Wednesday, May 14, 2014

Honeyಗವನಗಳು

ಸನಿಹ
ಅವಳು ನನ್ನೆಡೆ ಬಂದಾಗ 
ಕುಣಿದು ಕುಣಿದು ಎಬ್ಬಿಸಿದೆ ಧೂಳು,
ಆದರೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಹೋದಾಗ
ಕಣ್ಣೀರಿಂದ ನಿಂತಲ್ಲೇ swimming poolಉ 


ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಜಾಮ್
( ಸರ್ವಜ್ಞರವರ ಕ್ಷಮೆ ಕೋರುತ್ತ...)
ಭೋರ್ಗರೆಯುವ ಮಳೆಯಿರಲು,
ರಸ್ತೆ ಕೊಚ್ಚೆ ರಾಡಿಯಾಗಿರಲು,
ಟ್ರಾಫಿಕ್ ಜಾಮಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಕ್ಕಿ ಹಾಕಿಕೊಂಡರೆ
ನರಕಕ್ಕೆ ಕಿಚ್ಚು ಹಚ್ಚೆಂದ ಅಲ್ಪಜ್ಞ್ಯ  



ಬಡವ
ಉಳ್ಳವರು bikeಅಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊರಟರು ,
 ನಾನೇನು ಮಾಡಲಿ ಬಡವನಯ್ಯ
ಎನಗೆ ಕಾಲೇ ಚಕ್ರ , Cabಗಳೇ ರಥ ,
 BMTC ನೆ  ಪುಷ್ಪಕವಿಮಾನವಯ್ಯ !!



ಬೆಳಕು
ಅವಳನ್ನು ನನ್ನ ನೆರಳಿನಡಿಯಲ್ಲೇ ಕಾಪಾಡಬೇಕು ಅಂತ ಇದ್ದೆ. 
ಆಗಲಿಲ್ಲ.
 ಅವಳೇ ಬೆಳಕಾಗಿದ್ದಳು !!


ಕಣ್ಣು

ಅವಳನ್ನು ನೋಡಿದಾಕ್ಷಣ ಮಂಜುಗಡ್ಡೆಯಾದೆ ,
 ಕರಗಿದ್ದು ಅವಳ ಕೆಂಗಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಗುರಿಯಾದಾಗಲೇ


ಮತದಾನ

ಮುಡಿಗೆ ಏರಿಸಲು ಮಲ್ಲಿಗೆಗೆ ಮತ ಹಾಕುವುದರ ಬದಲು ಕಮಲಕ್ಕೆ ಹಾಕಬೇಕಾಗಿತ್ತು ಅಂದೆ.
ಅವಳು ಕಾಂಗ್ರೆಸ್ ಅನ್ನೇ ಹಾಕಿದಳು .
ನನ್ನ ಕೆನ್ನೆ ಮೇಲೆ  :)


ಮದುವೆ

ಈಗಲೇ ಮದುವೆ ಬೇಡ 
ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ತಾಳಿ , ಭಾಗ್ಯ
ಶೀಘ್ರದಲ್ಲೇ ಬರಲಿದೆ 
ಸರ್ಕಾರದಿಂದ ತಾಳಿಭಾಗ್ಯ !! 

ವರದಕ್ಷಿಣೆ

ಅವಳೇನೋ ಪುಟ್ಟ ಗೌರಿ 
ಆದರೆ ಅವಳ ಮದುವೆಗೂ ಕೊಡಬೇಕಾಯಿತು
Dowry !!

ಎಲೆ

ಬಾಳೆ ಎಲೆ ಹಾಕುವಾಗ ನೋಡಿದ ಎಳೆ ಬಾಲೆಗೆ ನಾ ಶರಣಾದೆ !!



Thursday, April 24, 2014

Traffic Police and Fatherhood

ಯಮನಿಂದ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಂಡರು ಮಾಮನಿಂದ ತಪ್ಪಿಸಿಕೊಳ್ಳೋಕೆ ಆಗೋಲ್ಲ !!
(You can escape from Yama but not from Mama {police})

                            And on that fateful day, I was stopped by the traffic police. No, this time he was not hiding in some out-of-sight area to appear suddenly nor was that a deadline wala time for policemen. I slowed down, while my brain was working overtime to figure out which traffic rule I had broken.

Not wearing seatbelt!!!  No... I wasn’t in my car.
Not wearing helmet!!! No, I wasn’t on my bike too!!
Speeding?? No. Was slower than a passerby walking.
No license? NO NO NO... I was on my cycle!!
Then what??

