Clogged

It was “Bharat Bandh” (India Closed) on Monday 5th July , 2010. The roads were closed, interstate borders were sealed and more so our dear metro was brought to a halt with men jumping down on the track. I was home when my office mate Vishal called. He asked “How are you coming today?” I have just woken up and it was 8:30 am. I had no idea about the “bandh”, just like a chick out of the egg shell does not know what waits outside the shell-it could be his mom, it could be a wiper- what does the chick know? “Like usual”, I said . He next bulged me with a big “HOW?”. I said train and then bus No. 423 direct to our route. He frowned and then said, “They are torching the tyres, they have sealed the inter-state borders and metro will also be closed”. I could only have gasped and next he asked “Now how are you coming?”. What could be more logical in the circumstance he just enumerated? “I am not coming. Tell Boss.”

For now I was not going to office, I slept a little more. Giving rest to my tiring bones from the long night I had yesterday, for the play I attended.

Waking up at 10 am I went to proceed with my daily ablutions. I flushed and a gargoyle sound burbed.” Its clogged!”, I shrieked.

Rest of the “Bharat Bandh” (and a holiday) went down with “Toilet Bandh” for me.

“You See Me. You Don’t”

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“Move faster, You!!”, I cried as trying to make past the way through the busy crowded 8 am Delhi street .

The person it was directed to looked back as at me and as if perplexed by something or like he did not came to find the origination of that sound. It was then I remembered I am invisible at the moment. I clicked back the gadget which I have found the day before. Shaped as a watch it but large for any humane fist it was an odd finding for me. But I bought it thinking it to be a good decoration item for my Mom’s drawing-room, but she hasn’t consented. Its looks horrible where ever you place it, she had claimed and asked me to keep it in my room since I had the stupid mind to waste money such like. “Dare you try and throw it away!”, she had challenged.

Visible to the human eyes now and hearing “Hawww” from passers by, I made a note not to appear so suddenly.

I came to know of this magical and un-natural property of an electronic gadget this very morning as I woke up from my slumber with a hangover of yesterday party. I had found the watch wrapped to my hand, an obvious effect of my drunkenness the other night. I tried to remove it and go to the bathroom, but it was entangled it seemed the wire had protruded and had sunk in the flesh of my knuckles. It pained, so I left the idea for the time being. I went to the bathroom. Bent over to the washbasin and washed my eyes. I moved up to look at my face and expecting to see sullen eyes and bad hairdo. I did not see it. I twisted my face side to side and wondering which position am I standing in. Is it a dream, or am I drunk, or am I standing at all. I looked at my hands they were there, touched my face and it certainly felt. What have happened?

I went to look for my mom, hoping for a scolding with a morning tea. I stood in front of her and she was reciting her mantras. I stood there and she looked up from her Holy book and said, “Wake up Sapphire. I am about to make tea.” I was surprised and asked you can not see me. She looked up again and saw no one, so she got up and went to my room and knocked. I said come in from behind and she startled up but went in. “Are you joking with me!”, she cried finding my bed empty. I looked at the watch clearly now as my mother searched the house for me. I could clearly see a green light blinking in it. I touched it. “There you are. Where were you?”, my mom inquired and I didn’t had words to express my joy at the thing I have just discovered.

Now out of the house and visible and invisible at moments I did not know what to do. In my mind there were thousands of things running on simultaneously. I can be going up in bus and need not pay the fare. I can escape in to the movie theatres and enjoy a movie for free. I could get our term end exams question paper beforehand. I could take food from McDonalds and feed the poor. I could stop people from littering. I could go to any actress and touch her. I could make people do things for me by making them fear me. I could act as a god. I could be like the “Hollow Man”.

The great discoveries bring great responsibilities. This I realized and decided not to let it get on my head. A power that I now had is something no body has. I was thinking in these thoughts and was moving my own way.

“Splash!!!” came a sound and I found myself wet in water from the gutter overflowing on the main road. I shouted behind the car which had caused the slurry water to fly up in the air and I found people around me laughing at an event not at all funny. This enraged me and I started walking fast. Round the corner where no body could see me I pressed the red button on the watch and I was invisible again. I took off all my clothes which were stinking and threw them. Stark naked now, which I found a great advantage of having the gift of invisibility.

Finding no point in going to college now, as I was naked and there would be no chance of making myself visible all the way, I decided to return. But I stopped and turned back.

What if I go to college attend all classes and be there all the time, invisible like air in the atmosphere. I decided to go. Naked and invisible, may be the first ever person in the history of the world but alas would not get registered in ‘World Book Records’, I headed for the bus.

Aboard in a DTC an open space a gap of a human which constantly irked the eyes of the bus conductor. People too were perplexed to see such wide space and not able to occupy. An elderly gentleman seated at the very place where I stood and finding so much space beyond raised his hand to usher people to move forward. His hand raised in goodly action hit my testes with a thud. I fell forward, my hand down to cover my most sensitive, and my head hit his. I shrieked and the elderly gentleman shouted “Ghost” to which no one responded. It made him leave the seat and head out for the door. I finding the seat empty moved to occupy and another man did the same and we collided. I realized this is the bad of being invisible. I could be hit by a car, without anybody’s fault and will never be found.

With a new air of information I de-boarded at the college. In class there was lecture already started and I do not need to ask for any permission. I walked in and took my seat at the end of the class. The lecture as usual was boring about Theories and Financial decisions. I got up from my seat and went to the board picked up the chalk beside the lecturer and wrote on the wall “Bullshit”. There was a gasp as no one saw how such a thing got imprinted on the board. “Its boring”, I shouted which must have brought out real jitters to the class and before the lecturer could have afforded to do something a whole class ran out.

I moved behind the lecturer and notice people were looking, not at him but me. I noticed my hand which were white and the sprinkles of chalk on my penis. This must have made those parts visible. So probably people saw a mass of floating chalk running when I went into the bathroom. There were two others at the urinal. I stood beside them and leaked. I washed the chalk off me.

I went out to the college corridor with water dripping from my hands and seemed visible. This I did not mind. I walked out and into the tutorial room where usually the group of famous and fabulous gathers. I have never been a part of any such group and mine was such who mostly did not preferred to arrive and attend a single lecture. I sat there in a corner listening to these single and couples chatting about a movie. They were it seemed sitting for a while and were not able to get to a decisions. Girls preferring for an Indian movie and Boys in for an English one. It was utterly nonsense and I slapped the boy near at hand and shouted “Idiotic”. They looked about and decided to leave the room.

Alone in the room and finding that being invisible is not that fun as is shown in movies. Though true one can take revenge and use the power to strike and make people do things for you, but in reality they are not doing it for you. One is cheating himself for he is not facing the facts of life. One is not accepting challenge and is invisibly trying to be the king. Thinking all this and realizing how I can use the power of the watch positively rather than negatively I was walking out of the college. “Splash!” a car zoomed by and I was again dripping with water and mud from another pit on the path. This time there was an even higher pitched laughter for a naked man standing on the path drenched in muddy water.

