DEV DRUMS!

My macho Boss

2012-02-07T06:03:00.000-08:00

genre:ss

It was raining and I somehow managed to board the exact bus from the bus station. Going anywhere in a rainy day is a bit horrible and how if the 'go' is for a job entry. I was going to join Kamando systems, an electronic firm at Cochin. I got soaked in the rain and the real look shown in the well furnished fabrication glass put me in fuss. All were keen and pleasing and they hardly asked me about my 'washed look'. After inking some of the official papers I moved to a good looking woman, actually I was asked to go there. The smile by that gorgeous woman made me know that she had two black teeth unlike others. The gap in the ‘army’ of teeth, made her look odd. I don’t want to change my feel-she was beautiful. She checked my certificates while I was checking a funky paper weight on her table. It was a glass mould and inside that a small naked man’s sculpture was stuffed. I was looking at the ‘stuff’ and suddenly she grabbed it from my hand as I was supposed to lift. The then smiled face was later a bit serious and hard. I don’t know whether the reason was the paper weight.

My work at that table was completed and I moved to Mr. Dominic Zaru. He was the Asst. Personal Officer then and was very helpful. His chain-attached spectacles and long hairs with dark colour provided enough differentiation to the personality. He was looking like a college professor cum writer cum film crafter. His talking made me feel like he would be a knowledgeable person. Anyway my guess was right and he was a heavy stuff- a tiny search engine. He let me know about the company and the manufacturing processers. To see the brochures and the images of different product levels was nice and I enjoyed that. He was telling me about the nuke and corner of the company before my meeting with the production floor manager.

The production manager’s cabin was very lousy and I think it was the most awkward cabin at Kamando. The distorted pile of files around his chair makes the ‘grace’. He was like a fish which is peeping out from a dirty pond. He greeted me and offered me a seat. When he saw me pulling my shirt’s collars out, he turned on the air cooler which was fixed near to him. I had never seen such a small and oblique air-cooler in my life and it was just like a water heating kettle. He talked a lot and after 45 minutes we both came out of the ‘cave’ and I was feeling like heaven. ‘My production manager is looking so handsome and smart’- after coming out from that space called cabin only, I could see his face properly. Again I am bold enough to guess that he would have felt the same thing about me. We both made a small walk around the plant and the whole floor was busy making heavy machinery circuits. PLCs were running through the production line and it was nice to see those real making. It was like that I was seeing my electronic-text books’ pages are running in front of me.

The first day was consumed, talking with Mr. Surendra lagya, the same smart-handsome production floor manager. It was nice to spend time with that guy. He is an engineering graduate from a private engineering college and an IIM A alumnus. So minimum respect was always ready- loaded in my gun. My seat was near to his cabin. Somehow god saved me by not putting inside his cabin. I started working for the first time in my life and I was struggling hard to understand the gimmicks of production plan and all related strategies. All such words were literally alien to me and they all were hovering like anything around my chair and table. My computer was so old and didn’t have the power to bear even a .pdf extension.

Days dragged and I started moving into the production floor. It was nice to talk to different people working at the floor and I was curious to see the manufacturing. From my production floor session it was clear that my Boss was very strict and eighty percentage of the workers had wrinkles at the temple for that reason. The lady at the corner who did work on machine 206D2 said to me one day-“who said you that he (boss) is very good in work? He only knows to shout at us and talk to girls.”

She might have said out of her anger, but the usage “girls” put a shot in my head. I was thinking of that, as the youth inside me got awake and I don’t know whatever things were activated along with that. May be the reality popped out from my bottom layer of heart. The reality is nothing but- I am a person who got dumped by three beautiful girls. Obviously I should be jealous rt? To a man who was on his 47^th year on the mother earth ( or even more). How could I beer? Sorry bear?

Days again moved before me and I was a bit confident about the work and the freshness made me work in full pace. Those days, I was noticing my boss closely. I got a lot of chances to see his free time. He was very nice to me and treated me like a friend-not an entry level flap. I visited his home 3-4 times and I was like a family friend in no time. His child Arinud, a 6 year old boy was the first person on this globe who called me ‘uncle’. It was heavy for my age and without my brain’s knowledge my face showed the embarrassment. It was my ‘Mrs. Boss’ who scanned my face and corrected the new generation at her home. I really thanked from my heart when the kid stopped calling me ‘uncle’. Within one month I got bored with my work and only interesting thing was the cricket that I used to play with 6 year old Anirud. I was the winner in all the matches and you could say that this was the reason. I am not cooking my cricketing skill here.

A teenager or even a 20 to 30 year old man talking over phone all the time doesn’t show off an odd picture. But what would be the scene if a person much elder than the ‘specifications’ does the same, that too a family man sitting on a heavy responsible chair. My mind again got into a hectic session. The comments that I had got from others about my boss was getting clearer. Tats true: My boss is spending a lot of time on phone. He didn’t feel any hesitation for talking over phone in front of others. He was feeling so casual and sometimes I had seen romance on his face. That was funny but disgusting when I thought of his wife.

At least twice a week I was going along with him to his home after work and we had a couple of badminton-sets from his home. Then I would move to my rented home which was a furlong away. Whenever I went there my guilt feel rose. I was feeling to say about my boss’s romantic dials to his better half. But “how?” This was a million dollar stuff for me that time. I was feeling like doing something bad to that family, especially to that poor lady. She was not a good looking lady and I was groping reasons like that to ‘convince’ myself about my boss’s romantic behavior. One day I was feeling so disturbed when he gave the car to me and he started talking sitting at the back. My consciousness was torching on his talks, rather than road and vehicles that ran opposite. I was able to hear a girl’s voice during the call. My doubt was that whether the man was talking to the same girl or not. That was the actual start of my investigation and actually I was poking the investigator in me. He never touched his phone from home and he was just an ‘uxorious hubby’. It was really heart cracking when I could see his acting as a family man before his loving wife and child.

I have heard that, when in love even a soldier on war would search for flowers. Yes I have seen him sitting in the scrap godown during the lunch break. That was the place where all did hide and smoke- the smoking zone. When I saw him along with my friends, he just came out without winding up the call, shaking his head for my kowtowing ‘Good afternoon’.

“How this guy could be an efficient manager?” I was crunching this Q since I heard from the GM that the man had been doing a fabulous job and was doing the same. I could also feel the same from the work that I was getting from him and his style. But his parallel personalities were awfully bad for me. Among the workers there were many stories about the girl to whom he was talking throughout the game. It might be manipulated or true. I had been waiting for a chance to check his phone and I didn’t want to wait a long. The day he missed his phone on the table while going for a board meeting, I took the phone and checked the log. Last call duration was only 2 minutes. I didn’t give up and I looked into the call lists. I was grinning seeing the result. There were a lot of missed calls and dialed numbers. Majority were a number titled ‘D’. I kept the phone as it is, loading the number in mind. The amorous man came back after some time and started the call again. He did look at the laptop, he did write reports, he signed checking the entire context, and he did all job along with the calls without any mistakes. For that we all were praising him. Many a times my leave applications were blocked by him, seeing the ‘consistent’ reasons that I had been mentioned. Even the generated reports by me were corrected by him, holding the phone between the head and shoulder.

Every day when I went his home I tried to say this to his wife and I was groping for a chance or a tiny spell for the same. A few days passed waste. I couldn’t get a chance to share the matter which is damn serious when the whole family was concerned. I was tensed to the peak and nervous thinking the scene- sharing of the ugly truth. The only and weak proof I had was the number and I was damn sure about the number. I was damn sure that the ‘D’ number was the one he did call like anything. For that I trusted my research and time I spent on it.

Somehow the golden chance came at my hands. The day I got the lady alone and it was at a birthday function. The function was for one of the staff’s child. I was ready to make that fabulous night the worst for her with the hefty emotional information inside. I remember the scene, it was the kitchen of that home and she was just filling the tumblers with some drinks. I just headed her saying one fabricated ‘hi”. And I don’t remember how I started saying and completed the ‘speech’. After hearing my single stretched -one man show she made her face serious and with the same dark face, she asked me to dial the number. I was fumbling literally and I started scrolling down the screen to get the number. Dialed and it was ringing. I was blacked out and didn’t know what I would speak. When I started calling the number, she started laughing and I couldn’t’ figure out the reason initially.

