She: Hye!! I checked my weight today.
He: So what did the weighing machine say?
She: 44.9!! Isn't that great, I reduced 0.1 kg in 10 days.
He: Huh!! That's sad
She: Why?
He: I thought the weighing machine will say 'to be continued...'
Monday, April 13
Friends For Ever
River which always flows
Make new friends, make few foes
One that keep changing course
One that hardly remembers its source
Knows it want to reach the sea
Friendship it hardly see
Pond which stays at one place
Make friends, vitriol not its face
One that is calm never leaves its realm
Past, resides in it afresh and warm
Nothing but friendship it savor
Like a Pond, I am your friend...
.... Friend for Ever
He - She (CAT Preparation)
She : Hi Good Morning !!
She: Any idea which is the best coaching institute for CAT.
He: Best coaching - only @ home. Do one thing…
(After a couple of minutes)
She :What?
He: Drop her from a height and teach her how to land on her back
She: Any idea which is the best coaching institute for CAT.
He: Best coaching - only @ home. Do one thing…
(After a couple of minutes)
She :What?
He: Drop her from a height and teach her how to land on her back
He - She (Dark Knight)
Coming out of the theater after watching Dark Knight
He: Awesome movie. I want to watch it again.
Will you come with me tomorrow?
She: Even I want to see the movie again!!!
He: I know you liked the Joker.
She: Yah I liked him. Moreover I just want to know who d hell is this Gautam!!!
He faints ***
He: Awesome movie. I want to watch it again.
Will you come with me tomorrow?
She: Even I want to see the movie again!!!
He: I know you liked the Joker.
She: Yah I liked him. Moreover I just want to know who d hell is this Gautam!!!
He faints ***
Tuesday, February 26
Schooldays - 2
Sanskrit
Sanskrit I was in Std Vth, when I was first introduced to our ancient-classical language ‘Sanskrit’.As a toddler who already had lots of woes around him, one more subject increased my
enmity towards studies. Sanskrit for me was a collection of Panchtantra stories, Verses
from Geeta, Poems and the famous four (Dhatu, Lakar, Karak, sandhi-sandhi viched).
How about a visit to my old schooldays once again!!!
Class VII ‘B’. (‘B’ bole tho Bindass)
As usual my class is all messy, looks more like a fish market. A period straight after lunch
means time for some fun and sleep. Pretty looking gals are discussing something seriously.
Boys will always think that they are discussing about studies, but only God knows (I doubt)
what they are discussing. As usual, boys are creating havoc and are running all over the
place in their half pants.
Manish, our CR (‘siyar’) is standing near the blackboard with a chalk in his hand. He is writing down names of students who are the creating noise pollution.
“Hay, Karthik…keep quiet else I will write down your name”
“Who cares...?”
“I will tell this to sir…..”
“Yah...Yah go ahead…” I love pulling his legs. I know he will never write my name.
He is my best friend.
“Sanskrit sir “shouting like a PA system, one of the toddler rushes into the class.
The black board is full of names. Manish quickly rubs all the names and gets back to his seat.
‘We love you Manish’
“Namskaar Sriman ji”
“Namskar, Upvishanthu”
Jha Sir (a.k.a Jaadu) – I don’t like him much. The fact is I am not that good in Sanskrit.
And when it comes to Sanskrit, Swati is a Sanskrit Pundit (punditayin) and she always scores 100. Jha sir is smart, young and always well dressed. The only problem is that he is a bit short tempered. Man!!! I am afraid of him.
“Open your books, chapter 19 ……… Ashish start reading the verses”.
Ashish, is the only fella in the whole class who really knows Sanskrit. Sanskrit is the only subject in which he gets passing marks. Whenever he reads ‘shlokas’, it looks as if someone is playing an old Mahabharat cassette. For us it’s like a lullaby and half the class starts yawning by the time he finish reading.
Open -Cassette –Start
“Mannina valleyum…valleyenn manni
Mannina valleyen…vibhathi karah….