“Damn these MCD first”, was all I could manage.

A Letter with anticipation

Respected User,

After a long wait of three wide months and witnessing life’s most exciting events a thing like me could never have experienced otherwise, I now write to you with a request.

I have been there for three months as I have told you. The time you spent at home and I in your wallet. The time you had lunch, I in your pocket. Yes, I am the condom you haven’t used till today.

Packed by my father and baptized as ‘Kamasutra’ I was bought by you three months ago. I came along with my two brothers. Both of which were privileged to be of use to you. But I still sat in your wallet, the longest wait.

Sitting in your wallet we three, months ago went first to a place, which I came to know was your home. Then you dressed nicely and kept us (well the wallet) in your pant’s pocket; back on your arse. We did not saw anything but muffled voices reached us as you sat on your wallet. We realized soon you were with someone. Someone, on whom one of us will be assisting you. A project in hand we all three got excited. Anticipating who will go for the first time. Well it wasn’t me so I do not know how it feels.

Thereafter for days we sat in your wallet thus waiting. You taking us out of the house each day and we ‘wondering if this is the day’ were dragged along. You met other people and we were excited. You talked and we listened. It seemed that our use is at hand but alas I came to know it was called ‘flirting’.

Then the good day came and a female you dinned with like before. Then you went to someplace other than your home. You took off your wallet and we were able to witness from the podium in the room. You took off your trousers and she took off her clothes too. We were hot in your wallet with anticipation. Alas! it was my brother and not me that you used for your assistance.

Now its been three months and I am still in your wallet. I have witnessed most of your life. And know that those two women my brothers assisted you with were not same. Now I write this to you in hope of being ‘USED’.

Thanking you,
Yours,
Condom,
from wallet

Love-shove (Crap-shap)

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“I love you dammit!! Fuckin love you!!!”
“eeh..”, was the response by the mind where the statement either did not cooked or else burned down even before get tasted.
Well how many times a woman does hears such a statement from a man. One could guess outright- numerous!
There comes a time when one has to no matter what accept it and ask it. The one always being from the male fraternity.

The question or more sort of a forced revelation here came from Satish. The guy had been overly conscious in front of his classmate in college and after advisory from all his friends-learned, champions and unluckily single- had concluded it to be his ‘Love’. The emotions and sentiments were discussed among friends in his presence- and should be told- also in his absence, and thereby derived that Satish has finally found his ‘Love’.

“Abey, This is how you will say it? Proposing or Looting yaar??”, yelled one of the learned.
“Idiot!! Will die single!!”, revealed another with strong proximity of knowing the future.
“Leave him. He can’t do it”, proclaimed the third.
“Haram-khoron!! Sitting there and commenting have you ever revealed your heard to any woman!! Bloody sitting and enjoying!!!”, called an irate Satish.
This was the practice of proposing Priya, the concluded gild for Satish.
The learned group of single friends who always come up for the fellow non-single mates in quest for his love one. A reliable group trying to match-make for each other and in the process making it entirely complicated –‘who-is-looking-for-whom’.
The group had met at odd occasions –day, night, before college, after college- and had trained their mate for the next step of his life- Proposing or Mating for that matter. After weeks of rigorous training, they were satisfied with the outcome and decided the following day is auspicious for the proposal.

After great lecturing about dos and don’ts to be taken care of at the time the great revelation, they left Satish to his own devices. Priya came to college as usual. A simple face, with no make-up wearing a jeans and a full length T-shirt over it. Nothing extraordinary or out of the blue. A woman who could easily be lost in a crowd among others. Satish saw her. He found her. Now he searches for this face every morning in college. A face he more eagerly expects to look at then visiting the temple regularly.

In spite of his friend’s recommendations and training he had decided something of his own. Something irregular, something unique- something she has not heard of and thereby being his chance for this lottery.

**

“Hello, Priya.”, uttered a perspiration filled Satish.
“Yes?”, enquired the lady on being stalked so.
“Sorry to stop you in this manner. I have something to say”, managed Satish.
“What? My T-shirt not right? Does something shows?”, gasped Priya evoked by this thought and started checking for any misfits.
“No, No, NO! I have been looking to talk to you regarding a very special subject”
“What??”
“Can we move to a less crowded zone.”
“Why? I don’t go to corners with strange men. I know your sorts. Wanting to take advantage of decent girls.”
Satish could not help to form a word for minutes. What he had thought, planned is not only going down but the characteristics of his lady love –which he had imagined all this while- does not match with her true self.
“NO!! I am not going to take any advantage. Please listen, its important.” ,begged Satish.
“I know your types.”, claimed Priya and started to walk away from him.
“Listen,” said Satish as he reached for her hand. She turned back. Satish thought exactly like he had hoped it to happen. But before he could utter the formed words in his mouth ready to find sound Priya said, “You love me, don’t you!”
Satish shocked that Priya knew and at the same time thinking why she did not talked to him if she knew. But he said, “Yes, How do you know!?”
“I have been proposed by four other guys in this college. Cheapsters!! Don’t know anything about woman.”
And she went off with all her sanctity and Satish standing there bewildered why he did not got to say more. More, for his love was greater than those other four morons. His love was pure. His love was above all.

**

The friends awaiting eagerly for Satish return and to know of the gains in his quest, inquired of him.
“Women are confused.God knows what women want.”, mused Satish,” Love-shove, Crap-shap”

When Cupid struck me First 2006

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[This Blog is written for "Blogadda Contest:My First Crush"]



A first crush, a feeling that creeps up in some part of your heart and either sinks down to your stomach and is digested like a good food or else climbs up your head, then unraveling madness strikes you.

This feeling did not anyhow struck me at the age of nineteen for before that I never knew anything that could be so exciting, dangerous and occupying at the same time.

My first crush happened to be a girl in second year of my college. A hearty soul, a paradigm divine. I had been shifted from section B in my college to Section A (reader do not consider it a promotion, as sections were allotted on first admission basis, though it brought an advancement in my hearts life).

I did not know of such a soul as Sonia existed in any universe- this or parallel. But to my surprise it did. I saw her a week after college had started, for I was late in rejoining. She sat on the middle row front bench that day. I could not have helped noticing her, well who can with a person present who is not only beauty but a witting mind for which not many in female sect are famous. She has an every ready comment for everything.

The first lecture of second year (well, for me at least) was in proceeding. My phone rang in between and I was all in shock for I thought it was on silent mode and hence had not effort-ed to bother a check. The preposterous rings (which happened to be “Addicted” by Enrique on my newly bought Sony K700i) were accompanied by a comment (which enchanted me ever till now) “Show-off”.

I looked to my right front at the middle front bench from where the comment came. Well a woman so confident to comment aloud in middle of a running class, when even the professor wasn’t bothered, engorged me.