Again I dialed the same number and a strange thing happened making my eyes bulged. It is her number that rings….

Again I was out, let me say blacked out. Now I am on a hat-trick. Right?

Jai love, Jai romance. My macho romantic boss!! Hats off….

FDI in retail: will it be on the shore?

2011-12-23T11:13:00.000-08:00

Fresh things irritate countries, especially a democratic power like India. When government opened the door widely for foreign investments through liberalization, agitations were not less. Slogans were pumped from million mouths. People were not in a position to digest the tweaked policy. Even though India was about to get demolished economically and the country was forced to sell 20 tons of gold to IMF (international monetary fund) to expel from the shades of balance of payment crises, pluck-cards and slogans were asking to shut the policy drive. What would have happened, if such a ‘private’ 1991 didn’t happen? If no liberalization, then? It’s absurd to steer the discussion in such a way and it is a fact that many good things were the side products of that economic reforms.

The role of change was taking off, and many more reforms have been done by the later governmental systems. In 2005 the then government loosed the FDI regulations for construction industry by making it 100%. Moving from such points of ventures now the manipulated FDI policy reached the retail segment. It’s obvious, the people sharpen the ears and some started standing against the same. Still the situation continues with the same colour. The proposed policy that stalled the parliament will allow 51% foreign investments in multi brand retail ventures and 100% foreign investment in single brand retail ventures.

India, the country which holds a large pie-piece of unorganized retailing, would be benefited when the tax collection is concerned. Due to the presence of a weak organized retailing system (around 5% of the total retail system) the country is not that much powerful to trace out the flow of money, including taxes. It is a common and known real life practice of almost all, not to ask for bills. Even if they are asked we would be getting a slip from our traditional retailers /kirana stores in the form of scrap. Where is accounting and accountability?

Just make a hefty imagination and think all conventional retailers are trustworthy and ethics-driven. Even if we are dealing such a situation, the chances for manual mistakes are numerous. The vitality of organized retailing would help the system to sort out such tiny leaks which do add up for a heavy financial draining. The current organized retail system which has technological endorsement like server based billing and barcode reading is able to give life for a healthy and efficient products’ movement to the consumer hands. The benefit for the people is another forte of the game It is being said that the new policy would bring pleasant changes in the farmers’ life. As this could rub the unnecessary mediators between farmers and the market, it will help farmers by giving them hot money directly from the market.

The main problem arises is all about the small scale retailers and conventional vendors along with the wholesalers. If FDI in retail reaches the shore abruptly there would be a scene like the liberalization period. Only those companies remained alive after the1991 reforms, which struggled without keeping the sword back in the scabbard. Alike this, those who changes the strategies and style of business and who fights along would be seeing a chance to be in the market-the strong players, they deserve that. Otherwise the matter is worth autopsying. If there would be a formula to mitigate the problem of local/traditional vendors, the policy is a excellent positive step.

Ek Deewana Tha- AAROMALE

2011-12-02T08:02:00.001-08:00

The season is good for all music lovers and the season right now is RahmaniC.

Heeling the musical blockbuster and Goose-bumps creator inside the cinemas, RockstaR, A.R.Rahman is back again for the Bollywood. Ek Deewana Tha is an upcoming Romantic movie directed by southie Ghatuam vasudev menon.

The movie is a remake of his Tamil flick Vinayihandi varuvaya. This is the second Hindi movie crafted by Ghatuam after REHNA HAI THERE DIL MEIN.

The forte of the album EK DEEWANA THA is the blue genre Malayalam song sung by Malayalam composer Alphons joseph . The song would be a novel taste for Bollywood and will make you sense a Pink Floyd smell...

The song is penned by Kaithapram.

Namma bangaluru.. namma metro

2011-11-05T09:10:00.000-07:00

For a south Indian, that was a non-accessible track.
For a south Indian, that was an ‘alien’ vehicle.

Now it is time to strike off all such phases and sentences. The authorities have somehow managed to drag the metro bogies on the track. On October 20, 2011 the metro was flagged off by Union Urban Development Minister Kamal Nath and Railway Minister Dinesh Trivedi in the presence of Karnataka Chief Minister Sadananda Gowda. After a number of date slips and extensions, now the people of Bangaluru are ready to taste the new flavour of rapid-transit. The idea which born two decades back had been rolling from table to table and got autopsied many times. But the people were given hope when Prime minister laid the foundation stone on June 4, 2006 for the first phase.

I was there along with my friends at the station just two days after the flag off. While seeing the train moving on the bridge, many film songs flashed in my mind. It was like a trend and now too it seems like a trend in film-song picturisation that the hero-heroine compo does sing love tunes keeping such trains as background. I am not going vague, putting cine interpretation. Seeing such a thing for the first time in our own city should make us blissful. We stood in the queue for a long time as we were doing at a typical cinema hall queue and somehow managed to get inside the train.

The token system and the scanning plates at the entrance and exit were absolutely new for us and only seconds got consumed for such techno processes. When the train came on the platform the whole junk of people were busy taking photographs rather than flooding into the compartment, which we generally do. All eyes were on the train. She is beautiful and the black-grey colour combination and the red thick strip over the sides which bears the ‘namma metro’ logo looked nice. No past experience and no reference to compare ’namma metro’, but from others who had spent time in other existing Indian metro trains, we came to know that ‘Namma Metro’ also holds quality and style. Hope it would be a splendid transit system for Bangaluru, once the whole city rail network is completed. Track from MG road to Bayappana hali which covers 7 km belongs to the first phase and the whole system covers a distance of 41 km.

The effectiveness of the system would come only after the completion of entire project. Seven on forty-one km has done but about the rest, the picture is still vague. I didn’t see IT industry areas like Whitefield and Electronic city in the proposed metro network for the ‘city of flowers’. If those areas are out of the list, it would be a sad part and the system should be integrated connecting such IT hubs along with other residential and commercial points. Let the ‘namma metro’ vroom across the city and shatter the road transport including the buses which consume fuel and pollute like anything. Also,’ Namma metro, kill the jams, traffic jams’

One fine morning you realized that your gender is changed. What would be your reactions?

2011-09-11T06:07:00.000-07:00

Even though it is a hypothetical situation, let the day be a Sunday. Only a Sunday can make me survive from such a drastic pond of confusions and daze. I guess I will be free from college or work on a Sunday and thus it would help me to think about the further steps. Emotionally I will be zapped and every single chore or routine will be hard for me to do. I’m sure I won’t be in a situation to understand the changes that happened to me. I would be completely shattered. Let me take a wild guess that I would know after a couple of hours that I’m transformed to a girl. The very next thing that I would do is, checking others. I should confirm whether the same thing happened to my friends or not. And I believe it would be a universal ‘revolution’ that makes girls from guys and vice-versa. If that is the new world, I will be keen to live as a girl. For many years I have been living a male-life and it would be a chance for me and for all other ‘transformers’ to understand the problems and beauty of a feminine life.

do comment your reactions if that day comes...

" Baby tell me" A video with deed making and haunting musical notes

2011-06-06T07:06:00.000-07:00

genre : review

Today all most all have a camcorder and if willing any could easily film a video whether it's a short film or other entertainment like albums. The gadgets are immense and easily accessed, but the only and vital problem is the aesthetic drought. I could easily remember the days in which I was even skipping the classes whenever I found a shooting near by. Now the picture has changed a lot and film or video shooting is a common thing that happens. Let me come to the music album industry. During the inception of this video stream people were giving great importance and looking keenly. Now the same industry is getting a hard slap from its own hands. Numerous naive albums had shattered the goodwill of this blooming entertainment wing especially in the South. For such slaps there must be some exemptions. So the struggle given by some of the talents to keep the video album industry active and lively is incomparable.

