Jalaluddin Mohammed !!!

It all started with the news that coverd the controversy in the movie ‘Jodha Akbar’…. Lets get to the controversy later and focus on the context of the post… I slightly rembrd few points about this chap Akbar which I heard during my school days…. The controversy talks triggered my curiosity to know akbar’s proper history…

Way too amazing, I had a wrong impression on mughal rulers known for their barbaric attitude towards the country were ever they rule…. Actually they were but akbar was a little kinda exception on this… son of humayun, father of salim (Jehangir), husband of Jodha bai (Rajput princess)…. Akbar captured a significant role for himself in the mughal era by living his own way of life…. Herez the list that impressed me on his life…

…though akbar was born in sindh, he was taken to afganistan by his dad humayun… he was a mere fugitive that time and he grown up in afgan soil with out any education… he spent his childhood in learning to fight, hunt and those sorta stuffs…

…Akbar got in to the throne at his age of 13 and straight away went to the Warfield when they fought against hindu warrior hemu… akbars chief minister baram khan was known for his thirst to conquer whatever he finds.... this drived him to go nasty and kill the king (Hemu) in brutal manner… however, history (the movies and books) says akbar wasn’t keen in killing people to conquer the land…

…akbar took the responsblts once he became the grown up king… he then started to respect the people irrespective of their race or background… he took off the pilgrimage tax and non muslim tax that he had on hindus in his empire… many mughal rulers din like him as he is being so liberal and spoiling the reputation of the mughals…

…known for being a shrewd politician, he married rajput princess to prevent political problems and this made him to be more unique in the well of mughals…. He let his 3rd wife (jodha bai) to practice her own religion in the mughal’s palace… infact, she had her own mini temple inside the palace in her area… akbar was infact attracted to her more and more…

…though he is an illiterate, he had extreme passion about gaining knowledge and so he had many scholars in his court and they read out the books for him … akbar himself wrote many books with the help of other literates in his court… he always appreciated talented chaps in his kingdom who excelled in management, poems, writings, intellectual skills, fighters etc…. akbar himself is a master of many… hunting, carpenting, entertainment, writings etc….

…he is the only mughal who later gave up his non-veg. eating habbit to show his attachment with Jainism… he had setup a chamber to encourage talk shows on various religions… he even encouraged aethists to come out with their views…

All the above points are purely my research outcome and only based on these, I admired this one and only unique mughal ruler who wanted some real peace and harmony in his kingdom….however, I visited few sites that totally bashed akbar and his slaughter house to kill hindus…. I some how feel it’s a kind of faked one….i am not sure though…

These above points made me extremely curious to watch much hyped ‘Jodha bai’…. The trailor of the movie made an impression of a full fledged action movie of a mughal emperor… however, the movie is mostly dominated by the love and romance between the rajput princess and the sehensha….

It’s a warm and pleasant movie for those who likes love movies …. An intrstng piece of art work for those who keen on the technical wonders that one can make in the movie (editing, camera works and stuffs)… an intrstng not-so-famous bit of history for those who wanna know wat exactly happened…

a r rehman once againd proved his talent with the BGM and songs…. The choreography was mindblowing in ‘Azeem-o-shaan’ song… the melody of ‘Jashn-e-bahaara’ still echoing in my mind…. Hrithik, lived as a akbar in the whole movie…. I wonder if akbar would have been this fit… am not much of a ash mad and so I don’t have any comments on her in this movie….

Jodha Akbar…… from my view is an excellent product to enjoy once and nothing much to excite (or mourn) about….

On the Off… Is it God or GANGULY?

Being an ardent fan of Cricket and a religious follower of matches wat ever Indian Cricket team plays against, I guess I got every reason to make this post on my favourite cricket player in my country team…. Its none other than the DADA himself…

I used to admire him at his debut season for his charming appearance and the way he grew himself to stabilize his position with the team… but now I like this man for his well crafted mix of attitude, skill, bravery and ability to excel with the responsblties on his shoulder… character gets better with experience and he is no exception…(ofcourse, am talking about cricket only & not those useless off the field controversies/speculations on him… thaz not my concern as well)

Let me list out the best on this-cat-will-drink-beeraa (puriyala?? intha poonayum beer adikumangra maari) looks chap that made me to have him as one of my favrts in the sportsmen list….

- his class, he has the honour of being a partner of tendulkar in opening the game and adding the most tons… his mind blowing strokes on the offside will tell you the reason… he is such a sweet timer of the ball and a master physician himself who is good at speed and angle of reflection ;)

- attitude, this is the most admiring part of him… some may call him arrogant or indisciplined but I seriously love him for his attitude that he shows to the opponents… not much of sledging…. He just shows his anger with his skills and only after he wins against those bloody opponents who raised his BP… remember? the way he stripped his tops and waved to the English audience conquering the England series in their own soil…. He was waiting for that moment and he just represented/reflected all his countrymens raging intentions… the empire of his own class

-charm, he is one amazing cricketer with a charm on his appearance all the time… he shows up very well wen hez tensed and a pretty emotional guy which I would say, increasing his charm as a person…

- Responsiblty, the way he handles his respnsblty shows his maturity as a senior player… obviously he is one of the most successful captain for india and ther can be no debate on this… the way he handles the pressure is seriously admirable…the only hiccup he faced is the loss of form in the middle and again, he came back like rajnikanth with hit over hits… however, he was off the track being emotional and kept his head quiet and calm all the time since hez back….

Ganguly is a very useful hand for winning any match… though he is know for being a batsman of his own class, he is a golden arm bowler who rise to occasion… I still remember the sharja cup were India played 5 ODIs against Pakistan and won 4 of em…. Dada got the man of the series by scalping 2 wickets in each parallely hitting around 40+ average…. Sachin mentioned him as a ‘Golde arm’ in the final presentation….

He was a man caught with lots of off field issues and even though its disappointing its none of our (fans) business to think about it as it is his personal side… for me wat matters is how he is with the team and country… the most disappointing news that BCCI could ever let out is the dropping of the inform dada from the most imprtnt CB series in Australia…. Sure this is a shock one to whole country….

On an attempt to promote the young Indian team funda, the country lost the much needed experience to handle the immaculate task India facing at the moment… the ongoing series is turning out pathetic purely due to the lack of experience….

See the first match against Australia which India won… the total (160) was peanuts and India should have won convincingly with bonus point (by finishing it in 40 overs… crap, they just suffered and thanks to Dhoni who showed some character to win the match by giving out everything… yesterday’s match (India V. Srilanka) was absolutely pathetic display of the inexperienced Indian team…. May be these matches are learning curve for the youngsters but at the cost of losing ‘on-the-hand’ games…??? Had ganguly was there (irrespective of opening or in the middle order), the win is always achievable combined with the exp. Of sachin , dhoni along with the fired up talent of youngsters….


If India loses the tournament, I would strongly comment with out any reservation that its because of omission of the inform, experienced ganguly… this is totally unfair to a player who contributed more than his potential all over his career with Indian team… I some how losing my intrest these days with these stupid decisions from the selectors… all I can do is show my anger only in this post…. !!!

Photograph

There is nothing better that made me feel so pleasant and warm straight in the morning than seeing my photographs (that I clicked when am in good clicking mood) printed in the office magazine with my profile in it…. the magazine was dropped at my desk last night just like they (the office) did for every other employees. I was taken by sheer surprise as I totally forgot that I sent my creations as entries for the editor team…. My joy knew no bounds… I never thought the team will recognize my pics… as I guessed there would have been ‘n’ number of entries to fill up those 2-3 pages exclusive for photograph works….

