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Why do rains have to be so cruel, calculating and contemplative, condescending at times?
In a time like this, i feel like shedding a tear or two everytime it pours. Tears of pain, regret. Period. I can't stand that tear on Amma's eyes with whatever happened a while back. Even though it had always been destiny's call with stuff like this and nobody could avert such a thing, i so wish i could do a thing or two, to make her feel better. Even the pyre won't burn properly with such a rain around, I thought. But my heart did burn, nevertheless.
We have our own problems to take care of. Problems with grades, to begin with. We fuck it up, voluntarily.
Secondly, problems with girl(s). No matter how much we try to set things right, we end up screwed, involuntarily. But then isn't life about carrying all these many problems/issues/ complex/ think-of-a-more-cockier-name-shit in your satchel and moving on. Life has been shit, showing me the door, all this time.
So now, what do i do? give it back the shit? Or do i get busy with washing all the shit it's been giving me? In this very rain. Eh?
Was it the same me, who once upon a time used to eagerly wait for the showers?
And at times when they didn't materialise, would land himself into a prolonged fit of mood swings- the bad and ugly ones.? Bitch.
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This one had been lying in my drafts since a year or so. This was when, it had first rained last year. Things were real bad then. High on emotions, i typed this out. Today's rain reminded me of this. Feeling the first rain, it never felt so good like today. Couldn't have asked for a better time to share this out. 
Life has taken a perfect circle. After reading this, i put forth my belief on the fact that time heals all.
Sure it does :)

Random Memoirs

And Life takes a perfect circle. Now, i very much believe in the fact that What goes around, comes back around. You do good to people, better things happen to you. You do bad with them, shit happens to you in the same way and style you made it happen to them. Either ways, in the end it comes back to you. Its feels good, this big lesson of life has been learnt.

Random Musings- Chapter One.

Okay. I know that I've been an asshole all this time. Period.

Not that i'm proclaiming or complaining. Its just something i seldom do, ie. speaking my heart out.

Things have been not so good to me of late. Its really complicated to elaborate, but i'd try to do so.

Someone had once explained to me, people never tend to change, they stay as they are. Its the circumstances that change and shift phases in levels and multitudes.

And that was precisely what happened, in my case. Drastically, things that i once used to hate started culminating within me and cunningly attached them to my existence, piece by piece. Things that were *not so me*, bit by bit. I always thought that i was a happy person. Not exactly somebody, who would lock himself up in his room two days straight, whose mom would secure all loose electrical points and connections in his room just in case a self-gratifying thought of *you know what* comes across his otherwise sane mind. Worst case, she'd even take away all the things that'd make you bleed. Namely safety razor, the heart-shaped pencil sharpener, nail clippers, the Ganesha that was chiseled out of a single block of glass, et al just because he has listening to Lamb Of God a lot, lately.

No wonder of why i used to sport a weird beard back then.

"People don't change baby, circumstances do.", that was the direct quote. 

:x

The feeling of betraying somebody and feeling of being betrayed are bad in their own levels. 

*deep shit* in my lingo.

But what if, you put yourself in such an arrangement, that you'd feel both at the same time.?

Is there any manner by which you could do justice to yourself in such a position?

Could you forgive somebody and seek forgiveness,both at once?

Tell you what. Been there, done that.

But anyways, that was then.

And today i realize that I was born free. And it were the circumstances that chained me. 

And this very moment, i Break it away.

But then, don't you think that sometimes its safer to be in chains, than to be free?

Thoughts still keep on fighting within my mind as i get on to fight my mood swings. 

Tell you what, they are real bad.

Of Raavan, Love and Periods

October the 17th, 2010 | 2100hrs.

"Cmon dude, accept it. My smoke is denser.", Abhi proclaimed with an audacious authority as he made circles of nicotine laced smoke from his mouth, courtesy the Milds, his tenth in the day.

"Grow up bitch. Stop acting like a Montessorri wannabe.," UC replied him  and they fought over whose smoke was  whatever-it-was. Duh.! In the midst of all this, i looked up the sky where the smoke from our fags wrestled along with the smoke from the burnt crackers that had a few moments back had taken the form of an impressive display of fireworks.

