Tuesday, December 27, 2011

The Mischief Monger


 I am not going to display my heroics through this post. The Title once used  to be my Twitter handle.I am going  to narrate a fiery event through this story.

I still remember those early junior college days where we used to prepare hard for our IIT JEE.The trainings and test would be rigorous and trainers would set pretty difficult question papers for us.My focus for that entire year was IIT.Gradually days passed  and exams were nearing.I was staying away from my family as I was studying in Pune. My family lived in Mumbai and I would get a chance to meet my folks during weekends. The entire event in this story happened during one  fine Saturday. Sunday was my exam.After 14 hours of rigorous study,I had finally decided to take a break. I learnt that my neighbour Chetan from my Class in the neighbouring Dorm had slept. I was studying continuously for 14 hours and he was sleeping continously for the same duration.

'Wheeeeee.....Krrrrrruuuuuu......Kreeeee....,' One could hear a long whistle of snore resonating at its highest frequency.I knocked the door as I wanted him to focus on  our preparation.

'Chetan,...abey motte...Uthooo yaar,' I knocked his door. Finally ,I realized that the door was opened. He lay sprawled out on the bed.He was just wearing a polka dotted boxer.His belly resembled the peak of mount Everest.His synchronized movement of his belly and lips amazed me.He was snoring away to glory.

I screamed at him  at the top of my voice to wake him up.He seemed to me like 'Kumbhakaran' who never planned to wake up.I made a last attempt at waking him up,but he remained firm like a rock.I finally surrendered after many failed attempts to wake him up and returned back to my room.

Continuously studying for 14 hours had taken a toll on my body.The one fact about my room was that there was a banyan tree located near my window which had no grills.This served as an entry for unwanted guests in form of sparrows,monkeys,crows etc. It was 4 pm and no power at our locality.Hence I had to open the window.There was an unexpected fresh but cool brisk wind which blew through my window.I dozed off as I was too tired after studying.

A Monkey surfaced on my window and saw a plate of fresh bananas.He was a young and  probably got lost from his troops.He was hungry and the fresh sight of bananas attracted him and he jumped in my room. He gorged on the bananas and saw me sleeping on the bed.I was wearing  my 'Being Human' T-Shirt and a boxer.The Boxer had printed pictures of fruits such as Banana,Watermelons,Mangoes and grapes.The monkey was probably more hungry and was hunting for more food. He saw my boxers and he could not resist at the sight of the watermelons.He jumped over me and dug his teeth deep into the watermelon. Luckily it was at the back of my boxer.

I screeched at the top of my voice.I sprang out of the bed and saw the monkey eating the  rags of my boxer.I helplessly looked at him.

'Shh...get lost ...monkey ...go away..shooo shooo,' I tried to shoo away the monkey but it did not budge.We both looked at each other for around 10 minutes.I wanted him to go but he was staring at bananas printed on my boxer.I wore my jeans as soon as I learned that the monkey was eying on the banana printed  on my boxer.My butt pained.I could not walk properly. The monkey soon escaped  from my room.I heaved a sigh of relief as I saw the monkey leave. I got back to sleep.After  around 1 hour,I woke up and left for Chetans room.

'Whee....Krruuuuu...Kreee...' He was snoring like anything. I somehow managed to wake him up.

'Hello...good morning brooo....,' He rubbed his eyes.
'Good Morning...Idiot,its 5.15 pm..,' I said to him.

'Oh my god...I am not going to clear IIT man...'He was being  pessimistic.
'Where is your exam center?,' he asked me.
'No Idea dude...must be Aundh...Let me check,' I said and rushed for my room. I had placed my admit card on the table which had the banana.I got tensed and panicked as I learnt that I had misplaced my Admit Card.

I searched my entire room but I could not locate my Admit Card. I thought for a while and came to a conclusion that the monkey had flown away with my Admit card.

I ran out of my apartment and searched for the monkey everywhere.I asked almost everyone for the witty primate.Afte 30 minutes, I almost gave up.But I had no options. A tear rolled on my cheeks as IIT was a dream for me.I was trying hard to clear the IIT JEE and had prepared for it since class 10.

I was sobbing and weeping.Everyone from my colony were looking at me. I controlled myself and wiped my tears. I was ready to tackle the monkey.

'Kheee...Kheeee,' I heard a sharp sound from top of a tree. I was delighted to see the same monkey seated at the branch of the mango tree. It had my admit card. I threw a stone at it and in reply it threw a mango at me.I rushed to the near by shop and got 3 bananas for the monkey.I threw the banana at it. It caught the banana just like how Jhonty Rhodes did it in the cricket field. I threw all the bananas at the monkey but each time the catch got better. I helplessly looked at the monkey.

An idea struck on my mind. I luckily had another Fruits printed boxer with me.I called Chetan and asked him to get the boxers for me. It looked like the monkey enjoyed eating the boxers. Chetan came after 10 min with a similar boxer. I waved the boxer at the monkey. I directed it to throw the admit card down  by showing different actions. It understood my gestures and it directed me to throw the boxer up. Its rightly said that Man and Monkeys are ancestral cousins. We both understood each other and the monkey threw the admit card below and I threw the boxer up. The monkey had made a paper ball out of my admit card.I caught it and put it on my pocket.The boxer could not attain the desired height and as a result it came down after reaching a certain altitude.Chetan and me ran away after we got our stuffs.The monkey glared at us and was highly disappointed.

Later on I narrated the entire  story to Chetan and there was a laughter riot.We both headed for our room and resumed back to studies.




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Saturday, December 24, 2011

Few Important Pointers for Life!