At this point I must also tell about Nidhi. She was with me in Section B and we were transferred together with others like Shreya (another beauty in our session, who somehow was never single from the first year itself-well good options are always pre occupied) and others. Nidhi and I used to hang out too much (which was strictly studies I assure).But as it is that people won’t leave a good friendship of two opposite sexes unblemished and rumor had it, we were girl-friend and boy-friend within months in our first year itself (Crap!!). And as bad name flies faster than wind or may be at the peculiar same speed it had reached in Section A, or I wonder every body in all sections knew about it.

By now I had advanced in talking to my assaulter on the first day of second year. In front of her I was like a first year being ragged. I had secured in asking her for her cell phone number. Sonia had friends like her. Manika, a girl with enthusiastic retort for every reasonable utterance. Divya, with all hearts of making everybody smile and not to speak of her fights with professors. I wonder how, but they made a good pair for a jostling happening life.

Well as nature has it, Nidhi was being stalked about the same question about whether I was her boy-friend. This time it was the goddess herself along with group. This just in progress when I reached college and Nidhi begged to be rescued. Well it was hard, with a figurine of Aphrodite in front of me, but I managed to deny the very fact that I even know Nidhi. A curious cat does not stay calm when she smells fish. And like it they wont stop. So I claimed girl-as-a-friend Apostle. Sonia said “We don’t know of such a thing and a girlfriend is a kissy-wissy thing only”. Hearing it, I do not know was it butterflies or rats, but something kicked and I replied “Well it’s not the case and so she is not mine. If you want I could be yours.” and hurried from the corridor as quickly as the words came.

The next and most of my grueling in this first or last crush was at my apartment. I have shifted in my second year with friends Pranjal and Anant in separate sections of same course. They both are witness to a long process of a liter hearts romance turning into and obsession and finally settling around somewhere between stomach and mind.

At points it became so delightful to visit college in view to look at her but nothing fanciful. I wonder if I could have been used as a pawn and sometimes wonder it would have felt great if I had been. Well I deposited exam fees for her and friends, and it felt great don’t know why-does that count?

The point of my obsession reached so high that I messaged her of my hearts state at night and even denied looking at her the next morning. Well guess that could be something that this crush is still so and has stayed alive somewhat in these four past years.

It wasn’t a filmy story which ends good and then of course nobody talks of post-love life for the people. Well nobody wants to hear that and this post it not about it either. Well it is a good hearts memory and I do not know how it reads when I have mouthed it.

Biogenetics: A Marvell

I recently watched “The Sixth Day” starring Arnold and the sci-fi movie about cloning and advantages. This thought of Cloning et al is around now for several years. Well my sister who happens to be a science student, unlike me who cowardly hid away (and certainly no regrets at that) tells me it’s a very outdated topic.

Of what I know, from my knowledge gained from bits and parts, cloning is just a narrow part of the bigger field – Biogenetics. This field has a number of hidden secrets in it.

If one can clone a whole humans as have happened in last decade, human parts can also be cloned. It can also be imagined that how a person with an amputated limb can go back home with a perfectly new one. Obviously it is not possible to clone a 20 year old directly, as if already population is quite controlled, it is greatly possible to increase a healthy life for person.

A lung cancer patient can have a cloned lung implanted. Well this is being worked upon, is exciting to think about.

Not only humans but animals, The animals extinct now, thanks to humans the guardian can restore back our environment. With environment troubles around saving our flora and fauna can become easy of a sudden.

But then a vision requires great efforts to be converted to reality. Hope somebody somewhere is unriddling it.


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Vaishno Devi Trip 2006

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A divine trip was not in my mind when my pal Ashwani suggested we go on a trip together to celebrate, well too many things at once. One, we cleared first year in college. Two, they all got cleared in their CA papers. Three, our friendship strengthened in last one year of our college life so this was a very welcome celebration. Four, We needed to get out of Delhi any way. Hence a trip to Vaishno Devi was readily accepted in September of 2006.

Therefore, we five Ashwani, Pranjal, Manish, Ashwanis aunts son Atul and myself were booked for the trip. Tickets bought of Indian Railways by the proposer himself a month before the trip. Most of the college in that one month was spent deciding what to take and what not to, also of the search for an appartment in the vicinity of our college since I and Pranjal had decided to live together that year.

Well the auspicious three day trip time had arrived. I and Pranjal arrived together as we were roomies now. Manish arriving from Gaziabad and Ashwani from Shahadra (though he lived in Faridabad) with Atul.

The train was timed at 2300 hours and we certainly were too excited to reach the place by 2000 hours. We chatted a bit and stories were exchanged of various other trips five of us have had in past 20 years of our life.

Excited and eccentric we boarded our train 'Jammu Tavi Express' when it was announced. We immediately changed to easy goin half pants since our whole night will be spent in train and the proposed time of arrival happened to be 0630 hours the next morning. We had brought about a number of items to spend in the night and since we knew no body's gonna get to sleep on the whole trip for it was all about having fun. These items included an Mp3 player, Cards and Ludo. Pretty much of every thing required. Since we had fed ourselves a nice feast till the time train had arrived we only carried water bottels for the trip.

We started by chatting around some more, well that is one thing that did not stop the whole trip to be precise. Well a whole trip of video-ing each other on our camera phones. Playing cards and gnawing fraud by one or another. The ludo time with four sitting on the upper booth and one sitting by the window hearing to Mp3 player and commenting on stations passed by. Needless to mention that others about us were sound asleep. Though there were comments on the tube still on at 0100 hours in the morning which some how increased to there sleeplessness, than the fact that a whole room was moving. A pleasure that none of us could enjoy since a moving room and a shaking bed was not our idea of a perfect sleep.

A particular incident in the train which, all must have experienced or witnessed once in a while if you travel by Indian railways, well that was mine first. An elderly gentleman had been on the train awake as we were and who clearly forgot which berth he was allotted to and roamed about in the train from one to another, chatting friendlily. Later, We found out he did not had a confirmed reservation. Poor soul had to bribe the train conductor and go without a berth. There was also a commotion about the train when he was next to our berth. I did not hear it complete, for I had Mp3 thrust into my ears. Later I found out he found a very unwelcome berth to hang about which was possessed by a lady at that moment. Rest could be imagined.

Well the train unlike the natural order of things with railways in India, arrive pretty much on time. Ashwani has arranged it all. Actually he was a regular Vaishno Devi pilgrim - may be every other month. We went to a 'Dharamshala' where we had a room to us. We relaxed and freshened up.

In an hour or so we were all ready to start our climb up the Himalayas, the auspicious pilgrimage to Vaishno Devi. The long stretch pathway which now also has trolley for what I believe sick and old, but is also used by really dull people who can not imagine what they miss down the mountainous path.

The Delhi we started from was hot with departing summer which wasn't too complacent to leave. Here it was cold and unrealistically or so to say to the ill advise of my dear roomie I did not took a single strand of a warm cloth up here. Now as we moved up carrying our baggage's with us and with temperature falling and with nothing on I had a reaction. At this point you should know this does not happen to me during winter and I am from hills of Uttrakhand, but Jammu is really cold. Well the reaction was that my body to say warm was making me to visit the loo, and that too really soon. This and every public convenience from base of the journey till we climbed up I actually have tested all the toilets.

