Even before 10 days of the republic day, i am receiving mails relating to 26th January. Is that from a friend or a Desh Bhakt ? NO.., its from www.redbus.in. This site has sent me autoreminders asking me to book tickets early as its a long weekend.
They were too good, I wonder how did they get hold of 3 of my email addresses (1 being official), but made sure the 'Dinesh' does not run out of ticket :-), Thank you redbus team.
Now, 26th of January last year fell on a saturday, I could hear many along with myself cribbing.., huh, we missed one off day as it fell on the weekend.. :'(. So whats it with Republic & Independence days these days ? Although, we'd seen many venting out frustration on the 26/11 attacks and did a real lot (through SMS,Blogs,Mails) to bring our netas down, I can shamefully say that, we are celebrating a long weekend and not Republic day really.
No Travel Agency/Website throws an offer 'A walk with freedom fighters' or 'Tribute to our brave soldiers', But there is a 3day 2night holiday stay at an extra cost, for which amazingly there are even more grabbers.
Many thanks to all our TV Channels, To bank upon all these non-holiday goers, they do cast out few Desh-Bhakt movies with 1.5 times more Ads to increase their TRP.
All in all, Make Paisa out of anything and everything thats possible., leaving aside the emotional side of desh prem and desh bhakti, had i been into any of the business relating to anything above, I too would have been the same. 'THANK YOU' god, Atleast for now, I am out of this. But, atleast for this time of the year., I would atleast make sure that i make my presence felt on the republic day.!
Luv,
A Proud Indian!
Recession N Me!
This should have come off too early, but i did not know how did recession hit me, i wasn't really effected, Even then or even now, i only fill petrol for Rs.100, Eat the same lunch from our office cafeteria,The phone bills are the same and almost everything is intact, except that mom came up of some weird idea called "MARRIAGE" aka wedding, ya phir shaadi...
Thats recession for me..., Now, this is a great gamble, dont you feel so ? Its as good as tossing a coin up in the air and "Watch N Wait" till it comes down and the whole of tension for a second to see if its heads or tails. But, As this being so sensitive, I wanted to have a reality show for choosing a bride (Almost everything is on reality shows now.., why not important stuff like choosing a gal for marriage...)
Now, that i was trying to gather paisa for conducting that reality show, I wanted to advertise.... "Wife Needed.... Would be tested before being booked..." wont show too much of a turn out., hence decided to go to our roadies judges (Raghu N Rajiv). I wanted them to help me get this issue fixed... Stumped ?? simple...., The ones who goes through the roadies interview are the strongest of people i guess., I wonder, whats so good in being ULTRA BAD..., Like the so called R O A D I E S.! It seems ROADIES need to be mentally strong, physically fit and all of them are born winners there., not to mention the all of them are too high on make up and none of them forget to use words like "Yo, Macchi...", " Dude... (Du-Yu-De)"!! MC and BC and the F word is just another fashion statement... and those who doesn't say these words are 1. Thrown out from Roadies 2. Insane F****** creatures on earth. 3. You dont have the F****** right to be alive ;).... Maaf karna.!
Tell you what, I wonder why are our cops wasting time interrogating the Kasab guy, They should have very well handed him over to these roadies judges, We could have saved time on brain mapping and narco analysis sessions... and also our pak officials could have seen his interrogation on M TV and deny that they dont have enough evidence!
Oops.. roadies are getting us off track..! Recession hai.., and marriage on mind., Thanks to Roadies ke side wala bakda... (hope there is some turn out there...!!) and the interview goes to the first one who was amazingly made to wait for a longer time as she was the only one.....
1. The typical HR Question..., "Tell me something about yourself......"A. The babe on the opposite side... (She's sitting on the chair, as if she's sat down to do yoga on the chair....)
I'm Super cool, had been a bitch in the college, Had been dumped by a guy, and 2 for an eye is what the world follows, so i dumped
(Although it was a sentence answer, it was even heavier than an essay...)
2. The second question, Almost Blank.. so empty... I'm no Raghu taking her interview..., Still recovering from the first question's answer, " Why do you think, you landed up to this interview...."
A. Hmm..., I thought this was gonna be another version of roadies... Called Beddies..., What??..., I screamed..., "I understand you're a s/w engg, and would be away on business visits, Hence thought i would be good for the specified post...." She said.
Gaining cousiness.... Thanks to the Bisleri provided on the bhakda..., Although it was for advertisement, such answers can even get you asking for "Amul Chaas".I saw me slipping off the interview seat.., Out of the almost 10-15 interviews that i've attended for jobs, wasn't anywhere like this., Thank god, mom wasn't sitting beside me..,. trying to test her very own... wud-be-daughter-in-law.... But then, what else can you expect, they are the R O A D I E S!!
Thanks M'am.... It was great speaking to you, I wasn't just sweating, but i can't believe i interviewed the first one left with no strength to interview the 2nd... (As it is, there was only one sitting)
I walked upto a friend of mine, Sim, Do you wanna try ? You can try for guys from here....,
Sim's a sport, "Why not ?? Mein tho sabki bajaoongi..." Let me.., Now for the gal she is, I was sure that the waiting bench would squeeze in for more than 3.
The Scene....
A Skinny one walks in.., Has worn a sleeves tee.. and a torn jeans, haven't combed.., sparks a million dollar smile... But not sure if he's brushed for years and years together... but walks in with great attitude., Pulls the chair in, turns it around with his chin on the backrest....
Sim... surprised..., "How have you been.... Ra...Raj... "
A. "I'm good..., Ain't too long since i walked without a guitar in my hand...."
Q. " Wow, thats great... so you're a rock star...."
A. ."Naah..., I just pose with it..... "
Q. What do you expect out of your future bride. ?
A. NOthing much, she should not question me, let me hangout with my gfs, party all day long and should not call me during busy working hours...
I was happy that she, like Raghu, did not say, "Mein tera baap hoon" and all that shit !!
Q. And those busy working hours are.....
A. 11pm to 4 am., unless selected for roadies..
Q. Have you thought about settling down ? A. Oh yes, We can settle down wherever you are working., I can party anywhere...!!
Sim, had few more questions left.... but, the guy started questioning....
Q. Do you common middle class gals always have so many questions ? A. All sim could manage to reply.... " I think, I shudn't waste much time and call for the next.... "
C ya babe...!!
Scene 2.... Oops, the 2nd Interview..
Q "Hey there.... Nice to see you..," ( Of course nice, With eyes of Ajit Agarkar and face, even cuter than Ranbir Kapoor) Almost shouted to me.., Duh., are you in between to take few more interviews ??
A. "Hey Sim, I never knew, a gal has replaced Raghu and Rajiv for roadies...." he said.
Q. "Nahi tho...., yeh roadies ka interview nahi hai...., By the way, you look too cute... "
A. Thanks Madamji.., I've just passed out of +2 (PU kehte hai Bangalore mein).
Q. " Beta.... Roadies banane ke liye kam se kam license ki zaroorat hoti hai.... and so do i expect to become my groom... Chal foott...."
A. Madamji... Future ki practise karr raha tha....
Sim was as amused as she could be.... And these series of questions went on as i walked offf...
"hey, hws it goin? Did u fnd 1 ? " I SMSed..., " Naah... nuthin gr8.." She replied...
Yaar... That was a great hope.., To find one between the toughest of people, But none upto the expectation of a common middle class... So take off from the reality show and depend on our broker, yes., the marriage broker..., the same one who holds a bag in hand and an umbrella under his arms.....
