The boy couldn't believe himself. He has woken up early, even before his parents. He was not able to get a wink of sleep. Not being to able to go back to sleep, he decides to go for a morning walk with the old neighbors. He never thought that sun also rises so early.
The old men had a lot to talk about. The eldest of the three started the talking "So. Hows Life, my friends."
One of the old men in disappointment " I am not allowed to eat sweets citing the reason of health problems. So Life is without any sweetness , these days. "
The second one had also his share of disappointment to tell " I am not allowed to read these days
citing eye sight problems. So Life is without any excitement not knowing current happenings."
The young fellow was not to be left behind " I am not allowed to sleep these days." All the eyes of old men fell upon this love-lorn boy and he didn't had to say another word. They knew from experience.
A little down the lane, the senior of the trio broached another issue "These attachments are what is keeping us on this world. "
One of the old men was quick to agree "Yeah rite. Family... specially our grandchildren.. Its so nice to be with them"
Second men had some different view "Fame... specially my business. Its always nice to be in total control"
They didn't want the young person to open his mouth. But he had already started. "Friends... specially Girl Friend. Its always nice to be with her. That too 24x7"
Nearing the end of the walk and reading about the destructions happening all around the world, the senior citizen commented " Which could be the most destructive weapon in the entire world".
The first old man gave his thoughts "Words. It can make a man or destroy a man to an unrepairable extent."
The second man talked about envy "Envy. It may not only destroy the person on whom it is targeted, but also the person who gives room for such a feeling."
The boy did want to share his expertise on this issue and though the old men were unwilling to listen to him, they had no escape and they heard his golden words. "A Girls Stealthy Glance. It comes from external and it can completely destroy the boy upon whom it is targeted. But the benefit is that the boy would find complete sweetness even in such destruction"
The old men looked at each other and turning to the young boy and to his disbelief, said in unison " We agree with you, completely on that matter"
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Monday, July 28, 2008
Those two hours
(This blog is inspired by my friends experience which he shared with me over a telephonic conversation)
July 25, 2008. Bangalore, Silicon City, was hit by a number of crude bombs. Much damage was not done but the city was in lots of confusion and all the citizens of bangalore were filled with tension. One such person was this software engineer from ITPL. This boy had recently married and his wife was a simple village girl who was new to the Bangalore city.
When he first heard of the blasts, the boy was very anxious and immediately called home. To add to his discomfort, one of the bomb had exploded only half a kilometer from his home. He decides that he has to be with his wife and prepares to move towards his home. But his home is a good twenty kilometers away. For initial some moments, he was able to call his wife. Then the networks got jammed. And traffic was moving at a snail's place. He wished he had the bat car or the bat bike so that he could reach his home in no time. All kinds of thoughts started filling his mind. Even the good songs coming from the FM Stations was not able to soothe him out. Though he didn't want to, his mind brought images of devastations and destructions. It took more than two hours to reach home and it was like he had been through hell.
And what about the girl. She was very very uncomfortable. In an unknown city, with unseen neighbors, she sat in front of the television and with the mobile set in hand, called all the dear ones. She tried her husbands number every two minutes. Whenever she heard the roaring sound of a passing bike, she went to the front door expecting her husband. She looked at her mobile set intensely expecting it to ring and bring some news about whereabouts of her husband. She prayed to God relentlessly for the traffic to ease and no more bombs to explode.
And finally after two hours, she opened the front door and there he was. All the anxiety ended and the lovers were united. Rest of the evening was spent with a little comfort from the news that there was not much devastation caused by these bombing. The girl was so relieved that she had a special dinner ready for her dear husband.
I hope the love in all such young hearts would be able to convince God to preserve peace on this lovely planet.
July 25, 2008. Bangalore, Silicon City, was hit by a number of crude bombs. Much damage was not done but the city was in lots of confusion and all the citizens of bangalore were filled with tension. One such person was this software engineer from ITPL. This boy had recently married and his wife was a simple village girl who was new to the Bangalore city.
