Dhanya was confused as to how to celebrate the new year's eve. Should she party all night with her friends or stay at home with her family glued to the television. She had a better idea.
After searching all the places, she found the idea she was searching for...oops... the person. Prem! Who else! He was sitting alone on the rocks looking at the calm sea on that last night of the year. Dhanya sat besides him and teased him, "Is this the way you celebrate the new year, Mr M.F Prem."
Prem didn't want to show his inner feeling to her. He was surely missing his girlfriend Simran on that beautiful occasion. "M.F ! As in M.F. Hussain", he inquired.
Dhanya gave a nice smile, "No...As in M.D, M.A, M.C etc. If M.C stands for Master of Ceremonies, M.F stands for Master of Fantasies"
As they talked, a young guy was moving towards the edge of the rocks. Prem stopped him midway and questioned him, "Young Man! Are you planning to jump into the sea?"
The young guy with a straight face, answered positively, "Yeah.. Its the entrance to my world."
Prem said jokingly , "Your world... Now where that could be... Is it the universe ?"
With Prem around, expect the unexpected, as the answer again came in positive "Yes.. Its the universe. The reflection you see in the waters of the sky above is the entrance to my world."
Dhanya looking at the T-Shirt(It read 008 and that too written in the bond style), whispered to Prem, "He must be a secret service agent on her majesty's service. Look at his shirt."
The young guy looked at them both , "Come out of the reel world, girl. I am the guardian angel for the year 2008. I was in the driver's seat for the 365 day trip around the sun. Its time to return home."
After some more questions, Dhanya and Prem were convinced about his identity. Dhanya queried, "You are a young man. But you seemed to have lost some hair. There is black spots around the eyes. Wrinkles on the face. What happened? You seemed to age quickly."
The guardian angel replied with a stiff face, "Thats because of the things you, humans made me see. I saw more of guided missiles and misguided men. I saw weapons of mass destruction but nothing for growth or nurturing. I saw Scientific power rising and spiritual power eroding. I saw stupid people sure of things and intelligent people full of doubts... " **
He had not yet finished when something fell from the sky directly upon him and 008 was thrown into the Sea. Prem and Simran looked at the sea hoping he would resurface. Presumably OO8 has gone back to his universe because 009 has gate crashed into this planet. 009 really looked like a better secret service agent with a Reed and Taylor suit armed with a bulletproof vest, a remington revolver and a thuraya satellite phone etc. Though he had a great body, there were many syringe marks on the arms that made Dhanya doubt as to whether this angel was infact a drug addict. The guardian angel read her mind easily, "Inquisitive mind! The armory is because there is travel advisory warning for guardian angels and other souls moving to the Planet Earth. The threat level for this planet is elevated or Yellow, that means too risky. And I am not a drug addict. Your Earth is filled with so much of diseases that I need to take all these injections before coming down. Hepatitis B vaccine, to Measles-mumps-rubella vaccine to Cholera vaccine...."
Dhanya couldn't tolerate it, "Stop it! You are sounding as if my planet is something like a hell. Its not that bad at all. There is still love and innocence left on this planet"
The guardian angel, "That I can see from you two people. But don't allow to sit it just there in your hearts. Make it epidemic. Spread it to as many as possible. I am in the drivers seat. I can't dance. Making the trip memorable and a pleasant one is with the passengers. "
Dhanya looked at Prem and announced jubilantly, "Do you know what does that mean ? That means we have to go out and Party to-nite. Lets Join the Beach Party over there and spread the message of love"
PS ** Worked around with the quotes of Betrand Russell and Martin Luther King Jr
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That was my 100th blog post. And I am really blessed that it fell on the occasion of New Years Eve.
I take this occasion to thank all my readers for their support and encouraging words.
Namratha, Meira, Priya, Keshi, Aayushi, Lena, Abhishek, Tara, Anwesha, Fiza, Sameera, Jyothi, Farhana, Wilfred, Tirumalesh, Vinit, Manish, Deepak, Srinivas, Laxmi. There are lot of others like The Charmed One, MOI, Nikita etc.
I hope I will be able to continue this journey consistently even in the future.
Wishing all of you, a happy and prosperous new year.
Tuesday, December 30, 2008
Sunday, December 28, 2008
The Question Time.
I have been facing some job interviews these days. They bombarded me with lots of questions regarding my personal and work life.That was too stressful. But not this one.
Here is a beautiful tag from that wonderful girl called Priya.
RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.
1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
I hope such a day doesn't dawn. I may not be able to bear it. If that happens, I would be crooning with tears .' Jab Dil hi Toot Gaya... Ab Jeeke Kya Karenge' :)
2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?
See a movie made from any of my scripts. Never ever tried to market them.
3. Is there any person, at whose face you wanted to throw your slippers/sandals/shoes at ?
There are many and I don't have that much pair of slippers/sandals/shoes.
4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Read somewhere and suits quite well, "I would stop dreaming and start living life full king size"
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
May be. Love doesn't knock the door and enters. It will lie to you later, "I knocked. You didn't notice"
6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Remember this quote, "Being loved and loving means feeling the sun from both the sides' and who doesn't want to enjoy it.
7. How long would you wait for someone you love?
If you love someone and trust that person, you need to wait.... time doesn't matter.
8. If the person you like finds someone better than you, what would you do?
Never hold anyone so tight that letting go becomes difficult. But I feel this is only a quote.
9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?
Fight against Child labor and human trafficking.
10. What takes you down the fastest?
Talkers. You see them everyday on the television, in the papers and at the functions.
11. Would you like to have the job you love or love the job you have ?
Its difficult to say. If someone says that He will pay me monthly salary for posting 20 posts in a month, I may not be able to give the best then. It's little bit confusing na.
Sometimes I feel some people go to their grave without giving the world what they have in them.
12. Darna mana hai... But what is the thing that you fear most?
Fear of being lonely. I don't like to be left alone.
13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?
A sweet and innocent little angel.
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
In love, one shudn't say that we will live life somehow, you should rather say we will live life the best way. The best way would be to be financially secure.
15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
Open my eyes.
16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?
Let's call Heads or Tails. Remember this one-liner "My Girlfriend told me I need to be more affectionate. So Now I have two girlfriends."
17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Definitely Yes. And not only in relationship, but everything that matters like friendship, family, etc.
18. What's eating you now?
No Dinosaurs or Cannibals in here. My Thoughts for my 100th blog.
19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
In relationship. It make your brain cells work even when u sleep.
For this I tag
Cindrella
This may help you in the campus interview :)
Meira
Where are you. Missing in Action since last one week. Hope you are in the best of the healths.
Abhishek
I expect some fun lines and gags from you on this one.
Keshi
Well Girl!. We are waiting for you and your comments on our blogs!
Vinit
Its time the married bachelor answered some questions. :)
Others too can take this up.. :)
Here is a beautiful tag from that wonderful girl called Priya.
RULE #1 People who have been tagged must write their answers on their blogs and replace any question that they dislike with a new question formulated by themselves.
RULE #2 Tag 6 people to do this quiz and those who are tagged cannot refuse. These people must state who they were tagged by and cannot tag the person whom they were tagged by. Continue this game by sending it to other people.
1. If your lover betrayed you what would your reaction be?
I hope such a day doesn't dawn. I may not be able to bear it. If that happens, I would be crooning with tears .' Jab Dil hi Toot Gaya... Ab Jeeke Kya Karenge' :)
2. If you could have one dream come true which one would it be?
See a movie made from any of my scripts. Never ever tried to market them.
3. Is there any person, at whose face you wanted to throw your slippers/sandals/shoes at ?
There are many and I don't have that much pair of slippers/sandals/shoes.
4. What would you do with a billion dollars?
Read somewhere and suits quite well, "I would stop dreaming and start living life full king size"
5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?
May be. Love doesn't knock the door and enters. It will lie to you later, "I knocked. You didn't notice"
6. Which is more blessed: loving someone or being loved by someone?
Remember this quote, "Being loved and loving means feeling the sun from both the sides' and who doesn't want to enjoy it.
7. How long would you wait for someone you love?
If you love someone and trust that person, you need to wait.... time doesn't matter.
8. If the person you like finds someone better than you, what would you do?
Never hold anyone so tight that letting go becomes difficult. But I feel this is only a quote.
9. If you could root for one social cause which one would it be?
Fight against Child labor and human trafficking.
10. What takes you down the fastest?
Talkers. You see them everyday on the television, in the papers and at the functions.
11. Would you like to have the job you love or love the job you have ?
Its difficult to say. If someone says that He will pay me monthly salary for posting 20 posts in a month, I may not be able to give the best then. It's little bit confusing na.
