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!
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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.
Monday, September 14, 2009
Agitator... pacifier.. :-)
It is nature that if someone agitates you.. u find some other person trying to tranquilize you.. sometimes it can be mere facts which acts as a peace-maker!!
How do you feel if it is the same person who calms you down ?? The one who stirs up ur mind is the one who settles it !!
There are so many incidents which i can share here but i rate one below "The Best"...
Characters: me and my bro, mom in cameo role
We normally studied together... Although it was more of a battle and less of books, lets stick to the word "study"..
His assignments usually were writing numbers from 1-20, or A-Z ... and i was expected to teach him (I was a teacher back then only :P)
Our study room is basically attic.. coz we were not allowed to watch tv.. If it were to be room we would peep through the door and watch the serials!! so my parents decided to put us in attic.. hehe... least they knew we could aramse watch thru the window ;).. so we were basically very happy there!!
Cutain raise....
Im in "Study room".. my bro comes with his "big study desk" (he wanted it to be lil bigger than mine.. just for show off.. eventually he shared part of my desk only :-) ) Sits next to me with his book opened and a pencil... pokes me and shows the assignment part
hmm.. as usual numbers from 1 -20..
me: first 1-10 bari amele mundak helkodtini
he nods his head and starts writing silently... some relief for me..
After 10 mins....
him: akka aitu.. 10 admele??
me: hannondu.. ondu ondu hannodu.. ondu erdu hannerdu.. ondu mooru hadmooru.......
He starts writing as im saying it.. this continues for 4-5 times.. he repeatedly asks me "10 admele?" and i patiently reply "hannondu"..
me: nanenu helalla next.. nine baribeku.... nan helkottid agide
he just nods his head and starts writing........
A moment later
him: Akka.. Idadmele enu?? (pointing towards 10)
me(giving a cold stare): hannondu
he isn't done there..
him: ond admele??
me(with frustration): ondu ondu hannondu.. esht sala helbek hari..
silently writes it and the next moment comes his next question
him: Akka ondu erdu enu?
Me(almost burning with fury): hannerdu.. mundak nanenu helalla.. nine baribeku
he nods his head.. and try writing on his own..
scribbles something in his book.. looks at me and then starts writing again.. Out of curiosity i look at his book.. Not a thing written after 12!!
I yell at him on top of my voice saying i cant teach u anymore.. how many times i have to teach you.. blah blah blah.. Now this is where mom comes into picture.. she comes in to rescue him and convince that she would help him complete his assignments..
He leaves the room silently.. I feel very bad for the act but convince myself somehow and start reading..
Hold on... It wont end there!!!
After sometime... he silently climb up the stairs with his book and pencil.. I act as though i have not seen him coming.. crawls next to me.. opens his book... with an innocent smile he gently pokes me "Akka 10 admele enu?" :-)
Thats it!! My anger meter drops dead from 100 to 0 in one shot!!
He always knew the technique to appease me.. He does all nice things untill he sees me smiling.. Sometimes i act as though im not pleased by his actions just to see more!! Once he catches me smiling his demand list grows right away!! "akka sanje maggi madkode", "nang gobhi manchuri beku", "maneli chips e illa" goes on and on!!! :-)
How do you feel if it is the same person who calms you down ?? The one who stirs up ur mind is the one who settles it !!
There are so many incidents which i can share here but i rate one below "The Best"...
Characters: me and my bro, mom in cameo role
We normally studied together... Although it was more of a battle and less of books, lets stick to the word "study"..
His assignments usually were writing numbers from 1-20, or A-Z ... and i was expected to teach him (I was a teacher back then only :P)
Our study room is basically attic.. coz we were not allowed to watch tv.. If it were to be room we would peep through the door and watch the serials!! so my parents decided to put us in attic.. hehe... least they knew we could aramse watch thru the window ;).. so we were basically very happy there!!
Cutain raise....
