Tears in despair


Delicately she moved her fair fingers on his much loved pair of jeans, unable to control her tears, she slowly walked towards the glass window of the silence filled attic. Nostalogic about her joyfilled life, she opened her recently wed album.
Clogged before her moist eyes were the reminisces of his presence in the room, his warm breath behind her ears, manly yet carrassing arms around her waist.... she did recall those joyous moments with him, as that was all she had about him. Bundles of thousand secrete desires, pent up cravings vent up uncontrollably like a furious volcano as she tried to re-create the air which she thought she would remain forever.
That was the dusk, trees slant in syncronisation to the cool zephyr that blew through her silky hairs, sun was bidding his routine adieu as she usually waited under the big peepal tree when his shadow crept stealthily behind her to grasp her tender waist. And he lifted her in the air to express his joy over his selection to the 'Indian Army' which was his only passion after her. Jubiliant over his success she kissed him over his forehead. Though she went speechless immediately, he could understand her taunted emotions and fears. Grasping her arms tightly, he looked into her emotionally perplexed eyes from where tears rolled over her cheeks. Knowing the reason, he slowly held her hand in his and assured her his lifetime and their togetherness.
It was an year that she gradually passed in those words, a few letters and assurances.
Finally the day, she least desired and prayed that it never come, came making her worst fears true, his assurances false thus bringing her world to an end.
She lied there mentally paralysed over the bed. Tears slid down on the letters blurring the letters on them when she heard the mortuary siron gonging at her doorstep. How much she wished that the earth would swallow her right there, the wind would carry her infinitely far or she could push herself into a bottomless well. A heavy iron-like gulp thudded into her heart, head as heavy as a mudbag, she could hardly move her limbs, believe me she never wanted to get up. She din't want to see his charming face frozen to stone, grasping arms lifeless, the legs those carried her through grass rested now no less like a log, those capturing eyes now completelyand constantly closed. Time did'nt give her much, till she could realise the assuring, consoling person now lay mortal. Surrending to the mordant reality she laid her head now beaming her lover's image, his sharp smile, capturing eyes, embracing strong chest , greedy about the beam she forwarded her fragile hands towards him and closed her eyes and she never opened them again.

The old beggar woman


Lifeless sat she on the busy road at dusk with her head dropped over onto her feeble knees, rugged piece of cloth hardly covered her, swollen nerves on her hands could say her age was more than 70years, tears rolled from her barely open eyes, untidy knotted hairs clutched to thorns that lay there, was she mumbling something that was as meek as her. The street was as busy as a hive. Rich money mongers were gushing with their high profile wallets into their 4wheelers. Working class men making their way through the stampede back home. Children rushing back home with their iron-like loaded backspacks....
So sat she there unnoticed by million such eyes. Minutes passed to hours, idle stayed she surrendering herself to life, society, nature., Suddenly a gush, soon after which droplets sprayed themself on the pityless land. Still sat she idle, hardly feeling the cold drops on her numb feet. Thunder shuddered onto the empty streets felling trees like matchsticks. Violent wind blew the window glasses out of their pane. Soon the busy streets became as empty as a haunted desert. The violent breeze blew through the broken grills of the old builing pushing her on the wet path. Afew seconds of count the ruthless rain stopped gradually bringing back the street's callous glory. The wind had blewn the piece of gunny, her only will, exposing the wet currencies that lay scattered like a loyal dog next to her. Greedy eyes pounced onto it as if those were the last notes in the world. Lifeless now she lay there with all the world's attention over her. Her eyes stuck constantly to her eyelids , she surrendered so to the end.