I stopped beside him. He seemed busy easing traffic and asked me to wait. After what seemed like a decade, he comes slowly to me and says
“Nice Cycle”
“Thanks”
“Kids nowadays!!”
(Me rolling eyes, with a puzzled look)
“Gear gaadi naa?? “ (With gear?)
“Yes (proudly), 18 of them!!” (Though never used more than 3, ever)
“Cost??”
“Rs 8500/-“
“What?? So much of this piece of iron??”
(I stood there, clutching my hands, like a hero who is ready to hit a villain stands, refraining himself from hitting him, just because he has promised his mom)
“And your father happily bought it for you?? “
“Well, I bought it myself, with my own money, I do a job”

Suddenly his tone turned softer
“Oh really, good, Sorry for my remarks. It was not meant for you... It was my anger towards my son”
I felt good and bad at the same time. But it was not time for emotions. I wanted to know why I was stopped and how much “fine” he was expecting.

“What about him?" I enquired
“Well he wants me to buy him a cycle and you know our salary. I cannot afford a Rs.8000 wala . Also its dangerous cycling is traffic."

Now again I felt good and bad at the same time. But this time there time for emotions. I knew why I was stopped: to enquire about cycles.
Felt good as I was not to be fined that day. Die another day ;)
Felt bad as he was a bit helpless in this case.

“Why not buy him a low end cycle, without gears, it works out cheaper” I told
“That’s what I was thinking of, but you see I get bonus after 3 months only. Only then I can buy him one. Till then I don’t know how to face him?”
“What does he study? “
“8th Std, many of his friends have it. So he wants one.”
He came towards me and whispered.” Keeps murmuring about his first love, So I think this is only for show off.. to her”
“Err, hmm.. “, I did not know how to respond.

I analysed the issue.
8th std boy with a friend who is a girl.. First love.
Boy wants a cycle. NOW
Father can afford one three months later but is not able to convince his son to wait. Also he is worried about that “love”

‘What are you thinking?” he asked
“How much does he score in exams??”
“Around 60-65% . Why?"
“And how much he desires to own a cycle?”
“He never stops talking about it!! Would you please tell why you need this information?”
“Good. I think I have a plan. His exams will be in two months and results will be out in around three months. If you promise him to get a cycle if he scores 70% , there are many benefits.
  1. You are not telling him you won’t buy one but now the ball will be in his court to “earn” it
  2. Good marks are always good.
  3. You get three months’ time.
  4. And whatever marks he gets, since you were going to buy it anyways, buy it then.He will be thrilled.


100% WIN WIN situation. I patted my back for this genius idea!!  I was just born to help people !!

His face bloomed.
“Brilliant !!!" he said .
 He looked relieved.”That will keep him away from his love too.. atleast for three months!”
Thanks.
All this time people who were riding, driving, cycling, walking who had seen me talking to him must have been sympathizing me for getting caught. They would never know it was me who was sympathizing about the police.

Four Months Later:

                          I had forgotten about the incident until I saw the same Traffic police again. I was curious to know the outcome of my cunning plan. I stopped near him.He seemed disinterested.
I asked him about his son’s result.
“78 % “ he said, without looking at me.
I sensed trouble. But when curiosity killed the cat, would it leave me??
I asked... as I was riding away from him, slowly
“And what about cycle and first love”

“Well it turned out to be that the cycle itself was his FIRST LOVE and he worked so much for it that he got 78%, the highest percentage gain ever in his class.”
“Wow “, I was amused, “Then what’s your problem?”
And I left as he said this which made me feel good and bad at the same time.
“To encourage his effort on his percentage leap, school awarded him Rs: 5000/- . He bought a cycle for himself with it.”
And then finished his answer with a sad face.
“You just robbed me one of the most important joys of fatherhood, gifting his son his first bicycle!!”

Monday, April 21, 2014

Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Being a celebrity

                      When Usha Uthup stepped out of the mall and fans flocked to get her autograph and a photo with her, we were not surprised. It is one of the perks you get being a celebrity: Being recognized and appreciated in public. It must surely be a good feeling. Even we took a group photo, with her, of course.




                           But that is not the point . The point was she surely must have felt good. Elated.May be more thrilled than us to be getting such recognition in public.One of my friends wanted to check that out. To get the first hand feel of what it feels being mobbed by fans while onlookers watch. We decided to experiment it there.