Photography is an alien word for me still…. But I always love to tickle the creative part of my brain limiting it to just ‘my abilities’… and I am always aware that I am not achieving anything with that as there are 1 billion better photographers at any part of world…. Still I like this Jack-of-all feeling not restricting my hobbies to one or two for the sake of filling up my resume : )

I may read or surf through few of the photographic techniques wen I find time (ofcourse at my office) …. But never been so keen as I like to keep myself unique with my skills (skills????)…. My hunt is still on the perfect camera aiming to grab when time comes (means, I don’t have enough money yet to buy a costly camera with all features)…

Though I love this hobby, I have a big aversion to this carrying camera stuff as it most of the times doesn’t allow me to enjoy the scene completely… the main hassle being handling the camera safely… specially when I do trekking or when click pictures over the water or during the rain…. I should always make sure the equipment is safe from any sort of hazard…. Pain !!!

As a kind of healing, I got my mobile (Nokia N73) with 3.2 mp lens which partly satisfies my needs to ‘click on the go’ and ‘easy handling’ issues…. By this I was able to take more pics and name it myself as ‘Mobile Photography’ …. He he he…. Here I attached few of clicks off my mobile….

Aravindh's Angle:

The Highway:

Cute Monster:

Beauty of the sunset:

Standing Tall:

Rowthiram Pazhagu

Little bit controversial yet catchy… The title of the post says it, which means ‘Practice Anger’… Isnt it crazy?

I recently became fond of sensible talk shows and Vijay TV’s ‘Neeya Naana’ is one of the front runners… Yesterday’s topic was all about Anger with 2 sets of people (ofcourse, one set are short tempered and others were totally against this) and lotsa points discussed makes real sense... surprisingly, short tempered people got their reasons which is certainly not 'bluffing outta anger'... this made me think about my vision on anger and here we go....

I used to be a highly short tempered guy once specially during my college days …. I get pissed off and yell at mates wenever they pick the micky outta me or bully me at my appearance or not following up the time wen we plan to go out or blab la bla….



Later realized (well, after my college days) that I was such a fool to get anger over those poor souls wen I have lot others to go mad over……

However, now I am most comfortable now settled as almost patient for everything with respect to friends and colleagues front…. Anger is one dangerous feeling that may drag any one to any extent as that is the only point were people have no control over the words or actions…..But… I strongly agree with the words ‘Practice Anger’ as I some how feel man with out anger is like a dumb..to be honest, I really admire whenever sreesanth delivers a beamer or a body line to Symonds or hayden and just stare at em with fulla burning eyes…. The position as a pace bowler needs that sorta aggression and anger to keep them charged up and on track…. I also read from articles that he is not that sorta angry boy out of the field …infact he is too friendly with all.. what more u need???

I never really support this nasty habbit as anger is the one bloody weak point that will push many talents to darkness…. But a controlled anger is always necessary to get things done and stay out of many possible troubles that a calm man often faces… one straight forward example is getting your work done with any customer service department…. Normally these guys try their best to put those calm chaps on hold and get those angry people sorted first…. As they don’t want to lose any customers… absolutely right(from the customer’s view as well) wen things are going fine… but see in the case if you are not happy with the company’s service or the product has some fault which requires the executive to come and attend or repeated requests for something????? You cant be calm all the time… you need to show your frusturation (ofcourse, only through anger) and get things done at the quickest span…..

The Sydney test cricket (India Vs. Aus.) match for that matter…. India shooked the so called Don’s of Cricket (Australia) by showing their anger defending Harbajan singh…. Some people deserve to get paid back and anger in those cases is the best way to express.. not those diplomatic smiles…. Why do u think most of Indian cricket fans like the captain who removed his jersey and jumped out in agrression when India won the series against England in England…. Cant you see the anger in the eyes of Gangully when he did that with Tit-for-tat feeling (done what flintoff did in india when england won the series earlier)…. Anger is good when showed at right time in the right place….

“If you are checking the integrity of my game, you shouldn’t be in this room”, People of his own country started to hate him when a journalist questioned Ricky ponting on his sportsman spirit…. This is one of the worst and a completely non-professional way of showing up an anger and he very well deserves the hatred of most of the world inspite of being one of the top class players in the skills front…..

My conclusion is Never be a dumb claiming yourself calm and polite person…but also, never allow anger climb on your head to push you down…. I learnt a lot on this habbit in my 27 years of living experience in this planet and I know I still have to learn a lot and practice my controlled anger…. : )

Dream for ages….

When am young I dreamed of lot and most of em got vanished as its more of a dream with out any sense… well, just a desire and no practical use for me or my surroundings…. Rather its only waste of time or waste of money…. But I always cherish those… few to list are my dream for CBZ bike some how ended up with unicorn… though am happy with this bike still my dream haven’t come true….

Another such is my dream desktop…. Stylish cabinet, big monitor, gigantic hard disk space, fully supporting system for any sorta games, breath taking speakers, blab la bla

I finally got it true… being a grown up boy for some reason, I need to answer the question “Why the hell in the world you got such a posh desktop when you have a laptop that satisfies your basic needs?”…. point… I need to answer…. I cant be kiddish to all and I need to sort out my list…. Does the list make sense.. I DON’T CARE… am I being totally irresponsible bloke heading towards nothing…. Well, trust me I may get back ; )

The list (why the hell in bla bla bla?)

- Firstly, I want to make efficient use of my other room in the house which is mostly untouched during the season where only my wife and me living alone

- Gaming, I use to religiously follow all the games that comes out during my high school times…prince of Persia, F1 racing, dave, Mario, wolfenstein 3D, NFS still filled up in my mind…. I just want to get back to my gaming hobby…I read somewer that gaming constantly will keep your mind sharp and increase your reflex… again it depends on wat sorta games you play… my recent favourites are NFS (racing), Age of empires (Strategy), House of dead (Action), Snooker 147 (Board), Cricket (Sports) etc….

- Internet, One of the essential needs at home nowadays…. When comes with my desktop with huge HD space, I would love to download lots of games, movies and other softwares.

- Movies, One of my all time favourite hobby…. And with my big 24 inch monitor and sound blaster card… watching downloaded movies will also be an awesome experience

- Work, Well…. Couldn’t digest isn’t it? I some how feel am slogging loads of time in the office in recent past and I need to find some way to balance (parallely, I need one more excuse to buy my desktop)

- Above all, the pleasure of using a desktop is absolutely chilling compare to the clustered, compact and irritating laptop where the usability of laptop puts all my sitting-on-a-computer fun in to a complete jeopardy.

Abba, managed to sort out the reasons for the desktop…. Smart aye… !!!!

I got the whole cpu assembled in our traditional Ritchie Street, Chennai Where I found breaking deals with all the components and got it assembled all at my home… Herez the absolute kick a** config. That makes any computer lover go excited…

Processor : Intel Core 2 – 2.66 Mhz. (Performance man.... top brand.. top speed)
RAM : 2 GB (Internet, parallel processing... u cant do better)
HDD: Seagate 320 GB (space bigger than a house)
Video Card : Geforce 8200 GT - 512 MB (Gaming freaks.... worship this)
Sound Card: Creative Sound blaster 5.1 (i love this part too)
Monitor : Dell wide screen 24 inch (the front runner of my long time dream)
Speakers : Creative inspire 2.1 (Sound cant be more crisp and clear)

Sleek sports cabinet :) (Look matters a lot for me)

I got everything and just need a proper long weekend to start off my gaming spree !!!!

Orayyy Bongu !!!!

Ha…!!! This is exclusive post for tamil folks… it’s a popular attempt normally made by any mimicry/imitation experts…. The recent spur is on the famous controversial game of India Vs. Australia happened in Sydney last week and herez my imagination unleashed….

