Stagolife

The Letter

2009-12-26T03:25:00.000-08:00

In God's Name,Most Gracious,Most Merciful...

Dearest brother,
I hope that this letter reaches you in haste as waiting for the reply will take a heavy toll out of my already ruined concentration.Mother keeps saying that I have turned utterly stupid nowadays.I would have to blame myelf for that cause now wouldnt I?

If I hadnt accepted the bundle of letters my Father had got from the aircraft some of “my” people had shot down,If your words wasnt so incessant,so elequent,so beautiful..If only I had held down my on the desire to be heard from somewhere outside the world.If I hadnt written to you on your mailing address...

...If only you had shown contempt on your personal letter being read by a complete stranger.If you had ignored this stupid girl's fantasies from a war trodden country.Had you not build my hopes so much that I began expecting your words even when my letters were never delivered.

So many places it could of gone wrong and yet,here we are holding each others feelings in carved letters exchanged from unbounded time and distance.How can anyone not believe in God,right brother?

Its been months since i went to school,brother.My Father wants me to learn,but is afraid of letting me go because of the threat that a couple of people have voiced. They dont approve of girls getting education.One of the few reason that I had to look foward to the next day, and now they have taken that away from me.

Wish only fate and I had the say in my life,rather than the people responsible for obscuring Gods word.Wish they would go through our religion ,the history, and our heritage to discover how shockingly our perspective in our duty to the Almighty has changed.Wish my religion was broken free from the trait of violence that was forbidden by God to begin with.

Am I too young that am fantasizing or are they too old to for me to comprehend?If its the latter,brother,I don't want to grow.I wish to remain ignorent this way.

...May peace be upon.

Your Sister,

The farmer's son

2009-07-30T06:28:00.000-07:00

(...continued)

No sooner had he left,another shadow made its presence felt in the moonlight.Its shape momentarily went in the direction of the old man,but then paused for sometime,turned and then walked up to the grave.

What the the old man didn't know was that his own flesh and blood was watching over him from the moment he had woken up, thought his stroll and into the night that he was in with his wife...

"Peace be upon you..",the son stopped,the lump in his thought prevented any further words.

The son knelt down and covered both his eyes with his arm.He then took a huge breath filled with grasps of pain and while letting it out,burst out crying.Held it back for such a long time...but now...

"How can I tell him?"He asked,with the tears rolling down his face."I have lost you and now my brother..."

"How can I tell him that the only son he really loved is fighting for his life..?",he muttered,"will his heart be able to stand it...?"

"I am not sad he hates me..mother..",He said wiping his tears,"some wounds run too deep to be healed,I guess.."

"But you know I have heeded to the promise I gave you...before you left us..",He said to the heavens."I have taken care of my family..haven't gambled, haven't drunk,.."

Then he stopped as if realizing saying more would do nothing,than emotionally drain him.

"Even with the operation,they are refusing to give me any hope,saying some severe brain damage",He said,"but I am doing what you would of asked me to do..."

"I need to lend some of the land that you and father toiled all these years..."He proceeded quickly,"but you know I will regain them..mother...you would of believed in me..."

"...but I have to lie to him to do so" He said with shame."the pain of him hating me,is nothing compared to pain of losing him..."

"Like I said to you when I held your hand for the last time.I'll make sure I don't cause him anymore upsets..."He reassured his mother and then stood up slowly.

The farmer's son stood in silence with prayer in his lips and then walked back in a fast pace.He had to get up early in the morning to go to the hospital...to meet his brother...

sarcastically yours

2009-06-10T02:41:00.000-07:00

In the Bus

A fat lady with high heels boards the bus and the first foot she lays on is my toe.She realizes the obstruction and sqweaks,
"oh!!..sorry..dear,that didn't hurt,did it??"

"No..ma'am,Always take local anesthesia for breakfast.."I said 'smiling',"Why don't you try again,on my other toe??"
....................................................................................

A man is behind me and is occasionally taking a doze.I know cause when the bus brakes,I feel a ton striking my back,before he wakes up and apologizes.I quietly live through the whole ordeal,waiting...

When the bus took a sudden halt,I released him to the service of gravity.He crashes on to the floor,tearing a a guys shirt on the way.
....................................................................................

The conductor comes and asks for the ticket.I give him the money.He gets very angry and spits out that he needed change as he had none.

My plea that I didn't have any goes into deaf ears.

"All those who don't have change,kindly get out of the bus..!!"He said fuming,pointing his arm to the door.

I immediately take his outstretched arm,lock it under my arm pit and start leading him out of the bus.

The farmer

2009-05-23T12:24:00.000-07:00

The old man's frail body nor his weak heart deterred his pace in which he was trekking.True,His wife's grave is not somewhere he was unaccustomed to,as he visited her daily.At this dead of the night though,that was not the reason...

The old man stopped suddenly.He had heard something moving behind him and with a tightened grip on his stick,turned a sharply as his age would allow him.

“Dogs”,he said to himself after scanning the area for sometime,straightened his back,groaned a prayer and resumed his walk,occasionally glancing in the opposite direction.

Within a few minutes he was frozen,kneeling on to his third foot and staring at were his beloved was laid to rest.Even nature seemed to understand his feelings as the moon had illuminated the grave and its surroundings.

For a moment he wondered whether it was one of the many reasons she chose this place to be rested,He almost got amused at were his mind was taking him and slowly started picking up his footeps again.But then...she was never an ordinary women...

She had thrown customs and traditions to the wind by grasping his outstreched hand,even when he told her that he was worth nothing than his love and the piece of land that was left to him.How could God ask to be loved above everyone after giving him someone like her.He never could understand that...never...

Together they had toiled and tamed the barren land into feeding them.Her sweat had the same price,if not more,on everything,that was made from nothing...she had also gifted him two children..

His weight on her heart sank even more as he was brushing the dust of her tombstone.

“Our son is planning to sell our land..dear...”,The old man started painfully”He thinks I am an old fool,not knowing what is going on...”

He takes a deep breath and continues...

“I always told you we had only one child,but you wud never hear it,would you,my love?”,He sighed,”..even when he squandered money..gambling..causing mischief....”

Suddenly severe cough seized him and only after a few moments did he get his breath back.

“..the countless times he came home drunk,bringing shame on the family name”,he said with the constrained voice that the cough had left him.”and each time you would shield him from me and my anger...”

“I thought he changed after you left me”,He whispered,”Though your son doesnt dare to drink now,he comes home very late and leaves before I wake up ..”

“..and if by chance we do meet,he avoids me.What good is a son if he cant look his old man in to his eyes?”

“Even your dear daughter-in-law lied lamely when I asked what his husband was upto”,said the old man,”put the poor thing under threat,I'm sure..”

