" The Messengers" - 360 deg Review
**CAUTION : Complete SPOILER/Boiler**
Critics’ Note:
I promise!! This is my first and the last movie review.
Please don’t read this review if you haven’t seen the movie.
I don’t read reviews before seeing the movie. For me movies are like gambling, and I enjoy the surprise factor.
Actors:
Kristen Stewart - (Jess Solomon)
Dylan McDermott - (Roy Solomon)
Penelope Ann Miller - (Denise Solomon)
John Corbett - (John Burwell)
Crows-(Crows)
Directors:
Danny Pang Oxide Pang Chun
Producers:
Robert Tapert
Jason ShumanSam Raimi William Sherak
Coproduces:
Kelli Konop Lou Arkoff J.R. YoungJimmy Miller
Victims:
Me and my comrades who saw this movie
Total charges: 120 Rs. For top row seat. 20 Rs. Auto rickshaw fare. (Yah yah….my bike is still in Showroom)
Free Of cost: Bird Watching ;) , Window shopping, Rest -Loo-m.
The Review: (Remember!!! its’ a 360 Deg Review)
· The Plan
Yesterday I was going by UFO, when all of a sudden I thought of going for a movie.
As I had watched Beawolf and Kingdom, I thought I will go for “The Messenger”.
· Plan in Execution
I got down in front of E-Square (UFO dropped me over there). I went straight to
the ticket counter and bought ONE ticket. I went inside the hall and took my
seat. As expected, the theatre was half empty (Yah, yah…I am a pessimist).
Tragedy!!! Two guys sat on either side. Now I had to watch the movie...No other go!!!!
· The Movie
It’s another GHOST movie. The movie was totally PREDICTABLE. No surprises
at all. The gal, the woman, and the man… everyone keeps screaming (aaa-ooo—aaa).
At one point of time I thought of coming out of the theatre, but “my precious”, 120 kept
me seated.
I don’t feel ashamed to say, I felt a bit afraid. (Yah..Man Yah…I am afraid of ghosts).
The guy sitting on my right, kept on drinking water from his bottle. And the dude sitting
on my left kept talking to his buddy. I neither had water bottle, nor any friends to crack joke.
I was all alone – tortured by GHOSTS.
“Mommy I promise, I will never ever watch any Ghost movies again”
I like the gal -“Jess” Kristen Stewart. (Born September 1990, April. Need to see whether
our horoscope matches or not :D. Mommy, Congratulations !!!) She has done a great job.
Her character is too afraid of ghosts, but still (don’t know why) she goes for ghost hunting
and scream and scream and scream….and screammmtt!!!
There is nothing much to tell about other actors. They have done a good job
It looks like a low budget movie. All that they needed was two big houses, a
huge farm land (with sunflowers). They didn’t use (any/much) special effects.
I am confused!! Why there are 4 producers and 4 co-producers?
Mommy!!! At the end of the movie, I learnt that we should not be afraid of ghosts.
They are our friendly neighborhoods. They helped Jess and her parents in getting rid of a maniac.
I heard the Crow saying “Daddy...dadda”, in the end. Or was that just an illusion (aftereffect of the movie)!!!!
It got over in exactly 1.5 hrs. i.e. 120/- for 90 minutes. My Xth standard calculations say, its 1.33 Rs. Per minute.
“My Precious” time and “My Precious” money.
Okay, for those who still didn’t understand what the movie is all about, here is a quick summary.
A family moves to a house. The house is haunted. There are lots of ghosts. They (ghosts) kill the villain.
Huh!!! Forget to say….One more thing… Jess should be nominated for the academy awards. Cho chweet!!!
My ratings
Movie :1/5
Theatre:3/5
Jess: 5/5
R.I.P
A Great Critic
06.12.07 to 06.12.07
Harry
Thursday, December 6
Thursday, November 29
Collection !!!
Collection!!!!
I read one of the books written by Paulo Coelho – “By the River Piedra Sat Down and Wept”,
I decided to learn more about Christianity. I thought of buying Bible and my friend suggested
me to buy the one that will contain both Old and New Testament. In order to understand and learn
more about Christianity, I thought of going to church.
And that’s when some fond memories…………..Flashback…….
January, 2006
Zach. He knows everything about computers. When we press the ‘SAVE’ button, Zach will think beyond that ‘click’. He knows where the data is getting stored, how much time it will take, how we can retrieve it …. He knows “Everything”. Apart from being a geek, he follows his religion passionately. I don’t think he ever missed any Sunday Mass. Zach- An ideal human being.
My friend!!!
Praveeen. He is more into management activities. One who dreams BIG!!! Can bring a change in the society!!! Someone who knows everything about Internet. Someone who knows everything about politics!!!
My Friend!!!
I was doing my final year engineering project in Trivandrum. On a bright Sunday morning, I decided to go to Church with my friend, Zach. Actually, it wasn’t my idea. It was Praveens’ idea to go to Palayam Palli. (church)
Scene: A small two room- kitchen house… somewhere in the outskirts of Trivandrum city.
Sunday Morning.
“Hey wake up. Let’s go to church with Zach”
“hmm…..”
“wake up buddy….Lets go to church”
Praveen was shouting at the top of his voice.
“What for???...I want to sleep….ahhhhhh… I am not a Christian dude”
“wake up lets go….”
I was totally disturbed, I got up and stared at Praveen, ”What’s the problem with you??
I don’t even go to any temple (I hardly remember Praveen going to any temple too). Let me sleep”
I was still rubbing my eyes.
Praveen came near and whispered, “Collection”.
“What collecti..…shnn” I looked towards Zach, “Hey Zach, whether there will be gals out there?”
Zach didn’t say anything, just smiled back.
“Ok, Praveen lets’ go. I can sleep afterwards. I will kill you if I don’t see any chicks out there”.
“Ok..Ok…now get dressed…lets’ go”
“Yah…wait a minute..I will just take bath and come”
“No need…yaar...hurry up”
***************************
We got down from the bus and started walking. Praveen was looking as “kool” as ever.
He was enjoying the walk. No idea what Zach was thinking, probably some Java program.
I had never been to any church before. No idea about churches and their rituals. I was nervous.
Yah !! no shame in saying a man (21 yrs.!!!) was as nervous as a toddler. The silence was unbearable and I had to break that, ”Guys….you should not call me by my name, once we reach there….”
“Why? Why so?”
“Hmm...It looks bad… don’t you think so…Call me John …or David… once we reach there…”
Praveen started laughing.. ”Oh...Ok fine”
“Zach, tell us what we need to do inside the church”, was my next query.
“Nothing…just attend the mass… and gain the knowledge...And…” Praveen interrupted in between, ”hey look at that gal, she looks awesome man...I told you…see it is worth your sleep…now don’t be nervous and enjoy.”
A sense of guilt ran through me!!!
‘I should not be doing this…I am not here to gain any kind of spiritual knowledge…I am not a believer…I can’t be this cheap…oh GOD help me’
I looked towards Zach, “I am not coming….You guys carry on…I have to go…”.
I didn’t even bother to say anything to Praveen. I turned back and started walking.
It took some time for Praveen to realize what was going on. He started calling me from behind….”Hey where are you going…” He started shouting…,”Hey lets attend the mass..Karthik..come back..Karthiiiiiiii…”
‘Oh God..what the hell..why is he calling my name…..’ I looked back….and stared at Praveen.
Inst. he corrected himself and started yelling again, “Oh..OK..Thomas…David.…come back..lets attend the mass”.
Now the whole crowd at the main gate started looking towards me. I was totally embarrassed.
‘ESCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE’
I read one of the books written by Paulo Coelho – “By the River Piedra Sat Down and Wept”,
I decided to learn more about Christianity. I thought of buying Bible and my friend suggested
me to buy the one that will contain both Old and New Testament. In order to understand and learn
more about Christianity, I thought of going to church.
And that’s when some fond memories…………..Flashback…….
January, 2006
Zach. He knows everything about computers. When we press the ‘SAVE’ button, Zach will think beyond that ‘click’. He knows where the data is getting stored, how much time it will take, how we can retrieve it …. He knows “Everything”. Apart from being a geek, he follows his religion passionately. I don’t think he ever missed any Sunday Mass. Zach- An ideal human being.
My friend!!!
Praveeen. He is more into management activities. One who dreams BIG!!! Can bring a change in the society!!! Someone who knows everything about Internet. Someone who knows everything about politics!!!
My Friend!!!
I was doing my final year engineering project in Trivandrum. On a bright Sunday morning, I decided to go to Church with my friend, Zach. Actually, it wasn’t my idea. It was Praveens’ idea to go to Palayam Palli. (church)
Scene: A small two room- kitchen house… somewhere in the outskirts of Trivandrum city.
Sunday Morning.
“Hey wake up. Let’s go to church with Zach”
“hmm…..”
“wake up buddy….Lets go to church”
Praveen was shouting at the top of his voice.
“What for???...I want to sleep….ahhhhhh… I am not a Christian dude”
“wake up lets go….”
I was totally disturbed, I got up and stared at Praveen, ”What’s the problem with you??
I don’t even go to any temple (I hardly remember Praveen going to any temple too). Let me sleep”
I was still rubbing my eyes.
Praveen came near and whispered, “Collection”.
“What collecti..…shnn” I looked towards Zach, “Hey Zach, whether there will be gals out there?”
Zach didn’t say anything, just smiled back.
“Ok, Praveen lets’ go. I can sleep afterwards. I will kill you if I don’t see any chicks out there”.
“Ok..Ok…now get dressed…lets’ go”
“Yah…wait a minute..I will just take bath and come”
“No need…yaar...hurry up”
***************************
We got down from the bus and started walking. Praveen was looking as “kool” as ever.
He was enjoying the walk. No idea what Zach was thinking, probably some Java program.
I had never been to any church before. No idea about churches and their rituals. I was nervous.
Yah !! no shame in saying a man (21 yrs.!!!) was as nervous as a toddler. The silence was unbearable and I had to break that, ”Guys….you should not call me by my name, once we reach there….”
“Why? Why so?”
“Hmm...It looks bad… don’t you think so…Call me John …or David… once we reach there…”
Praveen started laughing.. ”Oh...Ok fine”
“Zach, tell us what we need to do inside the church”, was my next query.
“Nothing…just attend the mass… and gain the knowledge...And…” Praveen interrupted in between, ”hey look at that gal, she looks awesome man...I told you…see it is worth your sleep…now don’t be nervous and enjoy.”
A sense of guilt ran through me!!!
‘I should not be doing this…I am not here to gain any kind of spiritual knowledge…I am not a believer…I can’t be this cheap…oh GOD help me’
I looked towards Zach, “I am not coming….You guys carry on…I have to go…”.
I didn’t even bother to say anything to Praveen. I turned back and started walking.
It took some time for Praveen to realize what was going on. He started calling me from behind….”Hey where are you going…” He started shouting…,”Hey lets attend the mass..Karthik..come back..Karthiiiiiiii…”
‘Oh God..what the hell..why is he calling my name…..’ I looked back….and stared at Praveen.
