ROUTE TO THE CANAL

Root - Route Canal.... I'm not sure if most of you are familiar with this painful word... But i'm sure ons lucky lass to get acquainted with this very fortunate treatment way back in my class XII... Oh!! indeed lucky right?? Well, let me go ahead with that wonderful experience of mine...

Class XII, the most important year.. Turning point in one's life.. Indeed what a turning point in my tooth's life.. Turn, tossed & drilled around... Of course moulding required.. Not for me but for my tooth...

Now coming back to my poor, damaged tooth which needed a new shield... Why the shield was required??? Way back in class VI, my neighbour had opened the window on my face, when I was peering to see the new born baby in their house.. So, owing my shield tribute to her.....So here I was, much to my discomfort seated in front of my dentist with my mum beside me... Gosh !! How I hated being there... All those wierd instruments tossing & turning in my poor mouth which had to be open like a crocodile's mouth....Jeezzz.... People feel I have a big mouth, but my dentist agrees to disagree....Anyways, there I was half sleeping & opening my mouth to the utmost.... Elasticity test, trying to be successful...

After a long & horrendous half hour, my dentist's verdict was out... My tooth needed a R.C... I was wondering what on earth did this new acronym mean... With a little bit of racking, I figured it out... The most dreaded dental treatment of all times - ROOT CANAL urf R.C....Now I was in with great luck....

There started on with my treatment... Seemed endless...The awful drilling... Poor tooth.. The painful injections... Man, I almost touched the doors to HELL but was back because of its crowd....

Back to my amazing expedition... After all those horrid instruments poking my tooth, actually poor tooth, here I was thanking my mentor for her great deed.....

The most horrible part was yet to come... They place this horrible , awful, detesful thing in your mouth filled with a semi-solid green stuff... Oh God!!! Actually you find it difficult to breath also... That darned thing is used to take your teeth measurements....Man, where is TECHNOLOGY now?? Not applicable to the DENTAL INDUSTRY is it???

Then after the R.C is done, you realise, all that is left out is a wee-bit of your tooth/teeth reminants... For old times sake....Loveaduck!!! A brand new shining cap is fitted, making all the other teeth overflow with green jealousy.....Poor set... This brand new one, OUTSTANDING, by all means brims with happiness for a short while... Then its back to being in sync with the rest STANDING OUT.....After all that torture, finally, I had my new too tooth....

Not enough to experience this, I had 2 more done in my Engineering days......Those experiences were not the Fresher ones... So not required....

I stop at a cap now.... Caps are not required....

CLOUD OUTBURST

An evening to remember for life.....

24th Sept. 2009.... Now what is so special about this date.. My posting will give u a better picture about it.. THE BIG PICTURE!!!!

As usual I left office at 6 in the evening with my colleague... Got into a majestic bus & reached by 6:30 ....Wow nothin great at all...I just got into another bus and it started drizzling.. Drizzling only right... Now who on earth knew that this drizzle would not be a drizzle in a few minutes time...

I sat in the bus and plugged in my i - pod.... By then it had started a little more to pour.....I closed the window.... The bus started but never bothered moving an inch.... I took out a book to read but realised the light is so blinding that I didn't want to risk my eyes.. ( There was hardly any light in the bus... pun intended there.....)

I dozed off for a few splendid minutes... Opened my eyes to see I have hardly moved a few inches....I am still in majestic itself.... Now what the hell was happening.... By then the rain had started pouring away.... In a few minutes, the water would be seeping in.... Well, that is exactly the comfort of public transport.... Rain, won't go in vain...

I pulled a packet of something I had and ate that also... But still the bus was not even crawling a few cms....I again dozed off...After another few moments I opened ny eyes to see in a totally different route... Now panic is not in my blood.... I just poked this lass next to me and confirmed I'm in the right bus.... By then it was almost an hour and a half in the bus and I had not even covered quarter of my journey... It seemed endless today... I was beginning to get restles....

Obviously right??? Who wants to travel endlessly that too on a local tour which takes place everyday.....

By then my friends & parents had pressed on their panic buttons which indicates Me, and had frantically called me loads of times....I had patiently repeated the same place even after a long time.....

Now it was alreay 8:30 and God knows how long I was going to take before I reach home... I had reached lalbagh by then... N Oh My God!!!!!! It looked like a mega pool.... Flood looked too near now.....I was really agitated by now, but there was nothing much I could do...Just sat and waited....