“...I can't also see the few pieces of jewellary she had on her now..”,recollected the old man.”wonder what business he is doing,tearing his fathers heart apart..”

“The only reason God has kept my heart beating is to see our younger son,one last time,dear....”,He said after a pause.”Its been months since I got his letter,though...”

This son had been an contrast to his older brother on all his bad qualities.He had exceeded all expectation that his father had wished in his older son and more.He had been loving,studious,always an edge mature over his age and hard working.

High ambition for himself and his dear ones had made his dream of seeking his fortune abroad,a reality.He had established himself there with a good job and he would be returning home soon,he had said...

“I have plans when he arrives”,The old man lovingly chuckled,”find him a good girl and...”

He was interrupted by a the crunching of leaves and he turned,only to find nothing there.The old man was digrunted at his cheery mood being interrupted and decided to carry with the frown.

“I am waiting for your older son to ask for his piece of inheritance”,He said bitterly,”Let him take everything.I will just request him for our old home,were me and my real son's family will live...”

The old man caressed the soil next to the grave and smiled

“..and this six feet of soil next to u.He can't deny me that.”

The old man after sometime of silence stood up slowly,whispered a prayer for his wife and finally said,

“Good bye...dear...”

and started cautiously,walking back in the direction of his home...

The R.L.S effect

2009-02-28T21:12:00.000-08:00

I was sitting in the bus.It was a small tour and there were only a few of my pals.Everyone was happy about the journey ahead of them.And I remember joking and talking with the rest of the gang.The bus started and I feel the excitement in the air for the journey that would be having and the very next moment I had a complete blackout.

I wake up,immediately from my heavy sleep,completely astonished to find myself in my hostel room!!I frantically I tried to remember what was happened and what was happening but i couldn't recollect anything beyond that point,however hard I tried.

I slowly walk towards the door only to find my fellow hostler standing wearing only a bath towel and said

" Buddy..gimme your slippers..be right back after a shower"

"What happened at the tour?",I fired back at him.

In reply he just stared at me and smiles.

I felt my anger boiling inside me and I repeat the question with more venom.

"You were totally drunk..and had no conscience of what you were doing.."He told me grinning.

After a split second if took for that to reach my brain,I immediately shout at him.

"I didnt drink.!!.I dont drink..."

"Yeah..right..",He said,"you,my friend, was the most drunk of the lot and it was you who was inviting the others to join..."

While I was still refusing to be dragged away from the 'denial phase',he walks of to the bathroom.

"No God ..I didnt.. how come I don't remember anything,surely I would of ..."

"You know what alcohol can cause loss to conscience.."said a voice inside my brain.

"I know..Ive heard..but.. I don't remember drinking..surely i wouldn't of knowingly..."

"Have you ever had alcohol before?

"No...but.."

"Then ..this is probably what it does..creates a large gap in the consciousness " it said signalling an end to the argument.

I stood there in complete horror as the the words had done,its bit in convincing me. My pulse begins to increase slowly and my mind was racing with arguments.I started to pace wildly through the corridors of my hostel searching for some of my other friends to ask them what exactly happened,while there was a battalion of other things ravaging my mind.

"Where the hell were my friends when they should of prevented me,adviced me..??..maybe I did it by mistake!!...Yeah..I wouldn't of done it on purpose ..surely.."

Quite surprisingly,though,that argument didn't do its part of relieving the pain that was in my heart and was making its way to my stomach.The faces of my family and close ones began to flash as I thought in horror what they might think and say,if they found out.I start to feel the pangs of humiliation and sadness fill me to breaking point.

I opened my eyes slowly and immediately turned my head to see my roomie and another friend sipping tea,both watching something on the PC.It took a moment for me to realize that the only reality I had synchronized with the terrible nightmare I had,was my heart that was beating away wildly.

I said a few words in desperation to myself to make sure that I was not in another dream and I scrambled out of bed and lunged on to my laptop.And after taking a deep breath,I started typing what I could remember from the dream before it faded.

It was 5.00pm and I had barely slept for an half of an hour but dream was longer..much..much..longer...

Robert Louis Stevenson wrote The Strange Case of Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde spawned by a nightmare that he saw.Since then I always used to think,instead of taking your imagination for a ride,it would be way cooler to have a story come to you in the form of a dream.

He was apparently woken up by his wife,when there was "cries of horror from Louis" in his sleep.He,though,was apparently indignant on being woken and said
"Why did you wake me? I was dreaming a fine bogey tale.."

I,on the other hand,would of shaken the hands of my waker as I had been viciously gifted,with a nightmare!!

Everyone knows how it works in dreams.You always fall in line with the situation and all arguments against it are dissolved by the power of the circumstance,which is what i have demonstrated in my 'conversation' that takes place place above.

I finally sat down at midnight and started stringing the pulses of the nightmare with the help of the scribbles I had typed and filled it up using a bit of my imagination.

Dreams ok...Nightmares..No WAY!!
:D

Kayyoppu

2009-02-16T04:49:00.000-08:00

They are laying down the last supper before we are sacificed.
Let us not be there to writh and die when the sun rises in the morn.
My love?...Why not our horns take our souls,instead?
Yours with mine and mine with yours?

No ...these words are not my creation but a part I absorbed from a movie.I liked it so much,that for the first time,I approximately translated a the Malayalam piece of poetry into English.And if you want to hear the Malayalam version you have got to watch the movie(sorry..couldnt help it..)

The Movie is Kayyoppu which was released in 2007,but i got to watch it now.I told my friend that I had watched the movie and while waiting for him to inquire more,I was surprised to see him saying with a smile on his face,
".this is the 3rd time your telling me this..."
Thats how much I liked it.
:)

It is very rarely that a movie sticks with you brandishing your thoughts,and the dialogue lingering in your mind.And it usually happens when what you see slightly shakes or falls in line with your thoughts and feelings.Lets just say,It so happened in my case.For instance I found out the nomenclature of the phenomena that I thought ,only I had in severity.."the Writer's block"..

No amount of applause will be deemed too great for the performance that Mammootty has showcased.His voice,dialogue delivery and even his involuntary shaking of his head makes you feel he is living it,rather that dictating a script.

The priceless theme,crisp direction,the sharpness of all other characters and even the sole instrument-less song all added together a perfect cocktail for me.

Of course,tastes differ..but definitely worth a worth a try..

WAR AND LOVE IV (Johanne's)

2009-02-04T07:20:00.000-08:00

Its been almost six months since I have posted my First post of "War and Love",and here I am posting the IVth and final chapter.It has been my most time,mind and heart consuming piece of writing I have ever tried.
If anyone had then said I would make this far and achieve as much as I have,theres no way I would of believed him.Its been a wild journey of self discovery for me and my learning curve took an exponenial turn since then.

