My cakewalks....

People close to me have said that when it comes to me getting a wife it would be like a cake walk.. well the time has come now..and believe me ..i have been walking on quite a few cakes for the last 6 months and till now havent struck the cherry...

Now it would be a moment of pride and shame when i say that i have left the decision to find me a wife to my parents... this came as a surprise to all my relatives, to my friends, to my other social circle.. and last but not the least ..to my parents ....(as to them, it wasnt quite a surprise, but was kind of a 110 kv shock)...

And now that the search is happening for the last few months and me being rejected left right and center without mercy by a few good looking prospects.. i am in search of those who had raised my expectations telling about cakes and the walks on it..

This is the time when i have started being philosophical and leave things to the fate and cling on tightly to the hopes ..reading inspirational quotes and texts .. the next phase i am expecting to move into is the state of a depressed romancer ..followed by a loner...and then the psychotic woman hater.. :P

Having said that.. the little devil in me at times feel relieved in hearing the sad stories of my troubled married friends and how they wished to get their bachelor life back.. honestly deep in my mind i wish i remain a bachelor.. i wish i get married.. i wish i remain a bachelor.. i wish.. i wish...... i have no clue...:(

Back!!

Everyones life goes through its highs and low..well for the last 8 months, even mine was not an exception... it had its own highs and its own lows.. but the only difference was the highs lasted for roughly 1 week altogether and the lows the remaining 7 months and 3 weeks..

Now what was the reason?.. Top level interrogation revealed work as the culprit.... but a detailed analysis showed my long lasting companinon laziness as the prime reason. Summer time, holiday seasons, jobless friends etc contributed their own noble share to it.
Now i guess i am back to my normal routine.... come to office on time (or an hour late), read 4-5 online newspapers, do a wiki search on the terms i did not understand, read personal mails, reply to them and then go for lunch.. After lunch break read official mails, orkut, facebook, do some 1 hour of work..by that time i will be tired.. now i will pack my bags..and rush to my bike...

life is bliss...

My rainy day realizations..

Yesterday was a great day... it rained cats, dogs,giraffes,apes and every other thing under the sun.... big time.. started from office at the usal 6.45 ..then the following events unfolded..

Had to close all the windows in the cab as it started raining big time and i was sweating my every liquid out- Realization - Rains are best, when its outside the house, and whn you are inside it

Cab driver nearly ran into a pit- Realization - parents prayers are always strong

The one hour drive took 2hrs yesterday - Realization - leave office early when cloudy

The traffic stopped 2kms from my house - Realization - traffic follows the same policy everywhere in the world, when it rains - it just stops

The water on the roads was knee deep- Realization -Its not the same feeling when the body gets wet by rain and when the shoes get wet.. especially leather shoes-

Walked 2Kms to home-Realization-2Kms look 20 Kms in pouring rain,no umbrella,knee deep water and when drainage joins the rain water

Reached home,found the hall and kitchen sunk in water from balcony - Realization-Heavy rain doesnt distinguish between roads or kitchen, neither does traffic

2hrs of massive cleaning exercise with roomate- Realization- When in need...... every man cleans

Dinner time, saw 7 chappatis and half boiled dal and a note by the maid "Gas cylinder over, cooked only this much"and we are 4 guys in the house-Realization - The depth and length of hunger is always indirectly proportional to the quantity and quality of the food

Drinking water was not deliverd due to rain - Realizaton - 2 chappatis, half boiled dal and half glass of water at times can be the best dinner the world has ever provided

Roomate lost his phone-iPhone on the road,on his way to the house -Realization- That bugger will never learn.

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Why are the people who talk the most often the least respected? Why does a person's individuality measured by his/her talks rather than the actions? Why is a serious/reserved person earns more respect than the talkative one. For some these questions just don't make abt sense but for others it does make a lot of sense. Talkative character sketch is something which has been looked down right from the kindergarten classes of a kid.. A kid who is talkative is always in his teacher's bad books no matter if he is good at studies or extra ciriculars.. By the time the kid grows up in silence and start facing the world.. he sees that silence is indeed golden..but thn speech is equally gold.. i have decided next time i see a person who talks more..i will listen ..listen and then see his works.. and thn i will chose whether he deserves my respect or not.. for i am not ready to let him go off, just bcoz he talks a lot....

A cold search..

Being a very good guy, I almost fall into any sort of traps set up by girls. It has developed into a habit for the past few years…say 26yrsL..Whether it may be calling me up late night from the railway station asking for a pick up because she isn’t sure that she saw a Godzilla boarding the train or by saying that she doesn’t carry her cash on the days when she sees her neighbor’s dog lying in southwest direction., I am always there..
Through a deep rooted self diagnosis and a rare tantric self study, I was able to identify that this happens not just because of ignorance and innocence, which also has its due share in the events, but mainly because of one thing.. Desperation…aaaaahhh!!!! Not just the plane one, but the ready to erupt, high voltage, highly disruptive desperation.

Now I am here in the US, the land of opportunies, sky scrappers, most modern machines, ultra modern life style etc etc.. Yeah yeah I know, I am coming to that point…the 34-28-32 curves.. For an Indian who is not born in a metro, that will be considered as the 8th wonder of the world.. “Man such things exists eh!!!” This is the typical dialogues my friends back home crack when we watch a Hollywood movie.. Though they say that I am the one who the crack that dialogue the most.. I deny!!