So I am proud that one such opulent opus happened from my place. A vibrant team of four youngsters from Kerala laid their first step to the territory of picturised songs. They have come up with their debut video under the banner AUG25. The video is obviously a picturesque and beauty adds more when it came to know that the hands behind the scene are the team-mates themselves. It looked like an inspiration from the soft moving groggy style filmed international pop albums, and justice is shown to that standard. The candid like making plugs a unique identity for the craft. Obviously AUG25 is going to make their mark on the arena of universal music if they are getting the right space to steer their debut creation. The budget for the video, revealed by the band itself is really scandalizing as it is very low for such a well-crafted digital art. The song is mesmerising, the video is brilliant, the location-selection was clever, what else indeed endorse such an awesome debut right?

AUG25 band enters the international arena with 'Baby tell (also on MERINEWS)

A DIFFERENT CAT CRACKING , IIM ENTRANT SPREADS NEW HOPE

2011-06-01T03:22:00.000-07:00

Being an unsuccessful CAT cracker, I know how complex and hard an entrance test like Common Aptitude Test is. A strong mindset and try should be there to deal this online exam which is conducted by IIMs. Healthy desire and an eye which could see the professional heights are mandatory and obtruding a person to give this exam won’t be a right fair mean.

Let me come to the say. Mr K.V SUMANTH, son of K.S.Vasuka and M.R .Geetha and an elder brother of Sushant from Bangaluru made such a thing gloriously and confirmed a seat in IIM Indore. Sumanth laid the way to the IIM, one of the name among the best B-schools on globe by cracking all the common hurdles planted for an IIM aspirant and also the personal limitations. This differently enabled Indian made the success and kissed the glory after his four consecutive CAT attempts. Simply awesome. The high voltage determination that he radiated just made person like me a bit ashamed as we all belongs to the group who just kept the sword back in the scabbard after a shattered fight with the CAT.

A cerebral palsy victim, who is unable to read, write and walk properly, did his B-com at Jain College and schools at Websters Bangaluru. The both of the institutions played a big role in molding Sumanth. These institutions made the difference from other reputed schools or colleges by welcoming this guy with out any further thoughts or hesitations.

The inspirational guy for Sumanth was SRIRAM, a blind guy who got into one of the IIMs. This just happened when Sumanth was doing his graduation at Jain. After his graduation it was a tough call for him to be a professional. “Enable India”, an organization based in Bangaluru made the way for Sumanth to work for Thomson Reuters. Later on the person was offered a job in TISS. But he respectfully denied it as the time was for a studious hardship. He should have given double or trice the effort that a normal person should give for the same.

It’s encouraging and glad to hear that he is selected from the 161 candidates for the differently enabled category and being one of the 14 selected individuals. In the long run let us hope, this mediocre world will help and endorse such brilliant personalities even though they are abled a bit differently.

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2011-04-07T07:06:00.001-07:00

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Anna hazare repercussions!

2011-04-07T02:30:00.000-07:00

National Medias are covering the India Against Corruption movement in ultimate swing. It’s sad to see that our regional news makers are not keen to deal with the anti-corruption movement. No doubt, the movement has woken up the sleeping India and dragged the young youthful youths into the process. One hefty powerful law is indeed a must for today’s India and I hope authority will be looking into the same Lokpal bill before implanting. Provisions for development-bottlenecks must be swept away if they reside. Authority should be effective, i.e. Lokpal bill should be on corruption and it should make the concerned authority in a position to trace out the money spent on a particular project or course rather making blocks on the development track saying NO to all doubts and complaints which are skeptical to a minimum level.

Thank you Anna Hazare. You put the stone in the 'ugly water' and the repercussion vibrations are reaching lengths n breadths

what is
THE JAN LOKPAL BILL ?

Source: http://indiaagainstcorruption.org/
The Jan Lokpal Bill (Citizen's ombudsman Bill) is a draft anti-corruption bill drawn up by prominent civil society activists seeking the appointment of a Jan Lokpal, an independent body that would investigate corruption cases, complete the investigation within a year and envisages trial in the case getting over in the next one year.

Features:

1. An institution called LOKPAL at the centre and LOKAYUKTA in each state will be set up

2. Like Supreme Court and Election Commission, they will be completely independent of the governments. No minister or bureaucrat will be able to influence their investigations.

3. Cases against corrupt people will not linger on for years anymore: Investigations in any case will have to be completed in one year. Trial should be completed in next one year so that the corrupt politician, officer or judge is sent to jail within two years.

4. The loss that a corrupt person caused to the government will be recovered at the time of conviction.

5. How will it help a common citizen: If any work of any citizen is not done in prescribed time in any government office, Lokpal will impose financial penalty on guilty officers, which will be given as compensation to the complainant.

6. So, you could approach Lokpal if your ration card or passport or voter card is not being made or if police is not registering your case or any other work is not being done in prescribed time. Lokpal will have to get it done in a month's time. You could also report any case of corruption to Lokpal like ration being siphoned off, poor quality roads been constructed or panchayat funds being siphoned off. Lokpal will have to complete its investigations in a year, trial will be over in next one year and the guilty will go to jail within two years.

7. But won't the government appoint corrupt and weak people as Lokpal members? That won't be possible because its members will be selected by judges, citizens and constitutional authorities and not by politicians, through a completely transparent and participatory process.

8. What if some officer in Lokpal becomes corrupt? The entire functioning of Lokpal/ Lokayukta will be completely transparent. Any complaint against any officer of Lokpal shall be investigated and the officer dismissed within two months.

9. What will happen to existing anti-corruption agencies? CVC, departmental vigilance and anti-corruption branch of CBI will be merged into Lokpal. Lokpal will have complete powers and machinery to independently investigate and prosecute any officer, judge or politician.

10. It will be the duty of the Lokpal to provide protection to those who are being victimized for raising their voice against corruption.

What can I do? How do I contribute to this movement?

>>>. Join the India Against Corruption movement, by giving a missed call to 022 61550789 (we need at least 25 Lakh missed calls, around 5 Lakh are done so far). We will SMS you a message from Anna and others, on what you can do today, and every day.

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A short man who makes INDIA taller

2011-01-16T05:50:00.000-08:00

"When Sachin Tendulkar travelled to Pakistan to face one of the finest bowling attacks ever assembled in cricket, Schumacher was yet to race a F1 car, LanceArmstrong had never been to the Tour de France, Diego Maradona was still the captain of a world champion Argentina team, Pete Sampras had never won a Grand Slam.When Tendulkar embarked on a glorious career taming Imran and company, Roger Federer was a name unheard of; Lionel Messi was in his nappies, Usain Bolt was an unknown kid in the Jamaican backwaters. The Berlin Wall was still intact, USSR was one big, big country, Dr Manmohan Singh was yet to "open" the Nehruvian economy.

It seems while Time was having his toll on every individual on the face of this planet, he excused one man. Time stands frozen in front of Sachin Tendulkar. We have had champions, we have had legends, but we have never had another Sachin Tendulkar and we never will."

P.S : A PARA ON SACHIN BY TIME MAGAZINE

TRAFFIC-MALAYALAM MOVIE[2011] i was loving it and i loved

2011-01-14T06:22:00.000-08:00

genre : movie review

The promotional wall papers, the posters and the cut-outs would not have made any surprise or grin on me if it was a Bolly-Hollywood or Tamil feature. But I got surprised and caught as it was from a normal Malayalam film which didn’t bear any big stars. It was nice to see many faces on the wall as pics and the name too stroke.

After a few days, today [14/1/11] I went for the movie along with one of the lads from my friend-list. Let me type from the beginning. The title displays and the scrolling were a bit awkward, better say oblique. But later it went catchy as the actor Sreenivasan was making a voice-only presence and the front page narration was not into hearts. But the same gave or labeled the film a serious face and the viewers did stop talking and commenting. It was a take off from the director side, taking the viewers in his bag.