                              The plan was simple. Go alone inside the mall. Come out casually. We, the team-mates now converted to his fans would rush to him, excited, meet him, shake hands with him ask for autographs and then finally take a picture with him.

And we did it..

Check this below media.The one in the checks shirt is our hero !!



















The experiment was a success. We did manage to grab a few eyeballs who kept wondering and making wild guesses as to who the “celebrity” was.

The hero exclaimed, “Even though I knew you people and knew it was staged, I felt sooooooo good. I can now imagine the feel we get for pure, unpaid fan following!!”

Friday, January 31, 2014

Chemical Locha

                            We have heard examples of how the solution to find benzene ring  chemical formula was found in a dream. But unfortunately that did not happen to me. The solution did not occur. What happened was that the problem itself manifested in my dream yesterday and this is how it happened.

Background :
                         I have been working on this memory leak issue from quite some time  and was on the verge of concluding that there is no leak as per the memory leak report. A portion of it is still pending and was to be done today.


Dream :

I was walking near the gate of Lumbini gardens to check if people really pay to get into this deserted looking lake-park when a familiar guy comes walking towards me.
I know I have seen him somewhere but cannot recall where !!

MysteryMan   : Hi

Me :    Hi , Do I know you  ?

MysteryMan : (smiling) Of course yeah, You still did not recognise me , did you ?

Me :Hmm Yeah, sorry for that.

MysteryMan :Dude, it’s me , Memory Leak , remember.

Me :OMG, MemoryLeak , it’s you ?? !! I have been looking for you all these days. Where had you been?

MysteryMan :Really? You really  believed  that  I existed ?

Me :Err,..ahem.. Honestly no. I thought people were lying about your existence.

MysteryMan :But you had seen my photographs , didn’t you ?? SyVe gave it to you.

Me :Yeah that’s true, but photos could be anyone. I searched your passport records, school records, Aadhar card records , Electoral ID records and no your name was not there in any of them.

MysteryMan : Well , even then, here I am.

Me :Yes, that’s the surprising part. Anyways ,past is past, . Glad that you showed up. Now I can stay in peace.

MysteryMan : Hold on, Mr. Senior Folk ,Hold on. I just came in front of you to show that I existed so that you do not give up the search for me. Now that you know I exist ... Catch me if you can !!



Reality:
My exact  state now :

I don't know who you are. I don't know what you want. If you are looking for release blocker, I can tell you I don't have that option. But what I do have are a very particular set of skills; skills I have acquired over a very long career. Skills that make me a nightmare for people like you. If you show up  now, that'll be the end of it. I will not look for you, I will not pursue you. But if you don't, I will look for you, I will find you, and I will solve you.

Monday, September 2, 2013

The Vada-Pav Chronicles

Lokhandwala Complex, Kandivili (E) Mumbai.
There was only ONE vada-pav centre for the entire Lokhandwala Complex ,Kandivili (E) apartments!!

                It was quite a regular practice by now. Wake up late every Sunday morning at around 10 AM; get ready for breakfast and dash to our favorite vada-pav centre near the complex next to our building. It was not a proper shop but just a corner where family of husband and wife would sell Vada-pav and tea.
Priced at around Rs 2.50 per vada-pav, we would hog around six to seven at a time, drink ginger tea and then return to our rooms. It was neither very special nor had any attractive ingredients. Just some chutney powder and mirchi to go with it. But somehow we were addicted to it.

                Another interesting thing was though they were husband and wife, at business, they were more like two separate entities, the husband selling only tea and wife the vadapav. Even the money had to be given separately. It only worked well for them being at the same place as the food complemented each other very well, just like them.
    
            It was not only us; this shop had a huge fan base. People would eat four-five and take another set “parcel “(No, I won’t use the word “Take away”. Its parcel only). All was well until…

           Until a competitor rose, right opposite to their shop (thela, as we call it). The competitor had the same business strategy. Vada-pav and tea.  And consumers love variety and choices. Slowly the fan base began to dwindle.  It looked as if the new shop was facebook and theirs was orkut.  Everyone suddenly wanted to try this new shop. It was flooded with customers while our Jodi had very little customers. It seemed everything was over for them. But for some reason they neither complained nor seemed agitated. They just kept serving whoever came to them.

                This went on for a while. Slowly people started missing the earlier taste they were addicted to. The customers started returning. I was one of the first to come back. The new vada-pav was good but could not beat the taste of the old one.  The competitor was not facebook J . The reversal was so much that now, again, the Jodi’s shop was again full while the competitor had time to watch a movie between two customers.

