History repeats itself

Yes that’s right. Famous quiz master Abhilash B R said that he’ll be completing the question that he had left halfway through in a quiz competition 5 years ago in South America .When Abhilash was about to ask the tie breaker question , the transformer burst , the lights went off and 2 teams were declared as joint winners.

After hearing that Abhilash is going to complete his question in an upcoming quiz show , news channels across India have become very excited . All day long they have been airing the last 20 seconds of the South American quiz show where Abhilash takes a deep breath and his ribs and belly move about in simple harmonic motion , there’s a Latin American girl in the audience who keeps pushing her hair that has fallen on the cheek behind her ears , a boy wearing a shirt with the line “when I’m not asking questions , I’m answering them” printed on it leans forward to hear the tie breaker question. Abhilash then asks ‘Who is…’ and then there’s the blast , power failure and technical snag that follow.

Talking about the unfortunate incident that happened 5 years ago a person said ‘Jab kismat ho gaandu toh kya karega pandu’. The quizzing fraternity is ecstatic about the latest news and said that there are a plethora of things that may follow ‘Who is..’ like ‘Who is Dawood Ibrahim’s right hand man?” , ‘Who is Bappi Lahri’s jeweler?’or some common question like ‘Who is X , X owns Y a billion dollar company, X started his company in a small garage in some part of the world’ and this X usually happens to be either Steve Jobs or Bill Gates or the owner of Rolls Royce or some other random famous person. Spot fixers have been quick to cash in on the situation and are betting on topics like if the person in the question is a man or a woman and if the person happens to be an Indian or a foreigner.

However philosopher , thinker , day dreamer and Abhilash’s good friend Ananth said ‘Having known him for the past so many years I think he was trying to cool things off in the heated environment with some funny question like ‘Who’s your daddy??’ to some girl in the audience before proceeding to the final question. He is a very witty person you see’ Ananth added that ‘I suppose the origin of the phrase – who’s your daddy goes back in time to one of those parent teacher meetings in school where the teacher would have probably asked a student who his/her dad was in the sea of daddies ‘

When the reporters approached Abhilash and asked him as to why he would want to complete a question that wasn’t completed 5 years ago , Abhilash digging in to his 5^th vada pav with garlic sauce said ‘For the same reason that Vinod Kambli can rake in a match fixing issue that’s 15 years old . I have nothing else to say’ . When asked more questions the humorous quiz master said ‘I’m in a hurry ,I’ll have to rush now. Don’t you dare to nick name me Rasheed , buhahahahaha’

Bench warming

This is what I’ve been doing for the last 10 days or so. It’s like one big patience test where every day you have to sit from 9 to 6 in one place and wait for a project to come or keep hitting the refresh button on your facebook page hoping that something miraculous will happen. It’s bad to be at the bottom of the hierarchy where people are not bothered if you are there or not .It’s also bad to be at the top where there’s hell a lot of responsibility. I wish I was like the alphabet ‘O’ . It’s there right in between the list of alphabets at number 15 . It’s not there at unlucky position 13. It looks round and so full of life. As far as the other freshers around me are concerned , they either text or speak to their boyfriends/girlfriends over phone. In my opinion ‘lovers’ are pretty aimless people who spoil monuments and hillocks by drawing a heart with an arrow that cuts across it at 45 degrees and scribble their names at either end of the arrow but the urban elite prefer to differ and spend hours gazing at each other with a flickering candle placed in between them thereby promoting eco-friendliness all around.

I wonder how the clouds would be leading their lives. There would be a leader of the pack who would begin a mission starting June every year , beginning from Kerala and continuing up to Himachal. The younger clouds would be totally excited to shed out all the moisture. The older ones would be like ‘Oh , it’s just one more new season’. The younger ones would want to change the course of their journey and explore newer areas and water the drought hit areas or shed moisture over the entire Thar desert and do crazy stuff like that only to be cynically mocked by their superiors ( the kind of thing that happens when you tell your parents that you want to become a wildlife photographer or a marine biologist or a social anthropologist).These groups of rebellion clouds would join other likeminded clouds and start venturing far and wild. In case their attempts turned out futile these frustrated souls would wash out cricket matches or cause a “depression”. Whatever be it , these clouds indeed have a far more interesting life than mine.

