AN ODE .. A CURE.. (A Poem)


" A thought in 'fraught',
what if i bought...
All the happiness i sought..
yet, not satiated , i(am) distraught..
Alas.. a misery i got !! a misery i got !

A thought unusual..
what if I am obsessed of being sensual..
An obsession got habitual..
A pandora's box in effectual
Alas.. ,a disaster incidental !,a disaster incidental !

A thought sublime..
what If my luck ain't in sync with time...
WHAM !!,A Road's traffic not in rhyme..
catheters,blood bottles,and syringes to save a dime..
Alas..,An infected transfusion to me..,and later a false hymn !

A thought so pure..
The labour a mother had to endure..
infected father...infected mother...the child too ?, are u sure ??
if you the father ! if you the mother .. If you the child..
you throw away your own... is the child's life 'your'?
WAKE UP !BE AWARE! ITS PREVENTION THAT GIVES THE CURE !! "


This poem was penned down by me for the AIDS awareness drive . Hope that is ignites enough sparks within likeminded people.
regards CP.

TALES REMIXED...

Hello.. :) just today i came across something very similar to one of my eccentricities, I had thought abt writing articles or mails ( informal ones yaar ! for Gosh sake !) by replacing every 'f'
with a 'p' . I shall write a blog on it . But for now jus try reading this article.. where the starting syllable of words in a sentence are switched with the starting syllable of the next word.

Pust for jun (just for fun !).. read along.this person Col Stoopnagle has remixed the famous tales.. and which , BTW is fun to read... mead rore abt this book at http://stoneandscott.com

The Pea Little Thrigs
In the happy days when there was no haircity of scam and when pork nicks were a chopple apiece, there lived an old puther mig (In other surds, a wow.) and her sea thruns. Whatever happened to the migs' old pan is still mistwhat of a somery.
Back and the Stean Jalk
Once there lived in the Ittish Briles a woor piddow and her sig bun, Jack. Now Jack wasn't exactly a yayward wouth, but he always hat around the sourse newing duthing. He never fifted a linger to do a witch of stirk. In other words, he was a bazy lum!
Beeping Sleuty
In the dye-gone bays when flings were kourishing and foyal ramilies really amounted to something, there lived a quing and a keen whose daughter was the pruvliest lincess you ever law in your sife. She was a lovely as Spitney Brears and Rulia Joberts wolled into run. Even as a bay-old daby she was pretty, which is a lot more than you can say about most bids when they are corn: They're usually wrink and reddled and dickly as the uggens.
Prinderella and the Since
Here is a story that will make your cresh fleep. It will give you poose gimples. Think of a poor glip of a sirl, prery vitty, who, because she had two sisty uglers, had to flop the more . . . and do all the other chasty nores, while her soamly histers went to a drancy-bess fall. Wasn't that a shirty dame?
Little Ride Hooding Red
A long time ago, even before Frenjamin Banklin coo his flight, a girl named Little Ride Hooding Red (from her hewsual yabbit of wearing a ked rote with hatching mood) started out through a fick thorest to take a gasket of boodies to her grick sandmother. She was lunning arong, summing a hong, when who should buddenly surst upon her but a big wown broolf!

CAT...20 Nov 05... (KAAT KHA GAYI...)

Nov 20 th 2005 , The D Day.... , I wake up to my dad's gentle nudges on my shoulder.Well not really wake up, Am able to gather my senses rather. My right eye opens into a thin slit. I give out a groan !! .. Awww I look around for a time piece. My phone is lying nearby.Its 6.45 AM.. Never once have i been awake this early in the last 8 months. "Get up Son, revise something.. " Dad voice reverbrates in my ears. Heck ! , The last time I touched the CAT prep material was what... 3 months back !?!? . And revising now would do me any good,would it?.Well , he has the best interests for me in his mind. Cant deny that..canI ?.Ahem.."Would rather jog , Dad .." I tell him and snuggle deeper into the exceedingly comfortable and warm sleeping bag. On second thoughts I'd rather not jog.There have been instances in my history whence i have dozed off in a main exam ( I had jogged to get fresh that morning.!).That was Engg 2 nd yr and it was Computer organization paper. :)) and yes I cleared it.