Few Important Pointers for Life!
 There are many times I come across people who regret for their actions. Controlling your tongue is an important thing and  what you speaks makes you.You are recognized by the things you speak.There may be times when things may go wrong or may be your day wasn't just perfect. Its obvious that would be the worst time of your life and you would be down and low. Instead of cheering yourself you would prefer to be alone.You won't wish to mingle with people around you. You would instantly burst upon someone who irks you or pesters you with some work.This shouldn't be the case.It takes great time to win someones heart and to make your presence noticed. It indeed takes few minutes to get your name spoiled and it takes time to  reconstruct the old good name .Damage control isn't necessary always.So I have always been advising people to think before your speak something. Ponder over what went wrong and how to make it right.Take out the necessary correcting measures.

I admit that its really difficult to control yourself during our bad times.But that is not the theme of life.If every time you get vexed over someone then I am sure your circle of trust and friendship would be reducing.At one time you will realize that the diameter of that circle  will suddenly diminish into a point and you would be left all alone.Each indecision brings something unpleasant.You might have a big quarrel with your loved ones.They may be your parents,sibling or your best friend. You might just not know how much difficult the situation may get.By  doing this , you are just going to lose another person in your life. It takes time to build a relation.Building relationship is the most difficult situation. I bet how many of you here really felt difficult to confess their love for some stranger. It may be the person who mesmerized you with their personality. You really find it difficult to open a conversation with them. Relations are like strings.Its delicate at the beginning.As soon as the bond gets stronger, the string turns strong.It is easily broken during the worst times.Everything seems shattered. Here are few pointers which can be useful for you.

1.Exercising Control over the tongue.
Tongue may appear like a muscular mass of tissues,but it has got the power to destroy things and turn things bliss.These are two opposite things I would say.
Here is one example of a conversation which I found interesting.It is an chat excerpt from an Indian authors book.

Boy - You never called me the other day..
Girl - I was busy.
Boy - I realized you were out with the other guy....I ever tried calling you several times.
Girl - I have already told you I was busy with some work.
Boy - You fucking bitch.I know what you were doing with him.
The girl breaks into tears and goes away.

Friends, I would like to advise that Human emotions can do wonders at time and at sometimes they can just play more than a spoilsport.When you start loving someone,you think too much about the person. Everytime you think what she/he may be doing at that time. This peice may just look weird but I want to write something which is actually the truth. Do not play with anyone.Control over tongue is necessary.For an ill tempered person ,one minute is enough to create a storm.But I would love to say that after that one minute of havoc ,it is not possible to create  a positive impact. Apology will not help as already the damage is done. There is no lull after storm in this case.Hence exercising control over the tongue is very important.

2.Thinking twice before speaking.

This point is very much essential when you are planning for a long term relationship.Relationship is all about being together,understanding each other.Its the case were like minded people with common thought process bond together.They may be lovers,couples or any kind of relation for that matter.If this point is violated  then everything would be a mess.This point coupled with our first point can naturally is a good factor which helps in maintaining things.Compromising things in life and nature to forget and forgive will always help people in relationship.Tongue rules us.So I advice you guys to think twice before speaking.

3.Never get into a Verbal argument.

The point is self explanatory.Somethings can be mutually sort out by mere discussions instead of quarrels and unpleasant arguments.This will create a negative impact and an impression which can  break bongs.

4.Silence.
During our worst times,I would prefer being silent for a while.Isolate yourself for sometime. Think what went wrong.Think for the scope of improvement.During this phase, you can easily make out the reasons which made you behave like that. This stage will give you an inner strength and help you in gaining the lost confidence.

5.Apology
Sorry is the only word which plays a rescue ranger during troubles.Never think twice,just shoot the word.It will automatically invoke a good feeling for you.But naturally ,not all time sorry can come to your rescue.It is not a passport to all the mistakes you do.

Friends, life is really short and I guess we should be cherishing the life which god has gifted us.Avoid sour moments with your loved ones.This is not good for you.This is a random post which I have scribbled.I hope you get something out of it.


 
I wish you all a Merry Christmas and a very Prosperous New year




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Thursday, December 15, 2011

Boss and his Secret Muse!!


Disclaimer- This is a work of fiction and all characters in this post are fictitioius.



 The other night I had a terrible fight with a cantankerous person who was the sole owner of my work life. Sometimes I felt I was married to him at work.'Reddy' is what all call him. He was my boss. I worked in a so called Marketing company. Everyone knows that marketing people are highly creative. They get paid for their creativity and everyday they are expected to come with something new. I could rather say that I worked like a puppy and was paid like a slug by Mr.Reddy. I always used to get vexed by his gestures which would often irk me.I was chasing my dream, but after working with a green faced monster like Reddy for 5 years, I realized that I was at a wrong place.

During my tenure at Reddy Marketing, I was not lauded by my boss not even a single time  nor I was provided a good hike.It was always disappointing to work more and recieve less.I wanted to find his weakness.I tried to take the shortcut to success. I researched and found out Reddy's secret muse. She was Mr.Reddy's girlfriend.I was mesmerized when I saw her for the first time at our office.Her eyes full and dark,sparkled and was scintillating with the blue lens that she wore.The mascara clad eyes beneath her coal black brow had taken me aback. To be honest I had never seen an attractive girl  like her before in my life.I have seen girls like her on Fashion TV.I always wanted to make a girlfriend like her but sadly I never had any girlfriend.She was taciturn when it came to talking to random strangers. I knew she  had a thing for my boss who was a big victim of mid life crisis.I sometimes failed to understand what did Reddy do to befriend the beauty.They mostly resembled the beauty and the beast.Its not amazing to know that Reddy had a beautiful wife and a wonderful 7 yr old kid. Weekends in Hyderabad are quite boring especially when you don't have a girlfriend. The only thing which you could do is to check out the lavish malls.Its now or never. I planned to weave an imaginary story out of Reddy and his secret muse.

