Teacher...

It’s an arts and science college, far away from the Chennai city where no much crowd expected in the road but in college, well not quite in classrooms.   Prasana joined M.Sc Mathematics in that college after clearing all his back-lacks of his under graduation, after his under graduation.  First day in M.Sc Mathematics in such remote college did created no interest in Prasana with respect to studies as he cannot create it himself even in higher grade colleges too.  Week later Prasana gathered few matching friends.  They roamed around the college, visited classrooms, sometimes visited their own class room sessions too and whenever they were sitting in the classroom session there would be some problems always by the professors; in the black board and in class room by our Prasana.  

Once a chewed bubble gum flew from the back bench and got stuck in the hairs of the lady professor who was in middle of lecture.  She took the bubble gum from her hair with a paper and dropped it in the basket but didn’t react much. “I don’t eat chewed one, because it’s a bad habit also contagious, so give me a new one if you have” said the professor and turned to black board to continue her lecture.  In another few seconds a new bubble gum flew hitting her back.  Prasana smiled at her when she turned.  Professor bent down and picked the bubble gum, smiled and paused for a minute.  Entire classroom was in shock, students never saw her tensed or annoyed but what has happened was very serious.

“Childish behavior, but don’t be too childish we have restrooms in our college” said the professor, entire class broke into laugh except Prasana.  Ladies are cleaver, we know or at least I experienced and lady professors should be cleverest.  For quite a long time after the bubble gum incident Prasana was not found in her sessions but once Prasana was found sitting her session.  When she saw him she asked him to sit in the first bench and she started her lecture this time she has no work with black board so she was explaining something looking at the students.  Professor stopped her lecture in 5 minutes she started, making students to wonder why.  Reason, she found Prasana had an eye on her long necklace in fact not on the necklace.  “Prasana, wouldn’t this necklace suite your mother?” asked the professor.  Prasana stood looked around and left the class and his friends followed him in seconds.  She continued her class once he left and pretended as if nothing has happened.

Professors are half psychologists up to me, they could find out what their students think when they are around them.  Also could guess what students reads in their mind in the class when they where inside.  We call them as ladders that lift us high in life for no personal or financial reason and stay where they are.

It was a students strike to change the bad canteen in the college, group of activist started breaking the glasses and canteen materials.  Strike became very big and when the same lady professor came down from her department to talk to the students, Prasana got a chance to throw a stone at her and she was rushed to hospital.  Prasana continued to encourage his friends breaking lab equipments, computer monitors, class room benches et cetera.

Prasana became big problem to the entire college as he became older and older to the campus.  All-collage staffs met the principal to take some control action on Prasana and his friends to stop their stunts inside college.  Mohan has joined the day when all staffs met the principal so he was made to sit among them and made listen to the problems they spoke.  Mohan was ten years old as a professor in Mathematics and worked in two different colleges before joining this college.  After the meeting was over Mohan spoke to the principal saying he can talk to those problematic students.

Very next day of his joining he arranged for a meeting with all those problematic students in college conference hall.  Prasana had no interest in that meeting alike his friends.  They listened to Mohan very carefully carefree to let Mohan know they are less bothered about him, still Mohan tried convincing the problematic’s, but he failed.  The same day in the evening Prasana and his friends waited for Mohan to reach the near by railway station.  They cornered Mohan immediately when he reached railway station.  Prasana looked into Mohan’s eye and next moment he slapped Mohan continuously for a minute.  “I should not see you any more in the college” screamed Prasana at Mohan and left the station. Next day after the railway station attack, Mohan came very late to college discussed about the incident happened in the railway station with the principal.  Principal felt sorry for him and offered him to quite and added that he could arrange for position in a different college he know but Mohan refused and told him that he want to stay their and will make his stay good also refused any police compliant offered by the principal.