In other major acts of douchebagry , I went to this area called Sunkadakatte (katte in Kannada means bench).True is the saying ‘when you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve’. When I used to travel back home from college by bus , Sunkadakatte would be the last stop and I would get down 3 or 4 stops before. I would wonder , how this area would look like. Sometimes , I wished that I would oversleep by mistake and get down in that stop. The previous sentence is just a digression and is absolutely rubbish. Anyway , this area is pretty chaotic , the roads are narrow. Teenagers wear glittery shirts with ‘Om Shanti Om’ written in a gaudy silver or golden colors.3 of them sit on an old bike and start wheeling in the middle of traffic. There are a lot of hawkers to occupy half the road and get in to a verbal tussle where they exchange a hell lot of swear words and create new ones on the spot. This place looks like a breeding place for the local goons. There was a Kannada Rajyotsava (Karnataka formation day) celebrations happening where they were playing Ravichandran songs. This guy has written plenty of songs praising the navel , hips and the midriff of women. His movies just fall short of being categorized as ‘soft porn’. His wife would have probably told him ‘Go screw half the horny women in the state and come back and make me proud’. Poor souls as us have no such luck. The only time I can think of when women have wanted to hump me are these online dating sites . When you are navigating through them , suddenly a pop up appears wherein a blonde women says that she lives in Bangalore , 23 years old . The next thing that she says is that her husband or boyfriend is out of town and she was looking for someone to spend the night with. You just type in the chat box ‘Oh! , sounds like a pretty brilliant idea’. Then a link appears clicking which you are directed to this website called adult friend finder you have to pay 50$ to 100$ for some stupid platinum , gold and silver memberships to get in touch with these blonde and Latin American women who apparently stay only 2-3 kms away from your place and are waiting to have a jolly good time. Absolutely rubbish these sites are!! Oh my god , get me out of this bench before I venture in to something crazy like this

GoD DamN It!!

A few days back , some of us were discussing as to whether we pray and believe in the concept of God and other such things and surprisingly most of us agreed that there’s someone above who controls the whole world and take care of all of us

So the next question was à whom do we pray to regularly? As in who did we consider as our favorite god . One guy started off by being very diplomatic and said that all the gods were the same and every holy book basically taught the same thing . Considering the fact that learned and sane guys like him do not fit in this world of idiosyncrasy, we curbed the freedom of expression of this guy

Another person said that during his childhood days his parents had told him about Lord Shiva and all his amazing powers . From that day onwards he prayed to Lord Shiva more than anyone else since even he wished to become very strong and powerful. As this boy became a little more older he got to know that Lord Ganesha was the one who was in charge of the ministry of Education .Since Shiva and Ganesha belonged to the same clan and birds of the same feather flock together this came in as a combo offer to the boy. Whenever he would dive in front of Shiva , he would also give another complementary dive to Ganesha also so that he would get the best of both worlds , brain and brawn . As this boy grew up he realized that there’s Laxmi for wealth , Saraswathi who handles higher education and Shani who brings in the glitches. So he had to take care of all these important gods and it wouldn’t be enough if he were contented with the double whammy which he had received earlier

He said that if you pray to one the other will be disappointed and you must be smart enough to please everyone. Very true , no wonder temples these days look like a multiplex for gods. Go to a single temple and in all those portioned cubicles you can find almost all the gods . Say ‘Howdy’ to all of them and come back. This is a very prudent solution by the temples to satisfy the needs of the people and rake in the moolah !

Now it was my turn . In my opinion , my favorite god is Shirdi Sai Baba . There are plenty of reasons as to why I feel so . First of all this god has a separate temple all for himself, like he doesn’t live in one of those partitioned cubicles . He is like an autonomous body , clean and pristine, far away from all the internal politics of the other gods . Both Hindus and Muslims pray to Shirdi Sai Baba. In that way he is secular. In spite of the face that there are more than a million gods to compete with he holds the record for the 2^nd highest gross collections after Tirupathi . He’s simple and clad in white , the people who come to pray don’t push or shove around and behave in a very dignified manner. The temples that are built usually have halls made of marble stone and it’s very nice inside . This god isn’t very demanding aor fussy unlike his counterparts who are have hedonistic tastes and want ghee , milk to smeared around their bodies or want people to fast all day long. The girls who come to pray are prettier than those in the other temples , the prasdam served is nice. In short Shirdi Sai Baba is like the Salman Khan of Godspace (or whatever it is called) .Whatever he does is a hit and it appeals to both the mass as well as the elite .

