh..ooooh....(thinking)...(scratch scratch) ...oops i dont really remember!!!! But the idea of creating a blog is really exciting and thats why iam sitting here, put before the computer trying to create a decent blog amidst glaring stares from fellow labmates who are waiting their turn to use the computer. God cares! I hope you get some useful nonsense stuff out of my future creations , well for sensible stuff you have hoardes of other websites dont you?...
Chao!
I am thinking when was the last time, i took some time to really pen down my feelings???...hmmm...aahhh..ooooh....(thinking)...(scratch scratch) ...oops i dont really remember!!!! But the idea of creating a blog is really exciting and thats why iam sitting here, put before the computer trying to create a decent blog amidst glaring stares from fellow labmates who are waiting their turn to use the computer. God cares! I hope you get some useful nonsense stuff out of my future creations , well for sensible stuff you have hoardes of other websites dont you?...
Chao!
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