MYSTERY OF MY SPIRIT

Monday, July 30, 2012

The Dark Night.

Copying had never been my forte. Even now it is not. Back in school, it always had to be the hard-work doing all the favours to me.But then, when I saw copy-cats flourish, I always felt that I should try a hand in it. If not for immediate gain , at least in future I could tell that I was a “cool” kid in school who sat on last bench and copied in tests too. Infact other than excelling at the academics, these were the two weird goals I had in school

Sitting on last bench was not a problem at all. After gaining enormous reputation of being a “good boy” in school, I was one of the trusted members who could sit in last bench and still escape from being labelled as one of the mischief makers.And for this reason alone, I was one of the lords of last bench in my 9th and 10th std.

Mission 1 was accomplished. But then a bigger task awaited.Copying !!!

As I said before , I could never make up my mind to copy in tests or exams but then the pressure was building, I had to do it.Why? Because, I was in tenth standard. If not now, the dream would be a dream forever. It was now or never.

It was at this precise moment a heavenly announcement came out. There would be a drawing competition in our school the next week. I felt as if I was born again. Not because I loved drawing or was an artist. Because this would be one the rarest opportunities for me to try my hand at copying .I felt like that ice-age scrat getting that acorn !!

“Itni shiddat se maine tumhe paane ki koshish ki hai ki har zarre ne mujhe tumse milane ki saazish ki hai....kehte hai agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho toh poori kaynath tumhein usse milane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai"- This was indeed written for such situations.

Copying for the sake of it was very weird thing to wish at that stage but yes the universe had planned it for me.

So the D-Day came. For the first time in my life , I had entered a competition without any preparation and I was loving it. Also there was no fear of failure coz as the teachers said, “Winning is not important, participating is !!” and I always did only important things ;) I was fully prepared. Armed with water colours, sketch pens, coloured pencils and crayons , the soldier was ready. Why all of them you would ask? C’mon when you do not have talent and are a parasite , you never know who will support you and what you will need. So carrying everything was the obvious choice. Yes, I was damn intelligent even then.

Next step was to find the host from which I could benefit from. My close friends would be the worst choice for obvious reasons. They did not even have the T from talent. Also I had researched that the first rule of copying is that no one should have an inkling that it is going to happen. So I had to choose the most low profile candidate.My search began.

And then I saw her. Champion of drawing competitions from 3 consecutive years, the probable ((great,great)^4) grand daughter of Raja Ravi Varma ,the magician of colors Miss Madhuri. ( Name not changed, any my schoolmates who read this can tell this story to her as she does not know this and is not in my contact either J ). I decided I am going to copy her drawing.

Reason : When you are hunting for the first time and come face to face with a deer and a tiger, it’s better to shoot the tiger for 2 reasons:

1. It's a matter of pride !! Bada haath maara.Make it large I say !!

2. If you don't shoot it, it will kill you . Yes, I had awesome common sense even then.

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Wait a min .Phone call

(tring tring…

Poor Me :Hello, Praveen here..

Voice : $^%$#^$&*%$@$&_(*$&(

Poor Me :Oh Menaka Gandhi, Great pleasure to hear from you

Voice : #@#@$#$##%^&%$^@%#@^

Poor Me : Oh no no, I did not mean killing tiger is good. It was just an example.

Voice : #@#@$#$##%^&%$^@%#@^

Poor Me: I did not mean that too .. really, not even killing deers. No, Salman is not my favourite hero. I understand that there are only 1411 tigers in India , excluding tiger balms and biscuits..

Voice : #@#@$#$##%^&%$^@%#@^

Poor Me: Ok Ok , I will do that.

Ok Guys, Sorry for that .I am back. She wants me to put an ad about preventing tiger poaching and change the example ..

Here it is : http://www.wwfindia.org/about_wwf/priority_species/royal_bengal_tiger/what_you_can_do/save_our_tiger_campaign/

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Changing the example :

As they say "Reach for the moon. If you miss, at least you'll be among the stars..."

(Ok , Mr. NASA, I know that stars are actually lightyears away from moon and the line literally is stupid but it was not me who came up with it.I took it coz it matches with my story)

So I thought it was better to copy from the best artist and settled in a comfortable place near her where I got unobstructed view of the painting she was about to draw.

The theme was : Nature - Day /Night.

