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Do u drink or smoke?

2010-12-14T19:01:00.001+05:30

I've just stopped my smoking and drinking habits that I was carrying for the whole of last decade...

This is not a mean job.... But all is in the game of mind..

Almost exactly, Ten Years back, those two prodigal sons (in the disguise of celebrating and making me feel happy) insisted and pushed me to drink..

I also have fallen prey to the idea that, If I drink, then It validates that I'm free to do anything in life..

But it took ten years to learn the lessons..

Myths that I was dwelling so long...

1. Tere is no better stress buster than alcohol..

2. Alcohol gives relief for anxiety, depression and for all bad times...

3. A cocktail party is the best way to treat when u achieve something great or u reach tough targets, (nowadays, even I u walk for 50 meters, it seems a tough target)

4. Smoking and Drinking is synonymous to enjoyment

5. If your dose is small enough, then these are beneficial to health...

and so on....

Now, I really feel as if, I'm set free from the strong hands of a dangerous ghost...

My takeaway is: All the above myths are the traps, which has led me to sustain this expensive habit for so long, taking a heavy toll on my health, career, relationships as well as overall intelligence...

However, I don't say, I have underperformed or could have lived a better life in the past...

I'm a firm believer of the gita's words (don't ask me who is gita..) - "Whatever happened so long in our life has been the best possible .... '

Just that .. (let me put it in the words of Osho... )

Indulgence would teach u the lesson. But repression (control) would only come out as vengence.

I just have learnt the lessons. But it has taken 10 years.................

My point is : Beyond doubt, surrender to the fact and keep the distance against alcohol and cigarattes. I don't advise control.

Walking in Zen, Sitting in Zen

2010-07-29T22:19:00.006+05:30

One of my friends used to speak very high about Mr. Osho and his books on lifestyle. A close friend of him used to ridicule him for that. In fact, many said, Mr. Osho was a typical modern day saint, who was self centered and was having lot of fun. His books may not be adding any value and they are just time wasters.

I thought, let me have a look at it. I bought this one.

I knew Zen is a oriental word for meditation, tracendental peace, enlightment etc. I was trying to understand about them then.

As I went on reading, following myths are shattered within me... a) Zen books are boring, b) They are not fun to read. c) Ultimately a waste of time and d) Osho do not give real insights.

When most saints rely and enforce seriousness and discipline to reach god and enlightment, this fellow has chosen to give a "cool" approach to zen. I'm impressed.

Just take my verdict: "Just read on, you r no more the common man"

Note: Then after, I read few more books of Mr. Osho, But I could say, this one is the best and comprehensive (May be his master piece.).

The Invisible 'ME'

2010-02-04T12:53:00.005+05:30

Yesterday, I happened to have lunch with one of a female colleague at Office after a long time. She is impressive in all sense. Though, we have a friendly-formal relationship on the surface, there were some prejudices of the past, that kept us in distance. As I had to break the silence, I chose a vague topic. She showed her lack of interest initially. But she couldn’t control herself involving into the chat with me. Maybe my skill of conversation is too good for her or as usua l, the good natured humours had done the trick for me. By the time, we finished the lunch, I almost resolved all her grudges (even the secret ones) on me, and parted with a sweet smile on each of us.

But the whole session in the afternoon, I was simply lost in the thoughts of the conversation. I was internally happy for many reasons, viz, 1. I made her smile. She has a lovely smile. 2. I resolved the past grudges. 3. A flavour of romance was felt….. All through the second half of the day, the thoughts of the ten minute lunch surfaced just like that, and it’s a nice feeling. In the second half of the day, may be, I haven’t done my work properly in the office; may be, I wasn’t present mentally in the discussions with my boss and subordinates; may be the emails and reports delivered do not carry the due diligence of my work. But It is worth it. She is such a gorgeous beauty, a day passed on thinking about her is a great feeling and I’m not going to regret about the losses. After all, romance is the most thrilling part of the life. When you leave the world, the fond memories would be of romance and not of your boss, subordinates or your emails…..

As I started my Yoga session in the evening, the difference is felt even stronger. When I tried focussing on breath, the thoughts flew upto her involuntarily. As I continued doing the asanas, I started gaining my consciousness. After my brief 45 minutes session, I lie in savasana (the relaxed lie – down asana), for ten minutes. This is wonderful state to be, and it remains only for few minutes as the relaxation effect of contraction and expansion of muscles during yoga, remains only then. During this brief period of time, the mind experiences joy and float the thoughts in a state of bliss, meanwhile, you also feel that you are watching your own thoughts being floated by an another objective mind.

The thoughts of the lunch time appeared again, more gracefully, in a state of bliss… As these thoughts float over, my objective mind asked a question within me? Why am I (my mind is) so much indulged into that 10 minutes of my lunch time whereas, there are so many hours and minutes I have passed, which can also be hanged over…
And you know what? I got an answer immediately in a split second, somewhere deep within. And that answer is very correct, so simple, so explicit, but, would take years, or may not be realized by my logical thinking in normal state. The answer is: “I have always craved for appreciation and to be recognized as a Hero or a great personality. During the lunch time, there were instances that satisfied my craving, oops, what am I thinking!!”

The interesting part is that, the craving is not exactly romance or sex, which I was thinking as a very obvious reason. But the real reason is so different, so indirect, that I have to explain more. At a single instant, so many faulty ideologies based on which my core engine (mind) had been working for so long came to the surface. These are also commonly known as conditioning of mind, and these are beliefs developed within our mind for so long, subconsciously, in the gradual course of our life, based on the real life incidences, learnings and sufferings. And mine was: “A person has to be a hero, only when girls praise him. If a beautiful, professional looking lady praises or appreciates, it is the ultimate appreciation, no matter, how intellectual she is. As a beautiful and professional looking girl like her, was having a grudge over my personality / behaviour earlier, ‘my mind within’ was internally suffering to resolve the grudge for a long time, and it succeeded to do so, in the 10 minute lunch time.” For the normal me, it’s just a lunch time, and I had lunch during the time, with a brief chatting with my colleague. But for ‘my mind within’ (or subconscious or the real me, or I’m not the one authoritative enough to put the correct word for that), it’s a mission accomplished, which it accomplished well planned, and with great perfection. I even doubt, that ‘my mind within’ also used some telepathy and other spiritual means to accomplish this mission, because, the amount of happiness, joy, the indulgement, the sense of loss into the thoughts that I was experiencing the whole afternoon after that 10 minute lunch time is beyond my senses.

Every person have conditionings and some are good, some are bad. And these conditionings have built some ‘almost’ permanent behavioural changes within us and make us what we are, but the sad part is: We don’t know, that we don’t know about our conditionings. And in my case, even the craving to be a Hero is a conditioning, which I could admit only as an interest and not as a craving in a normal sense. These cravings, and beliefs are realized only in that ‘alpha state of mind’, that I reached after practicing the Yoga (I came to know about this interesting state of mind recently.

One of my friend had been to Thailand along with his friend for masti. He confessed me that, the day he returned, he spent the whole night on laptop updating his resume. He also said that, while he was taking sunbath in the Thailand beach, something from within, has given this thought, encouragement, motivation, a compelling will, and even the real work, updation of resume is done by that. The normal me, who had been to office for the last two years, has not updated resume, and even If I do that, it would not be as perfect as how it has turned out to be now.

This is what happens, when you occasionally enter into this alpha state of mind. Even many do that, the infamous Archimedes voicing eureka is one such incidence. And I really felt that eureka feeling, when it happened to me about the 10 minute lunch time. A good part of realizing the defect in us is, the solution is automatic. Once the subconscious understands, that this is only a belief and it’s not to be taken as authenticate or seriously, It takes the correct route automatically from that instant. Somehow I felt that.

Cheers!!

Money matters !!

2009-04-01T23:12:00.005+05:30

Many people envy upon the way, I handle my finances. Though, I'm not a die hard money maker or a materialistic fellow, in a very short period, I had managed to strike a perfect balance between expense, savings and investment. A very few knew that this wisdom did not came by birth.

My dad is a govt employee (electrical engineer) and he spends whatever he earns. Till 10 years back, the salary was hardly able to meet the expense. He had loans for house, vehicle etc. Though my mom had been responsible, all through, she didn’t had the acumen to make the money grow. She had put our education as priority and always strived to give the highest quality education for me and my two younger brothers. She gives a decent pocket money, which I used to spend on my will. I didn’t have the good habit of saving till recently.

The company called for medical examination. From Karaikudi, I took roughly around Rs. 700/- (in 2001) and left to Chennai by bus (around 9 hours of travel). The company insisted to stay for one more day in Chennai as they wanted to issue the appointment letter, immediately after the results of my medical examination that is to be received the next day.

[ I still remember that particular medical examination, - a beautiful nurse asked me to strip off my shirt in an isolated room for taking ECG readings. I was 21 then and had a great physic, thanks to the sports, I play. But I generally feel shy to strip off the shirt before any girl then. (Yeah, an instinct opposite to Salman's.... ) But the nurse insisted to strip off. my shirt. As I laid down with my bare chest, she applied a jelly cream on many places including hips, ankles, chest etc. While the scented aroma from her body was intoxicating, I was feeling tickled at the mere act of application of the jelly. She smiled on my innocence (u know, I rarely enter a hospital those days. I was experiencing ECG measurement for the first time). She studiously took the readings, and after the completion of recording, she showed the first sign of that animal instinct. She took a cotton and slowly (seducingly, pressing her vital parts against my body) wiped the cream off from my body. I was a virgin then, and was yielding to her in steps, just then, the doctor yelled for her. She gave me a smile and ran behind the sound. I got up and dressed.]

I didn't plan for staying the second day. I had very limited money to stay in a hotel. Also, I need money for returning back. The cheapest bus fare is Rs. 111/- The medical results were fantastic and I got the appointment letter for my first ever job on 28th of June (thursday). The company told my to report at Kolkata office on July 2nd (monday). I was nervous as well as excited. I had only enough money, just to reach my home. I took a town bus to go to the bus stand. I bought a ticket for Rs. 5/- and was seated in the last seat. I was mentally transported to the act of reaching kolkata, a distant and foreign place then, and the adventures waiting for me to face there.

