Convolution of Confused thoughts...

Friday, July 24, 2009

The light of darkness

I have not written in long time! Now if I look back, it's hard to even guess what kept me away.
During the period I travelled, made a life changing decision, and pretty much slept over everything else. It was most definitely a period of hibernation, but a constant silence kept me awake. The in-

avertable sounds of silence, intermittently kept calling me, yet my body didn't respond. Soon I was in the outer space, where darkness was the only source of light. Once clarion, the calls of silence began

to fade. My mind was slowly dissolving into the darkness. I felt, the cosmic forces were slicing through my brain, iota by iota. Analyzing every bit of information I had, and then… erasing it!

Leaving the light of darkness blazing my eyes!

Labels: Abstract, confused

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Wednesday, July 30, 2008

The Old Man

Usually it takes me 45 minutes to drive office, but today it was taking longer. I didn't get lucky in any of the traffic signals. There were occasions, when I had to wait for two cycles of trafficking before I could leave the signal. Apprehensive about not being able to make it to the first meeting, I was honking my way out. I was twisting and turning through the vehicles, and definitely showed some skills of a typical cabbie at Bangalore.

I was quite close to the office now, and hopes started coming back that I wont be late for the meeting, but then, I had to wait again for some of the pedestrians to cross. My right foot was on the acceleratior, so that I could push as soon as the last person goes out of sight, but it was taking longer. I used the only weapon I had, I honked. Then I saw, it was a old man who was walking. Slow and shaky steps. I was surprised he didn't have a walking stick to support him. There was no one to take him to the other end of the roads, and to add to his malady, I honked. He didn't even look at me, may be he didn't have the energy enough to turn his head.

This incident forced me to think, do we forget few basic things in life in our busy schedule? Do we give enough respect to people who probably were as fast and ambitious as we are now, the elder generation? Do we care about someone's pain? Do we ever look back and see if there is a friend left behind? Are we really taking care of our familes the right way?

I am not sure....

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Tuesday, June 06, 2006

666

Saw an interesting article ... Something about my name ??

http://www.ibnlive.com/news/666-beware-todays-the-day/12343-13.html

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Monday, May 29, 2006

Licence to Kill

Last Tuesday the hidden shame in me won the battle with my laziness and forced me to appear for the driving test for the Learner's licence taken 3 months back. It is also not for public information that the Driving classes were taken 1 month even before that, a few of which I took the liberty of bunking just to keep alive the college heritage. However, like those brave warriors who don't let their lack of practice let their moral down, I put my boots and shot off for it. Prelude: Its not that I never had a Licence, I got my two wheeler license two years back and it enjoyed the stay in my pocket for precisely for a month or so, and as great a man I am I never kept a copy of it anywhere in the space! So had to apply for a two-wheeler licence also along with the LMV. Soon I stopped my bike at my agent's office and he began his qs. as soon as he recognized my face. Agent: Saar, when did you get this Learners Licence?Me: Aah! Lemme check the date .... its aah ahh ... oops 3 months back! Agent: Saar, you paid some Rs. 700 advance todays work will cost you Rs.700 more.Me: Ok! (And it came out more like the qs WHAT???) Agent: Saar, do you want a booklet or a card saar?(now I know this one, i saw many of my friends flashing their pale yellow Card to cops)Me: There is one that small ID card type thing, right?Agent: yes Saar the Card.Me: ok Get me thatAgent: That will be another Rs.350 saarMe: Woh! Ok ... take this He then filled some documents and asked me to give it to the Asistant RTO. As I stepped into his office I saw him shouting at people at a roof propping voice for why the candidate's father's name in One document is Lakshmi Narayan and other had Lakshmi Narayan L. I quckly checked my documents to keep myself at a safer side, and soon realised why most of us go through an Agent to get a Licence. The documents had fields which started with a 'N' and rest of it were missing because of a faulty old machine in use, the ones I could actually read, I couldn't get head or tail of. Anyways, I gave the documents to the officer and he accepted them without much Questioning. Now was the time, I had to attend the tests. The inspector arrived at the site. I must say he was an immensely talented person, who succeeded in shaking and breaking my long carried confidence with mere a look. The inspector asked my name, and instructed me to ride the Bike first. This was a cake walk. After all I have been riding two wheelers for last 12 years. I started early at around my seventh standard when I once decided to use my fathers scooter as menace to flee away from him, when he was chasing me with a stick for doing just a small mistake of Skipping a Half Yearly test, which my Principal exaggerated and bloated into an issue. However my attempts failed when the scooter decided to take off like a plane rather than the simple un-harmonic straight motion, only to land in a drain nearby with me being the carrier of the scooter now. I also have this long experience sneaking away from cops through the small streets where the kids particularly had fun in throwing stones on me and dogs taking a few bites of my pants. I took the bike and rode as instructed by the instructor. Now it was the time of the Car, they were allowing two people at a time and a helper and the instructor, instructor and one candidate sitting being, and the driver and the helper in the front. Soon my turn came and I took the wheels. Just before entering I got a glimpse of that look again. Now all my fellow applicants had already instructed me, "whatever you do, don't shut down the car", and I took their words and gradually pressed the accelerator even before releasing the clutch, and it created a huge sound before departing. Now the sound, the looks all contributed to my feeling that I cant do this, I trusted the steering more than my own handling and almost let the steering go, which fortunately for me took the direction named straight (Remember the simple un-harmoning straight motion), however soon a turn came, and it neither my pal steering knew nor me, the car uncle was confused aswel and he showed his concern with some unhappy movements, somehow my hands took all of us through the turn. As i was relieved with the straight position held by Car uncle, the instructor planned a new conspiracy against me. "Reverse the Car". Me: I am sorry?Him: Take it Back!Me: Ok I put the car on reverse gear and as I looked back to see the position of the Car, I looked straight at the face of the inspector, and at this time even the traces of Confidence in me said a Good Bye. Car uncle took several random motions before, the helper applied the brake. Soon I came out, and they asked me go to another official, where I had to sign, he was also taking Rs.100 from everyone. When I went to sign, he said "Rs.200 saar". Me: Why? I saw Everyone giving Rs.100 He came close to me, and whispered in my ears, "Saar usually at your driving we reject the licence, but we are making some adjustment here". I gave Rs.200 and came back home. Finally I got it ..... So here we go........