Beginners luck was working.Easy I thought, Nature was the most common drawings on earth.

Draw 2 mountains , one sun in between, 2 birds, one river , a boat, a field and a house . That's it !! And it was obvious she would draw that …until…..

She took out her brush dipped into black paint and started to colour the sheet black.

Amused at first ,I slowly realized that it was Nature at night !!

Copying was getting fun. Else I would have always drawn that boring nature.Atleast this was something new. My prayers were being answered !!

I confidently took out my brush , dipped into black water colour and started painting the sheet black. For the next 5 minutes , I did not feel the need to look at her sheet .And when I completed converting the Kora kaagaz to kaala, I raised my head to see the next step only to realize that I had goofed up a tiny bit. It was obvious that she was drawing the night, but then her night had a moon too.She had carefully put a circle on the sheet before painting it black and when she removed the circle later , one could see an awesome full moon in the dark sky !!

Genius !!

And me?? Well , I was learning the side-effects of copying-Double work.

I took out the brush, dipped in white color and drew the moon, it looked something like a white patch but I was sure I could convince anyone that it was a moon.(If at all anyone cared to ask what it was).

Next came the trees , grass and house, which were in white/yellow colour. For the first time I was drawing nature in totally different colours !!.

And with this excitement and the need to catch up with her speed , I started drawing them without realizing that I had not waited enough to let the black colour dry. Now the white was spreading everywhere.Thinking quickly, I added more white and was successful in converting my trees to rivers !!

Before taking the next step I waited for everything to dry and started keenly observing the next step.

The paint dried, and so did my tongue –on seeing what came next.

Just when I thought the worst copying nightmare was over, I saw her bring out a tooth brush and some small stones

Oh my God, what were the tooth brush and stones doing in the drawing competition , I thought.

And my next few minutes were spent in awe.

She covered the moon with the same white circle she used earlier, put one small stone on it. Covered the other trees , grass and house with another sheet and secured using the stone . All that was left was pitch black sky.She dipped her toothbrush into white paint and started sprinking it with her fingers on the black portions and abracadabra… the stars started appearing from nowhere .

It was the colour magician at her work again.

After five minutes , all I could see was an awesome painting of a beautiful dark night complete with trees, house , grass , moon and of course the star lit sky.

Man…she was good .

She had reached for the moon and the stars too !!

After lifting my surprised lower jaw off the ground, I regained my composure and started wondering how to copy that !!

Without any other option, I took my poor old brush, dipped in white paint and made the tip as sharp as possible and drew the individual stars carefully.

My beginners luck had faded completely in the terror of darkness.

No, I cannot mention how it came out finally.

All I can say is she gave the title to her picture as “The Dark Night” and I named my picture as

“The crow pooped on my umbrella !!”

She won the first prize , yet again. Good for her. But then the copy was not left far behind.I got special mention in my class and a box of crayons as an award for my out-of-the-box drawing with the most unusual theme !!!

(No, this is not the one I drew )

Mission 2 accomplished…. With a thunderous applause !!

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Dedications :

Thanks Christopher Nolan for the catchy title and amazing movie.

Thanks to all who pinged me to ask about my new blog over the months and literally forced me to write one. Hope the next one does not take so long.

Disclaimers: Copying worked that time,but does not work always. Strive for originality – atleast it gives the satisfaction of doing something new.

I was really serious on the save-our-tigers link. Please do act.

You drive me nuts!!!

“He should have been here by now”, she thought.

He was already 30 minutes late and each passing minute was feeling like a year. She knew that she could not expect punctuality from him, but then, this day was special. It is special to all lovers and they were not different. She looked at a gift store on the other side of the road. Covered in red hearts the store virtually shouted at lovers to buy something for their loved ones. And yes, the store indeed was flocked by people who wanted to buy something romantic to their partners.

“What would he gift me?” she thought.

Actually the gift itself was immaterial .She wished for something bigger. And that was proposal. She wished he proposed her today. But then he was unusually late.

“May be he is having a hard time selecting a gift” .

She felt she should call him but he would never listen to it. She had no other option than to wait patiently. She hated to wait but sometimes it felt nice to wait for a person you love.

And then …

Then she saw him, running excitedly .He had seen her from a distance and was visibly excited. He was on the other side of the road, his hand behind his back, concealing something. Obviously he was concealing the gift.