Kavinach vibhu…vibhunach kavi…
Kavinnna …vibhunaach…vbhathi sabah….”
-Stop-
“Okay, Ashish sit down. Guys, pay attention to this chapter, it will be coming in your unit test. In these lines the poet tries to………...” and here comes a Nuke missile………swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg trrrrrrraaaaaaaaapppppp.
Target destroyed. Only one casualty and this time its Sneha. I thought it was coming towards me. Thank God!!!
“Sneha !!! Stand up”
Poor gal…..Jha sir won’t even allow her to sleep. Forgot to tell, Sneha is the most beautiful gal in my class..
“I hate students sleeping in my class. What you were doing last night?? Huh !!”
“Sir...Sir…I was watching movie”.
“Which one??”
“Sir, Yes Boss”
Hush..hush..”She saw Yes Boss. Got released yesterday only.”
Hush…hush..”Man, I love Sharukh khan.. I want to watch this one, but my parents won’t take me to theatre”
Hush…Hush..”Poor sneha … Its’ shahrukhs’ mistake…”
“Yes Boss…huh…Okay tell me how many songs are there in that movie?”
She stares at him and then hesitates a bit….she takes some time to count, “Six”
“SIX !!! Can u recollect the songs?”
“Yah…Main koi aisa geet gaon and ….jaata hai tu kahan…then…chand tare todd laon….and ..suniye tho….then…..ek din aap humko yoon mil jayenge…And…..Choodi baji hai….”.
100/100 . Man she is really good. Even Jha sir is impressed.
“Hmm ..Well done Sneha… now Can you please recite any five verses from Sanskrit?”
Oh God…not again…..She stands there wondering what to do. It’s not her mistake that Shahrukh is more handsome than Jha sir or Ashish. Poor gal...my sympathies are with you.
“GET OUT of my class….”And there she goes the prettiest gal in my class.
And what the … “Sir, I can recite all the verses that you have taught us…..”, Swati shoots up her hand.She is crazy. Who asked her to recite verses? Over smart. Man !! She is over smart.
“Did I ask you?? “
-Pin drop silence-
I can see her face becoming red. I can see tears in her eyes……..YESSSSSSS!!!!!A perfect day for me….
“Now pay attention, else I will send all of you outside”.
Wicked me..Wants to go out now. Sneha is standing out there. All alone!!! ;)
Sanskrit I was in Std Vth, when I was first introduced to our ancient-classical language ‘Sanskrit’.As a toddler who already had lots of woes around him, one more subject increased my
enmity towards studies. Sanskrit for me was a collection of Panchtantra stories, Verses
from Geeta, Poems and the famous four (Dhatu, Lakar, Karak, sandhi-sandhi viched).
How about a visit to my old schooldays once again!!!
Class VII ‘B’. (‘B’ bole tho Bindass)
As usual my class is all messy, looks more like a fish market. A period straight after lunch
means time for some fun and sleep. Pretty looking gals are discussing something seriously.
Boys will always think that they are discussing about studies, but only God knows (I doubt)
what they are discussing. As usual, boys are creating havoc and are running all over the
place in their half pants.
Manish, our CR (‘siyar’) is standing near the blackboard with a chalk in his hand. He is writing down names of students who are the creating noise pollution.
“Hay, Karthik…keep quiet else I will write down your name”
“Who cares...?”
“I will tell this to sir…..”
“Yah...Yah go ahead…” I love pulling his legs. I know he will never write my name.
He is my best friend.
“Sanskrit sir “shouting like a PA system, one of the toddler rushes into the class.
The black board is full of names. Manish quickly rubs all the names and gets back to his seat.
‘We love you Manish’
“Namskaar Sriman ji”
“Namskar, Upvishanthu”
Jha Sir (a.k.a Jaadu) – I don’t like him much. The fact is I am not that good in Sanskrit.
And when it comes to Sanskrit, Swati is a Sanskrit Pundit (punditayin) and she always scores 100. Jha sir is smart, young and always well dressed. The only problem is that he is a bit short tempered. Man!!! I am afraid of him.