Im in "Study room".. my bro comes with his "big study desk" (he wanted it to be lil bigger than mine.. just for show off.. eventually he shared part of my desk only :-) ) Sits next to me with his book opened and a pencil... pokes me and shows the assignment part
hmm.. as usual numbers from 1 -20..
me: first 1-10 bari amele mundak helkodtini
he nods his head and starts writing silently... some relief for me..
After 10 mins....
him: akka aitu.. 10 admele??
me: hannondu.. ondu ondu hannodu.. ondu erdu hannerdu.. ondu mooru hadmooru.......
He starts writing as im saying it.. this continues for 4-5 times.. he repeatedly asks me "10 admele?" and i patiently reply "hannondu"..
me: nanenu helalla next.. nine baribeku.... nan helkottid agide
he just nods his head and starts writing........
A moment later
him: Akka.. Idadmele enu?? (pointing towards 10)
me(giving a cold stare): hannondu
he isn't done there..
him: ond admele??
me(with frustration): ondu ondu hannondu.. esht sala helbek hari..
silently writes it and the next moment comes his next question
him: Akka ondu erdu enu?
Me(almost burning with fury): hannerdu.. mundak nanenu helalla.. nine baribeku
he nods his head.. and try writing on his own..
scribbles something in his book.. looks at me and then starts writing again.. Out of curiosity i look at his book.. Not a thing written after 12!!
I yell at him on top of my voice saying i cant teach u anymore.. how many times i have to teach you.. blah blah blah.. Now this is where mom comes into picture.. she comes in to rescue him and convince that she would help him complete his assignments..
He leaves the room silently.. I feel very bad for the act but convince myself somehow and start reading..
Hold on... It wont end there!!!
After sometime... he silently climb up the stairs with his book and pencil.. I act as though i have not seen him coming.. crawls next to me.. opens his book... with an innocent smile he gently pokes me "Akka 10 admele enu?" :-)
Thats it!! My anger meter drops dead from 100 to 0 in one shot!!
He always knew the technique to appease me.. He does all nice things untill he sees me smiling.. Sometimes i act as though im not pleased by his actions just to see more!! Once he catches me smiling his demand list grows right away!! "akka sanje maggi madkode", "nang gobhi manchuri beku", "maneli chips e illa" goes on and on!!! :-)
Monday, September 7, 2009
Bowled over by Mysore's viewpoint!!!
Four friends.. One car.. Trip to mysore!!!!
Its always a last minute plan.. everytime, planning starts few weeks before.. but execution phase never runs smoothly.. however it finally turns out to be a different destination.. so planning starts all over again at that last minute and finally bags packed for trip!! ;-)
This time also was no different.. we had planned for coorg trip but finally settled for mysore.. Saturday we stayed in Amblee resort which is just beside river kaveri.. I loved it for two reasons.. 1) Riverside 2) Swing ;) I have this insatiable longing towards water and swings (I always dream of building a house riverside with different kinds of swings ;) well, thats just a dream).. The resort has a swimming pool but no tubes.. now that was the saddest part.. all my daydreaming of floating on water went for a toss.. :-( one of my friend came up with this innovative idea that u can actually swim with the help of a volleyball !!.. hold the volleyball tight and start swimming it would save u from sinking.. it worked perfect! however, when my hands slipped from it someone had to save me from drowning!!
Next day we headed for mysore.. balmuri edmuri falls, planetX, chamundi hills were on the list.. balmuri falls was just awesome.. Coracle ride was fun.. its the first time i sat in a coracle so i was all excited... at some point he swirls it round n round and the whole world comes spinning to you..!!