She was thrilled seeing him and started to blush. Blood rushed to her cheeks and made them pink. They were now separated only by a road.

Love is blind

And it was this blind love that made him cross the road in such tearing hurry that he failed to see the bike coming in other direction.

“STOP!! She shouted” but it was too late.

The bike driver rode away cursing the squirrel now squashed dead on the road.

The nut brought by the squirrel rolled towards the leg of his girlfriend.

MORAL OF THE STORY: Valentine’s day or not : Before you cross the road, STOP LOOK, LISTEN, THINK and then when it’s safe, cross it.

(If you liked this , you would like to read the love story I wrote exactly one year back : http://mystery-of-my-spirit.blogspot.in/2011/02/love-at-first-sight.html )

The Astrologer

It’s not everyday you meet an astrologer right at your doorstep. I remember that during my childhood I had seen some astrologers,locally called as “bud Budike” used to appear at dawn and impress us by telling all our family history and then instill fear about the future, give some false solutions to get out of it and go away after our purse was considerably light. But that was some 20 years ago.I meant, in recent times, its not everyday you meet an astrologer right at your doorstep.

So here he was, as holy as ever, with that enchanting serene smile, right at my doorstep. It was early in the morning with not much people on the road except the milk and the paper boys and other health conscious people walking or jogging and making good sleepers like us jealous.Even though I generally do not entertain Sadhus, this one looked different. He had a different aura and I felt there was something divine about him.

He smiled at me and said

“By looking at your face , I can say your name starts with the letter P or I.”

I doubted that someone must have told him my name , but since I had recently shifted my house , none in this area knew my name.So his guess was based on pure chance I thought. But then it had a one in 26 chances to be right.So to get more information I needed to accept this.

“Yes , My name is Ikshvaku.How did you know?”, I asked.

“That’s written on your face my child” , he replied nonchalantly.

Oh my God, did someone tattoo my name on my face when I was asleep last night? Hangover style ? This crude thought was ruled out as I was alone that night and I don't drink.

“And looking at it , I can even say you must have 2 siblings”

Now this was getting interesting.

“Yes !! One brother and a sister “ , I exclaimed , unable to contain my excitement.

That he must be observing our house to find this out was ruled out as my sister worked in Pune and had not yet been to this new house.

“ What else is written on my face ?” I asked ( hoping that the writing was legible enough for him to read without any difficulty ).

He just smiled. I could almost see the Halo around his head.I just waited to see what else he knew about me !!

I desperately hoped that he does not ask me to show my palm.Now that would be very bland and every other astrologer on the footpath could do it.And my wish was granted. He gave me a chalk and asked to draw anything that came to my mind at that instant.

I drew a map of India.( Ok Ok, don't get senti .wipe your tears and continue reading).

He said “ By the direction you started drawing , I can infer that your office in the North from here”

This time I was totally impressed.I told him he was right again.

“It also tells me you were born at a place with is in the North direction from this place.”

Bingo !!

He studied my drawing for 2 minutes and said he can say more but will need some baksheesh (tips) for his talent.

I was not yet convinced that he had superhuman knowledge to be able to guess everything correct about me but I surely wanted to find out.

I paid him what he wanted to and the next 2-3 minutes was unbelievable.

He guessed my age, my hobbies , the kind of books I might like and the kind of movies I enjoy .Everything he told was bang on.

Now I could not deny that I was super impressed with him. I asked him the secret of his wisdom and he just smiled and started to leave

As a mark of respect for his talent, I gave him couple of bucks more.

He said, “ I don't accept money for something which I have not done. So I will take this opportunity and tell you one more fact about you. You have exactly 494 friends right now” Saying this he left.

It was after this I changed my facebook privacy settings from pubic to private !!

The lost mobile complication

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Hi,

Found a mobile (Samsung Galaxy) in meeting room Utkarsh. It’s at WS-420. Please collect it in case it’s yours.

Regards,

Goodguggu

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Screamed a mail in my mailbox.

Opening the same , I found it was sent to the whole mailing list. When you are in office doing the monotonous work, like robots, anything which distracts you is welcome.

So reading the mail, everyone who was acting as if they were very busy in their work, seizing the opportunity made a beeline to workstation WS-420.

Not that everyone was particularly interested in trying to find out the actual owner. Some thought it was a welcome break. Some felt it was a nice opportunity to talk to Goodguggu (she was a fresher) while others wanted to see which model the phone is.