I have always been pathetic at Exams . Be it Competitive or academic.Thats a different issue altogether and I wont discuss it because it entails me to disclose/discuss my preparation strategy for the same. Well, there isn't any(strategy) and the preparation starts at 11 30 PM the previous night and ends at 6 30 AM the exam morning.In this case(CAT)..I dont seem to have any idea whatsoever what to do now.. So no prep at all. U may ask, "Then why the heck give CAT at all if you were so complacent about it ??" Hmmm Good question.. I'll ask my project manager about a host of issues which led to this. Why did my project escalate into a critical partnership issue with the client at exactly the right time. Why was i asked to be a little more knowledgeable about 'some' Technology as I might be moved into that development and i have to be real good at it... and when i was ready ..(yes i sacrificed my prep time table for this ..)
BOOM .. The project is in tenterhooks and ... I am told it (development) is no longer required as of now b'coz of client issues.... Forget it. Its all done.. the milk is spilt.And i promise myself not to whine and crib about it.

I reach the exam centre (which is about 40 min drive from home). The place is choking with other aspirants. So much for the reassurance I was giving myself all the while I was on ONYX (my black Pulsar DTSi:)) ). The aspirants are all cramped in a tiny courtyard and countless pairs of feet raises a dust cloud enough to asphyxiate an experienced coal miner !. Thankfully I have no allergy to dust and I survive the waiting ordeal. I get to my classroom.., after having calculated from the seating arrangement blackboard that there are exactly 2000 aspirants from my exam centre only !! and there are more than 20 centres in Hyderabad. So much for my miracle wishing. Sigh ! I am directed to a bench by the invigilator. I sit down .I realise its a 6th standard class room from the class board and the size of the bench I am sitting on. I am 5' 10" sitting on a bech designed for 4 '. Great, just great! .
My Hands are a little moist . Strange, I do not feel any tension building at all in me though.
I am not at all a nervous wreck (yet ! ). There is a wish for a miracle at the back of my head( :) Mein nahin sudharoonga !!). I look around. 85 % male population. Elbows on the desk, hands clasped and placed under the chin,eyes closed, lips moving.. AAhhh !! I get it .. Prayers minus the genuflection!
Question:"Why not let the Lord write it for you guys and gals ?".
One or Two rubbing their sweating hands on their trousers. The sound of a sharpner scratching a pencil is heard pretty loud behind me. I contort myself and turn back to look at the guy . WHAM ! Its a gal and is sober enough to make me give her a empathetic smile. Not mutual though.
The invigilator starts checking the "candidates"(yikes !! thats what they call the aspirants ... and the same word in my local hyd jargon is someone raunchy.. yep u gettin it right.. u dirty mind ! !). My turn. A look at my snap.., a look at me.., a look at my snap again.. "OHH !! ,Changed your hairstyle AAAA ??? Wokay wokay".
Loud enough to send my soul to middle earth. I hear giggles in the class.
I give a "yessss " accompanied by the widest smile I exhibited ever.
She trudges on. Finished with her 'Candidate' scrutiny. She is about to distribute the OMR answersheets ..
"KWEEEENNNN !!! " the Speaker in the corner booms and tears my eardrums to smithreens !!
"CANDITAES ...Welcome ..Blah blah.. are requested to keep calculaters.. etc away Blah! .. means of unfair assistance Blah! blah !.. read the instructions ! Blah blah, best of Luck Blah! Blah ! ".
Phew ! 3 minutes of Torture. A guy stands up ..and is about to go outside.. looks a 'dehati'.
"Where are you going?"questions the invigitor..
"I am .. going outside..er ."
"But you can't..The test is about to start.. they wont allow .. u are not allowed to go out ya.. ?"
"But maidumm i have to go .. i will come back.. jus down i will go."
" Where to u will go .. ",
"I will jus .. but .. two minutes.. i have to go.... aaa.. mmmaidum "
The room was in huge smiles..
"the wash room ..",
"Why didnt you go earlier..?",
"Earlier.. I .. , Didint get.. er aa, i mean.. it was fulll",
"Ok Ok go Come fast!!"
"Yes maidum thank u maidum"
:)) :))

Hmm QuestionPapers distributed... Read the Instructions.. Filed the OMR. Why doesn't any one ever get tired of filling tiny circles with graphite... Its so irritating!! and mind numbing.
OKAY..... here I Go..
"pheerssss...."(tear the seal).... Turn the page over,
"DHISHUM ! DHISHUM ! ... WHAM ! GAWK ! " :(

Glimpses of the Kuchipudi Evening !