Whatever be your belief , we should all be good to one another , be kind, well mannered , friendly and good to others. I’ll give you an example . Once a guy was travelling in an auto with his friends .When the auto stopped at a traffic signal an eunuch came and demanded money . This guy said he had no change . Still the eunuch did not leave this guy and came close to a lip lock with him . He could have handed over Rs10 and closed it over there but didn’t do so. Later the eunuch held his crotch to which he simply sat expressionless. Finally the signal turned green and the auto moved ahead.On asking as to why he didn’t resist when the eunuch held his crotch , he said ‘Nature has been unkind with the poor soul .The eunuch feels that neither do men want her nor women. So I gave some momentary happiness and proved that at least someone is there to accept you. This is the epitome of empathy. It takes courage to be so good .I hope this tale of empathy will inspire you to do good to others and instead of putting the blame on god for every bad thing that has happened in the world , you be the change that you want to see.

Snippets of a week gone by

It rained in the morning. Not the kind of incessant rains that could rupture thepimples on your face but the slow rain that could settle down on your moustachelike dew drops .

Thenewly introduced - fully cushioned seats in the Volvo busses are damn good . Youkind of get stuck in those foamy bucket seats and don’t have to move your assesalso . It’s kind of perfect for couch potatoes like me.

Mytummy is growing bigger every day. I fear that one day it’ll burst. Not that Ihave to make an entire career and earn my bread and butter like Shakira with mybelly, some sort of exercise will do a world of good. Some guys take ineverything and still manage to look thin . It’s the kind of difference betweenLord Krishna and Lord Ganesh . Krishna has a hell lot of cookies and butter andother junk stuff and yet he gets to be a chick magnet . Lord Ganesh on the other hand has a terrible paunch and 2 wives to deal with . Dealing with 2 women can prove to be very tough andprobably that’s why Lord Ganesh resorted to boring stuff like books and academics .There was a joke that I read somewhere--- ‘Why is Devdas always frustrated?’ Ans : ‘Both Chanda and Paro ask him Dildo la re’. I’m now going to restrict myfreedom of speech and expression beforeI speak something more profane.

Forthe 1^st time , I went out with a group of drunkards and faggots (doesthat sound rude??) . Okay a small party in a friend’s place. They are reallynice people. Though I didn’t drink and smoke , I loved the smell when the puffcoming out of the cigarette mixes with the air-conditioning . The smell isreally kickass . I have a penchant for weird smells like this. I also like the smell of the air when crackers are burst . Few of these friends drank beer . Iwas expecting that they would get on a high , totally intoxicated and madness would slam dunk their niceness and they would speak like wannabe suicides andit would turn out to be very entertaining but nothing of that sort happened.

HyderabadiBiryani : This is the best thing to have happened to the world after dahi puri ,veg puff and honey cake . I sometimes wonder what the bakers were smoking when they coined the term ‘Vegg Puff’. The hyderabadi birani is spicy , fluffy and simply amazing . The problem withyour gobi Manchurian or other stuff is that when you go out with your friends ,the pieces aren’t evenly divided amongall the people eating it. I don’t like that extra piece which everyone is eyeing andyet no one takes it. And so it just becomes cold and then when someone finallydoes get it (or, and this is more likely, the waiter becomes the final arbiter)it is all cold and not that tasty. Sometimes I’m not all that diplomaticwith people I’m comfortable with and don’t hesitate to barge on the food likecrows on a dead rodent .