Before the bus reached the bus stand, a couple of ticket checkers entered in to the bus and checked for tickets. When they asked me, I shoved up the crushed ticket that I was tightly holding in my fists. The ticket had become wet off my sweat and even crushed enough such that the start point and end point is indecipherable.

The ticket checker got me out of the bus and fined Rs. 50/-. I was startled as well as embarrassed by his stubbornness. If I give him that money, I wouldn't have enough to reach my home back. As he was not yielding for my innocent requests, I offered to give him my gold watch, instead of that 50 bucks. I actually handed over the watch to the ticket checker. He thought for a second and returned the watch. He spared me. oh!! That one moment, I really felt empty, a kind of a feeling that's hard to express. Even few tear bubbles appeared on my eyes. I swore myself to keep emergency cash, then onwards.

I reached home early in the morning next day. I conveyed the good news to my mom and the urgency to start my trip to kolkata. Those days, the flights were reserved for richie rich and they were not even in the sight. After a nap, I checked out for the tickets to kolkata in train (say around 9:00 AM, on friday.) Surprisingly, There were tickets available in trichy - howrah mail, that's starting at trichy (about 2 and half hrs from my home) at 3:00 PM same day.
The train reaches on sunday morning. It was around 10 AM, and I hardly had time to tell people and friends. Even my mom didn't have much time to react, (That's good in some sense, otherwise, she would have stuffed my bag with 10 kgs of eatables for me to use for next one month in Kolkata.), she just gave me a cash of Rs. 5000/- for me to survive the first month in Kolkata. I called up dad over phone in his office and left for my adventure trip from Trichy. My mom waved her hands off in tears (the typical mixed feeling, son becoming great, but going far off.) But she didn't had any clue then, that she's not going to see her son for next one and half years.......

Let me narrate my kolkata experiences later. Just after 15 days of induction in kolkata, I was posted at lucknow. The first day, I went to the lucknow factory was incidentally my birthday, and I carried dairy milk chocolates with me. The very first day, the General manager of the factory handed over the sunday classifieds and asked me to settle down at a house convinient for me. That was quite a dismay for me. A city, I haven't heard of earlier, all in the midst of strangers, a school boy has to settle himself ( I refused to accept that I've already grown up). Incidentally, I didn't know hindi too!!

I looked up to the challenge, - sometimes these are softer yet worth enough kind. I endup finding a PG accomodataion at Mahanagar, owned by a Bengali. There were a couple of guys already staying there. One is sandeep, a smart engineer working in a Geo-satelite company. The other one is Akilesh, working in SAHARA. Akilesh is short (may be 5 feet),an MBA, and had a Maruti 800 then. Akilesh was one of a kind, I haven't seen another one of the same kind yet. He drinks 3 bottles of bear a day, except thursdays and sundays. Sundays, He goes to his house and therefore, no drinking. Thursdays because he thinks that day is auspicious day in a week. Come winter, he switches over to Whiskey, that too, measured, 2 pegs a day. Everyday, before he starts his drink, he washes himself thoroughly, and prays god for 15 minutes.

In a couple of days or so, I also started giving company for his drinking. But i used to readily give the share of money, for the share I drink.I believe and has experienced, that money (taken for granted) gives great trouble to the relationships and even friends. One day, he said let's go to the pub. I didn't see any point in that, but made sure that all three are sharing the cost. Just as we were heading to the pub, he stopped the car in a beer shop. He reasoned that, we all drink a quick beer here and will head on to the pub (for drinking the two more bottles). I drink only Haywards 5000 (a brand concious fellow then), a strong beer, while others resorted to light bear. Prior to that day, I never had beer more than 2 bottles. The pink panther is the only air-conditioned pub in Gole market. We took a corner seat and was engrossed in the kick.

Next day morning, I woke up on my cot, stiff. I checked my purse immediately, It had only Rs. 10/-. The last thing what I remembered was the first glass of second beer. It was 10'O clock, and the others had gone to office. It's only around a week in my new job at lucknow factory, and I'm reaching at 11:00. Unlike offices, factories follow strict timings. In the evening, I went upto Akilesh and enquired straight about the money (Rs. 1200/-) I had. He behaved smart and gave a teaser back.

" U damn stupid, What will we do if U had drunk so much and fainted? I've paid for the beers, we drank on the beer shop. U got to pay in the bar, but U were out of senses."

"So??"

"SO what??"

It was a cheat, a planned cheating. He had paid 160 bugs for three beers in the bear shop, but he had taken 1200 for the beers we had in Pink panther.

I was taken aback, but couldn't do much. For me, it's a strange place, with strange language, and the first friend I run into has evolved as a great cheat. I argued and taken a couple of hundreds back, but that's all I could. I swore this time, to drink only on saturdays, and drink with great caution, especially with strangers.

After few months, I was really missing my bike. With one of my friend’s suggestion, I bought a Hero Honda passion, by loan from ICICI at 9% interest rate. Following me, another friend of mine bought the same bike (a loan at 16% interest rate). Interestingly his EMI is far less than mine. On discussion, with him, I came to know that the interest quoted by ICICI (9%) was actually flat rate, which actually means 24% of reducing interest rate. For a loan of 35K, I paid 5K more than my friend. Prior to that insight, I didn’t even know that interest rate is negotiable. (Even the bank advertises as “best deals” and not as “Low interest rates”. ) I resolved myself to understand more about interest rates, and the way they are calculated.

Soon after, I took loans after bargaining for the lowest possible reduced interest rate. Surprisingly, ICICI gives the lowest rate also.

[ Typical conversation goes like this:

Razigan: What’s the interest rate?

ICICI rep: 9% interest rate and not negotiable.

Razigan: Flat or reducing??

ICICI rep: the EMI is this much. It is very low for such a kind of loan.

Razigan: Flat or reducing??

ICICI rep: !! flat…..

Razigan: That means 24% reducing…… I’m getting 14% reducing at UTI. Thank you.

As I move,

ICICI rep: that is not possible sir. They cannot give so low…..

Razigan: Thank u!!

ICICI rep: OK, wait a minute, let me speak to my Boss and get back to u……..

After few seconds, My boss have agreed to give u 14.5%.

Razigan: Why should I give u 0.5% more, actually unless u give 0.5% less, I’m going to UTI.

……… ]

So, I’ve become smart in taking loans, but yet, at any point of time, I was paying a handsome amount of money as EMI for every silly reason.

With time, my salary was going high. I was looking for good tax savers. Mutual funds were the fastest (3 yrs lock in period). I locked the money in Mutual funds. Soon I have grown greedy about earning money from stocks. I put a bit more of sense in stock market. At times, I used to pay three EMIs, and also invest money in stocks.

I know there was a lack of clarity in my understanding. Though I was having lot of investments, my networth was always negative (i.e., Outstanding loans are more than my assets). I looked out for understanding investments, savings and loans……, I picked the best seller book, “RICH DAD POOR DAD” from Roberto Kiyolski. That book became the starting point of my financial acumen.

All through my life, I had never been stingy. I live the life and strive to live the life with colors, with a subtle effect for money and what money can buy. It had been fantastic yet.

Four years from the day, I took the book, here I’m – A millionaire.

Survival instincts

2009-03-02T14:31:00.008+05:30

It was the eve of diwali (festival of lights and crackers). I was only 11 then. Our home was situated in Pasumalai (a hill near madurai, Tamilnadu), as a part of state electricity board quarters. I set off on a ride on the bicyle that my uncle has parked on my house. I was just learning to ride the big size cycle then. Twenty metres from my house, the connecting road slopes down at 45 degrees for hundred meters. Then it takes a sharp and flat left turn (failing which it leads to free fall of twenty meters). Then again a slopy right turn (about 20 degrees) follows for another fifty meters to reach the ground level. As I pedaled the cycle through the slope, the cycle picked up good speed. Suddenly, when I tried to have the speed in control, I noticed that the break was missing. I didn’t have much to think anything else. I somehow succeeded in turning the first turn. But the second one was very sharp and there was a big speed breaker which toppled the cycle in a second. I fell flat on the road with chest rubbing down the slope of the road. My uncle and my dad rushed to me and admitted in the nearby hospital. Everybody there ignored the failure of break and was scolding me for riding the big size bicycle. I was feeling a burning sensation allover the body. The whole front part of my body had bruises, even the skin got peeled off at many places. (Forehead chest, stomach, thighs, knees etc.). The doctor applied medicine all over, and dressed with white bandage. On the day of diwali, I couldn’t even fire a single cracker. All of my friends and brothers were dancing, and feasting while I was crimping at one corner of the house like a specimen in a medical hospital. But the point to be noted is: As an amateur driver of the cycle, driving at high speed from the hill top without having breaks, I was very much vulnerable to death against any vehicle that could appear on front. Fortunately, no other vehicle was on the road when the whole incident was happening.

That was not the first time. Earlier (say six months back), Me, aravind (naughty neighbour) and karthik (my younger brother by 5 years) got in to a government van that was standing idle at the slope, in gear. Aravind and me were playing with the steering wheel, while karthik was on the back side of the van, sitting cool and composed. Suddenly, the van started to move in the downward slope. (the gear has fallen to neutral, when we were playing in the driver’s seat). The slope leads to a twenty metre deep valley, which could easily take our lives. We shouted, tried pressing the pedals at the bottom, one by one first, then all together, but in vain. We were so small and ignorant, we couldn’t stop the vehicle. Just when the van was about to fall, it stopped. We held our breadth and got out of the vehicle and ran away. My dad and the driver searched and finally caught hold of us. The vehicle had stopped by hitting on a mile stone on the rear wheel. Thank god, milestones have other benefits too. But when we were enquired, both me and aravind instinctly blamed karthick (taking advantage of the age) for getting the van move on the road.

