"These Guys must be crazy yaar", Asha suddenly remarked while adoring herself in the mirror.
Her roommate Priya who was busily playing Minesweeper in her laptop, turned to Asha and asked, "c’mon, ma’m wat happened..you talking about Guys suddenly??? watz the matter?"
Asha : True yaar, these guys must be crazy!! I think they do all sort of stupid things if they fall in love
Priya : aaha, Asha... what happened pa, suddenly you talking about love? who is that idiot ?
Asha : Hey keep quiet ok! Me already in anger!!. You don’t try to tease me further
Priya : hahaha, you angry? see yourself in the mirror... your drooling is quite apparent.. Tell me whoz that guy who made you talk about love all of the sudden
Asha : our next cubicle northie yaar, Vikram I mean... He is following me wherever I go
Priya (surprised) : What you mean Vikram? Hey come so many girls in our office are drooling about him.... don’t just blush ok? You shouldn’t lie too much esp when you are seeing urself in the mirror
Asha : hey come on yaar, you know, that day in FC, I went to wash my hands. All other taps were free only. But this guy purposely waited and came to the tap where I washed my hands after I went!!
Priya : hmmph.. Big deal.... This is more feebler than BSNL signal!! (shakes her head) I cant accept this as a Love signal
Asha : wait wait. Even I didn’t think it as a big issue. But yesterday no, after finished with my dinner, I missed my mobile in the desk while leaving. When I came back to pick it up, I noticed this Vikram picking up my paper towel and put in his pocket. What would you say for this?
Priya : Really??? Do u mean it
Asha : hey true yaar... thatz why I said.... these guys are all crazy.... they tend to do all sorts of stupid things for love and romance
Priya : aah..dont tell me you didn’t like that
Asha : hehe thatz a different story J .. you come with me to Food court today.. I’ll show you live action today
That afternoon........Priya and Asha dine together in the Food court. Vikram who enters the Food court at the same time, takes the seat just behind them.
Asha : Look where he is sitting
Priya : O.K O.K.. Relax
Both finish their lunch and go to wash their hand. As they return they see Vikram standing near the place where they had their lunch
Asha : Now see what he does
Priya : Wait , wait
Vikram looks here and there, after getting convinced no one is around, picks up the tumbler that was used by Asha during her lunch.
Asha : (triumphant smile) What do yaa say now?
Priya : Yep yep, Guys must be crazy only.... I will go and catch that Vikram red handedly
Asha : hey relax priya, Me feeling shy
Priya : hello this is not a murali film story to keep postponing love proposal until a railway station climax. You just wait here
Priya straightly goes to Vikram, who is quiet surprised to see her..
Vikram : Hi priya..how do u do
Priya : Dei, what are u doing da
Vikram : err..whatz the matter pri?
Priya : Watz the tumbler u are holding in ur hand
Vikram : oh this one ah? This is your friend Asha’s work. Arrey, she is so careless yaar... Whenever she goes to wash her hands in the wash basin, she leaves the tap open and let water go waste. She never disposes of the paper towel, once she is done with lunch and leaves it there itself. See even now, she doesn’t even care to keep the tumbler back in the place. How many times you expect me to keep reminding in mails as part of the Cleanliness initiative of the week. Nobody cares.. see, for being a volunteer what sort of job I have to do. Regardless of the number of posts in the bulletin about etiquette nobody cares to listen!!!
Saying this, a disgusted vikram goes to pick up the tumbler in the next desk. An apparently shocked Asha could not mutter any other words except mumbling ....
GUYS MUST BE REALLY CRAZY...........
Written by : Pauline Priya Satish (Cognizant Bangalore)
Monday, January 23, 2006
Friday, January 06, 2006
Tolstoy's Resurrection - A Review by Bipradas
The Novel Resurrection is the story of a Man and his Resurrection from life which he had lived with the believe that this is the only way to live life.
This novel portrays the struggle that a person undergoes in order to make atone for his/her past deeds. This novel portrays the change of beliefs of the protagonist and shows him the way to achieve mental satisfaction and happiness.
The novel is about a man named Nekhliudov, who is an owner of an estate and is a fun-loving person. “FUN”---the definition of this term in the-then Russia meant having fun at the expense of the ordinary people, specifically the peasants who generally were under bondage to one or other of those so called “Prince”.
The protagonist of this novel, also used to have Fun with his people and during one of those encounters with his people, he met with a girl named Katiusa, and had a forced relationship with her. This would have been a case of no consequence to Nekhliudov as he was used to have those fringe relationships as his time pass activities, but this time, his heart felt something different, something unusual happened to him and he felt that He is in Love with Katiusa.
