Cat Chases Bear Up Tree

Perhaps not since the Cowardly Lion has an animal's appearance been so at odds with its attitude.

On June 4 a black bear wandered into a West Milford, New Jersey, back yard, was confronted by a 15-pound (7-kilogram) tabby cat … and fled up a neighbor's tree. Hissing at the base of the tree, Jack the clawless cat kept the bear at bay for about 15 minutes, then ran him up another tree after an attempted escape.

Finally, Jack's owner, Donna Dickey, called the cat inside, and the timorous trespasser disappeared back into the woods.

"He doesn't want anybody in his yard," Dickey said of Jack in an interview with the Newark Star Ledger.

Unlike cats, bears aren't typically territorial, roaming instead over vast areas that would be impossible to patrol for intruders. With a habitat that includes much of North America, black bears are seen fairly often in this region of New Jersey.

Full-grown black bears weigh between 200 and 600 pounds (90 and 270 kilograms) and measure as much as 6 feet (1.8 meters) long. Their diets can include fruits, honey, insects, acorns and animals as big as moose calves—a fact apparently lost on Jack.

'Pen' Strokes of a Strange Bliss

His back pressed against the small yet cosy couch . Just enough to sit two.She sat at one end watching one of those holiday tours they show on 'Travel and Living' . Smiling a while, contemplating a while. He contorted his lithe frame to fit the remainder of the couch.Surprisingly flexible for a guy so slender.He lifted his legs in the air .One feet on the armrest, one across the raised knee , his feet almost reaching the switches .A wiggle of the toe and the lights could go dim ! .He put his head on her lap as she sat .She raised her arm to let him place his head, and put it across the backrest.He saw her smile as she engrossed herself into the sight of clear white sands of the beaches of New Zealand !! . He understood and let loose a mischevious sparkle in his eyes . He gazed at her chin jus a foot away from his lips .Her long eyelashes fluttering with quick blinks . He craned his neck at the television to see what it was that was captivating her so. He immersed himself into the scenery on TV. Soft Azure blue of the ocean.. the breeze on the coconut palms and the green ferns . He wanted to connect to her through the thoughts of a vacation she possibly was thinking . But he missed something.The moment he had turned his glance away from her and onto the TV set,She stole a glance at him.A softness dripping through her eyes . She was aware of his eyes all the while looking at her . She slowly got her hand onto his forehead and pushed his hair back. Ran her finger through his hair gently . They ran in circles .. her fingers . Giving him a strange bliss . He shut his eyes.. She got her other hand onto his chest . She could feel the rippled abs. And then Closer to his face she felt his cheek with the back of her hand , as slow as u would want to feel a crimson rose petal . Right from his ears down to his lips . A soft smile dawned on his face as he drowned in the pleasure of the moment . She bent down and kissed him of the forehead !!!

MALAISE ! Mother Earth..

They had you scorched
They had you hurt
O Earth ,but never would u tell,
such misery , such pain
and the malaise that befell.

Your splendour , your greens,
chopped down all brown ,
you never would complain
A single buzzing heave of the chainsaw
burning splinters orange bright
Oh yes ! you can see the doomsday night!

Bygone the happy days of protection and gratitude
"o mother! o mother! we for thee!" those cries so loud ..
blew away with smoking chimneys of time
and the children lived.... sans compassion
and you cried ..with the burning splinters orange bright!

would the sentinel rise ! a mass .?
the name that be youth
not one not two but countless to make you soothe
and strive would they ? that this monstrous hell..
this malaise, would never again swell !!!

ohh yes !! im back ..

Not with a bang though. And no , no more letters to the blog now on.I guess this relationship is going to go like this.sometimes we talk, sometimes we wont.And i know ,i have to take the initiative. So ..? QUE PASA ? (Oh ! That means 'wassup ' in spanish !).And i picked it up from a great senorita(pronounced 'seneorrita') online !. hmm Pretty hard stuff thrown at me from work side!! Things i have to gulpwith a pinch of salt .Down my gut! One month of horrendous typhoon in my head! It wasnt much about the toughness or the technicality of the work.But was demeaning . Not worth blogging on! Waste of bits and bytes that post on this page!

