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79!

Yeah… eh… Clocked 79KmpH on 22^nd June on Gorakh’s Pulsar!

The 1^st & may be the last, too!

Had fun, tried to cross that 80 mark in vain, it’s OK!

Shocking News

“That’s it boys, ur time’s up! No more power for u now onwards, go to hell” the AP Transco official said after collecting fuses from our electric meter.  We haven’t paid our electric bill for almost 4 months so his outrage is quite obvious and reasonable, I thought.

“Sir, I know u r a kind guy, please don’t do this, I will come personally and pay it within 2 days, please keep those fuses.  U know, our owner is also working in ur department, he knows us very well, he’ll tell u how good guys we are” Our Neelu almost pleaded him.

It seems his last sentence worked well, that guy stopped short on his way and looked back.

“Yeah! I know him.  He only sent me, also asked me to remind u about the room rent u’ve to pay for past the 2 months”

Even a child, playing around 10 meters away from our room, could clearly observe the shock and hopelessness in Neelu’s face at that time.

Arvind understood the situation and came forward to try his hand.

“Mmm… That’s different story sir, we will pay him once he repairs…” tried to convince him.

That guy hadn’t even looked back at Arvind, while walking down the steps.  I didn’t even dare to think of convincing him.  If he hadn’t given a shit about our Setting Master Arvind’s words, how can a commoner like me can set him up?  I looked into room thru our balcony window to see what our Chemical Vasu is doing.  Seems he is least bothered about this conversation, to say the least.

Arvind & Neelu followed that guy all the way from our 1^st floor to ground floor and till he reached the main road.  A desperate attempt to convince him seems gone down.  We have our 2^nd semester exams in a fortnight and Neelu is having some internals in this week.  With no power for the next few days, our future seemed to be so dark that even late night sky may not match.

We 3 entered the room slowly with all disappointment only to watch our Chemical Vasu sleeping happily.

“How this idiot can take a nap in this hot summer without…” Neelu stopped short watching our fan rotating in full swing.

“How r we enjoying power, man? That crazy guy had taken our fuses out…” Arvind enquired Chemical Vasu, the head of electrical department in our room.

“Who said v r depending on our lousy electric meter?  For the last 3 months, v r getting power directly from ground floor room. I changed connections a long back!” Vasu clarified as we all were in a pleasant mild shock.

 

Chemical Vasu alias Jim Carrey (our “electric” cable guy) turned our fate that summer & his heroics went well till the monsoon.  Rains poured hard, winds turned heavy… and connections became loose… one day one of our ground floor guys jumped back & fell at least 2 feet away when he tried to hook his shirt on a nail on side wall which he used to use like a hanger.  Only after 5 minutes, he came to know that the nail has given him a sweet electric shock.  Our Neelu could not stir the water in the rice he was cooking in a steel bowl which is on a small cylinder cum gas stove.  Even the bowl was giving him mild shocks.  Water gave us shock, walls gave us shock, cylinders, our rice plates, bowls, and even our door locks also tried their hand.  We survived & survived & every time after survival, tried to accustom to shocks.  But time & those cables could not survive.  One fine day, all the connections gone wrong and everyone was in dark including ground floor guys!

 

And then and only then, Vasu, his holiness, shifted all our cables to a main line in the street… an improved version of power theft!!!

 

Deadly combination!!

“Beautiful” I thought when I saw a pretty gal is walking towards me. 

Nice face, Blue jeans, Black Tee and to top all these, transparent glasses… completely my favorite combination

Can’t turn my eyes away, but for some reasons, my looks took a downward direction around 60º from horizontal axis

“What’s this?” is my instant reaction, and

“Watch it!” reaction is followed

 

I like gals… it’s OK,

Pretty gals? I love them anyway!

 

But DOGS? I hate them, yaar… there r hazar no. of NOT OKs in this subject!

 

Here, a big bully DOG is leading her…

Awesome creation with an awkward creature… deadly combination, literally!!

 

It’s like asking me to watch a bubble gum saas-bahu daily soap in some bakwas channel and write an exam on it when a live cricket match is going on in the next channel where SACHIN is playing at his blazing best!!

 

Not giving a second thought, with a small pain at heart, took a left turn before those two creatures come close. 

Just wondered whether God’s office is having a suggestion box; if something like that really exists, definitely, I would like to drop one about permanently shifting these creatures to planet Mars or not allowing them to roam with pretty creatures!!! God, do u hear me?