These very fireworks for a moment's time had painted the Bhubaneswar sky in such a exotic manner that it would have inspired Renoir or Picasso to pick the brush and hit the canvas. That beautiful is was. Or so i believed.

My eyes glanced upon one particular type of the fireworks, the 'chakri' (read: the spinning fire wheel). It at first started glowing and began to spin. When it was at its climax, it was shimmering like some swarovski crystal at its lordly best and then, it began to dim and flickered away like a light bulb on a low voltage power source. And darkness prevailed then onwards. I still don't get it of why this thing caught my attention, but i could pretty much relate this to the elements of  Love and Sex alike.

At first, love blossoms when the sparks fly, literally.Then, the sun is at its highest peak, like the lovers say which is in turn followed by a phase of Darkness with the cold dark moon for company. Well, this is what happens, generally.

I'd choose not to elaborate the same with Sex.

*grins*

Love is like a firecracker. Love is over-rated. This was one view, the three of us shared today. By this time, the conversation over hot pakodas had also shifted to this very topic." There are other things in life that are beautiful and as much inspiring as love is. But still, why is love the only thing cellular companies, Coffee-shops and the likes cash on.eh?", UC stated. "Look at Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin. Most of their lyrics are so intriguing and addicting, yet those lines got nothing to do with love.", he continued."Totally a point.Why the fuck can't Pankaj Udhas and his ass think the same way.? He is depressing me, officially", Abhi said as some typical emotionally-wrenching ghazal played from the loudspeakers. Me and UC looked at Abhi and had a laugh over it.

"Life is way too dramatic you see. If we mortals could afford to cut most of the drama in our respective scenes and strive to live in a more practical manner, life could could be so easy, so beautiful", i don't know who said this as i was busy gazing the fireworks but this line hit me home. I actually got this feeling that God was speaking himself, totally. Maybe it was Abhi, or UC.

"Jeez man!! The fire ain't getting up its crotch. Its stuck in its skirt. I think we must leave. Its late as well.", Abhi Complained.

"Maybe, our ten-headed guy is having his periods today. So he won't burn, i guess.", That was me.

"Now, How the eff do you guess that.?", UC gave me a dirty look with this.

"Oh, Cmon, he's wearing a giant pleated paper skirt with what seems to me like black Polka dots on pink. Don't you see that, macha.?", i replied.

"Bastardos, lets go home before god gets angry on this one.", this was Abhi who was ever complaining about reaching late at home.

Broken. Part #3/3

This post is the second part of a Three-piece story. For those who wish to read it, Its highly recommended you through the first part of the story. Click here and the second part, click here. And the ones who have already done it, Please proceed. For your kind consideration - 


7 Hours later, a Park near Brigade road, Bangalore /6:28PM :


He tried hard to beat sleep. Maybe this time he succeeded. Three sleeping pills at a shot ain't any joke. Kurt Cobain had succumbed to an overdose of four pills. Marilyn Monroe, just two.
He sat on the park bench, chronicling the events of the day. Of how he managed to fly down from BBSR to BLURU, passed two security checks, changed two buses here with his backpack still on his shoulders, all when he was half asleep through the time.
Nidhi always used to talk about this place. She lived nearby and used to frequent here whenever she was in town. It was even more beautiful than what Nidhi used to talk about. Reminded him of Notting Hill, Hugh Grant and Julia Roberts on a park bench.
Yes, this place has beautiful parks and beautiful girls too. Beautiful enough to kill you, nearly kill you.


"Hay-lou!!", a dusky feminine voice said as Suresh sat with his eyes half closed, lost in thoughts of the one who was standing in front of him and had just said him 'Hi'.
He found it hard to stand up.
"Sit down. was jus' thinking of you. Sau Saal jeeyegi tu."
She said nothing but smiled. Their eyes met for a moment until she glanced away out of utter shyness the next moment.


S: "Guess what? i just nearly killed myself to get to you. Hope it does something good."
N: " Why you sayin' that to me? I'm least bothered."


And they kissed passionately.
And when the next moment they hugged, something scarlet dripped down from Suresh's nostrils and stained Nidhi's Ashen white jacket near her right shoulder.
Blood.