Anyways... been reading some National Geographics lately !! once again I reiterate "IT EES DA BESST MAGAZINE IN DA UNIVEERSE! " And it took just one flip through to get another clooose pal to get hooked to it ! Im soooooohappy i got another soul hitched !and just in case you happen to be reading this.. (Which by the way, you are .. if u are here).My sincere advice would be to go get yourself a copy of the "National Geographic Magazine"(it has a trademark bright Yellow border)
Hey !! tell me .. have u done any 'good'. Good as in 'constructive good' .Not like u know , giving a rupee to the begger at the crossroads.BTW.. there are hoards of them at this particular junction in Hyderabad! ,and hyderabadis reading this would have already guessed it right! its 'Paradise junction'. Digressions apart,I was talking about 'constructive good'. The kind of thing that makes u swell with compassion and pride!!! yep ... Something's for me down the corner.Something i can extol myself with. Spend my energies on!!
I'll gather more information abt this and enlighten u all people.Its worth it.. All you gotta do is just spread its awareness.

CAIO for now !

An Actor's masquerade
Life is an unending Act, My Actor says,
And I,a mere mortal in space.
Some scenes vitriolic,.. some stoic..
pretence lingers like blood in my vein,
And i reign the act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a unreal act ,My puppet Says,
And i perform ,mere puppetry on stage,
Some strings stretch, some strings break.
In vain ,i try to join the strings again,
And i reign the Act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a blissful fact,My ignorance says,
And I behold, mere ignorance in my gaze.
Some glances stay...,Some glances faze.....
I crave life's erudition,and it gives me pain
And i reign the Act,And i rein the feign.

Life is a pact,My tenure says,
And I number,all the moments I endure,
Some memoirs guilty...,some memoirs so pure.....
I continue to act,till my myriad life is lain
I shall reign the Act, I Shall rein the feign.

Life is for me to enact,my selfish soul says,
To impress an existence ,in other people's days,
Some people exist...,Some people fade...
My masterpiece,in all souls should I remain,
only then I have 'lived' the Act.... I Have 'lived' my name

love CP

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

IS it The common burgler with thefts so neat ?
wry smile ,warm eyes, not a glint of cheat!
Ach ! but desperation drives him..
Calculated intelligence he puts to feet.
Not sans humanity, but isnt it hunger that fuels his heat!

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it The murderous psycopath we never know ?
the neighbour uncle ..and his alter ego !
Ach ! Science and law are but helpless..
power ,graft ,revenge..in him dont grow
for he,nor anyone knows not why he crazes blood so?

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it The minister of state ,the clerk of a company,
Beaureucrats ,clerics, even peons swindling money. ?
Ach ! Not power but indomitable greed.
He Gathers property , gold , for his blood to breed,
These.. are just degenerate humans devoid of creed !

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Is it the fanatic.. a communal messenger of doom
Quotas for his caste , religious beliefs for whom ?
Ach! this is mob mentality.
He strikes,he protests,he has fanatics to groom ..
a school bus ..the marketplace. Nitrates . Detonators .. KABOOM!!

Mirror mirror on the wall
who's the scariest of them all ?

Oh mirror ! I have no more patience .. for i pain
tell me .. show me.. anything else is vain..
For i shall confront them ,with vehemence and disdain
Ach! Magical mirror ,you are a farce..
for none my queries do u entertain..

WAIT !!

Ach ! So you are magical!!..
I see your reflections catch some grain..
a blurred fugurine ,the root to all society's pain,
Yes ! Yes ! this villain.. uncover him,........
HEY ! What is this .. O miror Why do u show me NAKED ,and with stain !!