I dont need to name those who I need to thank,for they know I am saying it to them,once they read this.These are the people who are responsible for every word that is published in my blog.For it is only when I hear their voice of encouragement,enquiry and enlightment and that I exploit myself,the very reason I find my blog still alive...

SO HERE GOES...

I didnt scream,ok!!...Seriously...It was just a gasp.Tell me,If you hear a some voice calling your name from outside a window when you are trying to sleep,wouldnt you? You know I nearly started towards the wardens room,but then I heard the voice repeating again. I stopped.

"No...It cant be.."I tried to convince myself.

Dont ask me where I got the guts to start walking to my balcony but somehow I did open the door.I heaved a sigh of relief as there was nothing out of the ordinary and I slowly walked to the rail and placing my hands on it.

“Yeah..Rahul ..at this time of........ohhh!!!,I grasped as I saw that stupid Rahul leaning forward and whispering my name into the wardens room.

“What the hell do you think you are doing here????”I whispered and shouted at him at the same time as It was then that I realized that my anger had overtook my fear.He regained his balance and looks at me.
“ohh..Thank God!! .....I thought this was your room??”,He whispered back.

“That...”,I shivered,”is the...”

Immediately I saw Rahul's face brighten as the the light on the wardens room had been turned on.

I violently motioned that idiot to come infront of my room,and when he was within reachable distance I clasp a big portion of his shirt and pull him.He crashed on to the floor and groaned out of pain.I hit my forefinger on my lips a couple of times,asking him to keep quiet.

But despite this he said

“Ahmed..Hes down there....”,pointing towards the ground as he tried to place his back against the wall.Almost instantly I heard a click and the door open on the wardens end of the balcony.

I immediately looked downwards from my balcony to see Ahmed face staring at me from the ground with a fearful face illuminated by the street light..He was quick to understand my hand signals and hid behind a tree nearby.

“ What are you doing in the balcony at this time of night?”The Warden asked from her balcony,first looking at her then scanning the entire area,”and why was there a lot of disturbance??

“ umm...yeah..Ma'am I heard it too”,I said trying to be as convincing as possible,”was actually coming to check it out.”

The warden absent-mindedly clutched the cross at the end of her necklace had a took a long time to have a look around,once more pronounced as brave as her voice could allow her.

“Put your trust in the Lord .and go to sleep dear . there is nothing to fear...”

“Yes Ma'am...I will...”

“Good night then...”,turning around after one last good look.

“Good night”,I replied.

I hear the door closing behind her and the next moment the lights of her room went off.I stood there a couple of minutes trying to regain my focus as my brain had gone numb from the series of events.

I immediately realized that I had some unfinished business so,I walk of from the balcony and stood on the centre of the the room and crossed my arms.

“DID!! it ever occured to you MISTER!! that I am a girl and that this is a girls hostel???”I hissed at him.

He stood up slowly and stood himself on the doorway and he was apparently staring at everywhere except me.I clearly did not understand his intention and before I could try to make sense of it,he had already started talking.

“I came to apologize ...for ...for what happened ...today..”

“Are you drunk?”

“Jaan!!...”,He looked straight at me in his desperation,”Im not drunk...”

“Ok..”,I said,still not changing the hard expression on my face.

”You came all the way upto my room... at this time of night.. to say a sorry?”

“Well....not entirely..”He said trying to smile and said

“alsoa thtike you mooran anygel ino..”He muttered.

“What??”

“That...that...I like you ..more than any other girl ...I know..”He said slowly.

I stood there trying to take in the words he had just said and almost as if he read my mind he started

“..buddy..you mean infinitely more to me.”,He said to me,”all the time I was talking about the other gals was just ....well...coz its fun to see you angry,well until today I guess.."

I stood there starting at him and finally said.“And how do you expect me to react to this?”

“Just give me a signal that... you've forgiven me.",He said,"..atleast you dont hate me...”

And at that moment something happened.Sure,I was freaking angry at him and even though I was trying to to hold on to it,the humour in the situation was too much to take.

Rahul(of all the people!!!) is actualy in my room at midnight,asking me forgiveness and confessing that he liked me more than anyone else.Before I could stop myself I was smiling at him and the next moment I was giggling on to my hands.

“More that enough”,He grinned ,”He went to the balcony waived to get Ahmed attention gave him a thumbs up.

“See you on Monday then..”He whispered as he placed both his legs over the rails

I merely smiled and shook my head in approval.

I see him climb down.Both jumped the wall and after waving at me,placed their arms on each others shoulders and started walking towards the night.

A one that never will be...

2009-01-23T08:24:00.000-08:00

I have sometimes felt our mind as another personality who chides,encourages and begs you in the most trying situation ..the magnitude of the problem may cause multiple personalities to be created and it is the from such encounters from which vital decisions are born...
So I am just bringing out my long found discovery in to my next narration.In my venture I am stating what the mind dictates within brackets and in italics.You'll understand once you start reading it....

The exam had already started and there I was still running to my Examination Hall.

(Great going..buddy..last Universiy Exam and you can't even reach there on time...)

I nearly fall of the door when I grasped for the permission to enter.

(..keeps getting better and better....Its Mr.Mehra!!..that blood sucking ..)

The invigilator frowns at me,looks at his watch and nods me in.
I take my answer sheet and question paper and after quick scan find the only unoccupied seat.I sink into it and takes a huge breath.

(..15 minutes gone..waste any more and...)

Nearly at the same time Mr.Mehra sat on his seat and continued to write our numbers in which we would be signing for our attendance.I,on the other hand,started shaking my collar with one hand and holding the question paper with the other and started scanning it.

I started feeling a lot lighter and almost was like being filled with a tension easing liquid as I reach the end of the question paper.

(ok ..you know the answers to let you scrap through the exam..now get to work...)

I take my pen and with concentration starts to carve out the first answer and after a few moments...

"Everyone take our your hall ticket and place it on the table were I can see it!!!",He said getting up from his seat and walked to the first row for examining.

I put my hands in pockets my pants,then the next and then the shirt and all I managed to retrieve was a partially written paper I had taken notes for one of the previous exams.

(Thats great ...dumbo!!! ...You didnt bring the hall ticket!!)

I try desperately to calm myself as the class was dissolving in front of me.

(You are not wearing the pants that you had the hall ticket in!!!this is the other pair!!)

Mr.Mehra notices my sweating and probably thought that I was getting symptoms from not studying anything.

(Ok...What you going to do now??)

I run my hands over my hair a dozen times in desperation as I pray to God to get me out of this mess.

(Ok..concentrate,Theres no way you can get the hall ticket now,the other option is a written permission,signed by the Head...but its too late!!!The only thing he will tell you to hand over the answer sheet and to leave!!!..unless..)

