If I were to play the saxophone, would I look saxy?
Chronicling such bad jokes is a healthy way to take a break and should be encouraged.
The deranged mind has spoken!
Bang!
Wednesday, February 25, 2009
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
Maiden Heaven
Somewhere back in time, this happened...
This time around, even with Grini (He's Srini and he likes Green tea...heh!) jumping up and down about the concert, almost everytime we met for 2 months leading upto the concert, the liveliness was not in the heart and the old bean was leading the charge in diminishing the spirit of adventure that beckoned in the form of an enthralling concert.
In bloody short, i wasn in the mood to go.
"I've grown older. "
"I've already been there."
"Its too expensive."
(At this point, way too late I'm afraid, I'd like to introduce Mr. VoiceInsideMyHead...He's been with our production company for a long time now, and is actually an unsung hero. He's been a key contributor (corporate jargon aakthoo at self) in rolling out many brilliant posts, and the material responsible for the laudable literature)
Yennyways....
And then, lo behold a miracle, for one thing led to another, and I got convinced, eh? (Price reduction of ticket from 1600 to 500 certainly helped matters, but wasn't the clincher).
The next scene is that of 4 of us entering the venue with a swagger, at around 5.30 pm, while the gates to heaven had already opened at 12! Our friendly neighborhood pessimist Drini was expecting us to be standing at the exit, craning our necks for one good look. No saaach theeng happnnnd maaan. We were greeted by a more sophisticated layout than last time, what with a romanov stall in the smack bang in the middle of the venue! A huge queue at the Kingfisher stall nearby, and oh I don't need to tell you about the junkies right?
But the rest of the post is gonna be about Maiden (I will refrain from talking much about the shit-eating, pathetic, loser bands who opened for maiden, apart from Parikrama...Their definition of music and melody is what is below hell.)
1. They fly down to their concerts in their own aircraft, cos the lead singer is also a trained and licensed pilot.
2. They're a pretty old band, but have the energy levels of 20 yr olds.
3. They fuckin LOVE bangalore. And vice versa.
4. They have made some of the most amazing and unique songs in Rock History (To lovers of Rock and Guitar riffs alike, I recommend Phantom of the Opera and Wasted Years to prove my point)
5. Although my body continually kept reminding me that I was pushing it a bit, my mind was forced to overpower it by the sheer enthusiasm and energy!! I did feel the aftermath the next day, but it was felt with a feeling of prolonged satisfaction and pride! \m/
6. These guys aren't just a bunch of metalheads with an aim to be "loud" and "popular". Their songs have some hidden significance, some history, some meaning. In short, there's a reason why they're revered by fans and other bands alike, all over the world!
The speakers weren't upto the standards expected. The lead guitars, a dazzling trio!, were continually underplayed or were muffled in comparison to the never-say-die vocals of Bruce. But when we were able to clearly discern the sounds, it was mesmerising! And what made it almost surreal was the ease with which they went about it...Kudos to Adrian, Dave and Janick! You ROCK!
All in all, a memorable experience! My 2nd metal concert...We all came out, our voices sounding like Amitabh Bachchan in Agnipath, but our hearts n minds like those of kids satiated to the max! :)
This time around, even with Grini (He's Srini and he likes Green tea...heh!) jumping up and down about the concert, almost everytime we met for 2 months leading upto the concert, the liveliness was not in the heart and the old bean was leading the charge in diminishing the spirit of adventure that beckoned in the form of an enthralling concert.
In bloody short, i wasn in the mood to go.
"I've grown older. "
"I've already been there."
"Its too expensive."
(At this point, way too late I'm afraid, I'd like to introduce Mr. VoiceInsideMyHead...He's been with our production company for a long time now, and is actually an unsung hero. He's been a key contributor (corporate jargon aakthoo at self) in rolling out many brilliant posts, and the material responsible for the laudable literature)
Yennyways....
And then, lo behold a miracle, for one thing led to another, and I got convinced, eh? (Price reduction of ticket from 1600 to 500 certainly helped matters, but wasn't the clincher).
The next scene is that of 4 of us entering the venue with a swagger, at around 5.30 pm, while the gates to heaven had already opened at 12! Our friendly neighborhood pessimist Drini was expecting us to be standing at the exit, craning our necks for one good look. No saaach theeng happnnnd maaan. We were greeted by a more sophisticated layout than last time, what with a romanov stall in the smack bang in the middle of the venue! A huge queue at the Kingfisher stall nearby, and oh I don't need to tell you about the junkies right?
But the rest of the post is gonna be about Maiden (I will refrain from talking much about the shit-eating, pathetic, loser bands who opened for maiden, apart from Parikrama...Their definition of music and melody is what is below hell.)
1. They fly down to their concerts in their own aircraft, cos the lead singer is also a trained and licensed pilot.
2. They're a pretty old band, but have the energy levels of 20 yr olds.
3. They fuckin LOVE bangalore. And vice versa.
4. They have made some of the most amazing and unique songs in Rock History (To lovers of Rock and Guitar riffs alike, I recommend Phantom of the Opera and Wasted Years to prove my point)
5. Although my body continually kept reminding me that I was pushing it a bit, my mind was forced to overpower it by the sheer enthusiasm and energy!! I did feel the aftermath the next day, but it was felt with a feeling of prolonged satisfaction and pride! \m/
6. These guys aren't just a bunch of metalheads with an aim to be "loud" and "popular". Their songs have some hidden significance, some history, some meaning. In short, there's a reason why they're revered by fans and other bands alike, all over the world!
The speakers weren't upto the standards expected. The lead guitars, a dazzling trio!, were continually underplayed or were muffled in comparison to the never-say-die vocals of Bruce. But when we were able to clearly discern the sounds, it was mesmerising! And what made it almost surreal was the ease with which they went about it...Kudos to Adrian, Dave and Janick! You ROCK!
All in all, a memorable experience! My 2nd metal concert...We all came out, our voices sounding like Amitabh Bachchan in Agnipath, but our hearts n minds like those of kids satiated to the max! :)
Saturday, February 07, 2009
To Kill a Mocking Bird
How easy is it to remove a person from one's life?
And how easy is it to be at the receiving end of such a thing inflicted on you by somebody else??
Yes, thats exactly what I wanna ask at this moment...How "easy" is it? As in, do you have any tips and tricks oh marauding reader? Take off that mask and speak from your heart...And also go ahead and assume the importance of the person, with some caution, in one's life...