"Everything got into place, just in time", he thought.


AFTER FIGHTING FOR HIS LIFE FOR 34 HOURS IN A BANGALORE HOSPITAL, THE DOCTORS ANNOUNCED SURESH DEAD.
ACCORDING TO THE AUTOPSY REPORTS, THE REASON OF HIS DEATH WAS STATED TO BE "OVERDOSE OF DRUGS LEADING TO A CONSEQUENT CARDIAC ARREST DUE TO A LOW BLOOD PRESSURE."

Them Bastards

Once upon a time in the suburbs of a beautiful city called Bhubaneswar, lived a bunch of kids who called themselves the 'Mafia on Cycles'. Their targets included 'petty Ice-cream Wallahs', the uncles who sold Balloons - The heart shaped ones. Or the 'Bhaina' at the game parlor where they had a time of their lives playing the likes of Mortal Kombat and Re-coil. Those petty fights after the school they used to get in, for Pokemon tazos or those wrestling trump cards now seemed so childish and immature to them, but each one of them very well knew that this was the seed to something great and lovable, the undying friendship that would follow. They used to return their homes with bruised arms and knees and broken cycles, but on the contrary, the bond they developed between themselves had been deemed un-breakable. Together, they used to shout together those dirty slangs they had picked up at school in the summer evenings after a game of Cricket not caring about those colony uncles who would hear them. As time passed by, the cycles gave way to the Peps, the Dios and co. By this time, apart from the slangs, thick fog of smoke came out from their mouths that smelled tobacco. The tiny rascals had become big boys indeed. Period.
Words like Love, crush meant a whole new meaning for them now. Despite the fact that each of them wore different brands of underwear ranging from the stupid sounding 'Rupa' to the chic 'Puma undies', they had one thing, one fucking thing in common- At some point or the other they had felt for a girl. One of them was a born player, in formal words, they'd call him Casanova. He never fell in love with every girl around, it was the other way round. Sick fucktard, made me jealous at times. Gradually with the passage of time, some of em had break-ups, the Casanova did what he was best at, some just let go for they were bored, two of them were still stuck and were having a tough time on moving on and a last single bastard, the glorious and the most creative of the lot was simply confused of what he wanted. He assessed the girls in his life like stock options, where to invest, where to not. Errr sorry, 'whom to invest upon....' :P
Career wise and academically, most of them had a tough time in finishing school, the 12th grade. A few managed it and passed coolly, one of them failed badly. But the other bastards still stood by him, kept his spirits high and a year later, this tiger fought back and cleared his thing perfectly. The fact that they were now in different colleges and instis` was not a problem. They still kicked ass in town, together.
Cutting to the present, they made new friends and relationships and carefully chose the ones that they knew would last forever, probably. These bastards are indeed proud of what they are now and what they stand for. A poet, a semi-poet, a writer (probably), two photographers, a date doctor, two awe-frig-gin-some Joe Satriani-esque guitarists, a gifted foot-baller, one responsible guy ( he's the Man Friday most of the times when we end up screwing ourselves) and the perfect angry young man. Now that's what quite a many people would call a talented bunch o' individuals.
Love them, hate them, envy them. They won't give a give shit to it.
For they Love all and Rock all. Them Bastards.
Care for more, eh?

Brk-Up

S,
When we were holding hands, sitting together on the bench at that so called 'Lover's Park' with your head resting  coyly on my shoulder, it was so beautiful, so lovely back then. Fuck! Did we actually love each other?
But how different are things now? They changed up so fast! For the good i guess.
I surely don't miss you at those weekend eat-out sessions at the Chaat Street or even when i'm dining alone at my flat after a boring office shift.
I'm not reminded of you even when i see the couples cosy-ing up at the beach At that moment, the good ol' Milds and a Masala Chai give me company.
I can still re-count that it was really sexy, the way you used to drink your tea. The one single bit of milk cream that stuck on the edge of your wet lips used to turn me on. I used to try hard to resist the urge to kiss you, which i failed to do so, Of course.
Now i don't miss you when i wake up to the mundane lonely mornings. Heck! i don't get it of why i always want to wake up to you. Even though i miss that black you make, The Latte' from Barista works for me. 
Its been a year and a half i guess, hope you have moved on. Honestly, i have got over it. Its over for me. But still there are bits and pieces of  you in me that i need to detach myself from get rid of.
And believe me S, its the toughest part. I'll try to do it my way, don't worry. For i kissed a cactus and it showed me the love.
 I know that you are pissed off on the fact that i didn't speak to you at Shrav's wedding last week. The truth is that i was too drunk to stand upright. The text you sent me later that evening in you said that i'm immature, i was hurt. But believe me baby, all it took me was three shots of Absolut to blank out. I didn't give a shit to it.