I take the half written sheet I had discovered while I was searching for the hall ticket,tore out the portion which was clean,folded out the margin and then placing the paper over my answer sheet started to write the permission that would hopefully allow me to complete this exam.

(Quick! quick! quick!...He is just a few meters away!!)

I engraved the signature of our Head in the best form that I could remember.I then place it neatly infront of me and start writing in the most calmest way i could.

After a few moments he comes upto me,lowers his eyebrow to see I have a paper instead of Hallticket.He takes it and guffaws at the condition of the soiled paper.

"Is this the way to present a permission letter"He asks me.

I smile weakly.

(..praying..)

He drops his gaze from my face towards the letter and takes a a lot of time examining the "permission letter" and then snaps at me.

"Whose sign is this??!!"

(Ok...now ...you are dead..!!!!)

"Its the sign of our Head... sir",trying not to shake.

He looks at me suspiciously for sometime and then goes out and calls for the pune to fetch the Head.

(So ...a problem which would of finished in a single supplementary.... is going to get you into more trouble,now..)

Suddenly I find our Head rushing through the door towards Mr.Mehra.

"What seems to be the problem?",He asks politely.

"Sir..have a look at this,Is this signed by you?",replied Mr.Mehra handing him the letter.

The head stares at the letter for sometime and then our eyes met for a few seconds.

(Ok...confess ...now!!.....)

But before I could open my mouth the He had started saying.

"Yes,of course,I was in a bit of a hurry,so wasn't able to master my signature with the perfection I usual give it...",He said handing me the letter,nods at Mr.Mehra and walks of with the same pace he entered.

I stood there still numb from the series of events that had taken place.

(ok...what happened right now???...)

I pick up my pen and continue writing......

PS:There is no such "Head" in any engineering college..

war & love III (rahul's)

2008-12-04T10:13:00.000-08:00

“Very well..I’ll go alone...then...”

Yup..it was me who had said the words and me who walked out or the room,but I had not the faintest idea of how I would accomplish what I said. The only words iterating in my mind was

"..see her... say sorry.."

But somewhere when I was taking the steps down,my pace slowed down and came to a standstill. Little do people know that the the courage and daring people attribute to me is nearly only when my bro was with me. and maybe because of that some part of me strained to hear his footsteps...his voice..if only...he would join me...

"What the hell are you saying..??!!",I snapped myself back to consciousness,and started walking again,"Hasn't he gone through enough trouble for you countless other times??The least you can do is not to include him now in your stupidity...."

I glanced at my watch,It was 10.10,there was no way I could get out of the Hostel at this time of night. Especially with the impression I have made with the Security guy.
At the very moment I see a 1st year junior cross my path with a bottle filled with water.I thought for a moment and whistled out to him. He turned slowly and looked at me in a desperate manner.Confirming his worst fears, I signaled him towards me with a nod of my head.

"Whats your name?"I asked with a harsh voice.

"Bimal Kumar",He told me starting to shiver.

"Hmm..got any ragging yet..?"

,He shakes his head horizontally

"You want to get ragged don't you...?"

,Starts nodding his head vertically,after a small pause.

"Oh you do??!!!"

He quickly changes the direction again.

"Wheres your room?",I asked resisting the temptation to smile.

He points a few meters away.

"Good",I told him,"I want you to make some big commotion,as loud as you can from your room,right now!!..or else I'll strip you down like the day you were born,the next time we meet.."

"Sir...umm...What kind of ...?",He said shaking.

"Whats your engineering rank?",I interrupted.

"213..",He said slightly taken aback.

"..you can figure it out yourself then..",I said,shooing him off with my hand.

I hid behind the water cooler,close to the entrance,watching him trod to his room.And a few minute of silence and suddenly I hear a scream.

"helpp!!!...snakee!!!...snake!!..."

I see the security guard nearly fall of his chair,stand up,pull up his belt and walk swiftly towards the direction of the shout.I take the perfect moment to sprint towards the door and into the night.

"Snake..",I thought,"ingenious..."

After making sure I was from a safe distance away from my hostel.I started slowing my pace and stared at the sky,which was lit up with stars,calm peaceful,Just the contrast to the another battle that was taking place.

Brain:What the hell do you think you are doing?

Mind:following my instinct...

Brain:Could you tell me the reason,why you are willing to do such a unnecessary silly stunt??

Mind:Jaan...she got angry..

Brain:Arre she gets angry every time...how come now its burning you up?

Mind:No..its different..she really lost it...

Brain:How did...

Mind:..saw it in her eyes..she didnt turn back..

Brain:OK..whatever..but cant it wait??till Monday..or atleast tomorrow morning??

Mind:...thats what I thought,but my heart is eating me away each second I wait...

Brain:You are rejecting every argument I make...You do know when that happens??When the mind takes control of the brain??

Mind:yeah..I know...

He was so blinded by what was going on in my head that I was surprised to find myself in front of the gate a lot sooner than I had expected.

Taking a deep breath I scan the hostel and see a couple of lights still turned on and one amongst was Jaan's room.(I remember her waving at us at the first year tour :D).

I came close to the wall and tried to reach it,but no matter how hard I tried I couldnt get the grip on it.

“Need help buddy??”came a voice.

I turned around immediately to see someone familiar standing and musing at me.

"Bro!!!",I ran and knocked the wind out of him with a hug.

“Thanx for coming!!!....”I said,dizzy with happiness,”how did you...?”

“Followed you,saw you speak with the junior,witnessed the “snake” go loose”,He told him shaking his head,”The most insane stunt I've seen from you,”

“ I didnt tell him to shout snake!!”,I exclaimed,”just make some noise,that crackpot..”

“Whatever,you don't know the condition of the hostel right now”

“Anyway Im happy you are with me..”

“Yeah”,he said.”sold my soul to the devil,the day I became your friend”

I laughed at this reaction.

“Shhh!!..”he wispered,”ok..whats the plan?”

“Thats her room”,I said pointing at the room,”shes not asleep yet”

climb upto her balcony and say the words and come back ..simple..”

“She'll scream if..”

“naah ...she wont”

“Of course,who am I to say?”he said seriously,”As you say ..Romeo..”

I grinned and said “I want you to make me a step with your hands”

He holds both his hands and tightens it. I step on it and takes hold of the top and climbs,and sits on it carefully balancing myself. Then helps Ahmed to his side. And we both help each other down on the other side,careful to make minimal noise.

I look at Ahmed's face,I couldn't really make out his expression in the darkness,but if he was scared,he was doing well to hide it.I signaled that I would be climbing the pipe just below jaans room.He gives a nod.

I take the hold of the steel pipe and with his help starts climbing and precariously stand on the sunshade.I see that the door to the balcony is close and the windows sealed with curtains.

I then called her name in the loudest wisper possible.In response I hear a loud scream which I would recognize anywhere,anytime.I nearly fell of the shade....