During college days, I drove an old and abandoned bike (Yamaha RXG 135) of my uncle. That vehicle drinks a litre of petrol for every fifteen kilometers and roars a sound equivalent to a Jetliner. Close to midnight, Godfrey, prabhakar, 6 other friends and me were returning from the bear bar in three bikes. We had just a bottle of bear each, but that was enough to give the cloudy effect. The college road is a straight, smooth two lane road for 5 KMs. At the end of the road, is the infamous Allagappa University and the college of arts and science. As our campus is on the left side of the alagappa college, we have to take a sharp left turn at the end of college road. Godfrey had Vespa Select, prabhakar had his Honda splendor and my Yamaha – 3 persons in each vehicle, was driving steadily till we touched the college road. Knowing the road conditions, suddenly God (as we call Godfrey) picked up his speed in the scooter beyond 80 kmph. A strong vibe took control of me. “How can a scooter lead YAMAHA RXG 135?” I too gave my accelerators a full throttle. As the competition picked up, all the three bikes were riding at the maximum speed designed for them. The speedometer needle of my bike touched 140 Kmph once and become defunct. The needle went back to zero. But the bike was racing with huge sounds and throwing away black soot from the condenser. In a jiffy, the end of college road appeared. We got to turn left. The two other bikes by then accepted the defeat and reduced their speed. The bear and the winning spirit in me had taken a few seconds more to reduce the speed, and by then the left turn was very close. I pressed the brake strongly and the bike started skidding. At a high speed, the bike took a higher radius of turn and moved across to the right side, just in front of a Government bus horning (sound) and beaming (headlights) heavily against us. I thought we are finished. As my legs were very firm on the breaks, the bike continued skidding and it somehow crossed the complete width of the bus. The bus went ahead of us in less than a inch gap from my forehead. The bike went on skidding and landed up in the 2 feet dry and deep drain on the side of the road. My headlights broke popping as the bike fall vertically in to the drain with the load of three people. All the three of us escaped with a minor scratch on the knee. All these happened in a much shorter time, like a fast forward action of English movie. I still remember that night afresh and consider that night as the first night for my second chance to live.

As we got up, I saw my petrol tank was empty. (at high speed, this damn bike has consumed one litre of petrol for just 5KMs). There was a burning smell all over my bike. We rolled down the bike back to college.

Even after the incident, my style of riding bike did not change. I drive at the maximum speed possible, frequently changing the gears, and showing off a great control on the bike. Many juniors from my college got inspired of my driving and tried to imitate my style. Many well-wishers used to advice me to drive slow. I really didn’t mind them, because I had enough control on driving even at that high speed. Only the courageous and daring people preferred to sit at my back while was driving.

I thought “The best driver in the world is to drive at a very high speed and at good control”, as we seen in the movies etc. Recently, may be a three years back, my attitude towards biking changed once for all.

While I was going for an evening walk with my pregnant (3 months) wife, we were discussing about the cute baby boy and his future etc. I noticed a biker coming close to us at high speed. From his face, I understood he is in complete control and he is coming so close, only to take a right turn for the gully. But my wife didn’t. She was afraid as if he is going to hit her and the baby. As he came close and took the turn, my wife felt a big shock and fainted. Fifteen days later, the baby boy (my first son) was taken out dead from her body. I’m not very sure, whether the bike incident was the reason for my son’s death, but I’m sure that the biker has made my wife to faint. I have been driving more rash and close than him, but I haven’t realized the impact of the fear and trauma felt by the people. From there on, I have considerably reduced my driving speed.

Even after, in one of those hot days, my clutch wire tore into pieces while changing gear in a busy road. It didn’t run into any major accident thanks to the slow speed. I wonder, in a decade of biking, I had only one sudden malfunction (other than tyre punctures) of the seven hundred and fifty spare parts used to make a bike. Nowadays, I ride only in 30s and 40s (KMPH).

My well wishers had been telling the same thing to me. Sometimes, we are influenced so much by some other factors and we tend to overlook the obvious. And, life takes its course and makes us realize the obvious. I’m taking pain to describe all these; just because of an accident happened last week. He is my colleague and had a severe accident fracturing one of his legs driving at high speed. Hope he change his course atleast from now on.

Thinking of the accidents, I recalled two more incidents………….

1. Another night at my college, I was heading to my home from hostel. My bike did not had the headlight, but I managed to drive slow and steady (around 40KMPH speed). From a distance, I saw a fellow crossing the road with his bicycle. I reduced the speed to let him cross the road. As I came closer and felt that he should have been crossed, I again accelerated the bike, only to hit his cycle at the rear end. The cycle toppled down and the fellow fell down. I stopped my vehicle and went to help him. Oh no!!, he was a police constable. As I was about to run from the place, he promptly caught hold of me, and took me to the police station (I had hit him just before the police station). He allowed me to go out only on the next day morning after grabbing the 300 bucks I had. The whole night I was in the police station (most of the time witnessing other interesting cases…) – What a shame!!!

2. It was Valentine’s Day. That was the final year, and we decided to see a movie with all the college students. We organized the event, and arranged two vans to go to the movie. I and some more friends resort to our motorcycles (we always demonstrated heroism for no reason). While we were returning from the movie, I tried to overtake one of the vans. Girls seated inside got excited, shouted and waved their hands seeing me in the bike. I too waved my hands back, just to hit directly over another bike, who abruptly stopped the bike in the road just in front of me. I didn’t get enough time to react as I was curiously waving hands to the girls seated on the van. Actually getting in to accident is not a problem, but having it when the girls have your eyes on you is a serious problem. As I came to the senses, I saw my bike broken in many parts. We just dropped those broken parts to the nearby mechanic shop, and reached the college before the Van reached the college in another (friend’s) bike. When the Van entered the college, I stood there welcoming (hiding the bruises at the elbow) them. The girls were happy seeing me alright.

An another perspective, This is only a potential accident.

7 Habits of highly effective people

2009-01-29T21:23:00.004+05:30

One of my well-wishers gifted this book, about seven years back. This was one of the most boring books, I have ever read. This book was written by Mr. Stephen covey in his sixties, targeting the audience belonging to 30s & 40s. Many examples cited in this book are about family and children, exactly converse to my life style then - a hardcore bachelor. At every page, I had to spend atleast 15 to 20 minutes to understand and analyze what's written and how's that related to my life. All the seven habits, this book is speaking about, is given in the contents page itself, that too in plain English. Then, why should I read this book from page to page. They don’t even sound great. I thought most of the habits listed in the contents were already with me. And rest of them I can practice anytime. Actually I haven't read the book till recently.

Oh!!, I had greatly misunderstood about this book.

This book does have the seven great secrets, (hidden in that esoteric literature). These are sure-shot means to success. I'm not speaking about hard work, honesty, patience etc here; - these are much simpler than those. Few time tested tactics. Honestly speaking, I felt a feeling similar to that of reaching the 15th floor by lift, while everybody else is walking up through the stairs. But merely reading a list of these secrets or getting it known from somebody is not going to help. You got to understand, analyze, and inculcate those secrets in your lifestyle, which eventually let you reap the fruits.

Ok, if that is so, everybody who have succeeded in life, must have had those habits?? Actually, I don’t know.

But I know, - “Whoever had these habits, had definitely succeeded in life.”

Best of luck (to read the book, hope u don’t take so many years).

The Making of my son

2009-01-23T15:06:00.005+05:30

I bought the first pack of KS condom, after 3 days of marriage. We carried out all kind of sexual experimentations, (referring books and internet). Our regular routine in the evening is to go for a long walk around the boothnath market, chatting, flirting and sharing each other about our pre-marriage life. We discussed about school days, friends, crushes, tastes, errands, cinema, sexual know-hows and the achievements. She was going through her first ever winter at North India. The jackets, woolens etc, etc are making her cozy as well as lazy. When she appears in the early morning fog, she looks even more beautiful, with her libs shaking in chill. We used to relish the Sundays. After having a brief breakfast around 9, our rounds of making love start (generally 5 times at different places). We used to have the lunch (An one by two clear soup, Keema parata and chicken masala) at Indranagar Royal café. The hazratganj visit after the afternoon nap completes the day. Occasionally she used to give an annoying look when I stare at other girls. She had developed a bit of complex on the fair and pinkish complexion of lucknow girls. My wife is a kind of fair on the medium side (the colour of the skin of actor priyanka chopra. Oh, she resembles her by physic also.)

On the republic day, we visited the bulbulaiah (the gigantic maze) of Bada Imambara. As I have already visited the place many times, I knew the cheat code. But it was compulsory to take a tourist guide for a couple. I really regret to miss an opportunity to show her, how I solve the maze and also to spend 150 bugs on the guide even after knowing in and out of the maze. We end the day with dinner (Parata, seekh kabab and tandoor chicken) in Naushijaan. My wife confessed that, this was the best food, she ever had.
She had not been that innocent as she looks like. She narrated the escapade to the nearby theater from school. She had signed her dad’s in Progress report. The girls’ hostel code words were really amusing. The bizarre nick names for their teachers and the gully boys who sneak around. We had a great time together enjoying each other’s company.
We were in a flow - flirting with each other. A time came, that I committed the major blunder, may be of my life. I disclosed about the relationship with my girlfriend. She had been smiling all along and gave her views too. But after two days, she showed her first signs of retaliation. She had read all the SMS in my cellphone (though I’ve deleted most of them), and started asking intriguing questions about her. I perceived a cocktail of absolute possessiveness, insane suspicion, and a sense of being decieved from her behavior, though, not candid.
A few days later, I don’t know why,… my x-girlfriend called up once. Incidentally, my wife was just on my side and noted the call. I briefly answered “I’m fine, how r u, fine. Will speak later” and closed the call. This is enough for my wife to kindle a big fight. The romance between us took a big turn. The clash lasted for a week, characterized and influenced by a brief interruption by her mom on phone. After lot of assurances from my side, the issue subsided.