The following are the characters involved in the game…. I have compared them with famous movie characters+actors

Ganguly – ‘Thirumalai’ vijay
Kumble – ‘Sethu’ Vikram
Dravid – Poornam viswanathan
Bucknor(umpire) – Senthil
Dhoni – Gowndamani
Ponting – TR
Benson (umpire)– ‘Gajini’ Surya
Sutherland (Australia cricket comitee head)– `Billa’ Ajith

Scene 1:

When Dhoni took the catch of Symonds bowled by Ishaan sharma and bucknor ruled that as ‘Not out’.

Dhoni (Gowndamani) : Dei bonda thalaya ‘How is that’ da
Bucknor (senthil) : Not out annayn…
Dhoni : Dei gokka makka venaamda… methi pattay saavatha out koduthudu
Bucknor : Athu outayy ilaynayyy… athepdi koduka mudiyum
Dhoni : Ayoo intha kaatu panni imsa thaanga mudiyala yaarachum avana kondutu poi aaprica zoola vitutuvaangada

Scene 2:

When dravid was given out by bucknor even though he haven’t nicked the ball to keeper.

Gilchrist : How is that???

Bucknor (Senthil) : (Eating banana) he he he outunayyy….

Dravid (Poornam viswanathan) : dhdhdhdh eeeswara…. Ithenna akramam antha kaduvul mela satyama ithu out ila…. Thayava seithu enna aada udungoo run kooda adikamatayn ingayae nikkarayn… thirumba pona avaaa ellam senthu enna adichayy konnuduva… please uturungoooo

Bucknor: athellam mudiyathu annay avanga thaan vazhapzham vaangi koduthaangalay appa neenga thaan outu…kelambunga seekiram

Dhoni (Gowndamani): (being angry in the pavilion) enna udra… ivana antha vaazha pazham prechnai vanthapay pottu thalli irukanum…. Ivana appavay kondu poi ethachum kaatla vitutu vanthiruntha ivlo prechnai vanthirukuma….. paaru stadium vaasalla pichai eduthu porai biscuit thinnutu iruntha naai naatamai panuthu….neee vaadi veliyala unaku en kaila thaan karumari….!!!

Scene 3:

When Ganguly edged a ball to Clarke but the catch wasn’t clean.

Australia team : How is that???

Benson (Surya) : Enna nadathichi ippa .. well… Ponting neeyachum sollupa…ennachi

Ponting: Yei Benson… nee aagatha tension… ganguly koduthaan catchu… mudinji pochu matchu… ethavena maranthuko….. out koduthutu kelambiko…ye tandanakka ye tanakunakka

Benson : Appa out…. Dei kelambuda….

Ganguly (Vijay): Anna…. Enangna avar kittta poi naa outaanu ketutu out kodupeengalana… overaaa therla…. Avaru enna extra rendu wicket koduthu aadava sollida poraaru athuku enkita straightaavay out koduthurkalaamay na….. dei ponting… vaazhkai oru vattam inga jaikaravan thopaaan thokaravan jeipaaan…. Atha nee koodiya seekirathula purinjipa….

Ponting: hahaha… machi ganguly!!! Atho paaru nagma… kindi tharuva upma…saaptu veetlayae ukkaruma… Australia kitta vendaama…!!!


Scene 4:

When the match is over and India was all out.

Kumble (‘Sethu’ Vikram): (Looking at bucknor) manasu valikuthu da… ovvoru thadavayum nee oruoruthana out koduthu koduthu anupum bothum ippavachum nee adanguva nu naa amaithiya irunthayn paaru … athaan thappu… inimelaachum intha velaya vitutu veetla poi chicken biriyani thinnutu paduthu thoongu… illa naa poga maatayn… ingayaee irunthu substitute playerskum out koduthutu thaan povaynu sonaaaynu vai….(he looks around and pulls one stump…then places it near bucknor) orayyy kuthu thaan !!!!!

Scene 5:

James Sutherland addressing media.

Journalist: How can you win a match in this manner?
Sutherland (Ajith): Australian cricket varalaara konjam puratti parunga athu namaku kathu koduthathu onnay onnu thaan…. Win pannanumna evlo bongu venaalum adikalaam… evana venaalum kalaaikalaam… evlo venaalum asingasingama thittalaam…..

Sreesanth (‘Kaaka kaaka’ Suriya) watching this on TV in India : Bongadikarathulayum, ellarayum moraikarathulayum naa periya expert ila aana bonguna ivana (Ponting) maari thaan adikanumnu enaku thonichi…. Adutha matchla avana vachikarayn…!!!!

Admiration

FYI : Again, the me in this post is not actually me so stop the speculations and just read on

It’s the evening of 31st Dec. 2007
Just finished my work and waiting for bus
An empty bus-stop to my dismay
I was energy packed. Yes just few more hours and
Its new year

I saw her roaming here and there
She always impresses me with cute sketch
Dark skinned for some reason,
I always admire white skin for all reasons
And shez the one who took my attention

I cant stop watching her next 5 minutes or so
Can I go ahead and walk towards her?
My middle class feelings for embarrassment stopped me
‘Let me control and go ahead with plans tonite’
I told myself with inside fight.

She looked at me and gave a graceful look
The inner me nudged to go ahead
I smiled at her and I felt like she liked me too
Though shez a 100% different,
I see myself in her.

She started to walk towards me
That’s it I cant hold any more
There you go, I offered few biscuits
And she wagged her tail with gratitude

Haa, our life is almost same
You wag your tail for biscuits
And I wag my virtual tail for lotsa reasons
It’s a dog’s life after all
HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!

- the lonely soul wrecked by monotonus-IT-projects-life

It means Xmas

Christmas is one big occasion (or a good excuse) in western countries with their traditional way of celebrating it by having a good long family get together… The grown up kids or uncles or closest friends or other relatives normally meet at the convenient location (any of the residence) and just sit over the couch for whole day having good laugh, watching movies, playing games and eating those traditional food…

I never had this unique feeling even though I was at home with my relations for pongal or diwali… I normally hang out most of the times … be it my friends or family…. We always prefer to stay outta home…. This Christmas was another unique one in my life …. This is completely an unplanned one turned out to be a pleasant day altogether….

The morning was stunningly freezing as I realized this only when I cruised in my motorbike for cricket …. Paining 10 mins journey and we played a busy cricket for 3 hours without minding the heavy crowd at the ground…. Skipped my breakfast as its 11 already and I was getting ready to meet one of my relatives… not too close …din know them for long… all that pushed me to meet them was due to the fact that they live in 2 kms radius from my home and I was desperate to eat somewer out that afternoon…..

I don wanna go deep and dig in wat way they related to me… rather its better to explain their profile…. A gentleman with his own profile living Indian life after a good long period abroad…. A wife of him very much kindhearted and love to socialize… two kids of em getting accustomed to Indian life with their usual pinch of naughty and sometimes tough approach….. The couplez working for top 2 IT companies in Bangalore and hence not much elaboration needed on their lifestyle…. On top of it we found 3 more female old human beings and 3 more kids joined the family for a short vacation from their home town…

It’s all blasting with 4 ladies, 5 kids, 1 man and later my wife & me joined them…. Same conventional talks every wer with their own talk mates …. Me and the man of the house…. My wife with other ladies mostly talking further on relations, food, cooking, blab la blab la in the kitchen… the kids having their best time in their room with usual/energetic mix of playing & fighting….