Al last I reached Ashoka Pillar by 9:oo.... A solid three hours in the awful rain and pathetic bus.....

From ther reached home by 9:45 P:M.....

One helluva of a journey it was.....

BUNKIN' BUMPKINS

Bunking classes.... To some students, its the strangest thing... something like an UFO.. What the hell does that mean??? I was one among them... Known for my cent percent attendance throughout my life in school & colleges....Let me tell you more about it...

So bunking classes in my school was a taboo... A big No - No.....I mean it could never happen....We were unknown of this word called "BUNK"....Finished my schooling and was pondering whether I should do my 11th & 12th or P.U.C.... My first option, obviously was +2.... But luck was elsewhere and I got the first taste of college life....

College, the coolest place to hang out... Fun, excitement, masti, dhamaal... UNLIMITED....

Its cool in college to bunk classes.. BUNK, becomes a very hip word and in the literal sense its HAPPENING.....Happening everywhere in the campus... A new buzz word with the new kids on the block...

Me, as I told you earlier, known for my cent percent attendance.. I used to get awards for that... Ok, a little extra bragging about my self, but its a done thing...Once in a while, chalta hai types....

Now I have never bunked a class in college too... My best friend and I were discussing this once..... I was telling her that I have never bunked a class and I want to see what bunking a class felt like actaully.....I had heard lots about this new fad in college and wanted to experience it myself....Here goes my mind blowing experience......

Saturdays, in my first year, we used to have only Hindi classes... Unlike school wherein my first language was by default English, here it was Hindi.... Two sections combined together would have Hindi classes... Sanskrit & Kannada were in demand obviously.....

So, one particular saturday , after a lot of internal debating, I decided I would bunk a Hindi class.. Yes, that is right.. ONE HINDI CLASS OF AN HOUR..... Now, for me that itself needing so much of debating....I told this great news to my best friend.... She looked at me, like I had lost my marbles... BUNKING and Me...Chanceless.. She gave me that i - know-you - too - well- to- bunk - a - class look... I told her we would... She was more than happy... We went to the canteen at 10:30 a:m to have breafast and decided we wouldn;t attend the 11:00 a:m to 12:oo noon class...

So we went and sat in the canteen... Man, I was jumping with my joy... Obviously, my first ever BUNK... I was in seventh heaven....It was 11:oo a:m and I saw guys tricking away to class.... I was happy.. My heart was beating away like it was on its last trip or something....After ten minutes had passed, I saw a couple of girls from my class come into the canteen... I was baffled... Why were they out of class too??? Curiosity to the core...Even these girls... Nothing new...

I walked upto them and asked if there was no class... Guess what I got to know...

My HINDI Prof has bunked college himself that day.. He was on leave...The VERY SAME DAY I HAD VENTURED OUT ON MY FIRST BUNK EVER.....WHY, WHY , WHY,,, WHY had he chosen the same day...I was utterly disappointed....To the core I must say... It meant so much to me to bunk a class, but guess it was never meant to happen.....

I knew I would never even try bunking after such a disastrous maiden venture......

What a way to BUNK a class???? Way to go gurl.....

P.S: I was never meant to bunk a class.....

CONFIDENCE UNLIMITED

This is another own experience of mine.. Man, I really have loads to fill my blog.....

I was in my XI Std. I'm sure you will all agree as to how it feels to be out of school and step into a brand new world called "COLLEGE"....The very word college for a X Std student brings in the following to look forward too,

a. FREEDOM FROM UNIFORM ( If its someone like me, then 3 different uniforms..)

b. No restrictions

c. BUNKING CLASSES

d. LINCENSE to a license

e. Brand new wardrobe

f. Pocket money

What not.. The list will be endless and I would have meandered away like a tiny bubbling brook...

Now coming back to my college life... Like everyone I was on cloud nine to step into this brilliant world.. I had a whole lot of friends but stuck close to one girl. She was my best friend....

I was from an all girls convent and entering into this strange world of mixed breeds was a little wierd in the beginning....There were a couple of them with whom we used to chat a little...

The fun in college is endless if you know how to enjoy...It differs from one individual to another....