When he first heard of the blasts, the boy was very anxious and immediately called home. To add to his discomfort, one of the bomb had exploded only half a kilometer from his home. He decides that he has to be with his wife and prepares to move towards his home. But his home is a good twenty kilometers away. For initial some moments, he was able to call his wife. Then the networks got jammed. And traffic was moving at a snail's place. He wished he had the bat car or the bat bike so that he could reach his home in no time. All kinds of thoughts started filling his mind. Even the good songs coming from the FM Stations was not able to soothe him out. Though he didn't want to, his mind brought images of devastations and destructions. It took more than two hours to reach home and it was like he had been through hell.
And what about the girl. She was very very uncomfortable. In an unknown city, with unseen neighbors, she sat in front of the television and with the mobile set in hand, called all the dear ones. She tried her husbands number every two minutes. Whenever she heard the roaring sound of a passing bike, she went to the front door expecting her husband. She looked at her mobile set intensely expecting it to ring and bring some news about whereabouts of her husband. She prayed to God relentlessly for the traffic to ease and no more bombs to explode.
And finally after two hours, she opened the front door and there he was. All the anxiety ended and the lovers were united. Rest of the evening was spent with a little comfort from the news that there was not much devastation caused by these bombing. The girl was so relieved that she had a special dinner ready for her dear husband.
I hope the love in all such young hearts would be able to convince God to preserve peace on this lovely planet.
Sunday, July 27, 2008
The fortune teller and his ratios
After a beautiful day with his girl, the boy was returning home, when he decides to go for a palm-reading from a street-side fortune teller
The aged man who was in his seventies took the palm in his hand and began to read all the lines and mounts.
"Beta, You are madly in love" started the wise man.
The excitement in the boy was clear as he said "Please continue...., Guruji"
After some thoughtful analysis, the septuagenarian hummed slowly but clearly "70:30"
The boy was confused. He knew 80:20 Pareto Analysis from his economics class. But 70:30 ?
It was made clear like this " 70 percent , you are neck-deep in love and only 30 percent is left."
"What is that 30 percent, Guruji?"
"Only expression through words is left."
The boy was already impressed and said "More... Guruji... More"
The palm-reader again buried himself in the palm after taking one good look at his amorous face and again came with another ratio "90:10"
The boy eagerly waited for explanation for this 90-10 rule or theory.
"Beta, 90 percent of your time you think of her... But she, only a meager 10 percent of her time."
Boy was not deterred "Can You tell anything about the future. Success of my love, Guruji"
The fortune teller just smiled at the boy and holding the palm, patiently uttered "60 percent... no 70... wait 80... sorry 90......... 100. yes 100 percent"
"100 percent what guruji?" came the impatient question
"100 percent chance that you are gonna waste your life completely for this girl." came the straight forward answer.
The boy who was so lost in love liked the idea and thanking the guruji handed him a 100 rupees note and asked "All this are written on my hand.?"
The fortune teller decided to be very honest and with a disgusted look said
"No.... These are not written on your hand. These are written all over your face. And you don't need an astrologer to tell this." Handing back the money to the boy "If I take it, it would be a insult to my profession"
The boy didn't mind any of the wise man's words as he went away humming the tune from Yuva Movie " Hone Do Dil Ko Fana. Hone Do Dil Ko Tabah. Udne Do Har Ek Wo Tamanna"
The aged man who was in his seventies took the palm in his hand and began to read all the lines and mounts.
"Beta, You are madly in love" started the wise man.
The excitement in the boy was clear as he said "Please continue...., Guruji"
After some thoughtful analysis, the septuagenarian hummed slowly but clearly "70:30"
The boy was confused. He knew 80:20 Pareto Analysis from his economics class. But 70:30 ?
It was made clear like this " 70 percent , you are neck-deep in love and only 30 percent is left."
"What is that 30 percent, Guruji?"
"Only expression through words is left."