Then came the lunch time where I should say I had one of the most healthiest lunch of the year…. The greens of drumstic, gravy from soya beans, cereals, rice, well made ladies fingers, bajjis, rasam and a lovely sweet to add with…. I had stomach (heart) full enjoying every second of it…. Usually the lunch hosts has this wrong definition of hospitality which means ‘Guests should eat more than what they are normally capable of …well basically to eat like a pig’….. I was more than happy on that occasion as they left the whole package to our wish on the customizing front…. But I ate to their surprise (periya surprise ilainu solreengala)…. And made them feel very much comfortable on that lunch segment ; )

We got in to a game called as Sequence which intrstd me in the first approach… its basically a board game to be played with usual set of playing cards…. 6 of we played in 3 teams…. Its more about thinking combined with a flavoured luck…. To all of our dismay the oldest lady + young kid team won the game without giving much effort….(isnt it a wonder??? I thought we are prout IT ians with impeccable thinking ability and all blab la wer poooof !!! in a flash ) I liked it though… : )

Later switched to movie watching event and this time the kids were getting closer and closer to me …. Some times I pity ther parents but most of the times I admired them (kids)…. We spent most of the day with fulla socializing & stuffs…. And with out plans it ended up like a proper & most typical Xmas day what it means to westerners ; )

Nalla nanban ilai enraal….!!!

Whatz bloody wrong with our Billa???? He killed his own employee (hahaha... super word) coz he betrayed him and plan to pull away from him and the business…Just think from his shoes…. That guy (who was killed) should be once socially unfit to lead a normal life like others due to reasons and so he joined billa & co to live his life…. He got all he wanted and once he got all the wealth and comfort ( & ofcourse girl friend) he decided to leave this so called ‘sinful life’ and lead a normal life…… how can billa trust him that he wont go out of the country and inform police about the smuggling group and put all the group’s life in trouble……… he did right thing !!!

I really love the attitude of this character Billa ….. veterans rajni and amitab donned the roles which was carefully crafted and remade with style experts ajith and sharukh….i enjoyed every moments watching all the 4 versions……

Friendship is one word which I worshiped ages ago…. Now its just-another-word in the dictionary for me…. Is it because I started to see more life out of life than I used to be before???? Or as I get to know more human beings apparently most of them turning me down ???? or sheer worst past???

I still have loads of good friends…. And infact very lovely friends ever since I decided to stop making good friends circle….. I don’t want to be a yet another hypocrite telling all the best about friendship and endup swearing at them at some point…. All I practically seen was this term is only used when therz a necessity arises between humans and they need each other for some reason…. Sounds a bit embarrassing but hard truth to digest….

Am not arguing against true friendship which I see as exceptional cases….. am just touching upon what I see against what is believed on the emotional front…..

why did the directors who thought of subjects for movies like Kaloori (tamil) and Happy days (telugu) which is college based friendship haven’t thought of projecting friendship beyond that age ???? its going little bit impractical…..the more the human gets matured he stays out of this gripless relations and the more the human sees money he tends to be more selfish….

Disclaimer: Friends … (hahaha) this post has no backend intentions ….just few thoughts I wanted to jot out…. Humans don’t agree with this need not agree as this is only MY opinion ;)

Beat this --> "An" adventure !!!

Chapter 1 : The beginning

I don’t wanna Extuberate or exenterate in the very beginning of this post…. I actually involve myself in every post to replicate my actual feelings…but for this post I have no words to describe… am an average office worker… bound to live with limitations and technically advanced environment…. Spotting a snake or running an extra mile in the thread mill or winning a tough cricket or scoring more points in a video game…. We call all these as top notch apart from those at work places…..but they are professional anyways (I mean the work achievements)…. In the middle of life with fulla technical advanced world and secured risks, we had a big 48 hours of unforgettable memories that made us to forget

- project deadlines
- appraisals, hikes and bonus
- managers/leads
- Bangalore traffic
- any mental tortures in the routine life (catching the cab on time for that matter)

The innocent/magnificent/awesome/bravo/deadly 7 wer all ready for kick off on last Friday night…. We booked a quails and managed to leave Bangalore around midnite… we planned to be back with in 20 hours or so as the place is only 200 kms away from Bangalore… The usual fun and enjoyment one would have…. We slowly dozed away jus an hour before we reach the destination…. Not enough sleep yaar…. Its 7 am already…. We had few idlis and vadas in sakleshpur before we proceed (pic.1)…. Trust me the TEA in that region is mindblowing (pic. 2)… don’t miss it !!!... We then moved on to Donigul which is the starting place for the unique railway line trekking (infact it should be called as ‘track’ing )

PIC. 1: The first break .. the breakfast

Pic. 2: Mindblowing tea session soon

The information all i(we) know is that we just gotto walk along the rails for some kms and detour from the track incase of extreme tiredness to catch some truck or bus to get back to the origin….. We bought food packs from a local shop near donigul…. And got detached from the quails… very unfortunately the driver din have a mobile…. So we instructed him to call us at 2 pm…. He said he will wait for us in a place called Gundiya…. ( I have no idea about wer the hell is that place)…. We were very much curious to kick off and so we din bothered to plan how to meet the driver once we are done with the ‘Tracking’ (Dude… trust me its one bloody big mistake that we did which has put us in deep trouble after 30 hours or so from that point)

We started to walk(Pic. 3,4,5 & 6)….the advice from a localite is to walk on a narrow path way for 3 kms or so to get the railway track and from there keep going towards the place ‘Yedakumeri’…. We don’t know anything else and our mind was anticipating the track route that time…. We started clicking snaps here and ther on the way… I felt the heat on me so quickly made me changed to my sleeveless and 3/4th … reached the railway bridge… oh man… this is awesome scene…. Mountains around….chill air even at 11 am amidst hot sun…. gracy river under the bridge that tempt us for a bath… (no chance… already wasted lotsa time.. miles to go before we sleep)… we all charged up with the scenice beauty after a 3 km walk on the hill….

Pic. 3: Start mission

Pic. 4: The Warriors of Earth and tracks on earth
Pic. 5: Oh yeah, we are curious

Pic. 6 : I guess we are nearing the tracks

Chapter 2 : On the track

So far so good…we started to walk on the track and our very first mission is to cross the immaculate bridge… we liked it… nothing to fear about as there were metal plate laid to walk on top of those sleepers… I jumped, danced, ramp walkd etc…. I love to live ther for ever…. (oops….miles to go before I sleep for ever)…

Pic. 7: The bridge and the tunnel:

We started to walk… we reached the first tunnel… 100 metrs or so… nthng much exciting (ofcourse, apart from the lavishing outlook)… the look of the tracks induced a kind of joy in me (a thing of joy is beauty for ever… ; ) )

Pic. 8: The fearless hyena (me in the tunnel)




Pic. 9: Passenger train


I seriously admired the beauty of two friends stay together with out touching each other endless…. Seri seri… moving on…. We felt that the food pack is too heavy to carry and we gotto share the load (by eating it)… we took off from the track way and rested near the bank of a miniature river…showering enough water with apt force for us to wash our hands and fill the water bottles…. We opened the food packs and started to munch the idlis and parathas we bought(Pic. 10)…. It was quiet tasty (atleast for me) to have any tasteless food after a good long walk in the mountain….

Pic. 10: The royal lunch

All on a sudden a scene we saw had put all our walking-on-the-tracks fun in to complete jeopardy…. We just saw two giant train engine sailing on the track with a long horn then and ther…. Ayoooooo I din kno that the tracks are completely fixed for train route… I heard (the news long ago) that the tracks are still under construction…. We took that as a caution notice and ther after we fixed a flag in our mind to be aware of oncoming huge man made moving idiot (sorry object)….