The day never ended



Bright, Sunny and a casual mid-day February was it. A day i can't forget for sure. Yes it was the day that taught me more and loose even more. Whatever the day, its nevertheless unworthy to pen.
Woke up in gloom with the thought of the monotonous routine day ahead lingering in my lazy mind. If not for the day it was i would've rather slept for more and things would'nt have gone bizzare like that. Dragging was the day till the bell rang at 12:20 pm which reminded me again of the Khadhi exhibhition put up in Mekri. Khadhi exhibhition is one such that is arranged by the government to encourage the country's cotton industries. Clothes, accessories, interiors, chappals to medicines and pickles almost everything is found here. Month of January reminds most patriots about the Martyr's day but residents of Malleshwarm especially if they are street-smart girls like me there's only one thing we think of and its the exhibhition. Somehow as fate would have it, the exhibhition was put up in Mekri which otherwise would have been in Malleshwaram 18th cross ground.This time it was that i'd to exchange the oversized kurti for a smaller size. Obviously i din't want to go into the big den alone.
It was 1:00pm when i left college with my friends Shar, siri and my former-friend ****** lols.....(now on referred as Ms.Boasty alias Ms.B coz it was all that she was whiz at).
Surprisingly got into a KSRTC bus, (stop there, whats surprising abt dat?) it came within a few minutes to that haunted bustand. On the way back i mentioned my idea to Ms.B of going to the exhibhition to exchange the piece. And, there were we by 2:05 approx. Polled Rs.10 each to begin into the crappiest series. Once after entering the tented den, i brisked towards stall 310 where the kengeri gramadyog had displayed many embroidried kurtis, tops, shirts, skirts and so on... I was here i had to reach. All through my way from entrance to 310 i'd to pacify Ms.B to walk like a pirate horse with eyes closed coz its heights of annoyance going shopping with her and thats because of her habit of visiting each and every relevant and irrelevant stalls. She wants clothes, gold, earrings, bangles, pots , all ok, but would you believe it was even carpet, shawls, jute, bedsheet stalls. Scanning each and every form in her vicinity did she delay our way out to last stall at 2:45. Perhaps i got somewhat the kinda piece i wanted..
It was almost when we'd reached the end, did my cell start vibrating, the call wa to Ms.B from 1 of her old friend. Yes Ms.B though boasts about everything she din't carry a cell for which reasons were more than a hundred. It was 2minutes after that call, my call started vibrating again. And yet again, it was not my call but hers from her boyfriend. A kind of annoyed i just quoted "My cell is used by you more than me". She fastened her steps towards the food spot talking. Both thirsty and tired we opted to visit the north karnataka food stall. Ordered 2 'jolla rotis'( made of corn). I took the plate with my other hand holding the cover containing the cloth. Ms.B made her steps towards me and went in gad for a nice clean chair which is very rare to find in such government organised exhibis'. By now we got busy hogging. In no time the roti was over with the brinjal gravy same like how it was when it was served. No place to wash hands and all the tissue in my bag( yes i carry) over, i held my hand down loose and walked without toching anything, neither my bag nor the cover that i was holding.Now out of the exibhi, we were in search of an auto. After much an argument for justice one of the autowallas agreed for meter. And thus we reached chungs dog-tired. I was browsing through the menu card when Ms.B asked for my phone to message her guy. After a long dig into my multicolor designerbag i realised i din't have my cell. Anxious i arose from the seat to the counter to call bac to my number. After 3 long rings the phone went switched off . This was when i realised i lost my cell. What on earth? What would i say at home? By now even Ms.B had become numb so as to thinking if the case was against her as it was she who used my cell before it was lost....
No time to think we had to act fast before the culprit made use of mine/mostly her irresponsibility. We immediately caught an auto and ran back to khadhi. I rarely have good habits but 1 among that was noting the license board inside the auto. This time i'd done the same. Now i started enquiring the autowallas there for their collegue named Ganesh(which i'd seen on the liscence). Nobody knew him. Many of them asked if i noted down his number( i would have but if i knew i would loose my cell there). Now i stood there helpless thinking of the day and the reason i'd got my obssessed 6300( mp3, 1gb card, 2mp). That was a gift presented by my mom for aquiring first class and clearing 2backs in 1 shot and for completing my 20yrs of age just a month ago. And so it had a sentimental value. Back to the foodspot i started recalling. Ms.B joined me and gave looks as though she was seriously interospecting. She urged that she gave the phone back to me. I asked her if how i could've taken the handset when my hand was what it was. She din't reply and partially accepted her intensity of share(though full share)she silently mumbled she'd buy it back to me. Now that was a fair deal, tears did not roll down which otherwise would have. But still i knew the new cell can never replace my much loved cell. Now we'd to go back home as i had to go to my CAT classes. On the way back we went to her guy's office where she narrated the story. Though they din't discuss anything in front of me, all i was conveyed was we had to go to National market near majestic as dat guy knew some guys there who'd get it for cheap. Back home my chappli gave hand. Once we reached, she started making calls in an attempt to sell her ipod gifted to her (which today i know was a melodrama). I decided not to go to classes but instead roam with her. Now i'd to take out the documents of my lost phone. It was on the attic. Lazy to pull a chair i tried to climb on the wadrobe shelf to reach it. Meanwhile id searched my suitcase( contains all g-cards, id-cards, slam book and O'henry collection) but the search was vain. The suitcase lay carelessly on the floor. Ms.B being podgy than me offered to attempt. She almost reached there....... thud,thud,thud she fell on the black small suitcase, now the suitcase was completely smashed like a cycle under a lorry. Even her toe's thumb nail was broken from the skin and now bleeding. Brought a roll of cotton and applied some cream. Both left home to a medicine shop where i bought bandages and carefully pressed it on her toes. As it was already 6:00pm left in an auto to the market which was my 1st visit to that crappiest place in Bangalore.
Fully lit, crowded, selling bags, nighties, watches and everywhere surrounded by the dusk drunkurds we made our way through to some complex where we stood waiting for her guy. After a half an hour her guy turned up with his friend. Meanwhile i and she had invaded the complex bargaining and enquiring for a 2nd hand. According to me this was not justified. What the hell for should i buy a 2nd hand for no fault of mine.... morover my cell was just a 8-9 months. Now her guy instructed her to home with me so that i'd feel secure at that time of the evening(7:30). Back we placed our ass in the auto and headed back to malleshwaram. The hardest part was this..... it was very difficult for her to shut her mouth that she started talking crap to auto-fellow. He took her behavior for granted for uneccessary and imaginay feelings. And you can guess.... yes, he started pestering for her number. But still madam would'nt stop, went on and on....... asking his name and what not, till we reached 2-3 blocks away from my house when i stopped the auto there which or else would've led to undesirable consequences. We'd to pay above meter though it was not 9 yet. That dog had its day with a few extra bugs. Somehow my intuition pinged me not to go towards home. Hence i started walking in the opposite direction as that of the auto and my house. I noticed a small road with no street lights and very isolated but only 1 CD shop barely crowded by loafers at the end of the lane. That was the only cut in vicinity which otherwise was a straight road from dhobhi ghat(washerman's colony). Towards the left was an old building which had no traces of humans. I pushed her and so myself into its walls thinking we could leave once we hear the auto leave. Complete silence...... for the other 15-20 seconds which seemed like an hour. All i could hear was my heart pound. I just looked back and got scared seeing my own shadow. I asked her not to move so that anybody walking down would'nt get a hint of 2 helpless young girls. Slowly i moved towards the balcony-like sill and peeped down towards the road. GOSH!!! The bhastard had'nt left. His eyes were gaping at the lane. A new eccentric thought occured what if some guys come from upstairs? This time Ms.B took my hand and asked to walk out and so we did knowing that it was far better to be on the road than a haunted building
in an isolated lane. Back on track, stupid's brain went switched off or something she started greeting the womanizer sarcastically " why u still here?" What the fu** was her problem in it? I immediately asked her to take a coin and pretend talking to someone, looking at his number plate (near the CD shop). Heaven's sake for the 1st time she did as i told her. Coward drove away. Panting-puffing still scared of anyone following us we reached my house. We dispersed once her guy came.
It was 10'o clock when i finished my dinner and lied on my bed and was fast-asleep to see reminses of my much-beloved 6300.