He was struggling with himself to find out the way to approach the girl as he had done a crime against her and finally when he won the struggle with himself to approach her it is too late, the girl has left the place. Katiusa was forced to leave the place due to the deed of Nekhliudov, and had to face lot of hardship in life before being put into Jail.
The second part of the novel portrays the irony of Nekhliudov as he was one of the jury who had to give the verdict in the case against Katiusa. Again another struggle with himself, the struggle between “Big Me” and “Small Me” as according to the writer, every person has two personalities –one who thinks of others, the society and another, who thinks of own only, these two are represented by “Big Me” and “Small Me”. There is always a struggle on going between these two and whoever wins, the person is affected by that and work accordingly. For the protagonist of the novel, this time the “Big Me” won against “Small Me” as unlike the previous case where “Small Me” had overpowered “Big Me” and he had a relationship with Katiusa without her consent.
The novel ends with the Resurrection of Prince Nekhliudov as he re-discovers the teachings of Jesus on how to live life in a way which helps others, work for others, shares the smiles and pains of others. Katiusa makes the real impact to his life by refusing his love and showing him the way. Bitten by rejection from his love, Nekhliudov chooses the path of helping others, working for others and starts a new life.
This novel by Tolstoy was written in the middle part of his literary life when he has started to lean towards religious teachings, religious works and this novel has the imprints of his mentality prevalent at that part of his life. It may not be one of his classic penning, but surely this novel shows us how to live the life and how to win the struggles that a person faces everyday in life.
This novel portrays the struggle that a person undergoes in order to make atone for his/her past deeds. This novel portrays the change of beliefs of the protagonist and shows him the way to achieve mental satisfaction and happiness.
The novel is about a man named Nekhliudov, who is an owner of an estate and is a fun-loving person. “FUN”---the definition of this term in the-then Russia meant having fun at the expense of the ordinary people, specifically the peasants who generally were under bondage to one or other of those so called “Prince”.
The protagonist of this novel, also used to have Fun with his people and during one of those encounters with his people, he met with a girl named Katiusa, and had a forced relationship with her. This would have been a case of no consequence to Nekhliudov as he was used to have those fringe relationships as his time pass activities, but this time, his heart felt something different, something unusual happened to him and he felt that He is in Love with Katiusa.
He was struggling with himself to find out the way to approach the girl as he had done a crime against her and finally when he won the struggle with himself to approach her it is too late, the girl has left the place. Katiusa was forced to leave the place due to the deed of Nekhliudov, and had to face lot of hardship in life before being put into Jail.
The second part of the novel portrays the irony of Nekhliudov as he was one of the jury who had to give the verdict in the case against Katiusa. Again another struggle with himself, the struggle between “Big Me” and “Small Me” as according to the writer, every person has two personalities –one who thinks of others, the society and another, who thinks of own only, these two are represented by “Big Me” and “Small Me”. There is always a struggle on going between these two and whoever wins, the person is affected by that and work accordingly. For the protagonist of the novel, this time the “Big Me” won against “Small Me” as unlike the previous case where “Small Me” had overpowered “Big Me” and he had a relationship with Katiusa without her consent.
The novel ends with the Resurrection of Prince Nekhliudov as he re-discovers the teachings of Jesus on how to live life in a way which helps others, work for others, shares the smiles and pains of others. Katiusa makes the real impact to his life by refusing his love and showing him the way. Bitten by rejection from his love, Nekhliudov chooses the path of helping others, working for others and starts a new life.
This novel by Tolstoy was written in the middle part of his literary life when he has started to lean towards religious teachings, religious works and this novel has the imprints of his mentality prevalent at that part of his life. It may not be one of his classic penning, but surely this novel shows us how to live the life and how to win the struggles that a person faces everyday in life.
Insomnia
This was a poem i had written quite a few years back...and takes the form of my "first blog ever"......
As the sounds of the day fade into the night
The lights grow dim, not a soul in sight,
I bury my face in the pillow and sleep feign
When the well-known shadows come calling again.
Nameless faces looking out with blurred eyes
One or two i even recognise.
A dash of red, a patch of blue
Cry out from a greying mildew
Fragments of my life floating in the debris
Memories buried longing to be free.
A shiny bicycle colliding into a wall
Tears embarrasment and laughter after the fall
Bewildered after reading graffiti on a neighbour's car
Searching a clear sky for just one shooting star...
Familiar comforting smell of tobacco and musk
A soft hand with long fingers guiding me till dusk
Did i live in that red-and-blue house once?
And wasnt that music strains from my first dance?