 

 

 

End of a Beginning

Or is it a Beginning towards (happy) End?  Or is it both of them? Oh, I’m not certain.

 

These days, when I think of my (future) life after marriage, I don’t know whether it’s going to be the end of my always-be-happy, individual & don’t-care-anything bachelorhood that begun a long back or it’s going to be the beginning of a new life with caring, loving, and sharing which are indispensable in life towards the happy end.

 

I’m not sure whether every guy may feel the same before his/her marriage.  But one thing is for sure.  Right now, I’m not the only one on this earth feeling the same.  I’ve company.

 

Seems to be more philosophical, right? I know it doesn’t suit me well… But I just thought of penning down what’s in my mind.

Acid test

1 more… it’s the 5^th one that undergone acid test in my plant… like all my earlier trousers and shirts, this blue Levi Strauss 511 also failed to pass and it all looks like a big fat rat has taken it granted for a nice yummy evening dish… when I saw the mint… sorry pant with hole for the 1^st time, I thought of slapping myself at least twice and kicking my butt thrice… but as both of them are technically impossible in practice, I thought of punishing myself by not using my wardrobe (I wonder, if it really exists) for office work… don't use ur dirty mind, it's uniform pants to office…

couple of weeks went well… but then I noticed one can’t live on earth by simply waving his hands in air all the time… we, south Indians, need to keep our hands in our pant side pockets at least some time in a day; that’s the style we follow from childhood, and we can’t help ourselves if our pants don’t have side pockets… that’s exactly what happened with my office pants… no side pockets (damn designer)… only 2 back pockets one of them occupied by my always empty wallet and the other one houses two mobiles… while sitting on chair… I feel like a beam fixed at both ends by hinges and carrying a uniform load in the middle (if u can recall strength of materials subject in engg)… due to which it got deflected by 15º angle from horizontal axis… tough to imagine if u don’t know the concept, but trust me, it’s even tougher bearing the pain… so result is again back to my regular wardrobe…

So now comes the question… why am I telling u this damn story… because… I got 6^th one today!! God blessed me!!!

APRSc

Last fortnight, we had a good time as mom, dad & prasanth stayed here in PUNE for a 10 day period.  Almost every evening, we enjoyed chatting till late night about our childhood, education, daily routines, my marriage plans etc.  Plenty of things got my attention which should have been in my blog already.

One of them is my short stint in APRSc in 8^th class.  It is one of the prestigious (at that time) schools chain in AP run by AP government.  Somehow I got selected.  The “somehow” has a specific meaning here because really I could not believe myself when I came to know about my selection as my school topper Kishore not being selected.  Obviously I was on a high.  I don’t think I walked on earth that day!!!

This was the first time (and the last time too) I got a chance to say that I’m no more second to Kishore.  We didn’t discuss about this guy, na… Kishore is our school first in academics, quiz competitions and all other activities concerned to intelligent students including that damn school pupil leader position.  I was always 2^nd and was jealous about that fact.  I hate being 2^nd.  Rads (Read as Radhika, don’t want to tell you her name, we’ll have another blog for that story) was always behind Kishore, one more reason to hate him.

 Once news was out, I became the hero.  After all, I’m the only one selected from my mandal/taluka (whatever u call).  I think, I lived up to the moment by maintaining that status.  New dresses, new shoes… what not buddy… all new… brand new… yeah he he he… Prasanth became jealous and burnt my new sandals… but who cares?!!!

One fine (can I call it fine?) morning, I joined there leaving my parents in my home town.  Oh no, I didn’t tell you na, this is a residential school, where your entire life sucks within those 4 damn walls.  1^st day is bad.  But 2^nd day is worse.  Better if we forget about other days.  I was completely down leaving my parents, friends and my jolly life over there.  Forget about gals, yaar.  Came to know that after 15 days, I may get one week holidays for home sick.  But how to survive 15days? I’ve written at least 20 letters (post cards that time) in those 15days to my parents asking (in fact pleading) them to get me out of that hell.  That is time I came to know that I can write (which can influence at least some poor people who believe in me).  1^st time I came to know about home sick phenomenon also.  Dad worked hard to take me out of that hell, I can’t forget that effort.  At last when I came out of it, I feel like ufff… bach gaya saala…

Again joined in my old school, but not like a hero… zero? I don’t think so… anyway, I don’t remember those days much… but within 2 or 3 months itself, I think, I came out of that black period, thanks to… KAVS, new entry.  Rads out Kavs in!!!

PS: We’ll have a separate blog for KAVS too…