After a month or so, my wife insisted to have a baby. I asked her to be patient for atleast 6 more months. Let’s enjoy this (couple) life for some more time before getting into a family. She started pestering without giving any proper logic. Later I realized that the base is her mother. Her mother had known that we are using condom and had propelled her daughter to stop using condoms. (Her perception is such : a baby boy would bring peace, love and harmony in the family, resisting the split of the couple, atleast for 3 to 4 years. Then, get another baby. Beyond that it’s ethics for the family to remain in peace and harmony.) I still resisted.

For everybody’s great surprise, my wife promptly got pregnant. She didn’t get the periods. OH!!!!!!!!!! , The first three days without condoms had already been working against my plans. I resolved myself and started caring my pregnant wife. But somehow, the pregnancy did not last. She had miscarriage. The three month old dead baby boy was taken out from her body and disposed. Both me and my wife were a bit traumatized of the condition, but not for long. We got to know that miscarriage in first pregnancy is not uncommon.

After the incident, I promptly started using the condom from the first day. I got the doctor’s view in my favour. She had asked us to defer the next child atleast for three months, so that, my wife can regain the health and have the capacity to hold the next child. It was really difficult to keep her mom shut for 3 months. Fourth month, condoms stopped, my wife is pregnant again. It’s a real wonder. Many people in this world crimp about child, while we are getting a baby, the moment we stopped using condoms.

This time we were literally careful. I practiced celibacy for the health of my child. I read pregnancy related books and child care. I gave the best of food, fruits and the best of comfort to my wife. My wife and her family were really pleased by the way, I took care of them. I myself had wondered about the recent developments in my sense of responsibility.

Meanwhile, I was transferred from the plant to R&D. Though Kolkata is a busy metropolitan, we were not used to the city then. We enquired and landed up in BCD hospital for the regular checkup with gynecologist. It was 7 months, and my wife typically looks like a cute doll. The doctor came up with another breath taking report. He reported ‘placenta previa’. (The placenta is the feeding tube joining the navel of child and mother). In this particular case, the placenta had occupied the exit point for the child. This will cause rapture of the tube, when the child is moving towards exit, resulting in death of either the mother or the child, if the case is not attended within 4 hours of rapture. The safer option is to operate and take the child out before the rapture of the tube, and keep the child in artificial incubation. That too, can be done only after eight and half months of pregnancy.

The doctor also denied any kind of travel either by train or air, which may aggravate the issue. This was completely against our plans. We had decided to have the delivery at home town amidst her well-wishers who speaking mother tongue. That’s our tradition too.

Kolkata had very few hospitals that have the incubation facility. The best one is bhagirathi hospital at Park street. However, I could not reserve there, as that will take one hour to reach from my home in normal times. A traffic jam or a rain can kill either my wife or child on the way. The nearest one was woodlands – 20 minutes from my flat. As I checked out the tariff, they were really expensive. I got to give 5 months of my salary for booking the incubation setup for 2 months, another one month salary for the operation and may be another one month salary for the miscellaneous expenses. But I had no choice.

I took my wife to woodlands, for the local doctor to check and recommend for the booking. Thankfully, a tamilian gynecologist Mrs. Rajalakshmi addressed my wife. This has lessoned most of the worries. (Because, it was very likely that the nurse or doctor might tell something in Hindi, or Bengali during the operation for which my wife doesn’t know ABCD and may result in some other disaster.) The doctor assessed situation and recommended for booking. She also told us to come and meet her every 15 days from there on. I reserved the bed for 3000 bugs in the hospital. In another couple of meetings, the doctor reported some distinct improvement in pregnancy and also said that she can be carried through a flight to Chennai, providing arrangement in a hospital very near to airport, in case of emergency. She gave a certificate and we landed smoothly through spicejet.

The plan is to meet my parents in Thiruvannamalai (4 hrs from Chennai) and have a brief function (valaikappu) and head on to madurai (her home town, 10 hrs from chennai) through a hired land cruiser. The function was grand. Many of mine and her relatives have dropped in. One of them was my dearest friend (he is also my cousin) Pems. Pems is the short name, I have kept for him. I used to admire him for his rich practical experience yet a completely composed person. At 27, he had started and closed two businesses – one in computers sales and training, another in borewell. He is an electrical engineer by education, but knows and does all sorts of projects. He has surprised us many times in making expert models (engineering). He is one of those rare real life heroes, who have saved two children from drowning at a time. Every time, I learn something from him, he reaches to another level. He is also a gadget freak. You can see his room filled with lots of gadgets, some may be required only when we land on moon. Unlike me, he is an introvert. He has very few friends and I’m one of them. The only bad thing I can think of him is that : ‘ He hate books. He seldom reads. It was a marathon effort for him to get his degree after 8 or 10 arrears. He believes only on practical understanding. ’

I was glad to see him after a long time in the function. We chatted for almost the whole day sharing our experiences. My wife somehow does not like the closeness between us. I don’t know why. Shouldn’t I have a good friend after marriage? She had and even now, tries to pin point some or other problems with him. She even had candidly complained that he is a selfish person. Once, her mother also has behaved the same way. I have dismissed them all, because our 20 years old friendship is beyond perceptions. From the age 6 or 7, we know each other very well.

After the function, everybody started to leave. My plan is to return back to kolkata from there. My wife along with her mom and dad will set on to Madurai in the landcruiser. While Pems was about to leave, I stopped him and suggested to go along with my wife (as his place is very close to Madurai). My wife was furious about this move. She even called me alone and demanded to let Pems go separately. I overruled. (I don’t know why, may be because I’ve already told Pems.)
As I reached Kolkata safely, I came to know that, their travel to madurai was not easy. In the midnight, in the mid way, the driver fell sick. He was continuously vomiting and couldn’t drive anymore. My mother-in-law has confessed that they were really frightened by the darkness and the condition of the driver. Her dad does not know how to drive. Then What next? Pems had taken the charge. He has parked the driver on the back, and drove the vehicle for 6 hours from there. My mother in law also has confessed that If Pems had not been there, they would have been in a deep trouble. She even suggested giving a gift in gold for his timely help in return. Though I readily accepted for the idea, you know what was running on my mind.

A fortnight later, I got a phone call, that I’ve become a father for the first time ever. I reached madurai, through the next flight to see the infant still under making. Closed eyes, tiny limbs, pinkish white skin softer than the softest thing in the world, he fitted well when I joined both the fists of mine and took him over. He greeted me with a smile without opening eyes. My thoughts were hovering on the fact that, “a baby boy is born out of me (Ok, my semen) and it’s a new beginning for the world to watch. – A wonder of wonders”

My wife still proudly claims, “He is a perfect Indian - conceived in Lucknow, cared in kolkata, born in Madurai, and being grown in Mumbai.”

The mesmerizing beauty........

2008-12-29T17:15:00.019+05:30

When I saw her for the first time, my eyes twinkled. I felt "Oh!!!, what a beauty she is..." Have I ever seen a beauty like her's earlier? The chubby cheeks, mesmerizing eyes, the voluminous lips, the rosy pink colour skin, a delicate well proportioned physic having a smile to die for.

I instantly fell in love. (May be that is not called Love, but that is what I believed then). She hovered over my dreams. She accepted my proposal in two further well-planned meetings. She even confessed that she also had felt the same way about me, as I felt about her. I was happy.

As our relationship grew, some of her basic traits started intriguing me. She spoke lot of lies. She rarely keeps her promises. We started getting in to tiny fights. I sometimes felt that she uses sympathy as the most important tool of her life. We managed to enjoy sex for some time but that too didn't last long. She was laziest to the core. Had did nothing in her life so far, other than chatting and day dreaming. I'm simply not impressed by her. After some time, I really started to feel her beauty fading.

I also had experienced the viceversa. Every time, I met this lady (whom I initially thought was average in beauty), grew more beautiful.

Sometimes, I even got convinced that this actor is beautiful, whom I rejected on her first film and viceversa.

Somehow, I felt that the definition for beauty is not stable with time or doesn't seem to get universally applied.

In a boring TV show, Indian Glam doll - Katrina kaif was mentioning about her early days in the Cine field. She thanked the hero Akshay for taking risks by accepting her in lead role for many (flop) films. It also reminded me, that she had acted as an item girl (a sycophant) in the film ‘Boom’ for the villain. She had literally struggled to enter the bollywood for a small that too an exposing role.

In another similar show, the x-lover of Priety Zinta appeared on screen and confessed that he had rejected her, when she proposed the love for him. The crème de la crème actor of India was initially rejected by a road side romeo…….. How come this could happen; couldn’t he recognize the beauty in her, that billions of people admired later.

I had seen the same trend with male heroes too. Rajnikanth was a celebrated Villain and took years for the transition to happen as a mass accepted hero. Suddenly, people started to speak about a special charm in his face, which was invisible before.

The same analogy applies to Hollywood also. I tried to deliberate this thought…… Why does beauty so elusive?

I read somewhere that "Beauty is in the beholder's eyes"... OK, that explains why the lady in this picture is beautiful for Africans. But, yet - there is something beyond this sentence that had to explain "the reasoning of mass recognition for a specific beauty"

But there are some similarities of these filmy icons that can be considered as a base for our argument. Males (as I understand) primarily become popular or known for their basic masculine traits that are sought by females. For Example, Jackie Chan, the short fellow, with the unusual walking style. The history says, he had initiated his acting as a fighter. And when opportunity knocked, he grabbed the lead role owing to his unique kung fu skills. Without his background, can anybody accept him as a Smart hero?

