Thursday, August 23, 2012

Thank You - My first 55 fiction.

"It was time to close the museum, which was already empty.

He stared at the statue one last time before closing down for the day.

"She's gotta be the most beautiful woman to have ever lived", he murmured while turning back to leave.
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Just then he heard a faint "Thank You" with giggle, behind him".


P.S: I realized that I haven't written anything since a long time. So am putting up this. I wrote this sometime back, but never published it. Thought that this isn't so good. But what the heck. Something is better than nothing.

And nother thing. The title isn't very creative. Couldn't think of anything better. So bear with it..:-)

Thursday, May 3, 2012

QUOTES

          We all keep reading Quotes on facebook, through texts, on facebook, through e-mails, on facebook, on T-shirts, well, you get the drift, right.? We keep reading quotes now and then, here and there. But have you ever seen such situations really happening in your life..? It happened in my life and I will share the best 3 of them.

What goes around, comes back around.

          We all have a facebook account, I too have one. We all add friends, I too do it. And most of the times they are the people we have seldom spoken to in real life. What..?? It's a fact. I'm sure that atleast 80% of the people on fb have added people whom they have seldom spoken to or just said 'Hi' or 'Bye' once or twice. It happens. And its not such a bad thing. Not until you have some not-so-good intentions. So where I was.? Ya, adding people whom you seldom spoke to. When I was new to fb, switching over from Orkut(RIP), I was a little over-enthusiastic, you know, sending requests and accepting them from one and all. I usually used to search the names or search the friends list of my friends to find the people. And there was this girl I saw in one of my friend's friends list. An old forgotten classmate. Have not spoken to each other much. But we knew each other. So I casually sent her a request and forgot about it. Fast forward 1 and half years, while I was stalking on fb, I again came across her name. And I remembered sending her a request long long back. So I went to her profile, it was still "Friend request sent". I cancelled the previous request, and sent her a request again, in case she didn't notice the last one. And was waiting for her reaction. 1 day went by, 1 week went by, 1 month went by. Nothing happened. Therefore I just assumed that she wasn't interested and hit the 'Cancel friend request' button. Cut short to few months back. I logged into fb. A new friend request, and you guessed it right. It was her. I didn't understand the entire thing. I send the request twice in a span of almost 2yrs, she turns down them and now, she sends one herself. Like I became Awesome or something, suddenly. You know what I did..? Turned down her request and blocked her(Yeah, I'm a bad-ass and I know it..:D). And imagined me telling her, "What goes around, comes back around", baby..;-)

Life isn't about the big things, its the Little things that really matter.

           As-usual one fine evening I left the office at 5.35 to catch the office cab. And suddenly I felt like pissing. But due to the fear of missing the cab and since the next cab was after 2hrs, I just ignored it. It was drizzling outside after a heavy downpour. After slightly getting drenched I got into the cab. But the fact that I had a cup of coffee just before leaving and the weather being cold and me getting wet didn't make my situation any better. My condition changed from "Feel like pissing" to "Want to piss". The heavy downpour turned the roads into rivers, in turn making the traffic slow in turn making my life a bit more miserable. At one point when the traffic came to a stand-still and when we had not even covered half the distance after travelling for half an hour, exactly at that point, my condition changed from "Want to piss" to "Need to piss". It was like the focal point of my entire concentration was at the tip of my, well, you know what. And then I remembered, 20 yrs back, when I was 3yrs old, my grandma taught me to sing, Jai Jai Rama, Seetha Rama, when in deep crisis. I started saying 'Rama Rama Rama'(my mind was too occupied to say the whole thing). And after another 40mins of travelling and wading through the crowds on the road, whom I felt, were conspiring against me by blocking my path, and climbing the stairs to 2nd floor to reach our home, and after trying to open the lock and dropping the key and then managing to unlock without dropping anything and running to the toilet without even removing my shoes and after pulling down the fly and pulling out my, Primary liquid excreting organ and when I pissed, it felt like I had 100 orgasms in just a million micro seconds. It was then I realized, "Life is all about little things", like, being able to piss when you want to.


When you know the truth, its fun listening to the lie.