War & love II (Ahmed's)

2008-11-19T02:49:00.000-08:00

Not long after I wrote 'War and Love",a buddy of mine enquired about the rest of the story(which,I promise,had never crossed my mind).But his query made me realize that i had not done justice to the story.So I started work again!!!

And just so it doesnt end into another 'Mahabharata',I'm breaking the story into smaller posts,which I am hoping to finish,as time permits me to.

Hope you like it...and yeah...give me feedback...( keeps my engine running :D)

“You two..”,I said as Rahul dragged me in Johannes direction.

Even though we both sprinted towards her direction, we were left grasping half way on her way to her hostel.

“She should …seriously try …for the next Olympics..”Rahul spat between in his grasps, then turned towards me and asked, “bro … did I overdo it?”

“Yeah …” I said taking a deep breath, “even by your standards that was …a bit harsh...”

"As if i care...",he blurted out

I smiled and said nothing.I know him long enough to know when he "didnt give a damn" and this moment was clearly not one of them.I decided to burn him up.

"You owe her an apology..bro"

“Tomorrow then”, He reacted, trying hard to look as though he didn’t care too much.(But he had to perform even better to convince me though…)

“You mean Monday…” I reminded him, as the day was Friday.

Rahul reacted by kicking a stone in his path,as we slowly started retracing our steps.

On reaching our Hostel, Rahul slammed open the door of our room, removed his shirt, threw to one side and sat on his bed with his back against the wall, legs withdrawn and dejected gaze locked on to the floor.

If ever, Rahul was sorry for something, He never did show it on his face. So seeing him remove his mask, I confess, was a feast to my eyes. But when he didn’t change his stature even after a few minutes I decided that something had to be done,

“Come on!!..bro…How about a game??” I said, juggling the football on my foot.

He didn’t reply, but rather continued staring at his toes.I thought of calling him again, but then decided against it. A few moments with himself and He’ll be alright,(or so I thought).

After a while though, I had finished the game, had a bath, and ate, while my roomy had barely moved and inch. Just when I thought of reviving him with something, He jumps up from his bed.

“I will see her…. ”,He started

“Sure..thats a good…”,I said starting to smile.

“..now”, He completed his sentence, “care to join me?”

“What??..now??!!” I whispered,then showed him my watch,”buddy its 10.00 ”

He starts grinning at me.I tried again

“Buddy...Let it be Monday you sit with her and say sorry to her, all day long..”.

“Once I do this, she’ll have to accept my sorry”, He told me.

“Sure”,I said sarcastically,”barging into a girls hostel at the dead of the night..perfect way to say sorry..”

“You coming or not?”,He said signaling an end to the argument.

“No..I’m not..”,I said before I could stop myself.

“Very well..I’ll go alone...then...” He got up, put his shirt back on. and walked outside before I could say another word.

The Agoraphobe

2008-10-10T12:29:00.000-07:00

"..condition where the sufferer becomes anxious in environments that are unfamiliar or where he or she perceives that they have little control."says Wikipedia.

The following narration is 100% fictional.A bit too sarcastical but if I do manage to twitch the readers lips to the direction of a smile,I count it as a gallion in my Gringotts vault .

I offered my hand to my 'Army man' uncle.He looks at me,smiles,clutches my hand,hurls me to his arms.and the next moment,I feel myself entangled in a bear hug.
While he was strangling me,I tried to scream out

"I ..can't ..breath"

My uncle answers,"Love you too..son!!..love you too!!..."

Just when I was almost sure I heard my bones crack,he released me,throws me to a side,and starts staring at me.

"Skin and bones! ..skin and bones!....You look like someone has been torturing you.."

"Yeah ..very true..",I said slightly messaging my chest

"Dont you get anything to eat at ur hostel.??"

"Yeah I do...as a matter of ...ughhh!!!"

I had been violently punched on the back.When I turn myself violently to return the favor.I find one of my distant relatives standing there with a stupid grin on his mouth.

"How long..?!. man?..How long since we met??"

I smiled weakly asking,"..umm...very long??",really wishing we had never.

"You bet a long time!!!" and finished the sentence of with another pounding.

"Touch me once more and I'll kill you" was the words playing in my tongue,and just when I was about to spit it out

"Where my darling..!!!??",came a shrill voice and before I could defend myself my aunt had got hold of both my cheeks and started rocking me to and fro..

Finally when she sees my tears of pain,she lets go and gets sentimental

"Ohh...look at him sobbing out of happiness"

"Yeah..."I sniffed,wiped my eyes and trying desperately not to cry.

I then proceeded to move my tongue inside my mouth to see the extend of my injury.

By then,of course getting out of there alive had become my sole mission.I,excusing to answer natures call,started to run away from my mad relatives.Though my escape was delayed by one of my cousins who had the good will of planting a blow on my stomach.(saying,".. finally!!!.. studying for medicine..rascal..!!!"),I managed to sneak past.

Victoriously I crawled out of the mob,almost with the same ecstasy of Andy Dufresne when he escaped from Shawshank prison.

Took me a week to recover from the injuries,though..
:(

The Handyman

2008-09-26T20:57:00.000-07:00

'A man who does odd jobs or various small tasks' the definition given by Dictionary.com...The word seemed to point to me in may cases...
I have always find my hands aching to remove the screws of anything which adorn it ..with an eye to fix it,of course.Whether it is a Toy car or a Radio or even a TV.The ratio of success is not so good a parameter to refer,though....

The following narration is 99% my story... :D

I pulled the tape of the meter once (u know the coil-kind which automatically winds itself after use....)and released.Only half went inside,the rest remainded dangling and had to push the rest into it.I Overturned it and discovered there was only one screw on it.

Momentarily I take an evil smile,but it vanishes immediately when my Fathers words flashes through the mind.."Try to fix anything...and Ill break the bones of the hand that did it!!!"..yeah .. can be humourous,untill the guy gets serious..

Arree...!!!!the thing prbly lost its spring action due to friction.I'll just remove it,put some lubricating oil i use for my bicycle and stitch it up.What could possibly go wrong??

So I take my best friend (the screwdriver)..and hold it for sometime..(ahh ..the power of just clutching it!).Then start loosening the solitary screw.I slowly remove the half of the device along with the screw and find myself starting at a coil of rusted iron packed inside it.

Without much thought I slowly tried to pick one among the circular coils...BIG MISTAKE!!...seemed like the other coils didnt like it.I was thrown on to the floor and on opening my eyes,I find a area of my room covered with seemigly meters long of coils.

Genuinely wondering whether it all came from inside that tiny space, I slowly close the door(the AC works better that way..)

The next series of events was to find a way to reverse what had happened,but seemed like the coils enjoyed the freedom too much to be shrunk again.Finally it led to the inevitable course of action.I slowly dragged the coils under the bed(which was getting congested lately....)