Say it the bad time or utter bad luck when came the news of the company cutting down the salary by a 20% and no increment this year.,. Any middle class person would not want his wife to work, but would still want to keep her as happy as she can be, but only work, if she's getting bored sitting at home. But now that the saala re (Salary) has come down by a 20%, i better put a condition to our broker saar that the bride should atleast be working to make up for the 20% and if anything more, it would be a welcome!!
Haaye Raam.... Recession ne muje badalne parr majboor karr diya...!!
Till next time!!
Luv, Dhinu!
Thats recession for me..., Now, this is a great gamble, dont you feel so ? Its as good as tossing a coin up in the air and "Watch N Wait" till it comes down and the whole of tension for a second to see if its heads or tails. But, As this being so sensitive, I wanted to have a reality show for choosing a bride (Almost everything is on reality shows now.., why not important stuff like choosing a gal for marriage...)
Now, that i was trying to gather paisa for conducting that reality show, I wanted to advertise.... "Wife Needed.... Would be tested before being booked..." wont show too much of a turn out., hence decided to go to our roadies judges (Raghu N Rajiv). I wanted them to help me get this issue fixed... Stumped ?? simple...., The ones who goes through the roadies interview are the strongest of people i guess., I wonder, whats so good in being ULTRA BAD..., Like the so called R O A D I E S.! It seems ROADIES need to be mentally strong, physically fit and all of them are born winners there., not to mention the all of them are too high on make up and none of them forget to use words like "Yo, Macchi...", " Dude... (Du-Yu-De)"!! MC and BC and the F word is just another fashion statement... and those who doesn't say these words are 1. Thrown out from Roadies 2. Insane F****** creatures on earth. 3. You dont have the F****** right to be alive ;).... Maaf karna.!
Tell you what, I wonder why are our cops wasting time interrogating the Kasab guy, They should have very well handed him over to these roadies judges, We could have saved time on brain mapping and narco analysis sessions... and also our pak officials could have seen his interrogation on M TV and deny that they dont have enough evidence!
Oops.. roadies are getting us off track..! Recession hai.., and marriage on mind., Thanks to Roadies ke side wala bakda... (hope there is some turn out there...!!) and the interview goes to the first one who was amazingly made to wait for a longer time as she was the only one.....
1. The typical HR Question..., "Tell me something about yourself......"A. The babe on the opposite side... (She's sitting on the chair, as if she's sat down to do yoga on the chair....)
I'm Super cool, had been a bitch in the college, Had been dumped by a guy, and 2 for an eye is what the world follows, so i dumped
(Although it was a sentence answer, it was even heavier than an essay...)
2. The second question, Almost Blank.. so empty... I'm no Raghu taking her interview..., Still recovering from the first question's answer, " Why do you think, you landed up to this interview...."
A. Hmm..., I thought this was gonna be another version of roadies... Called Beddies..., What??..., I screamed..., "I understand you're a s/w engg, and would be away on business visits, Hence thought i would be good for the specified post...." She said.
Gaining cousiness.... Thanks to the Bisleri provided on the bhakda..., Although it was for advertisement, such answers can even get you asking for "Amul Chaas".I saw me slipping off the interview seat.., Out of the almost 10-15 interviews that i've attended for jobs, wasn't anywhere like this., Thank god, mom wasn't sitting beside me..,. trying to test her very own... wud-be-daughter-in-law.... But then, what else can you expect, they are the R O A D I E S!!
Thanks M'am.... It was great speaking to you, I wasn't just sweating, but i can't believe i interviewed the first one left with no strength to interview the 2nd... (As it is, there was only one sitting)
I walked upto a friend of mine, Sim, Do you wanna try ? You can try for guys from here....,
Sim's a sport, "Why not ?? Mein tho sabki bajaoongi..." Let me.., Now for the gal she is, I was sure that the waiting bench would squeeze in for more than 3.
The Scene....
A Skinny one walks in.., Has worn a sleeves tee.. and a torn jeans, haven't combed.., sparks a million dollar smile... But not sure if he's brushed for years and years together... but walks in with great attitude., Pulls the chair in, turns it around with his chin on the backrest....
Sim... surprised..., "How have you been.... Ra...Raj... "
A. "I'm good..., Ain't too long since i walked without a guitar in my hand...."
Q. " Wow, thats great... so you're a rock star...."
A. ."Naah..., I just pose with it..... "
Q. What do you expect out of your future bride. ?
A. NOthing much, she should not question me, let me hangout with my gfs, party all day long and should not call me during busy working hours...
I was happy that she, like Raghu, did not say, "Mein tera baap hoon" and all that shit !!
Q. And those busy working hours are.....
A. 11pm to 4 am., unless selected for roadies..
Q. Have you thought about settling down ? A. Oh yes, We can settle down wherever you are working., I can party anywhere...!!
Sim, had few more questions left.... but, the guy started questioning....
Q. Do you common middle class gals always have so many questions ? A. All sim could manage to reply.... " I think, I shudn't waste much time and call for the next.... "
C ya babe...!!
Scene 2.... Oops, the 2nd Interview..
Q "Hey there.... Nice to see you..," ( Of course nice, With eyes of Ajit Agarkar and face, even cuter than Ranbir Kapoor) Almost shouted to me.., Duh., are you in between to take few more interviews ??
A. "Hey Sim, I never knew, a gal has replaced Raghu and Rajiv for roadies...." he said.
Q. "Nahi tho...., yeh roadies ka interview nahi hai...., By the way, you look too cute... "
A. Thanks Madamji.., I've just passed out of +2 (PU kehte hai Bangalore mein).
Q. " Beta.... Roadies banane ke liye kam se kam license ki zaroorat hoti hai.... and so do i expect to become my groom... Chal foott...."
A. Madamji... Future ki practise karr raha tha....
Sim was as amused as she could be.... And these series of questions went on as i walked offf...
"hey, hws it goin? Did u fnd 1 ? " I SMSed..., " Naah... nuthin gr8.." She replied...
Yaar... That was a great hope.., To find one between the toughest of people, But none upto the expectation of a common middle class... So take off from the reality show and depend on our broker, yes., the marriage broker..., the same one who holds a bag in hand and an umbrella under his arms.....
Say it the bad time or utter bad luck when came the news of the company cutting down the salary by a 20% and no increment this year.,. Any middle class person would not want his wife to work, but would still want to keep her as happy as she can be, but only work, if she's getting bored sitting at home. But now that the saala re (Salary) has come down by a 20%, i better put a condition to our broker saar that the bride should atleast be working to make up for the 20% and if anything more, it would be a welcome!!
Haaye Raam.... Recession ne muje badalne parr majboor karr diya...!!
Till next time!!
Luv, Dhinu!
Scandagiri.... the Unusual trekk.~~~
"This trek is dedicated to Nikki... Between the clouds, i shall remember Nikki and Nikki only...." was the last SMS that i sent to my friend before starting my trip.! Who is Nikki ? How would that matter anyway, We were going trekking, while few of my friends were watching Ghajini at forum, I preffered trekking over Ghajini. What so exciting about the trek? Me, being a little overweight, may lose few pounds and I was said, the clouds would be covering you early in the morning and you would not be able to see the person even standing beside you., that sounded great..!! 7.40 pm and Hari still nagging me, "Chal oyyee.. chalte hai.." Arre dost... "Raat mein trekking ki baat hue thi..., abb se nagg kyo karr raha hai..." I replied... "Tu dekh, waha pahuchte pahuchte.... raat kaafi ho jayegi..." he answered back.. But dude, it was only a 60 Kms drive from here, which means, the max it would go about is for one and half hour and stop over for dinner would be another 45 mins max., But comeon, stop being lazy and get ready to move.!!