TheDarius Sunawala show is back on radio . It’s been 6 years since this man lasthosted a show and it was great listening to him once again . He’s one of thevery few guys out there with a decent sense of humor . Others just tend to bephony , speak in a fake anglicized tone and shoot tripe down your throat. Iwould listen to the show almost every day when I was in 11th . All the I.Tpeople stuck in the traffic jams would call him up requesting for songs. I hadthen hoped that one day I too would get stuck in the traffic and will listen tothis show . The show is great but the traffic drives you livid ,it beats theshit out of you.

Killing Devdas

Bomaby wears a cloak of suspense

Years of no change have driven

So called ‘creative minds’ nuts

Hair trimmed , shaved cheeks

Fierce eyes

That say ‘I can stab you in the stomach anytime’

Devdas descends in to unknown territory

Leaving behind teardrops

wriggling about with rampant restlessness

Leaving behind neon bulbs

that shone shamelessly, all day long

Leaving behind the laidback labyrinth of histrionics

And also the little prostitute

who has thrown away her shimmery clothes

who now speaks flawless French and Tamil

and wears clearance sale jeans

Devdas thinks

Humor will kill the emotions

It’ll downplay the sentimentality

Humor was for an audience

Who lived in a world of make believe

Not for the cult loving elite

He drinks Mumbai from the cup called Bombay

Walks along the zig zag routes

Past chimneys those throw lightning

Urban Madness

Nihilistic forecasts

Prose without plots

And at the end of it all

Devdas dies

Insanity survives

Cinema shivers in between

COMMUNISTS OR DEMOCRATS

Stalin’s Russia I know not
Moscow today, billionaire’s haven
the hammer and sickle
have been thrown aside
Burnt cigar butts, opium fields
Families torn apart
Getting mugged in broad daylight
The rickety bus, the noisy alley
Cardboard box like houses
Working day and night for a few hundred pesos
The woman next door
Moaning in pleasure for hers
Waiting in long queues at the ration store
Few eggs , some rice
A bar of soap , some knick knacks
Expect them to last even 10 days?
Come let’s go back to the land
I always longed to go

The powerful , the merciless
The stone hearted
The economy that came tumbling down
Detroit that’s become a deserted town
Locked houses , so many cars – no takers
A hierarchical pyramid they created
Standing on its periphery
To the world outside
Presented a rosy picture
But buried in it , their own people
Motels overflowing with people
Tents that have emerged on the road
From skyscrapers, pink slips thrown
Even after this they suspect me
Because my name is Rashid
My country may be an old theater
Still I see people dancing in the aisle
Theirs like a swanky multiplex
Where people walk in and out like robots

Let's sub it out

The 1^st two days of stepping in to the workplace were pretty boring. Some random guys just walked in and were talking about us evolving from ‘Hello World’ programmers to writing codes to launch rockets and stuff like that. The tech park looks damn depressing . The architect probably got bored after designing one building and he just cut copy pasted the same blue print for the rest of them . Tall 10 floored , tainted glass, peach colored structures stand in front of you all set to make your life gloomy with their dullness . Then let’s talk about food .The thali consists of various things just dumped together , tastes bland and the curd is limited , so that makes it worse.

Then suddenly ‘knock knock who’s there?’

‘Subway’

‘Subway who?’

‘Come in and I’m all set to surprise you’

I’ve spent most of my life ordering standard stuff like honey cake and veg puff in a bakery or Roti , paneer butter masala and fried rice in a restaurant ,.There’s beauty in monotony , take for instance Kalki Koechlin, who plays the role of a confused NRI girl with insane parents in both the movies she has acted (Dev D and Shaitaan) , leads this rather complicated life and ends up in disastrous situations , don’t we all love her for that?? Entering Subway makes you feel like you have entered unknown territory. I’ve avoided this place for so long because of the ads that say that place serves food with having less than 5 gms of fat. If your food has to be tasty , then it’s got to be fatty , oily and drippy.

Once you are here , you are spoilt with choices . You have little time to make this transition from a novice to a pro. The journey is pretty simple .You have to choose from a variety of breads , salads and sauces . All you’ve got to do is to ask your tongue as to what it feels like tasting at that point in time . There’s an online tutorial to help you out so that you don’t find yourself out of place over there. Believe me , this stuff is damn good . It’s filling , tasty ,feels heavenly and pretty healthy too. It’s the perfect kind of thing that you would want to have on a lazy , laid back evening . So , let’s sub it out!!