We spent the whole evening in planetX.. bowling, air hockey and some kids game all came our way.. when it comes to bowling i always have an excuse.. the ball is heavy.. ;) but this time i had an added excuse.. "guess the machine is not proper.. its not adding my scores properly :P" when its TK's turn, he always tried for a strike but NO!! one of the pin would stand there not ready to fall.. very adamant huh? however, it was reverse in my case.. the pins fell as though they are dead bored of standing and waiting for the ball to just touch them!! sagara was careful everytime he rolled the ball but couldnt resist gutter sometimes ;-) well kartik was very dissappointed when he lost the game to TK and sweared not to play the game again.. hehehe :)
It was around 8, we left for chamundi hills.. awesome wind.. superb view of the city.. The viewpoint was terrific.. at that altitude, wind catches speed and tries to blow you away.. mysore palace was the highlight.. It was like an island in the sea of light.. For the first time, i looked down instead of staring at the sky in the night.. stunning view.. those few minutes conquered me and lingered all night.. :-)
Its always a last minute plan.. everytime, planning starts few weeks before.. but execution phase never runs smoothly.. however it finally turns out to be a different destination.. so planning starts all over again at that last minute and finally bags packed for trip!! ;-)
This time also was no different.. we had planned for coorg trip but finally settled for mysore.. Saturday we stayed in Amblee resort which is just beside river kaveri.. I loved it for two reasons.. 1) Riverside 2) Swing ;) I have this insatiable longing towards water and swings (I always dream of building a house riverside with different kinds of swings ;) well, thats just a dream).. The resort has a swimming pool but no tubes.. now that was the saddest part.. all my daydreaming of floating on water went for a toss.. :-( one of my friend came up with this innovative idea that u can actually swim with the help of a volleyball !!.. hold the volleyball tight and start swimming it would save u from sinking.. it worked perfect! however, when my hands slipped from it someone had to save me from drowning!!
Next day we headed for mysore.. balmuri edmuri falls, planetX, chamundi hills were on the list.. balmuri falls was just awesome.. Coracle ride was fun.. its the first time i sat in a coracle so i was all excited... at some point he swirls it round n round and the whole world comes spinning to you..!!
We spent the whole evening in planetX.. bowling, air hockey and some kids game all came our way.. when it comes to bowling i always have an excuse.. the ball is heavy.. ;) but this time i had an added excuse.. "guess the machine is not proper.. its not adding my scores properly :P" when its TK's turn, he always tried for a strike but NO!! one of the pin would stand there not ready to fall.. very adamant huh? however, it was reverse in my case.. the pins fell as though they are dead bored of standing and waiting for the ball to just touch them!! sagara was careful everytime he rolled the ball but couldnt resist gutter sometimes ;-) well kartik was very dissappointed when he lost the game to TK and sweared not to play the game again.. hehehe :)
It was around 8, we left for chamundi hills.. awesome wind.. superb view of the city.. The viewpoint was terrific.. at that altitude, wind catches speed and tries to blow you away.. mysore palace was the highlight.. It was like an island in the sea of light.. For the first time, i looked down instead of staring at the sky in the night.. stunning view.. those few minutes conquered me and lingered all night.. :-)
Monday, August 31, 2009
A toast to the married -- Cheers!!!
A short trip to Udupi for my Pg mate's wedding ceremony was very exciting and mind refreshing. A break from the monotonous life was top most in the list so all of us were looking forward for this trip. Before i continue further, lemme introduce to our family members..
Bhagya - The beautiful bride :)
soumya - on the move all day long
shammu - bedbug attractor (trust me for this :P)
archie - counselor (specialist)
shikha - adviser (general)
binds - all time criticizer
me - absent minded professor..
8:30 PM: As always i was the last person to reach and someone had to wait for me in the pg.. but somehow we made it to the bus stop ON TIME :)
9.00 PM: Bus left our place.. all excited we were at top of our voice.. went on chattering for long time until we felt hungry.. energy level decreased as sleep meter raised.. one by one voices fainted into the dark and we were soon asleep.. After a while, shammu started feeling that the bus hosts bed bugs.. after all those rashes we contemplated that may be those lil creatures were affectionate only to her!! All night she was wide awake searching for them..