THE ULTIMATE WAKE UP CALL



Sheers of cries,eeries of frequent fireshots, reminses of treasured memories, amidst a pool of blood lifeless lay our friends, fellow citizen, brothers, sisters and OUR PROUD HEROES. Wednesday night started this blood-thirsty mayhem., eversince the entire country is doomed in hopes about the beloved, prayers, condolences and tears for the lost. The 3-day gamble of lives ended after an intense fight, bravery, selflessness, heroism of our beloved COMMANDOS ans SOLDIERS.
We as the citizens of the same country what have we dedicated here? Nothing at all....?? Is that all we can do? I don't know. When there are the young warm blooded negetives dedicating to destruction, we the INDIANS today's youth, tommorow's citizens being a mass(majority) being helpless about in such a neeedy situation? Can't we get onto the floors? This sounds impratical? Then does our share of responsibility, sacrifice, dedication to the country remain a ??? C'mon guys thats why i called it a "Wake-up call".
Lets do our bit. The country for a 4day was flooded with fears, cries, bloodshed, loss of valuable lives . Enough is enough lets wakeup, now let the country be flooded with the rage of awareness. Nothing other than The Powerfull, Intelligent, Brave, Determinat citizens of INDIA can bring Terrorism a big HALT and make it lick its feet. You get that? While our leaders are busy calculting and bargaining the compensations to families and making meeting in mid-city causing traffic jams and causing inconvinience lets do our bit of duty.
Terrorism is not just limited to Taj Hotel, Oberoi, Nariman house and such centres but very much may strike te very train/bus you are travelling, eatries,workplace anywhere. You know that and i know that. Our ancestors have shown us what we are capable of. Bravenass is in our genes. Nothin can break a democratic country like INDIA, our INDIA our MOTHERLAND. There may be a bit of Indira Gandhi in us, Gandhiji in us, Sandeep Unnikrishnan or our very own Mr.Karkare in us. Lets bring them out.
Terrorists reason their stand as a voice for the injustice done to Muslims.Then they sure lack General Knowledge. Former Prime Minister of India was A.P.J.Abdull Kalam. Former Indian Cricket team captain was Azaruddin. The stars whom all we youth adore and woo Shah Rukh Khan, Aamir Khan and Salman Khan. Why all this? The very person who recomposed to the tunes of our National Anthem "Jana Gana Mana" is A.R.Rahman. Surrender our Mujahindins(their demand to central Govt)? What for? To captivate the entire country and bring their rule? The Indian Government is not foolish. Freedom brought by our ancestoral Netas and freeedom fighters after all that strive to be given up to such cowards who have can only avenge on innocent armless civilians? Cowards are they who barge into a country late night and attack civilians and commons and are no match to our Brave, genius, powerfull, efficient HEREOS, Not a chance.
Ever wondered what our commandos last thoughts would have been? It would've been just to save others lives which is very much seen when Sandeep Unnikrishnan succummed to death while saving his fellow commando. They might have even regretted that they din't do much. But least do our heroes witness today the freedom of Taj and success of the Mission "BLACK THUNDER". Lets join hands and do not something but everything to make this world Terrorism-free. We know "United we stand, divided we fall".
Lets take time to salute our BRAVOS and sense our luck, gratefullness, honour and privilage in taking birth in a country like INDIA MY MOTHERLAND. JAI HIND!!!!