Mind you, while you're at it, you'll have to deal with stupid, complex emotions like nostalgia, unfairness, a sense of loss etc etc. But somehow, the brain manages to delude itself into forgetting that the reason that u're pruning/being pruned off surpasses all others...its happening cos there's a reason right? And it wouldn't, unless the reason was strong enough...
Even if the reason is an emotional one...(Is 'an emotional reason' an oxymoron?? :chuckle )
Even if you've cared for that person genuinely, honestly...Even if you gave up somethings for that person's sake cos you cared and wished good things to happen for that person...
Even if you convinced yourself to ignore their follies, faults and deceit, cos you cared for your long term friendship more than those one time actions...
Thank you.
I'm much stronger now...
And how easy is it to be at the receiving end of such a thing inflicted on you by somebody else??
Yes, thats exactly what I wanna ask at this moment...How "easy" is it? As in, do you have any tips and tricks oh marauding reader? Take off that mask and speak from your heart...And also go ahead and assume the importance of the person, with some caution, in one's life...
Mind you, while you're at it, you'll have to deal with stupid, complex emotions like nostalgia, unfairness, a sense of loss etc etc. But somehow, the brain manages to delude itself into forgetting that the reason that u're pruning/being pruned off surpasses all others...its happening cos there's a reason right? And it wouldn't, unless the reason was strong enough...
Even if the reason is an emotional one...(Is 'an emotional reason' an oxymoron?? :chuckle )
Even if you've cared for that person genuinely, honestly...Even if you gave up somethings for that person's sake cos you cared and wished good things to happen for that person...
Even if you convinced yourself to ignore their follies, faults and deceit, cos you cared for your long term friendship more than those one time actions...
Thank you.
I'm much stronger now...
Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Kumara Parvatha - Beauty beyond belief...
Moral of the story : If you're an amateur/wannabe trekker and/or haven't been physically active for a month leading upto the trek, you're gonna have a rough time. As yours truly found out...
Yet, this trek was a legendairy experience! In this post, which shall narrate the story of the scaling of the hill named Kumara Parvatha, there is
Comedy!
Drama!
Action!
Perspiration!
aaaaaaaaand...
NUDITY!
Intrigued?! :D Read on...
Friday night we leave Saturday morning get to Kukke Subramanya leave after 2 hours of getting there 8-10 kms of gruelling up hill trekking reach small guest house types called Bhattr mane have lunch then sleep in tents till 4.30 am start again early Sunday morning 5.15 am (sleep, oh sleep, where art thou!?) trek in dark for 3 hours empty stomach then breakfast then trek more reach peak at 10 am become breathless at sight start trek back lunch at bhattr mane at 2 pm and back to kukke at 5.30 pm
Whats the word I'm looking for? Ah..."Nutshell"...Yeah thats what that was...
And believe me, thats how the trip literally breezed through me! Two days full of huffing puffing chatting laughing singing eating eating eating and very little sleeping! On an average, the inclination at which we trekked uphill was around 30-40 degrees. Very few stretches of flat land...
Saturday is when it all started...The bus ride to get to Kukke was really abysmal, mostly because of a rather painful stretch of a semblance of a road...It woke all of us up at around 3 in the morning and didn't allow us to get some well needed rest...Anyways, we started at around 7.30 after some freshening up and started the trek...
Our first objective was to get to a place where we would have lunch (FOOD! more on it later...) and rest for the rest of Saturday.
Name : Bhattara mane.
Approx Distance : 8-10 kms
Terrain : moderate to rough, uphill
And so we trekked...3/4th of it was under the caring enclosure of the forest, and the Sun wasn't at its meanest so for a while it was all hunky dory and 'i'm one with nature' and all that...After a while, your lungs tend to push against your rib cage saying 'uh we're gonna be needing some oxygen here and PRONTO!'...And that's when u start thinking whether u really saw that snake slither into the bushes or not...
And just when you've given up all hope and are waiting for the sweet release, the forest ends and you're out in the open...Dehydrated, De-energized and de-bangalored! And that one bigggg spotlight's one you...And every step carries leads to ten more, and the trail never seems to end...And oh look, the water bottle in ur hand seems almost empty and ppl are giving vague numbers about how much farther away the destination is!
Just before you're throw up ur hands (if u have the willingness to) God says 'oko kok okokok here just around the corner'...And you get to Bhattr mane and throw ur head face hands whatever u can under the cooooooold water coming straight from heaven, through the tap! And then we eat!
Lunch @ Bhattr mane is a simple affair, a mean meal...A round plate, covered with rice so that u can't spot an inch of steel, and some sort of sambhar as a sumptuous topping. After that kinda trek, you'll eat pretty much anything. And there's pickle (Salt and electrolytes for the body according to VaatalMan...More about that later) and buttermilk. Buttermilk again very cooling and soothing and sigh...Vaatal was doing tequila shots of them! :D
Saturday ended with Antakshari and sleeping in tents. I sang my heart out and made the mistake of not wearing socks while sleeping, respectively.
Sunday early morning was uniquely fun! A torch and you and the quest to find some solitude to "download" as VaatalMan calls it, at 4.30 am. Oh and don't forget the bottle of water. After 3 minutes of careful reconnaissance, I mooned the wilderness and finished my duties! At some point, I was scared about the fact that a snake might find my posture a wee bit inviting and "jump" at the prospect! No such tings tankfully!
The early morning chill, a dark night trek's thrill and the stars. A perfect recipe for scintillation...and danger! We scaled in the darkness, slipping here, sliding there on an empty stomach. Harsh conditions indeed, but it has its merits! Remember the stars? Well apparently this place is very famous for shooting stars! I just missed one, in my stupid endeavour to capture the mesmerizing canvas on which God plays with dots. At which point somebody wisely said, "Some scenes are meant only for the human eye"...How true...
"MOoooooooooooooooorning's here! The morning's Here Sunshine is here! "
We missed the sun rise from the peak alright, but the peak did its magic by hiding the Sun from us and revealing it slowly like a rising curtain. As we felt the morning chill disappear slowly, we started to see the splendor around us. Must've been boring for those hills to just lie there day after day, getting hit by the Sun, but it sure did create a breathtaking spectacle. And it was just more inspiring as we scaled higher, to know what we're conquering : A majestic peak, and more so, ourselves....
And then the peak itself! One of the longest walks of my life has been the last few steps to get to the ever enticing flag, mounted to signify the end of your journey. The "mountainous" desire to just sit down RIGHT THERE weighing heavy on my shoulders and ur mind, and the Sun shining brighter than a thousand Suns didn't make it easy. But I did it...And GOD it was awesome!