It was a fine Saturday evening  and as usual I was visitor to one of the mall in hyderabad. I saw a man from behind who got into a verbal fight with the Salesman.The guys temper seemed to have flared like a sky rocket.I observed the girl who was accompanying him. I was surprised to see my boss and his secret muse at that place. I went near them and greeted them. The girl seemed to have been  impressed by me. She smiled at me which got my boss furious.He tried to shoo me out but I stood firm.
I looked aside and saw a fat lady with a cute girl heading towards us. 'Omg Sharmila,' My boss hid behind his girlfriend.

An idea flashed on my criminal mind.I looked at the fat lady and grinned at my boss.My boss asked me to help him.I realized that this was the best opportunity to get the most out of him.I asked him to promise me a heavy increment,an onsite opportunity and  good bonus.At first he hesitated,but later on succumbed to pressure and accepted my demands.I suggested both of them to go the KFC outlet.We took  the corner table and heaved a sigh of relief.My boss's girlfriend was devoid of things happening around her nor she was interested in knowing everything. We spoke for a while. My boss's eyes scanned entire KFC and he couldn't find.A cute little girl came next to my boss and started screaming. 'Daddy..Appa...how come you here...'  . 
This attracted Mrs.Reddy and within the next 2 minutes both of them were seated next to us. Now we all were looking at each others face. My boss's face turned pale.There was complete silence for a moment.My boss helplessly looked at me. He urged me to do something and I could read  his eyes.We saw a couple sitting at the nearby table.They both were quarreling. From their discussion I learned that there was something to do with infidelity. The guy had probably broken the trust of his wife by dating another woman just like my boss.I could not stop giggling after relating the situations.There was a sudden whim to go to their table and sort out the problem. I soon left for their table.

'You know what Didi...life is all about trusting and realizing the worth of your partner.He may not be sincere or loyal to you...but somewhere through his eyes I can read his mind that he still loves you and his love for you is true.There are bad times in life and sometimes we tend to do something beyond our reach like Jiju did.I am not an oracle,advice maven or a wise man to preach philosophy.But I dont want to see you and Jiju going separate.You two look like a great couple and I know that during the journey of life he will be the best companion... Today I tell you that he would be the best rudder for your boat.I just wanted to tell you that you are an awesome couple and look great together...God bless you', I said to my self proclaimed Jeeja and Didi and left for my table. The Lady..my self proclaimed sister almost broke into tears. They kissed each other and happily left for their home.

'Quite Impressive young man,'Mrs.Reddy smiled.
'Ahh..thats just the sweeter side of me..Sharmila maam,' I retored.

The environment became lively once again.
'Men shouldn't cheat on their wife and children..its the worst thing to do,' She added.
'But you might not know ..sometimes such men are present near us...and we sadly fail to recognize them..' I laughed.

I wondered if  I had a camera to capture my Boss's reaction. He pleaded guilty. I could see his eyes turning moist. I wanted to torture him but sadly I couldn't.

'It just happens..a good wife  would please her husband and won't let him to cool his heels at any other womans house..' I added.

'You are right young man...' Mrs. Reddy smiled.The little girl was gorging on the chicken legs which was a part of the KFC bucket.
'There is no point in disowning them after knowing they broke your trust...'I smiled.

'Who is she by the way? Doesn't she speaks? ,' Mrs.Sharmila Reddy pointed at the beautiful girl who was my boss's girlfriend.
There was complete silence for a while. Mr.Reddy shrugged his shoulders at first.He thought for a while  and then  broke the silence by saying that she was my girlfriend.

I was flummoxed for a while. There was a 'Beta ..Mann mei laddu foota 'reaction on my face.
'Oh yeah!' I grinned and I looked at  my boss's  muse.

She smiled at me.She came close to me.Our lips locked.We kissed. There was another 'Beta,..mann mei laddoo foota' moment. I always knew she had a crush on me.But I never had the courage to propose my boss's girlfriend althought she liked me. I realized it when she smiled at me without any reason. My Boss and his Wife were looking at us.The little girl hid her face when she saw both of us voraciously kissing each other as if there was no tommorow.

'I love you baby...' She told me.This  was the third 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment in my life.
'I love you too...I wanted to tell you this since long,' I smiled.

My boss's mouth was wide open as he was surprised to see his own girlfriend betraying him.He exhibited a sharp glare at me.
'You two are so adorable,' Mrs.Reddy said.

'I assure you that Reddy will give you a good increment and a better bonus for you,' She asserted. There was the fourth 'Beta mann mei laddoo foota' moment during the span of 30 min.

She soon left the place along with her daughter.We bid her bye. My boss was angered by our gesture. He was helpless and left  place.Now I had every chance to blackmail my Boss.

So I laid the foundation of my love with my boss's secret muse at a KFC outlet in Hyderabad. I admit I am a loquacious person at times but I never thought my witty nature would get me lots of goodies in form of girlfriend,money and bonus.

Now ,I have my boss's secret muse as my own girlfriend,good appraisal,bonus,onsite trip and many more. What do you have ? :D :D



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Saturday, December 10, 2011

The Moment

The  Moment
 
'Man,She is dressed in wine red,' Ramesh Smiled.
'I saw her...Infact she was gorgeous today...is it her birthday ?,' Suresh asked him.

Its a natural phenomenon that when a guy meets a beautiful girl he rather wants to talk her. But this is the story of  two friends Suresh and Ramesh.They both fell for the same girl.One liked her and the other loved her. She was Esha,the main hearthrob for all the guys in the Office.It seemed like she was the  last beautiful girl who worked in InfoSystems India.

'No ..her birthday is on April 1,'
'Ahh,she must be a beautiful fool then..,' Suresh winked at him.

They both loved her but never had the guts to confess their love to her. But today they had decided to propose her.

'Flip the coin man,' Suresh said
'for what..' Ramesh was curious to know more.

'This is the day...lets see if its you or me...,' Suresh became serious.
'No need..I will go first,' Ramesh told.


He went close to her.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LIKE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive response,' He smiled and left.