24hour merry-go-round



        Its the Month of September, doing my final year BE. Life already seemed so monotonous. Craved a very desperate outing to nature and scenery spots id only seen in movies, so-called special one in my blog. Yes, for his dismay i made it even without his mercy. lolzzz......
                     
        Its been 2days since the night-out with us still carrying the hang-out tampering over our mind, thats what i call "persistance of Excitement". Our motive was to spend QUALITY TIME. So obviously we could'nt afford to compromise on Getting wet and Trekking.
        Trekking? Watched it in "Dus ka dum"," Fear Factor", Akshay kumar's movies and those age-hold stunts. Inspired by these western-influenced drama were we  that we pulled-up socks to accomplish the least thought. Let me start from moment-1

DAY-1(26-09-2008)
           Not rightly to be called as"day". Our 24-hr biography started at 10:45pm for all residents of Shidlagatta and Chickballapur. The bus asusually was 1/2hr late than the scheduled time. Meanwhile showers of messages and calls poured in my cell. For all bangaloreans the scheduled time was 11:30 at Mekri circle. We four girls Myself, Swetha, Sharanya,Sushmitha got together before heading to the venue. I would like to confer a token of thanks to Sharanya's father on behalf of all three of us for picking us up inspite of his out-of-station commitment the next day. After all this is the least i can do.
   It was 11:30 when we had reached mekri bustop. Spotted Sunil on the other side of our bustop.
 Had a mini photo session. Vinay and Uday Kumar joined us after a 20minutes. And then...., we had to encounter with the least-expected, undesired net-catch in hands of cops for obvious reasons. If not Sharanya's parent's presence fate would have made it a memorable day for the wrong reasons. Once we defined our student status waiting for college bus on a trip, we were left to swallow our fears. GULP!!
              Excitement brought shocks through my spines when i recieved a message from Sandhya that the bus had reached Hebbal. Any time bus will be in front of me. Much dreamt of a day. Its known that mind is the fastest traveller. Yes.. my mind already started visualizing the view of a lighted DVD throwing behind echoes of laughter, screams, captions etc., I was brought back to reality when the SILENT 4wheeler stopped in front of me. Hushhhhhhh went my excitement like a stream of fire in a bucket of water. I think i had forgotten where the bus was coming from(Lolz...). I was the 1 carrying 2 packages luggage. One being my backspack the other a box containing events and prizes for winners and not to forget atleast now Bubbles.   A moment of glare through the bus, i saw all the girls tightly buckled to their seats and sitting quiet like new-born chicks. Then some guys at the backend of the bus resting (A hard-day of labor ahead, how could anybody expect them to strain themslves being awake?) . Of all it was this pack (lolz...) 4-5 of them sitting and watching some movie(telugu obviously). Pity did we these Alzemeir-striken lives who had forgotten we were out on a tour along with the class. Nothing can be said to such "Civilization-deprived people".And  so did our journey start. I silently chose a 2-seater and started glaring outside the window digesting the unexpected contradiction. The bus halted.This was the last stop to pickup my new found friend Sanket. A daring , outspoken, extrovert alike me.  Being feathers of the same bird he found my silence unusual. Amused was i, when my other friends too expressed their displeasure over the unruly atmosphere. It was now that most of them surrounded me and asked me to start something creative so that the gloom would not prevail any longer. I was a bit uncomfortable as i knew that majority were only interested in sitting in the same place chit-chatting in their respective groups, watching movies and soaps(lols..), hatching eggs and what not. No matter however much i say it is least.  Sanket raised his voice and woke everybody from their nests(seats). Many suggested Anthakshari would be a good start. It was. The bus was horizontally divided into 2teams. But as time passed it became a 1-to-1 event between Shubankar from my team and Uday from the other. Amd so it got boring. Next it was 'Dumbcharads". The names of the movies suggested were monopolised only to Kannada. Tell you names i remember "....geddethima","Dharani mandala madhyada ollage","gillipanjara" and so on.......So you can guess very well how it would have proceeded. Thus the trace of thrill that surfaced famished untold. There was a coffee-break in mid-highway amidst a lorry garage. We were pretending to be chilled by the PJ's made by 1 of them who was describing how, the other day he had got caught by lecturers 1 after the other. I was called by Pramod. I think this the first time in these 4yrs that i ever spoke to this guy.  He said he understood my distress and said that all of us too travelling in the same boat but nobody was expressing it. Came back to bus, all the events had stopped, lights off, all bid a Good Night. Knowat only thing that had not lost its charm was the 'Idiot's box'.  Good night for what then?.  Sleep with that ear-drum tearing  volume? What on earth? Believe me,none could sleep. Now do you understand th complete meaning of "Civilisation deprived"? 