The story was like a shuffled puzzle packet before us and later the screen-people made it in proper lines and corners and thus a beautiful picture. The brilliant scripting and perfect filming made me, made us away from the word BORE. Life was there in the accident scenes which led to the death of one character-Raihan -done by Vineeth srinivasan.

The story is telling about the talks, the tensions, the risk and the adventure taken by a bunch of people including high official police men at one edge and a normal traffic constable at the other edge to transplant the life from a boy belonging to a normal family to another girl who is a complete far stranger and also the daughter of a Film star. Heart transplantation was the line used in the movie which was garnished well by many social happenings.

Editing was perfect. Songs were not so catchy but it didnt do any harm for the film movement. But the original sound score really sounded well. It was so fine and fair to watch all actors performing so composed and neatly. No extra put ups, no extra dialogues on the reel and it was like the same live talks we are doing in our real life.

Rajesh pillai[director]

He did a great job.10 on 10 for himBobby and Sanjay[writers]

Again 10 on 10Mejo joseph[music director]

Not bad. Rerecording was up to the mark 7 on 10
for the movie 9 on 10Last but not the least. Congrats! , Producer who financed for an awesome product. Thumps up LISTINSTEPHEN

2010-12-31T08:14:00.000-08:00

SALUTE 2011

GLOBE IS GETTING OBLIQUE ?

2010-12-14T22:44:00.000-08:00

Taking a set of wee hours in account that I spent along with one of my sweet uncle, I do start this topic. I and he were driving our legs to the confectionery stall. It was pretty cool morning and when I pulled out my eyes from the cell phone screen and watched around, I could see many health conscious uncles and a few aunties jogging with covered nose-mouth with masks. It framed like surgeons were running out of the operation unit in the midst of fixed cases. I was aware of the “masked” purpose and the purposely doing actions lured my laugh. After crossing the third “medico”, me and uncle were about to cross the road. Abruptly one black hefty 4 wheel drive [think it was a PAJERO. I couldn’t remember exactly] passed us investing a commendable sized knotted white plastic bag off road. The football like perfectly packed bundle bounced back after hitting the electric post and the same came eagerly to us. It was a waste “bomb” – a home made one. The odd and stiff smell out from the kitchen ‘opus’ was really “great” and it was enchanting me, frankly not only me but my seventies model uncle too. The smell was suffered me in such a way that I couldn’t even realize my uncle’s face. Gargantuan radiations from the home made pack were sailing out of saturation as the bag got torn after the bounces.
                                Italian, Indian, Chinese, tandoori almost all who got escaped from the dinning space then YESTERDAY or day before were peeping out from the cover. The catastrophe was so near. The sublime action was done by the bus came then, driving over the half torn packet. The 1+2 heavy right sided wheels made the stuff easily to a word map like structure over the road. The world wide food nexus was made like this in a spoon of seconds. We stood as pure eyewitnesses for the ‘crime’. I think it was a beef piece that cannoned at my lips from the packet while the bus tires were doing the novel action.
                           “How our lands hold cleanness? Better sweep all stupid like this first”   uncle lamented. I looked at him and saw the doleful patriotic person from my family. Pulling out inner stuffs from the throat and utilizing the good health, vigorously he spat over the road. Thus he showed his grieves and walked along the length waving his hands saying follow me. I just followed him asking myself
                                 “What is the difference between my uncle and the pajero human?. They both tried their level best harm for the society and the country rt?.
Kudos. Then after I’ am trying to change myself. Not to spit in public, not to dumb waste in public, to use the dust bins. If one guy or gal is not putting used recharge coupons/wrappers scraps /even bus tickets for a few years he or she is saving our lands from 'ton' of grams of waste. Then imagine how much he or she will be saving in a life time? Unofficial measure says every second in India itself gallons of virus hosted saliva-sputum are spat, which can be easily written as an exponent.

“All are not able to do great things, but all are able to do small things greatly”

Dispatches -terror in mumbai

2010-11-25T23:47:00.000-08:00

This day morning I was happened to be in the page for live leak web portal. I got directed from the yahoo home after leaping out from my mail account. The day was making age -two for the diabolic actions which Mumbai held on 26/11. I just started seeing the documentary and the footages, and the stuffs which chained inside made me sit for the one stretch -48 minutes. I’m not sure whether all things edited in are real or manipulated .But I do believe all are reliable.
The film is directed by DAN REED, the guy who made TERROR IN MUSCOW. I was not aware of the maker before. Having this video, I got into a search for that media person, and came to know about his penultimate venture, TERROR IN MUSCOW. Even seeing the 26/11 footages [unseen yet in medias] make us scary. I couldn’t even imagine the drastic chaos that the innocent people went through. As I’m a stupid, I don’t know what to do for peace. But I hope seeing this video, I / ALL should be in a mind-bowl which prevents ME / THEM from killing even a small tiny bug.

Iam sharing the video

'wealthy' common wealth

2010-09-25T00:08:00.000-07:00

genre:CI
It is me who always work hard and tame my study materials during the last hours or the day just senior to the exam. And not only me, but almost all are doing the same mesmerism. A nexus of 300 or more people are in fresh troubles concerning the Common Wealth Game scam .Are they representing each of us? Human resources were in plenty and the fund was redundant. Which element lacked? Diplomatically I'm not in a position to comment up on .Lets shelve the queries right now and later we should be having a manipulation and thorough probe after culminating the CWG. For the time being forget those non-Indians who looted and be Indian and lets sing:::::

oh yaaro yeh

india

..bulaa liya..

diwaana yeh

india

bulaa liya (bulaa liya)

yeh to khel hain, bada mel hain..

mila diya(mila diya) (2)

oh rukna rukna rukna

rukna rukna nahi..

haarna haarna haarna

haarna haarna nahi..

junoon se kanoon se maidaan maaro..

lets go..lets go..

play o jiyo heyo lets go..

play o jiyo heyo lets go.. (2)

oh yaaro yeh india..bulaa liya..

diwaana yeh india bulaa liya (bulaa liya)

parvat sa ooncha hon tum

toh yeh..

duniya salaami de

sard iraade na ho jaaye kahin

dil ko wo suraj de

jiyo utho bhadho jeeto..

tera mera jahaan lets go..

kaisi saji hain saji hain dekho maati apni..

bani rashke jahaan yaara ho

kai rang hain boli hain kai desh hai maga

yaheen jag hai samaya saara ho

laagi re ab laagi re lagan,

jaagi re mann jeet ki agan,

uthi re ab iraadon mein tapan,

chali re toli chali ban than,

The longer the night,

The longer our dreams be,

Flow like the wind,

Let the Games take over me,

Be like the Tiger strong,

Let the Fear be gone,

Follow the will to win to thrill to thrill...

play o jiyo heyo lets go!

kadamon mein ek bhanvar

ka hai din..

jashn ka aaj din hain

seeno mein toofan

ka hain din..

baazu aazma yeh din hain..

yeh din hain..tera din hai..

tu zor laga..chal aankh mila..

kal na aaye din yeh!

jiyo utho badho jeeto..

play o jiyo heyo lets go..

jiyo utho badho jeeto..

tera mera jahaan lets go

The songs is tight and crispy now with some more beats and folkish nuances.Tweaking would endorse the purpose.

WRONG NUMBER

2010-06-26T03:18:00.000-07:00

genre: short story

Swathi Swathilakshmi is haunted by mighty thoughts.

‘I know him from the school days, why he put me in such a drastic pond'

She asks herself and seeks inside her heart, where her dad with a muscled mustache, her mom with a cute uncertain smile and her sibling "agitator" stay safe.

"Hey Joe I don want to hurt ma parents and just do spare me"

This was her last shout over Joe.

Joe's class number was 26 while they had their acquaintance for the first, and now too he is 26, six months elder to Swathi Swathilakshmi and now they have their first irregular manipulation in the friendship codes.

Sorry I’m going vague, saying this story. Story of Swathi and Joe. Let me say, Swathi is getting a proposal from her blockbuster friendship hero Joe. They know each other for the past many years.