There is no doubt that, Fighting is predominantly a masculine trait that is sought by the females for their protection. Though the initial impression was a fighter, later whatever he wear, he does, has become a style. People accepted his hairstyle as beauty and started imitating. People looking similar to him are also considered as beauty, even if they don’t have the primary skills to fight. Let's term them as 'concurrent attributes'. To say in Short, "The concurrent attributes of an inherently potential personality that is successfully exhibited, are recognised as beauty"

When all the matrimonials of India started demanding fair girls, and when the multinational corporates are minting millions of dollars out of 'fair & lovely' and other fairness products, how come dark skined beauties like Naomi Campbell, Bipasha bashu, beyonce, Mallika sherawat exist?. All of them have emerged from their basic feminine traits that are sought by males. For example, Naomi Campbell is initially known to be a singer and dancer, before the masses accepted her as a supermodel. Later, people looking similar to her are also considered as beauty, even if they don’t have the primary skills to dance or sing.

Let's list down the traits of the beauty: Feminine
1. Intelligent but innocent
2. Vulnerable
3. Character
4. Dancing queen
5. Singing queen
6. Sensual to sex
7. No anamolies in physic (like wounds, handicapped etc)
8. loved
9. respected
10. Younger

May be some more, but my argument is that " A lady portraying a character having a combination of above traits will eventually look beautiful for sure". Things like long face, big eyes, height, weight etc does not matter.

I think U can generate a list for men, too???

To further strengthen my point, I would like to add, "Sex with such an inherent potential personality had been more satisfying and permanent than with the percieved personality (thanks to the concurrent attributes.)"

Hope U accept my point........

Oh my GOD ('Om Namah Shivaya")

2008-11-27T15:37:00.007+05:30

Contrary to the paradigm the title creates, I don’t pray God generally. I’m not an atheist either. I’m told and probably I believe there is a super power. Having exposed to Hinduism, I resolved Lord Siva is the most fascinating and deserves the highest degree of reverence as scripted in the stories and serials. I don’t remember, I ever have set myself and went for a temple, but I used to accompany with dad or mom or friends or with my wife, that too once in a year or so. I have always enjoyed the reverent atmosphere, clean and homely girls, etc during the visits. When others pray, I simply thank God for the splendid and superb life, I got. At some really difficult times (very rarely, may be once in 4 or 5 years), a kind of resolution appears from the depth of my soul, to pray God. When I do so, I do it in solitude, in serenity, with sincerity and it lasts for about 30 seconds.

On Mappillai azhaippu (the ritual on the eve of my wedding), my dad brought a ceremonial crown and proudly fitted on my head. Suddenly, the grandma of bride appeared in the scene and grabbed the crown from my head. A big argument opened up between the bride side and groom side. I was witnessing and just before me, the insane and sheer chauvinism of the crowd had let them speak some unnecessary dialogues leading to a declaration from one of the elderly to cancel the wedding. I stepped in and announced to calm down, nullified the declaration of the elderly, justifying with the statement “We are writing a history by canceling a wedding on the basis of a cap worn by the groom, If so, somebody else will start canceling on the basis of vests and briefs too”

The sixth sense was brought in by some key personnel and the wedding rituals continued. Just at the thali kattum stage (the defining moment of wedding), I saw the face of the bride in close. She was crying and literally crying. She used to have a natural smiling face on both the times I met her before wedding. I calmly enquired her and she stammeringly replied that she is not interested in the wedding. That was a shock of my life. 200 relatives and 50 friends whom I ever know and I ever cared about are going to witness the cancellation of my wedding, rather, the rejection of the groom by this bride. For a moment I was stolen by the thoughts of consequences.

I took a public permission and took her alone to a room and discussed. What I could arrive at is “The rustic behavior of my parents during the Cap - Ego fight and few more prejudices” has compelled her to take this decision. Now the problem is simpler, much simpler to be a lover of some body else or anything that is beyond my control to resolve. I displayed my talent to convince her and succeeded. SOMEHOW, I got married.

My first night started with a blank note from my beautiful wife – “I need to speak”. She laid down some series of conditions – thrusting on her liberty to live on her style. I behaved gentle till I understood (at 2:00 AM) that her behavior is an emotional, involuntary reaction due to the nervousness and panic of being with a stranger (may be notorious) ready to screw her up. I slowly unbuttoned my shirt and gently moved my fingers over her exposed hips in between her blouse and the light green colour saree. She gave up to the seduction and the kamasutra took over the scene.
Just after 5 hours, we packed and got ready for the journey to Thiruvannamalai, the place where my mom and dad resides, about 12 hours in the van during normal times. But due to the historical down pour during the last week in this part of world, the roads are damaged and might take 15 to 18 hours to reach the destination. Incidentally, today is “the day of Karthigai Deepam”, that thiruvannamalai is infamous for. It is one of the most reverent and fascinating ritual for Hindu tamilians. Not less than a tenth of a million people gather and opt for Girivalam (14 KM walk around the temple and the hill, as seen in the picture) in that small town to celebrate the function. It is an once in a year affair.
The bizarre thoughts of the day before, were going through my mind. As the van started, the kids started playing. My wife’s brother along with some of the aunts settled in the last seat. I was in the middle seat along with my wife adequately adorned with a kg of gold, silently seated by my side near the window. The look in her face somehow made me to understand, “U cheat, How the hell had u managed to seduce me yesterday….” My parents were just sitting opposite to us, and the mood was fun. As usual, I amazed the people around with my jokes and pranks. As the time pass by, slowly the crowd started to doze off. My wife for the first time, rested on my shoulders with her six senses. I smiled and slowly started a conversation (kadalai) with her.
Even at 20, she was childish, innocent, a kind of sensitive but of kind and understanding nature. I liked and admired the diversity of her nature. Moreover, she is really cute and beautiful.

We were just 25 minutes from the destination (which is full by pilgrims). The time was already 11:00 PM and it was completely dark outside. The van was traveling through a rustic meagerly thared road with a lake on the left side and arid thorny forest on the other side. As the roads were bumpy, the speed of the van was limited in the range of 10 to 45 kmph. Suddenly we felt a strong jerk in the vehicle along with an uncommon sound, like something had hit the van hardly. The jerk continued and the driver stopped the vehicle in another 2 minutes. As he checked out the vehicle, he found the shaft connecting the rear wheels got bent / broken by a big stone in the middle road. It was a narrow escape, as the speed of the vehicle was just 20 kmph. Had it been at a higher speed, the vehicle could have toppled down, putting us in great trouble. All of us got down from the vehicle.

We were 10 adults and 2 children, four of us were Gents – the driver, me, my father and my brother-in-law. There was no network in any of our cell phones. The driver managed to call out for another van from thiruvannamalai, from the public telephone booth on a road side motel, 15 minutes from there by walk. It was already 40 minutes in the completely dark uninhabited ambience, and we were standing on the road side. My mom and all ladies started panicking because of 1. Any thief or mob will know that this newly married couple will definitely have lot of gold. 2. There are well adorned good looking ladies standing at midnight in an uninhabited place, which on itself carries enormous amount of risk. 3. In an hour or so, the infamous “Karthigai deepam” festival will be over and a huge crowd will come against us and we will be lost in the crowd. Some might even make use of the crowd and rob something from us…

My mom lost control and started blabbering and blaming on the fate, the decision to choose this van, the late start, and then the marriage itself…. I stood cool, patient, and waiting for the next van to come. In another 10 minutes (though, It seemed like hours…), the next van came.
The driver and the children transferred all the things to the rescue van. The first choice to enter the rescue van was given to my wife and to be followed by me. As she entered the van, I could sense the van tilting on the lateral side. I was about to leave her fingers, just when the van tilted on the back side by around one feet. I immediately caught hold of her hand and pulled her back, as the van further slid in to the muddy banks of the lake. The driver checked it up, and resolved that the van is now stuck deep in to the mud and will require hours of work to make it move. He agreed his mistake to stop on the wet bank of the lake.

Oh, this was a big blow, and unexpected. The rescue van needs rescue now. We gents unsuccessfully, tried hard for another 10 minutes to get the vehicle out of the mud. For the first time now, I felt the temper. My mom and other ladies started crying in the midst of the uninhabited road. The children were frightened. My dad and my brother-in-law were speechless and nervous. They suggested lot of ideas for the way out, just to conclude themselves that these ideas were stupid. My wife is silent, watching every body without response, but had tightly held my hand from the side. I felt proud for a moment as she had chosen to be with me, and trusted me instead of her own elder brother. I had won her trust against her own brother in just one day acquaintance, that too, a strange one.

I understood that, it’s my time to act upon. Being the strongest and the sanest person of the crowd available there, I spoke out with a plan for the first time. I split the crowd into two groups. The group one comprises of me, my wife, my elderly father and my mother. Rest of the ladies and children (10 – 15 yrs old) is with my brother in law and the driver as another group. Fortunately, a late bus stopped by and the first group got in (with the jewels). We reached home safely and the second group followed us with the goods by another rescue van that I have arranged, after about 50 minutes.

I think my wife is pleased enough and has become intimate throwing out her mental shutters from there on. But yet the story is not complete.

Next day, my mom told us to go for a movie along with another couple (my cousins). She wanted us to relax. The theater is approx a 40 minutes drive from my home. We hired a taxi. As somebody has scripted earlier, the taxi stopped in between, putting as again in trouble. After reaching home, I got seriously concerned. What’s happening? From the eve of my marriage to till now, I’m facing natural hindrances from all sides. And tonight, I got to take my wife and parents to Lucknow, that means a 5 hours travel to Chennai airport by taxi, then to fly for 2 hr 40 minutes to Delhi airport, then a taxi to Delhi railway station and a 8 hour journey in train to Lucknow.

I approached my maternal Uncle for some advice. He is not so educated. He is a business man, but a revered person by the whole town. He lives his noble principles and has been the most successful in the family. I respected him from my childhood, and still I do. He silently listened the completely course and asked some questions. He wanted to check, whether I have missed any hindu ritual, that is to performed during marriage. He believes that every ritual in the marriage ceremony has a sense and bypassing or omitting any ritual may cause troubles like this in life. As I listed out in sequence, he pointed out that my trip to “Kuladeiva koil” (“The temple of family God”) got omitted. Actually, due to lack of time ( It takes 2 hours to go and 2 hours to come from the temple through a bumpy, rustic road.), I myself had cancelled the trip two days before the wedding itself, even after the repeated insistence from the in-laws. As I told him that, with solidarity, he confirmed that is the cause for all the troubles.