Inst. he corrected himself and started yelling again, “Oh..OK..Thomas…David.…come back..lets attend the mass”.
Now the whole crowd at the main gate started looking towards me. I was totally embarrassed.
‘ESCAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAPE’
Monday, October 1
Miss you a lot...
Continues ……………….
I was afraid of leaving her. I had never done that and I can’t imagine a life without her. I clutched her hands more tightly.
“Ahh…you are hurting me”
All of a sudden, tears started coming out of my eyes.
“Now what??”
“I don’t want to go to school”
“You will have friends over there. There will be lots n lots of teachers. They will teach you ABCD….”
“Nooooo………I don’t want to go to school”, and I cried out louder than ever.
“But, if you don’t go to school, how will you become a Doctor”
“I don’t want to be a doctor. I don’t want to go to school.” And when I realized that my cries won’t matter anymore,
I knelt down holding her legs tightly, “Mummy Please…I don’t want …please….please…” And I cried like hell, “Please …I don’t want to go to school”.
[On that day a new actor was born, and that was my first and best ever performance]
Within 5 minutes, I found myself back at my den , running after butterflies , doing some garden work ,
playing with my toys and of course creating troubles while she worked in kitchen.
“Karthik behave properly else I will send you to school”, a threat that would stop the little toddler in me from doing experiments.
This award winning performance continued for a week and the real trouble came when
Dad took over the responsibility from mom. Soon I found myself walking through the
corridors of hell “The School”.
Dad you are great!!!!
So there was a time when I was not able to stay away from her for a single moment.
……………………………
It’s been 5 months since my last visit to home. I have no idea when I will get my next leave.
Just want to see her, just want to taste the food that she makes and just want to feel the warmth of my den.
“He Who Mustn’t Be Named” won’t like if the sleeping actor in me wakes up. So better give me leave !!!!
Miss U A Lot !!!
I was afraid of leaving her. I had never done that and I can’t imagine a life without her. I clutched her hands more tightly.
“Ahh…you are hurting me”
All of a sudden, tears started coming out of my eyes.
“Now what??”
“I don’t want to go to school”
“You will have friends over there. There will be lots n lots of teachers. They will teach you ABCD….”
“Nooooo………I don’t want to go to school”, and I cried out louder than ever.
“But, if you don’t go to school, how will you become a Doctor”
“I don’t want to be a doctor. I don’t want to go to school.” And when I realized that my cries won’t matter anymore,
I knelt down holding her legs tightly, “Mummy Please…I don’t want …please….please…” And I cried like hell, “Please …I don’t want to go to school”.
[On that day a new actor was born, and that was my first and best ever performance]
Within 5 minutes, I found myself back at my den , running after butterflies , doing some garden work ,
playing with my toys and of course creating troubles while she worked in kitchen.
“Karthik behave properly else I will send you to school”, a threat that would stop the little toddler in me from doing experiments.
This award winning performance continued for a week and the real trouble came when
Dad took over the responsibility from mom. Soon I found myself walking through the
corridors of hell “The School”.
Dad you are great!!!!
So there was a time when I was not able to stay away from her for a single moment.
……………………………
It’s been 5 months since my last visit to home. I have no idea when I will get my next leave.
Just want to see her, just want to taste the food that she makes and just want to feel the warmth of my den.
“He Who Mustn’t Be Named” won’t like if the sleeping actor in me wakes up. So better give me leave !!!!
Miss U A Lot !!!
Thursday, September 27
Just Another Joke
Just Another Joke
‘Just another joke, dear ’
That’s what he wanted to hear
He wanted her to burst out in glee
‘Who bothers, If not we will flee’
‘Sorry I can’t be with you anymore
Sorry for hurting you as never before’
He looked at her eyes again
Dews were coming out like a chain
‘You will be there
In memories of my past
You will always be there
In some corner of my heart’
‘Life is a puzzle, no one can solve
It’s a web that binds our soul
When we cross each other in this maze
Let’s vow to share nothing more than a gaze ’
She turned, didn’t look back again
He didn’t say anything, knew its’ vain
‘This is her new life and she is fine
She has started hers’, let me finish mine’
‘Just another joke, dear ’
That’s what he wanted to hear
He wanted her to burst out in glee
‘Who bothers, If not we will flee’
‘Sorry I can’t be with you anymore
Sorry for hurting you as never before’
He looked at her eyes again
Dews were coming out like a chain
‘You will be there
In memories of my past
You will always be there
In some corner of my heart’
‘Life is a puzzle, no one can solve
It’s a web that binds our soul
When we cross each other in this maze
Let’s vow to share nothing more than a gaze ’
She turned, didn’t look back again
He didn’t say anything, knew its’ vain
‘This is her new life and she is fine
She has started hers’, let me finish mine’
.
Wednesday, September 5
An Emotional Program !!!
/* This program is an excerpt from the book “Learning Emotional Programming in 21 days” written by Karthik Backbencher */
#include Reg No.21334334l
#include CompSc. paper- 4thAttempt
#include studio.h
#iclude camera.h
Main()
{
Clrsheet();
“beep beep beep beep”;
/* Offhh!!! This stupid time system. */
If (it rings like this = 2 minutes) then
{
I will have to wake up;
}
Else-If (someone switches it off) then
{
I can sleep a bit longer;
}
/*Since the condition in ‘if’ is something like “=” statement rather than “= =”, no way control goes to else*/
Perform daily routine;
Switch (Day)
{
Case ‘Strike’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Public Holiday’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘If she agrees for a date’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘If it’s Sahrukh movie release’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Cricket Match’: No college; /* even if it’s between India and Barmuda*/
Exit program;
Case ‘College elections’: No matter what happens, I have to be there at college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Arts Day’ : No matter what happens, I have to be there at college;
Exit program;
Case ‘First day for juniors’: Need to reach college almost an hour before J;
Break;
By Default: I will have to go to college;
}
If (I hurry up) then
{
I can catch the bus;
}
Else
{
I will have to wait for some lift and I will get late for college; /*Probability of else is .999*/
}
Somehow reached college;
If (it’s my favorite/pretty looking teacher’s class) then
{
I will go and attend;
/*Mam’ If you remember correctly!! I have attended all your classes and still I don’t know how to write a program*/
}
If (I feel too sleepy)
{
I will go to class;
}
Else
{
Canteen Zindabad;
}
Sorry !! I am not in no mood to slog anymore; I have to go cause she has left the Examination room ;
Bye bye mam’;
Thanks a lot for this sheet of paper;
Thanks for your patient reading;
See you at next exam;
Getting out();
}
Ctrl + F9
Output : Fail / suppl. For sure.
PS : Please ..Please …read the bold-italics statement again and again…I really meant it… you are the most charming person I have ever met.
I beg you…give me pass marks…this is my final year.. and I am stuck with this 1st year paper… I don’t want to be left alone…I don’t want to stay here anymore…Even you won’t like to read such an answer sheet again and again !!!!!
Bachey ki jaan logey kya L !!!
#include Reg No.21334334l
#include CompSc. paper- 4thAttempt
#include studio.h
#iclude camera.h
Main()
{
Clrsheet();
“beep beep beep beep”;
/* Offhh!!! This stupid time system. */
If (it rings like this = 2 minutes) then
{
I will have to wake up;
}
Else-If (someone switches it off) then
{
I can sleep a bit longer;
}
/*Since the condition in ‘if’ is something like “=” statement rather than “= =”, no way control goes to else*/
Perform daily routine;
Switch (Day)
{
Case ‘Strike’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Public Holiday’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘If she agrees for a date’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘If it’s Sahrukh movie release’: No college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Cricket Match’: No college; /* even if it’s between India and Barmuda*/
Exit program;
Case ‘College elections’: No matter what happens, I have to be there at college;
Exit program;
Case ‘Arts Day’ : No matter what happens, I have to be there at college;
Exit program;
Case ‘First day for juniors’: Need to reach college almost an hour before J;
Break;
By Default: I will have to go to college;
}
If (I hurry up) then
{
I can catch the bus;
}
Else
{
I will have to wait for some lift and I will get late for college; /*Probability of else is .999*/
}
Somehow reached college;
If (it’s my favorite/pretty looking teacher’s class) then
{
I will go and attend;
/*Mam’ If you remember correctly!! I have attended all your classes and still I don’t know how to write a program*/
}
If (I feel too sleepy)
{
I will go to class;
}
Else
{
Canteen Zindabad;
}
Sorry !! I am not in no mood to slog anymore; I have to go cause she has left the Examination room ;
Bye bye mam’;
Thanks a lot for this sheet of paper;
Thanks for your patient reading;
See you at next exam;
Getting out();
}
Ctrl + F9
Output : Fail / suppl. For sure.
PS : Please ..Please …read the bold-italics statement again and again…I really meant it… you are the most charming person I have ever met.
I beg you…give me pass marks…this is my final year.. and I am stuck with this 1st year paper… I don’t want to be left alone…I don’t want to stay here anymore…Even you won’t like to read such an answer sheet again and again !!!!!
Bachey ki jaan logey kya L !!!
Friday, August 31
Gabbar bana SE !!!!
Saw a dog last night in our campus and thought of writing this story…..
Gabbar bana SE !!!!!
“Hey its 10, hurry up or else we will miss the bus” yelled Karthiks’ teammate.
“Yah!! It’s almost over…..send…close…Shutdown …Let’s go!!!”
They hurried through the passage and went past cubicles. Their floor was almost deserted.
On their way to the lift his friend said, “Come…Lets have a race…Let’s see who reaches the food court first!!!”
“What!!!! You wanna race at this time!! Are you gone mad? I am totally exhausted by the days’ work”
“Your wish”, replied his friend and gave a quick dash towards the lift, he pressed the button and it opened instantaneously. He got in and closed the door.
Karthik was left dumbstruck, who was still around 50 meters away from the elevator. “Hey…wait…What the hell ….” Karthik took a quick turn and took the stairs instead. He was no more tired. He was getting down the stairs as swiftly as possible.”I am gonna kill him…I have to win this one...Huh...Boy I will show you…who’s the best”. He left the security personnel gawking at him. He ran across the ground floor.. out to the open. The cool breeze made him feel better, but he didn’t give up the sprint. And there he was at the Food court in half a minute’s time.
“Huh….he hasn’t yet reached… I won …oh…that was kool”
After 5 minutes his friend came to the food court.
“Hey…Where were you man...I was waiting for you “
“What?? I took the stairs…When you closed the door”
“Oh God, instead of pressing the open button , I pressed the close….and When I realized I opened it again, but I was not able to see you there….then I went around in search of you…”
“Oh!!!”
“Then I heard someone shouting and yelling at the stairs…I got a bit afraid...And came back to the lift….when I asked the security he said he saw someone running past him”
“Hmm…it was me….I thought you are really having a race…” Karthik started laughing at the dumb act and his teammate joined with his own style of laughing howls.