Pic. 11: Move on soldiers



Pic 12: Never say die souls


We took a small 15 mins rest after lunch and started to proceed… we started facing more tunnels…and ther you are .. a 200+ metrs long tunnel… we lost the vision at one point…. All we had is a small torch that may cover few cms…. We 7 ppl managed to go with that one by one….man that is tough…!!! we slowly started to twist our ankles due to impaired vision inside the pitch dark caves….. the only question nudging every one that time was ….what to do if a train comes now?.....no answer though…. We kept walking… we admired the beauty and parallely we felt the souring knees begging for rest…. We din wanna waste our time by taking too much rest…


Pic. 13: 'Miles to go before i sleep'



Now, we encountered the longest tunnel (523 metrs) so far... we are quiet annoyed with the repeating tunnels… few of our mates started to swear with this agonial parade… we walked one by one holding hands with the help of this mini torch…praying the battery should not go off, the train shouldn’t come, the bats shouldn’t give us any scare, etc……

Atleast 14 kms or so went by…. Now we are desperate to get back…. But we have no idea on how to get away from the track as all we can see are tunnels, bridges and dense forests every wer…. We initially saw few railway workers but later no sign of humans any wer…. We are confused… confusion all over in the crowd…. The timez 3 o clk… we are in the eastern side of the mountain and so we are approaching the dark quickly which initiated the hurriness in us to find a ray of hope…. This point we encountered a bridge with no plates underneath for a while…. We din bother much except 1… we crossed jus like a fashion show…. The one stayd back and refused to come with his fear to heights…. Hahaha… we smiled inspite of the energy ripped body… 2 of us back tracked to help him walk across…

Unit testing : Can this take more load?


We gotto decide… ther is one footpath kind of way going away from the track but we don’t have any idea on how long it goes and wer will this end up…. We are a bit aware that there is 0.5 probability of finding dangerous animals inside the forest…. We decided to take the footpath after a minor set of arguments…. We kept walking for 15 mins or so and found no hope…. Jus raw gut feelings….

We had a small team meet and used our critical thinking…. Atleast if we stay in the track and keep walking we can cross 4+ kms before the sunset…. The next station should be some wer at 3+ kms range….so sure that we can find some ray of hope…. On the other side…this jungle route may take us quickly to the nearest road but we don’t kno how quick and other problem is the fear of wild animals….if everything goes well we can catch the road otherwise we may have to stay in jungle for the night….absolutely dangerous…..so we decided to get back to the track…..trust me, that half an hour walk in the jungle burnt rest of the calories out of us which we saved until now….

I guess this is wat correctly means ‘Back on track’…. We approached yet another tunnel… 250 mts length…we got ourselves in the convenient order and started to sail inside the tunnel….after 50 metrs or so…. That happened… what???? ….

Physically tired….
Mentally drowned…
Approaching a pitch dark tunnel…
Gravels are the synonym of ‘pain’ on the tracks….
Hunger started to strike….

We heard….
Yes, we heard….

A long loud bloody train horn…..!!!!!!!!

F***g hell…… we all panic…. Confusion… fear…. Irritation… pain…..!!!!

That sound took S**t out of us… we ran back for life…. Though we had a hope that we can save ourselves by crawling to the walls of the tunnels, we preferred to run out…. God saved us and we are at the starting point again… safely parked ourselves on the woods….then realized that sound came from a train which approached the spot after 5 mins or so (Pic. 14 & 15)…. First time I was standing this closer to a goods train… it was scary and made me sick for some reason…. The frequent brakes from the wagons raised a disgusting smoke made us feel more sick…. It took around 4 mins for the entire train to cross….. well after that we immdly walkd inside and kept our pace up….

Pic.14 : After 2 mins panic situation:




Pic. 15: The monster took the room



4.30 pm…. We wer walkng… not enjoying the walk or the nature or any hell ……all we need is some hope to get away…. We spotted another goods train crossed…we thought of asking for a lift…. F***g crazy !!! thaz wat it meant when the engine driver gave that sort of smile…. We felt pity on ourselves and kept walking….at one point we spotted a railway signal on the side of a bridge…. Our hope are lighted…. This sort of signal normally exists ahead of a station…. We wer happy…charged up inspite of no-fuel ‘us’….


Pic. 16 : Stop man...Oyeeee!!!

Pic.17 : Did u notice? its evening already

Chapter 3 : Ray of hope

We got the glimpse of this station view lying 700 mts away from us…. We all shouted out of joy… yes, success, lets get away, I need food, ………. Pure pleasure of happiness(Pic.18)…..Not for long….. Its not a happy ending movie yet…. We din kno that we are in the middle of the movie that time…. Oh yeah … read on ..!!!!


Pic.18 : Reached 'Yedakumari' after a hard day's walk

We entered the station platform took some snaps…we went further tried to go out of the station ….. hahaha… hahaha…. I cant stop laughing man… I love this … u kno what?… there is ‘only’ a bloody deep valley jus outside the station and not even a foot path….. we all laughed like the heroine’s dad in the munnabhai movie….now, go through the list of bad news we got after this point….

- No road transport from this station at all…

- The labours or staffs working in the station will go out like once in a week or smthng by means of goods train or railway engines crossing that way

- The next nearest station is 15 kms away (Gundya – remember wher the driver is waiting)

- There are no passenger trains in that track and the next goods train is after 2-3 hours and if the driver is kind enough he will give a lift…

- The station master and his subordinate are the rudest animals we spotted in the jungle…
o They denied to give any food for us
o They gave a dirty look when we askd for some help

- Walking further in the track after evening is absolutely dangerous survival is 0.1 probability

- It is cold already and situation will be worse… we are sure

Pic. 19: After all....... itz a developer's situation (no reward even after hard work)

Food…. We all needed it …. No strength to walk or think or do anything at all… few of us felt giddy… we need food…. Food…!!!!

We are ready to give any amount … we need some food … please…. No onez ready… the labours wer helpless as they themselves have enough food for them… all said ‘we don’t have food’… the station master and the co master idiot showed no mercy and they totally ignored us…. We have no choice … keep the fingers crossed for the quickest arrival of the next train…. Atlast after 3 hours our prayers wer answered (that’s what we thought) by the horn sound of the goods train… it appeared as a hope sent by god…we asked the railway staff to help us get in to the train…he jus told us to go and get on the engine…. We ran.. we wer happy… we are happier… we are the happiest… we reached the engine.. all got in…it shouldn’t have happened… the driver din wanna take us in… he shouted at us to ‘GET OUT’… I immediately throwed a lie telling ‘Sir, one of our friend is suffering from high fever and we need to admit him immediately’…. He listend and said ‘ GET OUT’…. ‘Widh Oout my Peermission you Canoot ender in to my drain now Ged Oout’..very obvious … my dear engine driver from the state of coconuts….unusually rude…

I thought from his shoes…. We all looked fit young guys…We are 7… We may be Naxals or terrorists… Its night 10 o clk…. The driver is alone in the engine with one another labour… so, physically no power to fight back incase of worst happens…. Hez right therz no need for him to help us… from his point the probability that we are safe passengers is 0.1…. Thaz why he din wanna take us but he was rude beyond the boundaries…. We cant do anything…. Jumped off from the train cursing our fate…

We slowly walkd back to the platform… there were these 4 guys (railway labours I guess) adviced us to catch up the guard in the last compartment…. They mentioned hez good and he may take you…. We rushed back to the last compartment and we literally begged the guard…. Yes, the guard was kind enough to take us at some cost (of money ofcourse)… we give damn about the money… I quickly called all my mates… Believe it !!! the guard got the news from his walkie talki that ‘the front engine got derailed from the track’… oh my gosh….. wat do u call this as????