Okay this is it. Maybe i still love you, or maybe i don't. I'm confused, i don't know. 
Anyways, for the moment,
 My love is gone.
And i'll say that a hundred times over.


Your's in Pain,
S*

Moon.me

I light up the darkness. I tranquilize all the pain when the world is asleep. Its me- The moon, the beautiful moon. The lovers adore me, the Satan also stands by me. I stand witness to all his vicious acts.
Like the moon,i too shower light on the people around me and keep them ever smiling and happy.
I shine through my life. 
Unlike the sun, the moon is cool, gentle, soothing and healing. Its pretty much the same with me.Cool, calm, composed and gentle are many a few words that describe me.
Still like they say, there is darkness behind every illumination. Yes, I've a dark side too. But the best part is that it's way behind me.
The moon does have spots on it, but it doesn't make it look bad and ugly. Despite the imperfection, people don't stop loving me.
This is something that i can relate to myself. I have people in my life who love me,appreciate the right things i do and at the same time, accept the imperfection in me too.
Afterall, nobody is perfect and this support that i get from people inspires me,motivates me and encourages me to move further in in life with a positive attitude,
without the fear of failure. Each time, i feel more confident and the path to my goals changes from a topsy turvy sine wave curve to a straight line.
Like the moon has stars around it, I too have a similar lot of stars for company - My loved ones. And the brightest among them are my parents. In the case of the moon, the bright stars around it look it even more beautiful.


PS- I would sincerely like to thank a friend who infused a sorta charm to this whole article. Love yooo Aayush, you rock \m/.

Daddy.

"Almost any man can be a Father.It takes Someone Extremely Special to be a Dad"

Hey Papa,

remember the last time when you hit me? Probably, you won't. It was during my sixth grade. For I had chewed a slice of your tobacco roll back then.

Now every time i take in a smoke, i'm not reminded of the slap on my palm, but of your words of solace after you caned me.

when i failed in my public exams, i could clearly make out that out of all you were the one who was hurt the most, though you didn't show it and put up a plain-face. You just silently supported me all this way.

Now when i fought back and cleared the papers well, why don't you let me follow my dreams? Why am i being pressed to believe that majoring in English is a bad option and that commerce is my forte when you very well know of how good i suck at numbers.

I still remember the day when you taught me the art of spinning a cricket ball. I was inspired and used to practice it all the time, whenever wherever i could. But then came a day, when the opener of the other colony's team hit a six sixes in my over. It was when i was dejected the most, and frustrated too.

That's when you without losing your cool inspired me to convert this aggression of mine into a positive energy. Probably, these were the lines you said - "Remember that failure is an event, not a person".

Every time when me or my buncho' friends during a game used to break a window pane of an irritating Aunty or some retard uncle, It was you who would bail us out.
There was a time when mobile phones didn't exist and International calls used to cost as much as a Jockey Undies cost today. You were overseas for months together and used to call up once in a few days. Though i was a kiddo back then, i could clearly make out that Amma was worried and tensed about you, so was i. She still gets worried when your cell's not reachable, though its you who would hardly charge its battery once a week. She loves you so much and cares a lot that even its been an inspiration for me. When it comes to these small things, try being a bit more responsible. Like charging up your cell and all, not forgetting the keys in the car which you do most often, over-heating the dishes in case Amma is not around.


Maybe i will stop it here for if i were writing this on a paper, it would have been wet by now already.


Bye papa. take care.


Gunnu.