There was this big time announcement in college... The most awaited of all times... ETHNIC DAY... A delight to all the girls and a feast to all the guys...I was excited too.... Only for the reason that I had draped a saree only once before in my fifteen years of life----SCHOOL GRADUATION CEREMONY.....This would be the second time....I was super excited... Now this excitement was cemented with a whole stack of problems... My mind started revolving like a turbulent sea....I was so lost in thinking that I didn't realise the dates had been changed already in a few minutes... Luckily our seniors announced again... This process of you schdeule - we reschedule between seniors and super seniors went on.. I kept a count till the dates changed four times, after that I lost pateince... Then it was confirmed that the coming saturday would be ETHNIC DAY..

What a relief... All the girls started deciding and you know the typical girly conversation went on and on and on....

Saturday - D Day arrived... I had thought of a simple voilet silk saree to drape... ( Cotton's pastrel shades were still afresh...) I got ready with lots of butterflies in my stomach...

Finally, I reached college.. Our college gate will be swarming with all the drones waiting for their bees and would be bees... And this day being SAREE DAY, I was a little baffled... The crwod seemed lesser than usual... Further down the corridor I realise nobody is wearing a SAREE..... Now what is happening... Which college have I entered.. Gates were correct... But why weren't they in a saree...

Look at my self confidence, I happily walked to my class, still sighted none in saree... This must be some kind of a bad joke... A real bad one... Anyways, I walked into class.... My class bustling with noise all the time seemed very serene.... I walked into class and there was pin drop silence...

All of thems tood up to wish GOOD MORNING MAA'M... By then, they realised its Me... Each one looking at me queerly.. I mean very obvious right... Me out of all the people walk into class that too draped in a saree... What a shock they were in for...

I pulled my best pal aside and asked her what was the matter... She told me that it had got cancelled last evening again...I was like dumbstruck out of embarrasment... But my friends very sweetly walked me down and accopanied me home to change... A sweet gesture that indeed was....

I decided never to drape a saree again in my 11th.....

P.S: I guess I didn't stick to it.. Confirmed it and draped it the next time....

What a laugh I have till date when I think of my adventures in college... Indeed hilarious....

YOU ARE NO WHERE!!!!

This blog of mine, will be the first of its kinds...... Yes, an unique post fro me.. Why?? It will be the first ever book review I will be posting...Not that it is my first ever book read or something.. (My previous blog on books will suffice....)

This was one those rare Indian author's book I had picked up sometime last week...
YOU ARE HERE is the name of that WONDER... Ful book I read... Now what was this author thinking when she wrote this book, NO - ONE knows I guess....I'm sure even she doesn't... Lame ain't the word to describe it....

This book revolves around the life of a girl called ARSHI....Well, this girl has all the so - called GOOD OLE HABITS under the sun...She works as a P.R in a firm and lives with her flat mate TAPSY, who is actually trying hard to study something....

This ARSHI does whatever is a TABOO in the INDIAN FAMILIES... Anyways, this lass is an excessive drinker... I guess water is replaceable, whoever says it is becoming scarce...
God knows what the author has described ARSHI's life in the book to be... All she does is party, party, and more party.. YEH DIL MAANGE PARTY HAR WAQT, BEY - WAQT types...Then he goes club hopping, pub hopping, keeps falling in and out of love of lust whatever, smokes like a chimney, boozes till she get sloshed out... Gets laid a whole lot of times...More of it which I wouldn’t want to post in my blog at least.......Now, this is LIFE....Lady wake up, What ever were you thinking of messing your own life to his great extent.. Not cool at all....Sometime she goes clubbing with another bimbo who snorts and peacefully pukes to wake up days later in a hospital.... This bimbo has hots for a guy, who can't care less for her... Arshi runs around in vain behind KABIR, her new found love interest....But no point.. Tries hard and finally manages to get her feet off the ground too.....

Then there is wedding hungama of a gurl called DEEKSHA, arshi's school mate... Getting married to a Canadian guy called JEAN - LUC....

In the end, mum wins as Arshi decides to go to U.S.A to do her M.S and her flat mate moves back to Meerut, but she makes up her mind to get her feet off the ground with her guy, FARHAN before anything else happens.....What a noble deed right??? You bet, one life, lead it this way..

Now tell me if this book has anywhere to go!!!! Keep pondering.. Grey cells need to rigorously work out at times!!!

P.S: Avoidable book.....Take a turn and go back....

NO - SENSE

THREE - Now what all comes into a mind when you think of it... A mere number which has a value when prefixed with zero...Now tell me who the hell would think of this number as a title to a movie....Yes, movie, which I happened to watch some freaky weekend... And we had traversed half of Bangalore to go watch it.. I mean desperate times, deperate measures...