“Hey Karthik!! Look at that dog…Who allowed him to get in…let’s take a snap and we can publish it tomorrow”.
”Hey we have to catch the bus”
“Wait...It will just take a minute….” And his friend took out his camera.
“There are lots of such pictures...And yours won’t make any difference..Come lets go”, said Kathik.
“hmm.. You are right..Why don’t you put that Identity card over the dog…that will look nice and it will be different?”
“What??”
“Yah...do that man...We will have fun...See …the dog is not moving at all, it looks to be sleeping…come on...Do that”.
“hmmm good idea…but make it fast”, Karthik took his I-Card out and with trembling hands he put that onto the dogs’ neck.
All of a sudden the dog stood up. And started waving his tail, as if he was saying ‘hello’ to his colleagues.
Click...Click…..
He gave a nice bark…
Click…Click…..
His canine was shinning like that of a tiger….
Click…Click….
“Wow..This is great…awesome pics…Dude…I think we are gonna have a great day tomorrow…look at the pics..Man!!!”
Karthik took the camera from his friend and started going through the pics…”Nice one indeed…great …tomorrow we will publish it...ha ha ha…come on lets go…”
When they reached the main gate, the security guard asked Karthik “Where is your card??”
Karthik turned towards his teammate with wide open eyes “Oh God...My I-Card…it’s still with that dog….”
“Oh…No!!”
They both turned back and started running back to the food court.
“We saw him here….but where is he…he is gone…..”
They searched all possible areas…amphitheater…garden…each and every pavement…parking lot….the dog was nowhere. At last they saw a security guard, ”Hello Sir did you see any dog with I-card?”
“Yah...I saw one going into that building”
“Huh…Why didn’t you stop him?”
“When I started to stop him...He stared at me and started barking as if he belongs to this company, I am going to the main gate to get some help”.
“What!!!…Karthik...Come on...Let’s go…”
They searched each and every floor, but the dog was nowhere. At last they reached their floor, it was still vacant. They heard some faint sound coming from a nearby cubicle. When they looked into it…They saw the dog…Sleeping quietly on a chair in front of a system as if doing the work assigned to him.
“Click...Click”
“Now take that I-Card off him dude”
And Karthik took that card carefully. The dog stood up languidly. The shine that they saw earlier in his eyes was gone. His canine was no more visible. He kept his head down. Without making any sound he left the floor.
Next day Karthiiks’ teammate published the dogs’ edited photo, sleeping in front of a system with a Card around his neck saying…
Gabbar,
Emp No. #,
Tel No #,
Blood Group#...
Software Engineer
Gabbar bana SE !!!!!
“Hey its 10, hurry up or else we will miss the bus” yelled Karthiks’ teammate.
“Yah!! It’s almost over…..send…close…Shutdown …Let’s go!!!”
They hurried through the passage and went past cubicles. Their floor was almost deserted.
On their way to the lift his friend said, “Come…Lets have a race…Let’s see who reaches the food court first!!!”
“What!!!! You wanna race at this time!! Are you gone mad? I am totally exhausted by the days’ work”
“Your wish”, replied his friend and gave a quick dash towards the lift, he pressed the button and it opened instantaneously. He got in and closed the door.
Karthik was left dumbstruck, who was still around 50 meters away from the elevator. “Hey…wait…What the hell ….” Karthik took a quick turn and took the stairs instead. He was no more tired. He was getting down the stairs as swiftly as possible.”I am gonna kill him…I have to win this one...Huh...Boy I will show you…who’s the best”. He left the security personnel gawking at him. He ran across the ground floor.. out to the open. The cool breeze made him feel better, but he didn’t give up the sprint. And there he was at the Food court in half a minute’s time.
“Huh….he hasn’t yet reached… I won …oh…that was kool”
After 5 minutes his friend came to the food court.
“Hey…Where were you man...I was waiting for you “
“What?? I took the stairs…When you closed the door”
“Oh God, instead of pressing the open button , I pressed the close….and When I realized I opened it again, but I was not able to see you there….then I went around in search of you…”
“Oh!!!”
“Then I heard someone shouting and yelling at the stairs…I got a bit afraid...And came back to the lift….when I asked the security he said he saw someone running past him”
“Hmm…it was me….I thought you are really having a race…” Karthik started laughing at the dumb act and his teammate joined with his own style of laughing howls.
“Hey Karthik!! Look at that dog…Who allowed him to get in…let’s take a snap and we can publish it tomorrow”.
”Hey we have to catch the bus”
“Wait...It will just take a minute….” And his friend took out his camera.
“There are lots of such pictures...And yours won’t make any difference..Come lets go”, said Kathik.
“hmm.. You are right..Why don’t you put that Identity card over the dog…that will look nice and it will be different?”
“What??”
“Yah...do that man...We will have fun...See …the dog is not moving at all, it looks to be sleeping…come on...Do that”.
“hmmm good idea…but make it fast”, Karthik took his I-Card out and with trembling hands he put that onto the dogs’ neck.
All of a sudden the dog stood up. And started waving his tail, as if he was saying ‘hello’ to his colleagues.
Click...Click…..
He gave a nice bark…
Click…Click…..
His canine was shinning like that of a tiger….
Click…Click….
“Wow..This is great…awesome pics…Dude…I think we are gonna have a great day tomorrow…look at the pics..Man!!!”
Karthik took the camera from his friend and started going through the pics…”Nice one indeed…great …tomorrow we will publish it...ha ha ha…come on lets go…”
When they reached the main gate, the security guard asked Karthik “Where is your card??”
Karthik turned towards his teammate with wide open eyes “Oh God...My I-Card…it’s still with that dog….”
“Oh…No!!”
They both turned back and started running back to the food court.
“We saw him here….but where is he…he is gone…..”
They searched all possible areas…amphitheater…garden…each and every pavement…parking lot….the dog was nowhere. At last they saw a security guard, ”Hello Sir did you see any dog with I-card?”
“Yah...I saw one going into that building”
“Huh…Why didn’t you stop him?”
“When I started to stop him...He stared at me and started barking as if he belongs to this company, I am going to the main gate to get some help”.
“What!!!…Karthik...Come on...Let’s go…”
They searched each and every floor, but the dog was nowhere. At last they reached their floor, it was still vacant. They heard some faint sound coming from a nearby cubicle. When they looked into it…They saw the dog…Sleeping quietly on a chair in front of a system as if doing the work assigned to him.
“Click...Click”
“Now take that I-Card off him dude”
And Karthik took that card carefully. The dog stood up languidly. The shine that they saw earlier in his eyes was gone. His canine was no more visible. He kept his head down. Without making any sound he left the floor.
Next day Karthiiks’ teammate published the dogs’ edited photo, sleeping in front of a system with a Card around his neck saying…
Gabbar,
Emp No. #,
Tel No #,
Blood Group#...
Software Engineer
Wednesday, August 29
Server Bole tho !!!!
Server Bole tho!!!
First year was the most hectic year in my engineering academic life. On one side I was about to leave Physics and Chemistry forever and on other side I was about to join the geek world.
Scene: First year computer practical exam.
Venue: Computer Lab
Time: The worst possible time...Around 12 o’clock.
The last day of my first year exams and the biggest mountain is still not conquered - “Computer Practical”.
The only thing I learned in last one year is to differentiate between a CPU and a monitor. This is the only
true knowledge I have about this subject.
Let me look at the search and sort program again.
Scanf then printf….Oops…printf then scanf… # include iostream.h…#include conio.h…clrscr()
Oh...God...I wish that share folder still exists… I hope the netsend command still works.
God...Help me… main ()…curly brackets open….
Oops !! There he is, the most brilliant student of our class Janeesh K.J , the one who asked
doubt to our Mechanical faculty on the first day itself. A tough question “Sir, is it possible to
store data on WordStar instead of Access “.
Ghosh!!! What’s WordStar?? What’s Access?? I am going to fail.
He looks too cool. Boy…5 more minutes left... C came after B…now we have C++ and VC++…C was discovered/invented (not sure) by Dennis Richie….
I can hear one of the gal asking Janeesh “What’s ANSI C ?”
Oops...I don’t know even that...Probably discovered by Ancy… so C was discovered by both Dennis and Ancy… might be husband - wife.
Here comes the lab assistant.
“Guys get in!!!”
So at last the time has come. Utmost one more supplementary. Huh!!! Karthik …you have been through these situations now and then … bravo...Come on!!!!
I entered the lab with shaking hands...legs…entire body...
Oh that’s my system!!!! It’s still vacant…my shared drives…. Ha ha ha ..great
“Hey…take this system…sit according to your roll number” (In came the voice of lab assistant)
What the…H*%$ is it….?
Hey even this system is far from the faculty’s desk. This is great.
“Now !! turn over the sheet of paper on your desk, you have to complete the task in 3 hours. First write down the algorithm and then start doing the program.”
So...This is it… Come on…let’s see what’s in there….
Write a program to sort N natural numbers in ascending order and then perform search operation.
(PS: Use Bubble sort and binary search).
Nice question the one I have mugged up. Take this Compy – Dompy…
#include iostream.h…#include conio.h..main()….
Its’ over and still plenty of time left. Let me see what others are doing. Oh !! God they all are gone. Was this paper that easy!!
“Karthik are you finished with the work?”
“Yes Mam”
“OK !! show me the output”
“Here it is...” ..Ctrl+F9
“Okay..that looks okay..it could have been better…you should add comments where ever possible…”…bla bla bla..and one more bla….
Oh !!! she is gone….hmmm..she will never get satisfied…anyways..It’s over…
I started going towards the door
“Karthik !!! where r u going? Come over here. You still have VIVA left.”
Huh !!! Not again !!!
“Please sit “
“Thank you “
“Okay !! Tell me..What is a computer”
‘A computer is an electronic device…….tttttrrrrrrrrrrppppppp”..
I am the best..I am the best..I am the best.. Yah I am best
“What r macros?”
‘Sorry’
Did she hear me saying I am the best…
“What r libraries”
‘Pardon’
“What are command line arguments?”
‘Don’t know’
“What are inbuilt functions?”
‘Can u please repeat the question……’
Are these questions from Computer Science!!!! Huh !!!
“Okay one last question…Show me where is the server in our lab”
Hmmm….Server is something big…yah it’s very big….bigger than CPU and monitor…now I have to find where it is….hmmm…
not that…that’s a switch board…not even that...that’s AC….hmmmm…which one is the server…..Oopps…that’s her again…
“Hey !!! Stop revolving in your chair and tell me..Which is the server?”
Hey that looks like a server….
’There it is’.…(pointing hand towards the UPS, but the faculty thought Karthik was pointing towards the system..kept on the table )
“Good…Why didn’t you tell me earlier if you knew that? Actually no one answered it correctly...Good keep it up”
“Thank you mam..thanks a lot…”
Yahoooo…..last ball..sixer..yipeeee………………….