Sometimes I feel some people go to their grave without giving the world what they have in them.
12. Darna mana hai... But what is the thing that you fear most?
Fear of being lonely. I don't like to be left alone.
13. What kind of person(s) do you think the person who tagged you is/are?
A sweet and innocent little angel.
14. Would you rather be single and rich or married and poor?
In love, one shudn't say that we will live life somehow, you should rather say we will live life the best way. The best way would be to be financially secure.
15. What is the first thing you do when you wake up?
Open my eyes.
16. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously who would you pick?
Let's call Heads or Tails. Remember this one-liner "My Girlfriend told me I need to be more affectionate. So Now I have two girlfriends."
17. Would you give all in a relationship?
Definitely Yes. And not only in relationship, but everything that matters like friendship, family, etc.
18. What's eating you now?
No Dinosaurs or Cannibals in here. My Thoughts for my 100th blog.
19. Do you prefer being single or in a relationship?
In relationship. It make your brain cells work even when u sleep.
For this I tag
Cindrella
This may help you in the campus interview :)
Meira
Where are you. Missing in Action since last one week. Hope you are in the best of the healths.
Abhishek
I expect some fun lines and gags from you on this one.
Keshi
Well Girl!. We are waiting for you and your comments on our blogs!
Vinit
Its time the married bachelor answered some questions. :)
Others too can take this up.. :)
Thursday, December 25, 2008
The Tripple Effect
She had written many exams, but Simran never thought what went in the minds of invigilator who just strolled up and down the exam hall for three continuous hours.....until now. She knows it now as she stands in the shoes of the invigilator.
Among the many ambitious girls banging their heads to finish the tough Financial Management paper was also Savitha. Savitha was not fortunate like others as she doesn't go to any college for her graduation. Her orthodox parents were of the view that 12th is enough for a girl. She still persisted and as a compromise had to settle for a distance learning course. Now to give her papers, she has to come to the University, that too with a bodyguard, Her aged mother, who was always armed with a rudraksh mala and a stotra book. The Mother always had her thoughts blank because her husband, a temple priest, had given her a curse that If any thoughts occupies her mind, the thoughts would have the strength to become a immediate reality and haunt her. He wanted his wife to be always in the meditative mood. But that day Simran had other plans.
Bored by walking up and down the exam hall as an invigilator, Simran decided to play the fantasy game that Manjari Character In Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na played and so she fantasized the blackboard as a wide screen plasma television and started playing her imagination on the screen.
And who was the leading lady! Savitha! In Simran's flick, the simple and Gaun ki chori girl turned to a confident and a ultra modern chick, studying business management and now being interviewed by the Tatas. To a tough question of 'How will she succeed in this field which is dominated by men', Savitha answered cooly, 'Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult' **. And waiting outside for the interview to finish was not her mother but her boyfriend who was preparing to propose as soon as she steps out.
Unaware to Simran, her thoughts were being transmitted across the blackboard to the next room where the mother was sitting on the other side of the wall. The lady was receiving the mental signals crystal clear and they were being beamed to her mind as her thoughts. Even 1000 names of Vishnu was not able to stop the signals affecting her thoughts.
Simran then came back to reality, as Savitha asked for additional sheets. After handing the additional sheets, She thought that it could have been worse if Savitha had not fought for her cause.
Now she picturised the alternative where instead of pursuing any further studies, Savitha gets married at a very tender age. If the first one seemed to be a flick of the current era, this seems to be of yesteryears like the one starring Meena kumari. Couldn't have been more melodramatic. With a baby in her hand and one in stomach, she is forced out of the house by her drunkard husband onto the streets. Her husband promises her alimony but Savitha refuses it, "I dont want Ali's money or anyone else's. I want to be your charana dasi'. Savitha searched emphatically for something. Has there been a remote, Simran would have switched channels, but she was curious now of what on screen Savitha was searching. Is it her mangalsutra.... no... no.... her patidevah's photo... no... no... it was her mobile... she was dialing her mother's number.
On the other side of the wall, Savitha's mother was not able to bear the torture, "Shiva... Shiva", she cried out. And the attender turned towards her, "Did you call me, madam?"
At that time the exam ordeal was over and everyone was relieved except Savitha's mother. Three hours of screening had really borne a heavy impact on her. The thoughts had now taken a real form which was visible only to her and no one else.
The mother had to deal with three different Savitha's at the same time. Once she glanced at the parking area where the slim Savitha accepted her boyfriend's proposal and also a french kiss 'Aaaawwww' went the old lady at the sight.
Then she looked at her mobile to hear Second Savitha weeping, "Maa.... Mein Barbaad Ho Gavi.. Mein Kya Karo... Mein Ghar Aa rahi hoon".
And then at the original Savitha who stood in front of her, looking jubilantly and with full smiles.
The Mother was not able to bear the triple reality effect and she swooned and fell down. One of the senior teacher, also a medical practitioner, said that it may take two hours for her to recover. Simran looked at Savitha, "Good opportunity to have a look at the city and how it has changed in the last three years. Come with me, Girl."
(** Originally quoted by Charlotte Whitton)
Among the many ambitious girls banging their heads to finish the tough Financial Management paper was also Savitha. Savitha was not fortunate like others as she doesn't go to any college for her graduation. Her orthodox parents were of the view that 12th is enough for a girl. She still persisted and as a compromise had to settle for a distance learning course. Now to give her papers, she has to come to the University, that too with a bodyguard, Her aged mother, who was always armed with a rudraksh mala and a stotra book. The Mother always had her thoughts blank because her husband, a temple priest, had given her a curse that If any thoughts occupies her mind, the thoughts would have the strength to become a immediate reality and haunt her. He wanted his wife to be always in the meditative mood. But that day Simran had other plans.
Bored by walking up and down the exam hall as an invigilator, Simran decided to play the fantasy game that Manjari Character In Jaane Tu Ya Jaane Na played and so she fantasized the blackboard as a wide screen plasma television and started playing her imagination on the screen.
And who was the leading lady! Savitha! In Simran's flick, the simple and Gaun ki chori girl turned to a confident and a ultra modern chick, studying business management and now being interviewed by the Tatas. To a tough question of 'How will she succeed in this field which is dominated by men', Savitha answered cooly, 'Whatever women must do they must do twice as well as men to be thought half as good. Luckily, this is not difficult' **. And waiting outside for the interview to finish was not her mother but her boyfriend who was preparing to propose as soon as she steps out.
Unaware to Simran, her thoughts were being transmitted across the blackboard to the next room where the mother was sitting on the other side of the wall. The lady was receiving the mental signals crystal clear and they were being beamed to her mind as her thoughts. Even 1000 names of Vishnu was not able to stop the signals affecting her thoughts.
Simran then came back to reality, as Savitha asked for additional sheets. After handing the additional sheets, She thought that it could have been worse if Savitha had not fought for her cause.
Now she picturised the alternative where instead of pursuing any further studies, Savitha gets married at a very tender age. If the first one seemed to be a flick of the current era, this seems to be of yesteryears like the one starring Meena kumari. Couldn't have been more melodramatic. With a baby in her hand and one in stomach, she is forced out of the house by her drunkard husband onto the streets. Her husband promises her alimony but Savitha refuses it, "I dont want Ali's money or anyone else's. I want to be your charana dasi'. Savitha searched emphatically for something. Has there been a remote, Simran would have switched channels, but she was curious now of what on screen Savitha was searching. Is it her mangalsutra.... no... no.... her patidevah's photo... no... no... it was her mobile... she was dialing her mother's number.
On the other side of the wall, Savitha's mother was not able to bear the torture, "Shiva... Shiva", she cried out. And the attender turned towards her, "Did you call me, madam?"
At that time the exam ordeal was over and everyone was relieved except Savitha's mother. Three hours of screening had really borne a heavy impact on her. The thoughts had now taken a real form which was visible only to her and no one else.
The mother had to deal with three different Savitha's at the same time. Once she glanced at the parking area where the slim Savitha accepted her boyfriend's proposal and also a french kiss 'Aaaawwww' went the old lady at the sight.
Then she looked at her mobile to hear Second Savitha weeping, "Maa.... Mein Barbaad Ho Gavi.. Mein Kya Karo... Mein Ghar Aa rahi hoon".
And then at the original Savitha who stood in front of her, looking jubilantly and with full smiles.
The Mother was not able to bear the triple reality effect and she swooned and fell down. One of the senior teacher, also a medical practitioner, said that it may take two hours for her to recover. Simran looked at Savitha, "Good opportunity to have a look at the city and how it has changed in the last three years. Come with me, Girl."