Clock struck 8.20 pm, I'm geared up, My jogging shoes, my trekking bagpack with a torch, a blanket, hari's sweater, few first aid and BRANDY (i was told that its going to be freezing cold in the morning and hence, i had to keep myself warm), If brandy, then why not some snacks to keep company with ? Finally, a heavy looking bagback on mine and hari's even bigger than mine, started our ride from Indira Nagar, Bangalore, sorry Bengaluru....!
The destination was Chikballapur, beside Doddaballapur (chik means small and dodda means big), the same as the difference between Nano and the truck maybe! This route wasn't familiar to me, but had been on that road a couple of times, when going to the Sri Satya Sai Ashram, Puttaparthi, AP. My observance was finally being paid, as i always used to take the window seat on those bus rides and had noted the places. This was my first long ride, a 60-65 kms ride, pretty small when comparing to the big ones that my friends had been without asking me for a ride and i forgive them :-), The first few minutes of the ride was boring with the usual Bengaluru traffic and the honks. Within few minutes, We were on the new airport road!, Devanahalli was trying to cope up with the publicity that it was getting off late because of the new airport than it had been the old little village few years back.
The best of all, the road had no potholes, very smooth and luckily found few signals. The bike was constantly running on 80-90 Kms/hr, It was low by bikers standard, but not as per my bike. That was the maximum that it was offering me. With many vechiles buzzing past me, it looked like, there were almost pointing a thumbs down on me.., "Saalo... mera bhi din ayega..., jabb mein Yamaha R15 loonga.., tabb dikaato hoon, speed kya hai..." Wish this doesn't just remain a dream, Recession bhi tho chal raha hai.....
Dhinu!!, Rubbing his eyes.., 9.20pm ho gaya.... pet pooja karr le ? Theek hai... Screech as soon as we seen the board.. "Friend's Dhaba". "Hari., I think we shouldn't have a heavy dinner, We are supposed to be trekking in an hour..., isn't it ?", I asked... "No..., You moron, You're gonna trek for quite long, dont you think you need to eat well ? " Not a bad idea, so why not go along with a beer too..., Takaan mehsoos nahi hogi...., Great, so the order was 1 Kingfisher Strong, Mushroom Kadai, Dal Fry, 2 Rotis each and 1 steam rice... Ek dum tagda... :-). We gulped down the beer so immediately that hari was itching for the 2nd. I stopped him saying, "Saale... Brandy muje akela peena padega kya ?" It was only about few kms away from the Dhaba that the airport was., we could hear and see the aeroplanes landing and taking off from the newly built international airport.... Hari wanted to try his hands on how best he could get with photography and tried clicking as many pics as he could while the planes landed., but at the end of it all, I wasn't sure, if he has clicked the landing or the take off.....!!
Back to the ride, Many a places, there were "Take Diversions.., Work in progress..., Go slow.." Boards, which reminded me of slow internet connections when downloading the best of movies., Obstacles tho part of human life hai..., Kaha nahi hoti hai.., However, rode for another 45 mins, at times, hari's head hitting my back and it made me ask him, " Abbe Moron, Tu beer peeke, bike pe baita so raha hai ? " for which he replied, " Nahi.. Dust ke against, apna face cover karr raha tha.... " so it be.... Varna we are close to saying a hello to nurses... Woh bhi koi village waali hospital ki... We finally were about to hit the destination, With not much of people around and few open shops and a little bit of enquiry, we got to know the Scandagiri..... Just came across one board on the way which read.... " Scandagiri... The mountaineering Expedation", "Oh, We've not lost way for sure...", i told hari. An Old temple and end of the village is where this mountain started...
My bike just warned me "RESERVE" as we were few metres away from the foot of the trekking mountain. We were the first ones to reach the trekking spot at around 10.30 pm. None of them insight, except few people, who called themselves guides. "Shayad, Off season hai......" The people around did wrap a shawl from head to toe. We bargained for Rs. 100 for him to help us reach to the top most point of the Scandagiri mountain. The first 10 mins was a walk on a muddy road, thankfully it hasn't rained off late and was just about dusty. Hari in the meantime had his camera adjusted and "Click" position already to shoot anything intresting, I was amused..., what the hell is he going to shoot in this dark night ?... " Mere Camera mein flash hai...." God, yeh koi 5G camera hoga.... He clicked a lot of them on the way, Most without knowing, what he was clicking!! Thankfully, The mobile still had range and so thought, incase we need help, we would be having a cell atleast to reach people.! "Beep Beep..." My cell beeped while we were trying to catch up with our guide... the SMS read.. " Nikki has approved you as a potential groom.." abb yeh potential waali baat hai..... so I can't really let you know what happend next., but however, can't even hold much from you as i am quite in need of a fan club following me... I replied.., " Please respond when she is in "drawing semi circle with her toe" term.., We can fix up the " Penne Kaanal chadenge...!!" Thats when the groom officially goes to see the gal for the first time (As per customs in kerala).
"Keep up pace with him... or we would lose way..." Hari yelled.... I finished the SMS and kept walking to catch up with the rest. Almost a kilometre into the mountain, It was surrounded with bushes and plants, luckily nothing that was thirsty of human blood was around. Few more metres up and it was just rocky, and one had to really take big steps to climb the mountain. I had already had a big tummy with the amount of beer and food that we ate, Gosh, why the hell did i eat so much.., why did i ever listen to this stupid hari... Every 10 mins, I would yell...., Rest for 5 mins pls.., the guide used to be like, Sir... Please walk for 2 more mins and there are rocks to sit on which are cleaner than the mud., I had to trust his words in the light of torch and short of stamina by every bit. In between, I managed to post few sms's like "Trekking is terrible...", "I think am dead....", During the rest on the rocks, some 2.5 - 3 kms into the trek...." Lying on the rock, completely sweating, I called my friend... " Tu muje raat ke 12 baje phone karr raha hai..... mein tho bass sone jaa rahi thi.... " The phone answered... "God, I'm dead meat yaar...." I never thought trekking would be so difficult... " I expelled..... "Stop saying that..., I hate when guys use such words.. Anyways, I wont be of any help to you my dear friend....., I hope you make it to the day tomorrow...." and the call was hung up!! All I asked was for a little sympathy or rather empathy.., So did i realise once again... "Whatever comes, at the end of it all,... You are alone"
With almost hitting the top of the mountain, and i asked our guide for the last break, he said, sir just 2 more mins and you will be on the top, and guess what.., There is a setup hotel on friday and saturdays at the top of the mountain..., "Oh cool.., They are going the mallu way..., I murmured (No wonder.., i was in no position to talk as well)." It was 1.20 am and as windy as it could be..... we were at an open place., having hardly anything to hide yourself under/behind/above/anywhere. We were welcomed by a strong hot tea that those setup hotel had, Hari had an omlette, while i was still trying to hold my breath together. I just need some water to drink..., thats all i want at the moment. Luckily we had wrapped our brandy bottles in newspapers, which turned out to be our make up mattress, on which i lied down for almost an hour!! I slept off snoring to glory, without taking a note of the place that i was in!, very soon, i heard noises where a gang of 10-12 made in, They were the 2nd group to the mountain top after us and all of them had powerful flash lights and was using it like a little child would play with a new toy that they found. "Wholesale mein torch lene gaya tha kya woh log...", I asked Hari.... "Hmm... tu yeh kyon nahi bolega.., woh logo ne tuje neend se jo jagaya....." he replied. " Yaar... yeh sunrise kabb hoga...., aur kitne ghante baaki hai...." I enquired..., " Enjoy the chill buddy..., its only 3.20 am.... another two and half hours to go...." tho hari.... lets start off.... Brandy would be feeling lonely yaar.... " Lets go for it.... " hari said.. Hmm.. No paper/plastic glasses... so what do you want me to do ? Mix water into Brandy or Brandy into water ?? (thanks to our doodh walla bhaiyya..., have learned the importance of milavat...) I said... neither of the two., I wish to have it raw... ON THE ROCKS... Felt great...., It was as if we ate a fire ball, that it went down from the chest to the stomach and soon followed it up with the lays that we had carried in our bagpacks.. :-)
You get to know the value of slow moving time incase you are waiting for something., That morning was no different, I was badly badly waiting for a sunrise so that we could see the clouds all over us and i wanted to know how it feels to be between clouds, and can i be only thinking of Nikki and Nikki ( As i had SMSed someone that it would be only her....), but ain't that a big ask... so many beautiful gals around and can i just stick to thinking someone whom i had just seen over an MMS and exchanged only about 4 sentences ? Whatever it may be.... the time had to be spent, When i checked around, I found many people sleeping at each and every corner of the temple, few of them had made camp fires and sat around between them joking, boosing, singing and almost every possible thing to entertain themselves. The gang of 10-12 which had come after us found way into the temple for some shelter as well. They were medical students and were coming from Mysore and were originally from Delhi. It was soothing to hear the Delhi hindi, after being used to the hyderabadi hindi that people speak at bangalore with all the south indian accent..