Now that everyone reached WS-420 and found that the phone was not locked and hence could check its features .The gizmo freaks got at work. 2-3 levels of angry birds were completed, all features were scanned and review was completed. It was accepted by everyone that no one will check the photos/videos .So there was nothing else to do except one thing.

Yes, you guessed it right. Return the mobile to its rightful owner.

Being a professional team that we are, we started brainstorming how this could we achieve this arduous task.

After brainstorming for a good 3 min and 8 seconds, these were the options:
a) Submit to the “lost and found” section.
b) Send the mail to a larger group.
c) Wait for the owner to call.
d) Write on the Utkarsh meeting room whiteboard about the whereabouts of the mobile.
e) Other silly solutions given by team mates to get the girls to giggle and impress them ;)

And while they were contemplating on which is the best solution, there was a employee working hard at his desk trying to question the very existence of a “if loop” in some part of the code. He was

Yes, you are right again this time. God, you are getting good at this.

Yes it was me. As I mentioned only the “actors” were at WS-420, not the hard workers.

As is the case always after everyone puts their thoughts and brainstorm for the time equal to the lifespan of mayfly, I come up with a super supreme epic idea that just forces other ideas to go into exile.

So here was I, slowly raising my head , adjusting my eyeglasses and suggesting:

“Why don’t you call some person in the contact list and ask them whose mobile is this. Then you can find that person in our intranet and just give it to him at his desk?”

(Ok Ok, I know you did not get how I was sure that it was “his” mobile and not “hers” , well no female worth her salt can stay away from mobile for more than 18 seconds as confirmed by the International Mobile User Survey -2011. So I was sure this was a guy who yet did not have a girlfriend.)

The laptops bowed in honor of my suggestion. The mobiles beeped in glee.

Now the mobile returners set on another arduous journey of whom to call:

Vimal
Nirek
Mannan
Devrat
Dewak
Jayin

Amma

Kinjal
Amiyah
Ninarika
Ekani

Appa
Virika
Pranali

Etc.

They voted on whom to call. I voted for Devrat.

Why.

No special reason. I just thought Devrat= =Dev+ Rat == God’s mouse.

Since our laptop mouse always points to what we want, I thought the Gods mouse will redirect us to whom we want.

But this time the team neglected my proposal and selected Amma.

The rest of the story shows its consequences.

Goodguggu: “Hello”

Amma: “Hello”

Goodguggu:” Well... Err. Actually I am Goodguggu from Pehlaj IT solutions. I got this mobile in a meeting room in our office .Do you know whom does this mobile belong to??”

Amma: (Panicking already) : ” Mama giya sathiye ekak baluwa?”

Goodguggu: “Aunty , English? Hindi? Kannada ? mobile owner who ?”

Amma (panicking*2) : “Monawada thibuna pashna?”

Goodguggu:” Aunty, mobile whose, kiska, yaardu mobile?”

Amma : “Mobile Taraksh kumar”

Goodguggu:”Do you know which team does he work in ?? SCP or MSI ??

( This was the point when the whole office clapped in praise of her million dollar question )

Amma fainted.

But she had left enough clues to nail the killer.

The special task force went in search of Taraksh in the other wing.

In the mean time “Appa” called 3 times but no one dared to receive.

Taraksh came, got his mobile, thanked profusely and went.

Yet another job well done by the team who is always on the hunt for serving others better.

Now they were back to work.

Far away in the lobby we could hear this conversation between Taraksh and his Amma which confirmed by belief that Goodguggu had to call Devrat instead of Amma.

Taraksh: No Amma, I promise I don’t know who is Goodguggu .

Amma (on phone): Blah blah blah blah.

Taraksh: No I did not give it to her. I forgot it in a meeting room.

Amma (on phone): Blah blah blah blah.

Taraksh: No not meeting her.. Meeting room. Office meeting.

Amma (on phone): Blah blah blah blah.

Taraksh: No she is not my team mate.Infact I had never noticed her till today.

Amma (on phone): Blah blah blah blah.

Taraksh : OK I will take care that I don’t misplace my mobile and also see to that if I misplace it , it should not be found by a girl !!!!!

And then Taraksh barged in to cubicle 420 and politely requested to Goodguggu:

“If you ever find a mobile anywhere in the world, please do not call the mobile owner's mom!!!”

