Please keep off the wheels, ladies...

I am not being prejudiced.. but I have my reasons to believe driving is not a girls job... And last week I got one more reason to reinforce it... I saw this lady driving a Bolero. A girl with Bolero... I thought I may need to rethink my opinion about lady drivers... But then this happened. The jeep was up climbing and it has to break before a junction. There she lost the control and the vehicle started rolling back... She forgot to apply break and the jeep eventually hit an auto... Then somehow she got it started and drove off despite the auto driver was shouting behind.. Now that was smart...

If you spot a car driving very slow despite good road and no traffic, or if it is steering left and right for no apparent reason, or stop was behind the vehicle in front of it then mark it will be a lady driver and the best thing you can do is to avoid it... Follow slowly and at the very first opportunity overtake and disappear... It will not be a good idea to followed by her either... She will ramp on you at any red light...

Girls can't drive... They are too ill-wired to concentrate on traffic, road and to make quick decisions... So leave the driving part to guys only...


I have a colleague who stopped the car mid road in busy MG road, and was wondering why it stopped !!! The shouting, hoking and all made her awake and she resumed then.. Her one theory though I like.. She drives a Swift and think others will leave space only for a small car and Swift won't fit into the gap.. And if it was a Reva people will leave the gap for a car and it might not need that much!!!

Bangalore...

Hi ( if anybody reads this... ),
This time I will share what makes Bangalore so unique to me...
Its been three years here and this is what I got for you...


1) Traffic :-
This first as just a few minutes back I witnessed an accident...an overturned auto...
Just in front of me...
The auto hit a bike and then rolled over to its side.
The biker also fell, and when he stood up was shouting all his anger to the auto driver, can't you see and some other things in Kannada..
Me joined the crowd to resque with my pillion friend.
When the auto was upright everybody almost delighted to find a girl inside !!! and then was scanning her for any damage ( only damage, though she was very cute and you know... )
And when she rub her head a thousand hands came forward to help her ( not sure of my hand ).
But her boyfriend managed to do it himself...
And in that all magic moments the auto guy disappeared !!!


2) The Traffic Police...

Last week I was stopped by a traffic police near the Ayyappa temple.
It was almost started to rain and I was rushing.
Though I told I have all the papers, he insisted to check them.
Then I spot a car crossing a red light and told the police man to catch him...
You know what he said.. 'it always happen in Bangalore....'

3) Indian Coffee House

This is a place where I have my lunch.
And it is different from other coffee spots...
The crowd is different, the coffee itself is different and its like a local tea stall on footpath and an intellectual meeting place at once...
This is a coffee place where you hear people discussing about falling sensex rather than falling neckline.
It is a different place to be.
Check it at the MG road.

4) do it in next post... :)

Good Bye my friend....

Have you ever told somebody 'yaar, I know what you are going through, I understand your pain...' I think that is the silliest thing you can say... Nobody can understand somebody else's feeling, we only think what we might think, but the way they think...never... So that becomes the most meaningless words to say when we see somebody we care for in trouble...

All these thoughts came to me when I went to my friend's home last week. Normally when I go there his achan will receive me with the warmest of smile, amma will get some tea or lime juice and if his brother is there he will greet me with his trademark question about my (...). But that day things were totally opposite... He was the living doll kind of state, his father put a hand around me and told me he feels like being seperated from our 'gang', his mother totally blank and void... and his brother.... he was missing... and that was the reason why their world turned upside down...

I expected this when I went there, but never was prepared for that. When his brother told me what he is missing, achan about all the things like a friend and when I hold the hand of amma, what she told me without speaking a word... How can I ever imagine I understand their pain... what they are goign through...

All these for being a good guy, a good citizen. He was riding his bike and when the signal turned red he stopped, but the bus following him didn't.. He and his pillion friend paid for the bus driver's negligence....

When I watch a movie that he may like, listen to the songs that he used to keep as caller tunes, or see his name in my orkut friend's list, if I miss a moment, then what will be his family going through... I surely can't understnad what you guys missed... but sure he may not like you going like this.. He is smiling from above and may be teasing you for it ( you know how he will react ).... And Sajeev, may your soul rest in peace... we all miss you...

Tears and pain...

I am very down now...
Seeing all my dream world shattered away...