It was yesterday evening after a party blast Joe grabbed Swathi and said 'I want u' and kissed at her lips, severe. She doesn know even now what to say more, and she doubts whether she too loves. If she asks me, god promise, I will be planting an affair. She is asking herself,

Was she allowing him to kiss? ,

Or he made it easily as he is a "he”?

I think she is thinking a lot lying on her bed, to make herself safe in the chart of religion and other cultural frequencies.

She writes on the paper "do u love him?" and the same is getting stroked. She stands now in front of the mirror. She looks at the watch .She was the girl who slams this love and all the adolescence romantic times, the GUY-GAL love talks, night calls . . .

She sits in the lawn. Seems she is disturbed. Her mind searches a safe zone, a cradle. The breeze gives some ripped leaves and flower petals to her from the boughs. Nothing affects her.

Suddenly a flower comes to her front. She looked up.[it is Joe who]comes there with a flower in hand

"Joe" she yelled

Joe: what you are doing here alone? [Placing the flower on her hand]

Swathi: confused, I’m totally confused

Joe: for what?

Swathi: I hate this love, affair and all. But I don want to hate you.

Joe: Swathi I know you do love me. Your mind already scribbled inside the 3 words”I love you” and now your tongue have to read. Just do that

Swathi: what? She asks puzzled

Joe now hugs her.

Joe: why you don’t resist now? Im hugging you.

Swathi: Joe I love you

She sees the morning light now. She is in her bed. Now I could say that she is really holding the confused moments as the happened scenes are just a peppy dream .She doesn't know what to do. Whether cry or do scream. She confirmed that she loves him. But she doesn’t want to loose those lawn moments realizing that it was a dream. She is getting screwed up by herself in front of the mirror. She asks herself many queries.

I don’t want to chart all those stupid here.

I said no? Sometimes my Swathi is really psycho. Swathi wants to talk with her Joe now. [Don’t feel weird on me. I’m using "her Joe" now.] Hours passed. She changed. Before, she didn’t show any hesitation to call him. But now she drags. She herself knows, her mind got installed something new. The universal feel, love is spreading through the veins and she set tensed now to call Joe to say.

As 3 idiots said "all is well”, she picked the phone and scrolled. But the same instant, she gets his call. OOUUCH!!! She puts the mob down.

She looks at the screen:

JOE

+919894312354

Calling...

She was taken aback...

Two calls she missed from him. She leaves the mob at the room and went for the routines. I think she gropes some courage .Lijin doesn’t know whether all gals do such dramas before a proposal or endorsing a proposal. But Swathi does. Two hours passed. She managed to eat the 120 minutes. She takes the phone and dialed him. The first hurdle is from the network operator side. Nil balance status made the fully charged Swathi dull .She can’t call. But she doesn’t give up. Takes the land lined phone and dialed.

Signal catches him. She is getting pissed here. She is like a gal who attends a phone in interview from a MNC. She doesn’t know what is coming straight from her mouth and what she hears. As a start the usual “where you?” the guy got. And thus, a dull –accelerated call installed.

Guy: driving, sorry, who is this?

Swathi: it’s me, don’t have ma land line? Huh

Guy: Sweety, you? I’m going to work site.

Swathi: yup.k

Guy: I was about to call you, I have been getting calls from Meskin and he wants that reports and those encoded program very urgent. I don want to make myself in trouble…

His complaints and grieves continues, which she doesn’t understand and bother

Suddenly;

“Joe I love you, I wanna share myself with u. Love you a lot”

What?! “he screamed and the car went off road . A bang!!

-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

[Joe comes to Swathi's home and asks]

“Swathi, where you dumped your mobile?

I called you often. And you are sticking on this land receiver for long.

I called to this too. ’

Swathi doesn’t know, what is happening around her. ?

Joe: hello [waved hands before her face]

She got flashed and says for the call.

“Hello, hello” No one replies but the line is still connected, noises are heard from the end, noises only.

“Sorry wrong number” she ends the call.

Swathi: Hey Joe sorry. I got wrong. I dialed wrong and was calling someone for you and I talked minutes.

Joe: me? Ok what is the matter?

Swathi: nothing. Hmm, will say later [as she lost all her courage to confirm the love]

Lijin doesn’t know whether she will say the love lines and do well to herself or not. But I’m sure something bad and odd happened at other end of the call.

vinnai thandi varum!

2010-02-28T07:51:00.000-08:00

genre:review

For the film the title itself is a big shot. The same draws psyches to the box office .First of all thanking the maker for the title. That symbolic query launches, launched, will launch romantic- memories in every individual irrespective of the registered sex. We all were in doubt, that ghuatam menon is romantic or penning romance for the sake of money. But by this release I realized and confirmed , that the Indian director is truly awesome in romance and magical in presenting the same glorious feel .Went along with two of ma friends and through out the theatre time, one was ‘sledging’ me for forcing him to see the screen for VTV.Didnt know why he hates. Some times the dull pace counted.

But I think the pace suits the film well. Sometimes fast pace would be doing a reverse affect, as the manipulation is romance inside. The style is pretty cool and worth seeing, ghuatam took. Steps [the aerobic-like] are awesome and for me the song picturization got ten on ten.

Academy award winner is terrific for the first venture after bagging world wide fames .Rahman is simply the best. If you people liked the album hearing from CDs /PDAs,I swear you are missing another half of the beauty of the songs ,which comes only from the ghuatam menon frames. Its a commendable collaboration of notes and frames,truly .

Camera moves and realistic frames are safely monitored before us through a talented ‘lens’ Manoj paramahamsa. THUMPS UP man

My perspective shouts: ‘if u r missing the film, you are missing a great time’

ARR

2010-02-01T06:29:00.000-08:00

Days back i joined one orkut community " why i hate rahman?".and inside the community home,reasons were chained well.I spotted every reasons for the hatred . Looking inside me, I see graffiti over my mind-wall holding the same reasons.

description:

WHY I HATE AR RAHMAN?
1. Every time his music releases ... I gotta spend money on each
and
every DVD/CD released by him in all languages because I cant miss
his
music for anything in the world.

2. Waste lots of time listening to his music again and again
because
I can never get satisfied with his music.

3. Waste all my morning time reading carefully each and every
message in arrfans group, again and again for the fear of missing a
BGM,
a youtube video, a rapidshare link, a review/blog/ article.

4. Hate him because I like his music so much that I dont get time
to
listen to other MDs music and appreciate their music as some
people
can do.

5. Cry out loud when somebody says my man has lifted a tune ...
and
then try to cool myself after somebody in the amazing arrfans group
explaining why its false accusation.

6. Have to bear the fact that in this 100+ crore country, the only
music thats worth listening is ARRs and subconsciosly wishing that
there are more ARRs

reasons are nailed above

when he had held te oscars,i didnt write any here
today he got te musical oscars too,te gramophone awards
so i couldn't help myself to leave te space void.

long go ARR,make me happy,make india smile

just 4 horror!

2010-01-10T00:31:00.000-08:00

genre:true story

Throughout the life, this spell, I have been hearing stories named true shades that sketched or try to do ghost and such supernatural life forms. In all sense, some time known-sense gave us only vague and scratched scenes of them. For this, sometimes non sense too plays credits. However they are close to us. For screening fun we talked about them, a lot. For arresting the scary mind inside, we talked again a lot. Like all rolling eyes over this page, me too have much pretty well crafted scriptures with ghost or some of "his" associate in lead. The consolidation was from the soft hands of the idiotic box.

Dad and me always took plus five minutes from the bus terminal, the old one to the last bend which led to the rotary "school time" where I did my schooling up to 4th standard..From that road curve, it was ma chronic carefulness that steered myself .As all well-programmed days, that day also I got in the class. I was doing in third standard and it was B division.Like some little champs from the bench-side, the teacher for the third period from the staff-corner was absent and we all were whispering ,hiding from the eagle eyes of dull yellow shirt& ample dark blue shorts standing in front of us. Sorry I don remember the fellow who monitored the class .[he actually was minding the class : my past vocals]

It was S*h*na who yelled entumma jinnu jinnu"[ghost].Girls around her themselves got pumped away and I think I was on the desk [seconds before I had my seat over the wooden bench]. The scene continued .Some had given a race to staffs' room.The guy with curly hairs on the penultimate desk was helping his hands and tooth from shivering . It was ma first "horror scene". Myself Lijindev chewed well,three or four days,tasting the 'sweet' feel ,which made me completely dejected. Slept hugging mom tightly.