It was Suresh's turn.
'I am a kind of person who has this unique tendency to make people laugh and I am sure I will make you smile everyday and we will cherish each moment of out life together. I am made for you. You are the most beautiful girl I've ever met on Earth..I LOVE you!' He handed her the red rose he got for her.

'Awaiting a positive respone,' He smiled and ran away.

Esha was confused about the things happening around her. She called for both of them.

'You both are awesome guys.you both have been best friends.You are too good and obviously you both are talented,'  She said.

'Yeah...we are,' The guys said in Unison.

'and its a decisive moment right now..now you guys tell me what do I do...' She added.

'One  of you Loves me and the other Likes me...thats sweet but ...' Her face turned sad

'But..whaaaattt....' They both said .

'But ...' She took a deep breath.

'Mummaaaaaa.....I won the beauty contest,' A girl of around 18 came running towards to her.

'So you still Like me Ramesh!,' Esha said.

'So you still Love me Suresh!,' Esha said and her daughter started laughing.



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Saturday, December 03, 2011

The Red Couch!


Magpie 93 – Photo provided by Magpie Tales

I walk a lonely road,
Everyday too and fro,
I work whole day and night,
With less Sleep,food,
While I walk,i see
An imaginary red couch,
That wants me to sit on it
I look at it and walk away,
I see behind ,it invites me
I toil hard in front of Computer
Writing codes and making  Sheets,
I sit on the chair,
My back aches,migraine,
Work pressure,Stress.
When I go back home,
I see the same red couch,
That wants me to sit on it,
I ignore and walk away.
This Cycle repeats and goes on,
Everyday I disappoint it,
But today I accepted it,
And sat on it with a smile,
Realized what life was like,
The first time in my life,
And it feels so great,
I look around the world,
I feel so amazed.
It teaches me to make time,
During the busy hours,
take some rest,breaks,
thats all what I desire,
Now everyday I look at it,
The Red Couch Smiles at me.


PS - I seldom write poems and I guess it was just another attempt at writing a poetry. Feedbacks are appreciated


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Friday, November 25, 2011

Andy -Mandy : Mandy & Fastrack bag

 

Finally after several years of experience, Mandy had become the Vice President of his company and he was asked to present a session on Creativity & Innovation to senior managers of leading MNC's.Andy was Mandy's PA.This was exclusively for IT companies.

Mandy - So guys welcome to the club. So how does it feels being big guns.I mean senior managers.

All- It feels awesome (in unison).


Mandy- You all are here from different organizations and today I  have been asked  to talk on Creativity & Innovations.
All - Wow! you are the  man!

Mandy - I know. I am going to find your organization with the help of your bagpacks.

Everyone looks at each others face.Andy laughs like anything and he is sure that Mandy would  goof up.

Mandy cleverly  notices the company logos and names written on each of their bags.

Mandy - Mr A (with Amdocs bag) ,you work for Amdocs right?

A - yes Sir.

Mandy - Mr. B (with Persistent bag ), you work from Persistent right?

B - oh Wow you are awesome.

Mandy - Mr. C (with AT&T bag ) , you work for AT&T right?

C - Mandy ,you are a genius man,...you are absolutely right

Mandy - Mr. D (with Fastrack bag ), you work for Fastrack right?

Andy is watching all the fun.

D - Are you nuts man,... If  I have Fastrack bag..does it means i work for Fastrack. I work for Google man.

Every one starts laughing and Mandy watches at everyone with a straight face :D



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Wednesday, November 23, 2011

Turning 24!




How does it feels when you grow up.Terrible.I would always love to be that 7 yr old kid of 1995 who always used to hold his mumma's hand wherever she went.Offcourse I was a pampered kid throughout my life.Sometimes it would give me a feeling as if I were born with a silver spoon .Throughout my childhood my life has been comfortable and I've lived like a king. Last few years have been a great learning experience for me.Staying away from home has taught me great lessons.

Training,Studying,Posting,Cribbling,Whining,Joking,Laughing,Smiling,Facebooking,Twittering and Flirting has been a constituent part of my last 2 years.By the time I turned 20,girls labelled me as the biggest 'Flirtu' ever.Thanks to the Sagitarian influence. By the time I turned 21, friends called me nerdy cause of my entrance exam preparations.By the time I turned 22, I became a serious working guy.By the time I turned 23, friends in Delhi tagged me as the Cribber,Crybaby and what not.Now that I have turned 24,I am back to my home.I am not the same Flirtu anymore.I am not the cribber nor I am the same workaholic who used to sit late night at office.

Today is my 24th birthday.Yey!!! This is the only day where my phone is busy and people flood it with numerous phone calls and texts .I'm all excited.Growing older doesn't makes you feel old. It makes you responsible.As you near mid 20's you should learn to handle things by your own and the dependency factor should not exist.You got to support your family and entertainment and fun will always come and go.Life has been fun throughout and I guess its big time to become serious.I have an unsatiable thirst for learning new things and probably I would be concentrating more on that front.I shall be hope for a big switch but that will take place only when the market situation has improved.Made and Met many new people last year and 2011 has been an awesome year till now.Returned home and I am here to stay.I'm not the same kid anymore.I am the MAN. ;)

Love to all my buddies out here.Asbah,Sandeep,Himanshu,Vinti,Dishita
Richa,Sarah Malik,Mahwish,Shreya Terra,Anukriti,Leo,Disha,PriyaJoyce and everyone out here.My thanks to my dearest bro Braj.He is the best guy I've seen since last 2 years.A sincere,honest guy who is a great friend of mine.I will always look forward for him in my life and may be knock his doors during bad times.He has got the power to provide you the best solace during the bad and the worse times.His sincerity and innocence is something which distinguishes him from the  others.This is what impresses me and makes me think of my glorious past when I used to be like him. I admire him,honour him and respect him.He is like my sibling and I feel great to have met him. Sarah Malik is another dear friend of mine, infact younger friend who has been a great buddy.Mahwish aka Mishi is my  bestest buddy here and share your problems with her and she will make you feel better.Thanks for all the love and your friendship.Please have a share of this wonderful cake.