Anyways, to our utter shock, we realised there were only THREE COUPLES WATCHING THREE... And our gang.. Man hardly 8 0r 9 people in the theatre... What an absolutely amazing feeling... It indeed is... I mean you feel so good ....I guess once in a while people should watch crap in almost empty theatres......

Now without much ado, let me continue about the movie I watched, theatre later.....

THREE, as the name suggests involves THREE people....Man, what were they thinking when they wrote this movie... Its just not sold...FREE, FREE, FREE.. also goes unheard.....Yes that is right... UNHEARD...

Three people, trying to kill each other.. Awesome plot...The leading lady and her beau live in a splendid bungalow types abroad... Then decide to rent it out to a bachelor.. Then this guy backmails the lady and tries to kill her.. She realised its her beau's plan to croak her and there she gets smart..Eventually kills her hubby... And then she runs up home while he is disposing off the body, informs the police that someone has killed him, and hurts her self like hell... Bangs her head to the wall and keeps the receiver dangling down...The cops arrest the blackmailer and off he goes to cool his heels...

This chik behaves as if nothin has ever happened and starts with her violin teaching again..

This cop comes to her and tells her she knows that the murder has taken place at a different timing and not the one informed..

Well what do you think should happen??

Killer is left scot - free to continue violin classes & the proof is torn

AWESOME movie....I loved it...THREE....I guess brain dead moment, this story was written...

THREE NEVER EVER......

D' ART UNKNOWN

The topic seems a little abstract right??? Well, may be....But read on to know more and clarify it too...

Tringggggggggggggggggg......Bleeeppppppppppppppppppppppp........Thadaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa....

I mean what not....These are some of the hideous ring tones I get to listen to...Oh My GOd!!!!! Did I just say hideous.... Understatement..... They are awful, detestable, loathsome.....

Technology is indeed a boon... At times a bane....Cell Phones!!!!! Buzz word from the last 5 - 6 years but gaining high level market in the last 2 - 3 years.... Every Tom, Dick & Harry possess one... And the tones their phone rings in , is grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.....Nerve racking.....Especially, Hello,,, Hello,,,, And then a few more crappy words come out.. I mean for crying out loud, a Hello at the top of your voice even before you call..... Man, utter nuisance... ( A few turkeys in my office too, have this MIND BLOWING ring tone...)

Anyways, boon or bane discussion later on.. Let me stop meandering like a lost brook......

My phone as a rule is never in the loud mode from the day I have come to possess this awesome little pocket sized, at times nuisance.... Never ever....I just hate it... So what if my phone is silent, unfortunately the phone possesser isn't... So there goes!!!!!

When I get a call, OH MY GOD!!!!!! My voice can never ever be low.. You guys got it right... I am not one of those SOFT SPOKEN GURLS at all.. Either ways, very true..... But it is not meant to be deciphered that I scream to the top of my voice... Irrespective of knowing the Decibel level.....

I try hard to whisper, but either that other person is so tuned to my voice that they won't understand...or I land up going back to my own pitch....Old habits die hard types... Right???

Now what actually this entire preamble is leading to is a very nice incident I came across just last evening....

I got into my second bus well within 6:30 P:M yesterday, one of those really lucky times.....I was busy reading a book... There is this lass who gets into the bus 3 mins later... She sits next to me... I saw she had plugged in her ear phone... Well, what is so umcommon... (Now let me tell you one more thing about cell phones... MUSIC, by default a major bless... Unless its not for public entertainment....But there will be a few who love to entertain the rest...SOCIAL SERVICE TO THE MANKIND... MAN.. KIND.. Now the MAN part is comprehended, but KIND... UNKIND at times.....)...

Now, this girl sat and I went back to reading my book...After sometime I got a call, spoke and hung up.. Now let's not discuss the pitch....Then I just turned to see the girl next to me... PHEW!!!!!! I would have died out a major cardiac arrest.. Yes, you got it write, no more blogs, motivations, entertainment from me.. What a loss.....Well, to my utter astonishment, I realise that this girl has been yanking on the phone from the time she has got into the bus....My GOD!!!! And the best part is I, sitting right next to her haven't got a single word to listen too.. Yes, not even an alphabet....