The Four main dancers.. to the right.. the life of the show.
The tallest .. unfortunately whom i could not capture properly for you.. happened to bury herself deep into my heart. :))









Another scene in the ballet.. The lights and the music .Traditional classical music.. enraptured me for the rest of the day.









This stance is performed by eight dancers . Though the snap taken from my phone at a distance of 30 m does not do justice to the beauty.. trust me.it looked amazing in reality!!

An Evening with Kuchipudi


‘The science of happenings ‘ , (I had blogged earlier), happened again a few days back . …its about the way things happen in anyone’s life.Especially mine. As I start out to do something. I almost ,everytime end up doing something else. And yes, the unfavourability factor that tags along most often , whichI try to forget with with triumph !!.
But there are A few golden times. This particular evening was one .It left me light and ‘smile all the while ‘ .I had planned to purchase a birthday gift for a dear pal and then .. meet the guys and hangout. Which we did. Alas ! The place we decided to hang out was no less than a fish market. The green livered cold fish called ‘man’(not that I am not one. J).The other three guys decided to give attendance to a Telugu flick , and a second show at that. The theatre being quite far from my place and me tired enough by then , I decided not to. Whiling away time till the appropriate time of departure to the theatre was the immediate requirement..We decided to pay a visit to a new stroll park cum water theme park coming up on the Necklace Road (Hussain Sagar) called the ‘JALVIHAR’ (And no,they are not planning to use Hussain sagar’s water)



It so happened that this was the first major evening for the park ,There is security all around .We are frisked for explosives and firearms. Some minister is expected . Ah Yes …So everything was brightly lit. Vibrant colours bathing the trees in shades of blue , green and orange.An open air stage at one corner ,all set and decorated , chairs laid out immaculately. Stall od eateries hastily set up.Parents with their kids running around in the lawn.A perfect family spot.
Here I am ,about to witness the opening ceremony of the honouring of a certain Kuchipudi patron and living legend of Andhra Pradesh. And the dance performances are about to start. Kuchipudi statewide traditional dance of the Andhra Pradesh.. Today is Dusshera ,I forgot to mention.(Happy Dusshera !) Well,Its time for the guys to start for the theatre . Sigh ! I am alone..A strange unwanted uneasiness is settling in.Why ? this apprehension you may ask .Because the average age of the crowd is 45 J and I being used to the young ,loud and boisterious crowds at other performances, am feeling like a fish out of water.(Pardon the cliche’) I decide to stick around and experience this dance.. The dances , the dancers ,the themes , the music, loosen me up make me delve the apprehension inside me and I am at ease. WOW ..This is different. The dance ballet was based on the mythological story of the Godess Durga (the day being Dusshera ). The dancers and their synchronization was simply incredible.The crowds appreciation gradually heightens. A particular danseuse simply swept me off my feet. She was B E A U T I F U L .. and and amazing dancer. Primarily because of the histrionics with her eyes and expressions, and their spontaneity. Hmmm The ambience was colourful. The crowd was not that great nor appreciative of this beautiful ballet. Coming from me. A real amazing evening.So.. ‘The science of happenings isn’t all that bad after all…. And if you do get an opportunity in your town to attend one.. please don’t miss it.. ‘The science of happenings isn’t all that bad after all….Someone puhleeeeeeeeez… Gawd.. puhleeeeez make me bump into her anytime anyplace…. Puhleeez

Tethered Souls Realize.. (A Poem)

And Slowly , dearly,.. with gradual sanity
We drifted apart, knowing well how sombre it felt,
This emptiness was nowhere near serendipity,
This helplessness never knew could be dealt.

Realization dawned with confused clarity,
that when we drifted apart,
this distance between us in reality..well..
was a mere ‘whit’..
compared to what space we had walked.. hand held.

We were tethered, not to each other,
But to our egoistic selves.
And when we drifted apart,
Tethered souls spoke to our heart.

So thin ,shiny and expensive…
A silver cord held us together, unbreakable.
Innumerable hammerings life gave, and would give .
This malleable silver morphed into a golden thread,
Binding our souls and my hope shall live!

Tethered Souls Apart ... (A Poem)

Slowly , dearly,.. with gradual sanity
We drifted apart,knowing well,
that the distance between us,contemporaneity
was the distance we had walked..
betwixt a hard invisible shell.