Day-2                   
   We reached Nanjangud at 5'o clock. Eyes still woopy, all carried luggage to the accomodation. Wow pretty sight it was to watch the Gopura in that faded dawn sunlight. Took a few snaps of it. Headed towards our accomodation. From outside it looked somewhat like a choultry with some painted faded sculptures. As we logged in, we were redirected by Tilak singh to our respective rooms. To be honest, its not what you are expecting, rooms were O.K. Could not expect anything better from a public low-cost accomodation room. Obviously we din't expect a luxurious 4-cot wadrobe-studded room. Many girls curled up on their beds with a vain-hope of covering up their lost sleep. Then we were intimated to fresh-up and get ready so that we could see the temple and move-on as we had to cover-up 2more scheduled places HIMAVADPADA and TALAKADU. After a long-tiring toilet-hunt,we discovered that it was in the same floor. Eureka!! 
Yawk, yaeee........ cries of ours as we stepped into the bathrooms. It would have been a lot better  if we atleast were asked to take bath in "Swacha Nirmala Shouchalaya". The most striking, puke-provoking moment of my life. Covered with webs, Latchless doors, Dirty everywhere as though it was never cleaned after the day it was built. We somehow managed to brush our teeth and wash face and hands with the water we had carried from home for drinking.  Cursing, cribbing we got ready, packed bags and came out. Rested our luggages in the bus and headed towards Nanjundeshwara swamy temple. 'Mesmerising' is less to describe the temple. The temple covered almost an acre in diameter including the pure Kapili river. We directly went into the shrine. A good alankara(decoration) of flowers to the lord. After a peacefull, heart-filling sight of the diety we went for a pradarkshine.  Towards the left, first we encountered Lord Subramanya's temple. As we went further a series of Black-stone caved sculptures of lord shiva each depicting different  avathatas of the lord. Then there was the big aethetically carved nandi(bull) carved out of a black stone. Looked very appealing, especially due to those  curved-lit bulbs at the top. Wondered how more appealing it would be at night. On the way out of temple, being an animal lover myself could'nt stop taking snaps with the giant beast even at a cost of Rs.10. 
        It was about 6:30a.m butterflies in tummy. Fiercely hungry craving for any kinda breakfast. We were taken to a gulli-like looking narrow road behing the temple. It was a small 
manglore-style hotel. We were served with Idli- green chillichatni and vada. Yummy.....lip smacking and relieving for our empty-stomach. After charging our batteries we headed back to the bus. As we had to wait for our fellow-members Sanket, Pramod, Sridar, Shashi. Me and Sunil took a stroll of walk towards Kapili. Peaceful and image-reflecting clean water. Siri and Ramya joined us. Back to the bus i voluntarily took the role of a TV9 reporter with camera-woman Ramyashree and queried all our fellow-tourists about their opinion on visiting the place and any suggessions they'd like to mark via TV9. (In this session i have sensored many uneccessary incidents which i feel is not worth talking and remembered). 
       From there we headed to our next destination, HIMAVADPADA'S Gopalaswamy temple. It was just a petty 1/2hr jouney from nanjangudu. Reached the hill almost 25feet from the tip at 8:30a.m. This was the most expected place by all of us. Yes it was truly a heavenly view of greenery all around the place. It was quite sunny when we'd reached. This, as the name suggests is a place thats apt and ideal if visited in the early dawn amidst dew and moisture. However it was as good as expected. A steep hill, quite slippery here and there. Me, Priti, Sush, Sridar, Sanket, Shilpi the last ones to slide down this steep. Had an unforgettable photo-shoot in all locations possible. Panicked downhill as we could seee the rest of our classmates settled on the rocks for a port-folio. Unexpressable is the view from there. Not even a single dried, bald tree around. It was undoubtedly the core nature-lap. Echoes of our laughter, scream shuddered everywhere. Any number of shots was too less to capture the memories of our time spent climbing down and up the hill. I had a hilarious moment(dialogue) of laughter known only to me, sanky and priti. From the deep bushes on rocks we had reached, a view upwards to the place where the bus had stopped a big sigh at the thought of climbing back. A real task to accomplish. We did it. Unfortunately i'd came late and started early. Had to climb the hill all alone. Developed cold vibes on the way with 1 of the fellow-climber who was much bothered about my weight.  Not worth mentioning any more even about this uncivilised person nor the incident. Reached the bus panting and puffing for breath. Everybody craved a desperate need for water which was a already over. Slowly came my other friends Priti, Sush ,Sandy, Sanky, shashi,rani, pramo...... boasting of a quality photo shoot more a bit down than i went. Regretted my fast comeback to bus. It was not yet complete. We had yet another 25-30 feet to cover upwards to the Gopalaswmy temple. Determined, did i again get down and walk upwards to the temple on Ramya's persistance. All fetched watercans on loosehopes of filling water. Desperately all crowded near the pump-tap to have a sip. I did have a sip or 2 later to find that the water id muddy. Meanwhile there was  a small tragedy when Vinay hurt his knee( You may find this uneccessary but these are little memories we wud cherish a long way from nw). The temple was crowded by cops and locals as there as some kinda Jatre that perticular day. We went to the tip, a view of my volatile vicinity worth a mention. Awesome... from there.  It reminded me of the landscapes id seen in songs, paintings and google. Captured the view in my virtual lens, thats the least i could do. Temple believe it or not was soo cold especially the floor. It was very sunny outside. We had a good view of the Gopalaswamy diety.The pujari suggessted that we feel the dew drops over the roof near the diety. Truly a mysterious experience. Sat a while and headed back towards the bus for our next and final destination Talkadu(An exciting and must-visit place by all we girls). 