"Climbing down is easier than climbing up"
"It takes lesser time to climb down than climb up"
Hindsight : Throw all that out of the window for KP folks. Cos its shit steep! And if you're climbing down in broad daylight, you'll be daylight's broad (you'll get done, like a starter in Barbecue nation).
Different people went back home with different aches n sores, and also with the exhilaration of a memorable conquest! Cheers KP!
P.S :
Before I sign off, a few words of praise for my mate in the trip, Vaatalman. (The moniker cos he looks just like Vaatal Nagaraj with his shades and that signature topi of his...Err, not so signature after all! )
He, as much as possible, waited for me to catch up (I had a tough time of it most of the time). Offered me practical advice like :
1. The glucose / electoral will help in preventing u from cramping up.
2. Always breath through the nose, and not through the mouth.
Thanks....
Yet, this trek was a legendairy experience! In this post, which shall narrate the story of the scaling of the hill named Kumara Parvatha, there is
Comedy!
Drama!
Action!
Perspiration!
aaaaaaaaand...
NUDITY!
Intrigued?! :D Read on...
Friday night we leave Saturday morning get to Kukke Subramanya leave after 2 hours of getting there 8-10 kms of gruelling up hill trekking reach small guest house types called Bhattr mane have lunch then sleep in tents till 4.30 am start again early Sunday morning 5.15 am (sleep, oh sleep, where art thou!?) trek in dark for 3 hours empty stomach then breakfast then trek more reach peak at 10 am become breathless at sight start trek back lunch at bhattr mane at 2 pm and back to kukke at 5.30 pm
Whats the word I'm looking for? Ah..."Nutshell"...Yeah thats what that was...
And believe me, thats how the trip literally breezed through me! Two days full of huffing puffing chatting laughing singing eating eating eating and very little sleeping! On an average, the inclination at which we trekked uphill was around 30-40 degrees. Very few stretches of flat land...
Saturday is when it all started...The bus ride to get to Kukke was really abysmal, mostly because of a rather painful stretch of a semblance of a road...It woke all of us up at around 3 in the morning and didn't allow us to get some well needed rest...Anyways, we started at around 7.30 after some freshening up and started the trek...
Our first objective was to get to a place where we would have lunch (FOOD! more on it later...) and rest for the rest of Saturday.
Name : Bhattara mane.
Approx Distance : 8-10 kms
Terrain : moderate to rough, uphill
And so we trekked...3/4th of it was under the caring enclosure of the forest, and the Sun wasn't at its meanest so for a while it was all hunky dory and 'i'm one with nature' and all that...After a while, your lungs tend to push against your rib cage saying 'uh we're gonna be needing some oxygen here and PRONTO!'...And that's when u start thinking whether u really saw that snake slither into the bushes or not...
And just when you've given up all hope and are waiting for the sweet release, the forest ends and you're out in the open...Dehydrated, De-energized and de-bangalored! And that one bigggg spotlight's one you...And every step carries leads to ten more, and the trail never seems to end...And oh look, the water bottle in ur hand seems almost empty and ppl are giving vague numbers about how much farther away the destination is!
Just before you're throw up ur hands (if u have the willingness to) God says 'oko kok okokok here just around the corner'...And you get to Bhattr mane and throw ur head face hands whatever u can under the cooooooold water coming straight from heaven, through the tap! And then we eat!
Lunch @ Bhattr mane is a simple affair, a mean meal...A round plate, covered with rice so that u can't spot an inch of steel, and some sort of sambhar as a sumptuous topping. After that kinda trek, you'll eat pretty much anything. And there's pickle (Salt and electrolytes for the body according to VaatalMan...More about that later) and buttermilk. Buttermilk again very cooling and soothing and sigh...Vaatal was doing tequila shots of them! :D
Saturday ended with Antakshari and sleeping in tents. I sang my heart out and made the mistake of not wearing socks while sleeping, respectively.
Sunday early morning was uniquely fun! A torch and you and the quest to find some solitude to "download" as VaatalMan calls it, at 4.30 am. Oh and don't forget the bottle of water. After 3 minutes of careful reconnaissance, I mooned the wilderness and finished my duties! At some point, I was scared about the fact that a snake might find my posture a wee bit inviting and "jump" at the prospect! No such tings tankfully!
The early morning chill, a dark night trek's thrill and the stars. A perfect recipe for scintillation...and danger! We scaled in the darkness, slipping here, sliding there on an empty stomach. Harsh conditions indeed, but it has its merits! Remember the stars? Well apparently this place is very famous for shooting stars! I just missed one, in my stupid endeavour to capture the mesmerizing canvas on which God plays with dots. At which point somebody wisely said, "Some scenes are meant only for the human eye"...How true...
"MOoooooooooooooooorning's here! The morning's Here Sunshine is here! "
We missed the sun rise from the peak alright, but the peak did its magic by hiding the Sun from us and revealing it slowly like a rising curtain. As we felt the morning chill disappear slowly, we started to see the splendor around us. Must've been boring for those hills to just lie there day after day, getting hit by the Sun, but it sure did create a breathtaking spectacle. And it was just more inspiring as we scaled higher, to know what we're conquering : A majestic peak, and more so, ourselves....
And then the peak itself! One of the longest walks of my life has been the last few steps to get to the ever enticing flag, mounted to signify the end of your journey. The "mountainous" desire to just sit down RIGHT THERE weighing heavy on my shoulders and ur mind, and the Sun shining brighter than a thousand Suns didn't make it easy. But I did it...And GOD it was awesome!
"Climbing down is easier than climbing up"
"It takes lesser time to climb down than climb up"
Hindsight : Throw all that out of the window for KP folks. Cos its shit steep! And if you're climbing down in broad daylight, you'll be daylight's broad (you'll get done, like a starter in Barbecue nation).
Different people went back home with different aches n sores, and also with the exhilaration of a memorable conquest! Cheers KP!
P.S :
Before I sign off, a few words of praise for my mate in the trip, Vaatalman. (The moniker cos he looks just like Vaatal Nagaraj with his shades and that signature topi of his...Err, not so signature after all! )
He, as much as possible, waited for me to catch up (I had a tough time of it most of the time). Offered me practical advice like :
1. The glucose / electoral will help in preventing u from cramping up.
2. Always breath through the nose, and not through the mouth.
Thanks....
Monday, January 19, 2009
Life
This is a purely non philosophical post. Please read on if u even have minimalistic scientific inclinations...
"....If u imagine the 4500 million years of Earth's history compressed into a normal day, then life begins very early, at about 4 a.m, with the rise of the first simple, single-celled organisms, but then advances no further for the next sixteen hours (!).