Re-fuel ->

He was badly drunk. His two-wheeler seemed to be bit slow for him, no matter how hard he twisted the accelerator. On the signal, he started spilling abuses on his vehicle in colloquial Odia, much to the fascination of the traffic around who tried hard to ignore him. Of course they coudn't.

Two hours ago, he, had puked three times.

When a cop at the signal approached him,he said, 'Good morning Uncle!', It was 8pm though. 'Today is my birthday, Isiliye thoda sa maar diya and got carried away. But you carry on sir, Nothing serious.' He handed him a neatly and symmetrically folded Rs.50 bill. The cop gave him a cursory glance and went away. He grinned.

Maybe i need to re-fuel up first, he thought. A kilo metre from the signal, His wet and Vodka laced watery eyes fell on a sign which read Indian Oil.  He drove in the pump, cut through the crowd which much to his amazement gave him way and right in front of a filling machine.
'Dui Liter bhaina. Plain...( Tank up to two liters mate..)'

The petrol bunk attendant, he was a young guy, probably around 13-14 years of age. He derived a expression on his face which was a potpourri of surprise,Amazement and Laughter.

Why wouldn't he be? after all, a very few people on a Yo-Bike come here, and it was this drunk guy today... :P

Miss ME?

He knew that he would miss it all. All those small things that he had taken for granted all this time came in front of his eyes. He remembered the last time when all of them MoFos boozed together..

Group studies that turned into Booze sessions and ultimately turning Al's bathroom into a Puke-dump.

The sight of Annie also flashed before him. Those Stupid movie dates at his living room which eventually ended up in Cuddling and Kissing each other.

Those thriller football games in the evenings which ended up in dirty fights, Killer ones actually.

Dev reminisced each of those small events. His iPod played the song "Kaise Mujhe tu mil gayi..". Maybe this song aggravated his emotions and a drop of a tear which seemed like a Honey Dew on a fresh morning Dahlia ran down his cheek. 

A failed attempt to wipe the tears off his heart, not just his eyes and a few seconds later, He paused his player and started moving to the Sky walk as the announcer enlightened him about  his flight.

Two months of the summer break that he was taking, now seemed to him as Twenty light years. Yes, he was a perfect stranger ready to make a connection when he landed here a year back to pursue his Masters in the varsity. 

The sly smile on his face when his eyes fell on the return ticket consoled him. Yes it did.

eMoTiOnAL AtTYacHAaRR...

"Faala(read-Saala:P)...aaji eve ta poora barbaad hei gala!!(buddy...dis evening was a waste)"...Patel said as he lit up another Davidoff.The strobe lasers behind the DJ's deck were flashing on our corner and the smoke from his cig reddened up which would have resembled blood if it ever had a gaseous state :P.Yes we were at Ten Downing Street....

A much awaited rock gig of the town had got delayed and this pissed us off, actually dissappointed us.Yes,a pretty known B-School of the country-XIM,had dissappointed us, ditched us officially. Who on the earth would like to watch a gig if you start the sound-check at 9:30pm,that too with two of the performing bands backing-off at the eleventh hour?OK,enough of the Journo stuff,coming to the point we were in no mood to wait.So we left ASAP.

Finally the five moody emotional bastards-Raan,Patel,Ahmed,Casanova,Moi headed towards TDS,that too on a friday-night which meant not a weekend,a bit cheap booze,shit music,no crowd...so eventually no legs and thighs as Raan lamented :(. As we entered the pub,we seemed like Gorrillas in Antartica. There 'actually' were no partying people out there.All i could see were a band of waiters who seemed unemployed, for the night.They were busy watching some stupid soap on a silver-bordered flat panel.Somebody should teach this people to not watch such stuff atleast on a TV like this,else i would send a few ninjas to shove off these people's as*#$, would love to actually. We chose a table and parked our asses. A group of who seemed like corporate people complete in their suit-boots sat on a far-end.They seemed pretty unstable,emotionally.All of them were actually crying in a sync(BOOZE WORKS WONDERS!!!). Imagine such people who run companies and stuff, whom other people envy and perceive as emotionally-challenged individuals were actually weeping.To me,it seemed like a the group of those senior-citizen uncles who sat at my neighbourbood park in the evenings talking about what new tantrums their daughters-in-law threw in,how their scheming sons used to cunningly sneak out their pension-books and draw out money,how soon would their medicines get over and stuff before breaking into a melancholy.