And then the Jodi lived happily ever after. OR did they.

No

                No one calls the competitor a competitor if he does not compete.So now our competitor was back with a bang, new, improved, better than everyone. And this time, it was not only Vada Pav. It was more. Samosa, Kocher, Dabeli, Missal pav, this and that. Basically he had everything to attract everyone.  The tide changed it direction again.

         If someone made time shorter, it would have looked like a tennis match where the tennis ball named customers went from this side of the net to other.

In your face, Vada-pav Jodi, in your face, you one trick pony!!

Suddenly from nowhere I could hear CEOs of Apple, Nokia, Microsoft and Samsung arguing loudly.

                 Word of mouth spread, more people started flocking there. Apun ka to kya hai, Jaha variety hai vahich apun. Every Sunday a different snack. From that shop, if you had a look at the Jodi you could see that this time they looked very angry, very agitated. It looked as if they would burn the competitor's shop just by the look of their eyes. The faces were distorted with jealousy.

It was about time, to make their next move.

               Just out of curiosity, one fine day, I went to the Jodi shop to see what their next strategy is. After the initial discussion I came to know that they were not at all angry at their competitor. ( all what I had thought  that they looked agitated was just in my mind). They calmly said that they had been in this business for years and vada pav was the one thing they were good at. They neither had the resources nor the expertise. But what they had was immense knowledge on how this business works.
They said that, the cost at which he was giving the snacks was not giving him enough profits. He was trying to attract customers first inspite of the losses. Sooner or later, he would either have to increase prices or reduce quality both of which would reduce his customers. And again, it had happened once, that the customers started missing her vada-pav and she was sure that they would return.
Moreover they were preparing less quantity nowadays and nothing was going waste.  Also that they were still making profits, though reduced by a great margin but never went to loss.

Small budget movies that made it big were clapping

Her strategy was simple. Continue whatever they were doing and wait for the competitor to stumble.
In exactly one month, the Jodi had made Nostradamus proud. The perseverance, quality they had set and customer retention had worked.I now knew why people call all Almirah's Godrej , All headache balms : Amrutanjan and all photocopiers Xerox machine :)

There was still only ONE vada-pav centre for the entire Lokhandwala Complex ,Kandivili (E) apartments!!




Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Honey-ಗವನಗಳು

ಬೆಳೆ- ಬೆಲೆ

ಕಿತ್ತು ತರಲೆ ನಕ್ಷತ್ರವನ್ನು ,

ಮುರಿದು ತರಲೆ ಕಾಮನಬಿಲ್ಲಿನ ಬಳ್ಳಿ ?
ಅದ್ಯಾವದು ಬೇಡ .
ಸಾಕು ನನಗೆ ಎರಡು ಕೆ.ಜಿ. ಈರುಳ್ಳಿ !!




 ಅಡುಗೆ 
They asked me , what do you prefer
Continental or Thai food ?
I replied , neither
For me, only ತಾಯಿ ಅಡುಗೆ is good !! 



Bhaag Developer Bhaag
Oye Dev-Syve sab so ray honge
Customer sab ro ray honge
Aisi bug escalated bug rakh dil pe haath
Hum sath sath bolo kya karenge
Meeting karenge.. Meeting karenge.. Meeting karenge..
Meeting karenge.. Meeting karenge.. Meeting karenge..


ಊಟ
ನಾ ಕೇಳಿದೆ ಆ ಹುಡುಗಿಗೆ ,
ಬಾಲೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟ ?
ಆಕೆ ಹೇಳಿದಳು ,ಹೋಗೋಣ ನಾವು
ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಸಿಗುತ್ತದೋ ಅಲ್ಲಿ 
ಬಾಳೆ ಎಲೆ ಊಟ


Happy Women's Day
ಆಫೀಸಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಿ ನೋಡಿ ಬೋರಾಗಿತ್ತು,
ಅದೇ ಚಹರೆ ಅದೇ ಮೋರೆ. 
ಆದರೆ ಇವತ್ತು ಯಾಕೋ ವಿಷಯಾನೇ ಬೇರೆ
Did you ask क्यों रे ?
क्योंकि 
ಇಂದು ಕಣ್ಣು ಹಾಯಿಸಿದಲೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾಣಿಸುತಿದ್ಧಾಳೆ 
ಸೀರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರೆ ..