The Painter

He was a recluse on the run ,
a hippy on the highway
or just a painter who travelled incognito .
He was the McKinsey man in SEZ Gurgaon ,
watching the bar graphs reach out high
He would take notice of the numbers embedded in between ,
solve complex arithmetic .
Math gave life to these otherwise boring straight lines .
He was the Ranbaxy representative watching the pills fall from the closet ,
like he could have painkillers for lunch
Or the automobile spare part dealer in Faridabad
Painting out shades of grey and steel
Giving his work a raw and rustic feel
Sometimes the ruffian in Bengal,
Who had just woken up from the bloody street fights
Or just drowning himself in the cultural milieu
Watching the air take a snap of autumn on it
He would become breathless on Friday
Suffer from an invisible illness on Saturday
Run a marathon on Sunday
Run till a barbed wire fence separated civilization and madness
And then wait for the climax
And like every other story , his too would have a long climax
a long winding and an unending one
He would just sit there
Waiting for colors to fall from nowhere
And fill the void
Just like it would happen to those beautiful actresses
In those soft drink ads

Confessions of a so called engineer

It was nearly 4 years back when I had finished my 2^nd PUC and I didn’t know what to do next . I’ve remained pretty aimless in life .Science was never a topic of great intrigue for me . A maternal aunt told me that Telecommunication would be a great choice because of the mobile telephony revolution , internet and some other things like 3G , 4 G which makes the news for all the wrong reasons. Since I was getting it in a pretty decent college, I decided to take this up.

Until 2 years back , I always thought that the power lines that carry electricity also carry these telephone signals . I would always wonder as to why the telephone doesn’t go dead when there’s a power cut . I once asked my cousin and she ‘Go ask the BESCOM guys’ . She was as lame as me . For people who are reading this and have no idea about telecommunication , the branch is the same as electronics and communication

I’ll give you my understanding of electronics and it may/may not be right the second case being more likely. Electronics is a pretty hopeless subject to study . It all stars of with 3 things called resistors , capacitors and transistors . Your teachers deceive you be telling that these 3 things are enough to bring about a change in the word. In transistors , there’s a base , emitter and a collector and you can find out voltages between them. Different permutations and combinations of two or more transistors help you get more current / voltage and stuff like that . Resistors and capacitors are these extras in an item song. They are just there , spread out wild and far , just to make their presence felt .I’ve never found them doing any useful stuff. Take these 3 different things and arrange them in some particular order and you get creepy creatures like flip flops and op amps . Finally arrange all of them on a board and that gives you a circuit .This is basically explains the electronics part. The bad part is you never experience current or voltage physically and what I’ve explained is just the tip o the iceberg , there are a hell lot of lousy creatures like transformers , semiconductors , the lesser said about them the better. All these tiny parts make up the circuit and you can imagine how messy a circuit may look

Now comes the communication part. After you build 2 circuits , you name one as the sender and the other as the receiver . The sender sends out some data using a transmitter . Air particles just pick up the data . These air particles akin to each other keep passing the data and it’s finally caught at the receiver . In places where there’s no air , I suppose there won’t be any communication .We can’t have windmills everywhere so some intelligent people thought let’s use optic fibers and lay them under the ground. The communication part involves complex words like synthesizing , quantization , modulation and other stuff like that. The words itself are so complex, the process is even more. The problem with optic fibers is that the rodents living below the ground eat it up and then the data is lost. So after 3 years of studying this subject , you realize that there are a hell lot of problems involved in transmitting data .That is when you are asked to do a project

This project is a very phony process. Some students run to the research institutes in the city . This research is a pretty lousy process . Some guy proves a thing , other guy disproves it and the cycle continues .Finally there’s a one eyed man in the world of the blind who wins the Nobel prize. Believe me all this research never works practically . For example India’s premier organization ISRO , couldn’t track the missing helicopter of a chief minister of Arunachal Pradesh even after 5 days.