They were emoting the news reporters and the way they lose communication in between to come back and forth and it was really exciting, atleast that was something that i could keep my eyes on to murder time till sun showed up... Finally it started getting brighter.... although the sun had really now come up., I observed a little by little that the little town which was visible from the moutain was losing the street light one by one. The much awaited guest came up, but with lots of stuff missing...., yes, there were no clouds formed... It was a little foggy, which we usually find even in the streets of Bangalore on a chill morning. Be it a terrorist attack or a Free ride to the zoo., we Indians adapt too quickly with conditions. (only the cricket team dont to the bouncy pitch), I was grumbling inside me for seeing no clouds, but was making myself happy that i seen the sunrise much more clearly. I grumbled and thought about a little fact.., the beach at chennai was as close as 5 kms away from where i was put up, and even then never made an effort to wake up at 6.30 in the morning and be there to see the sun rise over Bay of Bengal, Which would be much more clearer than the trek in the midnight!! Be it so.., I would have to now travel down like the way i climbed up.. Climbing down was relatively easier than climbing up, but was getting tensed when i seen the view from the top to see tiny people at the bottom of the mountain..., gosh i would have to walk that long and the trek below did not seem to be ending itself !, A one and half hour down treak and we found close to the muddy track, on the way i greeted few trekkers by morning to have a good luck with the sun and cloud and be there to see anything that they desired!! Few thanked, few carried on, Few on the way asked, How long do we have to trek.., and i never used to tell them if they were half way up or quarter way up, just used to smile at them and say " You have little more to do..., All the best buddy..."
Down at the bottom, we were welcomed by our ancestors, trying to do what they do best...., I was afraid to click them as they would try to snatch the camera and moreover hari's camera was with a "Flash". On the way i said hari..."dude, this was the trek of a lifetime, I never want to be here again...", "Whats the height of the mountain ?" I asked.. "3 Kms Vertically.... he replied... but, we walked for 8 kms to reach the top for that 3 km vertical mountain..." " W H A T T T T T T T T ?????.... Had you told me about this in Bangalore, I would have never come..." I felt i was cheated, but i really wasn't... He had just hidden the truth from me, but never lied... Next came a "Tender Coconut Seller", He was having a business of his life.., I was wondering, does he need license to sell coconut water, after all thats the only water on earth in which frogs must have not peed..
We both finished one round with the coconut water and Hari insisted on having the next one, I denied. I went to pull up the bike and this is what i see..... someone has torn the bike cover and removed the air of the front tyre. "Shits...., who the hell on this earth is so mean to do this... " It was just not my bike, but all the bikes in the front row., When enquired with the local people, it seems that the area where we kept our bike is a "NO PARKING ZONE", but there was never a board stating it. So there were many bikes and few cars which was the early morning victim... Had no choice, than to find the nearest tyre repair shop and fill some air... and moreover had to find out a petrol bunk as the bike had already warned "Reserve" last night. In a matter of 10 minutes of ride, managed to find a petrol bunk, also filled some air in the front tyre and was set to ride back to Bengaluru... Once again, an amazing ride back to Bangalore, This time instead under the moonlight, it was in the bright daylight.
Dont know how did i reach bangalore, But just had one break for breakfast and i was home by 11.50am dropping hari somewhere close to his place! After a long shower, I and bed stuck on for hours and hours. A sunday was wasted on the bed... But i feel a little sorry for Nikki..., I could not just remember NIKKI and NIKKI only, thats partially because there was no Cloud...
Till Next time,
Lost of Luv, Dhinu!
Clock struck 8.20 pm, I'm geared up, My jogging shoes, my trekking bagpack with a torch, a blanket, hari's sweater, few first aid and BRANDY (i was told that its going to be freezing cold in the morning and hence, i had to keep myself warm), If brandy, then why not some snacks to keep company with ? Finally, a heavy looking bagback on mine and hari's even bigger than mine, started our ride from Indira Nagar, Bangalore, sorry Bengaluru....!
The destination was Chikballapur, beside Doddaballapur (chik means small and dodda means big), the same as the difference between Nano and the truck maybe! This route wasn't familiar to me, but had been on that road a couple of times, when going to the Sri Satya Sai Ashram, Puttaparthi, AP. My observance was finally being paid, as i always used to take the window seat on those bus rides and had noted the places. This was my first long ride, a 60-65 kms ride, pretty small when comparing to the big ones that my friends had been without asking me for a ride and i forgive them :-), The first few minutes of the ride was boring with the usual Bengaluru traffic and the honks. Within few minutes, We were on the new airport road!, Devanahalli was trying to cope up with the publicity that it was getting off late because of the new airport than it had been the old little village few years back.
The best of all, the road had no potholes, very smooth and luckily found few signals. The bike was constantly running on 80-90 Kms/hr, It was low by bikers standard, but not as per my bike. That was the maximum that it was offering me. With many vechiles buzzing past me, it looked like, there were almost pointing a thumbs down on me.., "Saalo... mera bhi din ayega..., jabb mein Yamaha R15 loonga.., tabb dikaato hoon, speed kya hai..." Wish this doesn't just remain a dream, Recession bhi tho chal raha hai.....
Dhinu!!, Rubbing his eyes.., 9.20pm ho gaya.... pet pooja karr le ? Theek hai... Screech as soon as we seen the board.. "Friend's Dhaba". "Hari., I think we shouldn't have a heavy dinner, We are supposed to be trekking in an hour..., isn't it ?", I asked... "No..., You moron, You're gonna trek for quite long, dont you think you need to eat well ? " Not a bad idea, so why not go along with a beer too..., Takaan mehsoos nahi hogi...., Great, so the order was 1 Kingfisher Strong, Mushroom Kadai, Dal Fry, 2 Rotis each and 1 steam rice... Ek dum tagda... :-). We gulped down the beer so immediately that hari was itching for the 2nd. I stopped him saying, "Saale... Brandy muje akela peena padega kya ?" It was only about few kms away from the Dhaba that the airport was., we could hear and see the aeroplanes landing and taking off from the newly built international airport.... Hari wanted to try his hands on how best he could get with photography and tried clicking as many pics as he could while the planes landed., but at the end of it all, I wasn't sure, if he has clicked the landing or the take off.....!!