The next day Father enquires,"Did u see the measuring tape??"

I place a finger on my forehead( careful to hide the scars I made from battling the coils)and after wasting 10 seconds in "deep thought" gives a reply

"No Idea ..."

The Hosteler

2008-08-08T05:11:00.000-07:00

Hostel life is made to be special.Whether It is the fights,the pranks,pains,gains...The mixing of different stereotypes always promises something explosive.Never will one experience shortage of moments.

For my next funny narration I will dictate something which is the peculiarity of any hostel,but to bring out the humour,I am slightly increasing the tempo..(you know me...sarcasm is my kinda thing..)

The protagonist mentioned below is actually an amalgamation of many personalities....(including me! :D)

This guy,wakes up in the morning,armed with his toothbrush,wanders into the corridor.Enters a familiar room and taking a familiar tooth past tube from its familiar resting place and draws a uniform length of paste along his toothbrush.

He then targets the next room,nabs a pair of slippers when the poor owner is still fast asleep,goes to the next,staggers at first for the soap,but his sheer determination makes his search successful.

On entry to another room he ensures the coast is clear,he manages to squeeze the last drops of hair oil that is left.

Finally requesting a friend for his bathing towel and spreading the fragrant Hair oil over his head,He is off to take a refreshing bath with a whistle in his mouth...

When I dictated this joke for a feedback,what I get is sympathy from a good friend of mine,pitying the person living in BPL (Below Poverty Line).
Which,(..hhahahah!!!!..haha!!...ahhem!!...hem!...)I have to confess,turned out to be rather amusing than the narration itself,and for that I query,I proclaim...
"No... "We" are not at all under financial stress or strain,buddy... just one of the packaged moments you get while living under the same roof......"

...A Friend ... Fellowships..

2008-08-04T10:30:00.000-07:00

Friendship Day,usually passes unnoticed for me for sometime now,but this year the occasion,or rather the day after,was something of a revelation.....
I sat with a good friend of mine in class and usual,casual chat paved the way for a peek for me into his passion.His idea and degree of knowledge regarding politics & economy(together with my complete ignorance) left me spell bound and asking for more.
At the end,when asked what was his goal in life,he replied with words implying...
"Whatever the journey,the destination is politics"
After the session,I thought,here was a guy who had is cemented vision,who of same class,same hostel,few rooms away and I didn't know,never bothered ...(blame my prejudiced nature).
And I couldn't help but ponder,if this was one person,What about the others I failed to get in touch with?? Imagine the mysteries to be unlocked,the oceans to be voyaged and the a life to be read.!!
So,amigos!!..If you find me coming to you with no intuition,u know the reason.....

War & Love

2008-07-31T11:49:00.002-07:00

The following narration is my best attempt yet.I have to confess,by the time it was finished I was famished,both mentally and emotionally(might just take a break..!!!) It also gave me an insight on what powers a writer holds,to string together countless words with varying degree of emotions,incidents and depth and to breath life into a Novel or an Epic,while here I am finding myself struggling with a single passage. I have put some effort into this(literally 'my heart and soul'),I have to say.Please share your opinions if you feel Its worth your time..........
Let me add that no character I include in this posting bear any resemblence to anyone,at any point of time.

However horrible one may find his life to be,God will almost always managed to find a way to ease the burden on us and one thing he put on top of the list is the moments with Friends.To remember,laugh and to cherish.Let me start unfolding one such Drama by introducing the performers....

Joanne
A devout Christian,always there for anyone..One who enjoys her studies as it goes,If she could atleast try to be pretty she would exceed her own expectation,but her glasses with thick frames,undone hair,absence of any form of make up was her identity.Joannes coagulation with the art of engineering made her ability to grasp and enjoy humour limited,but her trademark quality was her ability to forget and forgive.

Rahul
One of my close friend and one of the funniest guys alive,with an inborn ability to tease a person to insanity.Not a day passes without me finding him regret his decision of taking engineering as his way of life,and this reflected in his every action.Noone had ever seen his face tensed at any moment of time,but he still managed to just scrape through all exams.He considers himself to be slightly lower than Shah Rukh Khan in aura,that he had no difficulty in finding or making new friends.Constantly on the look out for his perfect lady.

Ahmed
A guy stuck in between his above friends in many qualities.Ahmed valued his friends,above all valuables,he firmly believed in cherishing the existing relations than making countless new ones.Ahmed was the first on the scene to solve a problem and is a good listner.
He followed his religion without question.He had a shoulder that anyone could lay on head on for any situation that a person can encounter,happiness or turmoil.

Turned out the trio met at the Electronics circuit Lab,which was always animated in one way or another.....

Time:9:30

Scene:Electronics Circuits Lab

Ahmed had written the experiment from Joanne and Rahul wrote from Ahmed seconds before the start of the lab( no surprises...)and then they entered the Lab donning our lab coats.

Ahmed and Rahul noticed a necklace around Joanne's neck,which was first time they had seen her wear a piece of jewelery.Ahmed complemented her "pretty necklace" while they approached they work area. She smiles for a moment,only to see it vanish immediately on Rahul's immediate comment,

"Naah...someone tried to strangle her with that,but couldnt succeed,so got stuck there I think ...ufffff!!!!!!"

Rahul had his wind knocked out of him as Joanne had pushed between us by shoving on his stomach with her elbow and by coming in the middle and separating them, .She then started arranging the workplace.

Ahmed and Rahul had become accustomed to this,she would do the whole experiment herself in a flash and then make Ahmed and even Rahul do the task.Today started of with no difference.She ran of to collect the components,comes back,then bents over towards the breadboard(small piece rectangular plastic with holes used to fix the electronics components to make a circuit)

Rahul,slowly messaging his stomach,starts staring around at the charts stuck on the walls and then,after some wandering,locks his gaze upon
were he had intended it and whispers,
"Wow...shes looks stunning today...."

"Started...",groaned Joanne,then indistinguishably murmuring something.

Ahmed and she knew who it was he was talking about.He had fallen in "love" with one of the gals of our class.I think the only reason he comes to lab was for the sole purpose of seeing her.

"Really.. buddy...",Ahmed teased,"You constantly remind us that,Tell me if you have anything else you have to reveal.."

"Naah..."he replied,"shes done something to her hair"

"Right...",Joanne blurted out,before Ahmed could intervene Rahul had said..

"Jealousy...Jaan ...jealousy...(He had long before christened her jaan explaining he had no time to call her "Joaanne").Tell you what...start looking like her,And u might be lucky to find me staring at you!!...imagine that!!!",He said in a mock excitement.

"No need..."said Joanne ,with a dignified voice,"I am happy,without wierdos staring at me..."