The boy was already impressed and said "More... Guruji... More"
The palm-reader again buried himself in the palm after taking one good look at his amorous face and again came with another ratio "90:10"
The boy eagerly waited for explanation for this 90-10 rule or theory.
"Beta, 90 percent of your time you think of her... But she, only a meager 10 percent of her time."
Boy was not deterred "Can You tell anything about the future. Success of my love, Guruji"
The fortune teller just smiled at the boy and holding the palm, patiently uttered "60 percent... no 70... wait 80... sorry 90......... 100. yes 100 percent"
"100 percent what guruji?" came the impatient question
"100 percent chance that you are gonna waste your life completely for this girl." came the straight forward answer.
The boy who was so lost in love liked the idea and thanking the guruji handed him a 100 rupees note and asked "All this are written on my hand.?"
The fortune teller decided to be very honest and with a disgusted look said
"No.... These are not written on your hand. These are written all over your face. And you don't need an astrologer to tell this." Handing back the money to the boy "If I take it, it would be a insult to my profession"
The boy didn't mind any of the wise man's words as he went away humming the tune from Yuva Movie " Hone Do Dil Ko Fana. Hone Do Dil Ko Tabah. Udne Do Har Ek Wo Tamanna"
Friday, July 25, 2008
Please dont go
This boy was deeply hurt. His girl had said NO for a rendezvous on the weekend. He wanted to meet his girlfriend at any cost. Love ke liya saala kuch bhi karega.
So he gave a call to his girl and disguising his voice announced "Congratulations! You have won yourself a dinner at the Taj Hotel this evening. A cab would be sent to pick you up at 8.00 PM." But this trick was caught. Don't worry ! Girl was not that wise, but the boy was very stupid to give his own vehicle details when the girl asked for the cab details.
The girl was the one who was interested in women empowerment issues. So the boy sent her a dummy invitation of a speech by a literary figure on women and politics copying exactly verbatim from a last year's invitation he found in his sister's room, not realizing that the speaker has become one with the God. Girl knew this and avoided the speech of a departed soul.
The boy was really frustrated and as a final resort got the girls best friend to trick her to come for a movie. The girl knew that her friend wouldn't come for a movie because she had exams the next day.
But the girl was there at the movies and commented "Your stupid antics has brought me here. why do you do such stupid things ?"
Boy: "The minute you walk out, my brain also takes a long walk. I am not sure whether I want my brain back, but I do want you back."
The girl was full of tears and the boy took her hand. The girl asked him to take her to a lonelier place like a park or a temple rather than this bollywood movie. She believed that they had more fireworks between them rather than the movie which had fire only in its name.
So he gave a call to his girl and disguising his voice announced "Congratulations! You have won yourself a dinner at the Taj Hotel this evening. A cab would be sent to pick you up at 8.00 PM." But this trick was caught. Don't worry ! Girl was not that wise, but the boy was very stupid to give his own vehicle details when the girl asked for the cab details.
The girl was the one who was interested in women empowerment issues. So the boy sent her a dummy invitation of a speech by a literary figure on women and politics copying exactly verbatim from a last year's invitation he found in his sister's room, not realizing that the speaker has become one with the God. Girl knew this and avoided the speech of a departed soul.
The boy was really frustrated and as a final resort got the girls best friend to trick her to come for a movie. The girl knew that her friend wouldn't come for a movie because she had exams the next day.
But the girl was there at the movies and commented "Your stupid antics has brought me here. why do you do such stupid things ?"
Boy: "The minute you walk out, my brain also takes a long walk. I am not sure whether I want my brain back, but I do want you back."
The girl was full of tears and the boy took her hand. The girl asked him to take her to a lonelier place like a park or a temple rather than this bollywood movie. She believed that they had more fireworks between them rather than the movie which had fire only in its name.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Babysitting Myself.
This was straight from a science fiction movie. I was transported back to the year 1990 placed in my own house and asked to babysit young Suresh Kumar (thats me when i was 12 years old). The 30 year old man from the future was meeting the 12 year kid of the past and they were able to communicate physically.