This time the shocked kid changed a lot. Got spectacles over the eyes, slight terrific mustache and beard. I was in Salem, while age creeps through 2004 to 2008. During the initial batch of days, around two hundred and fifty in numbers, we all were together installed under the same roof. We technocrats and the medicos loved each other.Had fun and the days molded ourselves for the game 'ojo board ' As annan had told us that the room which shined over the three stored building as a cap,helped one of our senior to give up his breath .We did select the same spot, the same room as the canvass for the miracle of OjO.While we were in the making ,ears were tuning up more efficiently.More sounds were welcomed and seated inside ears.All were tensed enough as sounds even a small wave was a bang for us that time.Dogs were the USPs.They did their level best to make us scared.And we were in ultimate chaos ,when the steel cup over the OJO board moved towards the boundary.

We were all aware of the 'concentration play' or the concentration's 'play' inside the OJO event and the dogs had been shouting all days before our horror game and after too,as usual.All were keeping the precious silence but sometimes laughed louder and fought harder to dominate over the scary boiling feel. The incident is bringing smile over ma face now. And that time we were happy in the sense that our game touched success .Ya we saw the steel cup moving rt?

And this time, a true story followed. Mostly our home, the grieves’ graveyard on the second floor was like a road side inn. All did the presence with talks, talks and talks throughout, while the clock moved extremes. This particular scene and frames was among the 7 idiots and 2 Romeos, Neelesh and Ratheesh. The fair discussion was reaching ears throughout the fair, our FAIRLANDS. Flourishing talks were going on without any cracks or cheats. No doubt the topic was ghost, yakshi, extra ordinary evil powers and even many new non-dictionary words delivered at the spot. When unknown articles were dealt, all heroes nodded each other, as the same were much known. For the first whistle all were in shuffled seating. Every personal or "PERSONAL" story was followed by another from the nearest available mouth and we succeeded ,forming a chain of bluffs and some interesting stuffs .I don want to point out the masala ,mirch masala that we had in those story lines, it's understandable .Around 60 minutes were eaten. Then the 'team-shuffled' manipulated. Our sofa was full; all got flanked by other bold technocrats .But every ones' tongue sailed a lot. The actual presenter was Rathesh. The guy hails from Palakkad. For introduction he blabbered, his village, home, people...went on...

From the days he could remember he was having a friend, whom he used to call 'chechi' [sister].During school days it was she who picked him up and down from the school. It was she who cared him like a younger sweet sibling.

From the demo-Para itself we all got the strong bond between those two humans .We liked it and was getting indulged in the Rathesh filming

Years went off, and friends that day came. He was coming back to the home after the class. It is still vague that in which standard he was doing then. He stepped down from the bus and was moving home. He was on the way, a pocket road, drawn up to his home. With many things, home works TV programs and many more in mind he was just rolling himself over the way like his mind and he was in haste looking for a hunger-dismissal after reaching home .He walked. With a pleased charming smile and sparkling look, his chechi was coming. Both waved hands and thus greeted. When she was near enough, she just patted his hair on the move.

"Bye" she said.

The guy was not bothering much, as he was in haste and preferred being with his snacks and chaats from home. He just handed over a smile, and moved. He was running and reached home. No one was there except the maid .She gave him the plate, a little populated. Seeing that he asked "where is mom?”. Hands from back grabbed him tightly and hugged.’ mom! Where were u'?' He asked while he was getting a kiss from her. She was crying."hey mom" he shouted .

"chechi is gone, monu" with a completely cracked voice she said holding him tightly. He took some more time to realize that his chechi was dead that morning.

Hearing this we all were teaching ourselves, that ’it's a story '.But he had given the lines, saying that it was a true incident. We were taken to another stage or world. Now too when I write this blog I could feel the feel that I had then. A bit diabolic. After that we all were not discussing such matters to a larger extent. Especially we were not into the chechi story again. Sometimes when I heard the name 'ratheesh' I could grope the incident from the memories.

So what to do friends. Couldn’t leave that.

I know no great ways are there to rub those, if we had such in lives. Now we all got expelled from the great Salem and now we talk over phones only. But

I rarely call him!

dizzy N' dazed

2009-11-19T06:53:00.000-08:00

genre:a crap

Had numerous tasty days,had many splendid moments and now im not a faded intellectual to get ready for re-welcoming those flowery days .Several times,while on ma black sofa ,while on ma dinning chair in ma home,I queried myself where ma life goes?.I just dragging now the tittle here,"dizzy N' dazed''. Dizzy N' dazed where ma life goes.I was pampering these thoughts in ma mind.Now too i do.Un-packed dreams from the mind call me to their own way,where the stiff practical life calls me to another.From ma side ,i don know how to and where to steer.

Just feel to call Rama Allah & Jesus to sketch out the way for me,as the colonial song said.Purposely the days have been made busy.Have to wake up early ,say around 5 :30 as the punching machine at the Keltron campus waves and calls me.The trips make me busy to a tight extend.The time Im having from the morning 8:30 to 4:30 eve creeps,obviously.The whole life is in a busy throw,but that great time doesn't show justice .But any way,the writer is in a fight.Me struggle hard now to mold the same to be charged frolic.My experiment with time goes on .

MAN IN MAELSTORM[ss]

2009-10-09T09:41:00.000-07:00

Genre: short story

For Nerrendhair toilette, the day was vital, a bit great. Foot steps were in new 'era'. When looked through the grills, the clock was moving fast from four hours, five minutes. Keeping a masked smile, he leaned over the wall. He was lazy to a count. He knew long way was waiting for him that day, the unknown pretty way. The routine play started. He felt that more eyes were staring at him. He too fought towards the 'look'. He reached the room the bathing one. The first cup of water said 'bye' to the rest. He poured. While the water was patting him well, his eyes get blurred and the mind drew a picture over the wall in front of the man. On the wall he saw his kids, they fight and he shouted then 'hey'. Now the action flagged end. They smiled for him, which made the same in his face, the cutest curve on the globe.

"Where are the kids? Ask them to get ready". His wife was told. "You do the job, they all are getting ready" all of a sudden the reply was. He sang horribly then. White autumn flowers were slipping away from his flesh, he felt so. Sprayed water drops made the presence of jewels for him. Again and again and again, he shook his hairs to make the same event. Wall around him replied his 'woh', keeping a dozed tone echoes. For the door knock, he turned back, 'leena I'm coming, wait plz'. He comforted his wife then. That was keen good. But for the very second the scary image of his kids made him scream, and the bright knock on the door from outside made him pause the screaming waves. The sweats too hugged him. He shivered. Himself he managed the trauma. He was then pouring the whole bucket over him thus tearing the water beam from bucket. After all, the same bucket was fired away. For the actions' each step he rhythm-ed. Teeth too were instrumental factors. Followed minutes let him come out of the bathing room. With a scrooge smile over his face he looked others.

At the dinning table it held items as he was a foodie. Plates holding food were waiting for his hands. Troubles were void in that frame. The man had enough and the siren from his inner was, a bit out of pitch.

He told many to his wife, even romance. And he was getting comfort replies from the other side. Grins he made and made others think that he is the only innocent and the most.

A wide lengthy hall appeared. He moved through it, when light strips trace him out of the lesser contrast. We heard sounds. Some one dragged the chair. Plates made their own charm. Yup! . He left the dinning.