          This isn't exactly same as the quote, but almost similar. This happened few days back at office. My location is on the 8th floor of my office, so I usually take the lift while going up. I got into the empty lift at 1st floor. The lift stopped at 2nd floor and a girl/lady got in. And just after the lift started moving, I smelt something foul, literally. My first reaction was to lift my arm and smell it. And then I thought, "No, I had my bath, sprayed the deo and the shirt was a washed one". Then lifted my legs to check if I had accidentally stepped on some dog shit on my way. And it wasn't the case either. Then it struck me. FART. Fart has this characteristic of being louder or smelling filthier when you try to suppress it. And since I had taken a dump in the morning, and since you know when you Fart, and since there were only two people in the lift, I knew who the culprit is. And being the Gentleman that I'm, I didn't wanna hurt her already embarrassed ego. So I just turned my head the other side with a smug smile on my face and started breathing through my mouth, you know, to avoid smelling the fart. Everything was okay till the 5th floor. Now, enter the third person. As soon as the person came in, the Fart Girl started rubbing her nose, waving her hand in front of her face and all that. I then thought, either her sensory organs are too weak, thereby detecting her own fart so late or she was giving one helluva performance fit only for the Oscars. Either ways I wasn't much concerned. When we reached the 8th floor, I just barged out before her and gave her a split second glance with that smug smile still on my face. And then I thought to myself, "When you know the truth, its fun listening to the lie".

Friday, April 27, 2012

:D :D :D :D :D

Now, don't wonder about the title. Its the mood I'm in now. Grinning wide from ear to ear. How quickly our day turns from tired to lazy to super-active to super-happy. Our day, and if we could extend it further, even our lives depend upon the people we are surrounded by and their lives. And when we see them happy, we are bound to feel happy too.

I don't pray to God often. Or lets say I don't ask things to God often. Its usually a quick 'Thank You' or 'Take Care'(of me, of-course :P). If at all I ask, its for better health for the dear ones and a good and happy life for all(I know, its a bit too much. But hey, He is supposed to be the God and I'm supposed to be Good, right..??). And when such days come by, I'm sure that God was listening to my prayers with a set of Sennheiser headphones. I'm also very surprised by the fact that how, many little happy moments combine to become a very happy occasion or a happy day.

And today it was all because of my friends, and to an extent, this video. Been listening to it all day. Like in the ad it was used, "Everyday is Amazing". And yes I digress. My friends. Yes, today I'm super happy because they all are happy. If one has joined a new job this past week, to make a new career, other got a good job offer. If one has gone to Gelf for a better life another rediscovered love or started rediscovering. I know, they are all very happy. But none are as happy as me. You ask how..?? I will explain you. Lets consider they are all 100% happy, then I'm 400% happy or even more. Because happiness can only be transferred from one person to another with equal quantity or more but never less..:D

Also I sincerely hope that these things remain this way and don't turn out to be like an election manifesto of our politicians. That would be very disappointing. And you don't want me to get disappointed. It gets real bad(eyes start to become green(the pre-effect of 'The Avengers' ;-) ) ). And grinning so wide all day with my cubicle placed adjacent to the Ladies' restroom is not helping me in any way. Hope that none of them were going through PMS.

Ok folks, thats it for now. Thats all my brain can think of now. I assume my story writing ability is diminishing by the day. Need to write my B.E exams once again, that will replenish it I suppose. So go back to whatever you were doing. There are better things to do in life than reading my posts. Go Go.

And yes, did I mention that I got promoted to Senior Software Engineer yesterday..??

Yesterday, my status on FB was, "Senior Software Engineer..?? Me..?? *Scratching-my-head in puzzlement*". And I still stand by it...;-)

Ok, Ta Ta. Bye Bye.

Wednesday, February 8, 2012

THE SMART INDIAN


Long long ago so long ago there lived a very Smart Indian. One fine day while he was doing his routine job, he suddenly got an idea. He immediately converted his idea into an Invention. All the other Indians who were also smart but not as smart as him were amazed by his invention. Everyone congratulated him on his fine invention. The King summoned him to his court and honored him. He asked the Smart Indian to invent many such things. The Smart Indian felt very happy. The other Indians asked the Smart Indian’s permission to use his invention, for which he agreed happily. For he took pride in his invention being used by others.

Another fine day an Arab came to the Smart Indian’s village. There he saw the people using something new. He came to know that it was the Smart Indian’s invention. So he went to the Smart Indian and asked him to give him a piece of his invention for which he would pay him 5 bucks. The Smart Indian felt really happy now. Not only his invention will be used by a foreigner but also he will get paid for it. So he agreed for it instantly. And the Arab took the invention to his country and started using it there.

                Again another fine day when a Britisher went to the Arab to do business, he saw the invention of the Smart Indian. He enquired the Arab about the invention and its inventor. He saw a great potential for the invention. So he took a ship and made a voyage to India to meet the Smart Indian. When he found him, he made a business agreement with the Smart Indian. That he would pay him 2 bucks more than the Arab and the Smart Indian had to produce many pieces of his invention which he would sell in his country. Now the Smart Indian was overwhelmed with happiness and agreed for the business deal.
                