Saturday morning we reached Udupi.. ambiance there never needs an explanation.. It kinda overtakes my imaginations. lush green.. variant weather.. small houses.. all looks like a framed picture. I felt as though i am lost.. I gave empty stares at various trees.. sky.. clouds.. water.. This phase of mine is what i call loosing myself to Nature!!
Evening as planned, was beach time! thats the only place where roars makes a soothing effect on you :-) A stroll in the beach with periodic attempts of waves to engulf ur feet and take away atleast the sand is so relaxing and an amazing feeling..
Back in the hotel, we were damn hungry.. anyone who knew about Diana hotel inspired us not to miss cutlets.. so we ordered for cutlets and poori.. the thought of cutlets being famous there made us even more eager to have it.. finally the eternal wait was over, crispy cutlets were on the table.. soumya was the first one to try.. though her expressions changed she managed to say it was ok.. I was lil suspicious but tried out.. oh my god that was the worst one i had ever tasted!!
Bhagya - The beautiful bride :)
soumya - on the move all day long
shammu - bedbug attractor (trust me for this :P)
archie - counselor (specialist)
shikha - adviser (general)
binds - all time criticizer
me - absent minded professor..
8:30 PM: As always i was the last person to reach and someone had to wait for me in the pg.. but somehow we made it to the bus stop ON TIME :)
9.00 PM: Bus left our place.. all excited we were at top of our voice.. went on chattering for long time until we felt hungry.. energy level decreased as sleep meter raised.. one by one voices fainted into the dark and we were soon asleep.. After a while, shammu started feeling that the bus hosts bed bugs.. after all those rashes we contemplated that may be those lil creatures were affectionate only to her!! All night she was wide awake searching for them..
Saturday morning we reached Udupi.. ambiance there never needs an explanation.. It kinda overtakes my imaginations. lush green.. variant weather.. small houses.. all looks like a framed picture. I felt as though i am lost.. I gave empty stares at various trees.. sky.. clouds.. water.. This phase of mine is what i call loosing myself to Nature!!
Evening as planned, was beach time! thats the only place where roars makes a soothing effect on you :-) A stroll in the beach with periodic attempts of waves to engulf ur feet and take away atleast the sand is so relaxing and an amazing feeling..
Back in the hotel, we were damn hungry.. anyone who knew about Diana hotel inspired us not to miss cutlets.. so we ordered for cutlets and poori.. the thought of cutlets being famous there made us even more eager to have it.. finally the eternal wait was over, crispy cutlets were on the table.. soumya was the first one to try.. though her expressions changed she managed to say it was ok.. I was lil suspicious but tried out.. oh my god that was the worst one i had ever tasted!!
Next day was very eventful, we went for the wedding.. enjoyed there.. our bride was looking gorgeous.. she felt very happy when we told her that she looked more beautiful than her hubby ;) hehehe.. we were back by 3 to hotel.. after the tiring day we planned to just stay in the hotel and relax...
Scene 1: We were watching Jodha Akbar, shikha came in saying "bharish ho rahi hai"
instantaneous was my question "kaha...? bahar?" ;-) she just gave me a cold look
Scene 2: Switched to Rang de basanti film and some discussion on history sprang up.. soumya tried explaining that she remembers one incident.. "woh park tha na.. aur woh log aise aise(shooting sign) kiye the na!!! kya tha woh?" Any guesses guys????????
yeah she was describing "Jallianwala Bagh massacre" ;-) hehehe...
With so many beautiful memories we left Udupi by 8.45 in the night.. thoughts of getting back to work made us feel miserable but still we were happy that atleast we had a nice and jolly weekend!!
