Chapter 10

Chapter 10

A fresh breeze of cold wind hit my face, as I lay on the sofa..  the cold winds made me get goosebumps.. I was forced to wake up.. the sun had filled the room completely.. I could see the nurse placing a fresh bunch of flowers into the vase.. she looked at me and said,”his vitals are fine now.. he should be waking up in some time..” I smiled.. she then said,”do you want something to eat”..  I smiled again and nodded..  I got up and walked close to shake, “hey..! hows he doing”, Achu came into room slowly.. carrying few bags in his hands..  he threw the bags on a chair kept in the corner of the room and said,”did the doc say anything else..” The nurse left the room smiling,signaling to stay quite.

The Troubled Deep

It was an Afternoon in the early part of the year... Shijo and I had just returned from our visit from a company. to see how our project was moving.. shijo had to go home.. he remembered asking me for windows setup disk.. and the only person who had it was our vulnerable Victim.. and this is how the aforesaid person became the Victim..

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

The rain has seemed to seize.. the winds had slowed their pace.. the trees stopped swaying … Achu and I stood still.. The moon light came thought the window almost covering the room.. the light falling seemed red..  the glass had blood splattered all over it..

FeedBack

This has nothing to do with control systems. or any kind of feedback open or closed loop system.. the feedback here.. is the small piece of paper given to any one of us after a session.. to give a feedback..

           I’m sure each one of us might be part of a customer vendor chain where we were either satisfied or very upset in the end of it..  like most of you might have had a bad experience with customer service.. any mobile operator .. or even good.. in the past few months I have learnt that if the experience was good… or even remotely exceptional then make it a point to let the person know about it..  

Damsel in the Bus

I always laughed at pinky for his forte,

To like someone on the way..

Today I was on the way,

 in the middle of the bus I found a seat to play;

A different Spectacle

The time of any festival is a spectacle.. I have enjoyed festivals for many reasons.. religion or just for fun.. it always leaves a memory…

          I got a chance to be part of a different festival .. Durga puja.. Different festival coz it’s the first time I was witnessing it…  and I repeat.. it’s a Spectacle..

I happened to be here at a different time of the year where Monsoon was gonna hit it soon.. but for some reason .. dint seem like a monsoon..  during the course of my training I knew I would get to witness this festival… few I spoke to told I was lucky to be here at this time of the year.. None the less it wasn’t something I was looking forward too..

The Final CountDown

Chapter 8

Chapter 8

I looked at the time… “8.30am.. hmmm time to go to work” I said.. I got up from the bench .. the highway had started buzzing with traffic now.. I took a taxi to work…  the day seemed slow.. people having conversations with me.. but I dint seem to hear anything.. people asked me questions.. and all I remember saying “yah.. or sure.. or will do..”  the day seemed to lost its meaning today.. I dint know why I felt this way… was it just that she left.. or was it something deeper?

Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Its been a week now, I was stuck with work again.. I had started to miss saloni’s food..  every evening in the car I asked her, did she cook something for me.. she used to always laugh it off without saying anything.. Finally on the week end I went over to her place.. Chicken biryani… yum..  after finishing my last piece of chicken I looked around.. I asked,” hey wheres your dad” .. handing over the glass of water she replied,” dunno hes out so quite often now a days” .. I had a faint idea where he might be..   I asked for the car keys and came out without informing where I was going..

Flexible Learning

The last day of training.. but not the last day of learning.. I planned to reach early today.. but it just dint happen… it rained all night… it rained all morning.. I reached 5 minutes before 9… if late then like the previous day we might have to do jungle dance.. but that dint happen… it rained.. so an extra time was given..

Another day.. Another Learning

 I have always heard Image.. or Rep… or the like so many times… but today we discussed soemthign different.. Starts with professional image.. hmm what would that be??  Its all about how we look .. or say.. what we say and how we act.. pretty easy to get hold of… Then we started with learning non verbal clues… yes you arrogant fool.. I see you.. just kiddin… 

I can learn something new too..

I am amazed that I can learn so much from a very different.. non monotonous course… its day 1 of this special training.. and as my friend shake put it “you seem very excited”

Chapter 6

Chapter 6

Click click… opening the door to my room..  getting back had me in mixed emotions, away from home to work, and closer to saloni away from home. The Mission conquer drunk man was gonna start, and I had no idea what to do about it. I thought of  speaking  to Saloni about it… I walked towards the other side of the room, kept my bag and fell on the bed.. after this everything else seemed unimportant, I fell asleep.

I am not Just a Observer..

Raise your hand if you think exercising everyday is good for health.. Now Raise your hand if you exercise everday…  I am sure that your hand might have gone down in the latter question..  This is something I learnt today.. We are Aware that exercising helps.. we are trying to Align ourselves with this.. but we are not Alive with it.. in sense we do not live it.. the 3 A’s .. don’t forget it..