Mohan went to his seat; no other professors were in seat.  Mohan called his office assistant and told him to call Prasana to his seat.  Office assistant searched for Prasana in canteen, lawn and parking but finally found him in classroom and conveyed the message.  Prasana went to Mohan stood carelessly.  Mohan told him that he would be resigning from the college soon and paused.  Prasana didn’t react.  Mohan stood walked around Prasana talking about life, his past experience and students he met in his experience.  Prasana was totally carefree about Mohan’s speech.  Mohan suddenly stopped walking around him and called the securities.  Prasana wondered what was happening! He had no idea why securities were called.  Two securities came running.  Mohan told the securities to check him thoroughly since he found the smell of brown sugar/kanja from Prasana.   Securities checked him and found a tiny packet bundle which was white in color from his back pocket.  Mohan opened the packet and smelled it and screamed “brown sugar, call the police immediately let this guy be in jail for 14 years”.  Prasana was stunned and frozen in fear, started crying “sir, no sir, I don’t know how it came it to my pocket.  I don’t use brown sugar and all, please sir show mercy on me, sorry for beating you sir”.   Mohan didn’t show him any mercy and shouted to call police.  “I wouldn’t do any mischievous here after sir please sir” cried Prasana catching Mohan’s legs.  “Ok, get up I should not get any mischievous news about you in college and anywhere where your presence is their” said Mohan.  Prasana accepted for the agreement, wiped his tears and walked back to his class room.   After that day Prasana and his friends became no problem to the college. 

Principal got to know that Prasana and friends were no more a problem after he Mohan met Prasana personally.  Principal called Mohan to his office

“did he really carried brown sugar?” asked Principal,

 “No sir” replied Mohan

“But what was that packet with white powder, How it came into his pocket?” wondered Principal

“It’s my Ponds powder which I brought from my home sir” said Mohan in very low voice “and please don’t share this with anybody” continued Mohan making principal to laugh loudly.

Words not spoken…

He waited for her to come; it’s a food-court good in length but sucked in breadth.  She came, crossed him like a breeze and sat in a chair along with her two friends.  He wants to talk to her for the first time and also the last time.  So far he didn't get a chance to talk to her even for once as she is always accompanied by somebody or some bloody.  Hard to find a girl like her, may be she is not a dream girl kind but she is something special for him.  He walked towards her even that was the first time he walked towards her as most of the times she walks away from him.  He was not sure whether she knows that she occupied him, doesn't needs worry as that was going to be the last few words to her.

               Men look tough but internally not, it may be wrong with few but he like to be tough because he’s week enough internally.  Each step towards her rolled his memory back.  The first site, when he accidentally sat in the same table for lunch with her, that’s the day made his walk towards her.  Very normal attire, smoothie voice, noiseless smile, zero gravity on peoples surrounding, cautious on somebody staring at her, simply; angel in disguise that’s she.   He was never impressed by somebody in first site but she finally broke that record also got stuck in his chord even after his turn-around time. 

Though his walk was very slow but his brain pressed rewind button to reach its fastest.  The day when food-court hunters are very low and he sat in opposite direction to her table for a coffee. She was playing with the water bottle on the table childishly, deeply interested in some gossips with her friends and suddenly turned to him to see, he starring at her for quite sometime.  She has a habit of playing with her gold chain in her neck it with her lip and that’s the scene he looks out for, cutting the gold with rose buds. 

Moment when lift opened she was standing outside the lift, awestruck our guy.  No words to exchange, no question to ask, in next few seconds lift started closing.  He ruffled to find a way to stop the door closing but his brain was somewhere else out of his reach, either she didn’t come in or he went out.  As the lift went down his heart beats went up and his soul stayed still in the same floor where he saw her.  Chance missed but the eyes spoke to her “this moment made me numb”.  When eyes speak vocal chord shifts place, OMG that’s love.

Valentines Day; when he is expecting her in at least in white but she turned his day dusky with dusky attire.  He was not sure whether she knows what that represents her on Valentines Day.  Still she looked angle in disguise to him.  Love is crazy.

When you’re in love everything looks special, world looks happy along with you, makes you dance as if you are the only one in this world in love.  It was a day when everybody around was enjoying the day with chill breeze in sea shore and dusky lights joined the time to make it romantic.   His eyes searched her always though she was out of his sight only once in few minutes.  She walked in a neat path away from him after quite long steps she turned back to look at him, he is not sure whether she tried looking at him or she was looking for him.  The very next day in the same food-court when they met, she looked at his eyes for five seconds which made him frozen.  He forgets to remember that he came to take food and ended up messing his lunch pouring sweet in rice.