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Monday, November 21, 2011

Haunted by Love


This is the photo prompt for Magpie Tales this week.



She haunts me in my dreams,
Every night, She knocks
my door,thinking I am
always there for her.
 

Her eyes mesmerizing,
Seductive lips and
alluring face,every night
She smiles at me.
 
Our lips lock,we
Swirl our body together.
Caressing her cheeks,I
kiss her nape.

No words to define,
her beauty what means.
Every night I close,
my eyes and dream.

She vanishes away,
Leaving me like a fish,
floundering on land, and
a bird with wings destroyed.

I want her now,
for I have been loving,
and loving life,
with and without her.

My eyes open,it hurts
the smile, disappears.
Oh Love! where are thee
Come back once again
 

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Monday, November 07, 2011

Belly Dreams , to go Flat

My last few weeks have been disastrous. October release deployment had taken a toll on my body and I could see drastic changes in my body structure. I repeat that this drastic change has been because of my affinity towards Mumbai and Pune  food. Yeah! I'm back home.Yikes! this is not good for me. I'm afraid I might look like a teddy bear someday. So I'm shocked infact was shocked  and still shocked when I utter my weight to someone. Jeez! I used to be so thin years ago.People,I'm 87 kg. For the past few weeks I've been gorging on all things which could Fly,Swim,Walk and Crawl. I'm not Satan for that matter. I'm  really shocked to know that my weight is 174 lbs. My waistline has increased to 38 from 34.All this happened in just 2 months. So I bet I must have put over 10 kg's since last 5 weeks. I am not surprised that if  I  go by this rate then some day I might look like this bear.

 
A round of Applause for my mother for cooking  delicious food items that attract my taste bud.Offcourse its her magic that casts a spell upon us. So the main culprit who is behind deforming my body structure is none other than my beloved mother.Delhi is an awesome city with some extreme harsh weather conditions. Winters are too cold and Summers are ruthless. Naturally it would be difficult for any person to get adapted to those harsh weather conditions. I did live there for over 2 years but trust me my fitness was not hampered. I was fit like anything. I never had 6 packs or 8 packs but this tummy irks me. So whom do I blame for this. I was thinking over this while I was taking bath. I was immersed in some weird thoughts and finally realized that I should take this workout plan seriously. I am afraid and scared that one day I could become a balloon.So to avert this threat I need to do something. As some say Prevention is better than Cure. So I am ready.  So talking about Delhi and Pune food. Believe me that my stay in Delhi didn't amuse me much because of my unhealthy food habits. I lately starting eating lots of junk food.As a result of this I started gaining lots of kilos. Also my happiness grew no bounds when I came to know that I was finally going home. Alas! it was indeed sad leaving Delhi. Now that my Belly has grown bigger I would sincerely like to thank all those Pigeon,Chicken,Lamb,Fish,Crab and Rabbits without whom my belly would be looking more flatter.Its these creatures who actually attracted me and transformed me into a Bhakasura (Epic Guy from Mahabharata who ate like anything). I can also be called as Kumbhakarna for my sleeping habits. I should talk about my sleep cycle too. My sleeping habits attributes to my big belly.Initially when I was in Delhi my sleep cycle would be around 6 hours. An average human being should have a sound sleep of around 8 hours. Anything below 8 hours is not acceptable. So 6 was not good.Few Scientists performed some reasearch and found out that those sleeping less than 8 hours will become fat. Strange! I didn't become fat when I was sleeping less than 6 hours. But these days I seem to be enjoying a bonus sleep hours. I am like sleeping like Kumbhakarana and I sleep for over 10 hours. Now this is indeed very bad. A lazy person sleeps and eats and never does anything constructive. I do eat and do constructive things and I am highly  productive too but I sleep a lot.One should remember that
girls like men with packed abs and not bags.There can be some exceptions too .Check this picture .Don't look at her .
 
There should be a balance between everything you do. My office is  even less than 3 km from my home.It hardly takes 4 min by walk to reach office. I'm so lazy that I get up 15 min before my work hour,brush my teeth,wear my clothes and rush to work. I take an auto for my office. Now this is height of laziness. I can't get up at 7 am. That might  sound weird for some people but sadly thats the truth. Sometimes I come to a conclusion that I should rather wear all my clothes and hit the bed so that I can go to office without any haste. But that would be shameful to do.So I'm wondering and finding out ways to get back my flat tummy.As an IT professional I would just want to say one thing that we people never care about our health.We sit in front of the terminal for over 9 hours and our body gets adjusted to the AC temperature. As we go outside our body temperature has to change to the outside temperature.So this transistion doesn't sounds good to me. There could be obvious health issues. Sitting at the same place working on codes will make you obese.These days I am seriously planning to work out but nothing is going right. I'm having a worse time at work and I have to concentrate on that too. There might be a time where my nephews might play with my belly. Bren already loves it.Now 87 is the number which I hate much these days.So could dieting could work?. Or may be some dedicated workout sessions with some trainer. May be I should go swimming. Sounds crazy. Like this I can say that 24 hours a day isn't enough for me.I demand an extra 2 hours for doing all these workouts. Its natural and  I guess 2 hours a day can do wonders to me and my body structure .I hurt myself while trying to do push ups. I'm taking this seriously and trust me one day I will be like this guy.( see picture below).
 