(** Originally quoted by Charlotte Whitton)
Monday, December 22, 2008
Say No To War !
Prem went running towards his neighbor sweet sixteen Dhanya's house when he heard a loud shriek from her room. One needs to be caring for the neighbors and that too when she is a girl and alone in her house. On reaching the spot, Prem found an octogenarian in her room who seemed to have jumped out of a mythological serial. Prem didn't believe that the girl was bluffing when she told that the man came out of the painting that hung on the wall. All these strange things happened to him. The painting was of the Mahabharata war from the blind king Dritharastra's viewpoint. Though he was blind, the king was briefed up on every war moves and strategies by his loyal servant Sanjay who had been gifted with Divya Dristhi (divine vision).
The old man added to Prem's knowledge "Yo-Man, And that San-joy is me da. That blind man became so war obsessed after that, his Dil asked for more wars. So he sent me to future and made me cover all future wars. My divine vision got blurred as time passed by and I had to report from somewhere near the battlefield. From battle of panipat to Iraq War, I have covered them all for that old son of a *****"
Prem was taken aback by the language and had lots of questions, "What Happened to your language ? Mind You, there's a young lady here. And what brings you here?"
Dhanya comforted Prem, "Don't worry about me. I need more such vocabulary. You Know Calvin has said truly 'Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words' " Prem was also a Calvin fan and quickly agreed.
The old man smiled, "For the last some months, I had been with this A**-**** G I Joe covering the Iraq war. Now I have been informed that your country and its F****** neighbor are at the brink of the war."
Prem wanted to correct Sanjay, "You heard statements and came running down. This is a country of talkers and not doers da. They are only speeches and meant to sell newspaper copies and make people stick to the idiot box. And why at all do we need a war, Mr San Joy?"
But Dhanya answered in a sweet manner of her own, "Because enough is enough." And she began crooning this song from an old Anil-Jackie starrer, "Tan pe chot lagi hain; Samne maut kadi hain. Kishen ne Kaha Arjun Se; Na Pyaar Jatha Dushman Se. Yudh Kar. Haa Yudh Kar."
'Was she planning to become a cheer-girl for the Indian troops', thought Prem.
The old man smiled at the innocent Dhanya and turned towards the romantic Prem, "That blind king didn't want war in the begining. But it was imminent. Yatha Yatha dharmasya.........."
Prem interrupted him, "Cut that crap. For the protection of dharma, innocents lost their life even in that era. Arjun regained his warrior status, but his son Abhimanyu was cunningly killed. Bheema got his revenge against Duryodhana, but his son Ghatotkatch was slain ed....."
Suddenly Dhanya started weeping and when asked the reason, "Just some days back I saw the movie Ghatokatch where Little Ghattu helped Abhimanyu to get his girl of dreams. And now you are breaking the news that both were cruelly killed. It's hurting me.....Ohhh... Ghattu and Abhi" And she took the hanky and blew her nose hard.
Sanjay tried to convince that action had to be taken, "S*** Man, They have attacked the heart of your country da. You know what they say in your national game hockey, 'Best defense is a good offense'
Prem was corned with that statement. He found himself agreeing with the statement, but he was a peace lover and knew that war had only negatives, "Are we really prepared. Because we have defective bullet proof vests that takes the lives of police officers, MIGs that goes down taking with it many good soldiers, A bad economy with already many job losses, Corrupt politicians holdings positions of power wanting to take advantage of the situations. Are we really prepared for the war? Can we face the consequences ?"
Dhanya found this too complex, "Too many dependent variables to be worked out. This is much more complex than the calculus problem. Stop! I need a break".
Even Sanjay was confused, "I don't understand head or tail of politics or economics. In my times, Lord Krishna had a style which sent out the message that was very clear, 'Either you are with me or with them' "
Dhanya just had enough and announced. 'Class dismissed' and then played the background score from the movie Rush Hour. Prem and Sanjay couldn't take the argument further even if they liked to. They found their feet taking to the dance floor and matching step to step like Chris and Jackie did to the anti war song by Edwin starr in that movie. And to add glamour there was Dhanya and her swaying little dance movements. And what a song it was.
'War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........
War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker, War. Friend only to the undertaker...woo
Peace lovin' understand then tell me,Is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom, But Lord knows there's got to be a better way.
War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........'
The old man added to Prem's knowledge "Yo-Man, And that San-joy is me da. That blind man became so war obsessed after that, his Dil asked for more wars. So he sent me to future and made me cover all future wars. My divine vision got blurred as time passed by and I had to report from somewhere near the battlefield. From battle of panipat to Iraq War, I have covered them all for that old son of a *****"
Prem was taken aback by the language and had lots of questions, "What Happened to your language ? Mind You, there's a young lady here. And what brings you here?"
Dhanya comforted Prem, "Don't worry about me. I need more such vocabulary. You Know Calvin has said truly 'Life's disappointments are harder to take when you don't know any swear words' " Prem was also a Calvin fan and quickly agreed.
The old man smiled, "For the last some months, I had been with this A**-**** G I Joe covering the Iraq war. Now I have been informed that your country and its F****** neighbor are at the brink of the war."
Prem wanted to correct Sanjay, "You heard statements and came running down. This is a country of talkers and not doers da. They are only speeches and meant to sell newspaper copies and make people stick to the idiot box. And why at all do we need a war, Mr San Joy?"
But Dhanya answered in a sweet manner of her own, "Because enough is enough." And she began crooning this song from an old Anil-Jackie starrer, "Tan pe chot lagi hain; Samne maut kadi hain. Kishen ne Kaha Arjun Se; Na Pyaar Jatha Dushman Se. Yudh Kar. Haa Yudh Kar."
'Was she planning to become a cheer-girl for the Indian troops', thought Prem.
The old man smiled at the innocent Dhanya and turned towards the romantic Prem, "That blind king didn't want war in the begining. But it was imminent. Yatha Yatha dharmasya.........."
Prem interrupted him, "Cut that crap. For the protection of dharma, innocents lost their life even in that era. Arjun regained his warrior status, but his son Abhimanyu was cunningly killed. Bheema got his revenge against Duryodhana, but his son Ghatotkatch was slain ed....."
Suddenly Dhanya started weeping and when asked the reason, "Just some days back I saw the movie Ghatokatch where Little Ghattu helped Abhimanyu to get his girl of dreams. And now you are breaking the news that both were cruelly killed. It's hurting me.....Ohhh... Ghattu and Abhi" And she took the hanky and blew her nose hard.
Sanjay tried to convince that action had to be taken, "S*** Man, They have attacked the heart of your country da. You know what they say in your national game hockey, 'Best defense is a good offense'
Prem was corned with that statement. He found himself agreeing with the statement, but he was a peace lover and knew that war had only negatives, "Are we really prepared. Because we have defective bullet proof vests that takes the lives of police officers, MIGs that goes down taking with it many good soldiers, A bad economy with already many job losses, Corrupt politicians holdings positions of power wanting to take advantage of the situations. Are we really prepared for the war? Can we face the consequences ?"
Dhanya found this too complex, "Too many dependent variables to be worked out. This is much more complex than the calculus problem. Stop! I need a break".
Even Sanjay was confused, "I don't understand head or tail of politics or economics. In my times, Lord Krishna had a style which sent out the message that was very clear, 'Either you are with me or with them' "
Dhanya just had enough and announced. 'Class dismissed' and then played the background score from the movie Rush Hour. Prem and Sanjay couldn't take the argument further even if they liked to. They found their feet taking to the dance floor and matching step to step like Chris and Jackie did to the anti war song by Edwin starr in that movie. And to add glamour there was Dhanya and her swaying little dance movements. And what a song it was.
'War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........
War! It ain't nothing but a heartbreaker, War. Friend only to the undertaker...woo
Peace lovin' understand then tell me,Is there no place for them today?
They say we must fight to keep our freedom, But Lord knows there's got to be a better way.
War! ... huh... yeah....... what is it good for ?...........absolutely nothing.........'
Saturday, December 20, 2008
The Weekend with a Doctor
Prem's alma mater had this Great idea of making the Christmas weekend memorable for its old students. Each student would get a chance to spend the weekend with another student at his place and know his new way of living. Prem prayed that let his partner be the model Shriya, so that like Madhur Bhandrakar, he can get a 'meaningful' insight into the Fashion world.