Tuesday, April 2, 2013

THE OTHER SIDE OF THE MOON



“I must have disappointed you” , the smiling passenger sitting by the window said, just as I was settling down with my not –so-heavy bag on my aisle seat.

I was taken aback.  Did I know him? He did not seem familiar.

“Excuse me”, I said, which in this context meant, I had heard what he said, but needed more explanation. Moreover I don't even know you”

“I said that I must have disappointed you”

He surely had disappointed me by not letting me know why he said that in the first case.

“Why ?” I politely inquired, still trying to guess who it was.

This senior citizen could be anyone. My grandfather’s friend, my father’s acquaintance, the “common man” from the movie “The Wednesday” or the LIC agent from “Kahaani”.

“I must have disappointed you because I am not the beautiful young girl you hoped to be in this seat to travel with you for next eight hours.”

         I was glad that he was not any of my acquaintance and hence I need not feel uncomfortable or embarrassed for not recognizing him but what he said was cent percent true, I always wished a beautiful female stranger to be my co-passenger, jaise film-o mein hota hai !! But I could not agree with him straightaway. I would seem to be a loser then.

           The passenger behind my seat, who had no better business than to overhear our conversation also waited for my reply.I spawned multiple threads from my brain’s thinking process which individually started working overtime to get a fitting reply to this know-all grand old man in the bus and the dropper of the eaves behind my seat.

“Not really, I have got enough material “, I said pointing to the girl sitting diagonally opposite in my front seat near the window.

            The division between the window seat and the aisle seat was unusually large and I was easily able to see her clearly from my seat.The eavesdropper behind got his answer. Satisfied he went to sleep. The person next to the girl was already sleeping. I safely assumed that the girl was indeed travelling alone.

           The grand-old man had tried his ice-breaker and was successful but little did I know that the ice was broken between other people too. He smiled at me and started staring outside.My brain killed all the extra threads it had created and started to relax when the girl in the front seat turned back to me, smiled and said,
“I noticed that you pointed at me!!”

Oh maaay Gaawd …

               I could do nothing but smile. I leaned forward and apologized and for the first time saw her face clearly. Or I must say half the face.When I had been to Pune, I had seen many girls covering their faces with dupatta to escape from dust and sun and ended up looking like terrorists. This girl was also covering her face not horizontally but vertically.
I could see the part of the face from one side only and that was enough.

        This was the first time a girl to whom I was a stranger had talked to me. I was thrilled. My heart jumped in joy so much that it hit the top of the roof of the bus and came back.

“No probs”, she said.” Let’s talk later”.
It was a true Mann mein laddu phoota moment !!

          My ears kept telling my brain to not let eyes have all the fun when her voice was also as sweet. I leaned back and again spawned multiple threads from my brain’s thinking process which individually started working overtime to find out what would happen next.
I did not have to wait long. Forty-five minutes later the bus stopped for dinner .I usually do not get off the bus but this time it was different.

        Not to seem too excited, I casually got down the bus, taking care not to even glance at her.I strolled a bit hoping for her to come and talk to me. And kept rehearsing what should be my first words to her. Should I apologize again or just start with job-interview type introduction when they ask “tell me something about yourself”.

      From the corner of my eyes , I could see her approaching. I wondered what her first words to me will be.She came very close to me.
This was a Mann mein doosra  laddu phoota moment !!

“Do you have three rupees?”
Mere mortals would have scoffed. Money? Already? Atleast introduce yourself.

But being a practical person that I am I would not fall into the trap that she was after money.
“Two rupees naa? “ I said.
“I too think so, but one does not come back from the dead just to switch off the room light. So it’s better to switch off lights before leaving the room”
“Okay, here it is. And your destination is over there”, I pointed towards the wall which read, “LADIES”.

Before she left I asked, “I will order in the meantime. Seeds or leaves ??”
“Coffee”, she said

       So our second meeting too was very short.I could still see only half of her face though.I stood there with two coffee cups in my hand. In these days of coffee-days, this must be one of the cheapest coffees a guy must have bought a girl on their first meeting.

As we stood sipping the coffee, staring at our bus, under the dark night sky,I asked her.
“Why are you covering the other half of the face”
She said,” What ?? Is this your first question, no introduction, nothing?”
“Hello, you started it. Took my three rupees too”
“Oh yaa, here is your one rupee,”
Now this was too insulting.
Regaining my composure I said, “Keep it, give it to some beggar in Bangalore. And transfer his blessings to my account”
“Hi hi hi”

By now I had found out the sounds of laughter’s we type during chatting are:
“Ha ha” : sounds like coming out of stomach, a general laugh to a common joke
“He he” : A lil personal joke
“Hi Hi” : Giggling.