                The Britisher took the invention to his country and started selling them for 15 bucks. He got richer by the day. And an American, who saw this, got an idea. He said that he would invent something similar but much better than it. So he puts a lot of effort and invents an improved version of the Indian’s invention. Everyone was amazed by the new improved version. They start buying the new invention from the American even though it was 3 bucks more costly than what the Britisher sold.
                
                And a Chinese who saw all these got an even bigger idea. He said that he would invent something similar to the American’s invention and sell it at half the price. As he knew the American’s invention was an improved version of the Indian’s invention, he bribes a politician from the Smart Indian’s village and asks him to steal the procedure of producing the Indian’s invention for which he would pay him 50 bucks. And then the Chinese started producing the invention and sold them for 9 bucks. Since the Chinese sold the products at a lower price, others’ business fell down.
                
                The Smart Indian who was now left jobless, went to the Chinese. He told the Chinese that he has an idea by which he can produce the product at even lesser cost. So the Chinese employs the Smart Indian to produce his product at lower cost and paid him 1 buck for each piece. The Smart Indian felt very very happy. And lived happily ever after.

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

KAVITHE

Hi one and all. Been long since I posted anything worthwhile. Ok, anything at all. So that's why I post here this poem that I wrote when I was in my 2nd PUC or 12th as some people say. Its in Kannada. And guess what.? It fetched me 2nd prize in the competition.

What big deal you ask..??

Its a big deal indeed I say. Its like Rakhi Sawant being awarded for her Acting skills. :D

ರೈನ್ ರೈನ್ ಗೋ ಅವೆ

ಆಕಾಶದ ಕಡೆ ನೋಟ
ಮಳೆ ಬರುವುದು ಎಂಬ ಆಸೆ
ಒಣಗಿದ ಬೆಳೆಯ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಚಿಂತೆ
ಸಾಲ ಹೇಗೆ ತೀರಿಸುವುದು ಎಂಬ ಆಲೋಚನೆ
ಮುರಿದು ಹೋದ ಕನಸುಗಳು
ಒಣಗಿ ಹೋದ ಹೊಟ್ಟೆಗಳು
ಭವಿಷ್ಯದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ಭಯ
ಮಳೆಯನ್ನು ನಿರೀಕ್ಷಿಸಿ ಕುಳಿತಿದ್ದ ರೈತ.
ಹೀಗೆ ಇರುವಾಗ, ತನ್ನ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಮಗನ
ಸಂತೋಷ ಗಾನ
"ರೈನ್ ರೈನ್ ಗೋ ಅವೆ"

You thought I would leave you with a poem in a language which most of you dont understand..? You Dumb-ass..!!  Ya I like to show-off. But that is not the intention behind this post. I posted this poem as my FB status few days back and since my friends who did not understand the language, wanted to know the meaning, I tried to translate it using Google translator. And this what it translated it as.

Rain Rain Go Away

Side view of the sky
Rain coming from the desire
Worry about the dry crop
How does the idea of ​​debt tirisuvudu
Went broke Dreams
Sear hottegalu
About the fear of the future
Farmers wait for rain and sitting.
Thus, while his little son
Pleased with regina
"Rain, Rain Go Away"

This is like the Kolaveri version of my poem. :P
And who the Hell is Regina..??

P.S: Kavithe means poetry in Kannada..:-)

Friday, October 21, 2011

Diwali Celebration

Lots of commotion(didn't find a better word to describe it) at office. Deepavali celebrations is being organised with Floor decoration, Ethnic wear, Rangoli and other things. I'm not that guy who actively participates in these kind of activities, unless threatened at gunpoint or a pretty lass comes by and asks for some help. I would better go to sleep on my desk. That's why I slid down my chair and made sure that no one noticed me being free. But damn, few people have Hawk-eyes. They made me drape all the pillars with shiny orange cloth.

Oh yeah. On the theme part. They have given our floor the Kadamba. What..?? You do not know Kadambas..?? You gotta be kidding me. Kadamba.. The Kadamba Dynasty. The empire which ruled the Karnataka region during 345-525 A.D. Ok I wiki-ed the year part. But still. You must be remembering something from your primary school History class. Ok forget it. They have given us the Kadamba dynasty. And the floor colour is Yellow. So they have pasted this yellow cellophane papers across all the lights. Now it feels like the whole floor has got Jaundice.