He almost reached her, his heart beats rose to its high giving mild pain in his chest, legs went out of sync.  “I’m goanna miss you, before that I want to talk to you.  I don’t have something to impress you also I am not goanna impress you.  Many a moments you swept me off completely, made me stumble for hours together with your few seconds of your saccades on me.  Miss you.  Best of life’s” he recollected what he planned to talk.

He reached her, stood exactly feet before her chair.  Immediately she stood from her chair in shock, she tumbled and sat back in her chair.  She looked his eyes, also he. 

He lost all his energy as if he ran miles without breathing and kneel-downed before her as he cannot stand that was a complete surrender.  His breathes troubled him, he closed his eyes, his mind said “you are goanna miss her, you are goanna miss her, you are goanna miss her”, tears dropped from his eyes closed. He bent downed and buried his face in her lap.  That’s the moment, he felt relieved from all pains of life, complete relief from external world.  He cried, cried and cried to dissolve all his love he had had in his heart.  She touched his head, softness of her lap and her touch gave him courage to die then and their.  Hundred percentage relaxation, hundred percentage sadness mixed to form a cumulative percentage of feel, love! That was a bloody Mathematics.  She leaned on his head, what else could give a man life time happiness.   What is world without women and life without such moments!  Oops, they didn’t realize it a food-court, everybody was in shock around them.  She was the first one to realize that there was many pair of eyes to watch the pair of approximation.  She withdrew back from him, stood from the chair, without looking at him she started walking towards the door and went out.  He forced himself to get out of what has happened for few seconds.  He stood wiping his eyes walked towards the wash basin to wash his face, words not spoken were still not spoken and will stay still…..

I closed tap and came back to bed, clock ticked 01:30 AM midnight I wiped the water with my bed sheet and lay downed to get back to sleep….

Letter to an Angel

Age; when my saccades took wing like buffer fly and I felt like flying in the sky, my angel! you grabbed my hand, took me high to show the virtual me.

When I was deep in my dreamland we flew down to earth, dived in to the sea. You showed me colors of the fish on our way and colorful fishes by the way.  Few big fishes which looked dangerous, appeared ridiculous, but couldn’t with stand before your wand and the strength in me given by your holding hand.  Felt life is joy, angel my angel only I enjoy.

Angel, what have you don’t to me!

 Deeper and deeper into the sea, view which no one could see. I forgot who I am and why I I’m. It was too chill in water, angel with me, so it doesn’t matter.

Err

Enough in word gym, I really forgot that I don’t know to swim. Deep inside the sea pressure rose, deeper! it’s worse.

I shouted in dark deep sea that I couldn’t handle this much pressure built from all direction I know and directions which I don’t even wanted to be known, but angel, you could not hear as only angels could speak in ocean.  Now it was like being in hell, still angel, you looked Angel’. 

Before I exhaust you felt I lost all my energy for living.  You had thrown me from deep sea to hot shore, made me sulk “life is no more”.

You know after which it’s others chance to hold my hand now.  

Life rotten me in hot sun, dropped me in oil boiling and made me swim.  Everything were in mess, screwed all my happiness. Going got tough and tough got going.  I have nothing left to spare in life, except life.  Lost all my hope cannot even imagine to cope. 

Angel, what have you done to me?

Days were under pressure, pressure and pressure.  

Know what? Now I learnt how to swim, how to handle pressure, how to earn treasure.  Coped back, stepped into a new life after learning what I had was just a part and not entire life.

I know everything is just a matter of memories and living cells which hold all the traumas.  If I lose all those there is nothing called sorrows.  But who is willing to lose all the memories, at least never I.   Angel, everybody should have seen you in life few manage to manage you, many manage to live with you and few like me get sucked.

Oh! Angel, you left all the memories wet in my eyes, you’re still an angel.  I owe, please don’t dare to come before me in rest of my life, though my human pals named you “Love”.

Funny World!

Few day-to-day incidents which get stuck in our hippocampus really make us laugh when we retrieve.  Here are few of, from my hippocampus.

It was an usual off-time for train towards Chennai Central suburban station, two stations before suburban terminal train stopped for a long time, generally it use to because of the traffic created by the container lorries in the railway gate. Very close to the railway gate there is a mobile service shop. A stranger entered the shop and gave his mobile for service. The shop keeper asked him whether he need to get the train which is in station waiting for the gate to be closed, the stranger replied yes.