 Software Engineering is a field where your work is demanding.Appraisals,Performance review etc have been few factors which actually defines a person in IT industry. Your colleague works good ,so you naturally need to bring up your performance else your manager would be considering good ratings for him/her. Flexibility is a term which I purposely used in such cases. HR managers usually ask you to be flexible when it comes to work. Well does being flexible means working overtime and being devoid of worldly things.By doing this we are obviously missing our loved ones.We are missing those valuable times with them that would mean a lot to them. Offcourse just an hour or 2 with them would make them smile and imbue a feeling of joy within them. My intention here is not to preach a lesson or something. I am no saint for that matter. My whole focus area right now is my belly. Everynight I sleep i look at my belly with a hope that one day I will get rid of these extra fats. But its disappointing at times because I know everything depends on me. I work almost 12 hours a day and sometimes I work even on weekends.I am already sleep deprived. Junk foods,over sleep and other factors have contributed to my obesity. This doesn't sounds good.


Its just that I'm having terrible time at work. So lets say by next year I can get rid of this big belly (don't say beer belly for a matter of fact I don't drink :P ). So its time to walk, swim,jog, pushup,pull up and  do every damn thing on earth to get them flat. I need to bring the number down to 75 from 87.This will do good to me.So never mind girls... I shall be back with a bang very soon. So for time being enjoy this morhped picture of Twilight superstar Edward Cullen and his beer belly. So still you girls love Edward Cullen?. If yes then you should meet me ;-)

 



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Saturday, November 05, 2011

All I need is just 2 hours to get Creative & Innovative.



How simple could life get when you start using your thinking caps instead of wasting some precious time. My Company has been seriously promoting and advocating their associates to get innovative and creative.Very less people have actually taken those corporate mailers seriously.Often those mailers would go into their Deleted Items folder. But If one really has to ponder on such topics then I guess it would pay some value to his skill. My organisation has been shelling up few lakhs of amount as a gift prize for the most innovative and creative ideas that an Individual comes up with. Your skill sets doesn't needs to be improved or updated. So all these days I've been wondering I wish I had 2 extra hours to do all those stuffs.

I know I'm very much creative.Some say I call myself as a self proclaimed writer although I am in the process of writing my story book. But it takes lots of efforts to be creative and innovative. All these while I have been emphasizing on Creativity and Innovation. Why don't we think that Innovation could actually change our life. It will make the process smoother. It not only applies to Corporate Organisation but also to our daily lives. Object Oriented Programming has a concept known as 'Polymorphism' which states that there are more ways to do a same thing. Offcourse it is not the exact statement I have modified it.Well  if one thing can be done in many ways then why can't we think on those lines too.During my Personal Review Discussion my boss asked me about my contribution  in terms of Creativity,Innovation and Automation.I was completely taken aback when he asked me this question.I was simply blank and I mentioned him about the Knowledge repository website which I had created for my Team which is actually our teams training site which would benifit new joinees.It would help them get a complete glance of the Project and the System Processes. So he then gave me a wonderful example of Innovation in terms of an oil bottle.

At first there manufacturers used Glass bottle to deliver oil. Later on they innovated and worked upon it and glass bottles got replaced by plastic bottles. This got improvised and they used Packets and Sachets.This served as the best example. So I came across this contest.So What if I had 2 hours extra in a day?. I would be thinking in terms of Innovation and Creativity.Creativity offcourse makes wonders.It is said that a Creative person can actually bring smartness into work.I always learnt from my previous boss that a person should try to do smart work instead of hardwork. A manual handling work can take upto 9 hours but instead some innovation and creativity of the same work with help of some coding and automation can increase efficiency and productivity. It can reduce your time efforts by many hours.So firstly some algorithms and procedures can be written and then some high level designing and then it could be coded and properly implemented.The Oil Bottle served as the best example to illustrate Innovation.Creativity on other hand can bring life to your work.A boring day at work is not all which we would ask for.There are certain elements and groups at work which plan to bring some fun at work.This can be rated as the best outcome of Creativity. Innovation can be implemented in our daily day to day activities too. During my stay in Delhi at a friends place, I learned something new for breakfast. We used Maggi noodles and tried blending it with some other food item and it turned out to be tasty. Like wise Electric cooker,Solar cooker etc have been quite useful these days especially during the days of  increasing Gas Cylinder prices. So they can be a good alternative too. If I could list then I can produce a big long record of such examples. But sadly I thought something different while writing this. I firmly believe that I've achieved what I intended to convey the readers. But I would like to emphasize on Creativity and Innovation because they save time and improves our thinking process. If you don't think ,then you can't be a smart worker.Smart working implies Innovation and Creativity. So in either cases these two plays an important role in any individuals performance. So if I had 2 extra hours a day then I would thinking  on these lines. No matter I would be spending some time with my dear and loved ones too.


So I would love to dedicate my extra 2 hours to become Creative and Innovative. Creativity  redefines work  and Innovation enhances work. So be Creative and Innovative.
 

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Monday, October 31, 2011

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note

Sarah,Leo and the 10 Rs Note
 It was a fine sunny morning and as usual Sarah and her friend Niketa were waiting at the Mumbai Gol Building bus stop to board the bus #57 destined for Kurla.Sarah was doing her medicine. Niketa and Sarah were like two best friends since childhood. They would often address each  others as soul sisters. They would share the wildest and the deepest secrets amongst them.

"Nikku, you know I saw Leo's Inception movie for like the 38th time," Sarah was a huge fan of Titanic,Inception fame Leonardo Caprio. She would do anything to get the first show tickets of his movies. Such a die hard fan Sarah was. Sarah and Niketa were busy indulged in some discussions regarding Leo's new movie J.Edgar.

"Do you know What Nikku," Sarah grinned.
"Whaat Sarah baby," Niketa was curios to know what she was going to say.

'Leo looks hot in J.Edgar..I have already taken a printout of his movie stills and pasted it on my Bedroom walls ," Sarah smiled.

"Oh you silly girl....,' Niketa winked.