“Open your books, chapter 19 ……… Ashish start reading the verses”.
Ashish, is the only fella in the whole class who really knows Sanskrit. Sanskrit is the only subject in which he gets passing marks. Whenever he reads ‘shlokas’, it looks as if someone is playing an old Mahabharat cassette. For us it’s like a lullaby and half the class starts yawning by the time he finish reading.
Open -Cassette –Start
“Mannina valleyum…valleyenn manni
Mannina valleyen…vibhathi karah….
Kavinach vibhu…vibhunach kavi…
Kavinnna …vibhunaach…vbhathi sabah….”
-Stop-
“Okay, Ashish sit down. Guys, pay attention to this chapter, it will be coming in your unit test. In these lines the poet tries to………...” and here comes a Nuke missile………swiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnggggggg trrrrrrraaaaaaaaapppppp.
Target destroyed. Only one casualty and this time its Sneha. I thought it was coming towards me. Thank God!!!
“Sneha !!! Stand up”
Poor gal…..Jha sir won’t even allow her to sleep. Forgot to tell, Sneha is the most beautiful gal in my class..
“I hate students sleeping in my class. What you were doing last night?? Huh !!”
“Sir...Sir…I was watching movie”.
“Which one??”
“Sir, Yes Boss”
Hush..hush..”She saw Yes Boss. Got released yesterday only.”
Hush…hush..”Man, I love Sharukh khan.. I want to watch this one, but my parents won’t take me to theatre”
Hush…Hush..”Poor sneha … Its’ shahrukhs’ mistake…”
“Yes Boss…huh…Okay tell me how many songs are there in that movie?”
She stares at him and then hesitates a bit….she takes some time to count, “Six”
“SIX !!! Can u recollect the songs?”
“Yah…Main koi aisa geet gaon and ….jaata hai tu kahan…then…chand tare todd laon….and ..suniye tho….then…..ek din aap humko yoon mil jayenge…And…..Choodi baji hai….”.
100/100 . Man she is really good. Even Jha sir is impressed.
“Hmm ..Well done Sneha… now Can you please recite any five verses from Sanskrit?”
Oh God…not again…..She stands there wondering what to do. It’s not her mistake that Shahrukh is more handsome than Jha sir or Ashish. Poor gal...my sympathies are with you.
“GET OUT of my class….”And there she goes the prettiest gal in my class.
And what the … “Sir, I can recite all the verses that you have taught us…..”, Swati shoots up her hand.She is crazy. Who asked her to recite verses? Over smart. Man !! She is over smart.
“Did I ask you?? “
-Pin drop silence-
I can see her face becoming red. I can see tears in her eyes……..YESSSSSSS!!!!!A perfect day for me….
“Now pay attention, else I will send all of you outside”.
Wicked me..Wants to go out now. Sneha is standing out there. All alone!!! ;)
Schooldays!!!
102 out of 100
I was in class VIIth. Our half yearly exams were over and we were eagerly waiting for our answer sheets. Our Mathematics teacher entered our class room with a bundle of papers.
“GoOOOOOod MoOOOOrning MaAAAAduum”… (A group of 40 young westlife, boyzone, backstreet in unison)
“Goodmorning …sit down….”
Gita Madam (Athanni – 50ps) - One of my favorite teachers. Tall, handsome…oops sorry……tall, huge….no not huge….how about... Tall, monstrous (now that sounds nice), lips ‘smeared’ with lipstick, big eyes, hardly smiles and rest you can assume. It’s better if you are on her good students list, else “Life ki aisi ki taisi”. I still don’t know why she was called “athani”, it was one of those nicknames that you learn from your seniors and you pass on the knowledge
to juniors. A perfect knowledge transfer (KT).
-Pin drop silence-
Legs were shaking. I can hear whispers “Our answer sheets”…”No not ours, she doesn’t correct it this early” ...”Nahi yaar, look at that big handwriting, that Sids’…definitely ours”.
“Hmmm…hmmm…” Geeta madam clears her throat.