“O! Then go fast I might take 5 to 10 min to repair this” said the shop keeper.

“No problem” replied the stranger.

“No man, you have to go, any time gate might get closed and train will go”

“Please don’t worry, I can manage. Make it fast”

“If you are ready to catch the next train, I will make this ready for you”

“No no. You do it fast”

“Hey, train will start once this traffic is cleared”

“Come on! I can start the train only after traffic is cleared” Said the Stranger.

OMG! My bulb took few seconds to glow to identify the stranger and can’t stop laughing listening to this incident from my fellow passenger. This is how our railways make comedy with us in our route.

Recently I hired an auto to Chennai Central station from my office. Auto stopped in a nearby petrol bunk which took 15 min of time to fill petrol since it was a day immediately after Indian oil industries got their appraisals. We both started talking about IPL matches and became close.  After 15 min we started and continued our discussion on Indian economy he doesn’t even know what it is; alike me. He narrated me an incident which he met with. 

Once my Auto-driver friend was asked by a north Indian passenger to get him dropped in Ramachandra Hospital from Chennai Central station, for which he told him it’s around 30-32kms so it will cost Rs. 600.

“Even the call taxis’ fare the same, what difference it makes!” said the passenger from North India.

“Ok! I offer you 30 min of free waiting time, which call taxi will not do” my auto driver friend said.

The passenger was not convinced, he moved out of the auto a few inches off and suddenly

“Hey! You cheat” screamed the passenger

“What” my friend replied surprised.

“it’s just 16kms from here, look at this” shouted the passenger showing his mobile phone in which he browsed in Google map to find the distance from Chennai central to Ramachandra hospital.

No words to reply for my friend.  “I No Read” replied my friend to the passenger and left that place.

Meanwhile we reached my destination. I gave him the charge and a pat-on-back to say bye-bye.

World around us is so funny and humorous but we don’t laugh that’s the funny thing. 

               

I do visit a temple every Saturday which makes me feel better and I have a mindset that 10-15 min of prayer recharges me for the next one-week of my life; ok, that’s a different story.  It was one another Saturday after my prayer I went around to collect kumkhum placed in a vessel which looks like a tiny suite case with small spherical holes.  I saw an elderly mother and her daughter trying to take kumkhum out of the case for very long time.  I went near to them collected mine and thought of moving from them without disturbing their hard trials. I found they were trying very hard to take it out since we consider kumkhum as very auspicious chemical.  Since I do it every Saturday I know the  technique to take it out easily so I told them that I will help, I took few quantity from the case, elderly mother said “can you take some more, my daughter stays very long from Chennai”. “Ok“, I replied and took a some more and offered her, she called her daughter

“Get it from this guys hands, you should not refuse kumkhum if somebody offers you and pray for you husbands good health”, said that elderly mother. I gave them a smile to move from there.

Guess what would be my next action; I closed my eyes for a very sincere prayer “OMG, please give her husband a good health, at least till she gets kumkhum from somebody’s hands”. Then I decided, I would better teach how to take the kumkhum out of that case anyone who tries to do so then offering from my hand. For the first time I thought “auspicious things are ridiculous”.

               

This is something I read from a book “Know Can Do”.  It was a reception of service center wherein calls differ in flavor from very good customers to very worst customers and also in their words.  Once phone rang and receptionist answered “Hello” after third ring.  Voice from the other side sounded worst, he was an angry customer screamed “What the hell company and what the yuck service you offer”

“James! Is that’s you?” replied the receptionist

“What?”

“James! Is that’s you?” replied the receptionist again

“What? I am not James.  Why do ask?” replied the angry customer now in bit lower voice

“O! I am sorry you scream like my ex-husband James” receptionist said.

“Hmm. I am sorry buddy I have a problem, can you solve it for me” said the angry customer, now in a soothing voice. 

This was an example given to customer handling.  The book is all about management and how to win by doing what we know.

I have one more from a book by a spiritual guru. 

A man got up from his a week long coma, found his wife crying next to him and praying for his good health. He called his wife,

“You were with me when I lost millions in my business,

You were with me when with me with I fell sick and was hospitalized for a month long,

You were with me felled down and broke my legs”

“That’s Ok” said his wife holding his hands tight

“You were with me this time when I met with an accident and I went to a week long coma”, he continued.