GoodBye

As part of the Special occasion..

                                                Goodbye..

                                                       - Abhishek Kumar Sharma

Rk had asked me write a article for his special series and i was delaying it for a long time coz i never found anything which i cud write about, correction wanted to write about.by nature i am a critic i like  to say things based on how they appear to me,which many a times has hurt people or least to say has rubbed a lot of people in the wrong way.so i cant write about people.tell me to me write about the current affairs or political issues i would fill pages.but to write about some meaningful and relavent to his blog is a task.

The Legend of RK : A Walk Through Time

The Sequal to The Legend of Rk : The Sighting.

                                                                     -       Venkat 

" Time " - a topic that has caught man's imagination  ever since he developed the ability to think .and one which the  greatest minds have written countless poems and verses on .

When Einstein proposed the theory of relativity , its implication in science was of a very great magnitude. The surprising part is its application to the simple things in life  :   ""How long a minute is, depends on which side of the bathroom door you're on.  " -Zall's second law.

I wish ...

I like this, I love that..

A little bit more of this, and a little bit more of that..,

Even though my hands are full,

I still want that..

                            - R.K

As Part of the Special Occasion Articles..

  I Wish i Get this...

                                       -   Anjuli

The Legend of RK : The Sighting

With Great Joy..  As Part of The Special Articles.  


                    Few People Don't Write Coz .. when they Write.. it Makes a Difference.. 
This and if possible and Few more to Follow.. By the Great One.. Venkat.

Impression me Impression you

Food I eat - for me to live,

Water I drink - for me to survive,

Friends I make  - for me to have fun,

Money I make  - for me to Enjoy,

But Impressions i make -  for me to Impress You. 

                                            -   R.K

As part of the Special Occasion Articles..

 My Experience of the First Day in the College

                                                                   -  Deepak D.M

The Search For Happiness

Do i Run around the Dream, 

or Do i run around the Lust, 

The Run i make to find the Truth..

The Run i make To search my Happiness..

the search which ends in me , to begin with.

                                        -   R.K

As Part of the Special Occasion Articles.. 

The Search For Happiness 

                                       - Lipitha

The Secret of L

  A strange title for something very simple.  Love, Labor and Lonely.

            I have found love in many places and in many ways.. I Love my moms cooking, shes the best out there.. and I cant say that enough.. but this is not about what or whom I end up loving more than other..

I have loved being Lonely since a very long time.. I Love being silent the rest of the time… Labor is now what im going to end up loving..

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

            The travel from the airport to home was as long as my flight till here.. Quickly reaching home.. I got ready to leave for the meeting…Many things had changed in the past few months.. the auto prices, the vegetation.. the metro work..it was nice being back home.. the feeling was great..

            The meeting got over.. and I came out of the office.. I decided to have a snack at a burger joint..

I took an auto to get to M.G road.. once I got there..I walked a distance to get to the joint.. I saw a big crowd at a place.. I asked a fellow onlooker whats the rush..He said that the sweet store was going to be built on a very old plant.. only few of them were actually left in this part of the continent…Another onlooker then clarified that it was a old plant.. not a tree.. but a plant..” hmmm!!” that really generates some interest. I decided to stay close by till the time the store owner payed few officals and begin the sweet tasting.

Chapter 4

Votes are in:

Call the number : 3 votes.

Do not Call the number : 4 votes

  

Chapter 4.

The Greatest Emotion Cannot be Expressed- Only Felt,
Just like a Diamond can be worn not stared at.

                           -  R.K 

Time will Not Do us Apart.

Sitting in front of the laptop.. squeezing my eye trying to guess which key comes next to which.. cursing the power company for taking away power at this time of the night… who would expect a message from a friend.

            After finishing the last of the pav’s .. (having pav bhaji as dinner aint nice when your appetite is big) I got a message earlier. :

            Earlier we said .. lets meet and then plan..

            Now its lets plan and meet..

            Same Friends.. only the Time has Changed.

                        -Anonymous.

Who ever wrote it.. either hated his friends or had a experience with Time.

The Damn of the Shiny mane..

One….. “ahh its just one..” *brush *brush *brush… two…. Three…. Four…. Five…… oh.. are you crazy…. For real….. ..six.. seven.. eight.. ..oh no more… *brush *brush..9 10..11.12..13…..14..15….  where is the freaking oil when u need it.. .. and after some time I gave up counting the number of gray hair I have…!!

A Verse to few ..