So where was I? yes TDS.Such sights worsened our moods.Being honest,the thought of these senior citizens aggravated mine.I was in my all time low maybe.Somebody among us started crying,don't rememeber who.I didn't care.(NO!!..of course,it wasn't me!!)

"Dude...whatever respect i had for XIM,i just lost it an hour ago.",Casanova said Patel as he took a sip of his Lemon-soda."Point...","So toh hai..", Me and Ahmed replied in reflex.Nobody had booze that night because we were not in a mood to.

Something needed to rescue us.....SOMETHING,SOMEBODY.

Then played a track called "Right Round->Flo-Rida|OST-The Hangover".All of us jumped off our chairs and headed towards the floor,our lemon soda glasses in our hands intact.It was just five of us there,yes we were the 'crowd' tonight, everyone's 'entertainment' tonight.The DJ had RESCUED us.A guy with his son,a 4-5 year old kid joined us.This kid a few minutes ago had snatched his dad's vodka peg and when denied,he started crying.It took his mother's all emotional strength(emotions again!!) to calm him down.Kids you know.

And all that it took to lift our spirits was this track.All the 5 of us love this track in particular and i guess i don't need to say anything about the movie.Ahmed has watched the movie a good 39 times.Still if i sound nuts to you people, please take the pain of you-tubing "The Hangover-Theaterical Trailer".One of my fav movies ever.Watch the teaser if you haven't yet...its worth every mb downloaded.

More emotions??Anyone??

Cheers To Life:Good Ol' Days

Venue- at the tarmac of the ruins of the old airport, Bhubaneswar
Date- Raan's B'day | Time- watch had stopped working :P

Raan finally was giving us guys a treat on his b'day, thanks to the mind games Patel had
played to convince him. The same evening,few hours later he was to board a flight to join his
bro out in Bangalore. So we had to decided to party out somewhere nearby. He had got his
backpack and it was the first time he was traveling alone.
"where's da booze?? Bring it on Bi-a-tch!!!!", Casanova exclaimed.
"Raha..patel must be on his way back", Baman da answered
Just then Patel called up on my cell.
patel-"hullo..aur kya laaoon?? KingCan six tho,do bottle smirnoff aur ek officer's choice ho
gaye. 100 bucks bach gaye."
me-"mere aur happy ke cigs?"
patel-"haan hai..pakode bhi laa diye, aur bolo.."
me-"bas ek matchbox laa le toh achha hoga, i don't have one"
me-"bedha!! thik hai..on my way". he hung up.
Meanwhile happy had started unpacking raan's backpack.A bottle of Deo, a pair of old
rugged jeans, sunglasses and then came a small packet with a pic of a really hot chick on it.
It read 'Moods-Ribbed'. All eyes were on Raan. Raan explained,"u know.. Bangalore got
really awesome girls, if i find one then this might help.u never know guys. :P"
me-"But you can always buy one out there na.."
Raan- yea i know mate..but anyways what do they call it in the local lingo?"
Baman da-" see now Bangalore is known as Bengaluru..so this may be turn out to be
'Protectionuru'??
"HAHAHAHAHAHHAHA!!"..both me and Happy laughed like demons from those hindu
mythological soaps. Raan just grinned. Casanova was on the phone.All this left Baman Da
confused. Perhaps he expected us to burst out laughing on this joke.

Meanwhile Patel had arrived with the Booze. After a bout of drinks, Casanova exclaimed-
"i treated her like a princess and she treated me like a slave..bitch she is. BEE-A-Tch she
is.." I guess he started crying by then.
Few moments later Raan consoled him,"shit happens..dude..move on"
"I may throw up any moment..urghh..", it was baman da. I in a jiffy grabbed out a pack of
napthalene balls, opened them and put it under his nose. Moments later he said"Thanx man,
I LOOUU UU.."