So she was giggling which means she took it in the right spirit.
“So do you like me?” she asked.
“Well , you need to elaborate. “Like “ has lost its meaning after facebook has come into picture”, I replied.

She just smiled. Said nothing.

“ So , why is the other half of the moon dark ??” I asked.
“ Coz the sun chose not to shine there.Have you heard of acids?”

I stood shocked. I could not believe what I heard
.
“So are you not going to ask my name? My Facebook Id ? Mobile number ?”, She seemed casual about it

I would have, surely,  if I had not heard what she said just  now.She would be cute , but only half face. I could not even imagine how the other half would have looked.

All my excitement went downhill.

I did not want her number. I did not even want to remember that I met her.
Now I came to know why she talked to me in the first place. I mean no beautiful girl talks to you if they know that you will anyhow fall for her.

“I don't think that's necessary, after few hours , we will go in our own ways , probably never to meet.”

          I did not want to talk to her.I feared, now that she has spoken the truth, she would remove the veil from her face and I would be stuck to that image all my life.The conductor whistling came as a big relief to me.I had earlier thought, I would request the guy next to her to shift to my seat so that I could sit with her or ask “my friend who understands me” sitting next to me to shift to her place.But now I was just happy to be where I was.

           I silently walked to my seat and closed my eyes straightaway to avoid making eye-contact with her.I could still see a puzzled look in her face though she did not look disturbed by my sudden change in attitude.

          Nothing happened the next five hours. I made sure nothing should happen too.
As we reached Bangalore, I said bye to my fellow passenger and hurriedly got down.
I assumed she must have noticed this but there was nothing to feel bad coz I was still some random passenger in the bus. There were many others too who will not notice her.
I walked away from the bus and when I was at a safe distance, I turned to see her for one last time.

Angel or half angel, atleast she had created flutters in my heart for sometime.

She got down and took an auto.
As the auto took a ‘U’ turn and started coming in my direction, I panicked, for again I might have to give that indifferent look. As the rickshaw whizzed past me, she did what I feared about.
 She removed her veil covering her other half of the face and gave the most gorgeous smile ever!!!

I obviously knew about acids,infact topped in chemistry, but unfortunately failed the acid test and our chemistry too.

The moon was beautiful on the other side too..
 It was only that the sun was not shining there till now!!

Monday, March 11, 2013

The Gift -2

As promised , here is the sequel to my other blog  : The Gift
Independently it would be named as  :

  The Balloon

It was five in the Saturday evening and was indeed the favorite part of my week. I usually go for a small walk around my neighborhood at that time and being alone helps me to contemplate on the events that unfolded over the week and also gives me time to get mentally prepared for the week ahead. It was indeed a perfect evening for the walk. I was feeling very calm and relaxed as I went past the parks, temples and empty by lanes in my area.

               That day I decided to take a different route rather than the normal track I was accustomed to. This road was one of the busiest in the area and I could feel the traffic and the buzz around the place. It did not irritate me that day which might be because I was feeling happy from inside . As I gazed across the road, I saw a bike coming towards me. It was not the bike not the husband-wife-small kid on the bike that made me look in that direction. It was a large balloon that the kid was holding in her hand. It was one of those blue huge round balloons that you see near any fairs. As the bike whizzed past me, I could see that the thread of the balloon which the kid was holding so tightly slipped out of her hands and the balloon flew towards me. Due to my extremely fast reflexes that I have built over the years I managed to grab it out of thin air in the midst of such heavy traffic. I caught it and looked at the direction of the bike waiting for them to stop and get back what was theirs. But due to the pressure of traffic or some better reason unknown to me, they did not stop. I guessed that the small kid would be crying but there was nothing I could do.
 I just stood there still, not knowing what to do with the incredibly big balloon. People around me were too busy to even look at me or the beautiful thing I was holding. I decided to take it home but then I was sure that I would not play with it.
                I remembered that construction worker kid whom I had given chocolates last time and wondered if I should give the balloon to him. But then my brain told me otherwise.
                I went on my next mission.
                Find a deserving child who would get this balloon.