Back to the ride, Many a places, there were "Take Diversions.., Work in progress..., Go slow.." Boards, which reminded me of slow internet connections when downloading the best of movies., Obstacles tho part of human life hai..., Kaha nahi hoti hai.., However, rode for another 45 mins, at times, hari's head hitting my back and it made me ask him, " Abbe Moron, Tu beer peeke, bike pe baita so raha hai ? " for which he replied, " Nahi.. Dust ke against, apna face cover karr raha tha.... " so it be.... Varna we are close to saying a hello to nurses... Woh bhi koi village waali hospital ki... We finally were about to hit the destination, With not much of people around and few open shops and a little bit of enquiry, we got to know the Scandagiri..... Just came across one board on the way which read.... " Scandagiri... The mountaineering Expedation", "Oh, We've not lost way for sure...", i told hari. An Old temple and end of the village is where this mountain started...
My bike just warned me "RESERVE" as we were few metres away from the foot of the trekking mountain. We were the first ones to reach the trekking spot at around 10.30 pm. None of them insight, except few people, who called themselves guides. "Shayad, Off season hai......" The people around did wrap a shawl from head to toe. We bargained for Rs. 100 for him to help us reach to the top most point of the Scandagiri mountain. The first 10 mins was a walk on a muddy road, thankfully it hasn't rained off late and was just about dusty. Hari in the meantime had his camera adjusted and "Click" position already to shoot anything intresting, I was amused..., what the hell is he going to shoot in this dark night ?... " Mere Camera mein flash hai...." God, yeh koi 5G camera hoga.... He clicked a lot of them on the way, Most without knowing, what he was clicking!! Thankfully, The mobile still had range and so thought, incase we need help, we would be having a cell atleast to reach people.! "Beep Beep..." My cell beeped while we were trying to catch up with our guide... the SMS read.. " Nikki has approved you as a potential groom.." abb yeh potential waali baat hai..... so I can't really let you know what happend next., but however, can't even hold much from you as i am quite in need of a fan club following me... I replied.., " Please respond when she is in "drawing semi circle with her toe" term.., We can fix up the " Penne Kaanal chadenge...!!" Thats when the groom officially goes to see the gal for the first time (As per customs in kerala).
"Keep up pace with him... or we would lose way..." Hari yelled.... I finished the SMS and kept walking to catch up with the rest. Almost a kilometre into the mountain, It was surrounded with bushes and plants, luckily nothing that was thirsty of human blood was around. Few more metres up and it was just rocky, and one had to really take big steps to climb the mountain. I had already had a big tummy with the amount of beer and food that we ate, Gosh, why the hell did i eat so much.., why did i ever listen to this stupid hari... Every 10 mins, I would yell...., Rest for 5 mins pls.., the guide used to be like, Sir... Please walk for 2 more mins and there are rocks to sit on which are cleaner than the mud., I had to trust his words in the light of torch and short of stamina by every bit. In between, I managed to post few sms's like "Trekking is terrible...", "I think am dead....", During the rest on the rocks, some 2.5 - 3 kms into the trek...." Lying on the rock, completely sweating, I called my friend... " Tu muje raat ke 12 baje phone karr raha hai..... mein tho bass sone jaa rahi thi.... " The phone answered... "God, I'm dead meat yaar...." I never thought trekking would be so difficult... " I expelled..... "Stop saying that..., I hate when guys use such words.. Anyways, I wont be of any help to you my dear friend....., I hope you make it to the day tomorrow...." and the call was hung up!! All I asked was for a little sympathy or rather empathy.., So did i realise once again... "Whatever comes, at the end of it all,... You are alone"
With almost hitting the top of the mountain, and i asked our guide for the last break, he said, sir just 2 more mins and you will be on the top, and guess what.., There is a setup hotel on friday and saturdays at the top of the mountain..., "Oh cool.., They are going the mallu way..., I murmured (No wonder.., i was in no position to talk as well)." It was 1.20 am and as windy as it could be..... we were at an open place., having hardly anything to hide yourself under/behind/above/anywhere. We were welcomed by a strong hot tea that those setup hotel had, Hari had an omlette, while i was still trying to hold my breath together. I just need some water to drink..., thats all i want at the moment. Luckily we had wrapped our brandy bottles in newspapers, which turned out to be our make up mattress, on which i lied down for almost an hour!! I slept off snoring to glory, without taking a note of the place that i was in!, very soon, i heard noises where a gang of 10-12 made in, They were the 2nd group to the mountain top after us and all of them had powerful flash lights and was using it like a little child would play with a new toy that they found. "Wholesale mein torch lene gaya tha kya woh log...", I asked Hari.... "Hmm... tu yeh kyon nahi bolega.., woh logo ne tuje neend se jo jagaya....." he replied. " Yaar... yeh sunrise kabb hoga...., aur kitne ghante baaki hai...." I enquired..., " Enjoy the chill buddy..., its only 3.20 am.... another two and half hours to go...." tho hari.... lets start off.... Brandy would be feeling lonely yaar.... " Lets go for it.... " hari said.. Hmm.. No paper/plastic glasses... so what do you want me to do ? Mix water into Brandy or Brandy into water ?? (thanks to our doodh walla bhaiyya..., have learned the importance of milavat...) I said... neither of the two., I wish to have it raw... ON THE ROCKS... Felt great...., It was as if we ate a fire ball, that it went down from the chest to the stomach and soon followed it up with the lays that we had carried in our bagpacks.. :-)
You get to know the value of slow moving time incase you are waiting for something., That morning was no different, I was badly badly waiting for a sunrise so that we could see the clouds all over us and i wanted to know how it feels to be between clouds, and can i be only thinking of Nikki and Nikki ( As i had SMSed someone that it would be only her....), but ain't that a big ask... so many beautiful gals around and can i just stick to thinking someone whom i had just seen over an MMS and exchanged only about 4 sentences ? Whatever it may be.... the time had to be spent, When i checked around, I found many people sleeping at each and every corner of the temple, few of them had made camp fires and sat around between them joking, boosing, singing and almost every possible thing to entertain themselves. The gang of 10-12 which had come after us found way into the temple for some shelter as well. They were medical students and were coming from Mysore and were originally from Delhi. It was soothing to hear the Delhi hindi, after being used to the hyderabadi hindi that people speak at bangalore with all the south indian accent..
They were emoting the news reporters and the way they lose communication in between to come back and forth and it was really exciting, atleast that was something that i could keep my eyes on to murder time till sun showed up... Finally it started getting brighter.... although the sun had really now come up., I observed a little by little that the little town which was visible from the moutain was losing the street light one by one. The much awaited guest came up, but with lots of stuff missing...., yes, there were no clouds formed... It was a little foggy, which we usually find even in the streets of Bangalore on a chill morning. Be it a terrorist attack or a Free ride to the zoo., we Indians adapt too quickly with conditions. (only the cricket team dont to the bouncy pitch), I was grumbling inside me for seeing no clouds, but was making myself happy that i seen the sunrise much more clearly. I grumbled and thought about a little fact.., the beach at chennai was as close as 5 kms away from where i was put up, and even then never made an effort to wake up at 6.30 in the morning and be there to see the sun rise over Bay of Bengal, Which would be much more clearer than the trek in the midnight!! Be it so.., I would have to now travel down like the way i climbed up.. Climbing down was relatively easier than climbing up, but was getting tensed when i seen the view from the top to see tiny people at the bottom of the mountain..., gosh i would have to walk that long and the trek below did not seem to be ending itself !, A one and half hour down treak and we found close to the muddy track, on the way i greeted few trekkers by morning to have a good luck with the sun and cloud and be there to see anything that they desired!! Few thanked, few carried on, Few on the way asked, How long do we have to trek.., and i never used to tell them if they were half way up or quarter way up, just used to smile at them and say " You have little more to do..., All the best buddy..."