The scene was getting more and more sad. Someone needed to cheer them up. I stood and
said," Dude now that u are going southbound, i need you to get a dvd of this southie flick.
Don't remember its name though."
"In that case how the _|_ am i to get it??", Raan said.
Me-"wait i'll try singing a few lines of a song of that movie..maybe that would help...."
Patel jumped up-"Garam Chaa Dhaalidebi to muhaare.Telenga gita gaaiba salaa"
He said this pointing his Beer can on me.
Generally among our troop, Patel was known to be the one who used to retain the most
control even after all that booze.A tanker he was indeed. But now he was down.Tragedy.

Time flew away like the planes did. The ones that flew past us as we boozed(and i smoke).
Then Happy said it was already the check in time for Raan's flight. Five minutes later, we
were at domestic terminal of the airport(there is no international one FYI). Everyone bade
goodbye to him.
Happy- "Dude..have a awesome time out there."
Patel and Baman da-" BANG BANG IN BANGALORE DUDE!!!"
Me-" Play it safe mate....only if you have to"
Casanova-"Haaaapi B'day dude"(full talli)

After all this we returned homes.

An hour later my cell beeped to a text message from Raan.

"At home now, was heavy on alcohol,they
had a test done. Grounded me. btw dey askd
for a guardian's no.,gave yours. do the
needful f dey cal up. Yea i board my flight
day after tomorrow, so kal phir peene chalte
hai..same place same time..aww alc rocks dude!!!"


This is a work of fiction....Just inspired by true events,

,and an ode to my homies and the great times that we had together.

Cheers folks!

Cheers to Life!!

O pardesi....o pardesi!!!
meetha sa chadha hai bukhar....

The song played away as Patel opened up another pint of smirnoff. Everyone raised up their glasses. It was an evening to remember.Had to be. The location of the party was just perfect. 3kms off NH5 towards left, On the sun-kissed sand beds of the River Kua-khai.The sand carrying trucks had just left. We had parked our bikes back at the bank. The road as almost 300 meter from the bank. We had our bikes grounded( parked them without the stand) so that we could be not noticeable to the PCRs who used patrol the road. It was around a quarter to six.It was teh time of sunset. Nobody was on a high, even after a round of drinks. Suddenly sambalpooriya stood up and addressed -" salla nai chadhe...edkum gol re baskini piba..mast chadhiba." Meanwhile me and Ahmed had finished another pack of cigs(we don't drink na) with a bit of help from Baman da and Happy. Happy's eyes seemed red through his glasses.I guess he had his thing raw. Giving a childlike innocent smile he started off singing "dola re...dola re..". Now it was official, One guy was on a high. Sambalpooriya and Baman da stripped off their shirts and said patel"aaa--aame maan--ee ga--gadhei jaa-uchu." hell they wanted to have a bath in the river.WTF!. Ahmed exclaimed- "Sam! bag sey ek neembu kaat ke laa". Yes we felt baman bhai and sambalpooriya needed it.They were heavily drunk.
Suddenly Raan took off his tee and threw it in the air. It landed a bit far away. He exclaimed-"Run Hara!! Run!!!". Another soldier of our troop, Mr.Harish sprinted behind the shirt.Patel ran behind Hara. After all this Run fun affair got over, we started eating. We had got a plenty of Pakodas back from CRP square.Ahmed and me jumped on the packet of pakodas. We were dead hungry since an hour or so and with the cigs around, it just aggravated the hunger. The song that was playing now-

"maahi ve..mohabata....mangda naseeba.....kismet k maare..asi ki kariye."

Raan then started crying. Missing his girl perhaps.The song started casting its spell. It took 3 guys(eh! men) and 15 mins to get him back to life. Then we realised that it was around 8pm. Hell. Baman da's cell which was playing the music stopped and started buzzing. "SSHH..BOPPA KA PHONE HAI". he said. He had a 5 mins talk and then we left the place in no time.On the way back on the highway, one could see Raan and me singing-

"LADY HEAR ME TONIGHT, CUZ MY LOVE IS JUST SO RIGHT......
AND I KNOW THAT IS TRUE, I CAN TELL BY THE LOOK IN UR EYES"


This is a work of fiction....Just inspired by true events,

,and an ode to my homies and the great times that we had together.

Cheers folks!

AUTO AUTO!

