The moment she saw the road ahead she knew she did it again... everytime it happens.. but this time it was 12 in the night..
she looks at the fuel gauge in the dashboard.. its merrily pointing to red line... red is danger.. she always knew.. various stories entangles her but she pleads them to let go of her..
this is not the time to think.. its time to act.. she turns around to seek for help.. all she could see is the cabs being reckless.. she knew it was happening all over again.. but she begged.. not this time please..
pleasant songs made no soothing effect on her.. she always longed for long empty roads but now it scared her.. life's biggest irony isnt it? you crave for something all your life but when it comes to you.. you dont seem to enjoy it...
she dint know where she was heading.. just hoped to see a way back home.. every road mystified her.. she tries to conjure them.. a sign is all she wanted... her eyes hunts for a familiar road.. a familiar place...
before her hopes crashed, she hits a sign board saying M.G Road.. her eyes beams with glee.. she knew it.. yes! she knew the place.. she was jumping with gaiety though she was 20km away from her place..
now her only plea was fuel.. she dint dare to get out of the car to fill petrol.. she just hoped it wouldnt give up on her..
finally she made it! the moment was so relaxing.. she stops for a second and wonders.. why does it happens to me? everytime?
Thursday, October 29, 2009
Thursday, October 22, 2009
Damn lucky fellow
Yeah he is the one.. I treat him with so much care and still he knocks me down when its important! I give him dirty looks which he wards off with a smile.. all my cursing makes no impact on his determination.. his eagerness for the next turn is enough to shatter my confidence..sometimes i crib, sometimes i shout, sometimes i beg.. nothing changes his mind.. no matter what, a leopard cannot change his spots! here i am.. helpless.. whining.. suffering.. yet, never can dump him for his heinous acts..
Wait!! dont jump to the conclusion that im irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him. The fact is quite different.. im left with not much of other options.. I still treat him kindly(except for some frustrated acts) hoping some day he will understand me.. lucky basterd huh?
yes he is.. my so called "office buddy".. It just takes him a few moments to raze down the efforts I put in hours together! He eagerly waits for me to start eclipse which effortlessly takes around 5 mins, start the server which again eats up another 10 mins.. progressing further, I mark the debug points... all set to go.. I deploy my application on server which takes its own sweet time to publish and pause at the debug point.. he smiles inwardly.. and i, never realizing it.. get into the dirty work of posting sysouts every now and then, analyzing each variable.. After a while, i get the gut feeling "this is it.. here is the error".... thats it! before i could figure out the slip, cursor hesitates to move.. I beg literally.. but uh uh.. he is adamantly arrogant and unfazed..with a smirky smile(one of its kinds) throws up the bluescreen error... all my efforts goes for a toss and i have to start all over again..
I feel like thrashing him to pieces.. throwing him out.. burn to ashes.. but can only hit him hard(not very hard though) to release my temper..
As the wheel of justice starts to turn, i hope someday he will undergo a fair trail for all these and i get the justice.....................
P.S : For all those who are still wondering who is that lucky fellow.. he is my laptop :P
Wait!! dont jump to the conclusion that im irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him. The fact is quite different.. im left with not much of other options.. I still treat him kindly(except for some frustrated acts) hoping some day he will understand me.. lucky basterd huh?
yes he is.. my so called "office buddy".. It just takes him a few moments to raze down the efforts I put in hours together! He eagerly waits for me to start eclipse which effortlessly takes around 5 mins, start the server which again eats up another 10 mins.. progressing further, I mark the debug points... all set to go.. I deploy my application on server which takes its own sweet time to publish and pause at the debug point.. he smiles inwardly.. and i, never realizing it.. get into the dirty work of posting sysouts every now and then, analyzing each variable.. After a while, i get the gut feeling "this is it.. here is the error".... thats it! before i could figure out the slip, cursor hesitates to move.. I beg literally.. but uh uh.. he is adamantly arrogant and unfazed..with a smirky smile(one of its kinds) throws up the bluescreen error... all my efforts goes for a toss and i have to start all over again..
I feel like thrashing him to pieces.. throwing him out.. burn to ashes.. but can only hit him hard(not very hard though) to release my temper..
As the wheel of justice starts to turn, i hope someday he will undergo a fair trail for all these and i get the justice.....................
P.S : For all those who are still wondering who is that lucky fellow.. he is my laptop :P
Thursday, October 15, 2009
Friendship and expectations
Dead bored.. I am literally killing time.. In these moments its quite natural for me to come with various thoughtful quotes..
This is one among them...
"They say 'No friendship without expection..' however they even say 'expectations hurts..' so basically do they mean friendship hurts??"
Detailed Explanation? well here it goes...
Friendship stands on expectation? agreed? ---- Equation 1
expectation results in hurtings.. I agree this.. ---- Equation 2
After staring at the two equations for two mins.. came to the conclusion that friendship hurts.!!
Hence theorem proved!
This is one among them...
"They say 'No friendship without expection..' however they even say 'expectations hurts..' so basically do they mean friendship hurts??"
Detailed Explanation? well here it goes...