Feelings that make you soar then make you weep
Never letting you stop to trap that elusive sleep.
Something in the darkness draws me to it
Hesitantly at first then right into the pit...
It envelops me in its greys and blacks
Pouring into the crevices and cracks.
At first i am enchanted by its mystic caress
I revel in its eternal embrace
But i become a slave to its magnetic powers
Sleep eludes me for many hours.
In vain I claw and tear at the never ending night
Eagerly wait for the dawn of the first light
As the first rays filter through the window frame
My captor grows tired of his cruel game.
Laughingly he recedes, unaware of my plight
Only to return gleefully the next night.
As the sounds of the day fade into the night
The lights grow dim, not a soul in sight,
I bury my face in the pillow and sleep feign
When the well-known shadows come calling again.
Nameless faces looking out with blurred eyes
One or two i even recognise.
A dash of red, a patch of blue
Cry out from a greying mildew
Fragments of my life floating in the debris
Memories buried longing to be free.
A shiny bicycle colliding into a wall
Tears embarrasment and laughter after the fall
Bewildered after reading graffiti on a neighbour's car
Searching a clear sky for just one shooting star...
Familiar comforting smell of tobacco and musk
A soft hand with long fingers guiding me till dusk
Did i live in that red-and-blue house once?
And wasnt that music strains from my first dance?
Feelings that make you soar then make you weep
Never letting you stop to trap that elusive sleep.
Something in the darkness draws me to it
Hesitantly at first then right into the pit...
It envelops me in its greys and blacks
Pouring into the crevices and cracks.
At first i am enchanted by its mystic caress
I revel in its eternal embrace
But i become a slave to its magnetic powers
Sleep eludes me for many hours.
In vain I claw and tear at the never ending night
Eagerly wait for the dawn of the first light
As the first rays filter through the window frame
My captor grows tired of his cruel game.
Laughingly he recedes, unaware of my plight
Only to return gleefully the next night.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Money..Money..Money – 3
(Continued from Money..Money..Money – 2)
Ridiculous!!! Exclaimed Inspector Raju. The people in the Police Lab had been able to open up the cell phone by cracking the authentication code. The phone book was wiped clean and the only call that was made to the cell was from a pay phone near Kurla (W) Station. Raju was still, leaving no stone unturned. A person making a call from a booth so early in the morning might just get noticed by the booth man. So, off he went to the booth and showed his identity card to the both owner straight away. The booth owner’s statement again took him back to square one.
In fact what the owner said was that it was not at all empty at that time of the morning as there is always a swarm of people waiting to call abroad everyday at that hour. In fact this was the only booth in the locality to have an IP phone which actually reduced the operating charge and the calling bill considerably as well. And all this meant to Raju that this time he was dealing with an extremely cunning and agile criminal mind. Apart from these, one thing that was baffling Raju was that why will someone choose to call up a cell if that caller knows that there will be no answer? May be the caller did not know that, he reasoned. But what if the caller knew this fact very well?
Anil was returning from his office. The double-decker was crossing King Circle, Matunga. Two days had already gone by. In his hand he was holding that day’s Times of India in which the police had released a sketch of the missing woman’s face in the front and side profile. In his mind, he was actually still thinking about the hour-glass figure of that woman. Suddenly, he remembered something interesting. Actually he had lied a bit to the police when he said that he had never talked with the woman.
He had done that very recently. It was four days ago he was coming back from his morning jog around 7 AM when he saw the woman coming outside and collecting her milk pouches and newspaper. She was looking at him directly while still in a half bent position. Fearing that she must have caught him peeping at her bust line, Anil had just blurted out, Jogging is good for health!! Yeah, even I sometimes plan to do so, as I am becoming a bit fat. She had smiled wickedly while saying all this. Then she had excused herself and got back in. Strange!! Anil thought, if he would not have been working late he might not have even heard the cell phone ringing in his neighboring flat. Then suddenly he understood the importance of it all and started searching for the chit containing the cell number of Ravi Raju.
Miss Chandana Sen or Ma Chandi as mocking called by her friends was also returning home like Anil. A student of Anthropology in Mumbai University, her hobby was actually solving crossword puzzles. Everyday while returning to Bandra she used to solve puzzles all the way from Churchgate. She also had looked at the picture issued by police of a missing woman with a contact number mentioned below the picture. Must be a police station in and around Ghatkopar, she guessed. Being a student of Anthropology she was actually studying the face contour of the picture and was trying to put in a regional signature on the same. Punjabi? Must be, she thought, because most of the times Punjabi women have much fuller lips. And the eyes are more oval than the eastern or western siblings. Must have been a pretty thing!! The train was entering Dadar. After the overwhelming chaos got over, she started to concentrate on her crossword once again. Suddenly she noticed that on the extreme left of the ladies’ compartment a lady was standing with her both hands clinging from the hand rests. She was dressed in blue salwar kameez. She was carrying a tote bag on her shoulder, looking thirtish. And it was the same woman as in the newspaper!! Chandana went on checking her with the picture till Matunga Road came up. As the train was slowing down Chandana had made up her mind by then.