Rahul grinned at Ahmed apparently happy with the answer,and countered,
"Don't worry..Jaan...keep you hair that way..and the only staring,you'll be getting is from beggers,on how you sneaked their hairstyle!"

"Say one more word and I'll stick this probe up ur nose"
She said waving the sharp instrument threateningly with her eyes still focused on the breadboard.

"Violence!!..",He said dramatically,"is never an answer to any problem....Jaan.."
Ahmed ,sensing blood,quickly barged in by changing the topic,
"So..so..Why dont you say that you like her then??"

"Hmm...yeh..",He said distracted,"are u crazy baba.....arre kahaan
wooo.....!!"(looks at the ceiling)...aur kahan mein!!"(now pointing at
the floor) ...she'll propably think It's one of my jokes..bad..bad
idea!!.."

Ahmed smiled and asked Joanne "Jaan ..why don't u try to introduce him.Shes
ur friend right???..."

"Sorry...buddy ",said Joanne,still not raising her head and concentrating on were to plug the diode she had in her hand,"got many things to do
than that of a broker to him"

Rahul then starts imitated her voice in a baby slang,"got many things... than a broker ...naa!..naa!.naa!"

Joanne didn't reply but started preparing to supply the circuit with voltage and seeing her satisfied expression on her face apparently was successful in the experiment.Finally pointing at the CRO she said to Ahmed that the figure projected on the screen was what they were expecting.

She then started explaining about everything from the basics ,of course,Rahul gaze was fixed at his "sweetheart" all the time.
Joanne finally warned Ahmed,
"Never ever allow this circuit to be shorted,Its nearly impossible actually that I doubt even he!!..(throws an ugly look at Rahul(whose gaze
hasnt shifted a centimeter))..could get it wrong."
I shook my head in understanding,while Joanne took a text book and digged herself into it apparently preparing for the next experiment.

Ahmed managed to dragged Rahul into conscience,who was still not in a mood to listen but turned to his side anyway and starts telling him everything he had gathered and I started planting the components on the board.

After a while they realized they ran short of wires.
"I'll be back.."Ahmed told him,"..see if u can complete it"

Just as Ahmed was returning with the handful of wires,he finds Rahul bent over the breadboard,and was starting to ask, "Any success with ......"

He couldnt complete his sentence as it was interrupted by a loud explosion from one of the instruments in front of him,and moments later smoke started oozing from it. Rahul slowly removes the wire he had inserted(which caused the calamity) on the breadboard as though trying to reverse just what had happened.The sound of a book falling down turns everyones attention towards Joanne,whose face white with horror. Despite the situation Ahmed remarked with a smile
"Looks like he hit the jackpot..jaan.."

After an hour they they found themselves out of the lab, THe Instructor said with heated breath that,they together would be paying the price of the burnt function generator.Joanne made no attempt to speak,Rahul was his usual self as if the otherwise responsible for the mess.Ahmed was frankly rather amused at the whole incident,but maintained a serious face till the end of the pounding.
Once outside Joanne started viciously searching for her shoes,even managing to find and kick Rahul's chappels out of the way and then She ran
off without a word.
Ahmed immediately looks at Rahul with the expression,
"Please say sorry to her..."
Rahul winks at him started to increase his pace towards her direction,Ahmed by his side. When they managed to reach her,as she was storming towards our class. Ahmed he said from her behind,what Ah had expected of him
"jaan ..im sorry......." but the next words made Ahmed come to a halt.
"....but i think we should sell your necklace to pay for that generator thingy..."

The next series of events was spontaneous.Joanne stops into a standstill,turns around in a instant,takes a huge breath,stretches her hand as far as she could,leans forward and closes her eyes.
The following vocals that happened was actually a blur.Joanne screamed out at him at the top of her voice,swearing him with words that Ahmed didn't know existed,some of the things he did make out was that,she was here to study,and that she wouldn't bear a single rupee for the damages and that he could go to hell.
After she was apparently satisfied,she pulls her dangling hair over her ears and stamps off.
I looked at Rahul to see he was shocked too.Then immediately shaking his head back to consciousness He said to the onlookers who had came
rushing on hearing the commotion. "She proposed to me...."Rahul said,then outstretching his hands,as though totally helpless,
"I said ...NO!!.."
Then grabbing hold of Ahmed's neck, started dragging him way from the crowd in her direction whispering in his ears "Lets find her and say we love her..."
Ahmed shook his head saying "you two..."

Loving it.....!!!

2008-07-24T16:02:00.000-07:00

The last few days have been memorable,I was able to pen down a few of my thoughts into Narrations...Maybe succeeded in making a few people smile,I hope.
By the way,
"Do you know what a blogger needs most??".
GOD???
hmm..yeah..of course...we need God in everything...but "What is the basic need of a blogger??"
..Yeah...really funny,smartypants!!..I'm sure every blogger is getting food,cloth and shelter...
I meant,"What drives a blogger..???"
Ok thats enough!!!! Ill say it myself.
I-N-S-P-I-R-A-T-I-O-N is the word my friend..
The very fuel of a blogger,which makes us pause and think,before each word "Someones actually going to read What I write" and drives us to rejuvenate our thoughts and our words.

So you might be guessing that I received my share,and you are right,which is the reason these words are in front of u.And which is why I found myself retrieving information from two of my blogger friends(one of whose blog bowled me over...)And which is why I was searching for hours for a perfect template for my week year old blog.

Finally I would like to thank those who took their time to read my letters,words and sentences..
I hope to keep my blogging spirits alive....always.....

Powerpuff girl??

2008-07-23T02:31:00.000-07:00

For my next "funny bone".....

Time:9:30
Scene:Mechanical Workshop
The first Lab of our Mechanical Engg. course,I was listening to the instructors words.Pointing at the blackboard he explained what "fitting" was all about.We would be given a rough iron piece and we were to shape into the said dimensions and finally polish all faces,which was,of course,the dumbest thing I have ever heard in my life.But with no alternative,I placed the piece in the workbench and tightened it,nearly losing my finger in the process!!

Then at the instant I started sucking my hurt finger,I heard a giggle.I turned to the direction of the sound to see this girl examining her iron piece.She was actually one of the only 2 girls there,whom I had no interest to talk to.I was almost sure she was gazing at me from the corner of her eyes.I scoffed loudly to let her know I heard her insulting me.And I then enjoyed thinking how a girl like her was going to suffer doing such a humongous task.

After marking he portion to be relieved of,I tightened the rest,with care and then then with the chisel started filing with all my strength.And after a few minutes of sweating,looked at the piece and found that I had barely made any progress from my marked target!!Angry at myself started the daunting task again,Doing each of dimensions piece without satisfied with either.