But Prem had to be content with Dr Uday. This doctor who had studied and grown up in the concrete jungle, now had a clinic in a isolated location somewhere near the border between North and South Karntaka which was inflicted with Naxalites. When Prem reached the location, he felt as if he had landed in a Pre-Independence India.
While for Prem, the work days ended on friday evening exactly at 6.00 PM, for Dr Uday, his clinic was open even on Sunday mornings. Even the cinema theatres wouldn't be that full on a Sunday morning as his clinic was. In a span of sixty minutes the doctor had attended nearly 20 patients. What a stress! thought Prem. Prem used to relieve the stress at office by listening to music, by chatting etc. But the doctor had no such options at all.
Prem spent the afternoon and evening with other members of the family. After a sumptuous dinner, It was time for Prem to return home. Monday morning he has to be in the office. Hardly they had covered two to three kilometers, a villager stopped the car. After exchanging few words in a vernacular language, Doctor came back to Prem. "There is a emergency! It seems a baby has been taken seriously ill. Shall we attend it. It hardly takes five minutes." Prem had to say Okay.
The car had to be diverted from the main road. It was a very bumpy ride and Prem nearly flew out of the seat many a time. But the doctor had got used to the same. Prem had seen these kind of tracks and the jumps only on the video games. It took ten minutes when the car came to a stop. Prem thanked God thinking that they had reached the destination, but it was not the case.
From that point onwards, the road connectivity ended. They had to walk through what seemed to be very bushy area. Prem used to enjoy having a walk after the dinner with his i-pod playing soft music to the ears and the path, brightly lit by the street lights.
But here, the picture was different. It was hard to find one's way around the bushy path even with that gaslight. The mosquitoes were having a Christmas feast biting Prem all over his body. The howling and the hootings was all the music that was being played that night.
They reached the place, a small house. There was no other houses anywhere nearby. The house looked more like a small store room. A thin figure came out of the house and welcomed them and showed them the patient - a four year old baby boy who had high fever and was vomiting since the evening.Temperature was around 106 degree Fahrenheit and Dr Uday's face said it all. It was a medical emergency and the baby had to be taken to the hospital.
As Prem drove the car back to the hospital, Dr Uday applied heat removal technique by using wet cloths etc. On reaching the hospital, Doctor applied advanced techniques and with some medications, the baby was out of danger. Uday's five minutes had taken five hours. But Prem had no complaints. On his way back, Prem complimented Dr Uday, "I think it's a great feeling when you are the reason for a smile on someone's face, like that on the mother. Na," Dr Uday returned it with a smile, "Yeah. But not always, I am that lucky. And those times when I don't succeed, it really disturbs me. But Life and death is not in my hands."
It was only after noon, that Prem reported to the office. A colleague was explaining something about Santa Claus, probably for the next promo, "Santa is one who slowly comes in the night and gifts you what you need and brings a smile on your face."
Prem just felt the statement was so true and for him, Dr Uday was the Santa for the moment.
But Prem had to be content with Dr Uday. This doctor who had studied and grown up in the concrete jungle, now had a clinic in a isolated location somewhere near the border between North and South Karntaka which was inflicted with Naxalites. When Prem reached the location, he felt as if he had landed in a Pre-Independence India.
While for Prem, the work days ended on friday evening exactly at 6.00 PM, for Dr Uday, his clinic was open even on Sunday mornings. Even the cinema theatres wouldn't be that full on a Sunday morning as his clinic was. In a span of sixty minutes the doctor had attended nearly 20 patients. What a stress! thought Prem. Prem used to relieve the stress at office by listening to music, by chatting etc. But the doctor had no such options at all.
Prem spent the afternoon and evening with other members of the family. After a sumptuous dinner, It was time for Prem to return home. Monday morning he has to be in the office. Hardly they had covered two to three kilometers, a villager stopped the car. After exchanging few words in a vernacular language, Doctor came back to Prem. "There is a emergency! It seems a baby has been taken seriously ill. Shall we attend it. It hardly takes five minutes." Prem had to say Okay.
The car had to be diverted from the main road. It was a very bumpy ride and Prem nearly flew out of the seat many a time. But the doctor had got used to the same. Prem had seen these kind of tracks and the jumps only on the video games. It took ten minutes when the car came to a stop. Prem thanked God thinking that they had reached the destination, but it was not the case.
From that point onwards, the road connectivity ended. They had to walk through what seemed to be very bushy area. Prem used to enjoy having a walk after the dinner with his i-pod playing soft music to the ears and the path, brightly lit by the street lights.
But here, the picture was different. It was hard to find one's way around the bushy path even with that gaslight. The mosquitoes were having a Christmas feast biting Prem all over his body. The howling and the hootings was all the music that was being played that night.
They reached the place, a small house. There was no other houses anywhere nearby. The house looked more like a small store room. A thin figure came out of the house and welcomed them and showed them the patient - a four year old baby boy who had high fever and was vomiting since the evening.Temperature was around 106 degree Fahrenheit and Dr Uday's face said it all. It was a medical emergency and the baby had to be taken to the hospital.
As Prem drove the car back to the hospital, Dr Uday applied heat removal technique by using wet cloths etc. On reaching the hospital, Doctor applied advanced techniques and with some medications, the baby was out of danger. Uday's five minutes had taken five hours. But Prem had no complaints. On his way back, Prem complimented Dr Uday, "I think it's a great feeling when you are the reason for a smile on someone's face, like that on the mother. Na," Dr Uday returned it with a smile, "Yeah. But not always, I am that lucky. And those times when I don't succeed, it really disturbs me. But Life and death is not in my hands."
It was only after noon, that Prem reported to the office. A colleague was explaining something about Santa Claus, probably for the next promo, "Santa is one who slowly comes in the night and gifts you what you need and brings a smile on your face."
Prem just felt the statement was so true and for him, Dr Uday was the Santa for the moment.
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Christmas Gifts
Morning 9.00 AM is the most awaited time by Prem. It means the time when the post man rings the bell and it's the time when his neighbor, sweet sixteen Dhanya makes her morning appearance. That day, the postman had a surprise letter for him - a magical appointment letter. Seemed to have come from some far off fairy world. It was An assignment for Prem from Santa Claus himself- To find some kids eligible for his Christmas gifts. The appointment letter also offered free transportation and the cost of one assistant to be reimbursed..... all he had to do was speak out the assistant's name and the sledge, transporation vehicle will carry both of them together.
Just then Dhanya opened the gate and made her way towards Prem. He was surprised by her visit, 'Dhanya !'. Not long had he uttered her name, out of the blue, Santa's sledge appeared and whisked both of them away. Dhanya was terrified and shouted at her lung top, "Help! Help!" First Dhanya thought that she was being kidnapped like Ravana kidnapped Sita in his Pushpak Viman. But Prem was also confused and to Dhanya looked more like Hanuman than Ravan. He showed the letter and both of them quickly got grasp of the situation. Dhanya was his assistant for the assignment as he had inadvertently taken her name.
Now the destination. It was on auto pilot and all one was to do was to enter the Latitude and longitude. Prem wanted to go to some african country and Dhanya entered some latitude and longitude and some directions north or east. And Vroom! They landed in small african country of Eritrea. In front of them was a undernourished young baby of barely five whose bones were clearly visible. Prem was really disturbed and wanted to give the kid something. But he had come bare handed (He cursed himself for not following his mother's advice, 'When you visit the place where there is God or children, don't go empty handed'). But then the kid suddenly collapsed and..... No No..... the baby didn't die.... just collapsed. Prem was really disturbed. But not Dhanya. She was making the assessment like a medical student does.... "Suffering the effects of hunger and malnutrition ...If he is not fed on a consistent basis, he will grow up with lots of impairments." She definitely showed some signs of becoming a doctor in the future.
Prem couldn't stay there for long. He wanted to visit some terror-affected or war-torn region and Dhanya exactly knew where to take him. They were in the war torn area of Palestine. A beautiful girl of thirteen year old was there in front of them. Prem remembered how his mother always saw goddesses in young girls and worshiped them. But this girl seemed to be a shorter version of the ferocious Kali. With a AK-47 in hand, she threatened Prem and Dhanya and warned them not to keep a step ahead. Prem and Dhanya did make a move but not ahead but backward towards the sledge. But as they moved backwards, the studious Dhanya studied the surrounding, "Pieces of sharpnel... place seemed to be recently hit by a missile... a car completely destroyed.... possibly by a air strike... ."Hmm. Dhanya acted more like a defense correspondent. Prem didn't want to die at the hands of a girl... so they vanished from the place just like that.