From then on I never looked back, within hours I became the hero of the class. People started coming to me with their doubts.
I cleared all their doubts. Even that svelte gal came and asked “What’s ANSI C ?”. Till date she thinks Richie and Ancy are husband and wife.
First year was the most hectic year in my engineering academic life. On one side I was about to leave Physics and Chemistry forever and on other side I was about to join the geek world.
Scene: First year computer practical exam.
Venue: Computer Lab
Time: The worst possible time...Around 12 o’clock.
The last day of my first year exams and the biggest mountain is still not conquered - “Computer Practical”.
The only thing I learned in last one year is to differentiate between a CPU and a monitor. This is the only
true knowledge I have about this subject.
Let me look at the search and sort program again.
Scanf then printf….Oops…printf then scanf… # include iostream.h…#include conio.h…clrscr()
Oh...God...I wish that share folder still exists… I hope the netsend command still works.
God...Help me… main ()…curly brackets open….
Oops !! There he is, the most brilliant student of our class Janeesh K.J , the one who asked
doubt to our Mechanical faculty on the first day itself. A tough question “Sir, is it possible to
store data on WordStar instead of Access “.
Ghosh!!! What’s WordStar?? What’s Access?? I am going to fail.
He looks too cool. Boy…5 more minutes left... C came after B…now we have C++ and VC++…C was discovered/invented (not sure) by Dennis Richie….
I can hear one of the gal asking Janeesh “What’s ANSI C ?”
Oops...I don’t know even that...Probably discovered by Ancy… so C was discovered by both Dennis and Ancy… might be husband - wife.
Here comes the lab assistant.
“Guys get in!!!”
So at last the time has come. Utmost one more supplementary. Huh!!! Karthik …you have been through these situations now and then … bravo...Come on!!!!
I entered the lab with shaking hands...legs…entire body...
Oh that’s my system!!!! It’s still vacant…my shared drives…. Ha ha ha ..great
“Hey…take this system…sit according to your roll number” (In came the voice of lab assistant)
What the…H*%$ is it….?
Hey even this system is far from the faculty’s desk. This is great.
“Now !! turn over the sheet of paper on your desk, you have to complete the task in 3 hours. First write down the algorithm and then start doing the program.”
So...This is it… Come on…let’s see what’s in there….
Write a program to sort N natural numbers in ascending order and then perform search operation.
(PS: Use Bubble sort and binary search).
Nice question the one I have mugged up. Take this Compy – Dompy…
#include iostream.h…#include conio.h..main()….
Its’ over and still plenty of time left. Let me see what others are doing. Oh !! God they all are gone. Was this paper that easy!!
“Karthik are you finished with the work?”
“Yes Mam”
“OK !! show me the output”
“Here it is...” ..Ctrl+F9
“Okay..that looks okay..it could have been better…you should add comments where ever possible…”…bla bla bla..and one more bla….
Oh !!! she is gone….hmmm..she will never get satisfied…anyways..It’s over…
I started going towards the door
“Karthik !!! where r u going? Come over here. You still have VIVA left.”
Huh !!! Not again !!!
“Please sit “
“Thank you “
“Okay !! Tell me..What is a computer”
‘A computer is an electronic device…….tttttrrrrrrrrrrppppppp”..
I am the best..I am the best..I am the best.. Yah I am best
“What r macros?”
‘Sorry’
Did she hear me saying I am the best…
“What r libraries”
‘Pardon’
“What are command line arguments?”
‘Don’t know’
“What are inbuilt functions?”
‘Can u please repeat the question……’
Are these questions from Computer Science!!!! Huh !!!
“Okay one last question…Show me where is the server in our lab”
Hmmm….Server is something big…yah it’s very big….bigger than CPU and monitor…now I have to find where it is….hmmm…
not that…that’s a switch board…not even that...that’s AC….hmmmm…which one is the server…..Oopps…that’s her again…
“Hey !!! Stop revolving in your chair and tell me..Which is the server?”
Hey that looks like a server….
’There it is’.…(pointing hand towards the UPS, but the faculty thought Karthik was pointing towards the system..kept on the table )
“Good…Why didn’t you tell me earlier if you knew that? Actually no one answered it correctly...Good keep it up”
“Thank you mam..thanks a lot…”
Yahoooo…..last ball..sixer..yipeeee………………….
From then on I never looked back, within hours I became the hero of the class. People started coming to me with their doubts.
I cleared all their doubts. Even that svelte gal came and asked “What’s ANSI C ?”. Till date she thinks Richie and Ancy are husband and wife.
Wednesday, August 8
Alas!!! The Quest Ends.......
Alas!!! The Quest Ends.......
I parked the car in front of her house. The sit out was filled with unknown faces. They all had something in common- a wide smile and a good dress (probably from the same store). I stepped out of my car and helped my uncle who is around 75 to get out. Mom whispered, “It seems all are waiting for us”. Spitting out the remains of betal leaves, without bothering the crowd my uncle replied in a louder voice, “It’s like this only. Anyway, this is less as compared to the crowd we used to have in our time. The whole village used to gather on such occasions… ha ha ha “. Mom gave a sheepish smile, (so embarrassing).
We just had moved two or three steps,I saw a man making his way out of the crowd. He had the biggest smile compared to others. Mom murmured again, “Must be gal’s dad”.)
“Hello !!! (with a much wider smile…testing the limits of his mouth), did you find it difficult to search our house?”
My uncle (louder than ever) “No …Never….(after a small pause) Just kept on asking now n then…We went in the wrong direction at one or two places...Anyway it was a nice drive”. (Who asked him all these details…huh…? )
The man (still with that sluggish smile),”Okay, Come…”.
I looked at the mob….How to get in? But to my surprise, the sit out was clear in no time. They took all the possible exits (over the small bars…getting back into the house… from the edge of the steps…pushing each other...as if making way for some VIP).
We went inside the house. The front room was beautifully decorated. All the show pieces were on display. The table had two or three flower wases containing different colors of plastic flowers. The drawing table was surrounded by sofa sets. A lady came out of the room and asked my mom something in a very low voice. Then I saw Mom going inside with that lady.( Oh!!! Mom please come back ). I was left alone with my uncle in the drawing room. Almost all the sofa sets were occupied. The man with a controlled anger asked a little toddler to get out of the sofa, and turned towards us “Please …”
Uncle sat next to me and the man made his tummy to settle down in a sofa kept in front of us. There was pin drop silence in the room; it looked as if I was sitting in an examination hall. Someone from the crowd, broke the silence,” Did you find it difficult to search the house?”
Oh!! Not again. But this time, I didn’t allow my uncle to answer and I gave a quick reply, “No...It was a nice drive”
“So how was the weather?”
“Pretty ok…it drizzled a bit...”
Then my uncle took over the stage. He came up with different topics, ranging from our mutual relatives to current politics. And the half an hour nonstop chat was nasty. All eyes were on me. And whenever I looked back, either they gave a sheepish smile or they turned their faces in some other direction.( So disgusting..huh!!!!) People were pushing and pulling each other to have a look at me ….At last a wise man (thanks a lot …you are the best person) said, “Ok lets have some tea and snacks…. Let’s call the gal”.
The gals’ father got up and went inside. I kept my eyes on the door. And now…Here she is…a beautiful looking gal…. with a smile on her face… so charming...so innocent…and the frock really suits her…
what??? Frock!!!!... ..
Very cute little kid… she came near and whispered , “Uncle…Didi will be here in any moment…” .
I smiled back…”OK..let’s wait for the tsunami…he he he ”
“Hello !!! (with a much wider smile…testing the limits of his mouth), did you find it difficult to search our house?”
My uncle (louder than ever) “No …Never….(after a small pause) Just kept on asking now n then…We went in the wrong direction at one or two places...Anyway it was a nice drive”. (Who asked him all these details…huh…? )
The man (still with that sluggish smile),”Okay, Come…”.
I looked at the mob….How to get in? But to my surprise, the sit out was clear in no time. They took all the possible exits (over the small bars…getting back into the house… from the edge of the steps…pushing each other...as if making way for some VIP).
We went inside the house. The front room was beautifully decorated. All the show pieces were on display. The table had two or three flower wases containing different colors of plastic flowers. The drawing table was surrounded by sofa sets. A lady came out of the room and asked my mom something in a very low voice. Then I saw Mom going inside with that lady.( Oh!!! Mom please come back ). I was left alone with my uncle in the drawing room. Almost all the sofa sets were occupied. The man with a controlled anger asked a little toddler to get out of the sofa, and turned towards us “Please …”
Uncle sat next to me and the man made his tummy to settle down in a sofa kept in front of us. There was pin drop silence in the room; it looked as if I was sitting in an examination hall. Someone from the crowd, broke the silence,” Did you find it difficult to search the house?”
Oh!! Not again. But this time, I didn’t allow my uncle to answer and I gave a quick reply, “No...It was a nice drive”
“So how was the weather?”
“Pretty ok…it drizzled a bit...”
Then my uncle took over the stage. He came up with different topics, ranging from our mutual relatives to current politics. And the half an hour nonstop chat was nasty. All eyes were on me. And whenever I looked back, either they gave a sheepish smile or they turned their faces in some other direction.( So disgusting..huh!!!!) People were pushing and pulling each other to have a look at me ….At last a wise man (thanks a lot …you are the best person) said, “Ok lets have some tea and snacks…. Let’s call the gal”.
The gals’ father got up and went inside. I kept my eyes on the door. And now…Here she is…a beautiful looking gal…. with a smile on her face… so charming...so innocent…and the frock really suits her…
what??? Frock!!!!... ..
Very cute little kid… she came near and whispered , “Uncle…Didi will be here in any moment…” .
I smiled back…”OK..let’s wait for the tsunami…he he he ”
She giggled and even I couldn’t stop laughing. No one else noticed it, they were busy with their own discussions.I was having a great time with the kid, who was sitting on my lap with lots of authority.
“Where is your didi?”
“She is doing some final touching. In the morning she was cursing mom for not getting her favorite Fusha Pink nailpolish.”
I couldn’t control my laughter and the whole room went silent. They were all staring at me.“Sorry!!!”
But soon they started looking towards the door. There she is!! Yah..that’s her !!! She looked like a princess in her red Kanchipuram(whatever) Saree. She barely had any ornaments. Her beauty lied in her simplicity. For a second, I thought there was no one else in the room.
Suddenly I felt as if someone was pinching me,”Bhaiya, stop staring at her….Shut your wide open mouth”
“Oopps!! Thank you dear “
She placed the tray on the table and took a step or two back. She stood there silently. She was not even looking at me. It looked as if her eyes were searching for some images on the floor. Again the silence broke with my Uncles’ sound,”So what are you doing nowadays Sapna?”
Her dad intrupted,”mmm.. Sneha..not Sapna”.