Metamorphosis

“Hello Praveen”

“Hi, May I know who is this?”

“Guess”

Not that I am Sherlock Holmes, but I am good at recognizing voices. But this did not sound familiar.

“I’m sorry .I’m not able to “

“S.P Balasubramanian, 6 AM cricket. Does it ring a bell?”

“Hey, KirikMama is this you?? Man it’s been a long long time since we met. I guess we never met after school right??”

KirikMama was my classmate during high school. It had been 10 years since we last saw each other.

“Yep KirikMama at your service”

# Usual catching up of 10 years of when, where, how, why, what and how #

“So Mr. KirikMama what are you doing for a living now?”

“Guess”

Now here was a person who was paid for guessing( Guessing when will the feature might get completed, Guessing who might take leave this month, guessing what might be the root cause of the issue etc.So I was not accustomed to free guessing.

“I’m sorry .I’m not able to “

“I am no more KirikMama . I am Sir KirikMama . I am a lecturer at St. Ignatius College“

(Irrelevant sidetrack: In my native place the college named Saint. Ignatius had become Sant Vignesh in the local dialect .So much for religious harmony. Anyways back to the story…)

“WHAT!!! You?? Lecturer??”

I could not believe my own ears!!! (Not that I believe others ears).

And this took me to the flashback 14 years ago.

(For the cinematic effect, the flashback is in black and white)

It was Kannada period. Aadhishankar Sir (name retained as he would not read my blog anyways) was furious.

“Who is KirikMama ??”

Stunned silence. No one had seen Aadhishankar Sir so angry.

A confident student dared to ask ”Why sir?”

“What does that KirikMama think of himself? Does he think I am a fool?

He has written a Kannada song within the answer for that essay type question. Does he think I am blind? Who is he? I swear I will kill him now”

Yes, many had dared to write irrelevant stories in Social Science long answers and got away but this was in Kannada paper. That too a famous song. A record in school history. The whole class started murmuring.

“He is absent saar”, Came a voice from a student.

And that student was KirikMama himself!!!

There was hushed silence .No one dared to speak.

“He will come tomorrow. Give his answer sheet. I will give it to him.”

Now if there is no bug in your module, what will you fix?

Now when your enemy is not in front of you, whom will you kill.

Aadhishankar Sir calmed down, gave the answer sheet to KirikMama and said

“Let me know tomorrow who KirikMama is. I will teach him a lesson”

“Sure saar”

And this is how the second great escape in the history of mankind was achieved. (The first one was achieved by Houdini though).

Nothing happened next day. Aadhishankar Sir had done some background check and found out that KirikMama was the one who had fooled him and took his own paper safely. Now that there was no proof he had done some mistake, he could not be taken to the principal. Hence KirikMama was safe forever.

Aadhishankar Sir came to the class and said, “This guy has guts and is clever. He will surely come up in life. Also I am excusing you because that song you wrote in that answer was sung by my favorite singer: S P Balasubramanian “

Wow I thought .Is it this prankster who had become a lecturer? I wondered who would dare to create mischief in his class. He had not spared his PT master when he was young.

I remember once he was punished by the PT master for not polishing his white canvas shoes. He was very angry because all these years he was not punished for having similar “whiteness” in his shoes, but today when he had taken extra care to rub a white chalk on the shoes to make it extra white, he was caught.

He let off the blow of both the tires of PT masters moped “Luna”.

Not knowing who the culprit was and no way to find out, he got the air filled in a neighboring garage and went home.

Now how could a teacher who punished him for “extra white” shoes be let off so easily.

The next day KirikMama actually brought a knife and cut both the tires at various places.

The revenge was not exactly “school level” though but then he was happy and did not get caught.

And now he is a lecturer?? Unbelievable.

Once when a floppy disk was lost/stolen from our school lab, the teacher there “NIIT Nitin”, addressed the entire class telling the great loss school had occurred as the Floppy disk was extremely costly.

He even told that he would have to sell his golden ring to make up for the loss.

That evening, on our way home, KirikMama found a broken floppy disk.

Guess what did he do?? . (You can guess for free. This is a flashback and we never used to get paid for guessing then)

No. Neither did he ignore that, nor did he take it to NIIT Nitin.

He instead took it to a Jewelry store and tried to sell it off!!