My younger version toyed with the idea of becoming a pilot. I decided to tell him the harsh truth of his future "No Son, All you are going to be is a Chartered Accountant." He had never heard this term and looked at me with disbelief. I continued "He is the person who continuously looks at figures (No, not the beautiful figures, but the figures from financial and bank statements) and audits them ...........". He was not further interested. I think he had heard the statement " More boring than speaking to an accountant is listening to him speak"
I asked the younger version how many friends he has. The kid started uttering the names of his friends. I was hearing many girls names. I was about to ask him why didn't he maintain the tempo when he grew up. Anyway he continued "When I grow up, I want to have more friends and spend good time with them." I told him "Yeah, You will have lots of friends. Scraps and Chats is what you are gonna have when u grow up." It was 1990, and these terms had their simpler meaning of Raddi (Scrap) and eatables that you got at the street side stall (chats) and this made the kid more angry. I don't know what he thought but he blurted out "I don't want to be in slum when I grew up."
Next question from my past was a shocker "Will I fall in love ? " I said "Definitely!
You will fall in love with this special person with whom you will spend most of your time. And the name of this special person is Computer." Now my young past was full angry with me as he has misunderstood the term Computer and started crying loudly "I don't want to fall in love with a foreign girl named Com Peter or Sue Peter. No! No! No!"
My God! I was unable to control this kid!. I wanted to disappear from that place. I did disappear from the place, I presume; as the very next moment I found myself next to my mom who was consoling me "Don't worry beta, I will get you a good Indian Girl"
My younger version toyed with the idea of becoming a pilot. I decided to tell him the harsh truth of his future "No Son, All you are going to be is a Chartered Accountant." He had never heard this term and looked at me with disbelief. I continued "He is the person who continuously looks at figures (No, not the beautiful figures, but the figures from financial and bank statements) and audits them ...........". He was not further interested. I think he had heard the statement " More boring than speaking to an accountant is listening to him speak"
I asked the younger version how many friends he has. The kid started uttering the names of his friends. I was hearing many girls names. I was about to ask him why didn't he maintain the tempo when he grew up. Anyway he continued "When I grow up, I want to have more friends and spend good time with them." I told him "Yeah, You will have lots of friends. Scraps and Chats is what you are gonna have when u grow up." It was 1990, and these terms had their simpler meaning of Raddi (Scrap) and eatables that you got at the street side stall (chats) and this made the kid more angry. I don't know what he thought but he blurted out "I don't want to be in slum when I grew up."
Next question from my past was a shocker "Will I fall in love ? " I said "Definitely!
You will fall in love with this special person with whom you will spend most of your time. And the name of this special person is Computer." Now my young past was full angry with me as he has misunderstood the term Computer and started crying loudly "I don't want to fall in love with a foreign girl named Com Peter or Sue Peter. No! No! No!"
My God! I was unable to control this kid!. I wanted to disappear from that place. I did disappear from the place, I presume; as the very next moment I found myself next to my mom who was consoling me "Don't worry beta, I will get you a good Indian Girl"
Sunday, July 20, 2008
I'm Feeling Lucky
Last few days, I have not been able to keep my mind on my mind. Is my language rite. What I want to say is that I was not able to concentrate.
So I decided to find out and fix the bug. The solution was meditation.
I sat for the meditation in a silent place and thats when this inner voice started asking crazy questions.
"Who Am I ? "
I answered "Thats a Jackie Chan movie". But the inner voice found it a PJ and So I said something beautiful about me in a poetic style.
"Where Am I ? "
Residential address was given.
"I am not asking about your physical presence" came the answer.
I was a bit confused and then said "If you are talking about my online presence, this is my email address." My Inner Voice was now pissed off.
"Why Am I here?"
I remembered a calvin's line and said much to the annoyance of the inner voice "Its because of a biochemical reaction for ensuring that the genes are passed, that I am here."