We were shocked and have no idea about wat to do next…. We went to the station master and he said that no train transport until the track is fixed and this goods train moves off…. And he himself don’t know how fast will it get completed…. We had no energy to do any more thing… the other guy in the station showed us a hall like thingy and asked us to sleep for the night…. We had no blankets, no mattress, no bed, nothing….all we had is our own clothes… luckily I had my sweater and 2 more tshirts….i weard all the dresses I had and still felt too cold…. I cant sleep due to hunger and cold factors…. Some how dozed away due to extreme tiredness….

Chapter 4 : Day II

6 o clk in the morning…. I got up hearing an engine horn…. I was eager to know wat happened with the broken track…. One of my mate and me went out to check the situation… not much work was done…no one is sure about wen all these gets over…. We are confused…. More hungry…more anger…more frusturation… desperation ruled all our minds…. We begged for food here and ther …all in vain…. One good person among the railway labours managed to make some milkless tea for us…. Oh man that was so refreshing….tho doesn’t fill our stomach…. Lots of tea powder and loads of sugar gave us some refreshment and quick energy…. We enquired about the jungle route to some road…. We decided to walk out rather waiting for the fix… (Pic. 20)

Pic. 20 : Lets continue.... therz no life here : ( We walked back say around 1.5 kms in the same track… as the good person (who gave us tea) mentioned, we got the spot wer therez a narrow messy foot path that goes in to the jungle…. We all are not totally with this idea to break in to the jungle… but part of us (includes me) were desperate to find some way out rather waiting in between animals ( I mean the railway employees there)…. Arguments started to crack in…. debate on wther it’s a right decision or not…. I made up my mind that am not going back at any cost… I gotto go…. I seriously gotto take this risk to go soon…. I cant wait any more …I cant bear being hungry…. Most of us was with us… (I meant the idea of going forward)….sooo otherz came along though half minded…. We kept climbing the totally messy path mountain… it was dense, beautifu but scary to us… we cant even run if some thing attacks us…

Pic. 21: Frequent breaks when we walkd back for life
Pic.22 : On our mission .... Still - Never say dieeeee

Chapter 5 : The Life

It was hard 2 hours walk….. and there you go finally we found a little house (Pic. 23)... existence of a village guy showed raised all sorts of hopes… we all wer happy… he took us to some water resource… we drunk enough and he also gave us a water bottle (did I mentioned that our old water bottle was lost in the engine wer we got in and got out?)

Pic. 23 : Lemme breath


We walk more 200 mts and saw a big shelter like thing where 2 people cooking lunch for 40 wood cutters working around…. We were drooling looking all vegetables and the smell of cooking… there were these two malayalis who offered some water… we told our whole story so far and requested for some food at any expense… he first royally rejected the request telling we have only for people who work hard here all day…. However after seeing our pathetic condition, he gave us a kind of boiled rice ball and a glass of tea (similar one we had earlier)… trust me we felt heaven in us when we eated that….. he offered few more but we wer lil embarrassed as he was seriously nice to the 7 strangers….. they said the road is only few 100 mts away… and we all are completely delighted…. They also offerd us phone to call and intimate our families about our status….important point to note : one of their mates asked us wther we are here for some shooting…. Hahahaha… what a charge…. We guys started to fight for the hero role….


Pic. 24: Ayoooo foodu

Now I felt I can live comfortable until the dark…. Its around 11 o clk in the mrng… We touched the road right and royal in next few mins…. We again met more localites ther…we asked if we could get any hotel or something… as usual we explained our state of sympathy…. The people haven’t showed much response… ‘Therz an engagement (betrothal) function going on 2 kms away from here, so no one prepares lunch today at any near by houses… infact we are about to leave to the function’….. we cant do anything about it… we just moved to the shades near by and rolled in the grass to get some rest… we decided to wait for the bus and do whatever after reaching sakleshpur…. After 20 mins from that point… these guys came back with a big container with full of puliogare (tamarind rice)…. ‘Take it guys, we got it from the function hall’…. Oh man…. Why is the world turned so good all on a sudden… 5 mins from that point the container is empty… I took the privilege to wash the vessel…. We thanked the people with ‘Aanantha kanneer’ (Happy tears) inside…. Also we all wished the couple (in the function) … (pasila iruntha 7 peruku virunthu vachirukaanga do you think any one else would deliver a better hearty wish that we could?) They also said, ‘If bus don’t come, just walk to the function hall and we can arrange some food and a jeep to go to Sakleshpur’. (ayoooooo pothum pa pothum…. Enough….mudiyala…. I had no words) That was the point (ironically) we all felt that we shouldn’t offer any money to them thinking as a return favour and insulting their humanity…..

We got the bus around 1 pm…the bus stopped for lunch around 2.45 pm…. Thaz it… we filled up the tank… lots of petrol now… can live for ever… still !!! the movie isn’t over yaar… ‘Twist(s)’ is the name of the game….. We reached Sakleshpur finally around 5.30 pm…. Now what??? To call all the bloody humans and find out driver’s identity… our mates started calling all the numbers… we called his frnds and they sed ‘I have no idea where he is infact his parents are worried that he haven’t contacted’…oh man… is somthng happened to that poor soul…. I observed he was a bit rash the day before… I prayd nthng bad shdve happened… I thought its better to take a bus from sakleshpur… as I presumed the driver must be on his way back to Bangalore losing all his hope to contact us through phone… my mates was too kind with that person and had no heart to leave with out being sure abt his status…. 3 of our fellas hired an auto and went to the point wer we bought food packets the previous day… I took one of the other mate to make a brief search on the Sakleshpur busstand & railways station…. No use… both searches went in vain… we came back puzzled and a little scared (not again !!!) …the argument started on wat to do next… different minds…different thoughts…not good !!! its chaos…

Pic. 25: Watz next yaar?

The loud kailash kher song kicked off in some onez mobile…. My mate picked the phone… ‘Oh ya… wer are u??? gosh…. Thank god… are u ok… call your home and come to sakleshpur busstand soon … we are waiting’…….we all guessed it… ya man he is still in Gundya (the place we instructed the driver to be until we get back) …. Which is 2 hours away from Sakleshpur… great…. Super…amazing…. All are happy….


Pic. 26: Waiting for recovery vehicle



We all sensed the movie is nearing the climax…

and all ended well when we landed Bangalore rightly 6 hours from that point……

But…..

But …..

The movie is not over for one married guy in that happy crowd…!!!


*** THE NO-END ***

Agony !!!

Its Friday evening 9 o clk… Am still at my office banging on with the corrections (fixing bugs) for 1 dozen customer issues….

Burning with desperation to enjoy the weekend…
Looking at my past pics every 30 mins…
Laughing at other intelligents who still living around with me…..
Raging at ruthless PM’s and PL’s….
Breathing this totally artificial chilled O2 inside the cubicle….
Totally demotivated…
Completely drowned in agony….

Am dreaming…….What if I am a….

Farmer…. Lord of the lands : )

Have few acres of land in a village like 30 mins drive from nearest city in tamil nadu… employ 20 odd people to work under…grow seasonal vegetations…(like sugar cane, paddy, wheat….etc…) …decent profit to live a comfortable life… have a lovely ‘Ootu veedu’ (house constructed of red tiles..oops I dunno the exact English term)…. With a big gap in the middle of the Hall that allows rain fall/sun rays to fall inside..… wear vetti-sattai-thundu (village costume) all the time….eating the home cooked food every afternoon in the middle of the fields…. Cherishing the heavenly atmosphere of all good hearted human beings around who works with out caring appraisal or hike…. Bathing in the river/well every morning….

Above all….. love-to-live-like-this factor and the immense job satisfaction one will get…..