I was so stunned that I am pondering even now as to how a few poeple are blessed with this wonderful talent of 'SPEAKING SOFTLY', which I so far am UNKNOWN OF....

Hats off to this girl... If I ever meet again, I will for sure post a blog on the tips of SPEAKING SOFTLY... Now not related to SOFT SKILLS at all...

Watch out this space till then folks!!!!!

MOTIVE.... NATION......

NOW, NOW, NOW.....MOTIVATION, typically H.R terminology....Well, I still go on with it...





Motivation is a big push in life... It is needed at so many levels in an individual.... Don't you think so....Or is there someone who agrees to disagree... ( If so, go take a hike..)


Coming back, every small thing needs a lillte bit of that extra push at times, either an external force or an internal drive that emerges strongly that the gates flood open...


Now was that too much....Wasn't it??? ( What bro???? Wadya say???)....





Lets take the dreaded Class X Board Exams... Now who says motivation is not required to take you through a good grade.....Right???





Or say Class XII exams.....That great MOTIVATION may lead one to the IIT's...Most prestigious colleges.....





Well, I should say I am pretty good at motivating people...





Let me proudly justify my above statement..





Just three days back, my best friend, who got married last year, came to me... Of course, she has too....We stuck from the last ten years.....Now let me tell you further..





She has one helluva of a time in a day... Trying hard to balance both professional as well as personal fronts... ( I am sure, she will strike a cordial balance soon....)





She used to cook earlier, waking up at 4 in the morning...Pack and leave to work...





These days she is finding hard to do that... So that poor girl is having food at work.. Well, cant't eat put daily right??? I mean I cant' at all...





So she pings me and asked me what to do... Me being Me... Went on to give her all the advice possible...





Imagine the mind blowing results... This lass has started waking up early again in the morning and started cookin and packing in time......





So what more do I say???? My Motivation WORKS.... Right Gurl???

Gurl... I'm sure your reward is on the way.....Go girl go.....





P.S: Sharp motivating skills .....Motivating is done absolutely free of cost!!!!!!

JUST A SMILE AWAY

AS IT IS SAID, " A SMILE CAN PUT ALL THINGS STRAIGHT".....or " A smile confuses an approaching frown".....

Anyways let me spin my tale on a SMILE....

Each day, as I've mentioned in my earlier blog, I try hard to leave home at 8:30 a:m.... Yes, you got it right, try hard.....

Anyways I leave home at about 8:30 a:m, hurriedly rushing towards the stop to catch a bus... ( At times, I'll be lucky if I don get a Volvo.....Obviously saves me the cost apart from my bus pass cost, OVERHEADS saved....)

I usually will be reading my bro's msgs which he would have left loads for me to read and MISS him more...:) or I will be listening to music....or Messaging of course!!! ( How could I miss that essential part of my life.....)

After a walk a few seconds from my house, I see this girl walking in the opposite direction towards me... She has the usual way of walking, with her hands folded. come rain, sunshine etc, this girl never wears a Cardigan.. Never ever....I call this girl my INDICATOR!!!!!

Yes Indicator, because when I see her I know I'm early... And I secretlt praise myself( Well done babe!!!!) Yeah, yeah , yeah , for those of you smirking, it ain't a great achievement, but for me it is.......

This Indicator , as I said earlier, walks in the opposite direction. Initially, we used to just see each other and pass off... Nothing more, nothing less.....As the days passed, I guess my face kinda got familiar to her.... Then she used to see me and I used to see her, and pass on....

Nowadays, yes nowadays, it is so happening that we both smile at each other when we pass....SMILE , yes a smile...Doesn't cost anything you see.....Let's see when we talk to each other....

It actually feels nice to get a warm smile from an unknwon acquaintance on your way to work.....

Way to go my Indicator!!!!!!

As of now this is my SMILING PAL who is 'Just smile away'!!!!!! ( And according to my Bro, Just A Smile Away, becomes Just a Mile Away!!!!)......

ALL IN AN EVENING

PART III

MY CONCLUDING PART...WILL KEEP IT SIMPLE & SWEET & SHORT..

6:05 p:m : Rushing towards the bus stop, tugging my Ramya along... Wishing we get an empty bus to sit and go..

6:10 p:m : Shit, that bus was so damn empty, why the hell didn't that guy stop... God, we have wait now.. Usual ramblings.....

6:15 p:m : The sight of an empty bus is like an Oasis in the Desert.....