He seemed tensed and worried. He was not satisfied with the framed guidelines that his dear ones had given him. And now the process reached the dressing ‘era’. He was fast enough. Body guarded well. His face always sparked. When he looked back abruptly, dazzling flowers were dancing there and as a flash only they appeared. He smiled as a hearty acknowledgment for them, yeah for the flowers. For the past fourteen years he had been giving the same routine, for his daily office-trip. He was ready to say 'bye' but before that, another job. He kissed his dear wife then ‘bye’ followed. He didn't spare his ears to others, who were asking and telling some. He got into the car. Seeing his driver ready for a 'take off' with his hand on the gear lever, he asked. 'how you man?'

When asked that, he stared at the gear lever. His eyes were absorbing heavily the frame. Now the driver champ took the hand from the gear lever. He looked at toilette with rudeness clubbing sympathy. Toilette didn’t get any idea. "Disgusting" he said.

Suddenly his head was covered and couldn’t see anything. Some one was tying his hands and he was sure then that the gang is going to loot. "Dial 100. I wont leave you people , Ajay common" . He yelled at his driver. To have the control over, he said many "driver take the hell"

Geared!

All around heard a terrific sound. Pin drop silence reigned. "Hmmm he is hanged”, with exhaustion the policeman said. Prison superintendent, person from the court and the superiors looked him. Seemed all said the same within the minds

the very next morning

At the jail warden's :-

Newspapers for the cops displayed

" Toilette hanged " with story " Nerrendhair toilette, who have given the capital punishment , was hanged yesterday for brutally killing his family". . . . . . . .

"an affair". . . . . . .

"lover". . . .

. . . "stabbed" . .

. . . . "raped and killed". . . . .

daughter . . . . . . . . . . .

Many words pumped out in that daily to cover up the story.

While groping inside the paper, one of the cop asked the police in saree, "why he kissed u lady?. . . . . . strange? ". . . "hmmm special anything?" keeping the fun in his words, he continued "the man was murmuring and even bluffing a bit through out the day . But you are lucky, u got one kiss," [with laughs he drove again into the newspaper]

"His psyche might leave him before his journey". This reply from the lady police made all other 'comics' stop. They all kept the silence nicely. she just pat her cheek gently

LOBELIA[ss]

2009-09-06T21:10:00.000-07:00

Genre:short story

When the calendar had said "it’s Monday, 18th June" the bald headed man started begging for a couple of days as leaves. This day the same calendar on the right corner wall says "it’s Tuesday, 26 June.” Yet he didn't get anything green from the boss. He wants to be a thrived leave applicant, as it will be a great pleasure bouquet for the 48 year old man.

"Delhi! Agra! N the taj. You have been asking me for the same stuffs. What the hell is vital there, and the process here at the office, is too rushy. U must be here. How could I grant u??..[Irritated boss is about to jump on him]

"Sorry sir, I can’t help stopping .I have to get the days in ma hand. Don wanna repeat the reasons again" it’s an ultimate reflection from the hero side. He too is irritated. It seems.

A point of cross- cutting comes here.

The gal's age is 19 and till dated she didn't have any big desires and her dad ,the same bald headed gentleman was holding the cool times with her. When needs ,desires n passions are concerned the gals is so simple and not so excessive.

He doesn’t have a stubborn gal.

He doesn’t a wife now.

He doesn’t have a posh life

He doesn’t have any grudge

yup one more ,

He doesn’t have any hair.

Like tat a simple life, a calm one he is leading with her pretty cute girl. Both were N' are happy.

"dad lets go for a trip, I wanna see Taj mahal once.lets go.plz dad" he got this request from his gal months back. While she was asking she might not be serious, but the man hold it damn serious and he has been just making out the way to Agra from his home. Financial preparation was horrible for him, seeing his face I felt.

The man's life managements and manipulation are just for the gal in the home. He doesn’t wanna take other raw to his life. Saying by a phrase, he lives for her. Why should he bother other stuffs, cute and ugly?. His friends and his colleagues know the daddy well. They all have been seeing the same dairy for the past bundle of years.

His diary pages don’t count days, but years are dealt there. It’s the world for him. It’s the life n light for the gentle man. Every tracks and shades of his daughter move through the pages. Nothing heavy to show off. The pages keep his little queen safe inside them.

The smile she gave, the cry she gave, the shout she made, the song she sang, the picture she drew, dress she wore, the list goes n goes. Every turns and curves in her life, all the pages says that. And the man holds it even now, the same diary with enough untidy pages and weird look. When queries come concerning the same, the man's eyes do get wet N' he will be in charming zone N' fabulous scenes-frames come out through his words. He does describe them so nicely. She acts in that, she sings, she laughs, she grins in that diary pages .All she does through his words.

Yup, look at the cabin. He is there at the boss' table as he was called.

“Boss good afternoon!"

"Yes good afternoon"

"You want the days rt?" "Any change?"

And the same reply hovers in the room

"I want the days, want the leave"

[@ Home]

She is about to take the book from the shelf, at the right corner of the hall. The phone calls her.

"hello"

"hello"

"say dad"

"yeah!!!! [With utmost excitement]

darling, four legs ,four hands ,four eyes moves from our sweet nest to Agra ,today get ready"

what? dad!!!

"ya I'm coming get ready there. Quick, get mine too"

The little lady grins. She doesn't get any idea, what she does what doesn’t. She was just playing with seconds. She gropes here and there, widely. She hurriedly jumps on the dresses, sorted them out. She bags it, with in seconds count. When the soft hands hold the shampoo, she remembers the red n pink polishes she got two days before. She keeps the shampoo bottle there, runs for the polishes .Put them all.

The game continues, she runs for the shampoo now. She drives here and there, the paths are highly complicated. So, would like to say short about her fight with the time, with the clock.

The blasting sound you heard now is just the closing of bathroom door. She takes the shower.

The man comes out of his office. He sings now. Much flashy he is now.

Look at him, he is pretty cool now.

He feels now,

"Yes I'm a daddy now, now only. I love her, but couldn't care her"

He may or may not be thinking now. I’m not sure.

He gets in the shop. Runs n flies, collects the things for the journey, the long one that he is going to have with his life, his baby gal.

But the same female continues her rock n roll with out any breaks. And she does it fabulously. My self I wonder now, how much stuffs n craps she is going to have for the trip. Seems she is peak excited. No doubt, it goes true as her dad is going to give her a terrific pack of hours by the trip.

Now in the frame: the man goes through the footpath. And he hands more bags now. Still he is in search of something else. He enters the shop at the corner. Gave seconds there, comes out with another addition, ye one bag more .hurie!!!.

LADIES N GENTLEMEN the sequel for the shopping is over now. And our man is calling taxi now. The car moves.

Now have a cross cut, again

Gal is cute now. She wears a white T -shirt N' a denim jeans. Two huge bags take the mark beside her. They go fat. She is waiting for the start, having her whole "home" in the bags. She is happy? Or tensed? A bit. Strange to see that. Some peoples' excitements draw difference on faces. The crafted trait suits here.

The yard for the home fills with roses n some more leafy lives. And the roadway in front is painted well by leaves, down from the boughs. Now, the taxi comes to the same road.

When she looks out, she could see her dad is just closing the cab door, the car moves and he approaches.

She makes a murmur

"ooh dad""

She again looks outside, and takes the bags.

"Hey where were you?" she shouts

"Seconds, minutes and even hours have been taken by Shoppe , darling” dad replies.

"Hey it took time to get the bike ready, darling"

When the guy who sits on the bike says this, the man looks at him.

"what’s that?"he asks himself

"Stupid" it is from the gal.

The man's mind creeps.

He just stares at his daughter now. Checks frame by frame-what she does

"She looks me

She holds the bags now

She looks back to the wall, her mother

She starts now, she runs

She comes to me now,[she keeps the luggage down]

She looks at me

She says "sorry dad"

She turns and runs now, to the corner yard

She gets on the bike; the guy looks at me now

She too looks, she looks odd

Bike starts,"

The man is frozen. Gives one yell "hey.hello, Lobelia"

Roses from the yard, leaves from the sides, birds on boughs and the breeze that hovers have replied his "hello”,

Except his little gal.