Down at the bottom, we were welcomed by our ancestors, trying to do what they do best...., I was afraid to click them as they would try to snatch the camera and moreover hari's camera was with a "Flash". On the way i said hari..."dude, this was the trek of a lifetime, I never want to be here again...", "Whats the height of the mountain ?" I asked.. "3 Kms Vertically.... he replied... but, we walked for 8 kms to reach the top for that 3 km vertical mountain..." " W H A T T T T T T T T ?????.... Had you told me about this in Bangalore, I would have never come..." I felt i was cheated, but i really wasn't... He had just hidden the truth from me, but never lied... Next came a "Tender Coconut Seller", He was having a business of his life.., I was wondering, does he need license to sell coconut water, after all thats the only water on earth in which frogs must have not peed..
We both finished one round with the coconut water and Hari insisted on having the next one, I denied. I went to pull up the bike and this is what i see..... someone has torn the bike cover and removed the air of the front tyre. "Shits...., who the hell on this earth is so mean to do this... " It was just not my bike, but all the bikes in the front row., When enquired with the local people, it seems that the area where we kept our bike is a "NO PARKING ZONE", but there was never a board stating it. So there were many bikes and few cars which was the early morning victim... Had no choice, than to find the nearest tyre repair shop and fill some air... and moreover had to find out a petrol bunk as the bike had already warned "Reserve" last night. In a matter of 10 minutes of ride, managed to find a petrol bunk, also filled some air in the front tyre and was set to ride back to Bengaluru... Once again, an amazing ride back to Bangalore, This time instead under the moonlight, it was in the bright daylight.
Dont know how did i reach bangalore, But just had one break for breakfast and i was home by 11.50am dropping hari somewhere close to his place! After a long shower, I and bed stuck on for hours and hours. A sunday was wasted on the bed... But i feel a little sorry for Nikki..., I could not just remember NIKKI and NIKKI only, thats partially because there was no Cloud...
Till Next time,
Lost of Luv, Dhinu!
Ruby Tuesday... Part I
Seems too good for a title.. isn't it ?, Ruby is my lappy, the place where am drafting this blog. she is ruby red in color and hence decided to call her RUBY! I only think about Kingfisher Airhostess when i think about RUBY and the color RED! Incase if you were west, You can always relate "Ruby Tuesday" to a restaurant, but am not gonna discuss the cusines and the restaurant here, but relate it to a day (today) when almost everything went wrong.
Hows the idea of waking up at 4.15 am on cold December morning, and that too at a place like Bangalore, which is much cooler than other parts of south india...(For few at my chennai office mates, i did wake up at 4.15 and i am now a days at office by 8.30 am) I'd no option than to wake up as i had to drop my mom @ the railway station to board a train @ 6.15 am.
The day as always wanted mom to put a little bit of extra effort to wake me up and early morning exercise of carrying some luggage from the 3rd floor to the ground. After some of mouth exercise (naah naughty..,. dont think much), i could get the cab guy to pick us by 5.20 am!!. Early morning or late evening, doesn't bother mom much to give all those gyaan about saving some money, be a good child, wipe your head after shower, sleep and wake up early, pray regularly and so on and so forth (guess, mom said it for the nth time, but she still had the curiousness of a first time advisor), Finally, 5.50 am and we reached the railway station and picked her wallet to reach for her train ticket. She usually puts all of her valuables in her wallet and she sticks it as an iron to a magnet, but the culprit was me this time!.
I opened her wallet, picked the ticket to check the coach number and left the wallet unattended, somehow it slipped down and both of us did not notice. Once we reached the coach did we realise that, the tickets are with us, but not the wallet. I asked mom, "Are you playing some games with me so early in the morning ? ", She said, "Naah..., I really dont have the wallet". I immediately rushed to the place where we sat to pull the ticket out, but in vain, Can there be a good heavy looking wallet left unattended. It was all in vain, I told mom... "I THINK I LOST IT"., mom was stunned for a moment, it was the first time she was losing valuables and it was because of her only son. I did not give up, I tried calling my mom's cell and they were unanswered. Finally, sent an SMS saying, this is my mom's cell and please return the wallet and cell (with absolutely no hopes). The person who picked the phone, did not know English or Hindi, with few kannada and tamil words that i knew, i managed to tell him the place where i was standing (I dont know how do you say Platform No. 2 in Kannada and Tamil, but for sure, i said that in English and he did understand). I told mom, i think we'll get it back, If not, on the way, i've to report this to the cops before i leave for home. I waited till the train left and 5 more mins after that, but did not see anyone coming around to the said place. When i tried calling mom's cell again, i heard that the cell was switched off.... , "Bas****, not only did he run away with the cell and wallet, but also did he waste some time and energy making me wait.... ".
The train left me alone without mom and it left me in much more deeper shit of running around the cops to file a FIR at as early as 6.20 am. Gosh, i didn't have a clue as to these guys would really be in their senses from yesterday's hangover... However, i'd no much choice than to go for it.
I had taken mom's co-passenger's no and told the person that i may call him to get mom, incase i need something urgently..., Back to the entrance of the station and in hunt for the RPF's (Railway Police Force) office., One of the cops told me that its on Platform No. 6 and I reached for it within no time. I found a lady sweeping and 2 policemen on duty. I was praying within myself, God, I really wish you speak to them in kannada, I just know few words in kannada and wonder how could i form sentences and even if i did form them, would it mean something that i did not mean to say ? however, he seen me searching for words (hmm... those were not found fallen on the ground) and came up and asked me.. "Kya hua.. Kya baat hai..." I seighed relief, Huh, i can speak in hindi here and explained the entire situation to him. He made me accept that it wasn't stolen, but it was missed and I accepted it. He asked me to write a complaint in the missing register., It got me thinking (Can moron's think too ?? ), Coz, the column that was filled just above me, had a person's name and address and the book read, "Missing Register..." Would these cops maintain same register for Missing person and a missing wallet + cell ? I had absolutely no hopes that cops would find it out for me and my mom would be once again lucky to be getting a brand new cell.
However, All what had to be done formally had been done. All i can do is now, go home and bang my head for being so silly to lose mom's never lost wallet and her last birthday gift, which was a cell. I made sure i called up the mobile provider to block the outgoing calls atleast. Just 6.30 am in the morning and already lost more than 5K. Not a bad start for the morning..... I never knew what was up in the later part of the morning and early noon., except for the weather being a little gloomy and cloudy. All in all a great day to laze around.