-Pin drop silence-
“I thought I will give your answer sheets before Christmas. You can go through it during vacation and solve the paper correctly.”
“Ek aur Christmas barbaad”. (The whole class burst out in laughter)
“Who said this??...Tell me who said this??” Her eyes trying to search the culprit (obviously someone from the back bench)
No use.
-Pin drop silence-
“Ok, NUTZ let’s see how did you fair in your exams”. (In her dictionary NUTZ means Nuts, for us NUTZ means Newton).
“Arun kumar – 45”
“Ashish Pathak – 38”
Hush... hush…. “How come this less? I thought you did it well?”
“Ashwin – 48”
“Bharat – 65”
“Derrick – 70”
Hush…hush…“Thought derrick will get above 90, its maths paper or social studies paper”
:
:
:
“Harsh – 45”
“Karthik- 99” (That’s me...Lucky me….yah...that’s me….)
Hush…hush..“Karti, show me your paper”
Hush..hush…“Let me see it first yaar”
Hush…hush…“What’s the use, just show me… want to see how you solved Q.20. I think my answer is correct.”
Huh!!! Either he will argue and get marks for Q.20 or he will find some mistakes in mine….
Oh God...Why???….Don’t you know I love marks in 80s.
:
:
:
:
“Sapna- 80”
“Sneha-38”
“Swati – 95”
Yessssssssss!!! She got 4 less than me…yahoooooooooo…’Swati ki aisi ki taisi’…I told you, not to challenge me babes.
On her way back to her bench, she looked at me for a moment. I looked at her and grinned.
A nice start to our half yearly competition. Now it’s 1-0. (Just 5 to go)
Geeta madam finished distributing papers. She stood up again from her chair
-pin drop silence-
“See, I don’t want anyone to come over here with answer sheets. There are no mistakes. Just go through your papers and see if there are any calculation mistakes. And I don’t think there will be any”
And with that, I can see lots of disappointed faces around me. Legend says, she never gave any extra marks to anyone after awarding the marks once. I again looked at Swati. Poor gal, she will definitely cry today. Man!!! It will be great to watch.Wicked me!!!! ha ha ha. I can already see some tears in her eyes.
Anyways let me total my 99 once again…
93 +3 …96…+2...98 + 4…102…What???
I must be crazy…..96…+2...98 + 4…102...now what is this…..
“Okay, so I think you guys don’t have any problem, And I can go now, finish the asssignmen…….”
I shot up my hands “Excuse Madam”
“What happened karthik?”
“Mam’ I think there is a calculation mistake…”
“And what’s your total now?”...
“mmm….102”
The whole class went silent. They were all looking at me. Their eyes saying, “This fell has gone nutz…”
“What??”
“It’s 102, I counted it again and again”
“Swati, Can you just calculate his marks”.
Oh God, why?? If I am wrong...I can’t even think what will happen.
She takes the paper from me with a smile, as if saying, ‘Wait you moron, I will show you how much you really got’
But nothing happened, she took a while to count and then said, “Its’ 102 Mam’”.
Oh God!!! Thank you..Thank you... Thank you…
“Show it to me”
I went towards teachers’ desk. All eyes were following me. I was about write my name in history book, ‘The guy who got extra marks from athanni’.
I handed over my paper to her. She started calculating it. “96....102...what?? this is impossible”. She calculated it once...twice…thrice…Then she sat down again and started going through my answers one by one.
“Karthik, I think I did a mistake. I actually gave you same marks as VIth std., you see, for Q.10, I should have given you 4 instead of 6, similarly, for Q…… “
She started giving me correct marks. And after a couple of minutes she raised her head, “Karthik here it is…you are getting 94…..this time there is no mistake….”
I looked back, the class was not even paying attention to what was going on.
But, there she was, looking straight at me, her eyes glittering and I can read her mind, which says, ‘Now howzz that buddy…take a chill pill…’
A bad start to our half yearly competition. Now it’s 0-1. (5 more to go)
I was in class VIIth. Our half yearly exams were over and we were eagerly waiting for our answer sheets. Our Mathematics teacher entered our class room with a bundle of papers.