Apart from all this , before you get to understand and have a ‘feel’ for the subject the college gives you tests , assignments , quizzes . You feel like standing in front of a mirror and shouting ‘Can I go mad, just stark raving mad?’ You know , you can’t afford to do it because our parents are going to beat the shit out of you. You become like Ashish Nehra who made the famous statement ‘Body mein injury nahi , Injury mein body hai’ . There are a few good souls out there like ‘Ganesh Rao’ and ‘Giridhar’ . These guys write some amazing stuff and you can scrape through your exams. There are other foreign guys who are lead pretty frustrated lives and haven’t done any credible research .So they end up being authors. These guys must be sued for cruelty to mankind

So basically the point is, don’t join electronics or telecommunication if you don’t find it interesting or if you have an exceptionally low IQ. I fit in to both these categories . How do you find out if you have a low IQ . Try doing aerobics , if you can move your hand and feet together , you are perfectly alright.I move my hand , I forget about my feet or the vice versa .There’s some sort of coordination problem . If you cannot trace back the route by which you entered a particular road , that also means you are pretty dumb. If you feel that math with symbols like mu and epsilon is just complex calligraphy then engineering isn’t the right thing to do. Go out , become a chef , feed a few hungry souls , become a script writer and entertain the world , plant more trees or do some NGO work . Don’t do what others do , do what you feel like . The arguments may be that you won’t get a great job with a good salary and stuff but let’s debate it out another day.

Confused about the victory

Virat Kohli said ‘We dedicate the world cup to Sachin Tendulkar. He’s the god of Indian cricket. With a stature that he enjoys in the cricket crazy nation, humility is almost impossible. But that’s what makes this man so special, Impossible ain’t a word for him! He’s been playing for more than two decades now, and has been a true cavalier throughout. Controversies are a rare artifact in his unbelievably long career.’

Virender Sehwag added ‘We dedicate the world cup to Sachin Tendulkar. He’s the god of Indian cricket. With a stature that he enjoys in the cricket crazy nation, humility is almost impossible. But that’s what makes this man so special, Impossible ain’t a word for him! He’s been playing for more than two decades now, and has been a true cavalier throughout. Controversies are a rare artifact in his unbelievably long career.’

‘Well , as of now , we really don’t know if the real trophy has been handed over to us or the fake one .I suppose the real one is still with the customs. So , I wouldn’t want to comment about whom to dedicate the world cup to ‘ chipped in Gautham Gambhir , trying to break the monotony in the “ dedicate world cup to Sachin “ speeches

When a reporter asked M S Dhoni , why everybody was talking about Sachin Tendulkar and not about the millions of Indian fans throughout the world who’ve been relentlessly supporting the team , Dhoni said ‘The cricket fans are fickle minded . When you are winning they cheer you or else they jeer you . Now that the world cup is in our hands , they are creating a huge hullabaloo or else they only boo , boo and boo. Wow , I just made so many rhyming sentences on the spot’, signed off Dhoni with a mischievous smile on his face’

When Sachin Tendulkar was asked that the rest of the members wanted to win the cup for him , whom did he want to dedicate the cup to , Sachin cheekily replied ‘I dedicate this world cup to Gulzarilal Nanda’. Sources say that this was a killer move by Sachin Tendulkar to divert the attention of the youth of India off Poonam Pandey and motivate them to google out information about this rather low-key Prime minister . Sources say that the trick had worked as Youtube searches were flooded with requests of Gulzarilal Nanda’s speech at the International Labor Conference at Geneva , Switzerland in 1947.

Munaf Patel sitting quietly in a corner when asked if Poonam Pandey’s offer motivated India to play harder , he said ‘ Well , instead of she going nude , she should first come and undress me .I smell so bad . Someone , motivate me to go and have a bath please!!! ‘ pleaded the medium pacer. A reporter said ‘if you dont, maggots will start inhabiting your body. Seriously. They might have already.’ Munaf seemed undeterred . Another added ‘ I Heard this amazing story on the BBC about a bloke who got fed up with showering and decided to give it up. In a while moss grew on his feet, and he ended up rooted in a flower pot in his mother´s living room. Feeing inspired? ‘ . Munaf flaunting the 2^nd expression of boredom on his face said ‘Still doesn’t help’. Sources say that he has only 2 expressions the first being ‘boring’ and the second ‘extremely boring’