“Oh!! I am really sorry, she looks exactly like my daughter Sapna, that’s’ why I got confused”
(Huh!!! His daughter Sapna, looks more like Ashok Leyland!!! How can he compare this gal with her?)
“I am working with a technopark based software company”, Sneha replied.
“Nice to hear that, today gals are as smart as boys, gone those days when they were considered as house maids..ha ha ha ha”… (huh!! One more addition to his list of PJs )
That was just a start, after that she was bombarded with lot many questions. My uncle didn’t even bother to shut his mouth once. Even mom was looking awkwardly towards uncle. Poor gal…my sympathies are with you. Does she know that I am the fellow for whom she is taking so much pain. I don’t think she knows me. After half an hour of cross questioning, her dad interrupted my uncle and looked at me, “If you want to talk to her, you can very well have a chat with her”.
I was about to say something, when my uncle cut across,”hmm.. that’s nice, I think they should be left alone”
(Thank God!!! For the first time he said something sane. I will buy you a pair of betal leaves on our way back. )
“Ok, then Sneha!! Show your room to Karthik”.
She looked at me for the first time and smiled. Oh God!!! That’s a million dollar smile. She turned and went inside the room. I followed her and the little toddler kept swinging on my right arm. Man!! She really weighs a lot… God knows…What her mom feeds her?
I entered her room, very nicely maintained place. Lots n lots of books, placed neatly on shelves. A nice sheet adored her bed. Walls were beautifully decorated with paintings, with a sign of “S” on each painting. A computer was kept at the corner. I sat on a chair next to it. The little gal rushed towards the dressing table. She started trying all sort of makeup on her little face. She was making maximum use of this freedom; she knew that her sister won’t scold her in front of me.
Somehow I wanted to break the silence,”hmm..Sneha!!”
“Yes..”
My mind went blank… nothing to ask…Oh God !!!
“No nailpolishes..why?”
(What the hell?.. from where I got this question…Kid…I am gonna kill you… )
She stared at me and then looked at the toddler,” I am gonna kill her. She is such a big mouth”.
Then she realized , what she was saying. She looked at me again, “I am sorry.”
I started laughing at my foolishness and even she felt the humor. Soon we were talking like friends. After half an hour, I realized the time, “I think I must go now. It was really nice talking to you”
“Same here Karthik”
She smiled and I kept looking at her.
By then her little sister was making hell lot of noise..“Bhaiya..let’s go!!!”
“Sneha, do you like me”
“Bhaiya lets go…”.. grrrrrrr……
After a pause, with a touch of shyness, she said, “Yes”
“Bhaiya lets go! Let’s Go!!!! Lets Goooooooooo!!!!”
The kid was so disturbing, she was spoiling the whole charm.
I looked at the toddler and roared, “Shut up..Shut up will you??...huh………don’ t call me bhaiya anymore…. … …I am your jiju”
And the room filled with our laughs and cheers.
“Where is your didi?”
“She is doing some final touching. In the morning she was cursing mom for not getting her favorite Fusha Pink nailpolish.”
I couldn’t control my laughter and the whole room went silent. They were all staring at me.“Sorry!!!”
But soon they started looking towards the door. There she is!! Yah..that’s her !!! She looked like a princess in her red Kanchipuram(whatever) Saree. She barely had any ornaments. Her beauty lied in her simplicity. For a second, I thought there was no one else in the room.
Suddenly I felt as if someone was pinching me,”Bhaiya, stop staring at her….Shut your wide open mouth”
“Oopps!! Thank you dear “
She placed the tray on the table and took a step or two back. She stood there silently. She was not even looking at me. It looked as if her eyes were searching for some images on the floor. Again the silence broke with my Uncles’ sound,”So what are you doing nowadays Sapna?”
Her dad intrupted,”mmm.. Sneha..not Sapna”.
“Oh!! I am really sorry, she looks exactly like my daughter Sapna, that’s’ why I got confused”
(Huh!!! His daughter Sapna, looks more like Ashok Leyland!!! How can he compare this gal with her?)
“I am working with a technopark based software company”, Sneha replied.
“Nice to hear that, today gals are as smart as boys, gone those days when they were considered as house maids..ha ha ha ha”… (huh!! One more addition to his list of PJs )
That was just a start, after that she was bombarded with lot many questions. My uncle didn’t even bother to shut his mouth once. Even mom was looking awkwardly towards uncle. Poor gal…my sympathies are with you. Does she know that I am the fellow for whom she is taking so much pain. I don’t think she knows me. After half an hour of cross questioning, her dad interrupted my uncle and looked at me, “If you want to talk to her, you can very well have a chat with her”.
I was about to say something, when my uncle cut across,”hmm.. that’s nice, I think they should be left alone”
(Thank God!!! For the first time he said something sane. I will buy you a pair of betal leaves on our way back. )
“Ok, then Sneha!! Show your room to Karthik”.
She looked at me for the first time and smiled. Oh God!!! That’s a million dollar smile. She turned and went inside the room. I followed her and the little toddler kept swinging on my right arm. Man!! She really weighs a lot… God knows…What her mom feeds her?
I entered her room, very nicely maintained place. Lots n lots of books, placed neatly on shelves. A nice sheet adored her bed. Walls were beautifully decorated with paintings, with a sign of “S” on each painting. A computer was kept at the corner. I sat on a chair next to it. The little gal rushed towards the dressing table. She started trying all sort of makeup on her little face. She was making maximum use of this freedom; she knew that her sister won’t scold her in front of me.
Somehow I wanted to break the silence,”hmm..Sneha!!”
“Yes..”
My mind went blank… nothing to ask…Oh God !!!
“No nailpolishes..why?”
(What the hell?.. from where I got this question…Kid…I am gonna kill you… )
She stared at me and then looked at the toddler,” I am gonna kill her. She is such a big mouth”.
Then she realized , what she was saying. She looked at me again, “I am sorry.”
I started laughing at my foolishness and even she felt the humor. Soon we were talking like friends. After half an hour, I realized the time, “I think I must go now. It was really nice talking to you”
“Same here Karthik”
She smiled and I kept looking at her.
By then her little sister was making hell lot of noise..“Bhaiya..let’s go!!!”
“Sneha, do you like me”
“Bhaiya lets go…”.. grrrrrrr……
After a pause, with a touch of shyness, she said, “Yes”
“Bhaiya lets go! Let’s Go!!!! Lets Goooooooooo!!!!”
The kid was so disturbing, she was spoiling the whole charm.
I looked at the toddler and roared, “Shut up..Shut up will you??...huh………don’ t call me bhaiya anymore…. … …I am your jiju”
And the room filled with our laughs and cheers.
Thursday, July 26
A Tribute to Harry Potter
A Tribute to Harry Potter
“Alas it’s over” - phrase which always comes to mind when I finish a novel. The book goes back to the
shelves and it hardly gets the warmth of my hands again. It never mattered whether its’ Robert Langdon,
Hercule Poirot or Sherlock, never had any attachments with the characters. For me it was just another
book or just another character or just another art of fiction. But when it comes to Harry Potter,
things are different.
For me it all started in the year 2002, when my sister brought a book from her friend. It took her two
days to finish that book. I had never seen her getting deep into any of her novels. Out of curiosity
I asked her about the book. She said, “Its’ about an orphan, who has got magical powers”.
It sounded interesting to me and by the time I asked her for the book, it was gone.
It was the month of April; I was staying in a hostel. My friend bought a book for his kid brother.
My eyes went wide when I saw the book, it was the one that my sister had. And for the next
two days I was in the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron. I saw him fighting Basilisk in the
Chamber of Secrets. And when it got over, it had left its charm over me. I searched
for the first part and started my journey with Harry Potter, the kid who survived ‘Avada Kedavara’.
Then on I never missed any part. I waited for the next whenever a part got finished.
‘Order of Phoenix’, the best part I have ever read. Never thought that JK will portrait her protagonist
as a figure of total ignorance and stupidity. Kudos to her courage, her charm worked again and
I was able to see Harry as someone from our own herd of people, who was very much prone to mistakes.
By the time I finished that book in the candle light, I started thinking about him. I felt empathetic to the little kid.
Yesterday I finished reading the last book. At the time when I reached the 36th chapter, I felt like not reading
the book further. It was not because I was not curious about the climax, it was because I knew that this is the
last book and I won’t be seeing Harry Potter again.
I was there to adore him when he was a little kid lying in small basket, when Dumbledore gave that kid to Dursleys’,
I was there to feel his pain when he was treated badly by his Uncle and Aunt,
I was there to sing n applaud when he celebrated his birthday with Hagrid,
I was there to wonder with my eyes wide open when he first crossed Platform 9 ¾,
I was there with trembling hands and legs when he first fought Lord Voldermort,
I was there to feel the wind when he flew in Mr. Weasleys’ car,
I was there with fear and agony when he fought Basilisk,
I was there with all my curiousness when he first met Sirius,
I was there to enjoy when he formed his first Petronus- the stag,
I was there under his invisibility cloak whenever he wandered out,
I was there with a smile on my face when he felt shy on seeing Cho n Ginny,
I was there with my eyes wet with tears when Dumbledore died.
It has been a long journey with Harry. A journey which started with ‘Avada Kedavara’ and ended with ‘Expelliarmus’ .
I feel empty from inside when I start realizing that I won’t be seeing Harry Potter books again. The HP journey,
which started 5 years back for me, has come to an end. I promise, my collection of Harry Potter won’t lay in
the dark with other books.It will be there in front of me whenever I want to visit the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron.
It will always have the warmth of my hands.
Hats off to Joanne "Jo" Rowling
“Alas it’s over” - phrase which always comes to mind when I finish a novel. The book goes back to the
shelves and it hardly gets the warmth of my hands again. It never mattered whether its’ Robert Langdon,
Hercule Poirot or Sherlock, never had any attachments with the characters. For me it was just another
book or just another character or just another art of fiction. But when it comes to Harry Potter,
things are different.
For me it all started in the year 2002, when my sister brought a book from her friend. It took her two
days to finish that book. I had never seen her getting deep into any of her novels. Out of curiosity
I asked her about the book. She said, “Its’ about an orphan, who has got magical powers”.
It sounded interesting to me and by the time I asked her for the book, it was gone.
It was the month of April; I was staying in a hostel. My friend bought a book for his kid brother.
My eyes went wide when I saw the book, it was the one that my sister had. And for the next
two days I was in the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron. I saw him fighting Basilisk in the
Chamber of Secrets. And when it got over, it had left its charm over me. I searched
for the first part and started my journey with Harry Potter, the kid who survived ‘Avada Kedavara’.
Then on I never missed any part. I waited for the next whenever a part got finished.
‘Order of Phoenix’, the best part I have ever read. Never thought that JK will portrait her protagonist
as a figure of total ignorance and stupidity. Kudos to her courage, her charm worked again and
I was able to see Harry as someone from our own herd of people, who was very much prone to mistakes.
By the time I finished that book in the candle light, I started thinking about him. I felt empathetic to the little kid.