Not until about eight thirty in the evening, with the day about five sixths over, has the Earth anything to show the Universe but a restless skin of microbes. Then finally the first seaplants appear, followed by the first jellyfish, and the enigmatic Ediacaran fauna. At 9.04 pm trilobites swim onto the scene. Just before 10 pm, plants pop onto the scene. Soon after, with less than 2 hours left in the day, the first land creatures arrive.
Thanks to 10 minutes or so of balmy weather, by 10.24 the Earth is covered in great carboniferous forests whose residues give us all the coal, and the first winged insects are evident. Dinosaurs plod onto the scene just before 11 pm. and hold sway for about 3/4th of an hour. At 21 minutes to midnight they vanish and the age of mammals begins.
Humans emerge one minute and seventeen seconds before midnight.
The whole of our recorded history, on this scale would be no more than a few seconds, a single lifetime barely an instant.
Throughout this greatly speeded up day, continents regularly slide and bang into each other at a clip that seems reckless. Mountains rise and melt away, oceans come and go, ice sheets advance and withdraw. And throughout the whole, once about 3 times minute, there is a flash bulb pop of a light marking the incidence of a Mansonized meteor or larger. Its a wonder that anything at all can survive in such a pummeled and unsettled environment. In fact, not many things do for long......"
Bill Bryson, you rock!
"....If u imagine the 4500 million years of Earth's history compressed into a normal day, then life begins very early, at about 4 a.m, with the rise of the first simple, single-celled organisms, but then advances no further for the next sixteen hours (!).
Not until about eight thirty in the evening, with the day about five sixths over, has the Earth anything to show the Universe but a restless skin of microbes. Then finally the first seaplants appear, followed by the first jellyfish, and the enigmatic Ediacaran fauna. At 9.04 pm trilobites swim onto the scene. Just before 10 pm, plants pop onto the scene. Soon after, with less than 2 hours left in the day, the first land creatures arrive.
Thanks to 10 minutes or so of balmy weather, by 10.24 the Earth is covered in great carboniferous forests whose residues give us all the coal, and the first winged insects are evident. Dinosaurs plod onto the scene just before 11 pm. and hold sway for about 3/4th of an hour. At 21 minutes to midnight they vanish and the age of mammals begins.
Humans emerge one minute and seventeen seconds before midnight.
The whole of our recorded history, on this scale would be no more than a few seconds, a single lifetime barely an instant.
Throughout this greatly speeded up day, continents regularly slide and bang into each other at a clip that seems reckless. Mountains rise and melt away, oceans come and go, ice sheets advance and withdraw. And throughout the whole, once about 3 times minute, there is a flash bulb pop of a light marking the incidence of a Mansonized meteor or larger. Its a wonder that anything at all can survive in such a pummeled and unsettled environment. In fact, not many things do for long......"
Bill Bryson, you rock!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
I LOVE TRAINS!
Pal do pal ka, saath hamaara
Pal do pal ke, yaarane.....
Lines from a legen dairy movie called "The Burning Train"...Pretty star studded line up in the movie (Amitabh missing though...hmmm)
Anyways, these two lines were reverberating inside my head as I got off the Kachiguda express...It is rather hard (not impossible) to sit in a train for close to 10 hours and not have adventures...
AARGGH!
was the expression inside my head as I was lugging the nearly 12 Kilo luggage bag towards the train, making mental notes of never travelling with somebody who's completed a week long trip! But I get to the door of our compartment and voila!, there she was...
She was talkin on the phone walkin up and down the small corridor outside the compartment...I forcefully tear myself away from her and start lugging the monstrosity of a bag onto the train...We just arrive at our seats and the train starts moving!
She comes back...And she's in our compartment...AND she's reading a book called 'SHANTARAM'...AND she's all alone and silent and brooding and mysterious...The plot thickens....
Turns out my sis in law knows a few of the ppl riding with us in our compartment, so after a while of chit chat, a gang of 6-7 ppl are playing UNO. Midway, a (desperate?) side of me wakes up and asks her 'u wanna join us?'...She gives a shyish super smile and says "No thanks..." with the eyebrow lowering and what not, to put me in what knots! (Background song : Ye uthe subah chale, ye jhuke shaam dhaleeeee...)
UNO can get boring, u know, and there comes a time when u have to throw up ur hands (after placing the cards down) and say 'Enuf!'...That time is dinner time.
We munch on some home made fuud (I luvya ma!) and wash our hands off it (literally)...But she's just sitting there, without dinner...My sis in law asks her about her dinner, and she says it was supposed to come, but hasn't, and probably won't...And throw in the sympathy angle, on top of all the alluring mystery...
At guntkal (God bless that station!), she gets down to get some dinner...
And I get down to find some courage!...And the privacy which had been eluding me ever since i got on the chuku buku...
A very well utilized 25 minute break, i started the conversation with a lame, albeit effective "you hadn't got anything for dinner??"........
Bottom line : I spoke to a girl I didn't know, rather pretty/cute n all, and almost got her interested in me (She asked me what I do for weekends! Some of u may be going 'aaaah THATs what u r basing her interest in u on?' but don't :-) )...It was sad that I couldn't take it further than that, cos of various reasons...But more importantly, it was one sweet short and interesting moment that happened inside God's blessing to travelling mankind : a train...
Cheerios!
Pal do pal ke, yaarane.....
Lines from a legen dairy movie called "The Burning Train"...Pretty star studded line up in the movie (Amitabh missing though...hmmm)
Anyways, these two lines were reverberating inside my head as I got off the Kachiguda express...It is rather hard (not impossible) to sit in a train for close to 10 hours and not have adventures...
AARGGH!
was the expression inside my head as I was lugging the nearly 12 Kilo luggage bag towards the train, making mental notes of never travelling with somebody who's completed a week long trip! But I get to the door of our compartment and voila!, there she was...
She was talkin on the phone walkin up and down the small corridor outside the compartment...I forcefully tear myself away from her and start lugging the monstrosity of a bag onto the train...We just arrive at our seats and the train starts moving!
She comes back...And she's in our compartment...AND she's reading a book called 'SHANTARAM'...AND she's all alone and silent and brooding and mysterious...The plot thickens....
Turns out my sis in law knows a few of the ppl riding with us in our compartment, so after a while of chit chat, a gang of 6-7 ppl are playing UNO. Midway, a (desperate?) side of me wakes up and asks her 'u wanna join us?'...She gives a shyish super smile and says "No thanks..." with the eyebrow lowering and what not, to put me in what knots! (Background song : Ye uthe subah chale, ye jhuke shaam dhaleeeee...)