Ashwani, as I have told is a regular pilgrim, so he knew the ways quite right. So we used cheat codes and reached a level high. In my defense I was just following.

It was a fascinating trip ever with pauses to snap photos off two cameras we took with us (one of Manish and the other of Ashwani) and to feast.

At night we were up the mountain and really close to the temple. Ashwani the expert guide informed a morning aarti at 0500 hours the next morning is the best time for darshan. We all readily agreed. I still cold already had made five trips to the toilet in past five minutes of our arrival at the hotel, was suggested to lay down. Well I dozed off after a cup of tea and a conversation about wishes we were to ask tommorrow.

The next morning i was woken up by 0400 hours. everybody had tea and freshened up.I was made to wear three shirts for they sought I wont survive, which i thought could have been the case way up.

At 0500 hours we were in the line outside the temple with Prasad in our hands. It was exciting and not to mention cold. We went in through the temple and down the cave. It was fascinating inside the cave where you have to duck and move.

Back outside we headed our way down which was really quick then the climb. With still regular pauses for Breakfast, Lunch and Photo.

On our way down, we took a dip in river Ganga. It was a real refreshing bath in the cold water, actually fills one with warmth and calmness.

We reached the Jammu Tavi station on time. It was a night journey back as well- though this time a moving compartment, a shaking bed of iron did not stop us and we all dozed off silently on the trip back to Delhi.

The World Environment Day: Hypocrisy

The World environment celebrated on 5th June every year. The elated fact came to my reminiscent memory after I popped open the days newspaper. It was exactly like an alarm clock bugging in on a hangover. With sleepy eyes I open to look for the hot news in our ever hot newspapers and on every page I found articles about Birds, trees, sewerage, on-going construction sites menace etc. It was then the realization came over.

So it was World Environment Day and it seemed everybody was doing his part or trying to or just pretending to. I won’t judge.

I am a person of conscience and so it happens as a matter of fact it shrieks, shouts and attempts to help me decide a right. A fact remains that I am human and human does not so much listen to his conscience too much. So these facts cleared, my conscience shrieked me to contribute. My mind boggled hw I can share it.

Another fact that 5th June this year in 2010 happened to be a Saturday. As out of a routine, recently developed, I am used to sit up on my laptop for a very secretive US-UK-INDIA well actually the worlds top mission—Mission Facebook.

As my mind was still boggling me to think of a contribution I could make to preserve our environment I found a friends update wishing a “Happy Environment Day”. This made me think why wish this a particular day or boggle your mind to contribute on this day. This act requires being committed every day. Well as I already said I am a human my status read-“Happy Environment Day—on this day I decide to 1. Recycle, 2. No plastic, 3 Plant trees”.

Satisfied with my petty and pathetic contribution on this Environment Day I went to throw out the garbage in a polyethylene bag.

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Why Bloody facebook!!

[This is written for pure amusement and well a real fact too, for everybody is suffering because of this facebook worm. I will like to say though I may be against facebook addiction, but I do agree of some good things. I have met some very good friends of foreign places. They are treasure to me. What follows has no resemblance to anyone but me. Its a creation of mind with some of the spices added up on my side. I still like to proclaim I am very lucky to find friends like Kevin, Matt, Mikey, Maggie, Carolyn, Ligui on facebook.]

This "facebook" was happening just when I over came the past culprit of time waste namely "orkut". It was like you come out of one vicious circle and got trapped in another. I know I am an addict of technology and an addict never helps himself and always need help. Unlucky for me that I live alone and thus nobody can help me when I sit upright whole, well most of it, night on my laptop.

It happens so when you woke up in the morning with sun well fit up in the sky, staring at you from the window all red with anger. You realize you are late for work and then when you reach office your boss is sitting with that satirical gloom in his eyes and asks "This is happening everyday now?" You try and make excuses, but well off your excuses don't help everyday.

Then you move to your seat and were getting ready for the day or whatever of it you have to spend in office. Then you check your phone, for you feel there could be messages. Yes there are and the number tolls to 8 or 10 during whole time you were travelling. You check them, one from friend and rest from facebook, for you have subscribed to friends updates and comments you receive on your status.

You would not have bothered to comment on these messages until you would have reached home, after all its not good to do a personal satisfying thing using your boss's recourses. But since you know, its tempting. you make your heart strong. You fight with your brain rattling all the while to 'comment', 'reply' or 'like' your friends updates or messages. You decide no, office is not to brood of your personal friendships. Well, you were happily settled at that when your phone vibrates along with "Beep...Beep...SMS", that pleasant tune most of us had heard. You are to check it, but already know what it could be. As you feared another 'comment' on your facebook status. This is too much temptation to control. You snap, you break off the goal of your office to make you feel at home (but not obviously behave as if at home). You check around, no one.

www.facebook.com

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New enlightening knowledge just hit you. Or did you forget, your office has a well off I.T.(information Technology, and not Income Tax) Department which has locked off all social networking sites.

Temptation has hit you, and temptation always has one solution to quench. But how you think. In that minute you received another message.

No. God forbid these facebook people who send these messages. A friend updated the status. Now you have reached heights, you could not sit in front of your work files until and unless you have replied.

You get anxious and call a friend. You tell him its happening again, bad then the one with 'orkut', back in college days. Your friend understands, after all he was one of you. He suggests you to focus on your work, you could not afford to skip deadlines. You understands, well good friend always make you do right.

Its one hour past, your phone is on 'silent' mode inside your desk. You haven't checked it since and were able to go through fine. You feel great. But then you receive a call from bose asking you of somebody's number. You without thinking of consequences, and like a good employee reach your desk, pick up your cell phone and press 'unlock' followed by '#'.

God! What is this you see. Thirty messages, What the hell! You think you are the one this site got to stalk so. You give your boss the number he asked for. The phone disconects, but you cell is still in your hand. You are tempted again. You start reading these messages.

'Comment', 'Status' updates, 'Message' this is what fills your cell phone now all from similar looking numbers. You have to reply some, your mind is boggling to share what is coming to your mind. Hell! what should be done. You think of calling the same friend. No! shouts back your conscience. He is a moron, he is a fool and his suggestions are always ruining.

You decide the other one, the possible addict. He is a good friend. He has same passion,err addiction. You share your problem and ask for a solution.

You are happy. He is your Best-est friend.

You come back to your seat. Now your phone is in your hand or by your side whole day and you reaching out for it every second or so.

You move from your desk, probably two steps and your phone vibrates. You run back to it. Type and leave your cell again. You move in same direction again, and again you hear your phone vibrates, again you return back and type. You leave your cell again and run, for you may hear it again.

You are back and even before you sit, your hand reaches out to hold your phone.