P.S : Even saturday night bed bugs dint leave shammu.. Now you know why the title was awarded!! :D
Monday, August 24, 2009
Some crazy language called "English"
Whenever my mind ponder over this phrase
it always race back to some distant frame
As a child it always bemused
why include a letter when it has to be excused
If honor is said onor but not honor
why bother "h" and dishonor
If psychology is said sychology
why not pathology as athology
If past of write is wrote
why not read is rode
why use the same word for past and present
when you have 26 letters in the event
If superlative of sad is saddest
why not for bad, baddest :-)
This list never tends to end
English, oh how much i fancy friend
P.S: I had scored a zero in test for writing bad, badder, baddest :P
it always race back to some distant frame
As a child it always bemused
why include a letter when it has to be excused
If honor is said onor but not honor
why bother "h" and dishonor
If psychology is said sychology
why not pathology as athology
If past of write is wrote
why not read is rode
why use the same word for past and present
when you have 26 letters in the event
If superlative of sad is saddest
why not for bad, baddest :-)
This list never tends to end
English, oh how much i fancy friend
P.S: I had scored a zero in test for writing bad, badder, baddest :P
Monday, August 17, 2009
Car driving -- The bizarre moments
If you are guessing its about car learning experience in a driving school you are wrong!!! Its well ahead of all those things...
Today, in the first place, i dont remember what made me decide to go to office in car.. one of my friend even warned me that there is hell lot of traffic.. but i was unfazed.. I told her i would take the shortcut and il be just fine.. never realized what was awaiting me on the road!!!
When i left my place i was so excited.. I drove so smoothly.. not even a jerk.. uh uh.. not the slightest one also.. changed the gear regularly(when ppl saw me driving one advice was sure shot -- Change the gears!!!). I was feeling good.. In background was the song "Its My Life".. what a perfect song.. "It is now or never".. I was humming it all the way before i hit the traffic.. after that i dont exactly remember what song went on in the background i was only concentrating on changing the gears and trying to make sure that i wont bang into someone's car!!
What a welcome it was!!! It seemed as though every Banglorean was on road to welcome me for the new car community. As planned i took the shortcut route till silkboard signal to avoid some traffic.. but fate dint spare me.. As i was taking left turn i could see so many people staring at me as they crossed.. I was miffed and gave back a cold stare.. as i starting moving i could feel some friction from the other side of the car!! I was bloody too close to the footpath.. all those stares made sense then :) the thought of brand new car getting scratched the very first day of driving made me feel miserable (though only for few moments)
I dont know how many people cursed me on road when i couldnt control my car going back.. when it abruptly stopped in the middle of the road.. I was sweating in the car even though AC was on.. when i saw EGL the first thing on my list was to relax.. it was very relieving to get out of car!!
P.S: The very first thing that i did going home was to put 'L' Board :P
Today, in the first place, i dont remember what made me decide to go to office in car.. one of my friend even warned me that there is hell lot of traffic.. but i was unfazed.. I told her i would take the shortcut and il be just fine.. never realized what was awaiting me on the road!!!
When i left my place i was so excited.. I drove so smoothly.. not even a jerk.. uh uh.. not the slightest one also.. changed the gear regularly(when ppl saw me driving one advice was sure shot -- Change the gears!!!). I was feeling good.. In background was the song "Its My Life".. what a perfect song.. "It is now or never".. I was humming it all the way before i hit the traffic.. after that i dont exactly remember what song went on in the background i was only concentrating on changing the gears and trying to make sure that i wont bang into someone's car!!
What a welcome it was!!! It seemed as though every Banglorean was on road to welcome me for the new car community. As planned i took the shortcut route till silkboard signal to avoid some traffic.. but fate dint spare me.. As i was taking left turn i could see so many people staring at me as they crossed.. I was miffed and gave back a cold stare.. as i starting moving i could feel some friction from the other side of the car!! I was bloody too close to the footpath.. all those stares made sense then :) the thought of brand new car getting scratched the very first day of driving made me feel miserable (though only for few moments)
I dont know how many people cursed me on road when i couldnt control my car going back.. when it abruptly stopped in the middle of the road.. I was sweating in the car even though AC was on.. when i saw EGL the first thing on my list was to relax.. it was very relieving to get out of car!!
P.S: The very first thing that i did going home was to put 'L' Board :P
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