"bhai, lewis road?? "

thirty minutes ago pa had called up and he had forgot his laptop back at home and he needed it asap. a friend dropped me at rajmahal square and from there, i had to take an auto to his office. it was three-thirty in the afternoon and a hot(and humid)April day when i was standing in the corner of the chowk waiting for an auto. There were autos parked beside the pavements, some were bereft of the waallahs while the drivers of some were enjoying their afternoon siestas. Thus, no running auto was plying. 16 calls from pa and twenty minutes later, i caught hold of one.
Autorickshaws(and their autowaallahs) are really special to the city of Bhubaneswar. Its like the majority of the citizens here depend on them. One day there are on strike and then its kind of a public holiday. The autowallahs are even more colorful than their lives are.Their colloquial accent, their street attire and the Oriya numbers they play in their vehicles, its just fab, its awesome, its Orissa !
Not just the lower classes of the society, there are many people in the city who do jobs as an autowaallah to eke out a living.I've seen a student or two riding autos to pay their university fees. Its like, every Munna or Raaja or surendra bhai has a story to tell. Even I've met a pink-slipped engineer who used to work for a small firm in the city now riding an auto for a living.
ten minutes later i was at the reception of my dad's office.

I: "Mr.Acharya please?"
an intercom call and a moment later
R: "he'll be here any moment now..ah! there he is"
I: "thanks! "
R: "good day!"



this post in a tribute to surendra bhai. Surendra is a autorickshaw driver in my locality currently pursuing his LLB long distance from utkal University. He dreams of becoming a good lawyer and supporting his parents who were ditched by his two elder brothers.

A month ago, he appeared his final exams and hopes that he will clear it with distinction.

Surendra bhai! Peace to you...

IPL

Now its official-The cash rich cricketing spectacle of the year- Th DLF Indian Premier League is gonna be held in South Africa.
All happened because of two greatest religions of the country locked horns with each other. The general elections, that come once in every five years are scheduled to be held during the time of the Premier League. When the Central Government & some State governments lifted hands when the issue of the event's security was raised, it clearly seemed like the event not being held this year. Even it got postponed, the organizers needed a window of 4-6 weeks after the elections which wasn't possible because the English summer that is the international cricketing season would have started by then. The Australians and the English would be busy fighting for the ashes and then there is the ICC T20 world cup following it. So postponing the event would not have been possible which would have meant cancellation of this year's edition, billions of advertising money going down the black water and sad but true, SET,the official broadcasters closing shop in the country. Even the likes of Shahrukh Khan, VIjay Mallya,Shilpa Shetty would be bleeding financially.
Thanks to the man called Lalit Modi who happens to be the commisioner of IPL, cricket hungry fans across the country would be surely getting a dose of their dearest 'karmayuddhh' this year.
Few weeks ago, it was IPL vs. IPL battle, yes the indian premier league vs. the indian political league.
guess who turned to be the winner?

IPL- INDIAN PHOREN LEAGUE!

Realize 'n' Screwed!

Today I realized that whatever i do now decides my tomorrow...this ain't philosophical....few days back i screwed up my maths board paper....i told about it to mom....she scolded...ignored it.
But all my dreams of studying at DU and other desi ivy league colleges are shattered.

Actually it is like this that i have attempted all questions but not sure of a major part of it. I have assumed it to go bad..really bad unless my paper falls into the hands of an alcoholic examiner. Just fingers crossed for now.

Two months from now I visualize myself sitting in a dingy hall at the counseling of an entrance exam. Right from day 1 i hated engineering. i never wanted to get into all those limits, mechanics shit. i suck at them, heck i just love to hate engineering. Its just a compulsion that i have to pack my bags to hell few months later. I always wanted to study B.Com in the likes of Stephens,Xavier's,Loyola,Osmania...but all gone..long gone..wish i had put a bit more effort for maths..i wud have passed off...even if i wud have managed to to better, at the end of the day its my board-The Bloody Council Of Higher Secondary Education sucks the shit outta u. You try to climb up and up and it just pulls you down in one shot.See so easy like opening a can of beer. Hell raise upon it.

With my Desi Ivy dreams on the verge of ruins i just sit staring the empty wall opposite me searching for....