Finally the day ends and you are happy. Finally you could freely type and access your facebook through your mobile phone. Its 'facebook mobile' as your second blessed friend has suggested. Now you can go home with facebook open every second on your cell till you reach home.

You are driving home. Your phone back to 'general' mode. It rings when you receive a message and you know its some friends news. You check it at every 'stop' signal.

You reach home and open your facebook on your laptop. It shows a birthday update of a friend. You forgot to wish.

How could you, you wonder. You never missed wishing on anybody's birthday. What ill had got into you, you wonder. Well, you think its still today. You can call him now.

You pick up your cell again and dail. A plesant females speaks back:

"You do not have sufficient balance. Please recharge and try again!"

What! you had recharged enormously last week. Where did all that money go! You don't remember calling anyone. Then the unfortunate hits you and you decide to post the birthday wish on the friends wall..

"Hi, Happy b'day..<3....sorry>

Then you go to your second friends wall (the one who suggested using 'facebook mobile') and:

"You Idiot, it costs to use net on cell. You never told me. I will KILL you."

And finally your status read:

"Bloody friends got me killed today. I am out of balance. Give me credit. plz. :("

This goes 'like' by five people in next three minutes.

A weekend experience of IPL

So it was Sunday ,the 25th of April,2010 and it was Indian Premier League (IPL) Finals. Those who don't know (which is hard ,for Indians are astoundingly crazy for cricket), its a new form of Entertainment and Sport combined, the sport being a cricket match, but that does not matter for entertainment have a bigger do. It was season three (IPL 3) that was running around this year and I don't know when the first have even ended, let alone when did this one start (???). In these matches they only have 20 overs per team and has been devised to be called as 'T20 IPL Season 3'.

Well to start off, I must confess I hate cricket all together. I have never in my life watched even a single over, let alone to talk of Ball. I am absolutely blank (If knowing about four's and six's is knowledge enough) about what cricket is actually, well I was, when Sunday night changed it all.

It was on Thrusday that my mate, Pranjal called me and suggested why not go and watch IPL at the Theater, which was a new thing IPL tried-I told you more entertainment, less sport. I having my own doubts, but wanting to not be thought as a mood spoiler, unsporting, and virtuous enough( yes virtuous, its it to love cricket) I agreed but said he should ask somebody else.

At this point you should know that Pranjal knows I am not into cricket. One should also know he is lazy bones (sorry, but you are) and will not go any where alone, had asked me for he was wanting to go and was not able to find anybody. I being an option of last resort.

On Friday I was called again. He said we would be five going to watch IPL at the theater and to give him my Debit card number to book tickets online. Which I gave to him and which was:

" Write :

53xxxxxxxxxxxxxx"

I am not revealing it here of course.

So that was it, Rs 150 ticket with online booking charges of Rs 15 additional per head on five living humans going to watch a cricket match at a theater,to be live telecast-ed from Mumbai, four of whom were for the love of it and one despised.

Then came the fortunate evening. We entered the Hall at 7:30 pm with the big play ground of 'Dr DY Patil Sports Academy, Mumbai' was focused on the big screen of The auditorium. It was Chennai Super Kings vs Mumbai Indians.

The start, which took about 15 minutes, was of ending ceromony of IPL 3. This was the most interesting part for me. We had Indian actress Bipasha Basu, Shahid Kapoor and A. R. Rehman performing , with Rehman performing "Jai ho"(which every person in world knows) and "Vande Matram" (my favorite). This being the most captivating part of the entire performance.

The match began after a toss won by Chennai Super Kings who decide to Bat. The whole match was captivating for the other four,or should say everybody in that house full hall besides one, who were howling at every out and growling at every miss, for those supporting Mumbai Indians (Sachin Tendulkar) and vice versa for those supporting Chennai Super Kings (M.S. Dhoni). I on my part was trying hard to keep awake and watch my first match in life, probably my last too, for I had paid for this thing.

Well I was able to watch the whole match not without effort. But the match was good and surprisingly I was able to maintain interest and amazingly didn't fall asleep. I was howling whenever my pals did, I could not have gone against them obviously, had to follow their choice Tendulkar.

Well I assume all have watched the match and already know the results, Chennai Super Kings won. Yahoo!! I am always beside the winning team. With all the supporters of Super Chennai Kings howling and praising for Dhoni, my friends were with faces as if I just passed away. With blames,comments and lots of suggestions we came out of the auditorium.

"It was Mumbai Indians bad Fielding to have allowed Chennai Super Kings to make 168 runs". "No the batting order was wrongly put out, Pollard should have batted first" et al was the conversation beyond my understanding and so no involvement.

We came out of all and all out of the black came to realise we haven't had anything for dinner. Yes everybody forgets dinner on a match day, and amazing I did too. Its 12:35 am and Monday has started. We are hungry and start roaming about in our Columbus-ian search for dinner or breakfast or whatever one could have at that hour. We roamed for half an hour when an idea struck one of places open in Delhi for 24 hours. "Which one", one asked. The other replied, "Places where journey starts or ends, Railway station or an Interstate Bus Terminal(ISBT)."

Had i known this escapade was also a part of this "nice IPL match under AC on big screen" experience I would have delightedly escaped. Alas! Had i only known. We went to Kashmere Gate (ISBT) to have our dinner. The auto charged a hundred , double its day price. I should have understood that here at night everything sells at a double, but again I did not.

We had our dinner, not delicious, but since we were hungry, we veggies would have settled for meat I suppose. This too was charged a double. Then gulping a glass of tea each we went to our friends rented apartment at 3:30am where we dozed off within seconds to be woken up by alarm the next day and rushing for classes and then to office.

It was an experience worth a post.

My Memory of Kevin Edmunds

Four days from today (25th April 2010) I send a friend request (on Facebook) and alonglside a message to Kevin Edmunds. I was accepted and he greeted me with a "Hey".

He was son of Mr Andrew Williams and Alice Whitefoot. Born on 24th of August 1990. He was a pleasant boy yearning to learn and with good memory (for he remembered words of hindi I told him).

He loved learning new things and loved hunting, of which I did not approve (well he was jailed and fined for it). He was eager to talk and also responded in Hindi with me, quite a sharp learner I would say.

He was from Ponying he told me and was in Brighton for study (which he did not loved and left after completing his year 12) and work (which he told "Wel i worked at a café, soccer coach for kids and played soccer for a private club".). He had a Horse (Spark) and a Dog (Spike) at his home village in ponying.

He was kind and what I came to know of him in these four days made me close to him. He was a gentle figure of human. He was suffering from a disease called ALS"(amyotrophic lateral sclerosis)".

He loved his family and was very fond of them. He said he wants them to smile always. i felt he was brave to fight with the disease and knowing his end has cum to settle with it. Well I did promise him not to tell of him as a diseased person. Sorry Kevin.When I told Kevin we will miss him, he replied, "Dw i'l always be there every sec wid al my mates." Such positive thought he brooded.