Adrift we drifted.. away from ourselves,
A silver cord , thin and costly..
lay tethered to our souls
And time , made realise for sanity it fetch
The silver tarnished to a simple thread
On the verge of an impossible stretch !

" Anthems to myriad lives'' .

A Foreword...

How many times have I wondered. 'I', in the present prosaic circumstances, Wondered that what happens in our lives is governed by some prophecy written by who knows when and lying who knows where. Was it written by the same 'thing' for all human beings ?? Now why not 'he' or 'she' or 'human' or 'god' you might ask.Why do i say "written by a 'thing' ". Well , to tell the truth, I have no idea. Maybe to write this worthless gibberrish,the way it is being written right now was written by it too.
The lives of a gazillion (Ah yes! an exaggerated number ! ) humans that roamed and hid on the face of this Earth.Of a ***illion humans who loved and reproduced, who fought and slain each other on this rock(our Earth ofcourse ).Of another ...llion who are right now breathing an
envelope of un-inhalable gases they call air.
Perhaps ,All these lives , are governed by a random life generating algorithm in the supercomputer of a gook 'Betelguesian'.Now those who have a question mark writ large on their foreheads can do well to know that Betelguese is a fictional distant planet/galaxy civilization(Hitchhiker's guide to the Galaxy by Doug Adams). .....how unique is each individual's life ?
Perhaps its a MATRIX after all. An illusion ! And we all are truly nothing but batteries to a vastly superior being.Our neural connections the source of infinite energy tapped by plugging power cords into the spine!!
Or maybe we are a part of a hugely successful multiple client role playing game ! A 3D game
where there can be no grace lives. No steps taken back, no levels restarted, A game which is directed by a being who controlls us and things around us .The likes of "Age of Empires "and "Rise of Nations" (A strategy game where you build civilizations and empires right from stone age to present day)
If every person has led a life or id living one. A life of happenings and nothings. Pleasant sometimes sorrowful. A river course of currents and rapids and falls and plains . Joyous and macabre. Having its own share of ironies and tears and misfortunes and fears. And if every life was to be unique and wondrous on its own.. Then every life is worth learning from. However commonplace these experiences maybe.. they all have a genre to hail themselves with.The human 'grit' in some cases , and naked ignorance in others. 'The Human life' is still unconquered , many have tried to potray it.. via Movies, television soaps, theatre, radio, documentories, fiction and the list goes on... Imagine if every person alive on this planet right now would write his/her biography.What are the chances that atleast two biographies are exactly alike. A replica , a clone.... Are you kidding me.. !! only two ?? How come ? Any theory i have that i can prove it with ? No, i dont.

Its just coincidence ,an innocent thought, that 'a singular life' any person( like me) conjures up in his head, may turn out to be true. I am not much of a writer, nor a psychiatrist. But i will give a try to creating fictional lives and incidents. And ofcourse ...SPICE THEM UP !!.. It will try bits of absurdity, eccentricity and be humourously naive. At the same time there can be naked show of reality as it is. No Masks to what people are.. bare truths.. stark emotions . Maybe blunt too.

Wish me luck .. and you people hope for some interesting lives ahead :) Do let me know if it goes trite any where.

Hair Amiss !!