Yesterday I finished reading the last book. At the time when I reached the 36th chapter, I felt like not reading
the book further. It was not because I was not curious about the climax, it was because I knew that this is the
last book and I won’t be seeing Harry Potter again.
I was there to adore him when he was a little kid lying in small basket, when Dumbledore gave that kid to Dursleys’,
I was there to feel his pain when he was treated badly by his Uncle and Aunt,
I was there to sing n applaud when he celebrated his birthday with Hagrid,
I was there to wonder with my eyes wide open when he first crossed Platform 9 ¾,
I was there with trembling hands and legs when he first fought Lord Voldermort,
I was there to feel the wind when he flew in Mr. Weasleys’ car,
I was there with fear and agony when he fought Basilisk,
I was there with all my curiousness when he first met Sirius,
I was there to enjoy when he formed his first Petronus- the stag,
I was there under his invisibility cloak whenever he wandered out,
I was there with a smile on my face when he felt shy on seeing Cho n Ginny,
I was there with my eyes wet with tears when Dumbledore died.
It has been a long journey with Harry. A journey which started with ‘Avada Kedavara’ and ended with ‘Expelliarmus’ .
I feel empty from inside when I start realizing that I won’t be seeing Harry Potter books again. The HP journey,
which started 5 years back for me, has come to an end. I promise, my collection of Harry Potter won’t lay in
the dark with other books.It will be there in front of me whenever I want to visit the wonder world of Harry, Hermione and Ron.
It will always have the warmth of my hands.
Hats off to Joanne "Jo" Rowling
Tuesday, July 17
No Topic !!!
Clutch… First Gear … Accelerator…
I have got no topic for this particular story. As always I tried my best to find out a word or two, which would probably summarize the whole story, but I couldn’t. Hope I will find one by the end of this story. Keep guessing what it is all about. So here we go…
Second gear…..
Now the protagonist of this particular story is my roomie “Sundar”. His name reminds me of the old Raj kapoors’ character in the movie Sangam. Hey just a minute… only his name is similar to that of Raj Kapoors’ character not his attitude-personality or looks… He is smart, young, working in a reputed software company, his brain is still working perfectly (I have to tell this coz I mentioned software company).I hope that will give a foggy sketch of Sundar. So that’s Sundar for you.
From here on the story contains 90% imagination, 5% my personal experience, 4 % from the in depth learning of various FWDs related to love and of course 1% of truth.
Now let’s move to highway…third gear...
Last Saturday it was Sundars’ birthday. He organized a party for his friends at Hotel ShivSagar. Since one of my flat mates had gone to his native place, Sundar decided to give an Exclusive Flatmates’ treat on the next weekend. Means, we were not invited to his birthday party. Anyway the story has nothing to do with his flat mates. Let’s move on. He invited around 12 of his project mates/schoolmates/friends to his party. 5 of them had CAT classes, 2 were down with cold, 1 was out of town and 2 were sugars (who got dissolved in the rain). In the end there were only 2 chaps to celebrate his birthday. Lucky Sundar!!! His credit card is still in his purse, yet to see the outside world.
No Traffic… fourth gear ….
This is when we can judge our true friends. And I think these two are the closest friends he has in Pune. He met Radha at MPIXC (Multi Prupose Infy Xerox Center) in the month of November and they became friends. Their friendship grew in the chilly winter and in the hot summer and here she was in the month of July as one of his trusted friends. “Ravi”, his project mate, I am still not sure whether he is his best friend or whether he turned up because of Miss. Xerox. Whatever the reason be, Ravi was also there. Radha presented a beautifully wrapped gift to Sundar. At first he thought it was a book, later on he realized that it was a photo frame. And it had a beautiful picture of a young lady walking down the lane with a gentleman. Sundar was touched and he ordered all the cuisines that the Shivsagar guyz had. The so called party was over by 8 p.m. Radhas’ flat was around 10 k.m. from the Hotel and she was scared to go alone. Soon Sundar was making his way to the Auto stands. He got totally drenched and his dresses were stinking. Some how he got an auto and asked the driver to go to Shivsagar. As he reached the Hotel he saw a Pulsar stopping next too his Auto. It was Ravi. “Dude, don’t worry about her, I will drop her… You can take the Auto to your Flat and get yourself a hot cup of tea, else you will catch cold”. Ravi didn’t miss a single chance…. he scored as much as he could. Sundar was left all alone. The young lady was riding down the lane with his friend. Hey!!! Now that something similar to Rajkapoors’ Sangam “Dosth..dosth….Naa raha.. Pyar.. Pyar.. naa raha….” . And with a broken heart he came back to Flat. When I enquired about the party he just said three words….probably the topic of my story, “Chicks like bikes”.
I have got no topic for this particular story. As always I tried my best to find out a word or two, which would probably summarize the whole story, but I couldn’t. Hope I will find one by the end of this story. Keep guessing what it is all about. So here we go…
Second gear…..
Now the protagonist of this particular story is my roomie “Sundar”. His name reminds me of the old Raj kapoors’ character in the movie Sangam. Hey just a minute… only his name is similar to that of Raj Kapoors’ character not his attitude-personality or looks… He is smart, young, working in a reputed software company, his brain is still working perfectly (I have to tell this coz I mentioned software company).I hope that will give a foggy sketch of Sundar. So that’s Sundar for you.
From here on the story contains 90% imagination, 5% my personal experience, 4 % from the in depth learning of various FWDs related to love and of course 1% of truth.
Now let’s move to highway…third gear...
Last Saturday it was Sundars’ birthday. He organized a party for his friends at Hotel ShivSagar. Since one of my flat mates had gone to his native place, Sundar decided to give an Exclusive Flatmates’ treat on the next weekend. Means, we were not invited to his birthday party. Anyway the story has nothing to do with his flat mates. Let’s move on. He invited around 12 of his project mates/schoolmates/friends to his party. 5 of them had CAT classes, 2 were down with cold, 1 was out of town and 2 were sugars (who got dissolved in the rain). In the end there were only 2 chaps to celebrate his birthday. Lucky Sundar!!! His credit card is still in his purse, yet to see the outside world.
No Traffic… fourth gear ….
This is when we can judge our true friends. And I think these two are the closest friends he has in Pune. He met Radha at MPIXC (Multi Prupose Infy Xerox Center) in the month of November and they became friends. Their friendship grew in the chilly winter and in the hot summer and here she was in the month of July as one of his trusted friends. “Ravi”, his project mate, I am still not sure whether he is his best friend or whether he turned up because of Miss. Xerox. Whatever the reason be, Ravi was also there. Radha presented a beautifully wrapped gift to Sundar. At first he thought it was a book, later on he realized that it was a photo frame. And it had a beautiful picture of a young lady walking down the lane with a gentleman. Sundar was touched and he ordered all the cuisines that the Shivsagar guyz had. The so called party was over by 8 p.m. Radhas’ flat was around 10 k.m. from the Hotel and she was scared to go alone. Soon Sundar was making his way to the Auto stands. He got totally drenched and his dresses were stinking. Some how he got an auto and asked the driver to go to Shivsagar. As he reached the Hotel he saw a Pulsar stopping next too his Auto. It was Ravi. “Dude, don’t worry about her, I will drop her… You can take the Auto to your Flat and get yourself a hot cup of tea, else you will catch cold”. Ravi didn’t miss a single chance…. he scored as much as he could. Sundar was left all alone. The young lady was riding down the lane with his friend. Hey!!! Now that something similar to Rajkapoors’ Sangam “Dosth..dosth….Naa raha.. Pyar.. Pyar.. naa raha….” . And with a broken heart he came back to Flat. When I enquired about the party he just said three words….probably the topic of my story, “Chicks like bikes”.
Wednesday, May 2
CAT: A Drunkards’ Perspective
CAT: A Drunkards’ Perspective
It is sad that most of the innovative ideas, lateral thoughts and out of the box sort of views comes to people whenever they are drunk. Why is it so? Why you find that the people sitting in a bar have more ideas than the person sitting in a group discussion? Is it because they don’t think twice before presenting their opinion? Is it because they have their on stance on each and every topic? For them it doesn’t matter whether the discussion is about their neighbours’ wife or US invasion on Iraq. The best thing is, they have their own say and have lots of evidences to prove that they are right.
Most of the engineering graduates write Common Admission Test (CAT) either after finishing their degree course or after getting experience in some company. They want to do MBA and that too from IIMs, because once they get out of these B-Schools they will be paid more. They will be getting around 7-12 p.a. package initially. And that’s just fantastic…Isn’t it? Huh… even I wanted to do that.
Hey …did I say “wanted”?? It seems that after visiting Apache last night, my views have changed. Oh!!! I forget to tell you about Apache. Don’t worry, neither it’s a CAT coaching institution nor a spiritual institution. It’s just another Bar in the heart of the city.
Most of the cities look awesome during weekends. Its fun to go out and enjoy the glamorous world. Yesterday I went out on a ride with my friend Abhy. Let me tell you one thing, he is an awesome bike rider. And I am not telling this just because he can change gears but because he can bisects the traffic, he can ride his Pulsar in wrong way (with 100 vehicles going in one way and his bike challenging the waves), he can easily get away from Pandu (the Traffic Policeman) and of course he regularly touches 80kmph at busy – narrow roads. That makes him the best rider I have ever seen. I still doubt whether he has got a driving license or not.
Anyway, last night we did a lot of window shopping and roamed around the city. At around 8 o’clock we were joined by Abhys’ friend Manu and we went to Apache. The place was totally crowded. Somehow we got a table at the first floor. The music was so loud that we were talking at the top of our voice. Abhy and Manu ordered for Pitcher and Chicken fry.
As a keen listener I was listening to their discussion. Their topic ranged from Manus’ last visit to an undiscovered beach to Abhys’ girlfriends. Then they started discussing about their friends and for our astonishment most of them were preparing for CAT. They were working very hard to get into the top B-Schools. They spend most of their time reading books, editorials, solving previous question papers, attending coaching classes.... They hardly went out during weekends. Manu said,” Ah!! Their life stinks”. “When I was a kid, my parents wanted me to get good marks in 10th exams. They said my life will be shaped according to my performance in board exams. And when I did that, they wanted me to do well in 12th exam and wanted me to write entrance exams. Again I put a lot of effort and got into engineering. I worked hard even in my college days and got a job. Now I don’t want to study anymore. I am satisfied with the way the things are. It’s better to enjoy this pitcher at Apache rather than trying to solve aptitude questions.” Even though a lot of people disagree with this view, I thought there was some bitter truth in whatever he has said. Abhy strongly supported Manu, he said “Look at this!!! Already you are 23, it will take at least a year or so for CAT preparation and even if you get into IIMs, by the time you pass out you will be around 26. After that you will hardly get any time to enjoy your bachelor life. So it’s better to enjoy the next 3 or 4 years of freedom rather than wasting time in studies and management skills.” Whatever Abhy said was correct and the figures that he gave were perfect. That made me to think a lot about this.