A comedy of Errors... ( Part 1)

Oh yes.. !! The Shakespearean comedy. A tale of twins and separations and mistaken identities. A perfect setting for a classic comedy. He apparently had the high intellect and capacity to think of an intricate build up of the characters and settings to the story .Or is It ? .... Maybe the exact opposite of that particular human trait(Common sense and intelligence ... ummm..er sometimes overuse of it!) can also prove beneficent in providing interesting and embarrassing situations of stupidity and comedy.
. The thing is... ' The Bard ' was not aware of the existence of a few lowly software engineers ( Genus Homosapien SoftwareManiacus) , a couple of hundred years down his time.
Them evolution specialists and zoologists are still trying to figure out their hierarchy in the food chain(this continues to be a scientific mystery).Well ,in this case, most of the subjects are not exactly maniacs in software development. Rather , they are driven to the extremes of mania because of it.

Act 1 :
Characters: 'C '- a young jovial cheery eversmiling freshman into the IT industry
'R'- a young jovial but pensive freshman into the IT industry.
x, y, z.. A few gorgeous young ladies wrongly placed in the IT industry.
Situation: At a coffee vending machine , like countless other It freshmen Mr 'C' and this
group takes a break from a horrendous work routine and reaches for a paper
cup . There is a lot of tension in our guy's head. No , not as in frustration at work
dum dum u!!, but the presence of fine ladies has other things running in his
head. Mr 'R' is always wary of ladies and exhibits rainbows on his face whenever
approached by them.Shades of red are his forte ! . And Mr 'C' is th ultra smooth
one. the polished one with the courtesies and all. Mr 'R' keeps muttering curses
on 'C' .. damn u man!!
With great poise our 'C' takes the places it under the coffee vending
nozzle . Turns around smiles at them ladies behind him.. raises an eyebrow..
turns ahead again presses the button for TEA !!! turns around nonchalantly ,
holding the coffee cup with his hand. Mr 'R ' roars into peals of laughter and the
lovely girls giggle graciously as 'C''s expressions are at the zenith of embarassment.
Hot tea pours onto his wrist , Gritting his teeth he holds on to the grin he is
bravely sporting on his face. Thirty two twinkling white teeth can do
nothing to hide the shade of red that used to be so attached to Mr 'R'. Mr 'C'
elegant that he is( oh ! Crap !!), saunters off into the washroom , leaving behind a chorus of
laughter from our gang!

Act 2:
Characters: The one and only ...Mr 'C'
Situation: Its Appraisal time in the company. People are busy trying to recollect what productive thing they did over the past year.(Which we can be assured , is negligible ! ).The submission deadline is 10 AM. After which the online fecility becomes disabled.An Autoescalation takes effect which gives the managers the opportunity to 'Turbogear' the subordinate's career into oblivion. :) Mr 'C' has pay a visit to the bank at 10 15 Am for an examination fee payment. He also has to attend an important issue call in his bucket(read as 'his responsibility' ... but really apt !! "Balti" in hindi sounds better) at 11 00 Am.
Mr 'C' fills out successfully his achievements with a little help from Webster's dictionary.(Aware of the fact that all the effort is vain anyway ). He is also successful in helping a coupla other pals filling out theirs. 10 10 Am he is out and buzzing towards the bank... the hot scorching sun roasting his arms .... Arriving in time , is relieved there is no queue.Fills in the particulars .. pays in Cash !!(Hey .. he barely is surviving on what he gets for his sweat and salt !) . Packs the change into his purse.Walks to the enquiry counter . Picks up the Sling bag he had placed earlier on the customer's chair. Walks out .Check's the time. 10 35 Am . WOW ! .
Bang on time !. With a Smugness that never existed , and a sure gait that he never walked, he takes out his bike.. gives a blast on the accelerator...(Heads turn). Our guy smiles in acknowledgement to all those who see. Man it feels great to be in control... !!doesn't it ? .Zooms back to office unmindfull of the sun on his temples and forearms. Reaches the cubicle , logs into the system knocks his knuckles and stretches his arms .. its going to be a great day ahead... "RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin...." jingles his phone's ringtone. Hmm who can it be ?.