Then I hear the instructor saying,"Thats really good....A perfect fitting,I have to say...Do the polishing with this perfection and I'll give u full marks"

Then the girl,who ridiculed me,comes dancing with the iron piece in front of me,with a small tune in her mouth.She looked at me and smiled.

"Don't panic..everythings ok....." I tried to calm myself(coz torture was better than being beaten by a girl).Suddenly I discovered the problem,"shes got a better chisel...yeah!!!..Of course...makes sense...!!!"

And at the perfect moment when she stooped down to pick her fallen pencil,I quickly exchanged our chisel.And quickly started filing away so as to create no suspicion of my crime.

She started with my chisel as if nothing happened.I made sure I was making,the loudest noise with my filing,than anyone else in the room,while the the girl(who now has become my mortal enemy) was quite the contrast,only a low rumble was what i could make out

After the 3 hours was over we where to submit out iron pieces.While the Instructor was examining mine said"What is this???..looks like a miniature form of the piece i gave u..you just managed to shrink it...and polishing is imperfect.U get only 4 marks out of 10"

And next my foe gives her iron piece and gets the remark."Nice .....10 out of 10 as promised"
My mind was full of words that,if printed,would be ..!@#^%$!!......^&^!!, that i didn't hear what all the others scores where.

I started walking towards the door along with others feeling dejected.

"That was fun..!"I heard her say,"I wonder what they going to teach us next week!!,cant wait.."

I immediately said to the friend next to me "Someday I'm gonna hit that girl!!"

He replied grinning,"Naah...its not good for the reputation to be killed by a girl,the speed in which she did that....uffff!!!..unbelievable, and What were u doing with your piece?..Trying to grind it to iron powder???"

I gave him a good shove and slightly sobbing started walking swiftly to my home,messaging my aching bruises.

The Computer Engineer

2008-07-21T02:35:00.000-07:00

I hope the reader has enjoyed the previous joke I wrote.With all the bylaws of the previous narration obeyed i invite u to read my next one.

One sunny day,I was enjoying my vacations,lying lazily in my bed.When suddenly I hear my Uncle Sam calling me.Knowing my Uncle's temper only too well,i rushed downstairs and upon seeing me said "Yeah...come with me.I told my friend Rick that you are a Computer Engineer and told him we will repair their system"

I momentarily wondered who this "We" were.Suddenly realized it could only mean me as my Uncle didnt know the a,b,c,d of a computer!!!My jaw dropped soon after,but i collected myself quickly and reasoned "Probably small problem,just dust the motherboard and RAM and everything will be ok....hopefully...".So i followed him .

When i was stunned as they were all waiting for me and quickly ushered into the "Computer Room" as they called it.I stood there in amusement to see the CPU with either Metal flaps removed,with the components thick with dust.

I looked around to find myself being stared at by Kids,who,seemed to me were expecting
me to take my magic wand and tap on the CPU with a spell.

I teared myself away and asked "Who removed the metal cover?"

"Yeah"came the answer from my Sam's Pal,"We tried to repair it Ourselves"

I hid my laugh into a well crafted cough and asked "Any luck?"

They shook their heads matter-of-factly.

I cleared the table and asked for a screw driver which was given immediately.I removed some of the components and while doing so found a toy car stuck between the processor fans.

I asked "Whose this?"

For a reply i hear a yelp,followed by "thats mine"

and a boy came forward extending his arm.I gave it saying"Of all the places in this house.You stick it in here?"He smiled sheepishly and ran back to the crowd

Finally i reassembled the components after removing the vast amount of dust in it.
and then with all pessimism i could muster.Pushed the power button.
No surprises....Did'nt work.
I announced,"Somethings wrong inside"

"Ok" said my Sam,"what do u need to fix it?"

"I can't" I confessed,"you ll have to send it to a Computer shop."

My Uncle was shocked,as were others."You cant fix a computer?Then what kind of a computer engineer are u?What have u been studying?"

My mind flooded with subjects that i "learned"...ALC,DSA,DSP,PPL,CS,ET,ECT...to name a few,and couldnt help but smile.

(To understand the irony,imagine teaching a guy about electrons and neutrons and asking him to repair a radio!!")
With the smile intact,I lied weakly,"thats being taught in the last semester.."

My Uncle didn't say anything.Obviously his pride had been hurt,for he expected me to perform miracles,parallel to what Moses did to the red sea!!!

I gave the hosts the name and address of a good computer shop and after a while reached home,were finally I heaved a huge sigh of relief!!

I am here for your bone.....your "funny bone!!".

2008-07-20T08:05:00.001-07:00

Like I hinted,I will now(and propably later) will post incidents with the sole purpose of making the reader laugh or smile at the least.
The joke I state may be true maybe so sarcastically twisted.Maybe fact,maybe fiction,but with no intention of hurting anyone,living or dead.
And even though in the style of narration,it may not necessarily be "me" who is narrating,just another character.
With the above points noted I start off...

A guy of our class.
Believes himself to be a outstanding comedian.
So one day he target a poor group(including me)to unleash his latest wit.He starts narrating with a smile on his face,gradually he starts grinning as he continues.

The next scene is he is laughing so hard with one hand on his stomach and the other on a bench for balance.We had long forgotten what the joke was about,though,and started looking at each others in amusement mixed with confusion.

Then our mocking turned into concern as this guy wasn't stopping and he started rolling on the floor.After a while,he started grasping for breath and another guy went to fetch water and arrived in a jiffy.We managed to drag him to a seat and shoved the glass into his hands.Finally getting back to his senses and sipping the water he looked at us asking earnestly

"You didnt like it?"

We all said,some wiping their forehead "yeah... reaaally funnny!!!"

All the World's a Stage??

2008-07-20T03:59:00.000-07:00

If you go out on to the streets and start questioning people,
"Who do you think was responsible for the attack of 9/11?"
The answer would be sudden and crisp,all ideas pointing towards the same source
"Muslim Terrorists","Bin Laden","Jihadis".Believe me I too had the same notion for years till recently my perspective was violently shook by a Documentary I saw.What i saw was so disbelieving yet made the perfect of senses,which,by the way,in my mind being tied to the middle of a "tug of war".
The name of the documentary was ZEITGEIST and was a collection of 3 sub title documentaries.

1)The Greatest Story Ever Told

2)All the World's a Stage

3)Don't Mind the Men Behind the Curtain

I must confess I had skipped the 1st part for my curiousity took ahead of me.
It was with the 2nd (the how?)and the 3rd part(the why?) that the roller coaster ride started.

The documentary in the end makes me feel how helpless we are,while the entire world is manipulated and soiled by the hands of a very few minorities.

I welcome you to see the video,and reach a conclusoin,as any more dictation from my side may upset the balance of your reasoning which I don't wish to be a part of.

The 2nd and 3rd part can be viewed from different chunks(4 to 7) in daily motion.
The video can be viewed HERE