On the valley called phony

This is co written by me and my friend Nivedita who happen to share the same opinion about the sudden cultural shift or whatever you’d like to call it. We were chatting about this and then thought – why not blog it out . Here it goes

At the Mall,
“Oh I love CHOCOS! I have it everyday” extralipstick screeched looking at the yellow and brown box of chocos staring at pinkmakeup.
Pinkmakeup replied “Oooo… I have OATS! It is nice for face too.”
Big Muscles said “Hi Girls, need some help?”
“Get the trolley no, please” screamed extralipstick making her face like Snoopy, her doggie, which won the best-bred title.
“You did like snoopy. Do it again” pinkmakeup screamed. And took her cell phone and clicked a pic. “Ah! Mine too”
Big muscle took the camera and they stood near a “Facebook friendly spot” and click click.
“Thank you!” they echoed.
Just then, tightjeans, Loudmouth, straightbutsometimescurly hair entered.
Tightjeans said “Hey, there is a sale at the awesomeshop”
“WOW” they all jumped with joy and Big Muscles clicked another snap.
After the shopping, with all the bags, they relaxed at “Trumpy Tea Day.”
Only a 100-rupee Trumpy chiller could relax them. After few more “clicks clicks”, they left to moviemax where they all stood in the line.
“click click” bigMuscle clicked again as they posed, while taking tickets.
Loudmouth said “Hey bigmuscles, why don’t you stand too”and "Click..click"
Striaghtbutsometimescurly shrieked “Hey …upload upload” and tag us all.
After a long day, before they kissed a goodbye to each other, they clicked few more pictures. First, single and then, groups of 2, 3, 4…and random permutations.

What is it that the malls have that make normal people behave like they have just landed from some foreign land and wear unnecessary makeup, put on a fake accent, eat uncomfortable stuff, and still pretend they are the happiest people in the world.
Why is it that when you enter a mall you see so many ppl in 3/4ths like if u were to walk on a road , you would see them in their pajamas eating , bargaining , chatting, and happy. Here it's too fake, too phony, too materialistic, so much show-off. People just want to show off that they belong to some aristocratic class. Chivalry comes to them naturally. They behave like those film critics on tv who mention about some un-understandable Oscar movie references.

I still remember some 12-13 years ago, going to shoppers stop or kids kemp was considered a big deal and it would happen once in 4 -5 months. We would wait to go to kids kemp or shoppers stop and eat in some exotic hotel nearby like that was some sort of an achievement, like that sudden happiness. So much excitement! I still remember after so much of pestering , in class 9, I got a pair of adidas shoes. I hadn't thrown the box in which the shoes were kept. I had it nearly for 2 years. It was a great thing to see that authentic adidas symbol on the shoe box. Yaay , even i own an original pair. Otherwise we would go to National Market bargain to such a great extent search shop after shop try to use our detective minds and see who is the authentic guy and who's fake, who has got the so called 'Proper Smuggled Goods', bargain like crazy and buy those pair of shoes and show off in front of our friends.

Now everyone wears nike and having a titan watch is too down market and no kid feels proud to wear such things. It's become routine now
The kids kemp clearance sale would be the real clearance sale, it would happen once in a year.
We would wait for it and buy some macho shirts , like those shirts with some guy having great muscles and some gun in one hand we would also feel super macho.Now everyone has a play station , a computer, great apparels. There's no excitement at all and they get it so easily. Not that we paid for anything we bough but we had to pester our parents so much wait for the right moment check out who bought what from where , where is it cheaply available ,check out the real 'FACTORY OUTLET'

Also, slog to get great marks for what we wanted. Life has changed. It is good for all those who love sporting their id card and for whom, the job is a mean of living but for the rest, it is a circus called "monotony". You talk, behave like the "monotonous" ring master called "herd mentality" would ask you to do.We shouldn't forget what we were just a few years back.
Get off the cloak: , Join activity clubs, make new friends with like minded. Bring more meaning to the gift called “LIFE”.

The original MOCHI

I write !