"HEllo !.. Yes this is 'C' .."

Hello Mr . C .. I am calling from 'MAKAN' bank....... ( Names have been changed on req.)

{Damn .. not another credit card salesman... . jesus !! im going to blast her !!}

" Yes .. MR 'C'.. you seem to have forgotten your Wallet at the Bank!!! "

{ WHAM !! KABOOOM !!! ... realization dawns.. RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin....ki abhi bheeee buddbhuuu sahiiiiiii" }

A tense 15 minutes later... at the bank.

" Thank you sooo much maam.. I am soo Grateful to u.. I was in a hurry, so i guess i must have been absent minded today.. "

{JUST Today???? you have to be kidding us man !!}

"Please Sir .. Check if all the cash is present.. !! and ur cards... "

"OH .. No thank you maam , it absolutely fine.. no problem at alll , thats OK !! really .. If you insist.. . ummm one . two ... another ten buckc.... some coins .. yep they are all there .. thank you so much.."

Red faced and embarrassed Mr C walks out of the bank..
"RUBAROOOOOO ROSHINIIIIIII.... oye SAAALA .. Abhi abhi... hua yakin...."
jingles the ringtone again....

"Mr C.......... You seem to have forgotten your keys here in the BANK !!!!!"

!@#$#%#$%#$^%#%^%$^$@#$#

regards
CP

To be continued with many more such bloopers... :)))

" My dil goes...HUMMMM .... ..!!!” ??

There was a song … saif ka …
wats was it ? … some humming thing…." mmmm mmmm”
something like my heart is beating mmm mmm mm (priety’s there tooo )

Oh ! Ya YA Salaam Namaste !!! there you go…
“my dil goes...hmmm ..” ?? Yupp thats the one I guess
great lyrics….. It has .. Doesn’ t..?

An Absolute wonderment in terms of poetry .
A Classic in it lyrical sense.!!! Mind Blowing ..
Well it has blown my mind to smithreens.No idea about yours.

" jab kappade dhota hai.......
tab lungi phatti hai.........
jab cooking karta hai..
roti tawa ban jata hai......
thakke thakke pizzza order karta haiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii
my dil goes mmmmmmmm mmmmmmmmmmmmmm “

Hey wait up.. Hold your horses.. that wasn’t in the song.. But then again…
Agar song writer ko choot de dee hoti to ye bhi likh daalta.!!!

The music, thankfully is great… And that’s exactly and the only reason I like the song.
Maybe the director wanted to capture the little, simple things between a couple that build up the affection between them.

PHLONK !!!! (Reality strikes)

But here is a girl(supposedly intelligent…) not married to this guy...
and all she likes is his cleaning the curtains and falling on the sofa… and umpteen other
gullibilities !!

!#$#$@#%%^#!#43

Like what are we viewers !!!… Zombies!!!! Surprisingly quite a many of us are…
Ok Ok ! I like the song tooo

The music I mean.. Its really hummable...
The song does capture the mundane yet sweet thing that flashes on a person the moment an object of affection passes by or gives a smile .
DING ! and the sky lights up and bells ring
And there you go walking a jig with a lively gait .


And then i made a point to listen to the hip hop / remix version of the same song..

KABOOOM !!! (I never learn sic ! )

Hoping that the maybe the fast beat and music will overshadow and drown the zenith of stupidity expressed in the lyrics
But as it turns out.. the first antara ending makes me puke everything out of my guts
yaaaaaaaaackkk !!! ..