If not for a whole golden ring, at least for a part of it.

All he got was a chocolate and Gyaan and that the disk was worth nothing.

And now he is a lecturer who will shape the future of a portion of our generation. I tremble at the thought of it.

I pitied on the Director of the college who had hired him. This reminded me of his another clash with the headmistress of the school itself.

It was Jan 11 1998. (9th standard)

“Hey Agnivesh, I am fed up with life. I wrote “I love you” 500 times in a book and she still does not love me.

I want to die. Keep these audio cassettes for yourself as I might not require it anymore after my death”

Agnivesh humbly and happily accepted it.

Jan 12 1998

“Hey Agnivesh, Remember that audio cassettes I gave you. Please return it to me. I am not going to die now. We are going for a family trip to Mysore tomorrow. Will think about dying after that.”

In an ideal world, Agnivesh would have returned it.

But this is Ghor Kaliyug.

Agnivesh refused to give it as it was his now and he could decide what to do with that.

Next scene:

Dirty uniform. Agnivesh’s torn shirt. Parent-Teacher meeting.

Jan 13, 1998

1 hour gyaan followed by a “I am sorry, Shake hand” session followed by an huge homework followed by seething anger.

In an ideal world, KirikMama would be waiting for an opportunity to exact revenge on Agnivesh.

But this is the land of Gandhi.

KirikMama and Agnivesh were seen eating away softee ice-cream which ended with KirikMama getting to know the address of the headmistress house.

Jan 14, 1998

Whoosh….

Sound of stone flying followed by the glass breaking sound.

Mrs. Oditi, Head mistress of Arunima high school comes out running.

In an ideal world, KirikMama would be seen running on some cross road.

But this is the land of Satyavaadi Raja Harishchandra

KirikMama was at the gate. Smiling

He looks at the madam and says

”Someone threw a stone and ran away in that direction. His uniform tells me he is from the Vipanchi High school.But today is festival day.So do not waste your time thinking about it too much.

Happy Sankranthi” .Telling this he offers her a plate of Yellu Bella and Kabbu, enjoys a nice tea at her house and lives ….

….Lives to become a lecturer one day.

Weird but true. That little Prankster is now the lighthouse to many students.

I am sure none of them can even think of any mischief in his class and that this reformed being will make a great teacher!!!!

The twists of life are indeed interesting.

Movie Chasers

Date : May 7, 1999

Movie Title: The Mummy

Directed by : Stephen Sommers

Running time : 125 minutes

Studio : Alpha Ville Films

Sandeep: Have you heard of that movie?? It seems it’s awesome. We need to watch it someday

Praveen: Sure we will. Lets wait till everyone watches it and then we can go on any day as we can get tickets easily then.

Sandeep: Sure

Date : Aug 7, 1999

Praveen: Hey what happened to our movie plans?? We were supposed to watch “The Mummy”. I have heard it’s awesome.

Sandeep: Let’s go tomorrow.

And that started our journey of watching a movie which we both wished to watch.

Next day morning we found out that the movie is playing in only one theatre in Bangalore but since we had made up our plans we set out to watch it.

Date : Aug 8, 1999

Time: 9:15 AM

Sandeep: Let’s go to Majestic. I think this theatre is there. All theatres are there.

Praveen: OK

Time: 10:30 AM

Location: Majestic

Passerby: That theatre is not in Majestic. It’s in Rajajinagar. Get down at blah, blah blah

Time: 11:15 AM

Location: Rajajinagar

Chai shop owner: Oh that movie is not playing here .Its in Nagarbhavi. Show is at 1:30.You can easily reach there after having lunch.

Time: 12:10 PM

Location: Nagarbhavi

We both sat in some hotel and had Masala Dosa. Tired and frustrated we thought of giving up and returning back to our sweet homes. But then we heard the spider of King Bruce laughing at us. So we filled our stomach and started hunting for “The Mummy” again.

Time 1:15 PM

Location: Nagarbhavi

Oh, that movie was playing till last Thursday. Friday we got a new movie.Watch this too.Its awesome.

Sandeep :(

Praveen :(

Oh then if you really wanna watch it it’s playing in RPC layout.4:30 show.

That theatre is a bit hard to find .You can still try.