That’s why I think that it is sad that most of the innovative ideas, lateral thoughts and out of the box sort of views comes to people whenever they are drunk. It is sad because once they gain there consciousness they don’t remember anything. They won’t even remember that they have formulated something that would have taken years of hard work and knowledge. Their discussions are so scholastic that we can sit there with a pen & paper and make notes. Abhy and Manu won’t be remembering this conversation, but their discussion made me to retrospect my plans. They made me to think once again, whether to waste next three years in yet another college or to enjoy their company at Apache.
It is sad that most of the innovative ideas, lateral thoughts and out of the box sort of views comes to people whenever they are drunk. Why is it so? Why you find that the people sitting in a bar have more ideas than the person sitting in a group discussion? Is it because they don’t think twice before presenting their opinion? Is it because they have their on stance on each and every topic? For them it doesn’t matter whether the discussion is about their neighbours’ wife or US invasion on Iraq. The best thing is, they have their own say and have lots of evidences to prove that they are right.
Most of the engineering graduates write Common Admission Test (CAT) either after finishing their degree course or after getting experience in some company. They want to do MBA and that too from IIMs, because once they get out of these B-Schools they will be paid more. They will be getting around 7-12 p.a. package initially. And that’s just fantastic…Isn’t it? Huh… even I wanted to do that.
Hey …did I say “wanted”?? It seems that after visiting Apache last night, my views have changed. Oh!!! I forget to tell you about Apache. Don’t worry, neither it’s a CAT coaching institution nor a spiritual institution. It’s just another Bar in the heart of the city.
Most of the cities look awesome during weekends. Its fun to go out and enjoy the glamorous world. Yesterday I went out on a ride with my friend Abhy. Let me tell you one thing, he is an awesome bike rider. And I am not telling this just because he can change gears but because he can bisects the traffic, he can ride his Pulsar in wrong way (with 100 vehicles going in one way and his bike challenging the waves), he can easily get away from Pandu (the Traffic Policeman) and of course he regularly touches 80kmph at busy – narrow roads. That makes him the best rider I have ever seen. I still doubt whether he has got a driving license or not.
Anyway, last night we did a lot of window shopping and roamed around the city. At around 8 o’clock we were joined by Abhys’ friend Manu and we went to Apache. The place was totally crowded. Somehow we got a table at the first floor. The music was so loud that we were talking at the top of our voice. Abhy and Manu ordered for Pitcher and Chicken fry.
As a keen listener I was listening to their discussion. Their topic ranged from Manus’ last visit to an undiscovered beach to Abhys’ girlfriends. Then they started discussing about their friends and for our astonishment most of them were preparing for CAT. They were working very hard to get into the top B-Schools. They spend most of their time reading books, editorials, solving previous question papers, attending coaching classes.... They hardly went out during weekends. Manu said,” Ah!! Their life stinks”. “When I was a kid, my parents wanted me to get good marks in 10th exams. They said my life will be shaped according to my performance in board exams. And when I did that, they wanted me to do well in 12th exam and wanted me to write entrance exams. Again I put a lot of effort and got into engineering. I worked hard even in my college days and got a job. Now I don’t want to study anymore. I am satisfied with the way the things are. It’s better to enjoy this pitcher at Apache rather than trying to solve aptitude questions.” Even though a lot of people disagree with this view, I thought there was some bitter truth in whatever he has said. Abhy strongly supported Manu, he said “Look at this!!! Already you are 23, it will take at least a year or so for CAT preparation and even if you get into IIMs, by the time you pass out you will be around 26. After that you will hardly get any time to enjoy your bachelor life. So it’s better to enjoy the next 3 or 4 years of freedom rather than wasting time in studies and management skills.” Whatever Abhy said was correct and the figures that he gave were perfect. That made me to think a lot about this.
That’s why I think that it is sad that most of the innovative ideas, lateral thoughts and out of the box sort of views comes to people whenever they are drunk. It is sad because once they gain there consciousness they don’t remember anything. They won’t even remember that they have formulated something that would have taken years of hard work and knowledge. Their discussions are so scholastic that we can sit there with a pen & paper and make notes. Abhy and Manu won’t be remembering this conversation, but their discussion made me to retrospect my plans. They made me to think once again, whether to waste next three years in yet another college or to enjoy their company at Apache.
Monday, March 19
Potpourri !!!
Potpourri
Today one of my friends asked me to help him in his infatuation... Sorry yaar I am calling it an infatuation because it’s not luv and that you will realize later on. Anyway the article is not about your infatuation or the so called attraction, its all about proposing someone and not getting a negative reply, so that ur heart don’t break into pieces. So here is the Potpourri for a perfect love :
Let’s take an example, now the example includes some characters and I will have to use some names too. How about Raj or Aryan or Rahul, the famous Shahrukh Khan characters. Nice Right?? Ok let’s take Rahul. And as usual Rahul saw this girl Anjali, Who is working in the same company with Rahul. They met each other during their project days and mailed-msged each other frequently.And since Rahul was a dumb fellow, he thought he is in love with Anjali. And went and proposed her. The result was dum dum dum...
Now the result was pretty obvious. Since Anjali had plenty of choices around her and never thought Raj will be such a dumb guy to propose her, she rejected his proposal. Now the question
arises "Is there anyway Raj could hav done much better? " So that the result will be different.mmmm...Yup!! I will say yes!! there is a sure shot way to success. Want to know what it is…….
Ok !!!! Here it goes from the vast experience of my friends and ofcourse mine .......
See the thing is you cannot fall in love in a month or two. It takes time. You will have to understand the person completely. You will have to spend time with that person, will have to maintain a very close and friendly relationship.It takes time to understand each other. Now the Q is how much time ?? mmmmmm........an year or two !!! But the thing is after all this you will come to know that whether she has got any crush on someone else or not, If "No" , the path is clear for you buddy (no matter how much she luvs her parents....).Just go and propose her. she will not say NO!!! why ?? either she loves u or she don't want to break your heart. Whatever it is...... the end result matters.... If “Yes”…then Rakhi zindabad..or use the popular number suggested by one of my friend..just say “Didi darr gayi !!! “
So have a nice time.........
At the end of the day ..what u need is a girl who loves you more than anyone else in the world….So enjoy
If you think you hav got a better idea ...then ......reply
Let’s take an example, now the example includes some characters and I will have to use some names too. How about Raj or Aryan or Rahul, the famous Shahrukh Khan characters. Nice Right?? Ok let’s take Rahul. And as usual Rahul saw this girl Anjali, Who is working in the same company with Rahul. They met each other during their project days and mailed-msged each other frequently.And since Rahul was a dumb fellow, he thought he is in love with Anjali. And went and proposed her. The result was dum dum dum...
Now the result was pretty obvious. Since Anjali had plenty of choices around her and never thought Raj will be such a dumb guy to propose her, she rejected his proposal. Now the question
arises "Is there anyway Raj could hav done much better? " So that the result will be different.mmmm...Yup!! I will say yes!! there is a sure shot way to success. Want to know what it is…….
Ok !!!! Here it goes from the vast experience of my friends and ofcourse mine .......
See the thing is you cannot fall in love in a month or two. It takes time. You will have to understand the person completely. You will have to spend time with that person, will have to maintain a very close and friendly relationship.It takes time to understand each other. Now the Q is how much time ?? mmmmmm........an year or two !!! But the thing is after all this you will come to know that whether she has got any crush on someone else or not, If "No" , the path is clear for you buddy (no matter how much she luvs her parents....).Just go and propose her. she will not say NO!!! why ?? either she loves u or she don't want to break your heart. Whatever it is...... the end result matters.... If “Yes”…then Rakhi zindabad..or use the popular number suggested by one of my friend..just say “Didi darr gayi !!! “
So have a nice time.........
At the end of the day ..what u need is a girl who loves you more than anyone else in the world….So enjoy
If you think you hav got a better idea ...then ......reply
Wednesday, March 14
Veteran of Fiasco
Veteran of Fiasco
I feel proud when I say I am a veteran of fiasco. Victory has always eluded me. I have got the ability of snatching defeat from the jaws of victory. I know the art of achieving failure.
Each and every failure has encouraged me like never before, by amplifying the desire to taste the success. I have always enjoyed working assiduously for the nectar.
I was never a good chess player and loses were fairly consistent. Once in a blue moon I won matches and that too when I played against kids or truly naïve guys, who doesn’t even know how to spell chez. But my successful failures never disappointed me.
My school chess team captain was my best friend that’s why I was a member of that team. And we always won the team matches by 4-1, that 1 belongs to me. Being a senior guy and some one who was willing to spend money on frequent sports tour, getting into college chess team was pretty easy. But I never won a single match. There were always some excuses for the failures like I got black pieces very often; I was having some tension because of some family problem; I was not able to hold the coins because I forget to cut my nails; the opponent was a psycho and the list goes on. But the crystal clear truth is I don’t know how to play this game.
Yesterday I participated in a Chess Championship. The coordinator of the tournament gave us basic instructions. For my satisfaction, it was not a knock out tournament and we were supposed to play 7 matches. The total duration for the game was one and a half hours. After that the game was going to be decided based on clocks. I always wanted to play with clocks but, never got an opportunity, because my game never survived till the end of scheduled timings.
The tournament was flagged off, but I was still waiting for my opponent to come. There was all possibility of him not turning up and in that case I would have been awarded with the points. I was watching the game which was being played at the table next to me. The white gave a perfect start with 1 e4, in reply black played 1e6. I thought it was a great opportunity for white to intrude into opponent’s area by playing 2e5. But the guy never played that and the game went on. I thought the guy was really a dumb; he missed the opportunity of gaining the initial momentum. And I started looking at other games. All were looking tensed, thinking their next move, the scene was amazing. And then for my surprise my opponent came. He had a big chess board with him and the coins were as big too. We placed the board on the table and started placing our coins. I am too superstitious about placing the coins; I think the person who finish placing his coins first, wins the game. And I won that little battle. We shook our hands and I wished him all the best (while doing this I kept my fingers crossed). I was ready for my move, the perfect 1e4. His reply was pretty fast, a 1e6. I really got surprised when I saw that move, just a moment before I was watching the same move at the table next to me. Now I got the opportunity of playing 2e5. Till this moment, I was totally concentrating on my game. I have no idea what happened afterwards. The game got finished in 30 minutes. Actually it took him this much time because I wasted some time counting the number of squares in the chessboard, looking at the beautiful girl sitting far across the room and of course taking breaks whenever I got messages or calls from my friend. But, I never allowed him to say checkmate, before that itself I gave him a handshake and withdrew.
For me it wasn’t a new thing. I am always prepared for such failures. I have got an excuse for this failure too –‘The guy was a brilliant player and I don’t know how to play this game’. Today I have got another match. And again I hope I win this match. Even if I win this match I won’t edit this article. Because I am not winner, I am a veteran of fiasco. Who knows how to snatch defeat from the jaws of victory.