Prem blurted out, "I had enough. Let's go to the silicon city, Bangalore." and there was this kid of seven years playing with his toys. What a spacious house... the disney channel was airing the kid's favorite cartoon show.... the toys were all over the place.... a maid was there to attend to the kid's requirements. The house was on the 15th floor of the posh apartment complex. Though he played with all kinds of stuffed animals and robots on a daily basis , it was only on weekends that he really gets a chance to play with his parents. The sun was setting and there was no signs of the kid's parents returning. But Dhanya had to return - otherwise her parents would come gunning for Prem.
When Santa Claus appeared, Prem and Dhanya had their report ready. The report was barely three lines and Dhanya read the report on behalf of Prem and she read it like she was reading a chapter from her English text book, "First, for the Kids of famine-stuck areas and places affected by furious acts of nature, we would like to gift them with food and shelter. Secondly for the kids in the terror-affected or war-torn regions like Palestine, we would want you to gift them with Peace and Calmness. And finally for kids with over-ambitious parents, gift them with parental love and care. There are still many..."
The reading stopped. Prem thought what had happened. Why did Dhanya stop? Then he realised that Dhanya had finished her revision for the day, drank milk, switched off the light and had gone to bed(in her room and in her house). It was time Prem stopped dreaming, switch off the lights and go to sleep.
'But Santa Claus! Please gift these deprived Kids', was his prayer before he retired for the day
Just then Dhanya opened the gate and made her way towards Prem. He was surprised by her visit, 'Dhanya !'. Not long had he uttered her name, out of the blue, Santa's sledge appeared and whisked both of them away. Dhanya was terrified and shouted at her lung top, "Help! Help!" First Dhanya thought that she was being kidnapped like Ravana kidnapped Sita in his Pushpak Viman. But Prem was also confused and to Dhanya looked more like Hanuman than Ravan. He showed the letter and both of them quickly got grasp of the situation. Dhanya was his assistant for the assignment as he had inadvertently taken her name.
Now the destination. It was on auto pilot and all one was to do was to enter the Latitude and longitude. Prem wanted to go to some african country and Dhanya entered some latitude and longitude and some directions north or east. And Vroom! They landed in small african country of Eritrea. In front of them was a undernourished young baby of barely five whose bones were clearly visible. Prem was really disturbed and wanted to give the kid something. But he had come bare handed (He cursed himself for not following his mother's advice, 'When you visit the place where there is God or children, don't go empty handed'). But then the kid suddenly collapsed and..... No No..... the baby didn't die.... just collapsed. Prem was really disturbed. But not Dhanya. She was making the assessment like a medical student does.... "Suffering the effects of hunger and malnutrition ...If he is not fed on a consistent basis, he will grow up with lots of impairments." She definitely showed some signs of becoming a doctor in the future.
Prem couldn't stay there for long. He wanted to visit some terror-affected or war-torn region and Dhanya exactly knew where to take him. They were in the war torn area of Palestine. A beautiful girl of thirteen year old was there in front of them. Prem remembered how his mother always saw goddesses in young girls and worshiped them. But this girl seemed to be a shorter version of the ferocious Kali. With a AK-47 in hand, she threatened Prem and Dhanya and warned them not to keep a step ahead. Prem and Dhanya did make a move but not ahead but backward towards the sledge. But as they moved backwards, the studious Dhanya studied the surrounding, "Pieces of sharpnel... place seemed to be recently hit by a missile... a car completely destroyed.... possibly by a air strike... ."Hmm. Dhanya acted more like a defense correspondent. Prem didn't want to die at the hands of a girl... so they vanished from the place just like that.
Prem blurted out, "I had enough. Let's go to the silicon city, Bangalore." and there was this kid of seven years playing with his toys. What a spacious house... the disney channel was airing the kid's favorite cartoon show.... the toys were all over the place.... a maid was there to attend to the kid's requirements. The house was on the 15th floor of the posh apartment complex. Though he played with all kinds of stuffed animals and robots on a daily basis , it was only on weekends that he really gets a chance to play with his parents. The sun was setting and there was no signs of the kid's parents returning. But Dhanya had to return - otherwise her parents would come gunning for Prem.
When Santa Claus appeared, Prem and Dhanya had their report ready. The report was barely three lines and Dhanya read the report on behalf of Prem and she read it like she was reading a chapter from her English text book, "First, for the Kids of famine-stuck areas and places affected by furious acts of nature, we would like to gift them with food and shelter. Secondly for the kids in the terror-affected or war-torn regions like Palestine, we would want you to gift them with Peace and Calmness. And finally for kids with over-ambitious parents, gift them with parental love and care. There are still many..."
The reading stopped. Prem thought what had happened. Why did Dhanya stop? Then he realised that Dhanya had finished her revision for the day, drank milk, switched off the light and had gone to bed(in her room and in her house). It was time Prem stopped dreaming, switch off the lights and go to sleep.
'But Santa Claus! Please gift these deprived Kids', was his prayer before he retired for the day
Sunday, December 14, 2008
Life is Precious
To keep himself fully occupied, Prem decided to visit his old friends. It was too late in the night when he made his return journey home. A police patrol vehicle stopped him and a senior officer started questioning him. The senior officer, a seasoned cop and a ex-neighbor of Prem, felt some vibrations and read the face, 'Come on, let us drop you at your place'. So Prem unwillingly jumped into the vehicle.
Just then an instruction was passed over their radio to move to a place where there was a double suicide. The paddy wagon proceeded towards the spot. The seasoned cop thought it wud be better to take this young chap with them.
Under the banyan tree, stood two young dead bodies, definitely a pair. They have strangled themselves to death. The cop who was there briefed them up on the events leading to the death. The new kid on the block enjoying the training had a wicked sense of humor, "Sir! You must have seen hundred such cases. I think you can write a good book on this venomous thing called love. Parental opposition... Betrayal ... etc" The seasoned cop, "Love is not venom. Even Honey, if taken in excess, would definitely cause vomiting. " Prem was confused as the girl's body had a mangalsutra dangling around her neck.
The cop on the duty briefed up, "The girl got married to someone else only last week. Seems that everything did'nt go fine. Call history shows calls to her lover before the event. Cant say what was there in their mind" The young trainee looked at the banyan tree and the coin phone that was just a branch away from it, "If only we can make the trees to speak, we would have been warned of the same. Haven't the R and D team ever thought about it.". The old officer remarked, "If that was the case, these trees would have thousand stories to tell and we would have to work sleeplessly for nights to come" While the cops were talking of the stories, Prem was thinking of the dreams with which those two souls must have died with.
The seasoned cop guided the duty officer, "Take the statements from the relatives and others..."
The trainee interrupted, "Sir. May I do it?. I want to see their emotional reactions. Most of the time I have seen such emotions and weeping scenes only on serials and movies. Please Sir." The seasoned cop was amazed by this trainee's heartlessness, "Go Ahead! But make it as nice as possible". Prem looked at the parents who were now burdened with some guilt conscious. They would be doing soul-searching, while the cop would be having fun throwing them all kinds of questions.
As both the young officers got busy, the old man looked at Prem, "This guy was on the pinnacle of his career. Such a drastic step at this juncture. I hope you understand, why I brought you over here. Youngsters like you have to think from the wider perspective and see the life as a whole. All dreams don't come true."
Prem gave a smile, "Should I say thanks for bringing me down here?. I have read somewhere that 'Man may have the right to create and bring a new life onto this planet earth; but he doesn't have any rights whatsoever to take any life, not even of his own."
With those words, he went back and sat in the vehicle with FM buzzing the song, "Har Gadi Badal Rahi Hain Roop Zindagi"
Just then an instruction was passed over their radio to move to a place where there was a double suicide. The paddy wagon proceeded towards the spot. The seasoned cop thought it wud be better to take this young chap with them.
Under the banyan tree, stood two young dead bodies, definitely a pair. They have strangled themselves to death. The cop who was there briefed them up on the events leading to the death. The new kid on the block enjoying the training had a wicked sense of humor, "Sir! You must have seen hundred such cases. I think you can write a good book on this venomous thing called love. Parental opposition... Betrayal ... etc" The seasoned cop, "Love is not venom. Even Honey, if taken in excess, would definitely cause vomiting. " Prem was confused as the girl's body had a mangalsutra dangling around her neck.
The cop on the duty briefed up, "The girl got married to someone else only last week. Seems that everything did'nt go fine. Call history shows calls to her lover before the event. Cant say what was there in their mind" The young trainee looked at the banyan tree and the coin phone that was just a branch away from it, "If only we can make the trees to speak, we would have been warned of the same. Haven't the R and D team ever thought about it.". The old officer remarked, "If that was the case, these trees would have thousand stories to tell and we would have to work sleeplessly for nights to come" While the cops were talking of the stories, Prem was thinking of the dreams with which those two souls must have died with.