“I am your” his wife said.

“I feel I am in trouble all the time because you're with me” replied the man who woke up from coma.

I could not stop laughing when I was reading this in train. This is how now negative filtering works.  We always search somebody to blame on all our troubles.  World is so small, we are yet another virus sent to this world. Enjoy the happiness around us and happiness with all around us. After all we are goanna stay 50-60 hard years here and let not screw it. I am not philosophical or I am not here to advise, it’s just what I feel and started believing after my 23. Yes I am just 23+ ;) believe this too.

Love - Proposal

Not all the days in life will be special as the day of we propose our love to someone, when our saccades shift to heart and beats shift to our eyes, thousands of colorful flowers blossoms in our brain, words we have forgotten will come to our mind for the so-called poems we write, six hours of essential sleep senses too much. 

Syndromes of love might change in flavors between people but almost same in characteristics.   Possibilities are there for Stockholm syndrome or Lima syndrome which acts as love initiator and might become Diogenes syndrome when love sucks.

Whatever, I am goanna tell you all a short story of proposal, my first step towards my dream book and storytelling.

 Apr 27, 2005

It was a hot day in that summer in a small town, outskirts of Chennai. 

05.00pm,            

“So, My guess is correct!” said an voice from telephone, Santhosh kept the phone receiver down and started scribbling in his math book, which he borrowed first time in his 4 semesters of college life for his arrears exam which he suppose to take the very next day. 

09.45am,

                Santhosh waited for his friends, Vidya and Ajay to join him for the math group study.  Vidya entered his home at 09.50am with lots of smile, loads of beauty, gorgeous look, “Hi” in her usual childish voice.  Vidya is fare, good looking girl voted in the whole college.  As soon as she entered, “now tell me who that girl is? You said you will tell me today!” Vidya said.  “Sure, I will tell you. You know her, she is too close to you” replied Santhosh.   Ajay joined both at 10.15am.  Santhosh and Vidya kept their discussion secret from Ajay.

10.35am,

                All three started discussing maths.  Between their discussions Vidya taped Santhosh’s lap and said “my odd guess is Soni!”

“May be” replied Santhosh.  “Now lets maths” Santhosh added.  After some maths and long chat out of the subject, it was lunch time. 

Now again Vidya asked “is its bsc maths Saranya?” itching her head

“Hey not a bad choice, but former one should be better” said Santhosh

Lunch time passed away with no discussion on Santhosh lover since his Mother was around to provide food.   Again discussion started which was again out of syllabus.

“Last time it was Santhosh this both of you” said Ajay

“What” Vidya asked.

“Last time it was only Santhosh screwed my maths preparation and this time both of you combined together” said Ajay.

“All fate” laughed Vidya.

“Tell me who is she? I am goanna kill you” whispered Vidya in Santhosh’s ears.

Interrupted by Ajay, Santhosh and Vidya stop that discussion and started changing the pages of the math book.  Most of the group studies prove useless that too with a beautiful girl and funny boy as friends, worse if it only with a girl or girls. 

Santhosh has anyways decided to confess the name of his lover to his best friend, but struggled to do it directly. 

“It wouldn’t be good if he doesn’t confess the name to my best friend, Vidya.  But how?” thought Santhosh

Proposing or confessing love is always tough job, because human negative filtering always pulls us back to think of the negative reaction from opposite direction and actions following.  Hmmm! Proposals has to be made but confession takes place automatically without our knowledge though we are not put under a situation to do so.  But! Forced confession, is tough.

03.15pm

All three decided stop study and go out.

“Let us go to internet café”, said Vidya

“I want to see how messenger works”, Vidya continued.

It was the days when messenger was not very popular alike these days, very less functionality in messenger; nobody cares about chat rooms too.

There was one internet center wherein its 30 per hour.

“Owner of this café is an MCA graduate”, said Santhosh when entering the café.

“So what?” said Vidya.

“So nothing, but this guy went to TCS interview with his graduation certificate along with MLA recommendation letter for developer post” said Santhosh. Vidya started laughing.  “Good Idea, I will take my relatives recommendation letter for my Microsoft interview”, said Ajay.  “Relative aha!!” said Vidya. “Yes, my dad.  He is a big shot in my place”, Ajay added.  “Essaappa, Mudiyala”, giggled Santhosh.