Tuesday, March 13
A Beautiful Dream......
A Beautiful Dream…….
You never know when someone becomes a priority in your life when you are mere an option in their. You keep on dreaming about them all day and night even when you know that they don’t even know your name. You constantly go back to them, even when you know you have got no place in their world. You keep on telling them how much you love them thinking one day they will give you a positive response. When ever they say NO you try to find a lame excuse for such a negative result. Your brain stops working, you don’t even listen to your friends. You keep on searching for the thing which is not there and you know very well about this more than anyone else. That’s what is called as lying to oneself. You hope that one day they will come back. And that’s once again is a dream, which is never going to be true. A life without them seems to be impossible and that’s when you think of the worst solution. Even that’s not going to affect them. Keep on waiting for the person. Keep on waiting for a positive response. Keep on finding lame excuses for their NO. And of course keep on dreaming, coz that’s something which they cannot stop you from…….
You never know when someone becomes a priority in your life when you are mere an option in their. You keep on dreaming about them all day and night even when you know that they don’t even know your name. You constantly go back to them, even when you know you have got no place in their world. You keep on telling them how much you love them thinking one day they will give you a positive response. When ever they say NO you try to find a lame excuse for such a negative result. Your brain stops working, you don’t even listen to your friends. You keep on searching for the thing which is not there and you know very well about this more than anyone else. That’s what is called as lying to oneself. You hope that one day they will come back. And that’s once again is a dream, which is never going to be true. A life without them seems to be impossible and that’s when you think of the worst solution. Even that’s not going to affect them. Keep on waiting for the person. Keep on waiting for a positive response. Keep on finding lame excuses for their NO. And of course keep on dreaming, coz that’s something which they cannot stop you from…….
Miss you a lot...
Miss you a lot !!!
We used to get back at least a day before the first day of school. And then starts the real trouble, I used to spent around half a day watching Sunday movies and cartoons. Mom will constantly enquire about my homework. I used to tell her that it’s just a small piece of work and I have finished almost all. In the evening I start searching for my books and try to find the small bit of paper where I had written the entire summer home work syllabus. And mostly I don’t get that. Then what?? There is always a way ….I rush to the nearby geeks' house because they usually finish their homework before the summer holidays and they finish the whole syllabus during summer vacation. Completely geek…aren’t they?? It gets almost dark when I get back home. I start doing the big junk of workload one by one. As the night passes it seems that the work is never going to finish and the possibility of getting punished by my teachers seems not at all far fetched. And then comes the real hero of our story, a tiny and most beautiful droplet, whom we popularly call “tears”. Until this moment mom closely watches me, after seeing tears in my eyes the whole scenario changes. She just hugs me and says not to cry. We divide the work among ourselves and start doing the home work one by one. The best thing about this is, her handwriting is exactly like mine, so no problems there. Within couple of hours my home work gets over. And of course my tension gets over. I promise my mom that I won’t repeat this again. But it’s a vicious cycle and the same thing happens when the next summer vacation comes.
And that’s why my mom will never learn how to use a computer. I can bet if she knew how to use it, she would have finished my projects way before deadlines and which would have been completely bug free. Mom you are the best. Miss you a lot. I know you will still find some way to help me out if the hero comes back again.
Mom will never send me any e-mails. Why?? Because she doesn’t know how to use a computer.
I always wanted to teach her,but she never wanted to learn for a simple reason: if she knew how to operate one, she will have to do my projects too.
I regularly visited my native place during summer vacations. And I never took a single study material with me during my trip. Summer vacation for me was an occasion to meet my cousins, to roam around with them, to do backstrokes in the beautiful river, to climb trees, to direct various skits and dramas, to play antakshri and of course to eat those delicious mangoes.
I always wanted to teach her,but she never wanted to learn for a simple reason: if she knew how to operate one, she will have to do my projects too.
I regularly visited my native place during summer vacations. And I never took a single study material with me during my trip. Summer vacation for me was an occasion to meet my cousins, to roam around with them, to do backstrokes in the beautiful river, to climb trees, to direct various skits and dramas, to play antakshri and of course to eat those delicious mangoes.
We used to get back at least a day before the first day of school. And then starts the real trouble, I used to spent around half a day watching Sunday movies and cartoons. Mom will constantly enquire about my homework. I used to tell her that it’s just a small piece of work and I have finished almost all. In the evening I start searching for my books and try to find the small bit of paper where I had written the entire summer home work syllabus. And mostly I don’t get that. Then what?? There is always a way ….I rush to the nearby geeks' house because they usually finish their homework before the summer holidays and they finish the whole syllabus during summer vacation. Completely geek…aren’t they?? It gets almost dark when I get back home. I start doing the big junk of workload one by one. As the night passes it seems that the work is never going to finish and the possibility of getting punished by my teachers seems not at all far fetched. And then comes the real hero of our story, a tiny and most beautiful droplet, whom we popularly call “tears”. Until this moment mom closely watches me, after seeing tears in my eyes the whole scenario changes. She just hugs me and says not to cry. We divide the work among ourselves and start doing the home work one by one. The best thing about this is, her handwriting is exactly like mine, so no problems there. Within couple of hours my home work gets over. And of course my tension gets over. I promise my mom that I won’t repeat this again. But it’s a vicious cycle and the same thing happens when the next summer vacation comes.
And that’s why my mom will never learn how to use a computer. I can bet if she knew how to use it, she would have finished my projects way before deadlines and which would have been completely bug free. Mom you are the best. Miss you a lot. I know you will still find some way to help me out if the hero comes back again.
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School days were the best days of my life. I hardly missed any classes while I was in school. I felt holidays were a lot boring. The daily routine for these 12 years of my academics were consistent.
Mom used to woke me up by 6 o’clock with a bed tea. After that with a tinge of laziness in the air I wandered inside the house trying to figure out what exactly I am supposed to do next. Then strikes the most familiar voice into my ears,” Get dress…hardly 5 minutes left…you will miss your school bus “. And during the next 5 minutes of hurry burry, mom asks a lot of questions, enquiring about my pencil box, handkerchief, Tiffin box, watch and all the items that I used to forget now and then. Sometimes I hurried so much that I hardly listened to what she was saying. The one and the most common question was “Did you take your lunch box?” I always wondered why she is so particular about my lunch. The same question was asked by one more person, any guesses?? My school teacher. Of course in a different style, she used to ask, “You forget to bring your homework notebook…mmm... Did you forget to bring your lunch box today?” But the question was absurd. I was responsible for doing my homework and bringing my homework notebook, it was no way related to my lunch box coz the latter was prepared by my mom and she never forgets that. Not a single day in my life I heard her saying that she forget to prepare food. For me, my lunch box was always there at the table, I never tried to find out how much effort did mom put daily in making those delicious food items.
In school we used to sit in a circle and share our lunch. For the next half an hour we used to discuss a lot of things starting from sports then moving on to movies, cursing our teachers and trying to show how much we knew about each and every topic. But we never appreciated the food that we were having at that moment. For us it was the usual stuff, which we had to put into our mouth while chit chatting. Sometimes I used to forget to have my lunch while doing my homework or assignment work during the lunch break. And the whole lunch was wasted. In a way it was not only the lunch but also the love and affection that I used to waste.
On Sundays, routines were a bit different. I used to wake up by 7 o’clock and the day started with cursing Rangoli for showing black and white songs. After that I again go back to bed and try to finish my remaining dreams. For my surprise, mom never used to tell me what to do on holidays because she thought it was time for me to enjoy a bit after the hectic weekdays. For her the weekdays and weekends were same. No holiday for her, all 365 or sometimes 366 days were working days for her. She never took any rest.
I still remember, whenever I used to go on a “bhuk hartal” because of my stubbornness, she used to cry and used to call me again and again for lunch. Today it’s a Sunday. I am still on bed; I have got no more dreams to finish off. I don’t want to get up. I am feeling too lazy to make the same noodles as breakfast. I will get up by 2 o’clock and probably skip my breakfast and if possible lunch also. Now I know how difficult it is to make different and delicious food daily. I want mom to call me again, but I can’t hear her anymore. I still think all this is a dream and she is still there somewhere around. I close my eyes again and again just finish this never ending dream. I just want to open my eyes and find mom in front of me. I just want to stop dreaming.
Mom used to woke me up by 6 o’clock with a bed tea. After that with a tinge of laziness in the air I wandered inside the house trying to figure out what exactly I am supposed to do next. Then strikes the most familiar voice into my ears,” Get dress…hardly 5 minutes left…you will miss your school bus “. And during the next 5 minutes of hurry burry, mom asks a lot of questions, enquiring about my pencil box, handkerchief, Tiffin box, watch and all the items that I used to forget now and then. Sometimes I hurried so much that I hardly listened to what she was saying. The one and the most common question was “Did you take your lunch box?” I always wondered why she is so particular about my lunch. The same question was asked by one more person, any guesses?? My school teacher. Of course in a different style, she used to ask, “You forget to bring your homework notebook…mmm... Did you forget to bring your lunch box today?” But the question was absurd. I was responsible for doing my homework and bringing my homework notebook, it was no way related to my lunch box coz the latter was prepared by my mom and she never forgets that. Not a single day in my life I heard her saying that she forget to prepare food. For me, my lunch box was always there at the table, I never tried to find out how much effort did mom put daily in making those delicious food items.
In school we used to sit in a circle and share our lunch. For the next half an hour we used to discuss a lot of things starting from sports then moving on to movies, cursing our teachers and trying to show how much we knew about each and every topic. But we never appreciated the food that we were having at that moment. For us it was the usual stuff, which we had to put into our mouth while chit chatting. Sometimes I used to forget to have my lunch while doing my homework or assignment work during the lunch break. And the whole lunch was wasted. In a way it was not only the lunch but also the love and affection that I used to waste.
On Sundays, routines were a bit different. I used to wake up by 7 o’clock and the day started with cursing Rangoli for showing black and white songs. After that I again go back to bed and try to finish my remaining dreams. For my surprise, mom never used to tell me what to do on holidays because she thought it was time for me to enjoy a bit after the hectic weekdays. For her the weekdays and weekends were same. No holiday for her, all 365 or sometimes 366 days were working days for her. She never took any rest.
I still remember, whenever I used to go on a “bhuk hartal” because of my stubbornness, she used to cry and used to call me again and again for lunch. Today it’s a Sunday. I am still on bed; I have got no more dreams to finish off. I don’t want to get up. I am feeling too lazy to make the same noodles as breakfast. I will get up by 2 o’clock and probably skip my breakfast and if possible lunch also. Now I know how difficult it is to make different and delicious food daily. I want mom to call me again, but I can’t hear her anymore. I still think all this is a dream and she is still there somewhere around. I close my eyes again and again just finish this never ending dream. I just want to open my eyes and find mom in front of me. I just want to stop dreaming.
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