He was funny and enterprising. I told him in next life he should be born as my son and I will name him "Kevin" only. I sent him a Son's request, which he wasn't able to accept (hope he did it in his heart). He also agreed to learn all the pujas (ceremonies), festivals of India and also to the traditional Indian name where my Grand mother and mothers name and his future mother when he is born as my son will be attached and after that our clan name (caste).

He took life very handsomely, though I have not been able to meet him ,which will be a regret always.

My last memory of him is of the game we were playing, where I gave him a word and he was to write what came to his mind (which i basically did to know him better and keep him busy from thinking much at the hospital). The last word i gave him was last night (IST time) was my own name which he did not replied. I will always want to know what he thought of me.

It was at 5:32 am (UK time, as his friend Matt told me) that Kevin's soul left his body.

I lost two great friends on facebook within a week. I don't want to loose more. Hope Kevin met Mikey in the other world.

I wonder what use is this medical field which could not cure a 100 year old disease (as Kevin told me). Or God just wants every good person to leave this earth soon.

This is Kevin's Page on facebook:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1437250737#!/profile.php?id=1437250737&v=wall

Will remember you always Kevin, always. You will be in my Heart.Love.

May your soul Rest in peace.

Hope to meet you in Heaven one day.

For we are Men

Technicality, technicality!

I live aboard a place where there are many mediums of
transportation. save I travel frequently by local trains.
These trains draw from a boarding point and runs to each
station picking or dropping its mates at respective station.

I reside somewhere between these picking and droppings, which
means the station I board from is a continuous momentary
stoppage.

Beginning a year there has been some changes in schedule due
to start of a new train service called 'Ladies Special'.
Its also local but only Women are allowed to board it or
consequently any person who does not have a penis is
allowed to board.

This has resulted in our ( the ones who has penis) train
is rescheduled after the 'Ladies Special'. One can incessantly
guess the male population awaiting with females at the station
when 'Ladies Special' arrives, with all females seemingly
evacuate the station in it. Though the irony is that these
trains are driven by males.

This particular day, for some technical error, the
'Ladies Special' came to a halt at the station. All females on
board, and males standing on the station staring or rather
smirking at this special train. Thank God their are female
law enforcers in every compartment or else this
'Ladies Special' would have been raped of all specialty today.

A point to note is that on all other regular trains, there are
two compartments reserved for women, though they never have any
law enforcers and have been raped out of "being reserved". Still
I wish same could have been done for the ones who have penis.

A further point that I could not help sharing is that number of
females traveling through and fro , for work or else, is only ten
percent of the population-which obviously travel at different
hours. So putting one train for a visit "UP" travel and same for
"Down" travel only once a day is injustice. Well then putting a
'Ladies Special' is injustice in itself. What about equality?

And so its technical as I say ( for I have a penis) that I can not
board a 'Ladies Special'. Though note the drivers of this train who
are males do give a lift in their small chamber to as many as possible.
They surely are sympathetic with the cause, well they have penis too.

A tribute to Mikey Timmins

I came to know of a 17 year old boy from great britain about 4 weeks ago, when I had chatted with him on my brothers Facebook profile (which had left him with good "comment" quantity, and he was happy).

He had asked my brother of where he stayed an had mentioned his being Birmingham( to which my brother had ignorantly questioned 'where is it?'), Great Britain.

I asked him what he did , and he replied that he was in college, taught boxer. Asked me what I did and told him CA, to which he asked my age and I came to know his- being 17 years. I was delighted to have been acquainted to a foreigner, as we Indians usually do, and was strangely impressed by the curriculum of study in the other countries.

A week after his post read- ' ...next 24 hrs critical.'. I was astonished and on enquiry got to know that he got meningitis and was suppose to require an operation ('on his head' as I came to know 3 days week later by his brother Billy Timmins).

He came but once after that online and whatever I have come to know post operation abot Mikey has been via his brother Billy. I today came to know that Mikey passed away. He was on life support which was decided to be removed, for no chances of his cure was seen.

This I am unable to grasp that how are diseases still taking such toll and could not help thinking of this 17 year old, who had a sweetheart by the name Sophie. A lad of 17 who had not even started collecting memories. An age when a child officially starts to think, feel and understand. Well the cultures may be different, this divide may be enormous but emotions are same.

I will miss you and remember you as a worthy chapter in my story of life. I wish we had met, well I had wished that the first and only time we chatted on my brothers profile. I pray to God that your soul may rest and in next life you meet those you so leave with tear full eyes and pain full hearts.

God Bless you and give strength to your family to coupe with such horrendous loss, that anybody could not think of for anyone-so why does God?

This is Mikey Timmins facebook profile link:

http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000717243581

The Will of Earth

I am dying. The sheer fact that it is known to all doesn't
put remorse in anybody's heart. It is told to them, artific
salutes being made-movies, paintings and representations.

I am dying and they know it all. Still I am laden with dirt-
the pollutants from human industries, garbage from houses.
I thought I gave you food. I was once proud of it, of giving
you bounties of fruits, chemicals, precious stones. I thought
I do so great. Have so many children that I bore. My sisters
had warned me. My son Moon warned me the day this human
specie invaded him. I had not cared.

My son Moon told me that what I am so proud of, and one that is
capable of reaching him could change nature all togather. I was
warned this race has outdid time and time will outdo them. My
sisters all from Jupiter to Pluto warned me that those who do not
stick to their nature and are curious to know more than their
capability, such creatures bring their own doom.

My sisters, my son you did warn me and I had not taken heed.
Now my doom has been created with these humans still careless,
still irreversible in their acts.

O, still still, this Earth sisters, this Earth, my son will play
out foul and these humans run to sheath on you all. O, still! still!

Malicious Heat

Its summer again, and in delhi its already on my mind-so
you know how hot it would be. Its the time which is longest,
for its hot here for 3/4 of a year.

The most hatable thing is how you get up in the morning and its
sweat on your body,reminded of the sheer fact that you have not bought a
cooler yet and could not afford an air conditioner.

You want to bathe quickly with cold water, but your tank always has it hot
since previous day. You wait for the government tap to start dripping so
as to have a cold water bath.

You bathed and feel relaxed, start dressing for you have office and duties
to fulfill, and whats this-perspiration again.

God, Heat-hate!!

A rendezvous with destiny

The time wasted is time lost. This particular thought incited
people to move fast in life, faster still to achieve something.
We all are looking for something in life, or rather running
after something, what that is not all know. It is flickering
with time-changing in nature, shifting its place and is never
found where it was vouched to have been seen before.

The destiny, call it desire which is more sinfuland achievable
than destiny which most of us are in sheer glint of. Desire of
"haves" is as peculiar as theories of "Demand","Supply" et al.

Once achieved the value gets lost. Guess that is why it is
claimed that God keeps us quavering for if we come to know the
Destiny is being achieved the worth of living will be forgotten.
That could be due to this that humans are never short of desires.
They get multiplied whole and whole. It is not in human to settle
with on achievement, that is why we quiver.