                So I started walking, looking around for someone whom I could pass on this unexpected gift. After fifteen minutes of walk I could finally find someone. This was also a three-member family. The parents were carrying tiny packets of groceries and vegetables and along with then was a small kid tagging along, looking at each shop on either sides of the road,  secretly hoping that her parents would buy her something. It was surprising that she was not throwing any tantrums though. It looked as if she was accustomed going empty handed every time they went shopping. They surely stayed in slums and could not afford anything else.
                I approached them and instead of directly giving the balloon to the kid, which would have resulted in quizzical stares from her parents, I talked to her father, told him about how I suddenly became the owner of this mega balloon and that I would like him to give it to that girl.

He looked at me suspiciously at me for a few seconds (who would not if some stranger suddenly would have come and gifted you something), but then since he had nothing to lose he gave it to her kid. The shriek of happiness that the kid let out still rings in my ears.
I did not wait for them to tell me anything and just left.
Now I had a new topic to think for the rest of my walk.
The butterfly effect of everything that happened in last seventeen minutes. Instead of thinking what happened, I started guessing what would have happened next.

The bike balloon loser:
The husband would be furious about the kid losing quite an expensive balloon and also for the fact that he could not stop there to get it back. He would have cursed its new owner too. (At that moment : me )
The wife had noticed me and might have taken comfort with the fact that the balloon was still safe and would still serve its lifetime making someone else's( mine) life happier.
The kid would have cried a lot but would have got something else (chocolates/ice-cream or another balloon) to just shut her mouth.
  
The balloon gainer:
The father would have been extremely grateful to me for bringing that gleaming smile on his daughters face.
The shriek of happiness of the kid would have filled her mother’s heart. She would have blessed me whole heartedly.
The child would be waiting to get into their area to show off to the other kids (her friends) of what her dad-the superman, had "bought" her today. The parents would for once walk to their slum with their heads held high. But deep inside he would know that from next time his kid would not be as silent as she was today and would he definitely could not afford to do that any other time. He must of made mental notes of how to deal with that next time.

Poor me:
No loss, No gain.
Got the balloon, let it go.
One side villain, one side hero.
One curse, one blessing.
One cry, one laugh
And one happier walk back home.

Friday, March 8, 2013

Happy Women's Day :)

ಆಫೀಸಲ್ಲಿ ನೋಡಿ ನೋಡಿ ಬೋರಾಗಿತ್ತು,
ಅದೇ ಚಹರೆ ಅದೇ ಮೋರೆ. 
ಆದರೆ ಇವತ್ತು ಯಾಕೋ ವಿಷಯಾನೇ ಬೇರೆ
Did you ask क्यों रे ?
क्योंकि 
ಇಂದು ಕಣ್ಣು ಹಾಯಿಸಿದಲೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾಣಿಸುತಿದ್ಧಾಳೆ 
ಸೀರೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ನೀರೆ ..
  --Impromptu one written in office on women's day 2013 (08-03-2013) 

Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Gift


                 I was on my weekend cycling rounds when I suddenly got this brainwave of buying a chocolate bar and giving it to any random person who might have never had it in their life. I thought it would be exciting to see their expressions and anyways it would bring them joy. So I hopped to the nearest shop and bought a bar of Dairy Milk Silk and went on to look out for a deserving candidate.

                After a very short search, I found a boy playing with a waste piece of wood on the sand near the construction site. It was evening and I could see that they had stopped work and returned to their makeshift huts.As soon as I saw him I immediately knew he was the right person to receive this sudden gift.  I knew I would have to wait till I see some elders around him so that they could see what a heart-warming gesture I was about to perform. I did not have to wait long as his mother came out to see what her kid was doing.

            I approached the boy, excited to see the reaction, my heart filled with pride for doing this spontaneous noble deed, and politely asked his mother if I could give him a chocolate. When she agreed, I pulled out the bar and gave it to him.

I waited to see his reaction. I thought he would shriek out of happiness.
He did nothing. He just took it and looked at me.No thanks , no smile, nothing.
I felt a bit disappointed. I expected something more. I looked back at him.

                  He had the same look on his face. But this time, his eyes were talking to me. It showed such sense of gratitude, those gleaming little eyes, that suddenly seemed to clean away all my dirt of sadness in mind and instantaneously cleansed my soul. It was magic. I was thrilled. I had never felt such calmness in my mind before.

 Without saying anything, I left from that place, Cycling and wondering if I had given him a bigger gift or he had given me!!



Update : The sequel to this blog is published here: The Gift-2 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013

Employee of the Year

            On  Jan 10 ,2013 our team went to Club Cabana for team outing. We did have a great time. Also we did lot of experiments in levitation photography and slow motion videos. After I returned and checked our photos, I got this thought of converting this to a short movie , and this time, for better measure , with a theme.