Was the music direstor in the loo when he was composing this song.
This remix one sounds like the singer is having constipated bowel syndrome and is
"umhh.. ummhh umm hhh ummhh uaaummm"

Excuse me !!!!! But I seriously cant do anything but compare.. Some times even that appears more rhythmic..

Imagine this.. Visualize.. .. the music director is explaining the song and the music to the singer ..
"dekhiye ....... gaane ko mehsoooos kijiye ....... ander se emotion ko aane dijiye... ... "samjhiye ki aaap toilet mien hain............... "


regards
CP

LOVE !!As Science sees it .! ( Part 2 )

Love as Science sees it, is a BioChemical Reaction. It could be categorized into three types .What we all see as “Love at First sight” or the cupid strikes thingie ! ( Allow me to be a little vivid ... When everything seems to be topsy-turvy. When you are always a feet above ground in his/her presence. When you crave attention ) Then you need to go and get your levels of DOPAMINE checked . MRI scans of the brain of a person, who felt pleasure at the sight of a recent beloved revealed that a certain region in the brain exhibited extraordinary hyperactivity .This is the manufacturing region of a biochemical called Dopamine. (Ever Heard of Dope ! yep A Cocaine like effect ).All rationality goes for a Six. Person becomes bold and courageous .Willing to do anything. I guess most of you can relate to this semi rational state. ! And when the levels of Dopamine production reduces gradually over time .That is exactly when the person starts to appear a bore(Or maybe a Boar ! ,wild and grunting ! :) ) It is said , that Dopamine , in right amounts can cause intense energy and exctement.Ring any bells :) !!. Sometimes it is a credible enough source of motivation and concentration to achieve something. Yes , It is a double edged sword.

there are articles and news bits in the newspaper. A few lines hurriedly composed by a time starved journo about a suicide out of failed love !. About a murder due to failed love. Jea'lousy' in love led to blah blah and Yada yada . The very thoughts of which are revolting . And might sometimes spoil the very day you are planning to start on a bright note.People who behave in a way not very far from insane. Quick to anger and abuse yet very passionate in their 'love'. We al would have heard and read about greek tales of passion and Greek God of love "EROS" . The immortal tale of 'The Siege of Troy " and its ten year battle . Jealousy , hatred , love sorrow and "OCD" !! . Yes my friends, So starts the saga of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder ! .The mental disease which exhibits fits of calms and rage and obsession about anything or maybe everything! . Studies of people who have claimed to be relly passionately in love ! and compared to those suffering from OCD revealed striking similarities in the levels of a biochemical called SEROTONIN . Which is a neurotransmitter. I know I know this science thing is getting a trifle boring but believe me it is for real. People with OCD had serious imbalance of serotonin, So did people who claimed to be passionately in love. Studies and graphs showed both the groups having serotnin levels by 40 % . Eeek !!!!!!!!! Ack ! . Cough ! Cough !. Final translation :" Obsessive LOVE and OCD have similar chemical profile,and maybe extremely difficult to tell apart. Translation : Stay Away from love ! "

I shall now acquaint you to another well known scientific faculty . Area of expertise viz. the functioning of the mind , emotions , memories and their effects. I present to you Viola! Psychiatry and his cousins , Psychology and Psychioanalysis. And according to the pioneers in this field . (Mr sigmund Freud, Karl Jung ... etc) Love is nothing but a simulation of the earliest infantile experiences of a person. Yes! The feelings which are still engraved deep down inside the brain. Which we would like to recapture as adults . That is exactly why we can hear our hearts speakand question... "Ohh , I feel so comfortable with her" , "My God , I can feel it, He is the right person and feels so familiar!" .
Another theory in Psychology is the theory of Evolution.( Attention Animal Planet Watchers ) Animals where the female of a particular species look out for the the perfect (alpha male !) male to mate with. The Alphadom of this male ,apparently is proven by potentially life threatening fights amongst all the present males. (And the winner gets to keep all the females !) I cant think even think of something like that in the Homo sapien Sapien species .Yikes ! Gives me shudders. Though the scenario is not entirely ruled out if the males fight for the alpha female!! Just kidding. Coming back to science.... The possibility exists deep down in the human instinct to pass on its own genes for bearing a best offspring ,and thus for the purpose , find itself a very healthy and fit carrier. !!! Factors like physical appeal , intellect , survival skills, immune and looks do play an important role in partner selection. (Sigh ! what a cruel world this is !)