The seasoned cop guided the duty officer, "Take the statements from the relatives and others..."
The trainee interrupted, "Sir. May I do it?. I want to see their emotional reactions. Most of the time I have seen such emotions and weeping scenes only on serials and movies. Please Sir." The seasoned cop was amazed by this trainee's heartlessness, "Go Ahead! But make it as nice as possible". Prem looked at the parents who were now burdened with some guilt conscious. They would be doing soul-searching, while the cop would be having fun throwing them all kinds of questions.
As both the young officers got busy, the old man looked at Prem, "This guy was on the pinnacle of his career. Such a drastic step at this juncture. I hope you understand, why I brought you over here. Youngsters like you have to think from the wider perspective and see the life as a whole. All dreams don't come true."
Prem gave a smile, "Should I say thanks for bringing me down here?. I have read somewhere that 'Man may have the right to create and bring a new life onto this planet earth; but he doesn't have any rights whatsoever to take any life, not even of his own."
With those words, he went back and sat in the vehicle with FM buzzing the song, "Har Gadi Badal Rahi Hain Roop Zindagi"
Wednesday, December 10, 2008
Mujrim Haazir Ho!
This was the announcement made in the court. And who was presented as the accused. It was Prem!. Following close and two steps behind him was Simran, his girlfriend! Now the people present were really confused. Has Simran sued Prem and dragged him to the court, the man who loved her beyond imagination. No!. Its not like that. Even Simran was the second accused.
Lets get a clearer picture. Its not the usual court with that blind folded lady holding the weighing scale and black and white dress code.
Prem was also confused in the initial when he saw fresh green everywhere. It seemed he was viewing the enchanting swiss greenery. Then he realized that there was no walls on the four sides and it was the court of the nature (Kudrat Ka Kanoon... Seems like a B-Grade Movie Name.... ).
Now a PIL has been filed by some elements of the nature(Don't ask me the names). PIL doesn't mean a Public Interest Litigation over here. Its a Personal Interest Litigation. Its in the personal interest of both Prem and Simran that this case is being fought. They were causing harm to themselves was the charge against both of them.
There doesn't seem to be any defense lawyer over there. Only one lady spoke for both of them. She wore a very traditional attire and her color was that of the pure Earth. 'Is she Mother Nature' thought Prem. Then he looked at the Judge who looked like he just came out of a coal mine and he was looking at his watch now and then. The Judge looked at Prem and said, 'Time waits for no man. Let the proceeding began'. The Judge made Prem clear as to who he was by emphasizing on the word Time.
'Mother Nature' stood up and looking at Prem, "It seems that you are hurting yourself and a whole lot of others by not being able to make a decision as to go along with your family or with your girlfriend. I mean there should be some time frame by which you should make your decisions. Its nearly a year now. Don't act like your government at the central and just make statements and promises. Don't make true the statement... Jaisa Raja Waisa Praja..."
Prem looked up at the judge and just said without arguing, "I plead guilty on charges of hurting myself and others" Simran looked at Prem with disbelief.
Mother nature continued, "You have been looking forward for Simran's love unconcerned about a lot of other things. ... including your career. You took time to help her out in her career. You prayed to God for her well being. You kept your mind occupied with her thoughts and nothing else. This is grave injustice to self. You have been an unproductive lot to the society of late. ..."
Prem was rather subdued, "I plead guilty for being indifferent to my career among other things"
Mother nature gave a final blow. "You are definitely guilty of being over possessive about Simran. You wished the forces of nature to help you in making her, yours. You tied her down and made her blind by your love. You could have been just a friend or a well wisher. But you wanted be something more.... and now she doesn't even want to hear your voice."
Prem didn't seem to refute any of the above, "I plead guilty of playing with a girl's emotions"
Mother nature moved towards Simran when Prem interrupted, "She is faultless. Don't question her. It's me who was trying to set right the relationship. It's me who forwarded the hand of friendship. It's me who forced her to love me with my sweet talks and good manners. Its me who showed her the dreams of marriage and a happy life. It was me and me alone.... all the time. "
So the time keeper.... oops... the blackie... thats the judge... "So you plead guilty even for the charges against your girlfriend."
Prem just nodded his head
The Time Keeper... or the Judge... looked at the jury which consists of three seasoned players. If one was a hot-tempered, the third person was a chilled out type and the person in between was rather unpredictable. After discussions, one of them got up, "Prem is already punishing himself for his mistakes. How can we punish him further. We help you, our master in rotating the seasons and making time happen. As everyone knows, Time is the best healer. All is left to you"
Now the mighty judge who controlled the time, decided to give his judgement after a small recess. He himself wanted some time to ponder over the matter.
Did Time look upon Prem and Simran gracefully or mercilessly..... Only Time will tell........
Lets get a clearer picture. Its not the usual court with that blind folded lady holding the weighing scale and black and white dress code.
Prem was also confused in the initial when he saw fresh green everywhere. It seemed he was viewing the enchanting swiss greenery. Then he realized that there was no walls on the four sides and it was the court of the nature (Kudrat Ka Kanoon... Seems like a B-Grade Movie Name.... ).
Now a PIL has been filed by some elements of the nature(Don't ask me the names). PIL doesn't mean a Public Interest Litigation over here. Its a Personal Interest Litigation. Its in the personal interest of both Prem and Simran that this case is being fought. They were causing harm to themselves was the charge against both of them.
There doesn't seem to be any defense lawyer over there. Only one lady spoke for both of them. She wore a very traditional attire and her color was that of the pure Earth. 'Is she Mother Nature' thought Prem. Then he looked at the Judge who looked like he just came out of a coal mine and he was looking at his watch now and then. The Judge looked at Prem and said, 'Time waits for no man. Let the proceeding began'. The Judge made Prem clear as to who he was by emphasizing on the word Time.
'Mother Nature' stood up and looking at Prem, "It seems that you are hurting yourself and a whole lot of others by not being able to make a decision as to go along with your family or with your girlfriend. I mean there should be some time frame by which you should make your decisions. Its nearly a year now. Don't act like your government at the central and just make statements and promises. Don't make true the statement... Jaisa Raja Waisa Praja..."
Prem looked up at the judge and just said without arguing, "I plead guilty on charges of hurting myself and others" Simran looked at Prem with disbelief.
Mother nature continued, "You have been looking forward for Simran's love unconcerned about a lot of other things. ... including your career. You took time to help her out in her career. You prayed to God for her well being. You kept your mind occupied with her thoughts and nothing else. This is grave injustice to self. You have been an unproductive lot to the society of late. ..."
Prem was rather subdued, "I plead guilty for being indifferent to my career among other things"
Mother nature gave a final blow. "You are definitely guilty of being over possessive about Simran. You wished the forces of nature to help you in making her, yours. You tied her down and made her blind by your love. You could have been just a friend or a well wisher. But you wanted be something more.... and now she doesn't even want to hear your voice."
Prem didn't seem to refute any of the above, "I plead guilty of playing with a girl's emotions"
Mother nature moved towards Simran when Prem interrupted, "She is faultless. Don't question her. It's me who was trying to set right the relationship. It's me who forwarded the hand of friendship. It's me who forced her to love me with my sweet talks and good manners. Its me who showed her the dreams of marriage and a happy life. It was me and me alone.... all the time. "
So the time keeper.... oops... the blackie... thats the judge... "So you plead guilty even for the charges against your girlfriend."
Prem just nodded his head
The Time Keeper... or the Judge... looked at the jury which consists of three seasoned players. If one was a hot-tempered, the third person was a chilled out type and the person in between was rather unpredictable. After discussions, one of them got up, "Prem is already punishing himself for his mistakes. How can we punish him further. We help you, our master in rotating the seasons and making time happen. As everyone knows, Time is the best healer. All is left to you"
Now the mighty judge who controlled the time, decided to give his judgement after a small recess. He himself wanted some time to ponder over the matter.
Did Time look upon Prem and Simran gracefully or mercilessly..... Only Time will tell........
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Now and Then
Some eons ago probably in some other yuga, in a Gurukul , a Guru was very worried about his student. True to his name, the student Sombaresha was very lazy and while he was still in the ashrama(Well... it may mean... Campus...) ,his friends had got their deekshas (Certificates?) and were placed in well off jobs (Some joined the Kings Court as consultants while others had set their own practice) . Sombaresha on the other hand, always failed in the agni pareeksha (Final Exams...). Guru called him to his ashrama and said that the student needed to do more saadhana (Revisions). The words like usual fell to deaf ears.