But alas!! Here I am in the coldest month of the year.. minus 8 , minus 5… the only time minus part was removed by the weather authorities was when it stuck Zero. ((For my next sentence parental guidance is advised, if read by children below 18 or the “yuk that was gross” kind of girls and guys ) Here if i pee in the open air, before touching the ground, it gets frozen and at times I need to break it off part by part… and by the time i finish it, i will be turned into a snow man...well if not literally something like this would happen… and I expected to find the curves and the figures.. bull shit..!!. The only organ I can see of any human here is their eyes.. rest everything covered, even their toe. L by the time I make out that the person who was beside me is a guy or a girl, he/she would have passed by, forget checking out their figure. For the first 2 weeks I did check out …some 5-6 guys from behind, thinking they are babes…with long hair and a fully covered thermals… damn it..!!

The search of an innocent desperate soul continues in a -8 degree Celsius miles and miles away.

On that day...

Day of event -2nd October 2008

Importance of the day(for lesser updated souls) - Gandhi Jayanti

who is Gandhi ( again for the least updated souls) -Gandhi is the father of our Nation

What did he stand for (for the souls who are as good as dead) - Independence, Ahimsa,No corruption etc etc

Apart from wiping of crow shit and dusting of Gandhi statue by the "high interest volunteers" on that day, couple of more things are this day's speciality. One, people think about him(this is a once in a year activity) and second its a national holiday.

Scene 1
So on this Oct2, i woke up at 8 and after (or rather during) my compulsive morning chores i closed my eyes in deep meditation and made a decision, today i will be a proper Gandhian. I will think and act as that great soul did.

Scene 2
9.30 AM - Time to meet some friends..After dressing up i stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself and wondered. Can someone who is wearing a Puma Tshirt, Benneton Jeans and Reebok shoes exactly be a Gandhian. Well its all in the mind Putr..its all in the Mind.


Scene 3
I took my roomie's bike and half way through the journey, a great Indian cop waved his never ending arm . "STOP ..STOP Sir" came the first sentence ...the usual oneliners followed. "License , RC Book , Insurance ".With a Gandhian smile i showed him the papers. Then came the next question. Pollution control certificate..? Damn Damn! not again.I dint have it . And my facial expression made a faint smile on his face. I know what he was thinking that time " i gotch u kid, i got a prey" but my mind was saying "no man, not agian, this isnt the old kid"

Scene 4
He took my papers and walked towards the usual traffic police aid post. Having taken that journey many a time, this time i decided, i will not give him his usual quota."SO, now what" his next question. Gandhigiri putr Gandhigiri putr my mind whispered. I made it clear that i am not going to pay him. That faint smile again came to his face. He told in that case he will have to fine me and i need to pay Rs 300 at the local police station, and i raised my voice and with pride uttered the magical words "YES I WILL PAY THE FINE"

Scene5

He took out the receipt book and wrote the date , instantly and very naturally my hand reached the right pocket of my jeans. Took out my wallet and handed him a 100 rupee note. After getting his quota now there were no fine, no receipts, he let me ride free . I reached my friends, went to KFC, had a bite with a Coke, went for an English movie. Came back home and crashed...

The End

The Unexpected

The Romeo of my college happened to be the best friend of the villain..Me…
Clouds, thunder, rain…everything came together. As this story is all about unexpected things…the rain also was unexpected.. Unexpectedly a weird thought of seeing my college girls getting wet and drenched unexpectedly in this unexpected rain came to my mind.. I have learnt in my lower primary classes decades ago, that water makes things wet.Yes it does dodo...my mind confirmed it... A 70mm smile came to my face... The adrenaline rushed.Rushed and rushed, not willing to settle down.

The only angel on my right shoulder , poked me and rung a bell “ ..Sinning..SINnnnn…It’s a SINnnnn…. “
But the devil on my left shoulder, whacked me and said.. “Rain… Wet..Babes….white chudidaar…yellow chudidaar….heavy rain….water …once in a life time opportunity… no tickets..Divyaa..Sandhayaa…Maria….Tracy…..”The devil on my head also said the same, so did the one on my ear, my eyes, my leg, my stomach, my chest , even the little asshole devil also made a tweaking noise..”Don’t miss it dear”....

I always respected the law of majority.. I shared my juicy thoughts with my fellow devils..my 8 friends standing right beside me.. all i could hear after that was a thunder right beside me.. in the nick of time the whole place was empty..all I could see was bags lying on the ground ..abandoned by their respective owners. Some even left their hall tickets behind. My friends have already reached the amphitheatre. I ran..Expectedly.. expecting big things..Expecting small things. Expecting medium things…..

Upon reaching the spot.. I swallowed a big gulp of air..an unexpected irony had crept in..a guy who ran with all his might to see the cuts and curves of his college chicks ends up in front of 8 macho men all wet, disappointed, with baring teeth, ready to deliver that deadly punch right on the bridge of my nose. There were no girls. Not even one. Being a part of that gang, my friends left me alone with a 5 to 10minutes nonstop abuse in the pouring rain. Heartbroken, I took refuge in the shade of the nearby tree and when the tiny mosquitoes started freaking out on me I thought I will go to my best friend’s house right beside my college and change. Knowing where he keeps his key, I reached for it and opened the door.. DAMN!!.. irony- part 2…unexpected things again-part infinity..

All I could see was my best buddy about to kiss his beautiful girly and there at that precise moment I opened the room.. Next thing I saw was a big bouquet of flower flying towards me, the flower vase followed.. Bang!! It hit its target.. and i lay on the ground..!!