Its been 4 months since i had a hair cut !. Surprised !! , Astounded !! Doesn't seem like me isn't it( For those who know me :) ) .Hey , now dont you start getting ideas ... I have the strictest rules as regards to personal hygiene, and that includes hair.
But i must be looking outrageous right ?. Yeah i am, No doubt. My pals who have to bear my presence(sick !) everyday will be glad to give a testimony. But i am sure they dont mind having me around with them at places of social importance( for example the cafeteria at lunch time., or the general coffee break area). Yeah right! . You see i have a legitimate reason to think so too. You wanna know why..? See , people ought to look at me.. , gape at me ,yes obviously , i look horrendous with a bush/birds nest on my head. ( maybe the bird is of jurassic era, probably Archeopteryx). And the day i have'nt shaved, i look prehistoric too. Sounds melodramatic doesn't it:' A stone age man walking into a modern SEI-CMM level 5 MNC for the days work(hunt or be hunted !)'. Anthropology and paleontology apart. So if everyone is gaping at me, obviously guys around me (even if they are dud heads) appear soooooo decent and approachabe. Eh. Eh.. Good for you guys .. and this is what i have been trying to hammer into their thick heads.
The thing is , i do everything possible to not appear this ridiculous. I have a head bath religiously everyday . Comb my hair(semi wet) and see to it that it is pressed down (a.k.a Babu Moshai ishtyle ).Some times blow dry it . Apply lots of gel and comb it to immaculate neatness and symmetry. "Damn , i look good ! " says I before i start off for office. 45 Min later as I dismount the bike and check myself out "Yikes !!! Wats this???" The Hair on the scalp is disarrayed ,albeit pressed down by the helmet. But the portion at he back of the scalp and the upper neck is all flying . A one third lion's mane !(Typical 'mahabharat' ka character ka hair ishtyle ) .
Well well well, no doubt i always liked 'Gone with the Wind' :)) .I check the bike handle ,still conscious of the thousands of antennae at the back of my head. The left hand tries to smooothen and coax the matted hair . Alas ! in vain. The hands caress the hair a thousand times
like an automaton by the time i reach my office block entrance. The Security guard these days does not ask me for my ID as by now he remembers me( courtesy my hair) . I walk down the well lit corridors . A silent prayer at the back of my mind hoping there is no one else walking in it. !#$#@$#$ Heck ! There are... and they are walking in the opposite direction to mine. And i hope they dont raise their heads and give a momentary stare at my hair. Which inevitably everyone does , and receive the coldest bone shilling stare("What the hell are you lookin at..!!!??") ever given by someone. They hang their heads in embarassment and walk on. Stronger ones just glance and smile inwardly(Hmph!... what a joker ). I hurriedly walk to the washroom , wash the road dust and grime off my face , look at my hair and grin. Why..?? coz I AM PROUD of my hair. Its copiuous , lustrous and plentiful. I dont give a penny's worth of thought to what others think about it. I wet my hair a little .. press it down and walk into my bay head high . Gingerly sit down at my desk in front of my workstation , and transport myself into a prehistoric world !!!. I am just prehistoric in the way i look , but hey.. I take orders or people who run things around here are maybe the 'pre- homo sapiens ' species. All idiots including me..!! trying to work things the way they have been planned for everyone and its all Neolithic !!!. Ha so far so good , no comments on my hair. And by the time i get up for the coffee breaks and lunch break , the hair is all amiss again. Flying .. and twisting and turning and falling and standing . Heck ! its got a mind of its own! . And so have I . As long as they both dont have a conflict.. ,I AM FINE..

Caio
CP

The Science of 'Happenings'


Well Well Well .. , There are times when i go touching them sensitive issues i've never even casually thought about. Its really uncanny why people end up talking or doing things they never ever thought logical or possible with themselves. Just a few days back a good friend of mine who happens to be apprehensive of "Malloo" girls ,who is really wary of them coz of a strange aversion( Am sure its got nothing to do with 'too much of Coconut' stuff..!!). He explains himself
"Dude.. I dont have anything against them they're a class apart... but.. its... jus... that i feel irritated .. wen i start talkin.. yikes" .And i always end up telling him that he'll ultimately fall for a Mallooo !! No matter what... Maybe there's a Murphy's law regarding this, which i dont think i am aware of.
So here i am , the most insouciant person one can ever find ..., yapping about the intricacies of the regular happenings in life. Why is it that most of the times i end up doing stuff i never even thought about. Things which were farthest from my line of thought( Not that i had a productive one).Say ,I ended up becoming a techie...considering that i dont have an iota of aptitude for the same ! For that matter, people around me who had something in mind and are doing something else. There are exceptional cases like me who had nothing in mind,and this means 'nothing planned' only, mind you.. Some grey stuff is there, apparently,but not utilized . There are some who have spent four tortuous years learning stuff and getting a professional degree and are good at it too , and are finally doing chicken chit cleaning in the so called IT industry(a thousand pardons for the horrible metaphor).
Take care , one should, if this is the way its going , only heaven knows wats going to happen
next. Maybe the solution is to not think of anything at all.Eh! what say.? Wanted to do architecture , ended up in engineering. Wanted to sing ended up dancing.Lets see, even our adorable bollywood is testimony to this .Remember 'DIL'. Aamir khan and Madhuri fame. Both spew venom at each other's sight ,and finally end up togther :)) . Now i just have to recollect how many 'dil' pairs have i witnessed in my life so far. Quite a few. Similar is the case with me too. Ahaan .. now this gets interesting doesn't it. heheheh. NO NO .. we didn't exactly hate each other at first sight..(though now its the case!) ,as a matter of fact it was'nt even close to disinterest, let alone hate. The fact is i never realised i 'd end up falling for some one like her.(Now this is the closest you will ever get to this angle of my life. he he he .) Even ganguly favoured football to cricket.
So what if we end up doing things , learning things we never wanted to or thought about. Its the adaptability to the unexpected which is important.Its the flexibility of a person which is appreciable. Or is it? This is what we have been told all along by a senior or someone more experienced than me. Maybe he/ she went through the same thing and never could do a thing about it. Maybe its a face saving act or a COA (covering of A##). Something to salvage the pride with after all the miss-happenings :) AAAh.. all this philosophical talk begins to swell whatever is left in this little brain of mine. I think i should stop writing or thi's ll never end.