I reached home, sat down with the newspaper and just about to start to office when my friend calls me up saying., "hey.., have you lost your cell...?? Huh... Had i lost my cell, how the hell would you be speaking to me ? Nevertheless, i lost my mom's cell and wallet...." I replied. "A guy called me from the railway station saying, he has found your mom's wallet and cell...." and he wants you to collect it... I was excited and immediately started off to the railway station once again...., Soon after that i also receive a call from my sister saying, someone had called her up and said, mom's cell and purse is with him, but the only thing is, the guy only speaks Kannada... I asked her, " how did you know it was kannada.... It could have been Telugu too... As it is, you dont know both of these languages... do you ?" She was like.... " Poda.... ninte orru valicha tamasha.....(you and your silly jokes)"
Hows the idea of waking up at 4.15 am on cold December morning, and that too at a place like Bangalore, which is much cooler than other parts of south india...(For few at my chennai office mates, i did wake up at 4.15 and i am now a days at office by 8.30 am) I'd no option than to wake up as i had to drop my mom @ the railway station to board a train @ 6.15 am.
The day as always wanted mom to put a little bit of extra effort to wake me up and early morning exercise of carrying some luggage from the 3rd floor to the ground. After some of mouth exercise (naah naughty..,. dont think much), i could get the cab guy to pick us by 5.20 am!!. Early morning or late evening, doesn't bother mom much to give all those gyaan about saving some money, be a good child, wipe your head after shower, sleep and wake up early, pray regularly and so on and so forth (guess, mom said it for the nth time, but she still had the curiousness of a first time advisor), Finally, 5.50 am and we reached the railway station and picked her wallet to reach for her train ticket. She usually puts all of her valuables in her wallet and she sticks it as an iron to a magnet, but the culprit was me this time!.
I opened her wallet, picked the ticket to check the coach number and left the wallet unattended, somehow it slipped down and both of us did not notice. Once we reached the coach did we realise that, the tickets are with us, but not the wallet. I asked mom, "Are you playing some games with me so early in the morning ? ", She said, "Naah..., I really dont have the wallet". I immediately rushed to the place where we sat to pull the ticket out, but in vain, Can there be a good heavy looking wallet left unattended. It was all in vain, I told mom... "I THINK I LOST IT"., mom was stunned for a moment, it was the first time she was losing valuables and it was because of her only son. I did not give up, I tried calling my mom's cell and they were unanswered. Finally, sent an SMS saying, this is my mom's cell and please return the wallet and cell (with absolutely no hopes). The person who picked the phone, did not know English or Hindi, with few kannada and tamil words that i knew, i managed to tell him the place where i was standing (I dont know how do you say Platform No. 2 in Kannada and Tamil, but for sure, i said that in English and he did understand). I told mom, i think we'll get it back, If not, on the way, i've to report this to the cops before i leave for home. I waited till the train left and 5 more mins after that, but did not see anyone coming around to the said place. When i tried calling mom's cell again, i heard that the cell was switched off.... , "Bas****, not only did he run away with the cell and wallet, but also did he waste some time and energy making me wait.... ".
The train left me alone without mom and it left me in much more deeper shit of running around the cops to file a FIR at as early as 6.20 am. Gosh, i didn't have a clue as to these guys would really be in their senses from yesterday's hangover... However, i'd no much choice than to go for it.
I had taken mom's co-passenger's no and told the person that i may call him to get mom, incase i need something urgently..., Back to the entrance of the station and in hunt for the RPF's (Railway Police Force) office., One of the cops told me that its on Platform No. 6 and I reached for it within no time. I found a lady sweeping and 2 policemen on duty. I was praying within myself, God, I really wish you speak to them in kannada, I just know few words in kannada and wonder how could i form sentences and even if i did form them, would it mean something that i did not mean to say ? however, he seen me searching for words (hmm... those were not found fallen on the ground) and came up and asked me.. "Kya hua.. Kya baat hai..." I seighed relief, Huh, i can speak in hindi here and explained the entire situation to him. He made me accept that it wasn't stolen, but it was missed and I accepted it. He asked me to write a complaint in the missing register., It got me thinking (Can moron's think too ?? ), Coz, the column that was filled just above me, had a person's name and address and the book read, "Missing Register..." Would these cops maintain same register for Missing person and a missing wallet + cell ? I had absolutely no hopes that cops would find it out for me and my mom would be once again lucky to be getting a brand new cell.
However, All what had to be done formally had been done. All i can do is now, go home and bang my head for being so silly to lose mom's never lost wallet and her last birthday gift, which was a cell. I made sure i called up the mobile provider to block the outgoing calls atleast. Just 6.30 am in the morning and already lost more than 5K. Not a bad start for the morning..... I never knew what was up in the later part of the morning and early noon., except for the weather being a little gloomy and cloudy. All in all a great day to laze around.
I reached home, sat down with the newspaper and just about to start to office when my friend calls me up saying., "hey.., have you lost your cell...?? Huh... Had i lost my cell, how the hell would you be speaking to me ? Nevertheless, i lost my mom's cell and wallet...." I replied. "A guy called me from the railway station saying, he has found your mom's wallet and cell...." and he wants you to collect it... I was excited and immediately started off to the railway station once again...., Soon after that i also receive a call from my sister saying, someone had called her up and said, mom's cell and purse is with him, but the only thing is, the guy only speaks Kannada... I asked her, " how did you know it was kannada.... It could have been Telugu too... As it is, you dont know both of these languages... do you ?" She was like.... " Poda.... ninte orru valicha tamasha.....(you and your silly jokes)"
Ruby Tuesday - Part II
Reached the railway station, I rode as if i was on a horseback chased by pride! Usually, it (pride) comes before a fall and i rode like i was about to fall, 9.50 am and i am at the railway station once again, All the dust and remains were visible on my jacket., Scieniest could have picked up samples from my jacket to know which side of Bangalore is most polluted as it had dust particles from different parts and roads of Bangalore. Now, the only thing that was bothering was me not knowing kannada and those guys not knowing english or hindi. The challenge was to get my friend Sajith as and when needed, now our man, is not all that good in kannada as well, he and i joined the same office on the same date and has been in Bangalore for almost the same number of years that i was, but the difference was, he never went out of bangalore and i'd been pushed by my company to different places at different times. Now, to let this person(the wallet finder) know that i have reached the railway station..... I called him...., and some voices expelled from my phone.. Seemed like greek and latin to me, but i'd heard them before in local buses and markets..... I did not have much clue to what he was talking about and hence asked sachu to interpret it for me.., he did and he said, worry not, those guys would come in search of you and they did... The person who came had accompanied him with a hindi speaking person.. :-) Now that was a spread of cheese on the bread, I could communicate with much ease. He(the stall guy) told me that the person who found your mom's wallet isn't us, That guy(A Coolie) is on work and he said, he would be coming to our Railway Stall shortly.
Those guys asked me to park the bike and wait for him. Ruby Tuesday was supposed to be much brighter and amusing....., and this is how it got bright., I went to the parking lot, very soon a traffic police followed me and he was expecting to get some perks from me as it was an outside state vehicle. The bike that i was riding was holding a KL registeration and not many people do come here and pay the road taxes and stuff, Baiju, I thank you for this... :-) The traffic (tereffic) cop seen the bike papers and said, i was good to go, but guess what, I had locked the bike and left the keys on the bike itself.