She did not have a cell and neither had she known till when the mysterious lady is going to be on board. Her pass was only till Bandra as well, which means she will be traveling ticket less if she by any means want to keep a tab even after Bandra. In desperation, she looked around her and saw an elderly lady playing games on her Sony Ericsson. Can I make a local call from your cell please? I have left my cell at home and need to talk urgently to my parents. The trick she picked up from one of the soaps worked well and the elderly lady gave her cell. With trembling fingers Chandana started to dial the number given in the newspaper. (To be continued..)
Ridiculous!!! Exclaimed Inspector Raju. The people in the Police Lab had been able to open up the cell phone by cracking the authentication code. The phone book was wiped clean and the only call that was made to the cell was from a pay phone near Kurla (W) Station. Raju was still, leaving no stone unturned. A person making a call from a booth so early in the morning might just get noticed by the booth man. So, off he went to the booth and showed his identity card to the both owner straight away. The booth owner’s statement again took him back to square one.
In fact what the owner said was that it was not at all empty at that time of the morning as there is always a swarm of people waiting to call abroad everyday at that hour. In fact this was the only booth in the locality to have an IP phone which actually reduced the operating charge and the calling bill considerably as well. And all this meant to Raju that this time he was dealing with an extremely cunning and agile criminal mind. Apart from these, one thing that was baffling Raju was that why will someone choose to call up a cell if that caller knows that there will be no answer? May be the caller did not know that, he reasoned. But what if the caller knew this fact very well?
Anil was returning from his office. The double-decker was crossing King Circle, Matunga. Two days had already gone by. In his hand he was holding that day’s Times of India in which the police had released a sketch of the missing woman’s face in the front and side profile. In his mind, he was actually still thinking about the hour-glass figure of that woman. Suddenly, he remembered something interesting. Actually he had lied a bit to the police when he said that he had never talked with the woman.
He had done that very recently. It was four days ago he was coming back from his morning jog around 7 AM when he saw the woman coming outside and collecting her milk pouches and newspaper. She was looking at him directly while still in a half bent position. Fearing that she must have caught him peeping at her bust line, Anil had just blurted out, Jogging is good for health!! Yeah, even I sometimes plan to do so, as I am becoming a bit fat. She had smiled wickedly while saying all this. Then she had excused herself and got back in. Strange!! Anil thought, if he would not have been working late he might not have even heard the cell phone ringing in his neighboring flat. Then suddenly he understood the importance of it all and started searching for the chit containing the cell number of Ravi Raju.
Miss Chandana Sen or Ma Chandi as mocking called by her friends was also returning home like Anil. A student of Anthropology in Mumbai University, her hobby was actually solving crossword puzzles. Everyday while returning to Bandra she used to solve puzzles all the way from Churchgate. She also had looked at the picture issued by police of a missing woman with a contact number mentioned below the picture. Must be a police station in and around Ghatkopar, she guessed. Being a student of Anthropology she was actually studying the face contour of the picture and was trying to put in a regional signature on the same. Punjabi? Must be, she thought, because most of the times Punjabi women have much fuller lips. And the eyes are more oval than the eastern or western siblings. Must have been a pretty thing!! The train was entering Dadar. After the overwhelming chaos got over, she started to concentrate on her crossword once again. Suddenly she noticed that on the extreme left of the ladies’ compartment a lady was standing with her both hands clinging from the hand rests. She was dressed in blue salwar kameez. She was carrying a tote bag on her shoulder, looking thirtish. And it was the same woman as in the newspaper!! Chandana went on checking her with the picture till Matunga Road came up. As the train was slowing down Chandana had made up her mind by then.
She did not have a cell and neither had she known till when the mysterious lady is going to be on board. Her pass was only till Bandra as well, which means she will be traveling ticket less if she by any means want to keep a tab even after Bandra. In desperation, she looked around her and saw an elderly lady playing games on her Sony Ericsson. Can I make a local call from your cell please? I have left my cell at home and need to talk urgently to my parents. The trick she picked up from one of the soaps worked well and the elderly lady gave her cell. With trembling fingers Chandana started to dial the number given in the newspaper. (To be continued..)
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