“GoOOOOOod MoOOOOrning MaAAAAduum”… (A group of 40 young westlife, boyzone, backstreet in unison)
“Goodmorning …sit down….”
Gita Madam (Athanni – 50ps) - One of my favorite teachers. Tall, handsome…oops sorry……tall, huge….no not huge….how about... Tall, monstrous (now that sounds nice), lips ‘smeared’ with lipstick, big eyes, hardly smiles and rest you can assume. It’s better if you are on her good students list, else “Life ki aisi ki taisi”. I still don’t know why she was called “athani”, it was one of those nicknames that you learn from your seniors and you pass on the knowledge
to juniors. A perfect knowledge transfer (KT).
-Pin drop silence-
Legs were shaking. I can hear whispers “Our answer sheets”…”No not ours, she doesn’t correct it this early” ...”Nahi yaar, look at that big handwriting, that Sids’…definitely ours”.
“Hmmm…hmmm…” Geeta madam clears her throat.
-Pin drop silence-
“I thought I will give your answer sheets before Christmas. You can go through it during vacation and solve the paper correctly.”
“Ek aur Christmas barbaad”. (The whole class burst out in laughter)
“Who said this??...Tell me who said this??” Her eyes trying to search the culprit (obviously someone from the back bench)
No use.
-Pin drop silence-
“Ok, NUTZ let’s see how did you fair in your exams”. (In her dictionary NUTZ means Nuts, for us NUTZ means Newton).
“Arun kumar – 45”
“Ashish Pathak – 38”
Hush... hush…. “How come this less? I thought you did it well?”
“Ashwin – 48”
“Bharat – 65”
“Derrick – 70”
Hush…hush…“Thought derrick will get above 90, its maths paper or social studies paper”
:
:
:
“Harsh – 45”
“Karthik- 99” (That’s me...Lucky me….yah...that’s me….)
Hush…hush..“Karti, show me your paper”
Hush..hush…“Let me see it first yaar”
Hush…hush…“What’s the use, just show me… want to see how you solved Q.20. I think my answer is correct.”
Huh!!! Either he will argue and get marks for Q.20 or he will find some mistakes in mine….
Oh God...Why???….Don’t you know I love marks in 80s.
:
:
:
:
“Sapna- 80”
“Sneha-38”
“Swati – 95”
Yessssssssss!!! She got 4 less than me…yahoooooooooo…’Swati ki aisi ki taisi’…I told you, not to challenge me babes.
On her way back to her bench, she looked at me for a moment. I looked at her and grinned.
A nice start to our half yearly competition. Now it’s 1-0. (Just 5 to go)
Geeta madam finished distributing papers. She stood up again from her chair
-pin drop silence-
“See, I don’t want anyone to come over here with answer sheets. There are no mistakes. Just go through your papers and see if there are any calculation mistakes. And I don’t think there will be any”
And with that, I can see lots of disappointed faces around me. Legend says, she never gave any extra marks to anyone after awarding the marks once. I again looked at Swati. Poor gal, she will definitely cry today. Man!!! It will be great to watch.Wicked me!!!! ha ha ha. I can already see some tears in her eyes.
Anyways let me total my 99 once again…
93 +3 …96…+2...98 + 4…102…What???
I must be crazy…..96…+2...98 + 4…102...now what is this…..
“Okay, so I think you guys don’t have any problem, And I can go now, finish the asssignmen…….”
I shot up my hands “Excuse Madam”
“What happened karthik?”
“Mam’ I think there is a calculation mistake…”
“And what’s your total now?”...
“mmm….102”
The whole class went silent. They were all looking at me. Their eyes saying, “This fell has gone nutz…”
“What??”
“It’s 102, I counted it again and again”
“Swati, Can you just calculate his marks”.
Oh God, why?? If I am wrong...I can’t even think what will happen.