Without taking a notice of this, I went to the railway stall, where this guy was waiting for me. He(The stall guys) asked me whereabouts to know if it was really me who was calling him up and he was quite satisfied by seeing all calls that i made to mom's cell and also the SMS that i sent to mom's cell saying that i am this cell owner's son... He asked me what was the amount present in the cash and mom had told me the amount and that confirmed that i was the right owner :-). I also tried enquiring about why did he switch the mobile off when i called in the morning and decided to meet at Platform No. 2. for which the stall guy replied, this person does not know to operate a mobile and he pressed some button on the cell, which made it go off.He soon exchanged the wallet and asked me to check for all the belongings and i checked them, it was all intact. I offered the guy Rs.200 and the stall guy a Rs.100. Initially the person who found mom's purse refused to take money from me, I insisted and forced him and he did accept, but the stall person refused., he says, that was fine and maybe some other day, somoeone for sure would help him. I was shocked for a moment.. You cannot really expect people like them to speak Tongue like this, however, I had just judged the cover by the book, and i was absolutely wrong. I told a very very big "Thank you" to both of them and left to reach the place where i had parked my vehicle and the keys.., god.., it was still stuck on the bike itself. It was just about 10 mins and the bike with the keys totally left unattended. Dumbstruck, I knew there's something wrong in/with me. I looked up in despair, is it really me who is doing all this ? By this time, I'd made sure to inform mom through the co-passenger's no, my sister, my friend and grandma that i got the wallet and cell back. Granny(Anu.. its not you) always stuck to what she does best., I knew DEVI would find it out for me as i'd put a coin blessed by DEVI unknowingly into mom's purse. Great..., so that does work, atleast to keep granny's belief intact.. :-)
I got back home and now, i needed a shower, to somewhat start fresh to office., by the time, i reached home, i found my bed totally empty and inviting, I thought of lying down for a while before i go for shower., I was tired to the core., i did keep my project lead informed about all that was happening and what was keeping me away from coming to office at 8.30 am in the morning.
However, it was time for much much brighter side of the RUBY TUESDAY, atleast now, there wont be much errors and the rest of the day atleast wont have any surprises. Soon after the shower, when i checked the time, it was already 12.20 pm., a good time to have lunch and go to sleep, but had to make it to the office. So, once again, I started off and once again...., on the KL registered bike. It had just been a couple of metres that i started the bike and just 3-4 feet away from the place that i was riding, did a dry coconut fall down., It just took me by surprise when people were all staring at me., some thought that it was me who fell down from the bike and then found that i had been riding okay.
For a moment i thought....., has it got some hidden message for me ? Is it omen saying, Dhinu, you're time is up ? I moved out from there and few people came rushing for the coconut (god knows... what would they do with a dried coconut). However, after a full meal lunch, manged to reach office, a great achievement i thought.... after the way the morning turned out to be. I was trying to keep my eyes as open as i could.., luckily not many eyes caught me dosing, although my collegues did. "We know how the day has been so far for you..." said one., I grinned... I did not know how did i spend 2 1/2 hours, when i checked the clock, It was finally time for Tea, and i went upto the cafe guy and told him., "Swalpa Strong Tea aaki" (please make it strong)... He did.., By the end of tea, i was a little refreshed...... Not last but the least, I managed to complete 1 of the 8 assignment that was left over for me!!!
Would I really like to remember this day ? or should i forget it ? I think i will rather remember it for someone not going away with my bike keys stuck onto the bike for almost 10 minutes, totally unattended and for finding couple of sincere people who did return my mom's wallet and cell. :-)
Last of them all, I kept going on and on with the blog, till the timestamp on the right hand bottom of my computer screen reads.... 11.43 pm..., Good night people.., thank you for hearing me out till here.., But truely, this was a RUBY TUESDAY!
Lost of Luv, Dhinu!
Those guys asked me to park the bike and wait for him. Ruby Tuesday was supposed to be much brighter and amusing....., and this is how it got bright., I went to the parking lot, very soon a traffic police followed me and he was expecting to get some perks from me as it was an outside state vehicle. The bike that i was riding was holding a KL registeration and not many people do come here and pay the road taxes and stuff, Baiju, I thank you for this... :-) The traffic (tereffic) cop seen the bike papers and said, i was good to go, but guess what, I had locked the bike and left the keys on the bike itself.
Without taking a notice of this, I went to the railway stall, where this guy was waiting for me. He(The stall guys) asked me whereabouts to know if it was really me who was calling him up and he was quite satisfied by seeing all calls that i made to mom's cell and also the SMS that i sent to mom's cell saying that i am this cell owner's son... He asked me what was the amount present in the cash and mom had told me the amount and that confirmed that i was the right owner :-). I also tried enquiring about why did he switch the mobile off when i called in the morning and decided to meet at Platform No. 2. for which the stall guy replied, this person does not know to operate a mobile and he pressed some button on the cell, which made it go off.He soon exchanged the wallet and asked me to check for all the belongings and i checked them, it was all intact. I offered the guy Rs.200 and the stall guy a Rs.100. Initially the person who found mom's purse refused to take money from me, I insisted and forced him and he did accept, but the stall person refused., he says, that was fine and maybe some other day, somoeone for sure would help him. I was shocked for a moment.. You cannot really expect people like them to speak Tongue like this, however, I had just judged the cover by the book, and i was absolutely wrong. I told a very very big "Thank you" to both of them and left to reach the place where i had parked my vehicle and the keys.., god.., it was still stuck on the bike itself. It was just about 10 mins and the bike with the keys totally left unattended. Dumbstruck, I knew there's something wrong in/with me. I looked up in despair, is it really me who is doing all this ? By this time, I'd made sure to inform mom through the co-passenger's no, my sister, my friend and grandma that i got the wallet and cell back. Granny(Anu.. its not you) always stuck to what she does best., I knew DEVI would find it out for me as i'd put a coin blessed by DEVI unknowingly into mom's purse. Great..., so that does work, atleast to keep granny's belief intact.. :-)
I got back home and now, i needed a shower, to somewhat start fresh to office., by the time, i reached home, i found my bed totally empty and inviting, I thought of lying down for a while before i go for shower., I was tired to the core., i did keep my project lead informed about all that was happening and what was keeping me away from coming to office at 8.30 am in the morning.
However, it was time for much much brighter side of the RUBY TUESDAY, atleast now, there wont be much errors and the rest of the day atleast wont have any surprises. Soon after the shower, when i checked the time, it was already 12.20 pm., a good time to have lunch and go to sleep, but had to make it to the office. So, once again, I started off and once again...., on the KL registered bike. It had just been a couple of metres that i started the bike and just 3-4 feet away from the place that i was riding, did a dry coconut fall down., It just took me by surprise when people were all staring at me., some thought that it was me who fell down from the bike and then found that i had been riding okay.
For a moment i thought....., has it got some hidden message for me ? Is it omen saying, Dhinu, you're time is up ? I moved out from there and few people came rushing for the coconut (god knows... what would they do with a dried coconut). However, after a full meal lunch, manged to reach office, a great achievement i thought.... after the way the morning turned out to be. I was trying to keep my eyes as open as i could.., luckily not many eyes caught me dosing, although my collegues did. "We know how the day has been so far for you..." said one., I grinned... I did not know how did i spend 2 1/2 hours, when i checked the clock, It was finally time for Tea, and i went upto the cafe guy and told him., "Swalpa Strong Tea aaki" (please make it strong)... He did.., By the end of tea, i was a little refreshed...... Not last but the least, I managed to complete 1 of the 8 assignment that was left over for me!!!
Would I really like to remember this day ? or should i forget it ? I think i will rather remember it for someone not going away with my bike keys stuck onto the bike for almost 10 minutes, totally unattended and for finding couple of sincere people who did return my mom's wallet and cell. :-)
Last of them all, I kept going on and on with the blog, till the timestamp on the right hand bottom of my computer screen reads.... 11.43 pm..., Good night people.., thank you for hearing me out till here.., But truely, this was a RUBY TUESDAY!
Lost of Luv, Dhinu!
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