Women : 70 % waist to hip ratio . !
Men : Rugged features and intellect. !

Note : For dogs .. a sniff test works out great!

So doesnt Passionate love last ?. I am asking myself as i write this. Why do people see beauty first then Blandness later ?. Why are initial moments cherished and then later forced to accept as an antibiotic.? Why doesnt generous Dopamine not lead to generous OXYTOXIN (spelled oxytocin too .C'mon its a noun !!) . Yes you get it . This biochemical called oxytoxin is responsible for healthy emotions. Generous levels of this are observed whenever a person is near a child or a long married loved one. People with low levels of Oxytoxin are diagnosed with AUTISM. The inablility to socialise and understand relations ! . Shut out from connections and Society.
Generous 'oxytoxinics' exhibit feelings of Attachment and bonding . Of relationships , experiences of ups and downs in the company of people you know and respect. Not just restricted to opposite gender. Relationships frayed by money , mortgage , parents , responsibilities and children. Strengthning of friendships based on respect and admiration. Mutual likes and dislikes. Frankness and understanding. People with a healthy levels of Oxytoxin are void of jealousy and insecurity , Hence over a period of time ( true ! excitement is not that high) But if you can manage an even balance of Dopamine and Oxytoxin. There's nothign like it. ! :)

However , There is a separate species called the ' HOMOSAPIENS INDIANUS ' to which any logic doesnt apply nor rationalise . Otherwise known as the Indians . Science does not matter here , only stupidity. Like a buddy of mine always says "ITS IN THE MINDSET DA !!!..."

Regards
CP (Thanks to National GeoGraphic Magazine for much of above stuff. )

LOVE !!As Science sees it .! ( Part 1 )

Just another blogger , bloggin about the most blogged about topic in the history of BLOGOSPHERE. So how hackneyed can this blog be. To an extent ,Yes ! The word in itself , has been blatantly used at every occasion , street corner , every food joint, marriage gathering , ladies room et all…Like a rainbow without a shade of Green , blogs would be a tad incomplete without the slightest mention about it . A Sentient yet an intangible behemoth .,It is huge , It is incomprehensible. I might not be wrong if I say that a million people will have two million sensings about it .
Man has an inquisitive mind . Reasoning out things . Why things happen the way they do ? Woman is even more so , with a curiosity unparalleled .That is why , perhaps this Lady Scientist decided to embark upon a life’s ambition to figure out the science of Love ! . More than fifty years of studies , research , findings , observations to give credence to her theory. A couple of psychoanalysts with their own independent observations bolster it too ….

Situation 1:
So you’re a teenage girl or maybe were sometime ! . An adolescent girl( definitely not innocent ) , You have a new male class teacher . Very rough looking yet very gentlemanly and polite. Girls are absolutely infatuated with him. “Am I looking good today?”, “ Will he notice me in the rollcall ? “. The rush of adrenalin when its time for his class . Then eyes scouring for a glimpse of him in the hall way. And when he walks to you at the end of the day, deep down you seriously wish he’d say something more than just sweet compliments !!! “Miss .. Your essay assignment on the Battle of Panipat ,1526 is a week overdue ! And I expect it to be on my desk first thing in the morning. ” . You saunter off subconsciously towards the library willing to spend the night making notes !!!.