So the outcome was this :)



Check this video , after its fully buffered, with your headphones in full volume and enjoy it :)

Also do not forget to let me know how it is .....

Monday, December 31, 2012

THE GRAVEYARD


The graveyard was deserted.

          It is not that graveyards are always bustling with people but this graveyard was a really deserted one.There was no living being there, not even a caretaker. And why would there be one? The people in that village had all moved to some place where there was plenty of water after severe drought had struck the poor village. In other words, the graveyard was abandoned.

         It was more than ten years since anyone was seen, alive, in that graveyard. But on that fateful full-moon night ,he showed up. He was wearing a furry jacket, black trousers and a incredibly out of fashion hat. Lurking lonely for sometime near the gate, he decided to get in. It did not seem he was afraid to get in at all. He was so lost in his own world that he did not see where he was entering. He wiped his tears, pulled his drooping body lazily and looked for a place to sit. All he could find was tombstones bearing the names and birth and death dates of the people buried under. He just sat on one of them and kept gazing at the vast nothingness filled there. It was past 1 AM and it was absolute stillness everywhere. No owl or wolves howling, no sound of wind blowing, nothing. Just absolute silence. All this did not seem to bother our hero. He did not seem to even notice that he had entered a graveyard.

          A few meters away, the ghost was observing him. It had been a long time since anyone visited the graveyard.  Initially he hoped someone had come to see him, visit his tombstone but later realized that there was no one in the world who would care for him other than his wife, who was also dead, now lying as a skeleton in the grave next to him.  He chuckled at his thoughts. He wanted to talk to that man but since there was some change in the graveyard after a long long time, he did not want to scare the person away. The ghost just sat there and observed him.
Fifteen minutes passed by. The person had not stopped sobbing. He seemed to be deeply hurt. Every other minute he used to shake his head in desperation. The ghost first felt sad for the guy, thought he should somehow console him but then an evil idea crossed his mind.All his life he had been playing a goody-goody part  and now when he had an opportunity he thought of trying something naughty.He planned that he will take a human form, talk to that person for a while and then reveal the ultimate truth : That he was a Ghost. He look on that person’s face at that moment would be a sight to behold and then he could spend all his time in the graveyard telling stories to all his fellow-ghosts and have a good laugh.

              The ghost took the form of caretaker and approached the person. While he was quite far , he took care to make appropriate noises to ensure that the person had enough time to react and not run away in fear. He came to the person and sat on the tomb opposite  to the person.
They both sat still for some thirty seconds and then the ghost put a conversation starter:

“You seem sad, what happened”.

               That was all that was required.  He removed his hat and placed next to him and for the next fifteen minutes, the person shared his tragic life story and how he happened to keep walking out of despair now reaching a place which he did not know where, weeping uncontrollably as he did, all the while getting oh, uh and hmm’s from the ghost which acted as consolation in these bad times.

                The ghost was not interested in the story though. He had seen some bad days himself. All he wanted was to gain trust first and then at the right moment burst the bubble.

Both of them did not observe that the hat was moving , all of its own.


           After a lengthy story, the person paused. The ghost gave him time to recover. Gradually the person stopped sobbing. He seemed to be relieved. The ghost knew that it was due to the feeling that at-least someone heard his sad story, it would not matter if it was some caretaker of some random graveyard.

           Now that the person had returned to absolute normalcy, the ghost decided that this is the time he was waiting for. Just as he was about to scare the person with his truth, his wife called out. She did not take any form , just her voice was being heard.

“Whom  are you talking to ??”


   The ghost ,now concerned that all his build-up to this ultimate moment would go for a toss, if the person was scared out of a voice coming from nowhere, calmly told 

“That's my wife sleeping behind the tree” , even-though by now she was standing next to them near the tombstone , invisible, and shouted  at his wife( looking at the tree)

“CAN’T  YOU SEE , I AM TALKING TO THIS POOR MAN WHO HAS LOST HIS WAY.”

The wife who was standing next to him asked him not to shout and whispered to the ghost.

“How many times I have to tell you that this graveyard is closed from a long time, there is no one in this village and no one ever will dare to come in this route. You and your hallucinations . I wonder when will you come out of it. Now get up and come back to your grave”.

         The shocked ghost stared at the empty tombstone in front of him, got up and left with his wife, still not able to comprehend what had just happened.
The wind blew, the hat turned upside down and the free mouse ran towards its hole.