Friendship stands on expectation? agreed? ---- Equation 1
expectation results in hurtings.. I agree this.. ---- Equation 2
After staring at the two equations for two mins.. came to the conclusion that friendship hurts.!!
Hence theorem proved!
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Crashed and Burnt
This one here is one of my friend's experience.. Read on.. Its hilarious.. well, he never believe my words.. but it is!!
People often decide upon weird things when they are super bored. All of a sudden they tend to turn into an "up-and-comer" sitting on the potty, while they are waiting for that one big spurt which is gonna make them go ecstatic. It goes without saying that this sudden urge to revamp their icky monotony lasts only till the faucet cleans up their arse, and in no time they are again lumbering back into misery. Well, am no exception and have had this feeling innumerable times off late. And i decided to wake up the prodigal writer inside of me from his slumber. This time around i convinced him to write a blurb on something which according to me, is the best thing by far that has ever happened to me.
I guess i was 13 (13 is not supposed to be so auspicious, but still..) when i had my first tryst with her. As always had a rough start, but it was surely the beginning of a strange and a blissful liaison. Bajaj Caliber, the old one which came way before the more recent "HodiBabaaas", she was brand new just out of her comfy place in the showroom.
It was really a bold move by my cousin who owned her to throw the keys at me to try my hands on her even though he knew i had this reputation of being reckless on wheels. That was the first time i was riding a mo-bike all alone without somebody on the pillion constantly patting me over my shoulder to indicate that i was way over the speed limit a 13 year old could handle. As soon as i got the keys i dint even pause to think whether i could ride it all alone. I just hopped on to the seat and fired her up. She was subtle, my cousin smiled at me and said "smooth no??", i just nodded without giving heed to what he said as i was busy figuring out the gear shift pattern.
I stopped being "Einstein" when i saw a sticker on her tank which clearly indicated the gears shifts with a picture. For someone who rode bicycles most of the time and a kinetic occasionally in his dads absence, it is a big problem to accept that the lever attached to the left of the handle is called the "clutch" and not the "brake". Yet i dint want to let go of this opportunity by chickening out. Initially it all seemed perfect, pull the clutch and just tap your left foot on another lever which goes "click..". The first gear was annoyingly easy and i cursed people who just made a fuss of it always saying its the most toughest part. I smiled at my cousin with a tinge of pride and rolled my wrists over the accelerator. And that.. was love at first ROAR. I could feel some kinda rush within and revved the accelerator more and more as the engined growled ardently and deafened me to my cousin's words. I looked around me to ensure i caught the attention of every single mortal around me especially that nurse from the nursing home opposite to my house who used to pinch my cheeks saying i looked like a cute little baby. I wanted to shun away the image my naive face portrayed by taming that squealing two-wheeler. I started to get these vibes that people were mistaking me for a mere poser, so i got into serious business and started concentrating on the "brake" which i held with my left hand. Damn me!! what was i doing with the brake pressed?? I laughed at myself and let go of it at once. Before i realised i wasn't on a kinetic holding its brake but it was instead the "clutch" she was up on her rear tyres. The handle swayed in all possible directions as i tried to keep my hands on it. For a moment i hated my dad for owning trucks as all i could see was our truck parked right in the way that me and my cousins 40 grants worth baby were heading.
I always have had this complaint that god never listens to me and even if he does guess he never takes me seriously, so i wasn't too very keen on praying myself but just hoped my cousin prays for me atleast for the sake of his new bike. But soon enough my hopes were dashed when i saw him standing agape, completely lost. I could see he had turned pale by imagining the picture of his bike lying all dented and damaged. The feeling that i was all alone on a insanely galloping machine made me go haywire, yet the fact that i still had both my hands on the handle was a bit reassuring, though i wasn't sure what to do. I have no idea what struck me, maybe god listened to someone. I exercised all my limbs, my left hand held the "Brakes" no "Clutch", my right hand held on to the other lever which was in its reach, god knows what it was, the left leg pressed the gear lever and my right leg jabbed at another lever right beneath it. I was just hoping there would be atleast one break lever amongst all the levers i meddled. And to my disbelief we had stopped inches away from the trucks head lamp. Slowly lowered my legs to reach for the ground, damn!! my legs weren't long enough. Somehow managed to get off from the bike, by this time my cousin had recovered from his nightmare and he came running to park his bike to safety. I was sweating profusely and was definitely lost for words for sometime. My cousins situation was even worse, he started circling around the bike looking up and down as if he was searching for his lost balls. Once he was done, he came upto me and smiled saying, "Sadya, gaadi ge enu aagilla". I dont know why, though he never asked how i was feeling, the fact that the bike was safe comforted me. You care for something/somebody more than yourself, Thats love isnt it?
Later that night my mom called me up to see an ad on the Tv, it was the same bike's ad. A guy goes in search of his lost love to find out that she is happily married to some other guy and also has a kid(sounds cliche.. he he). My mom told she liked the song of that ad and she started humming it,the lyrics went something like this
"Ye Chalne waale raaste mein rukna na haarke... blah.. blah.." I could not help smiling and grumbled to myself "Agar aaj mein chalne waale raaste me nahi rukta, toh mera thopda aur aapke pati ka truck ka headlight dono jaate ". I slept off that night wondering who was that someone to whom god finally listened, guess it was that nurse who watched through her window as i did this little stunt of mine.