We are humans in all our best and worst and will remain with this
peculiar human traits. We will half loose ourselves the day we
reach our destinies and stop desiring.

In short their cannot be a rendezvous with destiny, not atleast alive.

My trip to Doon: {Holi 2010}

Last time I was visiting Doon, it was during Holi 0f 2010 (not to mention that I am leaving for Doon tonight) , it was an adventure in itself.

I was visiting with my friends Preeti & Shilpi, for they are friends from my home town-togather since past 18 years now.

I should mention that there are not us but seemings 200 lakh people in delhi who come from outside and seemingly desire to visit home during these festivals. Therefore their is a huge pressure on transportation during these times.

Well with all opponents the good thing we did was book 3 tickets to Doon a week before our journey. And it paid too, for we were able to avoid queue and get our bus and ticket. Well, we were happy, for last time we had to run and fight a lot to get seats in a bus.

The thing that zero'd our happiness and we went cursing was when the bus broke down ,not even half way through, in the middle of no where.

We were shifted to other buses running that day, as we had chosen night bus and extra buses that state thought was necessary due to festive season.

We made rest of our journey sitting on bonnet of the bus, which is luckily inside unlike a car, awake and cross.

Of Wishing, Desiring & Achieving

I wish! I desire! But do I achieve every single thing I wish for? Certainly not.

The certainly, is it worthwhile to feel under achieve, curse that we over desire and most of all wish for not wishing again. What musings will it take to realize. What experience will make us considerate to these "Dreams".

We can not extinguish what all is exciting in life. We wish, we desire and we work hard to achieve desires and pray hard for our wishes to come true. These make us live. Its motive to life and not life itself.

Desiring

Wishing

Dreaming

&

Achieving, ITS LIFE.

@#$%

Oh Lord Give Pain,

To those who gave me birth,

I gave nothing,

For who was to know,

What it has in store for me-

This Life..

This Work & its facilitators

Have you ever felt why are you working? Why are you stucking with this particular employer? Why are you taking such pity, which is obviously thrown at you with loath? Why are you still carrying along with your colleagues, which are running on your nerves?

Every person has their own reason for their own selection. One friend of mine replied,"You don't have a choice sometimes. You lack the will. You lack on funds. You are stuck in the cycle of waking up everyday, without will, starting off to office, where you feel strange, and face same old colleagues, boss and their obnoxious egos'."

This has inspired this post.

Well in my opinion we are always tiring off by things sooner or later. the fact remains : We get tired. Human by nature, psychology, sociology is in constant need of change. Whether change of acquaintances, change of job profile,et al. It is due to this reason that we get tired of running through the same life everyday. Well I do not deny the reasons, for they make us sad for stopping us to satisfy this requirement.

Everything can not happen in itself though. You could stay happy in whatever condition you are, you just need to focus right.

If you think the office will be bad always, you need to go and stay in jungle again. Well that would actually be relieving. No complexity of culture or work and hunt for your own food. The man has got complex overtime and has behavior changes overtime.

You would notice the change in behavior of your colleague , boss from the first day you joined the institution to six months later. You could find chunks of changes.

This does not mean you suck up to them. You play with the tide untill its harmless, then you gradually settle for the side.

The job will always suck the third day. Its your decision to take a new on the fourth.

Choose judiciously.

Sanias' Desperation

Sania is one of the current favourite in Media, Politics (of not only India, but Pakistan as well), and 'aam aadmi'. Well, the cause is know: Her alleged marrige to Shohaib Malik of Pakistan. This act, which may have crept out of Love or sheer desperation of Sania Mirza, can not be contemplated (after all I am no reporter).

The Media, Politics and Public (for our country runs in that order) have seemingly mala fied the whole affair. This is very much not Indians should behave. Well about that what my views are similar to a friend : Who can be read on http://shilpi3005.blog.com/ (for I am feeling lazy and that is not what I intend to write.

I am dedicating this blog, gambling about reasons, Why she choose to marry?

Its desperation that is answered, She was quite into getting married the last time when she jilted the groom. This, as is Indian, must have brought a bad name. And because she is a public figure this 'bad name' got carried to whole of the world. This explains her choice for a Pakistani.

Now when she has this bad publicity to her head (which, by the way, was medias' Lolipop for over a week), who will marry her now. The parents must have shattered, after all every mother wants to see her daughter married and off. Well the padosis' must have started talking, they all do and always within hearing. One of her parents, usually dads', would have overheard a padosan talk melancholy about the poor super tennis player Sania. <'n' I bet they would compare abot some settled girl of same age from around the colony.> Hearing this the father must have felt the ache in his heart. he must have been tensed for weeks before revealing his mind th his wife,with words like," We can not keep a girl for long. Its suffocating." Now the mom will also get courage to speak, for she has her mind on same topic, but being a female could not have given mouth to such feeling. This, I am sure, was heard by Sania herself. Now she decides to marry.

Being from the famous fraternity she has her contacts. She must have rummaged her mind, for who could be her possible groom. She must have thought of going back to the previous groom, but remembers she is famous, she can not further dust her position. Then she must have thought of her powerful heritage of being a woman. She could marry anyone she wants. She must have browsed through her address book of various famous people she has come to know over these years. must have spent days checking out pros' and cons' of each and every possibility. Then shortlisting and finally arriving to a decision.

And this my friend solves: Shohaib Malik, famous cricket player from Pakistan, to be Sanias'.

*laughs hysterically while posting*

This mess is called -AUDIT

Hello, if there is anybody out there reading this.

I am a professional, though under construction, and due to be completed in May'11. Thats future, but current market requirements want of a professional of my field to be full of wits.

So, I am a professional: what sort is something my colleagues could elucidate better. This is not to brag about professionalism or anything budding in the field. This is to elucidate what i found one of the most messy job of it all, more than a Doctors' operation or a Dentists' scaling, for I am none.

This I write as my budding intention to share that an Audit is a very messy job.

This is what I argue:

1. You Look for nooks in something that has so past gone. Well you may call it Going concern, Investors interest, et al. But it still, though I hv studied or rather mugged what reasons are there, is so much troubling that why cant the so called records be checked simultaneously. Why Statutory Audit at the end of the year? Why not Statutory Continuous Audit (SCA), a degree in itself for a company.

2. Why you have to look at each and every entry made in the Financial Year under Audit. Why you have to torture everyone, the Audit team & the Company. Oh why! o y! o y?

3. Why, when on Audit, do I have to wear those formals in this heat. I am baked under those full sleeves.

4. Why we are thought experts of every thing, we are also humans-though tested to our nerves. No, I don't know what is the foreign exchange rate today!! What do you have net for.

5. Why cann't an Accountant be a plesant person, who excepts his faults, instead of prooving Auditors wrong.

6. Those heavy files, no I do not want to carry them, YOU bring them to me.

7. Finally, I can not stay out if home for so long. Why can't it be quick and easy.

Thus, I have argued about how Audit is messy. Some will say why I joined the profession then, for them, the cat may be carnivorous but it also knows how to live on milk.