           Again we were tightly clutched to our belts for a 5hr drive(made 6hr as the driver had to re-correct his 1st time drive to the destination). Most of the time was spent retaking turns. It was now that the trip-spirit gained momentum. We started our game with match-hunting. Shashi and Pramod were first co-incidentally followed by Punith and his match(forgotten). After handling the coffee mugs as prizes, i initiated that the next event would be Housie. However i found that Punith was desperately craving to conduct the game though he did not know much about the rules. The spirit died partially. Anyways 2to3 rounds of housie was conducted. I won a full-housie of Rs.50. With that pleasure i quit for the next round.  Only a minimum joined the next round. Slowly the game had to be stopped forcefully as none found it anymore interesting. Then the bus was virtually split into many groups. I for the first time learnt a new card-game BLUFF. Very addicting and interesting. Sushmitha, Shashi, Tilak, Pramod and myself were involved sooo much that we atleast revived and played 10rounds of bluff. Its a must-tell that Tilak singh became the ultimate Bluffmaster(won 6times). I, in fact observed and learnt her tactics keenly before i won twice and became a proud 'BLUFFMASTER'. Not to forget Sanket's frequent interruption into the game that even he would join, his interest would die down as soon as he got his share f cards. Never completed even a single game. Never knew him till a few days back, gem-chap being misunderstood for wrong reasons. 
         It was 4:00p.m approx when we reached Talkad. As we expected the bus stopped a bit far from the lake. We had to walk up the desert till the lake. It was fun. Dragging our feet through the sand did we ultimately reach the lake. As always there would be people bad-mouthing the thrill. Yes, among our classmates were there a many black-sheep scaring others of the dire consequences  in getting wet. Never mind, Me , Priti, Sush, Radhika, Sumalatha pioneered the Water ride in theppa(bamboo boat). Sandhya, Shilpa, Rani,Shoba were in the other boat. Started splashing water on each other whenever our theppas dashed each other. FUN!!! When the ride was over, i suggessted sush, priti that we wet ourself, afterall what for did we come sooo far(145kms from home)? So did they agree instantly. Priti had visited talkadu just a week before this trip. So it was she who knew the true state of water, place, food...etc., The atmosphere din't appear favourable for just 4 girls to jump into the lake. We noticed Sanky, Shashi,Pramod and sridhar enjoying with catch-catch in mid-lake. Tempted to join we called them to the end we were standing. As the water was not clean we compromised on gettin where they were. SMASH!!! Pity people who missed it. We played with mini gorgeball match(boys vs girls). The only disadvantage was that the green room was not good. Very small and suffocating. 
        Back to the bus, we were accompanied by Bhanu, Sunil,Tilak and punith. On way back i noticed hut like pucca houses seen in text books and movies. The bus was awaiting everybody's presence. Many had gone to temple. I found my close-friends missing in bus, isolated were they peacefully sitting a bit far on stonebench. I joined them. It was me , siri, shar and uday. 
              Tired and hungry nobody spoke anything for sometime. Around 7:30 spirits reached peak when most of them joined th bandwagon of my kinda explicit enjoyment. It all started after shilpi danced for the "jawani phir na aaye"(situational number).  ULTIMATE!! Everybodys vibes broke off to temptations, all lights switched off i went back where siri was sitting as she had promised to initiate a dance-mood. 1 after the other typical tapangoooochi numbers buzzed the air in and around the bus. All those irritating numbers like chitranna, aithalakadi, Rock your boby seemed a must listen to raise my pentup spirit. I LOVED THE MOMENT!! This is my way of enjoyment. There was this unexpected break while dancing that i fell miserably on siri who fell on sharu. We hurt her arms unknowingly, Sorry dear for that. We were tired and split to laughter. Back to seats we deserved a must-rest for all that we had done forgetting our lunch.  I now thank that elders like parents and lecturers were'nt around else neither could we have skipped our lunch nor could we have stood near the tip of gopalaswamy hills nor danced like lunantics(Lols...).  Over all over we fell back to our seats for a cat-nap. It was 9:30 when the bus stopped at Maddur cafe for a supper. We four(siri, shar, ramy, and me) had masala dosas while the rest had meals. Back to bus did i fall into a deep slumber(Zzzzzzz...........).
 It was now that priti gave vote of thanks. Unfortunate was i not to hear my name mentioned for initiating the 1st trip of our class. Anyways via this blog i i'd like to express a few things.
   I never knew how important I was untill Sharanya, Siri, Pramod, Shashi,Ramya and Sanket  expressed me whem i sat gloomy. And joys of tears unexpressed when Sush, Sanky and a few others thanked me individually for initiating such a memory. Thanks and I LOVE U ALL!!!  