So Guru decided to try a new exercise, "My Son. Karma follows you wherever you go. If you do good karma, it will help you in your next lives. A Soul, it seems has to go through 84 lives before attaining Moksha (Liberation). I will show you one of your future life. Close your eyes and chant along with me. Lets go to Sarvadhari Samvatsar....Margashira Maash.... Shukla Paksh.... Parashuram Kshethr.....". Sombaresha was lazy enough to ask any question as to what that meant (To my readers, it means present day mangalore)
As the chanting intensified, Sombaresha saw a beautiful girl of 18 years old getting up early from her bed, an hour before the sun rises. The boy gave a knee jerk reaction, "Now! Where am I?"
The Guru asked him to approach things with an unbiased mind, "In that life, You are the Girl !"
The boy was overwhelmed and started dancing , "Wow! That's Great. I don't have to go to Ashram and do saadhanas and get deekshas and bikshas (certificates and alms)"
His joy was shortlived as he saw the girl who went by the name Dhanya, preparing to move out in the cold morning in her bicycle.The boy made a wild guess, "Probably she is moving out to pluck flowers to be placed at the Gods feet."
The girl cycled five kilometers and the basket was full of not flowers, but note Books. The destination was not a temple but a coaching center.
The boy quizzed his Guru, "She seems to be grown up. Why is she not yet married. Is it because she has not yet become a ......"
The Guru had a good outlook of the future, "Stupid! Stop thinking like that! In that age, girls have a lot of ambition and have got ample and equal opportunity to achieve the same."
Dhanya later moved to a college in a crowded bus (Hmm... the boy wished that someone had carried her in a Pallaki). At college, she dissected a frog (The boy feared that she would put it into her mouth... luckily it didn't happen), She dipped a white paper into some acid and made it red( Wow... thought the boy... she didn't require mantras to do that), She along with her team experimented with a self-made dynamo and lightened the entire classroom (The boy was amazed that without singing Raga Dipika, Dhanya had filled that room with light). She then smashed her head over a trignometry sum unable to solve it (Hmm.. the boy wanted to send Arybhata and help her. But he was not there in the ashram).
The Boy was really tired after going through her schedule and wanted to advice the girl, "Enough! Go and take vishranthi (Rest)"
But the word Rest doesn't seem to be in her dictionary. As soon as the college finished, she went to another coaching center as she had to prepare for the Common Entrance Examination. The coaching went on uninterrupted for one and half hours. The boy remarked to the Guru, "Even you don't give such a long pravachan (discourse). It seems that life in that Raja Karagrah (The Prison) is much better"
At last she came home, long after the sunset and went directly to her room where she was served her meals and milk. And again the books were out. She had assignments to complete and records to submit. Sombaresha wanted to stop the screening of the future telecast, "Enough! She can't be Me. Well! Guruji... I don't want that life... Save me Guruji " and saying so, he procrastinated before the Guru.
Guru said, "The Law of Karma has to operate. She has to study, Boy. She is competing with many people to enter a good gurukul (medical college) in future and become a famous surgeon like Sushrutha. That's why I tell you. You can help her to concentrate more easily and study effortlessly by concentrating on your studies now and earn some good karma for your future. Law of Karma does work, my Boy. Believe me"
The boy seemed to agree for the first time, but he had a doubt, "Guru, I may be a bad student. But the karma philosophy also says that every relationship repeats in each life. A mother in this life may become a daughter in some other life. So where were you in my life as Dhanya."
The Guru, "You saw the entire picture through my eyes. I was her neighbour, a young and a handsome gentleman called Prem."
The boy gave a smile and slowly hissed, "Guruji, In that life, as Prem, were you making a pass at me ?."
So Guru decided to try a new exercise, "My Son. Karma follows you wherever you go. If you do good karma, it will help you in your next lives. A Soul, it seems has to go through 84 lives before attaining Moksha (Liberation). I will show you one of your future life. Close your eyes and chant along with me. Lets go to Sarvadhari Samvatsar....Margashira Maash.... Shukla Paksh.... Parashuram Kshethr.....". Sombaresha was lazy enough to ask any question as to what that meant (To my readers, it means present day mangalore)
As the chanting intensified, Sombaresha saw a beautiful girl of 18 years old getting up early from her bed, an hour before the sun rises. The boy gave a knee jerk reaction, "Now! Where am I?"
The Guru asked him to approach things with an unbiased mind, "In that life, You are the Girl !"
The boy was overwhelmed and started dancing , "Wow! That's Great. I don't have to go to Ashram and do saadhanas and get deekshas and bikshas (certificates and alms)"
His joy was shortlived as he saw the girl who went by the name Dhanya, preparing to move out in the cold morning in her bicycle.The boy made a wild guess, "Probably she is moving out to pluck flowers to be placed at the Gods feet."
The girl cycled five kilometers and the basket was full of not flowers, but note Books. The destination was not a temple but a coaching center.
The boy quizzed his Guru, "She seems to be grown up. Why is she not yet married. Is it because she has not yet become a ......"
The Guru had a good outlook of the future, "Stupid! Stop thinking like that! In that age, girls have a lot of ambition and have got ample and equal opportunity to achieve the same."
Dhanya later moved to a college in a crowded bus (Hmm... the boy wished that someone had carried her in a Pallaki). At college, she dissected a frog (The boy feared that she would put it into her mouth... luckily it didn't happen), She dipped a white paper into some acid and made it red( Wow... thought the boy... she didn't require mantras to do that), She along with her team experimented with a self-made dynamo and lightened the entire classroom (The boy was amazed that without singing Raga Dipika, Dhanya had filled that room with light). She then smashed her head over a trignometry sum unable to solve it (Hmm.. the boy wanted to send Arybhata and help her. But he was not there in the ashram).
The Boy was really tired after going through her schedule and wanted to advice the girl, "Enough! Go and take vishranthi (Rest)"
But the word Rest doesn't seem to be in her dictionary. As soon as the college finished, she went to another coaching center as she had to prepare for the Common Entrance Examination. The coaching went on uninterrupted for one and half hours. The boy remarked to the Guru, "Even you don't give such a long pravachan (discourse). It seems that life in that Raja Karagrah (The Prison) is much better"
At last she came home, long after the sunset and went directly to her room where she was served her meals and milk. And again the books were out. She had assignments to complete and records to submit. Sombaresha wanted to stop the screening of the future telecast, "Enough! She can't be Me. Well! Guruji... I don't want that life... Save me Guruji " and saying so, he procrastinated before the Guru.
Guru said, "The Law of Karma has to operate. She has to study, Boy. She is competing with many people to enter a good gurukul (medical college) in future and become a famous surgeon like Sushrutha. That's why I tell you. You can help her to concentrate more easily and study effortlessly by concentrating on your studies now and earn some good karma for your future. Law of Karma does work, my Boy. Believe me"
The boy seemed to agree for the first time, but he had a doubt, "Guru, I may be a bad student. But the karma philosophy also says that every relationship repeats in each life. A mother in this life may become a daughter in some other life. So where were you in my life as Dhanya."
The Guru, "You saw the entire picture through my eyes. I was her neighbour, a young and a handsome gentleman called Prem."
The boy gave a smile and slowly hissed, "Guruji, In that life, as Prem, were you making a pass at me ?."
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Prem, The First PM!
An all party meeting has been called to discuss a serious issue. The Head of the country says that the law enforcement agencies, the education department and the health sector has lots of complaints. The law enforcement agencies says that the criminal cases due to one factor is mounting up steadily in the current year. Education department says that the same factor is responsible for destroying many a students' career. Health sector findings show that many symptoms or reasons for bad health can be traced to the same factor. Yes, its the four letter word L*O*V*E.
So the decision has been taken to form a separate ministry and put some experienced leader irrespective of the party, in charge of the same.
The economist from the south with his specs and his signature dhoti was not willing, "I know how to curb inflation. But not how to curb infatuation. I can try and stop the enemy from entering our home turfs, but the rush of love in the youth can't be checked that easily."
The fat bihari guy who always wanted some lucrative portfolio didn't find the portfolio attractive in any sense, "Na bhai Na. I have got many cases up my sleeve. But not many kisses on my cheek to qualify for this post. Ye mere bas ki baat nahi. With my sticks, I can control the buffaloes, not the cupid stuck youth."