How can all the idols I loved and worshiped became so against me in a moment...
Why they didn't even hear my side, my heart when they need to...
I grow up before their eyes, still they don't trust me...
Don't think I am big enough to see what is right and not..
How come they ever think like I will change the self I been till date...


I am down now...
Sometime back I tagged something is loosing between my fingers.
Now I got only a few more moments to save it...
Otherwise it will loose forever claiming all my happiness...
That too because somebody didn't hear me and been so judgemental...
God....

etc....

Love...
Have you ever thought how your love affects people, or their love affects you ???
I am in a pensive mood now.
Love, in it's various moods and forms is smiling at me :D
There is only a rule for love.
That is expecting it back.
And if someone says or make you feel like his/her love is unconditional run away...
They are faking it.....

When will someone love you ???
When they find you are lovable.
And what will make them feel so ???
Something about you - they way you talk, smile or just the way you behave when you are with them, it could be anything.
Then there is a problem.
Others will expect you to be the lovable self all the time.
The expect , dream you to walk, talk, smile and think the way they want you to be.
They can't imagine you the other way.
If you ever tends to be yourself, follow what you feel like do rather forget being likable to them... then, disaster...
All the pillars of love that you dreamed of and felt yours will shake...

That is inevitable.
But what should you do in such a situation ????
Would you like to sacrifice your self to have all your love around ???
Or will you move ahead ignoring the love and affection that you enjoyed till date ????
Well, sit and talk about it...
How far it will win, I am not sure.
But the people you love needs to know you, your feelings.
You loved them for being themselves, not because they are related to you, or friendly with you or you been forced to.
So now let them understand you, be yourself and re-affirm them that they are the sweetest people you ever had and will have and you will love them forever.
Now they need to sit and reflect the situation.
Try to respect and understand you.
Then the pillars of love you will find are there intact and more strong...
Good Luck... :D

Kids again...

Hi Friends,
It's been a long while I wrote something here.
I had a quite few subjects to write about, but didn't get that 'quality' mood to write.
Today I am writing because I am damn angry and frustrated and need a way to went that out... :)



I already told my views about the kids and parent's expectations earlier.
Now I have a feeling that kids are indeed like a future investment of parents.
They not only expect the kids to take care of them in old age, but they script their life each and every step.
It is ok to guide them and teach them when the kids need it.
But even after an age, choosing everything for them, or 'guiding' them every step will be too much.
Kids need their space.
And they need to do the things and make the decisions their own.

All this thoughts came up when I heard the story of my friends.
They are in love and wanted to get married.
Boy's parents agreed ( not the instant they heard it, but after getting an idea about the girl ), but girl's parents are against them siting cast and language issues.
They were not even ready to hear what the girl has to say or know about the guy.
He is very decent, had MS from Swiss and now working in Swiss.
He is from a very well to do family and still the girl's parents are not even interested in hearing about him, if not agreeing.

Don't you now feel that parents script every moment of kid's life and wanted them always follow 'their' dreams...
And if they think themselves them they are cheaters, don't care about culture, family, values and what not...


Me, hhmmmm... always want to be parent's boy...
They wanted me to be a doctor and I am an engineer now, they wanted me to have a govt job and stay close to them, I am with an MNC in Bangalore, but deep within I also want them near me.
I make an excuse every other weekend to go home ( my manager is not happy about it though ).


So what is there between kids and parents.....

How can I stay cool...

Today I was in a bad mood..very bad mood..
It started right from morning.
I use to start by 8:45 or I will have to enjoy miserable Hosur road traffic.
Just as I was leaving home our maid came.
And I woke my roommate up so that he can keep an eye on her.
I was dusting my bike, and saw the Swacha Bangaluru lady picking up garbage from the house owner.
Remembering our garbage is a week fresh, I asked her whether she can pick our garbage too.
She turned out to know only Kannada and my little Tamil also didn't help.
I ran upstairs and found the one who was supposed to keep an eye on maid was in deep sleep.
Then my maid came to help the situation..
She knew Tamil but pretended like she didn't understand me and was talking to the SB woman.
In the end they made me pay 30 bucks to her and I (mis)understand that she will pick the garbage everyday...
Hope she will...

But that took a good half an hour of my precious time and I am on road hard to move forward.

After the Forum signal, there was a jam.
And as the Qualis in front of me moved to a side I accelerated my bike and only too late to found a dog carcass just ahead of me...
It was fresh (!) and I was too late to brake...
Thank God I didn't fell down riding over it.
But there was blood and small flesh pieces all over my shoes and jeans..
Crap..
Perfect start of the day...