UNO can get boring, u know, and there comes a time when u have to throw up ur hands (after placing the cards down) and say 'Enuf!'...That time is dinner time.
We munch on some home made fuud (I luvya ma!) and wash our hands off it (literally)...But she's just sitting there, without dinner...My sis in law asks her about her dinner, and she says it was supposed to come, but hasn't, and probably won't...And throw in the sympathy angle, on top of all the alluring mystery...
At guntkal (God bless that station!), she gets down to get some dinner...
And I get down to find some courage!...And the privacy which had been eluding me ever since i got on the chuku buku...
A very well utilized 25 minute break, i started the conversation with a lame, albeit effective "you hadn't got anything for dinner??"........
Bottom line : I spoke to a girl I didn't know, rather pretty/cute n all, and almost got her interested in me (She asked me what I do for weekends! Some of u may be going 'aaaah THATs what u r basing her interest in u on?' but don't :-) )...It was sad that I couldn't take it further than that, cos of various reasons...But more importantly, it was one sweet short and interesting moment that happened inside God's blessing to travelling mankind : a train...
Cheerios!
Sunday, December 28, 2008
People
Ever felt like going to a place where there're no people u know?
In fact, ever felt like going somewhere where there're no ppl at all?!
A mountain top, a lonely beach, a forsaken island...
One'd probably wanna come back in like an hour or so...Come back to civilization, surroundings that u're familiar with...Cos most ppl are social animals...Those who say that "they're a rock, they're an island" are bluffing ya...In fact, on the flip side, they're probably the ones who desire company most and are frantically trying to convince themselves of the contrary.
I'm a realist and hence I'll admit that I'll maybe wanna come back in an hour...
But what brings u to that point in the first place maga?
Adu happens when u're sad or angry...And either is a result of things not going the way u wanted them to or ppl not acting the way u wanted them to (I'll refrain from using the cliched 'exp...' word).
When it happens with ppl u've known for a while, when u observe them acting in a seemingly (seems to u atleast :) ) unreasonable manner, its a bit more unsettling than usual...
Ah okay...that makes sense.
In fact, ever felt like going somewhere where there're no ppl at all?!
A mountain top, a lonely beach, a forsaken island...
One'd probably wanna come back in like an hour or so...Come back to civilization, surroundings that u're familiar with...Cos most ppl are social animals...Those who say that "they're a rock, they're an island" are bluffing ya...In fact, on the flip side, they're probably the ones who desire company most and are frantically trying to convince themselves of the contrary.
I'm a realist and hence I'll admit that I'll maybe wanna come back in an hour...
But what brings u to that point in the first place maga?
Adu happens when u're sad or angry...And either is a result of things not going the way u wanted them to or ppl not acting the way u wanted them to (I'll refrain from using the cliched 'exp...' word).
When it happens with ppl u've known for a while, when u observe them acting in a seemingly (seems to u atleast :) ) unreasonable manner, its a bit more unsettling than usual...
Ah okay...that makes sense.
Monday, December 22, 2008
All in a day's work
Got this in an email....These were comments in a bug page, the title of the bug being :
incorrect error messages encountered when running cli command
And here's somebody who wrote a comment in that bug, explaining the whole thing.
"
Here's what the error messages states when trying to execute an command within the
CLI.
irene:> start /XYZ/console
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you really sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you not sure you don't want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Starting /XYZ/console may cause liver cancer. Are you still sure (y/n)?
Have you read and agreed to the /XYZ/console terms of use (y/n)?
Do you always lie about having read and agreed to terms of use (y/n)?
Do you lie about everything (y/n)?
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
As you might have inferred, we're just fooling around; this is the appliance,
not the service processor -- you can't get to the service processor console
from here. To get to the service processor (and to the console), you will need
to connect a serial cable or network cable to the correct port on the
appliance, and connect to it via the appropriate means; see appliance
documentation for details.
irene:>
"
incorrect error messages encountered when running cli command
And here's somebody who wrote a comment in that bug, explaining the whole thing.
"
Here's what the error messages states when trying to execute an
irene:> start /XYZ/console
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you really sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Are you not sure you don't want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
Starting /XYZ/console may cause liver cancer. Are you still sure (y/n)?
Have you read and agreed to the /XYZ/console terms of use (y/n)?
Do you always lie about having read and agreed to terms of use (y/n)?
Do you lie about everything (y/n)?
Are you sure you want to start /XYZ/console (y/n)?
As you might have inferred, we're just fooling around; this is the appliance,
not the service processor -- you can't get to the service processor console
from here. To get to the service processor (and to the console), you will need
to connect a serial cable or network cable to the correct port on the
appliance, and connect to it via the appropriate means; see appliance
documentation for details.
irene:>
"
Saturday, December 13, 2008
hi loser
Who is he? He's a funny papachi loser, who "fights" in an "ekdum action" environment called TNA wrestling.
Here I am sitting with my laptop on my spinal cord (counter intuitive to the name of the machine? :D ) and the tv's running and there's this ad of TNA which runs as follows :
"Whenever in any village within 100 kms from here, a baby cries, the baby's mother says ' sleep, (this is where my brain gave me a jolt and made me actually "listen" to the ad), sleep my kid otherwise kurt angle will come".
For those who're scratching ur heads and wondering whether ur beloved Murali has actually totally lost it and gone cuckoo, the line above, in Hindi, was uttered famously by the inimitable Late Amjad Khan as Gabbar Singh!!
Gawddddddd!
Friday, December 12, 2008
Gnanada MuttugaLu
Literally translated, the subject line means 'wisdom's pearls'....
The fans of the English language will take the trouble of the re-ordering it.
Read on....
Sage: heheh
What the sage is basically saying is if u spend too much time with another person, u become predictable in their eyes and the charm's kinda lost...Nothing seems unique or new, and it tends to be boring...
Interesting point?
The fans of the English language will take the trouble of the re-ordering it.
Read on....
Sage: heheh
you are funny
me: sometimes ashte
i've lost my touch, i've been told
Sage: by who?
me: mostly orchids...fish also sometimes (orchids and fish refer to two ppl here...name mangling done deliberately :D and badly, i must say )
heenamaanavaagi bytaane (he scolds ekkachikki)
avnantu
Sage: hmmm
eno...
but yenagatte gotta
me: yeah?
Sage: if you spend too much time with a person,
it will be like shutting yourslef in a room with back-to-back episodes of seinfeld for 2 weeks
horage bandaaga, avr joke gaLu, punch line gaLu... ashtella yaake... kaNN miTkso frequency nu guess maaDbahudu (when you come out, their jokes, punch lines... why all that... you can guess the frequency with which they'll blink their eyes too)
What the sage is basically saying is if u spend too much time with another person, u become predictable in their eyes and the charm's kinda lost...Nothing seems unique or new, and it tends to be boring...