6:30 p:m : Chuggs along to reach majestic...Man what an unwelcoming sight....Ghastly...

6:42 p:m : Standing and cribbing away to glory... Obviously no bus...

7:45 p:m : Finally reach the destination from where my mum picks me up//

7:50 p:m : See my book guy is there, if yes, pick up a few books and reach back home...

Rest I need not go on.. Not required to know everything..

That is it for now....

ALL IN AN AFTERNOON

NOW FOR THOSE OF YOU WHO WONT FOLLOW THIS BLOG, GO TAKE A HIKE...

PART - II
ALL IN THE AFTERNOON

Let me continue from where I stopped....

9: 45 a:m : Awesome.. I made it.. That is the feeling I get when I reach office....

9:50 a:m : Busy checking mails.. Yes you bet, mails... ( GMAILS)....

10: oo a:m: What is the hurry man?? Anyways I have to check, loads of mails will be awaiting in my Inobx...

Let me skip the rest... Goes on in work....

1:30 p:m : I' m so famished... Lunch time..

2:00 p:m : Back to work..

Then goes on...

6:00 p:m : Me out of office..

That is it for now...

Until next time...

ALL IN A MORNING

ALL IN A DAY is heard, but ALL IN A MORNING.....It will come out in three parts...

PART - I --> YES, IT'S MY MORNINGS.....

THIS IS HOW I START MY DAY....READ ON...

7:30 a:m : Oh Shit!!! Oh Shit!!! Its already 7:30...God not again.. I'm late.......Each day i decide to wake up at 7:00 but Me being Me....I rush down stairs...

8:00 a:m : Running around the whole house, telling my mum that I am late..

Usual scenario....My mum will agree for sure...

8:20 a:m : Trying to stuff something into my mouth or my mum shoving it down my throat... Eventually I manage to gobble up something...

8:32 a:m : I try hard to scoot from home to the bus stop...... I manage 9 out of 10 times.....the other time it gets 8:35 a:m......

8:38 a:m : God!! Please let that darned VOLVO be there, I can't go standing else... Please , please, please... Praying hard on my way as I have no time at home.....:)

Effective utilization of time on the road you see... I'm sure you'll agree, " WALK WHEN YOU TALK, TALK WHEN YOU WALK"....same application in my case, minus the phone....

8:40 a:m : If the RED VOLVO is standing, nothing pleases me more in this world... Man , I made it.. I beam as if I have won the OSCAR.... May be some day I will.....:)

Hop in and sit in my usual place... Open a book and start......

8:45 a:m : WOW!!! The bus starts.....What a joutney.. No one dancing on my head, no one stamping my foot, tugging my hair or clothes... It feels I'm on cloud nine...

9:25 a:m : Shit man!! Shit.. Haven't reached majestic yet!! What the hell, even after paying this guy is slow ...What fate!!!

9:30 a:m : Oh man at last I see the familiar sight, buses choc o block... All honking in vain.....Me first, me first... But alas, the wait besets....

9:31 a:m : Finally I hop down... Well it doesnt end here... I run again to catch another freaking bus....

This scenario may not be new, but this is how it works for me each morning....

Until next time, keep waiting for the rest.....

SILENCE AT TIMES

THIS BY FAR IS THE MOST UNBELIEVABLE!!!! GOTTA BELIEVE IT THOUGH....

"SILENCE" - The very GOLDEN word was alien to me till a little while ago.. My friends and brother for sure will agree on this.. My mouth never shuts as long as I am awake.. Thank God, I do not talk in my sleep, else my poor jaws would go take a hike by now....

Anyways, the inference is that I am a very talkative person... then why SILENCE.. The most dreaded word in my dictionary....I must admit I am a poor listener.. I have to talk, very rarely do I allow my opponents to talk... Battle won always...

But these days, yes these days I am learning to be SILENT... Can you beat it???? No ways!!! Oh MA GOD... ( My pals will have a cardiac arrest or their brains will sleep...) Yes, I'm learning a new art these days, " THE ART OF BEING SILENT"---- FOR ATLEAST A WHILE....

I somehow keep my mouth shut in office and do not talk much.. Actually feels good.. I always knew that SILENCE and ME are poles apart, but I was mistaken... Highly mistaken...

I can also remain silent if I wish too....

Man, ain't i glad to discover this new potential in Me...I need an award if there is any...( Well, the silent ones will for sure get mad at me...)