And arriving office, I realised I didn't get the complete money transferred from my friend.
Though he confirmed the complete amount was sent, it was not showing in my account.
I called our "Priority Customer Relationship Manager" and she promised a call back in half an hour.
I needed to call her twice more and to my irritation she started talking to me in Hindi and add to that started using 'yaar, mein aaj ghar jaane se pehle kar doongi' and all..
I was so frustrated that I called her manager to get the status.
He said he will definitely sort it out by tomorrow morning...
He might better...


And on way back, the narrow Rest House Road was blocked.
On right side a Coke van was sorting their load and left a Kingfisher auto unloading for the pub, leaving hardly space for a Maruti...
When all the vehicles started honking ( that is special in Bangalore, even you are the last one in a signal, just as the signal turn green, you will start honking... ) the auto moved to a side and the traffic easened...


But not everything was bad either..
Today I saw a special auto...
An auto with a TV..
Can you believe it...
It was decorated by big posters of tigers and lions and Rajkumar and there was this small B&W TV for the passenger...
Nice thinking considering the traffic jams...

How many kids do one need...

Isn't it a complicated question..
And now it came to my mind because of my friend. She decided not to have kids... of course her husband also feels the same. Her view is absolutely relevant. Why do one need kid ??? Forget the biological need, family tree blah blah blah, deep inside the truth will be parents expect kids to take care of them at old age. But in this new era how far it happens ?? She married to a telugu guy ( she is a malayali ) and now settled in London. She hardly meets her parents who are now in Dubai, her only sibling is doing MS in the US and most probably will find a job there. So how far her parents expectation of children take care of them will be met... Financially they don't need support, as most of today's parents. And anything else, hard to get. And if this generation is like this, next can only be worse. So do you really need a kid....

I know people calls their children terrorist... I love kids, and the 'terrorist kids' I love to be with. They are fun, full of energy, and all their little games will bring my kiddie days back. I love living that moment. But when I think about the parents, who has to manage them 24x7... They might feel the energy reservoir as terrorist... No kidding... But for me, to have them for an hour or two, they are most adorable.... ;)

And the exercise of giving birth is also not a pleasure I think. When I saw my cousin after cesarean I got a clue. She was not weak, but was almost motionless... Terrible sight... And after all this if your kid is growing 'independent'...

Now tell me how many kids you want....

My First Experience…

Hi Netizens,
This is the first time I am writing something… So I decided it must be special and interesting - for you too. That’s why I am writing about this incident, which I never even thought will feel like this… least expected, only fantasized about and when it happened, it was like a dream come true, something to recall again and again…

It was a Thursday. And when I was returning from work, it was a messy ride. After the cruel sun, the evening turned out to be naughty. I left work half an hour early and picked my friend on the way and we went my room. The weather was changing to tougher. The wind was very strong ( thanks to my friend, if I was alone, I think it will take me and bike with it !!! ) and the sand on the road started whirling around making the ride tough ( next day I read it was the effect of a cyclone on east coast, whom the weatherman calls Nargis ). Thank God, we reached home before rain started.

But, it turned out to be dark evening. No power… No TV, net, it was difficult. I was tired, hungry and blank. I think my friend also felt the same. We sat in the dark hoping things to change…

And then it happened… I heard things happen unexpectedly will be memorable… and it really was… I have read a lot about it. And it always sounded excitement and unique. But I never thought I will live it then…

It started raining all of a sudden… I always liked rain. And it being the first rain in a long time, the scent of earth was also very tempting. I went out to enjoy it and my friend joined me. It had a soothing, cool effect. And then the unexpected happened… ice… it started raining hail…wow… my first experience ever… the sound of ice hitting the iron hand rails of the staircase is still on my ears… it was a sight ice hits the stair and bursts… My friend went a little weird… He got a helmet and tried to catch one fresh… It was hurting to catch it, but still lot of fun… it’s been a while hailstorm hit Bangalore. And when it happened it was special… became my first experience…

Backbyte...

I was enjoying dosa at the coffee house when a couple of foreigners took a seat opposite to mine. They were examining the discs they bought at Planet M. Gayathri Manthra, Music for Meditation etc.. I swallowed a bite when they took the last one out... it was Shah Rukh Khan's OM SHANTI OM !!!!