Santhosh, Vidya and Ajay took one single system saying Ajay is not goanna work, he will be idle.  Santhosh and Vidya started chanting in Yahoo messenger in one system don’t think how that is possible! It’s possible if one messenger window is opened, contact added is offline still message can be typed and both types in the same messenger window!

“Who is she?”

“You know her”

“Give me some clue atleast”

“You are very close to her”

“Any other clue?”

“hmmmm, She is so beautiful”

“then?”

very beautiful

no head weight

two eyes

two legs

one mouth

>>>>>>very very very good<<<<<<<<<

>>>>>>friendly>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>

but not possible for me

ok i will tell the name today >>>>>>>>>ok

bye

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Messenger window is filled with text by Santhosh and Vidya foolishly sharing the keyboard one after the other.   Teen age is crazy always, who so ever it may concern.  It drives us fool but that is the only age when our smiles are true, laughter will be from heart, makes us feels like love is true and blind. In short , it will be like the happiness of an underpaid employee getting unexpected hike even after his/her screwed appraisal.

Chit chat, single window chat, giggling passed the time it and at 04.10pm all three decided to leave the café.

“Finally, tell me who is she”, said Vidya.

Santhosh grabbed his accounts notes which she asked for taking notes, asked her to move away few steps, Vidya moved few steps away from Santhosh.

Santhosh scribbled something on the note and gave it back.

“Read it only after reaching home, it’s a promise” said Santhosh

“Okay” replied Vidya. 

All three walked to bus stop. In few seconds bus came Vidya entered and waved her hand to tell ‘ta ta’, Santhosh waved back.

04.25pm

Vidya got a window seat, which she likes a lot.  She opened the note

 

Page 1:

 Hi, want to know who is she… hmmmm turn to page number 64

Vidya turned the page to 64

Page 64:

Why cann’t you guess, you know her…

No guess still ok then turn to page 123

Page 123:

You see her daily, you talk to her daily…

still cannot find!!

Ok now turn to page 163

Vidya turned the page to 163. 

“I expected this” said Vidya to herself with half happiness and half sadness.

05.00 pm:

Vidya got down from bus and called Santhosh landline number.  Santhosh picked the call immediately as he was waiting for it.

“So, My guess is correct!” Said Vidya. 

“I expected this, ok leave it now study well for tomorrows exam we will talk about this after exam ok! Read well” Vidya added.

“OK” said Santhosh and call got cut.

Page 163:

Sorry Vidya, I know I cannot tell this to you

But sorry

It’s you, you, you

Yes it’s you.

- - - & - - -

Miss You Vidya -Santhosh

Life-line

“One, Two and Three …” counted our boy lying down, it’s his day one of Higher secondary or class XI...

Edison was the inventor of 1009 inventions and if we say 1009 inventions he should have tried 1009*1009 times for his 1009; I know I am bad at Math but the point is, for all his inventions it’s predicted that he has used only 17% of his brain.  Adding more, human inbuilt super computer has the capacity of remembering ten thousand names in a minute.  Still we can find some mental outside, sitting before Intel inside and speaks I can break Intel with my dental.  Wondering why do I say all these things! Ok, the matter here is so simple I will try to use at least 0.0000017% of my super computer to my level best and recollect few incidents in the life of a boy.  

Come on guys hold my hand tight we are goanna jump into a time machine; this is a time travel and you’re going to meet a guy who is not so interesting but interesting what is happening around him. 

5

4

3

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1

Here we are,

It was his adolescence; our boy was riding his bicycle as fast as possible to burn his total energy, in his native town.  That was a concrete road with few pits.  Guess why our boy is riding that fast! He saw three beautiful girls of his school walking in his opposite road.  In adolescence we always feel thousands of butterfly flying in heart when we approach our opposite genders but here our boy was flying, yes when he was very near to those girls a big stone lying on the road hit his cycle and our boy is flying now.  After three seconds he landed on the ground.  He turned to see the girls stopped for a sec and started walking with shocked feel.  Generally girls laugh at this happenings but our boy was not able to guess why they gave a shocked look.  Another two seconds broke the suspense.  Our boy got up from the ground and recognized that he landed just two inches away from a strong iron lamp post. If he had landed just two inches ahead from where he has, here is the end of his life story.  Now our boy stood up with pain in his hands and legs gave a flying kiss to God and started rolling his cycle.