She takes the paper from me with a smile, as if saying, ‘Wait you moron, I will show you how much you really got’
But nothing happened, she took a while to count and then said, “Its’ 102 Mam’”.
Oh God!!! Thank you..Thank you... Thank you…
“Show it to me”
I went towards teachers’ desk. All eyes were following me. I was about write my name in history book, ‘The guy who got extra marks from athanni’.
I handed over my paper to her. She started calculating it. “96....102...what?? this is impossible”. She calculated it once...twice…thrice…Then she sat down again and started going through my answers one by one.
“Karthik, I think I did a mistake. I actually gave you same marks as VIth std., you see, for Q.10, I should have given you 4 instead of 6, similarly, for Q…… “
She started giving me correct marks. And after a couple of minutes she raised her head, “Karthik here it is…you are getting 94…..this time there is no mistake….”
I looked back, the class was not even paying attention to what was going on.
But, there she was, looking straight at me, her eyes glittering and I can read her mind, which says, ‘Now howzz that buddy…take a chill pill…’
A bad start to our half yearly competition. Now it’s 0-1. (5 more to go)
Monday, January 28
Alone...
Alone...
The darkness of night adores me
Moon appeases my darkened soul
The darkness absorbs my tears
My dreams are as dark as my life
Time has passed, friends are gone
Sitting in this darkness, I am alone……
The darkness of night adores me
Moon appeases my darkened soul
The darkness absorbs my tears
My dreams are as dark as my life
Time has passed, friends are gone
Sitting in this darkness, I am alone……
Tuesday, January 22
Earthworm And The Barren Land
A barren land that no one cared
To plough and sow, they hardly dared
Even clouds loathed it to core
Scorching wind blew and roared
One day from nowhere came an earthworm
Very small, very smart, full of charm
“Hey friend, what can I do for you?
Tell me, how can I help you?”
Puzzled…the land stared at the worm
Thought “One more devil who wants to harm”
“No more dreams, no more goals
I am futile, I have no soul
Better you go back from where you came
Else the wind will turn you to flame”
“No my friend, I am here to stay
I will help you out, no matter what you say”
(Wind…cloud…sun… in unison)
“What a fool…is he sane???
All your effort will go in vain”
Little worm didn’t listen to them
He started working without mayhem
His goal was clear, he had his sight
He worked all day, he worked all night
Days became months, months turned to years
He kept working hard, without any fear
At last he saw, for which he waited all the while
A tiny little bud, full of smile
Soon, the land was enjoying little patch of green
Full of sprouts, which was hardly ever seen
That day it rained like never before
The sweetest breeze trying to adore
(Wind…cloud…sun… in unison)
“Hey friend, what can we do for you?
Tell us, how can we help you?”
………………****……………
Earthworm didn’t wait to say goodbye
He went on in search of another Barren Land
“A friend in need is a friend indeed”
Afraid Of Heights
“I am afraid of heights”
“What?”
“Yah...I can’t come with you…you carry on, I will wait over here”
“But”
“Sorry I can’t”
“Afraid Of Heights”
He looked into her eyes
Knew she was afraid of highs
Was able to see fear deep inside
Was able to see the mount that divides
“Its’ been long we started our jaunt
We faced troubles, hard to count
We faced snow, we faced rains
Overthrew numerous binding chains
Now it’s time to say goodbye
Carry on your journey, promise I won’t cry”
“Let the fear overpower the fear
Losing me will cause you more tear
Come, these heights won’t do any harm
To reach there, I need your charm”
………..And he held out his hand once again
“What?”
“Yah...I can’t come with you…you carry on, I will wait over here”
“But”
“Sorry I can’t”
“Afraid Of Heights”
He looked into her eyes
Knew she was afraid of highs
Was able to see fear deep inside
Was able to see the mount that divides
“Its’ been long we started our jaunt
We faced troubles, hard to count
We faced snow, we faced rains
Overthrew numerous binding chains
Now it’s time to say goodbye
Carry on your journey, promise I won’t cry”
“Let the fear overpower the fear
Losing me will cause you more tear
Come, these heights won’t do any harm
To reach there, I need your charm”
………..And he held out his hand once again
The Accident !!!