Interesting point?
Saturday, November 29, 2008
How GPRS saved the g err day
So my brother's in town and he's an outright all night party animal, so he, his friend n wife n I are slated to arrive at Swagath Garuda, Jaynagar at 9.40 on a Friday night to watch (hold thy breath) Dostana.....
The prospect of watching a possibly inane movie made by an alleged homosexual guy (not too many doubts now after watchin the movie...theete teerskondbitta baddimaga...) was not too inviting...Matters became worse when we got to the theatre only to find out that our tickets have been given to somebody else...
It having been an eventful day, my bro didn't have the 'booking no.' on self at 9.40 pm. Out whipped my phone was by the me and i logged into gmail...Good ol' gmail application and my slightly sluggish ( :D ) phone took its time, but finally yielded the result! After some 'here sir' and 'sorry for the inconvenience sir' et al, we were sitting down...And boy was the timing right!
Priyanka Chopra's introduction in the movie has not been handled by Karan Johar I think...I can't call it tastefully done, but they focused on all the 'pertinent' aspects of her...The 3 protagonists put on their best american english (yet indelibly desi) accents and waltz through the film in immaculate clothing and posh locations, with emotions and loads of gay innuendos...
The bottom line of the movie. Spoiler coming up. Two men who aren't gay in the first place, but pretend to be a gay couple, eventually END up committing a rather gay act in front of a score of ppl for a girl !!!
The first half of the movie is cleverly humorous, although blatant and in ur face and 'yaaawn' in some of its jokes...The second half merits the choking of the Karan Johar.
The END.
Shalom.
The prospect of watching a possibly inane movie made by an alleged homosexual guy (not too many doubts now after watchin the movie...theete teerskondbitta baddimaga...) was not too inviting...Matters became worse when we got to the theatre only to find out that our tickets have been given to somebody else...
It having been an eventful day, my bro didn't have the 'booking no.' on self at 9.40 pm. Out whipped my phone was by the me and i logged into gmail...Good ol' gmail application and my slightly sluggish ( :D ) phone took its time, but finally yielded the result! After some 'here sir' and 'sorry for the inconvenience sir' et al, we were sitting down...And boy was the timing right!
Priyanka Chopra's introduction in the movie has not been handled by Karan Johar I think...I can't call it tastefully done, but they focused on all the 'pertinent' aspects of her...The 3 protagonists put on their best american english (yet indelibly desi) accents and waltz through the film in immaculate clothing and posh locations, with emotions and loads of gay innuendos...
The bottom line of the movie. Spoiler coming up. Two men who aren't gay in the first place, but pretend to be a gay couple, eventually END up committing a rather gay act in front of a score of ppl for a girl !!!
The first half of the movie is cleverly humorous, although blatant and in ur face and 'yaaawn' in some of its jokes...The second half merits the choking of the Karan Johar.
The END.
Shalom.
Thursday, November 20, 2008
What the!?
I am walking towards the conference room...
I open the door...
I look at the room...all seats taken...People are already sitting on the floor, relaxed and chatting with each other...A rather mirthy atmosphere also, if i may add.
And then i turn towards the left...And see the huge screen, meant for a projector...And I do a double take...
CricInfo.com
My section level meeting ladies and gents!!!
I open the door...
I look at the room...all seats taken...People are already sitting on the floor, relaxed and chatting with each other...A rather mirthy atmosphere also, if i may add.
And then i turn towards the left...And see the huge screen, meant for a projector...And I do a double take...
CricInfo.com
My section level meeting ladies and gents!!!
Wednesday, November 12, 2008
Endings and Beginnings
I will need this as a record sometime, so here it is :
I quit HP 3 days ago, after what seemed like a rather long sojourn of 3 yrs, 4 months and 6 days.
The day was the 12th of November. It was an extremely coupla days including and leading upto it, cos I was in denial. I experienced the psychological symptom of denial in its full force during this period.
I didn't, couldn't think of the fact that I would be leaving this company...The company where I didn't work, but played...With colleagues, with 5 of my college friends at different times of my stay...It was a transition every fresher dreams of, straight from the playground called college to another corporate playhouse where u get paid for having fun!
There's a dark side to all this frolic...Sometimes things got too personal, and the pressure drove me close to madness...And I'd be lying if I said that I don't take any of that away from HP; But it'd be harsh to say that I made a jittery start to my career...one weighs such things and one sees that one's 'good thingsu' pan is much much heavier :)
We return to the present, and we're in the last day...A rather dazed Murali is going through the tasks of a typical 'last day'. Several people ask him whether he's feeling ok, alright etc. What they don't realize is the denial is melting into realization and fear and sadness...Realization of what he'd done, Fear of what's ahead and sadness of ...Lets leave that to him shall we?
As I separate myself from him and look at how he's handling all the people coming to his cube to wish him a bright future and telling him in certain tones that he'll do well, i can now clearly see what i felt then...I wasn't talking to them then...A zombie was..."Hi...Yeah I am...Yeah, its today...Ah hah ha...Thanks, thanks a lot!!...Yeah I will, I have ur number/mail id" etc etc
And that evening...it all came tumbling out...It'll suffice to say that the moon was beautiful that evening...Somehow managed to notice it...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The contrast of the people, their attitude towards me in their presence today, was huuuuuuuge...
Oh I'm comparing my first day @ Sun, with my last day @ HP btw! Welcome to DivyaShree chambers, a relic in its own right, but with magnificient "corporate" interiors...Pretty receptionists to impatient HR ladies to lazy and careless software engineers...You've got em all sire!
Murali in HP on 10th Nov 2008 : Adored and respected (to a certain level) for his contributions and his personality.
Murali in Sun on 12th Nov 2008 : Uh, which one is he again!?
Those of you going "duh what else didja expect?!" (thats u sheetal) are absolutely right...I'm not contesting the existance of a difference...I'm just drawing ur attention to the magnitude.. :Dumbledorish bow
:D
And oh, Solaris is slow!! The keyboard is ohmygosh weird, and the people are alternatingly aloof and caring! I'll get used to it I guess, like everything else...
Well, getting used to it doesn't mean forgetting you and the past ok na?
I quit HP 3 days ago, after what seemed like a rather long sojourn of 3 yrs, 4 months and 6 days.
The day was the 12th of November. It was an extremely coupla days including and leading upto it, cos I was in denial. I experienced the psychological symptom of denial in its full force during this period.