Few days later, our boy got a seat in a Higher Secondary school a long distance from his town.  It’s a Tuesday, day one to his school.  Our boy as to take a train from his town and get down in another town then he has to take a bus to reach his school.  On his day one when he got down from the train and reached bus stop with colorful* dreams, he heard that school reopening is postponed to next day.  So our boy walked back to station with his friends from his home town.  When they were about to reach the station they saw a electric train about to start, so they all ran to catch the train and our boy ended up in getting into the train.   That was his first “run and catch” since he was very new to train journey then.  After he got into the train he looked out of the train from the foot board to see all his friends left the train.  Next moment our boy jumped out of the fastened train and a in a sec he was lying down the platform below the foot board of the train.  “One, Two and Three …” counted our boy lying down.  Three compartments passed over him after which he got up with shock but didn’t show that in his face.  Guard of the train showed his hand at the boy with some words screaming which flew away in train’s horn, our boy too waved his hands telling “ta ta” responding to the guard.  School bag which our boy carried in his back gave a good grip to the boy not to move or turn when the train was passing over him.  If he had not been with that bag to school we might have ended this blog hear saying “may his soul at least wouldn’t screw somebody in heaven/hell”.

Now our boy was grown up.  After screwing up his higher secondary marks he got a seat in a college a kilometer away from his home.   Our guy is not so innocent and non-sense to but he screws up something or the other.  He had a Math professor in his college who was shorter than him thinner than him but brilliant than him as most of the people in his life were.  Our guy always has a dislike to math, so he screwed that professor for punishing him by taking math classes.  Finally, he left the college; not our guy but the poor professor.  Ok, that’s a different story altogether. 

One good day, after noon at 3 our guy was walking on a small lane.  It was his one fine local roaming.  Holding his mobile in his hand, typing SMS as fast as possible with his thumbs our boy walked slowly somewhere I don’t guess he knew where he was walking then.  Our sweet guy bending down his head smiled at an SMS from his friend and kept walking.  Suddenly, something felted down exactly two inches from him.  Our boy stopped for a second, dumb stuck he even forgot his SMS which he had typed half and started running from there.

Guess What! 

Electric aluminum wire which was above his head got cut due to high voltage and felt down missing our guy in mere two inches.  Our guy ran to the Electricity board office to complain that he might have died! SMS in his hand said “hey power cut here” our guy replied “Idiot, thank God that I haven’t ate all that power”

Now you know what will be my next sentence! Right, if that has not missed, here ends the blog.

                In his college all boys planned for a tour to Bangalore, Mysore and Ooty.  After successful money collection form his uncles, grandma our boy got ready for the trip.  It was a four days trip started from Chennai central station and planned to end up in same place after 3 days.  Our boy boozed Bangalore well and Mysore too finally reached Ooty.  Thota-betta is the highest peak in Tamil Nadu, top of the peak is called as suicide-point.  That day was very chill, romantic and funny with his companies and our boy enjoyed it well.  It was the first time our guy was out of his home for a long trip.  The place though was chill and breeze it looked frightening to.  The way was fully covered with trees, and roads too step and most frightening criteria is sleepy driver.  At 4.45pm in evening when all decided to take a trip to Thota-betta, the climate looked as if it’s late evening 7.  Our guy with all his friends took another mini bus to reach the peak top or so-called suicide-point.  At 5.00pm it was 4km on road and 3 more kilometers to reach the top, bus was stopped by a guard in the gate stating after 5 no vehicles are allowed after that gate, so everybody got down and started walking the step road.  After 1 km hard walk a motor bike stopped at this group of guys. “Cheetah’s may not come at this time but group of wild bullock carts may cross your way, so don’t disturb them” said the bike man.  Enough for our guy to get frighten, still maintained his “I am brave” gesture and kept walking.  Few more steps later one our guy’s friend stopped to say that he was not able to breathe and our guy saw blood in his friend’s nose after few first aid every bloody started walking to see the suicide-point in that cloudy way.  Finally our guy’s gang was almost to reach the top and everybody started running towards the suicide-point initiated by our crap guy.  At the top it was a slope down path so our guy slowed down reaching their and started running was about to fasten himself and a stone stuck his legs and our guy was about to fly  but another leg hit another stone to stop his fly and boy sat down a few sec to step down his blood pressure.   If he had flew he would have landed in that 1000+ meters hell.  Our guy walked slowly to the edge, caught hold of the small wall there to see what it is.  The place was surrounded by midst I was full white, nothing was visible except a superior power always saves our guy who always screws himself.