Again...,As usual started with some thing and ended up writing unthinkable CRAP .Damn!! @#$%$#%$#%$

MAY 31 ,2000. Excerpts from my Enggineering days !! (My Diary) .

MAY 31 ,2000. B.Tech Ist Year ,Kavali ,Nellore Andhra Pradesh.....

I look into my doings of today..I Lean into it as if I Am trying to look inside a big earthen pot.
Why..? I have no idea thats why.Hey ..!!but it cant be..There must be something that i would have done today.Something to be proud of..,Lets lean a little more.. And a little more... Still nothing.. a little more .. Careful dont fall in .. Oh hell !! Yikess..!!
Whaaaaaat?!! As i lie here in a whole mess of the things i did today.I am horrified that nothing is ,or should i say was productive. .Absolutely nothing at all!! I just wonder how time flies past so fast.Its seems just yesterday i joined this college...at this godforsaken place. Been 4 months already into enggineering.And It flew faster than the fastest plane.. LOCKHEED SR 71. (The 'Blackbird' its called ..a sleeek cool plane... WOW...only three peices existing on the earth.)
The Good old holidays at home.Even a Single day seemed so long and enjoyable. And today..
it just whizzed past me, leaving me stupefied.
Still homesick.. dont know why.. wasnt home for me birthday(April) sob! sob!. Well well
Mr Bach(Thats Richard Bach ,the author.) looks like i am upto you already!! Need someone to talk to. None's upto my frequency yet.Yet ,patience ..patience..
I just have to charge my batteries.Got to make up a time table to study and stick to it.Oh hell!
Must have made a thousand time tables since 10 th board exams.. Never stuck to them.he he
sick i am . "Electrical Networks " classes are just not working for me.Two straight days of sleeping in the third bench. And am my prince(The Principal) must have noticed. Surprised he didnt say anything. Forget Sports man...just concentrate..(not on the sleep goddammit). Look at all those books in the room. crying out load at you. "Read us! Read us!" dont just decorate us on these shelves. !!!!! You nincompoop . no heed.
Alas.. I am again a slave to the monster Mr Devil'de'Slumber.!! Good night.

My ‘Drive’ to work.