The Accident!!!!
He went past crowded streets at 60kmph. He ran his bike like a serpent and within no time he reached highway. Now his 224 cc bike was at top speed. The wind was rushing all across his face. He hardly looked at the speedometer (he hardly cared). He went past whatever was there in front of him. Not even once he applied brakes………… “Come on baby….lets test your limits…..”
After a months’ gap he was going home. He was too eager to meet his parents and his love. He hardly took his feet off the gas. He pushed it to the maximum. His rented car was showing all signs of breaking up. But he hardly cared, just 50 km more…………”Mom, Dad…..Priya….I am gonna surprise you”
He was furious. From past 5 years he was driving his truck on this highway, and it never took more than a couple of hours at the toll. But, this time he spent entire day trying convincing the authorities about his papers. He was already late; the consignment should reach before dawn. 300km more to go……”Corrupt morons....I will teach them a lesson…….”
Three different people, mind occupied with three different thoughts………..
But one common end!!!!!!!!!!! They met each other for the first time…..for the last time.
Give me a chance to tell my dad….”You were right, I was too careless and never deserved a bike. Now I regret for showing my vengeance”.
Give me a chance to tell mom, dad and Priya….”Love you all. I never thought of giving you such a surprise”.
Give me a chance to tell my kids…“Dad always loved you…”.
He went past crowded streets at 60kmph. He ran his bike like a serpent and within no time he reached highway. Now his 224 cc bike was at top speed. The wind was rushing all across his face. He hardly looked at the speedometer (he hardly cared). He went past whatever was there in front of him. Not even once he applied brakes………… “Come on baby….lets test your limits…..”
After a months’ gap he was going home. He was too eager to meet his parents and his love. He hardly took his feet off the gas. He pushed it to the maximum. His rented car was showing all signs of breaking up. But he hardly cared, just 50 km more…………”Mom, Dad…..Priya….I am gonna surprise you”
He was furious. From past 5 years he was driving his truck on this highway, and it never took more than a couple of hours at the toll. But, this time he spent entire day trying convincing the authorities about his papers. He was already late; the consignment should reach before dawn. 300km more to go……”Corrupt morons....I will teach them a lesson…….”
Three different people, mind occupied with three different thoughts………..
But one common end!!!!!!!!!!! They met each other for the first time…..for the last time.
Give me a chance to tell my dad….”You were right, I was too careless and never deserved a bike. Now I regret for showing my vengeance”.
Give me a chance to tell mom, dad and Priya….”Love you all. I never thought of giving you such a surprise”.
Give me a chance to tell my kids…“Dad always loved you…”.
Thursday, January 3
Am I Blind or Is It You !!!
Am I blind or is it you!!!
You can see things, I can not
You are gifted, I am not
Life is full of colors for you
Totally dark, ‘black’ the only hue
You look at their faces, I see their heart
I smell its fragrance, you see the flower
You believe in things that you see
Truth is something that I perceive
A mist of Ego, a mist of pride
A mist self, that divide
You lost your friend bcoz of your eyes
You lost someone because he doesn’t look nice
Life is short, in a trice it will go
Make more friends, stop making foe
Drop the curtain, clear the mist
See the world that really exist
“I can see things, you can not
I am gifted you are not”
You can see things, I can not
You are gifted, I am not
Life is full of colors for you
Totally dark, ‘black’ the only hue
You look at their faces, I see their heart
I smell its fragrance, you see the flower
You believe in things that you see
Truth is something that I perceive
A mist of Ego, a mist of pride
A mist self, that divide
You lost your friend bcoz of your eyes
You lost someone because he doesn’t look nice
Life is short, in a trice it will go
Make more friends, stop making foe
Drop the curtain, clear the mist
See the world that really exist
“I can see things, you can not
I am gifted you are not”
Thursday, December 6
" The Messengers" - 360 deg Review
" 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
**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, 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’
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