Bus#57 finally arrived. There was  one person who was keenly observing Miss Sarah from sidelines. He used to do this almost everyday but Sarah never knew him. During one such discussions, the guy overheard that Sarah is a huge fan of Leo. Since then he changed his hairstyle to that of  Jack Dawson's of Titanic. He seemed to be liking Sarah but unfortunately he didn't had enough courage to take it a step further.So he had finally decided that he will go for the goal  and try to talk to her.


Sarah and Niketa were seated at the ladies seat. He admired Sarah from behind. Everytime he would go to talk to her , Sarah would talk to Niketa about her hero Leo. Finally,the guys stop had arrived. He took a pen but sadly he didn't had any paper.He searched for  papers on his bag ,but he could only find chits which he used for his Semester exams. He took a 10 Rs note and wrote his name and phone number  on it and threw at Sarah and smiled at her. When Sarah opened that she realized that it was a  10 Rs note. Niketa had told her that this guy was observing her since long and he didn't had any paper so he wrote his number on a 10 Rs note. Sarah got furious for once and grimaced at him as he was smiling at Sarah like a shameless. Sarah threw the note behind. An Old man from behind came to Sarah and asked her if she didn't want the note and Sarah replied that it was not hers.Sarah found this act of this guy rather cheap. Even his Jack Dawson hairstyle did not suffice.



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Sunday, October 30, 2011

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan

The Ugly Truth behind the SpiderMan
 
 Peter Parker was a nerd  who lived with his Uncle Ben and Aunty May. He had hots for his neighbor Mary Jane whom he liked. He used to follow her like crazy everywhere.But he never had the courage to talk to her.They both studied in the same high school.

It was one fine morning and Peter and his classmates had visited the Genetics Laboratory as a part of their field trip. My dad who was a very brave spider was taken by these ruthless scientists who wanted to research. They started harassing us and injected chemicals into us.I can't tell how much it hurted when I saw my daddy cry and screech in pain. A tear tricked  through my eyes. My daddy had always been a role model and a hero for me. I always  wanted to  grow up like a big mighty spider just like my daddy.That was the day when Peter tried to impress his love interest. He had a crush on Mary and while following her accidentally his hands came across my daddy. It really hurt daddy very much. Daddy was so strong and this was the reason why Scientists preferred to use my dad as a part of their research and transformed him into a genetically engineered spider.My daddy got angry. Peter didn't knew that he had messed up with the greatest genetically engineered spider ever. He failed to realize that this could even changed his life forever. Daddy soon planned an Operation , a mission against Peter.It was his war against Peter Parker.

Mom,me and my little sister were closed inside a bottle along with other spiders. Mother pleaded and urged daddy not to bite him.She was afraid that these humans would kill my father. She screamed loudly but dad could not hear.Mother didn't want him to bite the handsome lad for she believed that Peter could kill my dad. Dad looked at my mom for once and glared at her. His eyes turned red with anger.He could still feel the pain as Peter hit him. Little Sister was a baby spider then and she was asleep. We never intended to wake her up. Slowly and Steadily my daddy started following Peter. Peter was following Mary Jane and my daddy was following Peter. Mary looked behind and of a sudden Peter behaved as if he was doing something constructive. Peters best friend  Harry Osborne took Mary Jane for a coffee and my daddy  used this as the best opportunity to bite Peter. He soon raged a war against Peter and bit him again and he escaped.Peter was looking at his hand where my daddy bit him. It swelled and it pained.

It was at that time my daddy screamed with joy "WITH GREAT POWERS COMES GREAT RESPONSIBILITIES". He was in a state of ecstasy.In TV they show the good side of Peter Parker.Did they ever showed how Peter took the revenge. He Smashed my father with his smelly shoes.It was blood all around. My baby sister woke up.The place turned silent.Mom was shocked and she died of an heart attack leaving me and my baby spider sissy orphans. Today there is no one to look behind us.The next day Peter Parker became muscular,strong and his reflexes  were super quick.He even emitted Web Strings. In short he became a super hero and impressed Mary Jane. Mary ditched Harry and became Peters girlfriend.Ultimately its Peter who became famous. Whom do I blame for this? I lost my parents. We were a happy family of 4 ,but Peter ruined our life. My baby Spider sister questions me about my parents. But Media is so ruthless.They had all the time to talk about Peters achievements,but no one even bothered about the Spider. I strongly condemn the use of Spider as his name. He became a Spider-Man by killing my daddy,the greatest Spider ever.

 
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Saturday, October 29, 2011

Morning Blues


In the Morning to Work today,
I saw the traffic go morose.
I wish I could move ,
in a swift,away.


The Cars,they honk a musical honk,
a headache it triggers,
in this mindboggling traffic,
slowly I drift away.


Looking at the watch go tik tok tik
i smile at  my own plight
Never again shall I be late,
the traffic that I hate.

I look at the traffic light,
waiting  for the red to go green,
never did it happened,
nor my car moved.

I honked the horns,
they all saw me go berserk,
crazy and weird,
they all  called me.

Looking at the watch go tik tok  tik,
the light showed green from red,
Lord finally heard my prayers,
The traffic moved once again.



***This has been written for Magpie Tales 88***
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Friday, October 28, 2011

Night


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The night was young.It was dark and there was no one in sight for miles as Shania walked down over the moist grasses.It rained heavily few hours ago. She was with her 3 girl friends. All of them belonged to the same class. They had to submit a project as a part of their research assignment. They say night is the time of Ghosts. But these girls never believed in Ghosts. They were adventure loving girls and embraced life to the core.

Shania,Ana,Tatiana and Natasha were the best of friends.

'Girls ,come here see I found a handsome guy lying here,' Shania alerted her friends as she walked near the river.

Some native residents of Kensington termed it as the river of death. She saw a tall guy lying.

'Water...waaaatttttt ....eeeerrr,' he was thirsty.

The girls gave him to eat and took care of him.

'Hey , What is your name? Why don't you talk?,' Tatiana said to the man.