Anyways what I wanted to say is that even I can be silent.

P.S: Feeling is very good at times, as it avoids all the unwanted talks. Lets see how long it lasts...

A DIFFERENCE

This blog of mine may seem different, but I'm sure it won't go unread....

6'o clock each evening I leave office, hoping against hopes that I needn't have to travel via Majectic. (I'm sure all BMTC commuters would agree with me and understand the pain of travelling in a bus firstly & secondly via majectic...). Each day no different at all.. I leave office, catch two buses to reach home via the dreaded majestic.. ( My pals who call me at 6 to give me company, will know the real essence of ma cribbings...)

So, here I was three days back leaving office again at 6 in the evening. At least then I manage barely to reach home by 8:45... Phew!!! what a journey... Courtesy: Traffic Jams....for making it so simple.... Anyways, I rushed out of office and my pace increased to reach the bus stop... I caught a bus to majestic... Reached the wonderful place at about 6:30 P:M. I was tierd to the core.. Exhausted completely... I had to wait for sometime before I got my next bus.. Wow!! I mean what luck... Travelling via majestic is by itself a lovely plum cake and if you need to wait there then its the best cream topping on the CAKE... Most of the days I manage to top off the cream, but this day was one of those lucky days when the cream didn't want to bear the idea of separation from the cake..So they united, AT MY COST!!!! How marvellous!!!

Well, that is my idea of travellin via majestic & waiting there for the next change...

Before I digress any further, let me verily continue what the intent of this blog was....

I finally managed to get into the next bus at 7:00 P;M. The most pleasurable half hour wait...

Then comes the actual part of eating the cake, getting into the bus.. Its very simple.. you see it depicts "SURVIVAL OF THE FITTEST"!!!! Apt for me at the moment.. I used all my strength and got into the bus and landed myself witha seat to sit.. I am good at it..

The bus started after fifteen more minutes.. Oh it was the best feeling in the world...

Moving bus, window seat... what more a luxury to devour the cake....A cherry on top, or chocolate sauce when you get a seat...That completes my cake...(Let that watery topping not drip on ma blog, for those cake lovers....:) )

Here I was loving the fact that I managed a seat snd was lookin out of the window..

What do you think I should see? ( Hold those imaginations right away... I don't want those wild horses galloping in the race....)

Our bus was just about leaving majestic. I turned to see a VOLVO next to our bus. In that bus I se this two couples. So what!!! Read on....

This girl is happily sleeping on the guy's shoulder, blissfully ignorant about the cake or the cream or the cherry theory!!! She is sleeping away to glory and that poor guy's hand was her pillow... And the same case with the couple in front of them ...

Some poeple have all the luck in the world!!!! And here I am bragging about my evening adventures......

Need I say more.....

DARK BLUE MOON DAY

AS DARK AS THE BLUE MOON DAY,

DIVERSIFIED PATH WITH NO WAY,

LONGING TO SEE A RAY OF HOPE,

GROOPING ALONG TRYING TO COPE,

WHERE TO GO, WHERE NOT TO GO!!

AS DARK AS THE BLUE MOON DAY,

HOPING TO SEE A THIN LINE OF RAY,

THE SHOOTING , PIERCING PAIN,

TRYING TO OVERPOWER IN VAIN,

WHETHER TO FORGET OR NOT!!!

AS DARK AS THE BLUE MOON DAY,

TRIUMPHANT WE STAND TOGETHER,

WITHIN US THE ELEXIR OF LIFE FOREVER,

TO LAST TODAY, TOMORROW & TIMES TO COME,

FOR THIS IS OUR HOME!!!

ESSENCE OF FRIENDS

A Friend in need is a freind indeed!!! I don't know how apt this quote may be????

Friends they say are an essential part of life... They'll be through ya thick and thin... Well is it???

I'm not too sure... May be for some lucky ones....

Soemtimes its nice to stay without friends....You will know youself really well...Mind you, only at times...

Well, I found my bestest freind recently.....Guess....I found it in my brother....

He was there all along and I was hunting crazily for a true pal...

Thank God!!!! He heard it faster than me and dropped a 6 feet 2 inches in my life....

But no complaints... Im more than happy....He was nearer than expected....

This bro of mine, I can goto him anytime and I can pour my heart out to him...

Thanks for being a part of my life...

P.S.: I am sure you will read it.. Just want to say THANKS BROEY....