I don’t know if I wer dreaming like a kid with out imagining the complexities involved in that life but for sure you wont be thinking about

- building a house to save your tax
- buying a plot to invest for future growth
- growth opportunities in other IT companies
- bashing your manager/lead most of the times
- go for a good vacation to take a break from work loaded life
- deadlines nearing and new developments on the Q
- phone number of pizza and burger outlets
- American accent with opposite sex colleagues
- Relationships that involves personal growth (economic/career)
- Laughing for sick jokes of senior colleagues
- Gymming to stay fit in the unhealthy environment
- Onsite …Onsite… Onsite
- Next year’s hike & bonus
- Above all….. dreaming a pleasant life : (
- Etc…etc…etc…..

Tring… Tring…. (Trouble ringing...ayooooo)

‘Hey dude…. This is your lead, have u released the patches yet??? Hope you are aware that we promised our customers that today is the deadline… make sure u release it before you leave for the day…. Also, check out the developments left to finish…. I guess we have tough next 4 months…..ok man… catch you on Monday… have a great weekend’

Here the whole life is tough…. Next 4 months wont be new…. What is so great about weekends….thinking about Developments, customers, blab la bla…….

Can I restart my life?

So Soft-ware engineeeeru !!!

‘Machi already late night da…. We should have left earlier’, I told to my mate with a hopeless voice…. ‘Vennai, I told this 1 hour back and you din give a s**t… now polambingsssss’ I can see the anger in his sentence….

We all attending the farewell party hosted by our college telugu guys after the last day of the final year engineering course…. Ya, good 4 years passed by and we all were happy….

‘Seri…ok ok ok…chill out dude… after all its our party.. its only 1 o clk now… I will take you in 23 mins to home’…. I kicked my soul mate … I meant the black hero Honda splendour of mine…. There were 4-5 blokes living on the first floor of my house (tenants) who are (were) also my class mates in my college….This time I got one of em with me to the party in city center…. Our house is in the suburbs of Chennai and the city center is around 30 mins journey from ther….

‘Maaps (short form of maplai which means ‘son-in-law’ literally but no way means it) don be too rash or fast… go slow’…. He was begging me ..hahaha… I like it !!! I quickly parked my head in to the costly (400 rs.) helment and started to roll’…. It was mid june and no wonder the place is still humid even in the middle of night in Chennai… I was comfortable as the climate doesn’t bother me to slow down… Hardly any vehicles on road…. I was cruising to my home at around 70-80 kmph… taken the shortest possible route irrespective of the roads being no-entry zone or traffic police prone zone (as I got all the docs… needed to sneek away)…

We started from prince towers (egmore) and reached Choolai medu in 10 mins odd…
I took a no entry zone and went to a parallel road to take the short route… it’s a narrow connector road with lots of sharp curves… One dog was totally aggrevated by the noise of my vehicle and started to chase us…. There was other dog (sleeping 200 meters ahead of us) totally angry with this chasing dog’s voice and that too started running towards me… on an attempt to dodge this dog traffic I tried to do a smart cut and ended up skidding after getting past a hump….

Kreeeeeeeeeeeeech!!!! I din know what happened for next 20 secs…. After that I found myself 2 metrs away frm the bike… my left shoulder got a severe scratch… blood oozing out… big bang blow on my left knee with minor scratches all over the left leg…. I took my helmet off and found that it has got a big dent on the left side head spot…. Oh man …. Great escape…. Level 1 (My condition) is ok… I gotto check 2 more levels … next is Level 2 (My mate’s condition)… I looked back …. He came running towards me ‘Machi wat happened da… u ok there?? I detached and pulled away as soon as u started skidding…’ hahaha… super I like it…. He was totally safe with out even a single scratch…. What a friendship….lemme get well and kick ya a**… Level 3 (My bike’s condition) ayoooooooooo….. my dome (I got CBZ bike’s dome for my splendour on an expense of 450rs….) its broken…. Cha…. Total bad night : (

The beggars sleeping along the road side came towards me running and they were too good by giving me some water and the first aid that they kno…. They also took the bike for me and parked it along the side…. One of em asked me to go to hospital first…. But all we had is 32 rs…. Nthng more… as the trauma was not severe I decided to go home better… I need to answer 200 questions and cover up lots of facts… gone !!! gone !!! am dead man once I reach home…. I thanked all the kind human beings there and some how managed to get the bike running….

I crossed the Anna nagar Roundabout and heading towards thirumangalam with extreme pain on my shoulders…. Without knowing the biggest problem thaz gonna attack in another 111 secs…. There were a group of police men standing there near Blue star waiting for midnight hunt…. I was rightly caught… still I din bothered as I thought I got all the docs… ‘Where you guys coming from ?’ he asked in the most commanding tone… ‘Sir, farewell party sir from prince towers..’…I gave a humble reply with fulla agony….’Ok… get the papers’..why the hell these nuts asking me papers even though I haven’t breeched the traffic rules… karma… I don’t have any guts to ask anything…. I pulled out all the papers from the tool box where I kept those… ‘License???’ he starred at me…’Here…’ I pulled the card from my purse…’Ok.. where is insurance??’ … this time with more high voice…’Sir, it should be in there… how can it go missing’..i was puzzled…. ‘No, the insurance in this has expired 2 months back…where is the new one???’ he went mad…..

‘What the ….’ I dunno wat to do…. (Mavanay sethada nee)… I started pleading him..’Sir, I just met up with an accident and I am totally drowned already sir….I am sure my dad would have renewed the insurance… I will get the new copy tomorrow sir’… i showed a pathetic face…however the inspector was too rude…’What you thought am a fool…alright leave the bike… come with insurance tomorrow and get your bike’… he din wanna listen any more… I gave up after several attempts… My friend was a mere spectator all the time…. Wat else he could do… we started walking with out any idea about wat to do to get home…. We bashed those police men once we left the place…. Agony ..agony…agony…. jus an hour back I felt am the happiest person in the world… how ironic… crap !!!



We got PP70 bus near tirumangalam junction which goes to my place… we both sat in the last seat and slept one over the other thinking about the happenings…. And the following happened there after…

- convinced my parents that I was completely right with my bike riding and it was not my fault of leaving the renewed insurance docs…

- covered up the accident marks in my body with extreme difficulty


- went to the police station next day and claimed my bike back by writing a letter to inspector and also last but not least, at an expense of few orange juices to those b****s as a (forced) complement to do ther duty…


- comfortably lied to parents that it was those cops who broken my bike dome when they were transporting the bike….


- Got bullied by all my mates after that embarassing series(luckily my college days were over)

I wanted to get in to IPS and being a honest and public friendly officer…. After that devastating incident….(so kiddish isn’t it)… finally ended up being a software engineer blogging about this cho chaaad incident !!! (the least I could do) ; )

Think Think Think….!!!

Quiet long time aye !!! sema busy pa…. (please believe… believe… ada nambunga pa) anyways I started to feel that life is again goin monotonous both with office and personal life… nothing new and nothing exciting but there was a 2 day experience in the middle I wanted to share about which was very much intrstng….

I was so pissed off and not at all happy as am gonna attend a training on ‘Creativity, problem solving and decision making’ … crap its part of my development plan and I am supposed to take it… on top of that I had s**t loads of stuffs to finish off at my work place …..