  
 
            
 
    
  
 
          

Where are the Green canopies?





Wodering if you've seen this in the recent past? I tell you such mere old trees can only be seen once or twice for every 4-5kms you travel inside our bengaluru city.
We shall not be amazed if after 20yrs our government rewards anyone who discovers such trees inside city coz by that time trees themselves will be a rare sight! There shall too come a time where our descenders will see these banyan trees only on google and museums.
Well, call the reason-widening of roads, Metro train, subways, underpasses and what not., i wonder why noone understands that a city's true beauty does not lie in all the above mentioned but greenery, canopies, parks, lawns and lots and lots of trees. If the rate of chopping accelerates at this phase we'll have to digest the fact of finding Oxygen depots every corner of the roads surpassing the number of PCO'S. I'm not exaggerating the issue. If our carelessness knows no bounds today, its us who are going to witness the slow death of our planet. Practicaly how many of us know and celebrate the household festival of neccessity 'VANAMAHOTSAVA'?(Festival of planting trees).
If for 1-reason or the other we chop down trees, our act is not justified till we take charge to plant the same wherever it is apt. The above pic was shot at the race-course road opposite to hotel Taj. Most of the trees were atleast an average of 50-70yrs and more. Vividly blossomed, widely spread did they provide cool zephyr and shade to the busy pedestrains and riders partially shielding against the harmfull sunrays. Gone are they. Now where is the subsitute for this huge accountable loss? Its better we realise before we are engulfed by the fast-evolving 'GLOBAL WARMING'. 1 reason being the damage caused by chopping trees and the other being irresistably increasing Traffic and hence the pollution caused by it.
Lets make a compromise,
1)For every tree cut-down, thrice its number of vehicals should be debarred liscence.
2) Every house must compulsarily have atleast a tree, if no space, terrace-gardening is a must.
3)Rain-harvesting plans made compulsary for all buildings under construction.
4)Limiting the number of 4-wheelers and 2-wheelers per house.

5)Celebration of Vanamahotsava made compulsary in schools and colleges.

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"Prevention is any day better than cure".













Economic Fluctuation


Little do they know about economy, education, politics, arts, literature, science but one cannot deny that these majority Indian citizens are a gem of people who are a lot more honest,frank,trustworthy and more than everything Hardworking.
One cannot assure if they get a wholesome 3-time meal a day. Some even don't have a roof to bind them against lightening, rain, wind etc., But still what keeps these people going is their peacefull,lively and humble lifestyle.
Ever wondered of those days where people lived in a nomadic lifestyle hunting for food,making cultivations,harvesting.Those were the days man never believed TOMMOROW ,he lived a life for the day having no pendings,backs and savings of food,money,firewood for the supposed tomorrow. That was a stage contradictory to ours where we'r blown into the competitive stampede of corruption,violence,Land mortages,court-cases and not to miss the traffic snarls.
Though educated we white-collared citizens cooling under AC'S, Computing in front of the user-friendly manuals-computers, having the between tea-breaks, protectively placed under a roof, and somebody or the other bothering our business, we still have tons of lessons to look-up and learn from these humble lives.
Blame it on the the ecomomy,self-centered administration or helpless society or the individual citizens fact that remains is rich get richer and poor get poorer.
Its we youth who've to give a thought about these selfless,happy-living ones to either learn a lesson or to pave a NEW INDIA having a socio-economic balance. Then we are sure to see a completely developed INDIA-MY INDIA.

Humbees are not extinct!

In this blog am not speaking about any species of insects, but those irresistibly present,persistent unavoidable species in our friend's circle, our relatives and not to leave behind our neighbours.

Not hard to see such scenes in our very reality. You'dve atleast come across any one such bee.
Basically i feel show-off attitude is an attention seeking act or maybe merely to say "i am the one".I wonder what ultimately these people wanna convince others about what they are. What do you think about such people?
Just a week ago, my mom started the same lines telling about her boasty friend. Oh that aunt, she the kind you gotta see, anytime you meet her tiringly praising her own sibbling(daughter) and about her study habits. What now if her daughter is so time-conscious that she even carries an alarm to bathroom to keep track of time she spends there.Does she expect us to believe such stories even if true what have we to do with that?
One speaking about the new car, while the other raising voice about the abroad settled son and yet another about the diamond jewellery bought on akshaya tritheeya.
Really funny ones iv seen, recently i heard a friend boasting about her foreign-returned brother saying" do you know my brother keeps so much of money in his armani trousers that they just show-up, his pants are even costlier than the bunch of money he has". (I wondered then maybe its a bunch of 5-rupees)I wondered if she wanted to tell that the brand is armani or if she wanted to say that he posseses a megbugs.
Certainly, i don't blame these people at all. You knowat, As long as the listener is a fool, even a bull can fly a flight(an old tamil saying tranlated by me). It goes like this " kekrave kenaya irundal, erme-maatu aeroplane ottma!"
You don't wanna encounter or indulge in such talks, just snap the person as soon as you realise his/her inset notion of conversation.God has created each one uniquely no matter if he is a beggar or an aristocrat. Be proud to be what you are but not boasty, it deteriorates your personality.
NEVER EXPLAIN YOURSELF, because many-a-times the person you explain may not be you.