I replied, even If so, I don’t have time right now to go to the temple from here. I have to cancel lot of tickets, I have to cancel lot of programs and I don’t have leave from my office. Right now, I don’t have any choice, rather than to move ahead for Lucknow. My uncle offered me a solution. He told me to take a yellow cloth and tie a One Rupee coin inside it. He told me to pray god from the heart, promise to him that I will visit the temple in my next visit to home town and keep the coin in the pooja room in the house near the paths of the shrine. I obediently followed his advice (as that was a very easy solution) but I was not sure whether that will work or not. I’m also not sure that I am praying for what? A fear of something may happen as something has happened in the past………

We set for the journey. My uncle reminded me to keep the promise given to the God during my next visit to home town. I responded affirmatively, and headed to the airport.

To our surprise, one of my classmates, received us in the Delhi airport with a Mahindra Scorpia (SUV), treated us with a good Brunch at Saravana Bhavan in connaught place and dropped us in the station. The train was in time and we reached lucknow on time. There was a huge crowd (my friends and office colleagues) awaiting for us in the station, to receive the newly married couple and we safely reached home, smoothly ever in my life, for such a long trip.

How to lie, cheat and steal your way to the top

2008-11-25T13:38:00.005+05:30

When I was walking around the Crossword, I purposely skipped this book, that was lying in front. Initially I thought, this is not my kind of book. The title itself is against my core values. I don’t remember ever I’ve uttered lie for making fortune or taken a planned revenge or cheat anybody. But just as I was making an exit from the store, I decided to have a glimpse of the book. Not for applying but to understand the extend to which other’s can go for. As I see through the pages, I made the payment too.
The reason is hard to explain but, being in a corporate, this kind of literature cannot be ignored.
Rather, it creates the paradigm shift, that was due for a long time now. The principles stated in the book applies to every corporate and gives answers for lot of weird things happening in and around corporates including the notorious behaviour of your boss.

You may not have to apply cheap tactics proposed in this book but understanding the principles do. It guides you to behave appropriately when situation arises. It guides you to alter some of your habits (invisible enemies of yourself). Most of the literature is not about your moral change but about behaviour and attitude change, which you may choose to make. But understanding them itself will make leaps in your corporate growth.
Perhaps, you have seen ur collegues getting promoted around, some getting higher increements than u, U might have tried ur best to impress ur boss, but still u might feel that u r standing at the centre of a crossing at midnight and u r not sure which road u have to choose and whatever roads u have tried has not given the right direction.
Here comes the light house which clearly illuminates the path u need to take to the top.

If you are in corporate, I strongly recommend you to read this book. Your growth gets insured.

P.S. The style of writing is literally a fun to read.

The Marathan Century

2008-11-06T09:35:00.003+05:30

Since the starting of my blog two months ago, 100 people have seen my profile as of today (as counted by blogger.com). I think this call for a celebration.

Thannnnnnnk you .

regards,

Urz Luv"ly

Razigan

Long Lasting Happiness

2008-11-03T21:13:00.008+05:30

The doctor was listening, "Sir, I am having an impatient stomach since last 3 days. I have taken some tablets from the local chemist yesterday, but to only have an abeyance. Now, the diarrhea has aggravated along with vomiting." I have discussed this situation with my mom over phone. She told me the combination is deadly and should immediately contact a good doctor in town. The doctor enquired about my medical history, and prescribed few tablets for 3 days. One of the tablets (the tiny and round blue one) was first of the kind, I have seen. It has to be kept beneath ur tongue and let the tablet dissolve in the mouth. That tablet was magical, and immediately stopped my vomiting sensation.
Though the corrective action is taken but finding out the root cause and implementing an appropriate preventive action is necessary (the QA instinct). I was slightly above 24 years then. The last time I met a doctor was at 16, when I had my leg fractured in a football match.
Let me detail the past (Teen age 13 - 19)
I had the ball in control and was about to make a shot with my right leg towards the goal post. Just then, Rajamurugan (the best player in the school then), brought his leg daringly between the ball and my leg. My tibia (the long bone from the knee to ankle) at full swing hit his tibia and both of us fell down. He was crying in pain. I also had a severe pain in my bone, but it was not so severe to cry. I was internally happy. I got up, and went upto him, cheered him up. In another two steps, OOPS!! my pain in leg was becoming unbearable and I slowly stumbled in ground. I couldn't even move my legs. When I tried moving, the pain was deadly. Rajamurugan along with four more students carried me to the nearest vaithiyar (Doctor who practices ayurveda). The vaithiyar confirmed the hairline fracture in the bone and applied a plaster constructed by bamboo sticks, cloths, flour and egg white. He had told me to take bed rest for 15 days and come back to him.
The same night when I was in deep sleep on the bed, my younger brother (by 5 YEARS) accidentally fell on my legs fracturing my leg further. We rushed to the orthopedic surgeon as the pain was unbearable. The X-Ray confirmed fracture showing an inch gap between the broken pieces of tibia. He applied plaster of Paris on my legs. I was on bed for almost 20 days. The doctor after checkup commented, this is one of the fastest cure especially after the double fracture.
I didn't remember any other appointment with doctors (apart from the dentist visit once). I used to get cold once in a year or two, for which my mom's medication was good enough. The small cuts and wounds generated while playing in the field used to disappear in a day's time without any medication. In the medical examination conducted for my first job, all the values of the diagnostic tests were at the mean of the recommended specifications. Such a kind of health and power of immunity I had. I used to feel proud about my health when my classmates, college mates, colleague fall sick.
But, I realized this is the case with most sportsmen. (Don't count injuriphile Tendulkar in this.) I was playing football, cricket, table tennis, volleyball and badminton at an average of four hours per day throughout my entire teenage. My mom is a health freak and always served nutritious food. My weight was 64 Kg, through out the last 3 years of my college. All put together, I had a physic that was flexible, healthy and can make even a conservative girl stare at my chest. Having a good and admirable physic in itself is a wonderful feeling, and it lets you do all activities of your life in ease. It makes your life enjoyable unless you complicate it with anything else.

Post teen age
When I started my career(at 21), my weight increased by one Kg approx. every month. The engineering degree had fetched me a white collar job. Handful of money at the start of every month, gave me the freedom to enjoy everything in the world. I imbibe 2 bottles of beer every weekend and whenever I was excessively happy or excessively sad. I don't cook as I felt boring to do. Especially, I hate the washing utensil part. I had my breakfast and lunch in the office canteen, and had my dinner at hotels and restaurants. I relished the kebabs and biryanis. Lucknow had an array of hotels which served delicious mughlai cuisine, for which I had become a gourmet. In winters, I switched over to whiskey and rum. I smoke 5 to 7 cigarettes a day. But when I drink, I have 4 more. Though I was a bachelor, my extrovert attitude always kept me with lot of people around. I was happy enjoying the life.

I gained 12 Kgs in the first 15 months of my career and thereafter it stabilized. My body put up excess fat, which made me restrictive. After the visit to doctor for diarrhea and vomiting, it had become a routine to meet the doctor every now and then for various reasons. In the medical examination conducted in the recent job switch (7 years from the first one), the doctor certified not fit for the job. My cholesterol levels were alarming (330). X-ray showed problems. Every parameter in the diagnostic tests were no way near to normal. I'm undergoing treatment for my Sinus trouble. My hair started falling and looking older than my age (28). All put together, I'm a Sick Man now.

I was wondering, Does God Started thinking that “This fellow had enjoyed too much in his life. Let him suffer from now on".
Because, there was nobody else responsible for this change in my health condition (A fantastic physic at 21 and a good for nothing physic at 28). I haven't purposely did anything to ruin my health other than living a free and enjoyable life. But the question is, "Will your health become abnormal, If you enjoy your life?”

Being a gourmand, I hate putting restrictions to my food. I hate taking medicines (It lowers my self confidence, always reminding that I'm a sick fellow). I hate doing exercises. I would like to play but not the boring exercises. At desperate times, I tried doing the exercises to reduce my weight. I was successful in reducing 3 to 4 kgs in a week by doing exercise.
But the weight regained in the following week, when I stopped the exercise. At one patch of life, when my weight had reached 81Kg, I decided to go for 4 weeks rigorous gym program (with my logical calculation - 3 to 4 Kg in one week means 16 kg in a month). But that was a stupid calculation. My weight reduced in the first week by 4 kg, but it remained there for next three weeks. And the weight as usual regained in the following week, when the gym program was over.

Nevertheless, a good health is like water for fish. The fish will only feel the deadly trouble when it is out of water. Till then, the fish takes the water for granted.

So, the million dollar question now is "Will my health become abnormal, if I enjoy my life?” The answer is Yes and No.

I got convinced. It is the lifestyle that matters. It doesn't mean that you should not enjoy the life. What exactly has to be understood is "A happy lifestyle with adequate physical activity and healthy intake will keep you away from all the doctors and as well as let you have a long lasting and sustained happiness and excitement in life."

Consequently, I tried an intelligent make over in my lifestyle.

I switched over to a house that is at 15 minutes walk from the office and I sold my bike (There are some other reasons also).
I have breakfast at home like museli (roasted oats with milk), eggs, sandwiches, biscuits and fruit juices in the morning.

I walk to office with my walkman playing the latest tunes, glancing at the day's outfit of the girls passing by and this has become a habit and pleasure now. I still have my lunch at office. I cook dinner at home for at least 5 days in a week.

I have handpicked some healthy and tasty recipes from my mom and the latest cook books for dinner, which generally does not take more that 10 minutes to cook and does not leave too many utensils to clean. I wonder there is really handful of them and they are tasty too. Purchased a Microwave, which is very handy for loners like me. Logically I should have done this much earlier because, cooking these foods takes less than the time I travel to hotels (definitely you save the time of waifting), and also keeps you healthy at one fifth of the cost . Given the choice of nutritious semi cooked food available at the super markets, cooking the dinner at home is much easier than I thought earlier. Apart from looking at the price, I also started to glance at the cholesterol content and the sugar content while purchasing raw materials for cooking.