I didn't, couldn't think of the fact that I would be leaving this company...The company where I didn't work, but played...With colleagues, with 5 of my college friends at different times of my stay...It was a transition every fresher dreams of, straight from the playground called college to another corporate playhouse where u get paid for having fun!
There's a dark side to all this frolic...Sometimes things got too personal, and the pressure drove me close to madness...And I'd be lying if I said that I don't take any of that away from HP; But it'd be harsh to say that I made a jittery start to my career...one weighs such things and one sees that one's 'good thingsu' pan is much much heavier :)
We return to the present, and we're in the last day...A rather dazed Murali is going through the tasks of a typical 'last day'. Several people ask him whether he's feeling ok, alright etc. What they don't realize is the denial is melting into realization and fear and sadness...Realization of what he'd done, Fear of what's ahead and sadness of ...Lets leave that to him shall we?
As I separate myself from him and look at how he's handling all the people coming to his cube to wish him a bright future and telling him in certain tones that he'll do well, i can now clearly see what i felt then...I wasn't talking to them then...A zombie was..."Hi...Yeah I am...Yeah, its today...Ah hah ha...Thanks, thanks a lot!!...Yeah I will, I have ur number/mail id" etc etc
And that evening...it all came tumbling out...It'll suffice to say that the moon was beautiful that evening...Somehow managed to notice it...
---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The contrast of the people, their attitude towards me in their presence today, was huuuuuuuge...
Oh I'm comparing my first day @ Sun, with my last day @ HP btw! Welcome to DivyaShree chambers, a relic in its own right, but with magnificient "corporate" interiors...Pretty receptionists to impatient HR ladies to lazy and careless software engineers...You've got em all sire!
Murali in HP on 10th Nov 2008 : Adored and respected (to a certain level) for his contributions and his personality.
Murali in Sun on 12th Nov 2008 : Uh, which one is he again!?
Those of you going "duh what else didja expect?!" (thats u sheetal) are absolutely right...I'm not contesting the existance of a difference...I'm just drawing ur attention to the magnitude.. :Dumbledorish bow
:D
And oh, Solaris is slow!! The keyboard is ohmygosh weird, and the people are alternatingly aloof and caring! I'll get used to it I guess, like everything else...
Well, getting used to it doesn't mean forgetting you and the past ok na?
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
A song for every occasion...
I must be invisible;
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.
cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.
I'll be on my way....
No one knows me.
I have crawled down dead-end streets
On my hands and knees.
I was born with a ragin thirst,
A hunger to be free,
But Ive learned through the years.
Dont encourage me.
cause Im a lonely stranger here,
Well beyond my day.
And I dont know whats goin on,
So Ill be on my way.
When I walk, stay behind;
Dont get close to me,
cause its sure to end in tears,
So just let me be.
Some will say that Im no good;
Maybe I agree.
Take a look then walk away.
Thats all right with me.
I'll be on my way....
Monday, November 03, 2008
Did you know...
...........
Bitchess : You bitch of a sun...
Mr Li : If I'm a bitch, then you're a bitchess...
Bitchess : So that does make me a dog?
Mr Li : No...you're a gay dog...and that's why a bitchess
Bitchess : Ha...that was a brilliant explanation...
:D
Bitchess : You bitch of a sun...
Mr Li : If I'm a bitch, then you're a bitchess...
Bitchess : So that does make me a dog?
Mr Li : No...you're a gay dog...and that's why a bitchess
Bitchess : Ha...that was a brilliant explanation...
:D
Goodbye DC
David Coulthard is a Formula One racing driver.
Or he used to be...
That's cos he retired at the end of the recently concluded scintillating Brazilian Grand prix. Pretty tall, British and supposed to've raced for top teams in his peak...Now I wasn't too big a fan of his, but got to know a couple of really interesting facts about him!
Or he used to be...
That's cos he retired at the end of the recently concluded scintillating Brazilian Grand prix. Pretty tall, British and supposed to've raced for top teams in his peak...Now I wasn't too big a fan of his, but got to know a couple of really interesting facts about him!
- When once he'd won a race with McLaren, it seems he'd turned out to receive his trophy in a Superman costume!
- They were showing bloopers/behind the scenes footage of the preview show for a formula one race (the show's called RaceDay). There's this rather sexy female anchor of the show, who's interviewing DC before his last race. She asks him "So what'll you miss most on the Formula One circuit DC?" And he says, without any emotion on his face, "I'll really miss looking down your nice cleavage during an interview"
Sunday, October 26, 2008
auto raja
is the name of a kannada movie, by shankar nag, which sorta immortalized and elevated the status of an auto driver, his hard ships, his big aortic pump (heart) etc etc
In the past week, I've had the fortune of traveling in an auto, with some rather colourful drivers manning the wheel...
1. One guy asked me a "onnendaaf" fare (one and a half for those who haven't cracked it yet). When I protested, he said "en saar neev software novre hing and bittre?" and shaved off 10 bucks on the condition that we'd both (me n the auto driver) smoke a cigarette together!
2. At 10 pm in the night after a rather hilarious play, bro sis in law n I catch an auto. All's fine till we encounter some traffic cops with breath analyzers. At this point somebody (dont remember who) ponders about the mechanics of this exercise of catching alcoholic drivers... And the driver gives us his glimpses of drunk driving episodes that he's seen in his illustrious career!
He tells us about this drunk guy at 11 pm in gandhi bazaar who takes his brand new shiny white tata indica and drives it neither on the left nor the right but straight OVER the median on the road...of course 'under the influence'! ;)
So a few guys on the spot, including our beloved auto driver, rush to the spot to help him...But our elated indica guy is, apparently, talking about "making the car fly" over the median and onto the road...With a smile on his face...
At this point our auto driver in the role of narrator, is excited and leaves no details unmentioned...He goes on to use some expletives with my sis in law right there in the auto! funny :D
The indica was rescued, btw...
(Some) Auto drivers rock!
In the past week, I've had the fortune of traveling in an auto, with some rather colourful drivers manning the wheel...
1. One guy asked me a "onnendaaf" fare (one and a half for those who haven't cracked it yet). When I protested, he said "en saar neev software novre hing and bittre?" and shaved off 10 bucks on the condition that we'd both (me n the auto driver) smoke a cigarette together!
2. At 10 pm in the night after a rather hilarious play, bro sis in law n I catch an auto. All's fine till we encounter some traffic cops with breath analyzers. At this point somebody (dont remember who) ponders about the mechanics of this exercise of catching alcoholic drivers... And the driver gives us his glimpses of drunk driving episodes that he's seen in his illustrious career!