A Real Challenge


Simple is life. really!! In fact its we who quest for ways to make it complex. You must be knowing the giant toronto,oh.., thats my exams has now subsided with the weather stations reporting their future arrival predictions to be in mid-dec.

Hmmm...... was telling about the challenge right., ever felt you are always highly successful in any task u venture?, ever felt on cloud nine for your first attempts?, no matter what your will-power never lets you down?,confidence level soar high on any new-starts?If these are any thoughts lingering in your mind, its high time you start losing these vain hopes.I tell you!!
Yes i'm planning for the undared task,in which only few people've discovered success.
It is., it is the mega-blue-print iv planned for this vacations. A major accomplishment of losing weight and those extra flabs. Aaaha.., so now you agree about the saga!
Boycott fried food, stringent diet with the so called delicacies laid on my plate would just be almonds, greens, vegetables,fruits. Morover to add to all these are those long early morning walks, aerobics, exercices,abs and so on.......
Never tried a task as this ever before alike me?I don't really recognise the dawn that brought these wishes or determinations in my simple mind. Nevertheless now that i'm serious about it i'm going ahead. Report my status in my next blog........
Please don't pity me(coz i do enof of it myself)!!!

Time management,an art!



After a longsome anxiety period its now that i've found myself time.Today completed with the hard-core computer subject COMPUTER GRAPHICS.My mind is still continuing to carry its persistence of vision on the characteristic terms like pixels,1024*1024,cohen sutherland, clipping, rater-scan display...., and nevertheless my blue-yellow covered mass text-book by Mr.Folley(hats off to him). My next exams on Monday continues with computer networks-1.


Time never feels so short of itself unless its the Big-Time EXAM-TIME. Yes, now do we regret those evenings spent on eating street-chat,freaking,gaming the miniclip on google etc., Time management is an art. Its high time we realise it and develop it.

Successfully completed 3 papers,exactly deloaded half-a-burdan,yet no feel. Time count or the big-countdown whatever you may think it is,paves its rearrival from tonight. Hmm....... seriously what would you call this as.,?A race against time,or are we trying hard maintaining our phase with the illusionary fast moving time? I wonder why does'nt The VTU include a subject on this. Why not?

BODY ART


BODY ART....hmm..,sounds good but still something absurd. Any art like poking,tatooing,coloring....etc., is collectively called so. What's this saga all about.? I feel its basically an attention seeker in most of their worlds.

This raging style statement is not a new discovery. Thanks to the chinese medical "acupuncture" which has somehow unknowingly and gradually made its way to mark a word even in the fashion industry over the years.A tattoo is a permanent marking made by inserting ink into the layers of the skin to change the pigment for decorative and other reasons.

Everything about tattoing is acceptable,but personally i feel tattoing the "names.." on the skin sounds really eccentric!!Why do so,do u fear you may forget the name of your beloved or your own name? i accept if people suffering from alzheimer do so or atleast if you are suffering from 15minutes syndrme(remember ghagini?). Especially you might have seen the much buzzed saif's tattoo of kareena's name on his back which seems to have caught the limelight now. After this its much hyped Shruthi hassan who's caught the limelite for tattooing her own name (in tamil) on her shoulders. Silly!! really!!!(whats all there to flaunt about it with all that pain)

A tattoo should be a kind of simple design depictin some inner meaning if at all it has a definition for neccessity(accorrding to me). I seriously don't understand the need to get a tattoo at the rate of innumerable risks and timeless patience to maintain it. Recently read that the period after gettting a tattoo is quite a observed one. You must see to that the needles used are new, the person doing the is experienced, you not exposing to chemicals like soap.,sunlight.,(water,wind and what not?)If you people find a genuine, healthy, scientific reason for going for it inspite of all the overheads..... let me know!!!

HOW TRUEEE!

With the rapid growth,and advancements,though whatever credits they add overall, they prove to be a curse in lifestyle and day-to-day persona. Many a times it happens that we feel its been long since we've been ourself, sometimes there'd hav been times when we would'nt have even walked through one of the rooms or corridor of our own home, and of coarse after all this late we realise we've forgotten even to carry the natural inexpensive accessory??? Smile...............
Hope we dont realise and regret this truth before its too late.

THE HALF YEARLY MANIA


PHEW!! Time just flies , july now m at it again!! The same late night studies, early mornings,lots of caffeine,scampered room full of scattered work-sheets, text books and so on........ (u can visualise it!!). The vishveshvariah technological institution is at it again., al where the exam-fever. Already successfulls crossed th 5 hills,my so called semesters. Another 3 to do,i'll be saved the overhead of travelling this mass 54kms from banglore-chikballapur. And those unfuh-getable fatefull journey in DVD's.

Now for that i gotta get back to my desk. Hardly a-10 days left.

#include#include

#include

void main(){

int days, sub;

if(days> sub) printf(" success,no worries\n");

else printf(" get back, no loitering and blogging\n");getch();

}

To get this try ways of installing a borland or a tubo c compiler on this software. For sure go ahead, no syntax errors!!