Then all eyes fell upon the dark gentleman (is it the right word) representing the Karnataka Public who seemed to be fast asleep and may be thinking of his kumar and his future. He woke up and shouted, "No way. Love means losing a lot of sleep. And I cant do that. I don't want to suffer from Insomnia. Already I have lots of health problems. "
Next all looked at the old bachelor with some high expectations, who shook his head and hand very strongly. "Hum ne ab thak shaadi bhi nahi kiya. But still two ladies from two ends of the country have shook me very much in the past. I haven't come out of that shock. This chair is as good as a electric chair to me."
The Head of the state was very deeply worried and wanted to put his turban down in defeat. But a young man came forward to take up the challenge. Though he didn't have age to his advantage, his face showed that he understood the problems of the heart. The young boy knew how to control the rush of love or how to approach a cupid stuck youth. He has had sleepless nights. He was a bachelor but was deeply committed. Wow it was our hero, Prem.
All the elected leaders were willing to make him our first PM, Prem Minister
So the decision has been taken to form a separate ministry and put some experienced leader irrespective of the party, in charge of the same.
The economist from the south with his specs and his signature dhoti was not willing, "I know how to curb inflation. But not how to curb infatuation. I can try and stop the enemy from entering our home turfs, but the rush of love in the youth can't be checked that easily."
The fat bihari guy who always wanted some lucrative portfolio didn't find the portfolio attractive in any sense, "Na bhai Na. I have got many cases up my sleeve. But not many kisses on my cheek to qualify for this post. Ye mere bas ki baat nahi. With my sticks, I can control the buffaloes, not the cupid stuck youth."
Then all eyes fell upon the dark gentleman (is it the right word) representing the Karnataka Public who seemed to be fast asleep and may be thinking of his kumar and his future. He woke up and shouted, "No way. Love means losing a lot of sleep. And I cant do that. I don't want to suffer from Insomnia. Already I have lots of health problems. "
Next all looked at the old bachelor with some high expectations, who shook his head and hand very strongly. "Hum ne ab thak shaadi bhi nahi kiya. But still two ladies from two ends of the country have shook me very much in the past. I haven't come out of that shock. This chair is as good as a electric chair to me."
The Head of the state was very deeply worried and wanted to put his turban down in defeat. But a young man came forward to take up the challenge. Though he didn't have age to his advantage, his face showed that he understood the problems of the heart. The young boy knew how to control the rush of love or how to approach a cupid stuck youth. He has had sleepless nights. He was a bachelor but was deeply committed. Wow it was our hero, Prem.
All the elected leaders were willing to make him our first PM, Prem Minister
And The Award Goes To...
An award from Meira. A lovely Flower. Thank You very much. And the award comes with some rules.1. Display the award on your home page
2. Award them to your favourite commentators.
2. Award them to your favourite commentators.
3. Ask them to forward it to their favourite commentators.
And don't forget to link their page to their names.So here are my favourite commentators.
1. PJ
2. Meira
3. Keshi
4. Cindrella
There are others like Jyothi, ASF, Wilfred, Srinivas and My Mother - Their comments are never visible on the page bcoz they call me or chat with me and let me know their opinions. But it still matters.
Prem Kahaniyas will continue... Keep encouraging Love in this world.
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
I Miss You
Simran was reading the Cinderella story before going to bed when suddenly she started missing her boyfriend Prem. Then Cinderella's Fairy godmother just jumped out of the book and presented Simran with a wrist watch. This watch is very special. No! It's not like that Mr India's watch that will make one disappear. Its not even the time travel watch that will take one back and forth the time zone. Its a Miss You Watch. The Fairy godmother explained the concept like a economy teacher would have explained the demand theory, "See. Whenever Prem misses you, this will give you a beep. The beep is directly related to Prem's heart. The more he misses you, the beep will be more in numbers. The less he misses you, the less would be the beep times." So saying, the fairy godmother vanished.
It is not usually before eight, that this disciplined girl wakes up. But that day, not only did she wake up at six but had the entire tenants in the building wake up at six. Thanks to her wrist watch that beeped and that too at a high pitch and didn't stop for five minutes. Simran gave a small smile to herself thinking that 'Instead of meditating on God, my boy is meditating on me....'
It was a crowded bus with no room to spread the legs. Somehow Simran was maintaining her balance. This was a daily routine for her which she had mastered and it was the only bus that took her to the destination - a beautiful place called office. Suddenly her wrist watch which she had kept in the hand bag started beeping. When it didn't stop after a few seconds, everyone got tense. When one said, 'It could be a bomb', others joined him in the hysteria. The whole bus was emptied in a minute. Then the beep stopped. After a brief search by the conductor, the bus started again and now Simran had got a seat. She wanted to thank Prem for missing her at that moment.
The whole morning was spent by Simran at office on making the presentation for the Aids Day Special. In the afternoon, she sat for the lunch in the cafeteria leaving the hand bag in her cabin. Her boss wanted to congratulate her on the presentation and came down to the cafeteria. Her boss was a person with a hypertension problem and gets irritated easily. When he was about to wish her, he heard a small beep. As everyone was listening, the beep became louder and louder. Now the boss got irritated and wanted to know the source of the sound. His Blood Pressure rose and like a sniffer dog he went in search of the sound. Simran prayed Prem to stop missing her, 'Prem, Why are you missing me know. If you feel like eating my hand made food, stop it you fool. I don't know to cook. You have to do it yourself.' The beeping stopped suddenly. Had the beep continued for a few further seconds, the sniffer dog...oops... the boss would have found the source.
Simran's evening was spent in giving a send off to a colleague. After the party she came back home and just throwing herself on the sofa switched on the television to find the beautiful movie called 'Before Sunrise' playing, where the boy and girl spent the night walking around the city and getting to know one another. Simran saw herself as the heroine and Prem as the hero. And Oops... The Beep started. Minutes passed... It didn't stop... An Hour Passed...It didn't stop... Oh God!.... Simran sensed it would not stop 'Before sunrise'.
So, she borrowed the keys of her room mate's vehicle and started towards the beach. She can't keep it. It will not allow her to have a peace of mind. Once there, she was about to throw the wrist watch into the sea, when suddenly a thought came to her and she asked, 'O Fairy God Mother, does this come with a silent mode cum vibrating alert.'
It is not usually before eight, that this disciplined girl wakes up. But that day, not only did she wake up at six but had the entire tenants in the building wake up at six. Thanks to her wrist watch that beeped and that too at a high pitch and didn't stop for five minutes. Simran gave a small smile to herself thinking that 'Instead of meditating on God, my boy is meditating on me....'
It was a crowded bus with no room to spread the legs. Somehow Simran was maintaining her balance. This was a daily routine for her which she had mastered and it was the only bus that took her to the destination - a beautiful place called office. Suddenly her wrist watch which she had kept in the hand bag started beeping. When it didn't stop after a few seconds, everyone got tense. When one said, 'It could be a bomb', others joined him in the hysteria. The whole bus was emptied in a minute. Then the beep stopped. After a brief search by the conductor, the bus started again and now Simran had got a seat. She wanted to thank Prem for missing her at that moment.
The whole morning was spent by Simran at office on making the presentation for the Aids Day Special. In the afternoon, she sat for the lunch in the cafeteria leaving the hand bag in her cabin. Her boss wanted to congratulate her on the presentation and came down to the cafeteria. Her boss was a person with a hypertension problem and gets irritated easily. When he was about to wish her, he heard a small beep. As everyone was listening, the beep became louder and louder. Now the boss got irritated and wanted to know the source of the sound. His Blood Pressure rose and like a sniffer dog he went in search of the sound. Simran prayed Prem to stop missing her, 'Prem, Why are you missing me know. If you feel like eating my hand made food, stop it you fool. I don't know to cook. You have to do it yourself.' The beeping stopped suddenly. Had the beep continued for a few further seconds, the sniffer dog...oops... the boss would have found the source.
Simran's evening was spent in giving a send off to a colleague. After the party she came back home and just throwing herself on the sofa switched on the television to find the beautiful movie called 'Before Sunrise' playing, where the boy and girl spent the night walking around the city and getting to know one another. Simran saw herself as the heroine and Prem as the hero. And Oops... The Beep started. Minutes passed... It didn't stop... An Hour Passed...It didn't stop... Oh God!.... Simran sensed it would not stop 'Before sunrise'.
So, she borrowed the keys of her room mate's vehicle and started towards the beach. She can't keep it. It will not allow her to have a peace of mind. Once there, she was about to throw the wrist watch into the sea, when suddenly a thought came to her and she asked, 'O Fairy God Mother, does this come with a silent mode cum vibrating alert.'
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