People often decide upon weird things when they are super bored. All of a sudden they tend to turn into an "up-and-comer" sitting on the potty, while they are waiting for that one big spurt which is gonna make them go ecstatic. It goes without saying that this sudden urge to revamp their icky monotony lasts only till the faucet cleans up their arse, and in no time they are again lumbering back into misery. Well, am no exception and have had this feeling innumerable times off late. And i decided to wake up the prodigal writer inside of me from his slumber. This time around i convinced him to write a blurb on something which according to me, is the best thing by far that has ever happened to me.
I guess i was 13 (13 is not supposed to be so auspicious, but still..) when i had my first tryst with her. As always had a rough start, but it was surely the beginning of a strange and a blissful liaison. Bajaj Caliber, the old one which came way before the more recent "HodiBabaaas", she was brand new just out of her comfy place in the showroom.
It was really a bold move by my cousin who owned her to throw the keys at me to try my hands on her even though he knew i had this reputation of being reckless on wheels. That was the first time i was riding a mo-bike all alone without somebody on the pillion constantly patting me over my shoulder to indicate that i was way over the speed limit a 13 year old could handle. As soon as i got the keys i dint even pause to think whether i could ride it all alone. I just hopped on to the seat and fired her up. She was subtle, my cousin smiled at me and said "smooth no??", i just nodded without giving heed to what he said as i was busy figuring out the gear shift pattern.
I stopped being "Einstein" when i saw a sticker on her tank which clearly indicated the gears shifts with a picture. For someone who rode bicycles most of the time and a kinetic occasionally in his dads absence, it is a big problem to accept that the lever attached to the left of the handle is called the "clutch" and not the "brake". Yet i dint want to let go of this opportunity by chickening out. Initially it all seemed perfect, pull the clutch and just tap your left foot on another lever which goes "click..". The first gear was annoyingly easy and i cursed people who just made a fuss of it always saying its the most toughest part. I smiled at my cousin with a tinge of pride and rolled my wrists over the accelerator. And that.. was love at first ROAR. I could feel some kinda rush within and revved the accelerator more and more as the engined growled ardently and deafened me to my cousin's words. I looked around me to ensure i caught the attention of every single mortal around me especially that nurse from the nursing home opposite to my house who used to pinch my cheeks saying i looked like a cute little baby. I wanted to shun away the image my naive face portrayed by taming that squealing two-wheeler. I started to get these vibes that people were mistaking me for a mere poser, so i got into serious business and started concentrating on the "brake" which i held with my left hand. Damn me!! what was i doing with the brake pressed?? I laughed at myself and let go of it at once. Before i realised i wasn't on a kinetic holding its brake but it was instead the "clutch" she was up on her rear tyres. The handle swayed in all possible directions as i tried to keep my hands on it. For a moment i hated my dad for owning trucks as all i could see was our truck parked right in the way that me and my cousins 40 grants worth baby were heading.
I always have had this complaint that god never listens to me and even if he does guess he never takes me seriously, so i wasn't too very keen on praying myself but just hoped my cousin prays for me atleast for the sake of his new bike. But soon enough my hopes were dashed when i saw him standing agape, completely lost. I could see he had turned pale by imagining the picture of his bike lying all dented and damaged. The feeling that i was all alone on a insanely galloping machine made me go haywire, yet the fact that i still had both my hands on the handle was a bit reassuring, though i wasn't sure what to do. I have no idea what struck me, maybe god listened to someone. I exercised all my limbs, my left hand held the "Brakes" no "Clutch", my right hand held on to the other lever which was in its reach, god knows what it was, the left leg pressed the gear lever and my right leg jabbed at another lever right beneath it. I was just hoping there would be atleast one break lever amongst all the levers i meddled. And to my disbelief we had stopped inches away from the trucks head lamp. Slowly lowered my legs to reach for the ground, damn!! my legs weren't long enough. Somehow managed to get off from the bike, by this time my cousin had recovered from his nightmare and he came running to park his bike to safety. I was sweating profusely and was definitely lost for words for sometime. My cousins situation was even worse, he started circling around the bike looking up and down as if he was searching for his lost balls. Once he was done, he came upto me and smiled saying, "Sadya, gaadi ge enu aagilla". I dont know why, though he never asked how i was feeling, the fact that the bike was safe comforted me. You care for something/somebody more than yourself, Thats love isnt it?
Later that night my mom called me up to see an ad on the Tv, it was the same bike's ad. A guy goes in search of his lost love to find out that she is happily married to some other guy and also has a kid(sounds cliche.. he he). My mom told she liked the song of that ad and she started humming it,the lyrics went something like this
"Ye Chalne waale raaste mein rukna na haarke... blah.. blah.." I could not help smiling and grumbled to myself "Agar aaj mein chalne waale raaste me nahi rukta, toh mera thopda aur aapke pati ka truck ka headlight dono jaate ". I slept off that night wondering who was that someone to whom god finally listened, guess it was that nurse who watched through her window as i did this little stunt of mine.
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