Situation 2 :
You’re a College guy. Waiting at the bus stop . To a bystander it seems like you are cursing the bus for being late . Maybe you have plans of reaching home early , and catching up on a chapter of Fluid Dynamics !!. And the reality is that you have bribed a fellow classmate to take your bike to a certain known place. Suddenly your face lights up . and the bystanders face contorts as he realizes that you are not waiting for the bus , but a certain member of the opposite sex , who happens to commute daily on that bus . And its no coincidence that her destination is frightfully close to where your bike is parked . You get onto the bus .Through-out the 40 min journey ,you are always trying to catch a glimpse of her seated at the very front .Alas all you can see is the jet black of her hair and a feet and a half of yellow dupatta . The 40 min journey on the rickety cantankerous bus seems like a few min. You forget to claim the rest of the money the ticket collector owes to you. You forget that you feel nauseous and dizzy whenever you are inside a bus. And finally when she disappears into her house at the streets end, you are at your wits end when u realize you are 30 km from your home .You aptly scratch your head in disbelief, and walk to your bike and drive home !!!

And a million such instances .Each a masterpiece and with its own merit . ( I have my own share of such instances which By the way are not just restricted to the subject of emotions !. but commonsense as well ! Dum dum that I am .). Hey ! Hold on Wait a minute. Now where does science come in here ? It does , Chill . Read along.

(To be continued in PART 2.... )

A Letter to My Blog ...

Dearest Blog .
Apologies ! SLAP !! (ouch !) . Head hung. I have been horrible to you for the past few months. I‘ve neglected you , I ve ignored you. I’ve been indifferent. And I know there is nothing worse than that. Its even worse than rejection ! . For in a rejection , one knows what the reason is or might be. And in ignorance one knows nothing , can expect to know nothing, and the conscience and the guilt keeps whamming the daylight and moonlight out of one.
You might think , “Yah , and now he’ll tell me all the reasons for his inexcusable behaviour Because he can give reasons, and reasons he will give,… sigh! And he can make people seem to believe them !! sob !” . But No , I will not , because I have no excuses. I am guilty as charged. Crudest of excuses I will give and which you can type down, take prints, bind and throw right onto my face. Because I am worth it . Worth the
Work ! you may ask. . Well yes , to an extent . one full month I was involved in it full time . but I do not consider it a credible reason to do injustice to you. .
Preparation for my exam ?. Sick! If that was a reason , I’d be happy and so would you ,because by now I would have excelled in it with flying colours. The fact that I have been telling myself that I have to prioritise it and work on it , and keep other things pending really makes me laugh at myself . Yes , A cynical ,hysterical laugh. A laugh that would make me ashamed.
If I had any decency . Any respect towards reading / writing as such I would have communicated with you. But I did not .There were a couple of poems I did pen down. I always thought of showing them to you. But I have no idea why I did not !. No excuse .Can’t think of one . I am at fault . And I cannot think of anything to answer you and your questioning glances. I know that u know I spent time reading books . If I could spare time doing that why couldn’t I spend a little time with you. Even if it was just a Hello. The way you stare at me .. you seem to be questioning me ..”Am I just an Accessory to you ? haan Answer me !!! ” If that is what is in your mind. I do not have an answer for it. I am skeptical myself .
I do not think I am a good writer, but at least I can write for my own self .Spit on the ethical me . And that ,I think should have been the basis of my relationship with you. My passion for expression was stifled. I was confused and refused to accept that fact . Reading and writing are inseparable since time immemorial . But as I saw it I neglected and was indifferent to writing. Though I passioned poems and dramatics now and then . .Havent really done justice to it. You and I know that it is through writing we came across each other . And did realize that we could have something between us . But my start was amiss somewhere .Maybe in the ideology of my relationship with you.
As I see now , I would want to make up for all the loss which has happened to u . And as a result to me. Please . Consider this plea. For I Promise to write and write for myself. For my expressions ,For your pathos . For Ethos of Language .. For my creative self . If I am creative as others find me. I shall write and express myself here.
Yours truly
CP

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..

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