 A not so great man had told me once.. its not about always telling a friend what his weakness is.. it feels right to also tell what he is good at…  taking his advice or whatever u call it.. I felt it is the right time to tell few special people (it’s a big list) about how they have made a difference..

Some of this might be cliché but it matters to me.. coz in some way or other they did change me.. they made me a better person and “once you get up there you should never…. “ (im gonna change this to) “once you get up there , they should always be standing right next to you”

Changing times..

This post comes more of a good news to some and a bit of a bad news to few.

Having spent close to 2 months away from home, people might call this post as “ur missing home” but I call it more of a self realization.The little things that are always left unsaid but hold a great impact when the obvious is stated.

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I reached the mall around the same time , I first walked through the parking lot to see if I could find her car.15 minutes had past going through all the floors of the parking lot I thought she did not come , at the very top floor I saw a green coupe, my heart skip a beat.. could it be hers.. I went closer , it was a green beat, my suspicion went away when I read her name in a big font on the back windshield mirror.

Chapter 2.

Votes are in.

Help the old lady : 12 votes.

Go with the green eye chick : 1 vote (only Deepu)

Chapter 2.

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Chapter 1.

               The swaying of the trees had just subsided as soon as the downpour began. The five minutes of rain had filled the potholes with enough slush to make small ponds. Many riders got down from their bikes and rushed towards the shelters in the corner of the road. The Chai-wallas prayed to the Gods as they knew now their business will flourish.. From the midst of the streets of Karunamoyee, a strange looking man was seen playing hopscotch with the potholes,trying to hold his jeans from getting the ends wet.Every eye tried to find pleasure in seeing the stranger trying to escape the rain with such a bad downpour.The chai-walla was even more confident thinking that this stranger will definitely buy some tea.

Alooo matar Wierd masala..

Today happened to be a bizarre day..  
                 for the lunch break .. we... ergo (5 men and 2 women) go to the cafeteria available in campus..  a new vendor has come so we pretty much enjoy the food..
the usual cafe is divided as two separate sections for veg and non veg meals... but besides that there in just one counter for special orders.. in sense excluding meals (thalis). 

An AD and Something more

“Dubara math puchna.. “

“ Taste bhi , health bhi, khusiyan bhi..”

Or  “ye hee hai right choice baby… aaha..”

“jab ghar ki ronak bada ne ho.. deewaro ko jab saajana hoo””

Did these lines strike a chord in your head… we might have heard them between a crunching cricket match.. or during a football final.. or some series … we hate them but we just might sing their tune unknowingly..

Lets count? How many advertisment lines can u remember!!

More than 3 definitely..

Well..there is something special with these two ads.. as usual there might be more exceptional ads with some more humour or flavour in them.. but these two have something distinct..

A novel Novel

I just have come to think... to actually start writing a work of ficiton.. that deals with me... it is gonna be 95% original.. may be filmy ..may be comedy.. or if cant think of anything.. then its gonna be something what i have gone through...

Ting Ting Ting!!!

Round 1.

Ladies and gentleman.. In this corner.. 5 foot 10.. wearing brown trousers and a white tee.. we have Rk.....

on the other corner.. 4cm long.. weighing approx 35 gms... in green.. Mr. Hopper.

Rk closes his laptop ,mr.Hopper jumps towards the tv .. rk rushes to switch off the tv... mr.hopper skips a beat.. does a back flip and flies towards the Fluorescent Lamp. Rk turns around to switch of the lamp.. picks up a umbrella and tries to whack mr.hopper.. mr hopper sees light in the other room.. mr.hopper flies over the table and touches down on the lamp across the hall.. Rk looks at him and grins.. "I win !!"

Common sans of the Comic sense

(There is no Tail for this Tale)

you leave a place with total no idea of how your next few months gonna be..

in just a short time you get the "first impression"

are first impressions the last impression?

i stepped off the bus.. and went to pick up my luggage..the 31deg cel.. had already forced me to say "this place is hot" a couple of times..

in time the sweat on my arms .. started feeling like i just got sprayed by some stick glue...

(count the number of A.C in this)

the first few days was a getting used to thing...

gonna be about 2 weeks now...

the temperature or the humidity doesnt matter to me much... i knw what i can expect weather wise from here..

The Prologue

its pretty strange, i aint a person who can write tales.. or is it..

it starts like this.. once my friend Shake recommended me to read a book.. read it.. for the wrong intentions obviously..

after the book was over in 2 days flat.. i told him.. there is nothing special in it.. he said the book is made for the Indian audience , alright.. that day i told him.. ill also end up writing a book.. and should turn out better..

The days have past.. been almost 3 years since that happened.. a new part/chapter of my life has begun..

a new part coz now i am away from my city Bangalore.. for job training..

a new chapter coz now I have to live alone .. start being responsible.