Very importantly, I quit whiskey, but have wine and beer.

The makeover is magical. Right now, my cholesterol has come to normal; all other parameters are approaching mean and that too without any medicines.

So let's put the learning together...

1. A makeover in ur life style only can save ur health, thereby let you enjoy the fullest of life.

2. A change in lifestyle does not mean a compromise or hard work or any kind of enforcements.

3. It is just the choosing of right ones from bad ones.

4. Do any physical activity for at least 30 minutes a day that u enjoy. It can be playing with ur kid, or playing sports or just walking staring at the girls.

5. Choose the healthy and tasty ones for eating. (Always choose Oil without cholesterol, have skimmed milk, eat vegetables and fruits, always keep two bottles of good fruit juices in fridge.)

6. If u doesn’t have the habit of cigarette, bear, or hard drinks, it is absolutely fine. Having these bad habits doesn't mean that they enjoy life. Practically, the reverse is more probable.

7. If u have those habits then, adopt the following good news.

8. Contrary to the common myth, beer does not have any cholesterol or even any fat content. Beer like wine is good for health in moderate quantities (One bottle a day). I read in internet that the fattening effect in the body is caused by the extra dishes we have during consumption and the inactivity attained due to the tranquilizing effect of the alcohol. If you are an active person and drink beer with healthy accompaniments, you will not get fat.

9. Quit Whiskey - It has sugar, cholesterol etc, etc.......

10. U can have a bit of rum but that too in very moderate quantities. The moderate amount for you is directly proportional to your physical toil and healthy intake. A man who does lot of physical exercise have lot of room to drink every day and still be healthy.

11. Smoking is generally bad for health. But they too have some positives, if had in moderate quantities (Four filtered cigarette a day, will not cause you any danger till your death. The only problem is to stick with 4 cigarettes which many find it difficult.)
a. Smoking increases the blood circulation to brain momentarily, thereby giving the extra power to brain. Even I had got solutions to many struggling problems while smoking.
b. Smokers become friends faster. If ur boss is smoker, u have lot of merits as a smoker.
c. Smoking (psychologically) increases self esteem when u r alone and depressed (No proof).
d. Last but not the least, you can enjoy the kick the cigarette gives.

12. The points from 7 to 11 are exclusively for males. The girls have less strength to resist these bad habits.

13. Sex is always good for health and mind. Only thing is to use condoms at appropriate times.

14. Avoid sex in teens, as that will lead u avoid the pursuit of noble options available at that point of time. Learn and enjoy all other adventures, pleasures and techniques of life in teans and have sex for post teen age. That makes a lot of difference in you future.

The list is becoming endless....... but they are worth it......... Though the changes look simple, it needs a killer instinct to initiate them. So....... Best of Luck. After all these are the secrets to have long lasting happiness and excitement.

Notes to Myself

2008-10-31T09:52:00.003+05:30

This tiny book was gifted to me by my x-girl friend. When I just went through the book, initially I thought this book is supposed to be read by the people who feel lonely, solitaire, may be depressed or may be a kind of people who need a revival in life.

Owing to the size of the book, it was lying in my bedside for a long time. I used to read it in bits and pieces, as this literature has an interesting and contemplative poetic expression. After reading every stanza, I used to compare with my life style, my beahaviour etc, just in a casual way.

But in due course, I noticed this book has become a handbook for my life. This tiny book covers all kind of personality aspects like fear, courage, compassion, emotions etc and it moreover subtly explains the proper meaning of existence and tunes our behaviour for success.

Generally, these kind of value books used to be boring, or generally predictive kind of nature. But this one has all the masala for a reader to grab this book throughout his life. This is like a kind of movie that we cherish every time we see even after seeing the film for dozen times and the movie is 10 years old.

In short, This is a GREAT HANDBOOK that every human being should read, more so, if he is depressed, lonely or at a time of failure. If u have a library kind of thing, preserve this book for your upcoming generations. U can also buy a dozen of this book and gift to the people u care for.

P.S.: When I say poetic expression, It needs that extra bit of English acumen to comprehend this book. (IF I CAN DO, U CAN ALSO DO. Only thing is u need to realize and do not take it direct sense.)

The Secret of GOD

2008-10-20T00:07:00.004+05:30

Hari and srinivasan played great table tennis. They played everyday in the evening after school for atleast an hour. Honestly I was inspired by their game. I fought with my parents to get a TT bat of atleast Rs. 20. I got it and started playing. There were two TT Tables in the recreation club, One of them of high quality for experts and other one is of cheap quality for beginners. I started playing with other novices in the cheap quality table. I used to get tips from Hari and I learnt the game in a stunning speed. In around six months of daily, dedicated game, I was promoted to premium table, where Hari, Srinivasan and other experts play. As srinivasan got moved out thanks to the transfer in his dad’s job, Hari eventually became the no 1 player in the club. I lost 21 -2 in the first set with Hari. Though, I have won against all the novices in the cheap table, I was a novice here against Hari at this premium table. In another six month’s time, I could play as good game as Hari. Hari sensed my advancement in the game.
When I was novice, he occasionally gave tips but never played with me, as I would be too low against his calibre. The match like that will be definitely boring. When I was allowed to play, he stopped giving tips to me. Hari showed his dazzling talent against me and satisfy his pride. But when I equaled his calibre, like 50/50 kind of wins and losses, I observed change in his attitude. When I called him for a match, he used to say that he is busy in hundred other things.
Two of the best players in the school, hari and me are nominated for district level games (doubles). We won districts like a cake walk but lost in inter-districts against left-right combination. After the tournament, we hardly played table tennis.

George was playing fantastic football in the vicinity. By another 6 months, I was as good as George putting as many goals. As the games dominated the teenage, my acads shifted down its position a bit. I used to rank in the range of 5 and 7 in the class with stiff competition to balachander and Ajit.

In the mean time, hari, balachander and other first bencher boys picked up tennis ball cricket. I was already a much better player in cricket thanks to exposure in this game since fourth standard. But this time, siva annan and the sundaram uncle practicing in the nets with the leather ball in the early morning was my target. I started sailing around that place, used to pick the ball when it reaches the boundary and throw inside (a ball boy). Gradually, I started fielding in the team. My mom was surprised to see the change – her unsuccessful attempts to wake me up in the morning are no longer required. I promptly got up at 5:30 and be there by 6:00 AM for the net practice. I was the youngest and studying 10th std. By the time, I reached 11th std, I started playing matches. I used to be the last batsman of the team and generally field in the ground. At times, I also have shone by hitting unexpected fours in the 11th position.
One fine day in the net practice session, sundaram uncle asked about my age. I replied 15. Then, he suggested me to participate the “Under 16 - District Team” selection scheduled to happen at SPIC ground next week. I was one of the 45 players came for selection. My out-swinger bowling and straight bat play put me in the top 5 list of the team.

I used to feel pride about my achievements in so many games. But sometimes, I feel annoyed about not reaching the epitome in any of them? I do have a very bad habit of introspection, especially during the holidays. I used to brush idly continuing the thoughts from my sleep and finishing them at Toilet Pot. I always wonder, most of the greatest ideas that have occurred to me were in the toilet pots.
“ I was aggressively playing tabletennis, then I was playing football then I shone in cricket. Why didn’t I become a superstar in any? There was always an invisible cap on all my endeavors, beyond which, I had always switched over to something else. A resolution kind of thing occurred to me – The peer group dictates the limit. If I had Tendulkar in place of Hari or george, I could be playing as good as him. Though the icons shone at distance, the peer group decides my capacity and promptly turns down my aggression, once I reach the transition stage from the second position to the first. I did not put any conscious effort to reach to another peer group where the people of premium quality table exist at proper time.

When you are at the top, you are no longer inspired. You start inspire on some thing else. But by time u reached the top, you have gained the skill, habit and the psyche. They will help you to remain on top and satisfy your instinct to stay on top.

Here comes my routine spiritual quests?

Is this behavior a special attribute of mine?
I realized this is the modus operandi of this world (Mankind). Many saints like vivekananda, buddha etc. have explained this phenomenon.

What is that behavior called?
I don’t know… may be a “VIRUS” in human nature. There is few more like Love, jealousy, the feeling to be important, sexual inclination etc.

Who does not have these viruses?
These viruses are human nature and nobody can escape. There are some who manage them better.

These viruses in collective sense, determines the direction (growth or demolition) towards which the world moves. But the direction of the world (or mankind) logically should depend upon how many people pursue (inspire, desire for) noble things or atleast neutral things at any point of time.

This also means there are more people following noble things than the people following the negative things at any point of time. Otherwise, the world wouldn’t have grown or expanded in possibilities like this.

How that is possible? If everybody behaves like baby – getting inspired whatever they see, then this world will be doing more of bad things than good things. Is there another virus in human nature that is making the man to pursue predominantly noble things?
The answer is “Yes” and the virus is “Fear”. Fear of death, fear of pain, fear of suffering etc enforce the mankind to choose the noble path. Whoever pursues the negative one has eventually faced a consequence, which enforces him and others (mankind) to choose the noble path.

The Secret of God?
God has plugged in some viruses in human body and the natural duty of mankind to grow the world in possibilities. The growth in possibilities is an astounding truth. 500 years back, buildings were built in decades, a journey from Mumbai to Washington is not less than an year’s adventure. So, as per God’s plan, we are seriously indulging and succeeding in expanding our capabilities and possibilities amidst the day to day issues created by these viruses.

Stop Stop Stop……. What is this? It’s becoming a queue of questions? And why am I trying to answer all this? Am a Saint or what? What is going through me???