My Inner Voice was now just controlling himself and advised me "You need to have a spiritual experience"
I was excited "How can I get it? Show me the way"
The answer from the Inner Voice was unexpected "Have a good girlfriend"
I was really confused "How can a girlfriend help one to be spiritual"
"When you have a good girlfriend besides you, you don't want anything else in life and you will not crave for anything else. When that good girlfriend is gone, you don't need anything else in life other than her. Having a good girlfriend is next only to nirvana."
This is blasphemous, I thought. But still out of curiosity "And how to find out that girlfriend"
The inner ego showed me a search engine like google in my inner mind and entered the keywords girlfriend and instead of clicking the search button, he clicked on "I'm feeling lucky" and guess the result.....
So I decided to find out and fix the bug. The solution was meditation.
I sat for the meditation in a silent place and thats when this inner voice started asking crazy questions.
"Who Am I ? "
I answered "Thats a Jackie Chan movie". But the inner voice found it a PJ and So I said something beautiful about me in a poetic style.
"Where Am I ? "
Residential address was given.
"I am not asking about your physical presence" came the answer.
I was a bit confused and then said "If you are talking about my online presence, this is my email address." My Inner Voice was now pissed off.
"Why Am I here?"
I remembered a calvin's line and said much to the annoyance of the inner voice "Its because of a biochemical reaction for ensuring that the genes are passed, that I am here."
My Inner Voice was now just controlling himself and advised me "You need to have a spiritual experience"
I was excited "How can I get it? Show me the way"
The answer from the Inner Voice was unexpected "Have a good girlfriend"
I was really confused "How can a girlfriend help one to be spiritual"
"When you have a good girlfriend besides you, you don't want anything else in life and you will not crave for anything else. When that good girlfriend is gone, you don't need anything else in life other than her. Having a good girlfriend is next only to nirvana."
This is blasphemous, I thought. But still out of curiosity "And how to find out that girlfriend"
The inner ego showed me a search engine like google in my inner mind and entered the keywords girlfriend and instead of clicking the search button, he clicked on "I'm feeling lucky" and guess the result.....
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Be careful of your wish.
Do you believe, that when we pray to God, he grants us our wishes or he grants us opportunities to see that our wishes and desires come true.
God is not someone to whom you give your shopping list and ask him to make a home delivery. If you do so, he will only give the shopping cart and say 'No Home delivery. Only Self Service'.
He is like the Global Positioning System (GPS- the system that is used in the cars) that enable GPS receivers to determine their location, speed, direction, and time.
I believe that God grants your silly wishes very quick enough and your complex wishes some years later when you have really forgotten about it and life has taken a different course. Don't ask me why is the delay. Probably to assess of how strong is your desire. God is a tough task master.
I know this person who wished to meet this girl whom he knew only by voice and he got his wish only after 3 years one fine day. By this time, both of the persons have changed a lot. The girl is no more a little girl. But still he is thankful to God.
Like in Hindi Movies, they say "Bhagwan ke ghar mein der hain, andher nahin".
There is another saying in English "Be careful of what you wish for, You may get it."
God is not someone to whom you give your shopping list and ask him to make a home delivery. If you do so, he will only give the shopping cart and say 'No Home delivery. Only Self Service'.
He is like the Global Positioning System (GPS- the system that is used in the cars) that enable GPS receivers to determine their location, speed, direction, and time.
I believe that God grants your silly wishes very quick enough and your complex wishes some years later when you have really forgotten about it and life has taken a different course. Don't ask me why is the delay. Probably to assess of how strong is your desire. God is a tough task master.
I know this person who wished to meet this girl whom he knew only by voice and he got his wish only after 3 years one fine day. By this time, both of the persons have changed a lot. The girl is no more a little girl. But still he is thankful to God.
Like in Hindi Movies, they say "Bhagwan ke ghar mein der hain, andher nahin".
There is another saying in English "Be careful of what you wish for, You may get it."
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