He tells us about this drunk guy at 11 pm in gandhi bazaar who takes his brand new shiny white tata indica and drives it neither on the left nor the right but straight OVER the median on the road...of course 'under the influence'! ;)
So a few guys on the spot, including our beloved auto driver, rush to the spot to help him...But our elated indica guy is, apparently, talking about "making the car fly" over the median and onto the road...With a smile on his face...
At this point our auto driver in the role of narrator, is excited and leaves no details unmentioned...He goes on to use some expletives with my sis in law right there in the auto! funny :D
The indica was rescued, btw...
(Some) Auto drivers rock!
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Jhoom le!
Jhoom le has bol le pyaari agar hai zindagi
Saans ke bas, ek jhonke ka, safar hai zindagi :)
Hariharan is a funny looking man now.
He has a goatee kinda short beard below his lip, with mane type of hair extending upto the middle of his back, in a weird kinda plait.
All this is true and is to be focused upon until he hath his mouthshut.com
Cos once he opens it, there is nectar...The sweet nectar of ingenious, creative beyond par music!!
I got to his concert early, made friends (conversation) with a police constable who I found out lives close to my house, ate overpriced crappy snacks, walked around looking groups/couples of ppl and wishing how i had some company for 2 hours (thats RIGHT!) and at the end of it he comes and takes away all reason to complain...
Even in his madness, u see melody...His control over music, the accuracy and precision of notes he can produce can be explained, I think, using the following example : Take a grain of rice and divide it into a 100,000 pieces. If you think u can imagine how big each piece can be, then divide it into 10,000,000 pieces. Ah better...Each piece is equivalent to one fine sliver of tonal variations Hariji can distinguish between.
He's just awesome! And I got to see him from some 10 feet away, live, crooning away to glory, "tunn" (the hindi word) in his own ecstatic world!
And I come back home to a smiling mommy waiting for me with food and some kickass football!!
Good night indeed....
Saans ke bas, ek jhonke ka, safar hai zindagi :)
Hariharan is a funny looking man now.
He has a goatee kinda short beard below his lip, with mane type of hair extending upto the middle of his back, in a weird kinda plait.
All this is true and is to be focused upon until he hath his mouthshut.com
Cos once he opens it, there is nectar...The sweet nectar of ingenious, creative beyond par music!!
I got to his concert early, made friends (conversation) with a police constable who I found out lives close to my house, ate overpriced crappy snacks, walked around looking groups/couples of ppl and wishing how i had some company for 2 hours (thats RIGHT!) and at the end of it he comes and takes away all reason to complain...
Even in his madness, u see melody...His control over music, the accuracy and precision of notes he can produce can be explained, I think, using the following example : Take a grain of rice and divide it into a 100,000 pieces. If you think u can imagine how big each piece can be, then divide it into 10,000,000 pieces. Ah better...Each piece is equivalent to one fine sliver of tonal variations Hariji can distinguish between.
He's just awesome! And I got to see him from some 10 feet away, live, crooning away to glory, "tunn" (the hindi word) in his own ecstatic world!
And I come back home to a smiling mommy waiting for me with food and some kickass football!!
Good night indeed....
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
I cry, when angels deserve to die...
It is a sin to be a good samaritan. Atleast, ur rewards aren't what you expect (Was I even expecting something?)
The scene is the square which holds the Coffee day in one corner. You will find a plethora of vehicles, on all the four roads, converging towards the center. And a rather generous display of uncouth, undisciplined driving at that.
So I come to a halt near the center, thinking I should try to help the jam. So I slowly back up one foot in my two wheeler and slightly touch the activa behind me. He says "aye aye aye aye AYE!" at first and before I can understand whats going on and utter an apology, he (with his wife and a small kid) are right next to me asking me to move to the side (I'm pretty much towards the centre of the road). Now I'd have offered some explanation as to why i was exhibiting inertia in a traffic jam, had he not have started uttering extremely vulgar swear words. I, amidst shock and anger, say "I'm not gonna go anywhere...you can go around me". (There was enough room). At this point, time T, he threatens to hit me. At time T+1 another guy props on the other side asking me to move. And as I turn to answer him, the first guy gives me one around the head.
I realize at this point that my temparature has reached the boiling point of blood. But I couldn't hit him. Civility, Nobility, the sight of a female with a kid and I don't know what else constrained me as I trembled against the strongest of impulses to throw a few back (I'm strongly ruing it now). He didn't stop cursing my mother...
So much for my social tendencies. I need some rehab...
On an aside, I observed that most ppl there were angry/impatient. Is there not one minute they can spare to allow another to pass, which COULD resolve the traffic jam? Apparently not. I made a mistake today and learnt it the hard way.
Seene mein jalan, aankhon mein toofan sa kyu hai?
Is sheher mein har shaks pareshaan sa kyu hai?
P.S : Anybody who reads this post and thinks that I'm a sissy or something like that, will be in for a rude shock...
The scene is the square which holds the Coffee day in one corner. You will find a plethora of vehicles, on all the four roads, converging towards the center. And a rather generous display of uncouth, undisciplined driving at that.
So I come to a halt near the center, thinking I should try to help the jam. So I slowly back up one foot in my two wheeler and slightly touch the activa behind me. He says "aye aye aye aye AYE!" at first and before I can understand whats going on and utter an apology, he (with his wife and a small kid) are right next to me asking me to move to the side (I'm pretty much towards the centre of the road). Now I'd have offered some explanation as to why i was exhibiting inertia in a traffic jam, had he not have started uttering extremely vulgar swear words. I, amidst shock and anger, say "I'm not gonna go anywhere...you can go around me". (There was enough room). At this point, time T, he threatens to hit me. At time T+1 another guy props on the other side asking me to move. And as I turn to answer him, the first guy gives me one around the head.
I realize at this point that my temparature has reached the boiling point of blood. But I couldn't hit him. Civility, Nobility, the sight of a female with a kid and I don't know what else constrained me as I trembled against the strongest of impulses to throw a few back (I'm strongly ruing it now). He didn't stop cursing my mother...
So much for my social tendencies. I need some rehab...
On an aside, I observed that most ppl there were angry/impatient. Is there not one minute they can spare to allow another to pass, which COULD resolve the traffic jam? Apparently not. I made a mistake today and learnt it the hard way.
Seene mein jalan, aankhon mein toofan sa kyu hai?
Is sheher mein har shaks pareshaan sa kyu hai?
P.S : Anybody who reads this post and thinks that I'm a sissy or something like that, will be in for a rude shock...
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