Time 1:45 PM

Location: Don’t know …locating the theatre

Time 2:45 PM

Location: Don’t know …locating the theatre

Time 3:00 PM

Location: Don’t know …locating the theatre

Conductor: Hmm, Which class?

Sandeep: SSLC

Conductor: You look like good boys. Why do you have such bad habits??

Sandeep: (puzzled)

Praveen (ditto)

Conductor: Do you know small kids should not watch in such theatres??

Sandeep: Err …Oh

Praveen: But we want to watch “The Mummy” there.

Conductor: Oh then you are going to a very wrong theater.They don’t play “The Mummy" kind of movies but only play “A” certificate movies there!!!

And this brought us to the end of our first tiring, un-successful movie weekend.

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Date: May 26, 2011

Movie Title: Kung Fu Panda 2

Directed by : Jennifer Yuh Nelson

Running time : 90 minutes

Studio : DreamWorks Animation

Sandeep: Have you heard of that movie?? It seems its awesome. We need to watch it someday.Its in 3D too

Praveen: Sure we will. Lets wait till everyone watches it and then we can go on any day as we can get tickets easily then.

Sandeep: Sure

Date : June 3, 2011

Praveen: Hey what happened to our movie plans?? We were supposed to watch “Kung Fu Panda 2”. I have heard its awesome.

Sandeep: Let’s go tomorrow.

And that started our journey of watching a movie which we both wished to watch.

This time we were bigger, stronger and smarter.

We exactly knew which theatre it was playing, what time, ticket price, how to book and everything else you need to know about the movie.

The thing we did not know?? That “IF YOU KNOW HOW TO BOOK A TICKET ONLINE, THEN BOOK IT”

And due to a small communication gap, neither of us booked a show we went to try our luck and check if we get tickets.

Date : June 4, 2011

Location: Mantri Square

Time: 9:00 AM

Sandeep: Mall opens at 9:30 AM.Till then we have to kill time.

I took a knife and he took a pistol and we killed time.

Location: Mantri Square

Time: 9:38 AM

Box Office Assistant: Sorry Sir, we don’t have tickets for KungFu Panda.Its houseful.

Wow we thought, even after 12 years nothing had changed.We still were unsuccessful to get a ticket to be able to watched a movie “we wished” together.

With no better option we bought tickets for “Hangover”.

(The small effort to waive our badluck by trying to exchange our tickets with some teenagers who were denied “Hangover” flopped miserably when they were caught at the door before entering the screen and we had to swap them back)

The movie was good. We had indeed watched a movie together.,But the catch was this was not a movie “we wished” to watch .After watching the same we came out, Had a can of Pepsi and were fretting about our badluck when Sandeep had a brainwave.( It was my brain.He just had a wave).

Now that we had enough money, a bike to roam around and enough multiplexes why not give our dream of 12 years another chance?

Off we started.

Location: Garuda Mall

Time: 12:05 PM

Box Office Assistant: Sorry Sir, we don’t have tickets for KungFu Panda.Its houseful.

Location: Rex

Time: 12:15 PM

Box Office Assistant: Sorry Sir, we don’t have tickets for KungFu Panda..Coz its not PLAYING HERE.

Location: Lido Mall

Time: 12:45 PM

Box Office Assistant: Sorry Sir , we don’t have tickets for KungFu Panda.Its houseful.

The spider of King Bruce was still laughing at us when a BMTC bus ran over it and it was crushed to death. May its soul rest in peace.

Location: Sigma Mall

Time: 12:45 PM

Box Office Assistant: We do have last 2 tickets. Front row .Is it OK ?

Sandeep: I can kill your husband to get that seat!!!

And after 12 years, we finally found our ‘inner peace” and were able to watch a movie which “we wished” together.

Born to be an engineer-2

Here is an interesting conversation between me and my team mate (I was on an on-call support) and the impact of being misinterpreted by my granny’s friend (who herself is a senior citizen)

Me: Actually I am not the right person to look into the issue. There is a tiger team specially created in our team to support customer issues. Please contact them.

ಈ ಯಮ್ಮ ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ ಇವ್ನು software engineer ಅಂಥ ಹೇಳಿದಳು , ಇವ್ನು ನೋಡಿದ್ರೆ forest ranger ರೆಂಜಲ್ಲಿ tiger team ನೋಡ್ಕೊಳುತ್ತೆ ಅಂತಾನಲ್ಲ .