Well , I was reading an article in Bangalore Mirror the other day where some person said that everyone should write at least 500 words in a week to keep himself/herself active and vent out his/her frustration/joy ,express feelings and stuff like that.

I’m writing this article because of the Colum in the newspaper and secondly because I’m terribly bored. I like reading Bangalore Mirror because it’s easy to read , light and fluffy , basically they give yummy crap and it’s addictive. As far as Bangalore is concerned , it’s growing beyond my imagination. Every time I travel , I discover new areas. Initially I used to think that Sunkadkatte is the only place I’ve never visited in Bangalore and after my recent bus journey towards indiranagar , I’ve discovered a plethora of areas. There’s Malleshpalya , Murgeshpalya , Michealpalya and the list never seems to end. Greater Bangalore is all set to spring up surprises , go the BBMP office and tell your maid servant’s name , they add a ‘Palya’ suffix and another area is born. The names of the new areas are really tacky and lack creativity . Another thing that’s as tacky as the names of new areas is the pulse polio campaign. The new pulse polio campaign is a remixed version of the title track of Kannada movie ‘Jackie’ where they sing ‘Polio Polio Polio’ instead of ‘Jackie Jackie’ and have suitably changed the lyrics . They hope to attract a lot of people in the pulse polio drive. Sorry to say this , but by any stretch of imagination the song hasn’t been able to provide that adrenaline rush in my body and even if I were eligible for that I wouldn’t go. Check out the latest ad of Dhan laxmi bank , it’s an amazing ad and the jingle is just perfect. Even if I went to that pulse polio drive I would want to be the first in the line of all those cry babies and want a celebrity to put those drops in to my mouth and it would make the headlines in the newspaper the next day. I don’t want to lead a simple , mediocre life. I want to do something that I like not what others do . I’ve thought of 3 things a) A script/screenplay writer b) Political editor c) Restaurateur . The last option is the one I like most . Like a pizza hut that specializes in pizzas or a Rolls corner that makes only Rolls , I’d like to start a restaurant in some hill station that serves everything with curd in it . Dahi Samosa , Dahi Cutlet , Aloo Paratha with dahi etc. The less adventurous and the not so experimental types can always order stuff plain and bland.

Moving ahead, I was browsing through some random website that conducted competitions during the valentine’s day time . The competition went on for nearly a week and people were asked to write love letters , letters of friendship and some breakup latter . The breakup letter was the most interesting thing because it expected you to write it in a loving , tactful and a smart manner without hurting the other person’s feeling. People wrote about their first meeting, first eye contact and a hell lot of horse manure and made it super senti citing reasons as family pressure and long distances that would make it hard to continue the relationship. Though I didn't take part as it wasn't something that I found interesting , I now take it up as a challenge to write that letter . Here it goes

Dear loved one
This letter marks the end of an era of an era of mutual admiration . An era where we gifted each other pieces of metal glued together or some chemical junk that fabricated beauty , had meaningless conversations over the phone and exchanged a hell lot of useless text messages providing a gala time for mobile phone operators , the florists , the novelty store guy. There’s absolutely no reason to worry because many more young couples will continue to make the same mistake as we’ve done, commerce will continue to flourish and the economy will continue to grow by leaps and bounds. Your electronic voice , manicured nails and the dimple on your left cheek had left me in a trance but as a responsible citizen of the nation , it’s time for the two of us to look beyond our personal interests and take keen interests in the scams that have rocked the nation in the recent past. Finally, I’ve managed to come out of my slumber , my sense organs have begun to work and I can feel the chill of the morning air , it brings with it a sense of hope . I also like the mornings because coffee is my favorite drink. I know it may be a little hard to cope with the breakup in the beginning but there are a hell lot of activities that we can indulge ourselves in – like checking if the numbers on the car number plate are divisible by 3 or not , or watching the water fill the compartments of the ice trays and many other intellectual activities. Also reality TV and the new comedy shows on cable television will help us remain glued to our sofas . The paparazzi isn’t going to come behind us because we were just 2 silly people . Okay then , take care
Bye forever

Uff , it’s take me nearly an hour and 15 minutes at a stretch and I’ve written 900 + words!!