It was Thursday morning and am fully drowned with no-mood-to-listen mentality… unwillingly I made to the training room on time which is like 1 million mile from my desk…. All the participants are new there and am not a good socializer in frst instance which made me feel more sick… no systems in training room means no chatting , no emailing, no time passing … ayooo I have to be in this desert for next 2 days…. I saw the trainer there… he was like heroine’s dad character in Kaadal movie…. So scary with his hefty appearance…. (machi nee maatna)

Ironically, those 2 days turned out to be the most intrstng part of this boring life spree am traveling on now… He started off with the introduction that made me to know abt the various ppl and ther background… fair… then he started off with 4 puzzles of different nature…. I managed to solve the first one with a clue, 2nd one i solved but thought the answer could be wrong due to too much logical thinking…, 3rd one was maths kinda puzzle but I thought lil different to arrive at a creative solution based on logic…. 4th one was very normal and little straight forward….. I was lil charged up as I was squeezing off my brain after a while… Then he started to explain how the brain thinks about each problem and which part of the brain (left or right) used a lot for a problem and how does it matters with personality ….. I started to feel the intensity of the heat… and I also felt its intrstng…. Wow !!! I exclaimed coz I wasn’t aware I spent 2 hours already in this class with out feeling a pain….

Got a hot cupa tea during the break and started lookin at the contents of the hand out for the first time… it was indeed intrstng… and I decided to give my best concentration as I trusted the person would be worth of with his amazing profile… The first thing stunned me was this… he asked generally ‘Guys, I got a question before you do this exercise… which part of brain you guys normally use?’ many said right, few said left.. few are confused …. So do i....’I guess I use both parts but am not a good thinker I believe’… …. I murmured in an unconvincing tone…. He throwed a crocodile smile (thaz how it looked) on me…. ‘Ok!!! Fill this questionnaire probably this may help you with your guesses about you’… I was curious… I filled the questionnaire in a flash… it has 20 questions with 2 options to answers for each…. The instruction was to calculate the number of option A and option Bs…. It was written at the end that if I have chosen more of option As then iam more a right brain user…. And vice versa… I was stunned to see I scored 10-10…. No wonder why am so confused most of the times…..Siva (trainer) given a philosophical smile on me and said ‘Ok dude…. Don’t think a lot just take this hand out and do as instructed’…

My curiosity now doubled… the hand out paper got around 20 phrases and I am supposed to pick those which suits me… I quickly picked and found 14 of em matches me… siva then had given another hand out of further instructions… That had a table with the information that what each phrase represents means is he a left brainer or right…. I counted…. And shocked this time… totally wacked… the result is 7-7… iam unique in that mini crowd…. Few others also claimed to be middle brain but ther results are not as accurate as mine…. However, shiva told that there is nothing special or good about this apart from such cases are very rare to find….. I was happy for a minute and disappointed to hear ‘ther is nothing much special about it’ (naa itha ketayna ivar kita…. Yethivitu erakarthungrathu ithu thaan pola)

This was a good start and I continued to listed about various ways of problem solving techniques, idea generation… most of the class room exercises happened as teams which made the course very much intrstng…. As a part of one exercise we are asked to create a worst tv show to telecast at 12-1 midnite which should turn out to be a big hit…. This was funny situation… we thought a lot and came out like a show that will blow up wat happens at the midnight of any one ….. it may be an intrstng show to a boring time pass…. All liked it …. One of the innovative guy in our team came up with this brilliant creation for the scenario…. Another team exercise made me curious was the scenario where an argument between a under looked software enggr and his lead who is desperate to finish up the ongoing project before the deadline… the soft. Enggr. Is so pissed off with his job as he was never recognized and now been asked to do over time shift to finish up the existing project…. It was a practical session done to emphasize the importance of role playing as part of problem solving… it was intrstng… ‘just put yourself in others shoes’ when ever you have problem with other people and then act accordingly… this is one big stuff I learnt…

I took the trainer away on the next day lunch to discuss about my work related problems and how to handle… he was very much professional and given an unbiased views about the problems…. I guess am much more clear about what is my problem all about and how to approach on it…. Wat more??? I have given him the best feedback (am sure he would have got the same from every one in every program he conduct)… and left the room with full of joy and enthusiasm with out bothering about the release I have to finish it by Monday eveng….

SHEER BRUTE THRILL !!!

This blog just express various people’s feelings during the last 3 balls of the T20 world cup tournament recently happened.

Background:

India batted first to put 157 on board. Pakistan chased well to reach 145 in 19 overs for the loss of 9 wickets. Last over.. 6 balls left and 13 more runs needed to snatch the shining trophy and prove they are the supreme power of the tournament.

Feelings…..:

Pak. - 19 overs – 144/9

Shoaib Malik (Pakistan captain sitting on the bench):

Oh god !!! I thought we are lost… misbah darling get those runs and prove the power of our religion. Atleast for our life (I don’t wanna get killed mysteriously after a shocking loss like our old coach)

Misbah (batsman who is about to face the first delivery from Jogi.):

Array yaar !!! I was expecting Bajji… wat the hell ??? this bowler is cheeky in this match and keeps me confusing on the approach… anyways… I remember the league match I played with similar situation… I shouldn’t mess up this time.

Dhoni (Indian captain):

Come on Jogi… I know I am gambling with you but thaz alright…. I don’t care if we win or loose… play your best cricket…. (don’t laugh dhoni is more a philosopher than a player) ;)

Runner in the other end:

Ya allah !!! please don’t make me to take the strike…. I am sure I will be dead with heart attack….

Joginder (the Indian bowler about to bowl):

All sharp people…. Made me to bowl last over so that they can put the blame on me… I feel like am a scape goat… anyway I don’t think I can get in to team even if I bowl well and win the match…. Lemme stay off the pressure and do decent bowling…

Harbajhan (poor victim of Misbah’s fireworks earlier):

Ahhhhhh !!! I totally messed up… good I haven’t taken any chance to bowl last over and take the worst curse from all of my country men.

Pak. - 19 overs – 145/9 (wide ball bowled)

Dhoni : F**k
Misbah : Yesssss
Shoaib : God is great !!!
Harbajan : Me great escape ;)
Sharukh khan : Chak de India come on !!!!

Pak. – 19.1 overs – 145/9 (Dot ball)

Dhoni : There you are my boy J
Misbah : Ya kudaaaaa
Javed miandad : Teri *****
Venkatesh Prasad : Yes man yessssss get me some credit come on….
Gambir : Will I get man of the match !!!!
RP Singh : I should have bowled this last juicy over yaarrrrrr

Pak. – 19.2 overs – 151/9 (Sixer)

Indian fans : Jogi is an A** H***
Javed Miandad : I love you Misbah darling
Rohit sharma : Watz so great about it even I can hit like that
Harbajan : (again) great escape daaaaa !!!
Agarkar : Me too great escape …
Venkatesh Prasad : I can see myself in my days
Gambir : I think I wont be the man of the match


Pak. – 19.3 overs – 151/10 (Out – Catch India won the world cup)

Afridi : thatz it my house will be damaged by now in Pakistan
Inzamam : Hahaha this time shoaib malik will be accused for killing coach
Sharad pawar : Super advertisement ready for me and my party for next election
Dhoni : I love India
Misbah : Not again !! am sure whole Pakistan will curse me for another few minutes before realizing my original contribution and value.
Ameer khan : Why not I can take Lagaan – II with this…..
Sharukh Khan : I should not shake hand to Pakistan skipper by mistake
SA and England : Abba !!! we haven’t lost to the worst team.
Australia : Just miss… we should have got this candy… lets crush them next week in the tour to India
New Zealand: For us the win against India in Super 8 is the best moment lets escape with that credit
Jogi : I know they wont give the man of the match to me… lemme pretend like it was an ‘idea delivery’
Sreesanth : I showed (shouted/screamed/sweared) up a lot !!! I cant think my situation if I left this catch….

India won the T20 world cup – 2007… week to remember, memories to cherish for ever : )