'Are you dumb or something dude...why don't you open your mouth?,' Shania asked.

'Oh Jeez...can you please speak up,' The girls said in Unison.

'Yes...how does it feels when someone loves you and you love them..you care for them,' He spoke.

'Thats pretty much normal ...it happens when you like or admire someone..,' Tatiana said.

'Well...what if one day when you wake up and see the entire world change...people close to you left you...,' He continued.

'Oh common..whats wrong..don't be sad,' Natasha said.

'Did someone hurt you Mr....sorry We don't know your name?' Shania said.

'Tim...yes..' He said.

'Hey ..you got hots for someone Ahh!,' Tatiana winked.

'No..she was the last person in this world who loved me...you know her loss is intense...i can't imagine a life without her,' Tim said.

'Tim..you know what...such things does happens in life.You're an American ...dang..don't be emotional...you're handsome and smart..you got girls around you..you just have to pick,' Shania said with a seductive voice.

'You need to embrace life first..you won't know what will happen to you. Life is unpredictable.You need to forget her...she is gone..she won't come back..,' Natasha spoke.

Ana was silently listening to all that what was being said. She would smile but she did not speak.

'I just feel it was easy to say..but practically it is impossible," He replied.

It was already 3 am and the night sky was showing some hints of rain.

'Common, go out..meet new people and befriend them,' Ana finally spoke .

'I can't,' He said.

How often do you come across a stranger in life who shares their personal life story with you?. Life has always been an enigma. Many people play different roles in our life. Some are spectators and some play cameo in our short life. We being the protagonist knows what life means to us.

'Jerk! why cant you?,' Shania said.

'I'm dead,' He said.

And of a sudden everyones face turned pale. The place turned silent. A horror triggered on their faces. The girls could not talk nor could they do anything.

'I could not accept my Wife's loss and I shot myself near the river,'Tim said.


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Thursday, October 27, 2011

Hurting & Losing friends

Hurting & Losing friends
Sometimes life can be harsh on you.Some say that true friends do stand behind you during your worst times.I always had good set of friends since school days and many have been helpful at times. They do understand me and realize the worth of our friendship.But when it comes to missing, they do miss me at times.As very few of you might be knowing that my exile from home had cost me lots. But during my stay in Delhi ,I should seriously admit that I have never missed my friends.Since most of them are added in my facebook and many of them are in touch through Texts and emails,I seldom miss them. But out of these true lot of friends you might be having few other special ones whom you could differentiate. They are those unique friend of yours who really matters to you.


During my college days I befriended a girl from Cuttack.I would rather love to say that our thought process were similar.She was someone whom I could look forward in my life. But harsh reality is that I lost her,lost her frienship .There has not been even a single day when we hadn't talked or texted each other. This actually represents our friendship and Gtalk and Yahoo messenger have played a pivotal role in bonding us. We were like good friends and eventually good got replaced by best. Nevertheless I have got very few best friends in life and all of them are special to me. I can't afford to lose even a single one. She would share her secrets with me and rather I would do the same. There used to be an instant solution to every problem which you present to her. Such an intelligent girl she was. I discovered her in some Orkut MBA community way back in 2008. That was the time when my preparation for MBA was at its peak.She was from Commerce background and she was trying her luck at CAT too. During one discussion forum, we happen to exchange thoughts and the outcome was a friend request.It didn't really mattered who send the request but what mattered was friendship.She would crib about her preparation and would sob about her mock exam results.The maximum she could manage was 81.Initial days were quite formal. We would talk to each other frequently and all thanks to Gtalk for being a great messenger friend. My MBA preparation got hampered because of my campus call. I got selected in an IT Company through campus recruitments and my MBA preparations seemed to have diverted by then. My focus deviated.This was inevitable.2009 was a period when we seldom spoke and because of our commitment towards our goals we never spoke much. Conflicting.No,never.
Yesterday I happen to delete my mails in order to make some space in my mail box. That was the time when I discovered the existence of this person. I seemed to have forgotten this girl. My exile cost me a lot as I lost touch with many friends.I learned that we never spoke in 2010. My last call made to her was way back in July 2009.Some disgraceful events happened between us and she decided not to talk to me.I was neither convinced with this decision of hers nor I wanted to stop talking to her.I failed to realize that she would take my statements seriously.During most phases of my life,I have taken utmost care to make sure that I don't hurt any one by any means.But that day I just got mad at her. I went berserk.The end result was that I lost her.Yesterday reading those old chats made me smile. I shouldn't had read those. This made me feel nostalgic.I searched for in facebook but learned that she had blocked me. I searched for her number from my 160by2 account and texted her. She replied with 'why do you want to talk to me?' . I was helpless.I tried texting her again and again and tried to win her heart once again. She was stubborn and damn serious. I never knew if she got married or had kids. But I just realized that I had to apologise. I could be such a sinister at times. She made me realize that. It was my mistake. I really want my friend back. But some do say that its better to move on in life. Looking back doesn't pleases you.It will distract you. Often the best relationship breaks in an unusual way. Looking back hurts you and distracts you. I never intend to hurt her ever again. All I wanted to do is to apologise.I sometimes wish if it was easy to lose friends in life. But I myself have lost many dear ones.

I didn't want to say,
But you made me say.
You cried out of your own plight,
making me feel guilty
You hurted me with your words,
but when i replied back,
you ignored me.
All I want to say ,
Sorry for what happened.
Wish you luck.

Friends, why is that human heart sometimes subjected to unavoidable conditions fails to respond back rationally. If I had not hurt her she would have still been mine. Emotions do have roles in hurting others and their role is significant.You sucumb to unavoidable scenarious and you seem to be in a fix.And when the person fades away from you life, then that is the time you realize their worth and think about their importance.
I woke up one day and saw the world change.My friends disappeared and I was stranded between strangers.My circle of trust seemed to be diminishing.And I found myself lost in lonliness.period



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