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Thursday, February 09, 2006

Change

Well things change, but not always for good, hope this one comes with something good. So here are some changes for you. Those who complained they were not happy reading the blogs as they didn’t get the opportunity to objurgate my writing and humiliate it in public .... the comments, so now there is an option for commenting (Aah! Dare not to give a positive comment. Anyone found guilty of doing so can be assured that s/he will get similar moral deprecating remark in his/her blog too, thanks to people who read me. If s/he doesn't blog they can expect worser). The sitebar in the right will show you how many others had the same pleasure. I will soon come up with some links where you will get better things to read.

A Disclaimer to tell you if I copy, you can shoot me. :)

Stay tuned!

Meanwhile enjoy this ad

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Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Ek baar Phir Se .... Rang De Basanti

The Post below is Author's own point of view

Usually I refrain from talking about Movies, for I have stopped watching them long back, for I lost faith on them, for I was sick of watching guy-and-girl-falling-in-love-and-their-parents-have-family-rivalry movies, for I was sick of movies picked up from famous foreign movies and presented in a daytime assassinated form.

However I felt Rand De Basanti deserved a different attention. Its not just a movie which doesn’t fall in the above categories, it has more to it.

I have always observed a fact, each one of us has a hidden patriot inside us. On an usual day we eat, we sleep, we work and we crib about our country. However, when someone disgraces us we spring back to defend .. the Pride that we bear within.

The movie can sure stir up your soul to bring out that Child-of-the-Nation in you. A conceptualization which can sure make you say .... Rang De Basanti ...

The movie starts with a London based film maker whose grandfather served the British Govt. in India during British Reign wanting to make a movie on Indian freedom fighters. Beginning with fun moments among few friends from Delhi University and an Airforce Fighter Pilot, who just as any other college students enjoy the fun life are however worried about the future responsibilities and life which is waiting for them outside Campus. These people as usual hates the existing conditions of the country and hence don’t care where the country is heading. Some of them as usual wants to get out here.

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Tuesday, October 11, 2005

An Eventful Weekend

A fine Saturday Night

8:30 PM :-
The Author was preparing for a highly demanding test the next day with an ambitious attitude, and suddenly then author's mobile rang
Caller(Subject): You don’t care for me anymore
Author: What on Earth! Its not so. What makes you think that?
Subject: Yes it is!
And then the subject explains a lot of things which the Author used to do earlier and he doesn’t anymore.
Author: No Dear its not so! I am a bit busy, that’s all! You know right I am preparing test?
Subject: Earlier also you were busy, but I never felt this way!
Author tries to be the conversationalist and tries to handle the situation with Diplomatic explanations to bring the matter to peace. However, the Subject continues at her stand. And then ....
Author: IT IS NOT SO...... ^%$#&%$&#%$*&#*$$#*^$#
Subject: Boooooooohuhuhuh

Subject hangs up the phone.

Victim sends few messages of apology, No response !!! Tries to call again and again No response.

8:50 PM: Author calls up a friend .... What time is next flight to Chennai?
Reply: "No Idea"

Now the Author runs out, gets a Telephone Directory from a nearby phone booth.

9:00 PM: Author calls the Airport
Author: "Any ticket available to Chennai NOW?"
Attendant: "Yes Sir"
Author: "What is the fare"
Attendant: "Rs. 3980"

Author shocked, but prefers to be silent, he has no choice anyway

9:30 PM: Reached Airport. Asks another Airlines. Booked Ticket..... Cheaper! (But still ends up elevating credit card bill by an eyebrow raising amount)

10:10 PM: Flight took off.

Pilot announces the flight will take 35 mins to reach, which means the Author has exactly 35 mins to prepare a speech to make ends meet!

11:00 PM: Landed at Chennai
Buys gifts (More money)
Took an auto to her home....(still more money)
11:45 PM: The Author reached her home. Subject comes out. First few moments .... No Response .... Author tries to say something! Fails! Tries again!

Finally a smile ......... Phew!

PS: The names of the involved people have been changed to protect the Author from possible manhandling

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