4 lines 4 her

2009-08-22T08:36:00.000-07:00

Genre: a crap

When she goes beside , the gloomy air grins

When light goes void , her smile sparks

Thunder-balls even pat her love soaked head strings

Flowers in bouquet are ashamed,seeing her

Hitherto cannon chills , looking at her lips' curve

Seems she hails from heaven.

She hurts me , N' Im proud to

Her shades and traits leave me now,Im alone

I doubt , sometimes almighty makes mistakes

a 'mess' with the dream

2009-07-27T09:27:00.000-07:00

Many dates in my life dealt me well.And 26-07-2009 is special.I was awaiting for the day,and I loved it now.Keeping the passion and dream to be in the field of visual media I had applied for FTII and now I'm blogging here with immense pleasure that I put the first step .Whatever result they publish,I'm not into those bonanza.One thing hypes that I gave the paper,with passion and joy.For the first time I just hold the huge baggies of passion, sincerity and desire for an exam.When I was just doing at ma home and doing along with ma friends,I was truly alone when this particular "hall ticket" concerned.But at the exam center I could see many buddies who had the same desire n charm together inside the same frame.Ya,it made me happy.Talking with them just made more comfortable and we all were dealing well.

Coming to the questions,have to talk lot.Expected mathematical and science queries were nil.Just questions to measure our aesthetic sense were packed tightly inside the booklet.Vigorous roam was done to get the centre,The Presidency School [r.t.nagar,bglr].

Just keeping the top geared enthusiasm for the short listed list to get published.

wanna rate me. myself!

DAYS ARE 17 [ss]

2009-07-15T21:41:00.000-07:00

Genre:short story

DAY 1

Not like the days before,gulzar is a bit early.Eyes are in search of a catchy sight.Chance is void.Desperately he takes one seat with a coffee.Looks the watch.It said "wait". Faces are running out and in. For him,the train station is the same that he had seen years before.Change never pat it.He sweats for a MNC in the city,catching the same train to connect home n office for the past 4-five years.

DAY2

Today the race is on between him and the lady train. She doesn't left him off.There were days gulzar pissed off.Train said bye many times. Now in the seat he is.Abruptly a plastic wrapper flies and grabs his face,which slips from the girl beside.She is about to sit there in front of him. He takes the wrapper in hand.Its a napkin cover.He just points the same to her,"excuse me".She is blushed.she sits there without any reflection. After giving a stare at the stuff he sends it out.
"is toilet free now?".When the old man asked her this,she replied 'yeah' making face more pink..She said freely[gulzar don't think so ].All stay cool.

DAY3

This day the train is rushy.We all can doubt gulzar,that he has followed the same girl.Whatever it is,she is near to him now.Their eyes struck.The debut smile he fired went waste.She seems stern as almost all girls do.After a long spell a slight smile is hanging on her face.She hides it turning off herself.He creeps and now he is more close to her.
"what is the date?"
he asked one who naps and trying to upgrade the same, standing.

"19". The man replied as he lost something expensive

gulzar:"But the date is 18 man".

man:" hey common,what u want?"

gulzar:"me? nothing".[looks her,and with a gap of silence,says]."management made ma salary plus,as i works hard"[laughs].

She is about to step down.She comes closer to him and says "but your zip is still open!?.

It was too hitting and electrifying words.Gulzar suddenly checks the shutter and she is true."ooh shit".All starts laughing and a special laugh with a weird tone comes out from the man beside him,the same man.She just left.And he is in search of oxygen.

DAY4

Gulzar is very careful.With the sparking eyes as a hunter holds,he moves on the platform.He doesnt want trouble seeing her.Deliberate minutes crossed.Train is welcomed by the platform where she stepped down yesterday.He is free from the cutie .
"excuse me,"
As he turned ,its her.
"how the day,god morning!.work hard"
with the most beautiful smile on her face she moves away.Strange air comes to him.Its a pleasant curve ,on his face.Delighted Gulzar,as he finds some thing precious .

"i have to love you" he says

DAY5
No doubt,Gulzar is searching for the awesome girl now.He searches,searches n searches.No looks catch her.His mood seems to ride wrong.He is waiting for the station where she does leave . Finally the station has come.Among the human flush he starts the scan.She comes out from the same compartment where they met n shared moments.He yells "hi".All are looking at him and she too.For him she stands alone in that range.Just got a hand wave from her and its enough there.

DAY6

This sixth day is the day of dumb language for these creatures.As they got locked in the rush ,emotional fields are not helpless between them.Both are far enough to prevent voice chats .But they talk a lot .They talk for a long time.Gulzar doesn't know what she says and she obviously in the same state.But he is on cloud nine. .He comes to the door and says "bye".Train moves taking Gulzar n Gulzar moves taking her "bye+smile"

DAY7

Pretty good boy is Gulzar now. He is early.Rarely he does.She is in the window side and he sits opposite to her.Face to face,as they sat b4.Within seconds the train is loaded well. He stares at her and she is nervous,a bit.
ooh shit got wrong,she stares at him and Gulzar is nervous, chronic nervous.
Himalayan task he does,to overcome those.And now he is getting good n pretty cool as train eats distances

gulzar:hi

girl:hi,bye!.

She just get down as the train is on the mark.For gulzar the whole spell was some seconds.He doesnt know,what happened there.

DAY8

The two humans get into the same train piece.While they started, both were pretty far .But now when the 3rd horn airs he is here ,at the mark near to her.Just like pure strangers they do. He or she never drags apart.Sometimes shakes bind them.Seats are getting vacant.But nothing bothers them.They stand as the train is holding huge rush.

Nothing is new.But the very next second, Gulzar grabs her palm.Rough look is pumping out from her ,which later would get pacified. They look outside,they look at the fan ,they stare at others,they smile. But never look each other and their hands never leave each other till the journey ends.

DAY9

A fresh journey starts.Gulzar boldly comes near to her,smiles.
"how are you" she asks the same" how are you"

just rubbing the nails gulzar comments

"we both are fine"

That goes good and both smiles now.They couldn't help that.
but again he asks
gulzar:how are u
gal:im fine

gal:how are u
gulzar: me too.

For us the whole stuffs value worse.Sure they are saying something from heart.Obviously .He holds her hand.A fine day

DAY10

After the smiling session ,Gulzar fires ,"im having something for u".With her eyebrows she replied.He takes a lunch pack and gives her
"i was in kitchen 4 u".
"hmmmm..good.. but im having mine"she replies
."oh fine, then do one thing ,just give me yours lets exchange rt?" .He solves the problem

DONT ACCEPT EDIBLE FROM STRANGERS.

She is looking at the railway poster and smiles.
He cursors the word strangers
. And asked "im not a stranger rt?"
She was cool and comfortable then.Something flashed.Just opened her palm for him.Hands get locked and both are safe, i mean the hands.It seems.Train moved on.................

DAY11-DAY16

Gulzar searches the face,that made him nervous,soft,and that made him romantic.The search touches the void end.Desperate guy loose the charm and he is now helpless.Ready to do anything,but nothing to do.Even he dont know how the days moved.

DAY17

Disturbed mind stands near the door , looking outside .Train moves fast. He gets a "hi" from the back and for the same he looks back. The heart conqueror is standing near him. Abruptly with out any hesitation he hugs the gal who greeted.It is odd and weird for us .But seeing the one ,who he have been looking for the past days made him forget others-around and everything.He missed her in a big way. The great addition over the scene is now, he kisses her.Unexpected lips' merge doesnt give time for the gal to respond. She gains the mind back and pushes him apart.

Better than them ,people around the scene at the platform enjoy the kiss.
"i was searching you" ,showing him the card she expresses the grieve.The card invites him for a marriage of ROMNIA ANGEL with HARIZ DOMNIC .She moves away ,with tears n blushy face.He says nothing. Fellow passengers are into them,looking at him.When her station comes,he too steps out.

He is just heeling her. What his mind is going through is perfectly unknown.

Gulzar:"are you Romnia?"

with a scratched and dull voice

gal: "ya,im"

I doubt ,that the tears comes from him now seems like blood.

"nice name"Gulzar murmurs

tears only, s(he) leaves .