We are fooled off our own kindness

Err, Irritation, is mother of no devices. This is what I have come to acknowledge, though late, in my life. It begins like an ant walking on ice cube, which then turns into a pool of water with the ant in the middle, desperate to escape, of no point. The end is Irreversible.

The Irritation and the Irreversibility of actions are the not key to anything but silent destruction of ones own articulated Composure, which once broken is hard to restore.

Then when you so perfectly owned, your Composure, and have to give away to these filthy 'Irr', which one would have not minded if spelled, Erritation and Erreversibility.

What cause could it be to erupt such a loss. Was it new neighbors? Was it that women who borrowed and has not returned? Was it ones' own self??

Well one is not capable of seeing his own Faults, or Incapabilities.

We will always testify we were Good, Kind and Just in every aspect you could look at it. Never been more Perfect in life.

It is always others, as one assures, always. The defining lady next door. Yes the culprit women who has no intention of returning the borrowed. And of course not self at all.

We did it Right, we think later, we did it Fine. It was then we realize that all that Good,Kind, Just had played a mockery on one self, and now its no more a pretense of Composure. There is Irritation.

Plain and sour.

You Look Amazing-II

Now people I haven't till yet revealed the "opportunity" I had referred about. I have though revealed the proceeding of it, the chanced luck, as now I think, of meeting Ms L in that place which holds a great divide from my home. I now proceed further an promise not to extend a short story much, an reveal everything in this edition of my post.

My chanced popping or else pooping which I instantly thought as those words escaped my mouth, were rather pleasantly taken by the earthen lady. She stopped at first and stared with a angry glance towards me, as if I was a thief caught red handed, that I thought I am in for a trouble.

I am neither brave nor respite-fully handsome at first or rather any time to look at. (This I think my duty to inform the reader.) But this time, of all others if there was any, I showed courage to proceed, rather then stay silent, and continue with my meal and let her think she mistook. Then clenching my brains into thinking, what could have possibly happened might I have talked.

I proceeded cautiously, as if I was about to catch a chicken for lunch and step slow for it has wings. "Hello Miss.", I responded to no answer but a cold stare.

"Hello Lady."

This time she responded as if sure the words flew from my mouth to her ears, for her expression changed and she returned back to her seat , facing me.

"Hi!", she retorted, much open to give way to a conversation now.

"Have you been here long, for I never noticed you?", was the question I thought appropriate to commence with.

She was actually and I have been right she has been in some other department therefore I never saw her. I found her a pleasant person to be with. She also had a glare to learn about people for she had studied psychology for sometime back home. I could not believe we talked as if acquainted to each other for a very long time. We exchanged numbers in the lunch area, very uncommon episode for me.

I called her immediately after reaching home.

We made out plans in our consecutive meetings in the lunch area an due to her acquaintance I have come to know a whole breed of foreigners working in the organisation.

Well hurrying up to this opportunity for I am not a romantic writer and nor there was any romance in this tale of mine. I left their office, having fulfilled my duty, some two weeks ago now.

And I recieved a call from Ms L that there is a place vacant in the company which requires full-time work (which I could not provide) and the job was such that requires the worker the "opportunity" of making foreign business tours continuously.

That ends my tale of opportunity, but I am still regular in calling Ms L, she could be an opportunity too.

You Look Amazing

The moments arrive in life that one does not want to avoid. These are those same situations that are referred to as 'opportunity". Once on such crossroads you have to make a choice. This choice could be made simply without giving much a thought or else thought over continuously.

At this point I would like to tell you that i am a sort of person that mistakes every thing for an "opportunity", for it has to be clear that any person of sound mind, conscious and profiteering will always want to make the best use of this 'opportunity".

Now further it does not require for me to clear that I am of most sound a mind that could have ever been born on this earth or any other planet. So I am a thinker of every such "opportunity" that comes my way.

The there's a particular "opportunity" that I would now like to reserve my attention on. this "opportunity" came my way around a month ago. I have thought over it for a month long now (as I said before I am of 'sound mind') and have gone through the choices. I have applied all my knowledge, that I have gained through the past 23 years of my life . I am still indecisive.

Well I guess you must be wondering about this so called 'opportunity' that had made my mind boggle for a month now, but sit tight its not time yet.

For a clue this "opportunity" does not involve any sort of studies (though remotely), so it will be better than a torturous tale of my 'to give or not to give my CA attempt this winter 2010' or 'Would i pass in my MA papers?'. Well they are hectic subjects that wont bother to write about. And further I also cannot guarantee that the subject thats puzzling my mind will interest you at all. After all its matter of your perspective.

Well a month ago I was sanctioned a duty from office which required me to visit a Company in Gurgaon. At this point I cant help bragging about my residence in Ghaziabad (U.P.), its a distance of nearly 50 Km that one needs to cover to reach to Gurgaon. if somebody asks me what worst can a person suffer I am sure to tell him "THIS IS!!". Its suffocating and backbreaking and I don't even want to start about time loss.

Nonetheless, this Company I was assigned to is a MNC which has started its operations in India quite recently. It has a line of professionals working hired from here and and personnel which it has brought with it from abroad. The hiring in this firm was still on and definitely every department was understaffed.

I was suppose to meet a representative from this company, a one Mr. D. He is a quite person with a pleasant personality. I have only read about the MNC's and their enormous power building in any country and also of their networks so wide, some say they also have a upper hand in politics of the nations, I definitely can't testify for this.

Mr. D was the person who elaborated to me the required details of the job I was to perform at this gigantic Corporation. He said, "Well this is just a foot in the water, the fishes are still to be caught." Well I suppose that meant market capturing.

In next six days what I learnt I can not account, but what I really can say is that I was quite impressed by the form of coherent structure they had build here in such a short time span. The hiring process was complete and they had 70:30 ratio between Indians and Foreigners working for them.

Now the interesting point is that all the company workers have lunch together provided at the cafe in the Company's premises. It is at this premise that I met a Finance CEO's secretary Ms. L. We sat at the same table where I sat. It was so obvious she didn't had anybody along. It was also sure she knew I was alone too ( for I sat in a table for two and she had asked before if that other seat was empty).

I don't usually am bothered by sitting and eating in front of anybody. MS. L here as I should tell does not belong to the 70% of Indians working in this Company. So here was my reason to feel conscious by this particular female sitting in front. I keep fighting that war in my head that all males do when surrounded by females who are alluring all the way.

The war in my head to speak a word or just let it be a lunch on a table with some unknown person. After all i was just an outsourse to this company. Any ill-will would smash me.

But I regained my courage and tried to speak. I found it as hard as Taxation Exam I gave last year. I felt my heart would come out popping on the table. Why does a non country women make me so nervous. I kept repeating to myself that she is just a human.

Well her lunch was near to an end when I popped, "You Look Amazing."