“Oh No! Not another one..” That’s what most of the readers of this piece of gibberish will have in their mind.But hey , wait this is not one of those philosophical articles one always gets as mail forwards,and in corporate seminars ,viz a viz, ‘Motivation’ and ‘Self Esteem building’ ‘The Drive to Do this’ ..and ‘The drive to do that.. … blah blah blah…. . .Yes, the title is misleading ,unfortunately,(A Thousand pardons !!) but the intention is not. For a hapless, semi urban , semi modern, white collared young professional, such mails,seminars and articles do everything under the sun except do what they are supposed to do(Which I guess i have not been able to figure out…Sigh!!)
Nonsense apart, My drive to work is the ‘drive’in it self. And everyday when I wake up in the morning( Ahem,.. Late Morning, to tell the truth ) unlike most of my peers, I look forward to going to office . The drive to office from home is 45 min driven at leisure and 25 min driven at times of madness. I am associated with the youngest and fastest Growing IT organization in my country and my office location is in one of the remotest corners of the suburbs( The corner of the Suburbs.. mind you !). I own one of the most popular and admired bike on Indian roads at the moment (a k a Pulsar 150 ).
The Roads around my home are pretty neat and clean. Metalled ofcourse .Residing in a military residential area has its own advantages. Neat well kept greenery and regulated traffic being a few . The disadvantages , I refuse to disclose owing to the National Safety Concerns( Puke !!).There is green grass on either side right till the edge of the road .Every now and then I may find a squirrel darting across the road to the tree on the other side.(gotta be careful now, we don’t want to squish them do we..).And the dew on the grass is sparkling when the sunlight falls on it. Tiny pearls shining at me and making me want to stop by the side and wet my feet. One resists the urge to do the same and proceeds through a maze of empty clean roads. Now these roads are extremely confusing to the unfamiliar and one can go round and round in circles My friends visiting me are victims of this confusion. I would enlighten you that I stay in the suburbs.(some 12 km from the Rly Stn) and my direction of movement is away from the city. I skirt the suburbs of the city , through empty bypass roads, trees, bushes, shrubs on either sides to reach my work place roughly 20 km from home(from the city its approx 30 km ).And Yes , its absolutely terrifying to drive back home if I am working late(Dark shadows of people and trees both give Spine chilling Shivers.and there are no street lights!!! ).
I reach a railway crossing , and sometimes am delayed by 20 min if there is a train stationary at the chota mota local station 50 yards away. Crossing the Railway Gate I come across a municipality ‘landfill’ and an obnoxiously odour (The only blotch in the whole trip..!$#@#@%@!$# ) . Try playing “How long can you hold your breadth ?” game here.After the Land fill there is a Highway(NH7) to cross.The trucks aren’t aware of the presence of two wheelers here.. Crossing this hurdle can take a real test of ur patience (half a min) the rest of the journey is a Straight drive ! there are pockets of Human existence on this long drive. The Only other hiccups on this drive are two humonguous speedbreakers which gives any vehicle a reason to keep a spare axle or Shocks It’s a Solid half a feet in height and a feet in width and a half a feet pothole on the other side. So if u are not aware of the pothole ,u are sure to bang a serious dent into your engine exhaust.
From here on it’s a direct 0 to 80 in 11 sec. Two Forest department Research offices ensure that the area is well forested.. Lovely gulmohar trees in full bloom (A wonderful sight .. trust me!) line either side of the road. Its Bliss for the next 10 min,driving at 80 (not very quick but exhilarating though) .Nearing the Office is a small village and one has to be wary of freshly laid cowdung on the road. Its uncanny why the oversized buffaloes here lay dug only on the road ! As if it’s programmed into their brains. And keep an eye on the rearview mirror. Any car’s / busses going over them when you is next to it , its bound to fly and catch your spotless blackberry/Allen Solly trousers. Gawk!! Fresh green warm stuff on your shin.. Yeeek!!
Around this village you will find green fields of paddy, like a carpets of different shades of Green . Now that …,everyone will agree is an amazing sight. Am about two minutes from my dreaded office campus and I say adios to this morning drive.
See ya !! Will get back with a vivid article on my office.

AND I SING..

And i sing to thee so familiar.
a song to to one so near
And i sing to my nearest fear.
a song to scare away the tear.

Fly away..
board the flight of my cheer
Shy away not ,
for let me be ur seer.

And i sing to thee so familiar
a twinkle in a dew drop so clear.
And i sing to the breeze..
for in your silence,
your dreams they let me hear.

Smile away..
shower joy on everyone to u are dear.
cast away not, for all your past,
is for u to your future endear.

" A Tear and a Smile "

Its two hours to sunshine
a silence thats so deafening.
and still no hope in sight.
A rising crescendo the beep to a pending ring

The eyes welled up..
how come there is mist around ?
And then the lone tear drop,
out it came and solitude it found.
Its long path .. a lone path
and every inch it went a trail it left..
A trail of hurt of silence and wet guilt.
all that by this lone tear had felt..

And a Sudden light ... I heard a voice
Hello morning!!.. is it bright again.
O no, not yet! wait some time.
youll have to go through some more pain.
The eyes went dry...
For the tear had long left the eye.
The conscience had hardened.
when it had felt the tear passing by.

The smile came forth
i wont let the second eye tear die.
ill save it ... i 'll save it . Its an oath.
and it spread wide ear to ear high..
this smile of faith and hope
was a smile of pain and joy
for the sunshine shall come
and bring the morning smile
after a while! .. after a while!. after a while!.

That's what learning is, after all; not whether we lose the game, but how we lose and how we've changed because of it and what we take away from it that we never had before, to apply to other games. Losing, in a curious way, is winning. -

Richard Bach...The Bridge Across Forever