Things like this keeps happening with our guy, few more interesting things like once on a Feb 14 our guy woke up early in the morning to get ready, started shaving his half grown beard and ended up in a big cut in his cheek and that screwed his day with pain.  And again once our guy planned for a early meet up with a girl in early morning in his college and was full of enthu and happiness again woke up early in the morning.  The climate was damn good as it was raining romantically.  This time our guy was so careful with his blade when he started shaving but accidently he dropped his shaving razor which felt down in his figure to screw his day with 5 stitches.     

It was one fine day our guy accepted to broke up a relationship, and said bye in his last phone call,  was the day finally our guy felt why did God saved him from all the traps.  It’s really pain to tell somebody goodbye because for some reason where you want to say “I miss you”.  Our guy recently wished his second goodbye to the same relationship where he felt he should say “I miss you badly”. 

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We are back to normal. You can release my hands now.

Hey guys come on don’t think much about our guy he is alright.  If you feel you really want to know this crap guy?

Thanks for reading. Bye for now.  See you all in my next blog.

Love you all.

Indiaa India...

..........”do you know all lines in jana gana mana” said with pride, a man who is in his early 40’s, sitting next to me in my train compartment. This sentence made me write the upcoming few lines, which may not be interesting but this is for a cause. Foolishly I write “I don’t know why I write this” in my blogs but now I know why I write this.

I know the synonym of patriotism after hearing that words from my co-traveler I want to give and antonym for patriotism; pathetic-idiotism, howazz that!.

Man, how can you forget few lines of our National Anthem? So there is a possibility for you to forget your mother’s name? Sorry If I am harsh here.

Not just from one, I have heard from many who pushes India down and feels pride on what they talk in crowd. I will come back to this point later I have something else too;

We want our children to obey us, respect us, etc, but how many of us obey traffic rules? How many of we waited till the traffic countdown reaches 0 to fasten our vehicle?

Once on my way office I stopped for a traffic signal. Though there was very less vehicle passing I don’t want to make any of the drivers’ panic, so I maintained my patience. A beautiful girl came stood next to me, saw the signal, and started walking though it was not the signal for her to cross. She crossed the road and turn back to me to give a bad look, because I was standing on the other side of the road waiting for the signal. I didn’t feel bad that time because I know if beautiful girls run crossing me, I will be alright in few seconds but a car running over me might take months for me to recover or my family.

Coming back to the point,

I remember, my friend telling me “If Tamil Nadu has grown at least 10% it’s because politicians sleeps as well” true, it’s people who stops any growth with words.

Once, Gang of my relatives was walking on their way for a shopping in the morning that was a Monday. A 5^th standard boy among them took leave to his school to enjoy shopping. When they crossed a school and walked few feet they found little boy is missing in the gang and when they turned back to see, the boy was standing without any reaction near the school compound they crossed, as the National anthem was played in the school recorder. How many of us dare to listen, sorry, care to listen our National Anthem when we visit some national events or program!

It was in my old office, I returned after a very good lunch to my cubical and most we know the reason why it’s named as cubical that to immediately after lunch. Moment I opened my mail box I saw a mail with picture of a slanted foot ball ground with caption “only way India will get football win” the mail was from a good friend of mine but still I clicked reply all with text “we can also, once we stop this type of degrading mails". I know I was little harsh but couldn’t hold the patriotic citizen in me.

and this is for the peoples who talks about we peoples working in IT industry; we are not so big fool to work day and night to fill in our bank account to apply patches for on-filling blocks in our veins. We work for our family, country, we get more foreign investments what else do you expect?. Though it looks like we are not so patriotic quite few time but most of us are not pathetic-idiots. I don’t want to write much here since this is a sensitive topic and I might fill in with what I have in my mind in upcoming.

Guys slam the idiots talking ill about our country.... Say Indiaaaa India.

JaiHind