Wait a moment.

Sorry for the interruption. Some guy asked me to decorate my cubicle. With flowers. My cubicle now looks like a First-night room. I always wondered about the cubicles. Particularly that of women. They have this teddy bears, printed coffee mugs, paper weights, cactus, interesting key-chains, pics of theirs/friend's/brother's/sister's/neighbor's babies, plastic flowers, pen stand with pens of all colors and other God-knows-what things. My(or in general a guy's) cubicle looks like a barren land when compared to theirs. Just a paper with short-cut keys for vim and linux commands. What was God thinking when he created Eve. Hmmph. Only God knows.

When I went to get coffee, I saw that the whole pantry was transformed into a Rangoli pitch/field. It looked superb. I could have been of some help. Now drop that raised eye-brows. Ya I can draw Rangoli. Better than most girls. Especially the Pulli-kolam(I do not know what they call it in other languages. Its a form of rangoli where you first keep the dots, then you connect them or interlace them using various patterns creating various designs. Google is acting a little weird today, I will post the pic later). If I had participated in any Rangoli competition, I would have given the girls a run for their money. But I thought that it would be too Gay to do that. And when did Sherwani become ethnic wear for South-Indian men..? Stupid, I say.

Do you know whats the most difficult thing at a work place. No, its not working for 12 or 14 or 16hrs that's difficult. It's when you don't have any work and still have to act like you are very busy with lotsa work, that my Friend, is the most difficult thing. I feel guilty sometimes. They pay me so much, and I'm sitting here, blogging and ridiculing their efforts to make us happy and comfortable.

Whatever..!!

This is my 3rd post in the last 3 days. Kinda record for me. Hope I keep up the good work...:-)

P.S: Google is acting really weird. Its throwing up lots of Errors. If possible I will post this today(21st Oct) orelse there's always another day. I'm not launching rockets after all..;-)

Thursday, October 20, 2011

The Buzzzzzing BEE

Aahh. Have you ever experienced the feeling where you are constantly under disturbance. Its not annoyance mind it. Just disturbance. That's what I have been experiencing since few days. To say exactly since the past 3-4 days. Its like you are sitting in a park trying to think hard about something but suddenly a bee comes by, Buzzing around.
"Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...
"zzzzzzzzzzz"...
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...

You just flicker your hand to shoo off the bee and then again it comes back buzzing.
"zzzzzzzzzzzz"...
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...
"zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz"...

Its just pure disturbance. Not letting me think about anything. And I'm unable to catch this bee and kill it or atleast catch it, put it in a box and throw it far away. Its all fully disturbed for me right now. Ok now let me rant about few things here.

My seating location was changed for the fourth time in the last 40 days. It was actually my entire team. But still. At first my cubicle was beside 2 pretty things. Then they said they were doing some re-ordering and sent our entire team to a small lab on the below floor. That lab was smaller than an average Computer lab in a High school. Then they scattered us all around that floor. Then they called us back to our previous floor. And my manager made me sit in a cubicle that is beside his. As though its gonna bother me..;-) And then he went on-site.

The irritating part here is, once you sit in a place it takes time to get accustomed to the environment. To find out all the good looking women on that floor and know their locations and the distance between you and the nearest good looking one. When I'm done with all this things, they pull me out of there and throw me in a new place. Aarghhhh.

I have been wanting to write a lot. But instead of writing I end up reading. Its the blog I'm talking about. Not that I dont have ideas to write. I'm a bit lazy. Ok, much more than bit.  What..?? Ok I'm a lazy-ass who doesn't even move his bum right to left. I know you are no less. But the thing is, even before writing I start thinking What to write..? How to write..? When to write..? And end up not writing at all. I didn't even have much work at office lately.

So I end up reading blogs whenever I feel like writing a post. Then I made up my mind yesterday and posted this. Not that I posted something good. But something is always better than nothing, isn't it.? I still want to write more. And keep the promise I made to my blog. But then who cares. I also need to change its look. I'm getting bored with it. But not now. I'm very much disturbed.

Ah..!! The happy part. I'm leaving for home tomorrow, for Deepavali. Will be a week long holiday. In case any of you read this before Deepavali, here you go "Happy Deepavali"..:-) Wear new dress, eat lotsa sweets, light lotsa diyas, burst crackers, burn your fingers. Ok not the last one. But have a blast. I shall go home, catch that bee, tie it to a Rocket and send it away to the skies. And by the way, theres a love story coming around. Keep reading. :-)