I felt that whatever going through me now iss certainly a science that is already explored to much deeper level. The common sense is to refer the right spiritual books than trying to answer myself. The one and foremost text in this part of science is the great “VEDAS”. As I glanced through, the particular mystery of mankind (the above context) is beautifully explained in Atharvana Veda and the authors seemed to have a good idea about the future of mankind.

Unlike other tradiational books on spirituality, these Vedas are Super Rational. They are completely logical and only stories and examples are given for better explanation. The Vedas are free of myths and have logical deductions on the “REALIZATION OF GOD”, though It had slightly taken the route of the latest scientific technique of hypothesizing and proving it.
It is disheartening to know that less than 1% of the total vedic subject is now available in the form of literature. One of the important reasons behind this is VEDA itself. The authours of VEDA have repeatedly reinforced to learn VEDA from GURU and not by reading the text alone. (The sheer etymological meaning of the Sanskrit word “Upanishad” is “knowledge received by sitting close to the teacher by mind and body.”, which happen to be the subsets of Veda”).
Especially, the Mundaka Upanishad of Atharvana Veda lays down stringent conditions for learning veda from Guru such as serenity, solitude, austerity, discipline and determination. The Gurus in-fact followed a seven step route for enlightment viz induction, orientation, yoga, pranayama, sacrifice (practicing austerity), pedagogy, transcendental meditation. The vedic verse poetically warns that “The more we read and analyse, the more confused and entangled the mind becomes.” To prevent a state of paralysis, the reinforcement of discipline is must.

Having said that, do I have these disciplines to continue the quest for enlightment further? NO. May be after 30 years. I closed the book. But as of now, whatever is happening around me is happening for good (as rightly stated in Bhagavad Gita) and I will practice to manage the viruses better to have a happy life. All of us here are engaged to boost the power of mankind collectively.

Did I say manage the virus? For your information, this is also a part of science which is already explored by en-lighted people and given guidelines for us to live. I think the name of the guidelines is collectively know as “HINDUISM” or in the name of any RELIGION. (Any religion puts practices and controls just to make you follow a happy life in long term by effectively managing the viruses.”

Yaaaaaaaar, this is not stopping anywhere. I need to put a Hand break and go to see the movie FASHION – Jalwa, fashion ki hai jalwa……… bye bye.....

What colour is your parachute

2008-10-17T11:14:00.001+05:30

I decided to buy this book in 20 secs, as I glanced through fromthe Crossword book store. Optimistically I looked at price. The tag was Rs. 650/-, but the hesitation lasted only for a second. From the very next moment, the book started changing my life. This book has an infinite ROI (return of investment) as the content inspires you to choose a life sensible and richer simultaneously. Honestly speaking, I regret to see this book so late in my life. It has many fold benifits to shape your life when you were younger.

Unlike other self improvement kind of books, where u need to read, and practice and put lot of boring efforts to reap fruit by fruit with time, this book is instant and automatic.

Take my word and catch hold of this book.............

At 13, the life is only on belief, as there are too much assumptions around u

2008-09-29T18:18:00.001+05:30

My dad informed that we are getting transfered to tuticorin. I went to my school for the last time to get the testimonials and say adieu to my classmates and teachers. Ryaz, wished me best of luck.
I always had internally admired his physical ability to run 100 meters, 400 meters, and even in the daily evening football matches. All through the past two years, my only target is to beat him. But everytime I manage to improve to his levels, he just reaches the next level by an inch, dumping me at the second position. He is a rustic fellow, doing some maniac things. One day, he found a tablet in the football ground. He instantly put that in his mouth and swallowed. He is also insane in dressing sense and he always comment on girls. I'm forced to maintain a distance from him as his behaviour may damage my name. Incidentally, I scored better in Acads than him, but second only to Anand. I was never a studious fellow, but my inquisitiveness to get answers for my scientific thirst and my selfishness to impress girls put me at the second place in acads. But I was the undoubted first in impressing the fellow girls and my teachers especially madam Ratnam. Madam Ratnam, the science teacher (must be in her in mid 20s) was a stunner. She was fair, approx 5ft 5inches, well built with distinct features and doesn't need any kind of makeup (She hardly wore any). She wears traditional colourful sarees with matching blouses. I generally get bored in the classes but when it comes to science, I'm the most alert and watchful of the students. She had those rare eyes that perfectly speak what she thinks in mind. Most of the time, I replied back in the class room or reacted, only to her gestures in eyes, followed by her concieted smirk. While her maturity in conduct, the natural beauty and the confident radiating personality put her as one in millions, the sexiest thing about her is her full volume rosy lips. I will die to kiss in her lips. I used to come in my dreams almost every day thinking about hugging or kissing her. I had to admit, I did not know "what is fucking" then at around 13 years of age, but a strange attractive force was overwhelmingly existed. Though she behaves the same way to me like she does with my fellow classmates, but, I always felt there is something more between me and her.
My depth of knowledge in practical science and a keen afficianado spirit was envied by the guys while the girls are impressed by the same. One day correspondent announced for giving the names who are interested for participating in the district level chess championships. I had learnt chess from my mom and dad, as that was the only game they played to pass their time in home. As I came to know that madam Ratnam is going to escort our school students to the tournament, I immediately enrolled my name. After a brief evaluation, I was sitting next to Madam Ratnam in the van heading to the tournament. The good background knowledge in chess and the motivation from Madam Ratnam, What else I need to win the tournament. I went on to reach the finals and finished second in the districts. Achieving second had become a law of life to me. The correspondent and madam ratnam was very happy, that our school has got a pride to celebrate - the second position in the district. The correspondent threw a party in her grand house. She introduced her son sidharth and her daughter dharini. They were studying in the district's Crème de la Crème school, not in her own school. I peered in to her house, and a feeling of opulence filled in to my mind, emotions, heart and every where. Dharini, at 6th std, had a figure to die for. She looked taller and elder thanks to her structure and her skin were softer that silk. This rosy innocent beauty, joined in our school next year. May be the correspondent had gained confidence about her school. I was one year senior to her. I really does not involved myself too much with her, that I was already preoccupied with my science teacher. I was eventually made into school monitor, that year. A consipiracy built up in Dharini's class involving her. Being the monitor of the school, I intervened in to the issue. Stalin, a classmate of dharini had proposed to her. Dharini also had accepted his proposal, but both of them unaware of the physcial as well as political consequences. Some of my classmates appreciated his guts, (1. He has proposed, 2. He has proposed to the correspondent's daughter.) The issue had become the gossip of the year. Almost every semi-adolescent student from fifth standard to eight standard know about this issue but had not leaked to the management yet. I managed to approach stalin and adviced him to be away from her. He retaliated and even my friends retaliated to me, that love is the right of every body here, and they also told that I'm envious of him as stalin had proposed to the beauty of the school. I felt a mass movement in the school supporting stalin and his love. People suggested lot of tips to stallin and dharini for them to plan a great escape one day. The spirit gradually digested my soul also. I started feeling that I'm also a part of the mass, supporting the conspiracy against school management, (that also mean my favourite science teacher).
Our emotions sometimes behave wild and strictly make us follow a path that is absolutely incorrect. The guitly feeling to follow the bad route becomes the line of encouragement and compels to continue in the path, till getting caught or punished. The kleptomaniacs, and all kind of maniacs are the victims of such guilty emotional drives. This also sometimes happen in group. This mass spirit, have the spirit to convert ordinary fellow beings to martyrs, though the end result is always obvious. This phenomena, I have witnessed many times during religious and political combats.
At eleven'o clock, I along with Ryaz, and Anand were called upon to the correspondent's room. When I tread in the room, I saw stalin was crying at one corner of the room, the Physical Training teacher had bet him strong enough that he won't forget the blow till his death. A strange fear arised in my heart. May be I also deserved that kind of blow for supporting the conspiracy. I understood the reason. Correspondent enquired at me looking straight at my eyes, "Razigan, Don't you know this? WHy didn't u come and tell me... " We got released with few scoldings. In the lunch time, I was called upon by Madam Ratnam. When it comes to madam ratnam, I'm the sweetest behaved child in the world. Madam Geralda (the English teacher, in mid twenties, dark, lanky but yet attractive) was seated next to Madam Ratnam, while madam ratnam with grunt face, enquired me about the same subject, "Razigan, When do u know about this issue?" I replied "3 weeks back". She got shocked, because the most authentic information she had got about the proposal was 2 weeks back. She with her witty looks, "It means, you were one of the very few to know about this issue very early." I nodded. She continued "Razigan, U used to come to me for pencil problem, duster problem and all kind of petty things.... but how come you managed to keep this away from me. I trusted u a lot and you ..." Her eyes spoken then. I was bit skeptical, whether the science teacher is giving warning about the petty advances I made to meet her or she is appreciating my responsive behaviour except this nuissance. I stammeringly blurted, "Madam, as this is a love matter, we thought that...",
"We? OK.. thought what"
"the management will definitely appose the issue, which is incorrect."
You mean to say, "We need to encourage love and all nuissance in the school? Are we coming here for that? Do ur mom and dad is spending so much of money for getting official training in Love?....... And afterall what is ur age? 12 or 13..., "
Madam Geralda interfered with her naughty question, "Ok razigan, let me know What do u know about love?", with a witty smile in her face. I felt like getting ragged by two teachers now. What I know about love was hugging and kissing beautiful girl. But I didn't answer. I was afraid, to lose my good image. I was afraid, I might loose marks in exams. I was afraid, the teachers may inform my parents about this conspiracy. Suddenly my heart became heavy and I felt like crying.
Madam ratnam sensed that, and she couldn't see her favourite student crying. she came up, close to me, very close to me, fondly stroking my cheeks and said "Razigan, Don't waste ur energy and mind into these kind of things. You have a great future." , I politely nodded, keeping my head down, as I subtly peering at the beautiful breasts of ratnam madam, I got to see for the first time, so close. The strong aroma of her body made me feel dizzy. She allowed me to leave. Beyond this, there were so many incidents, that followed till the end of the year. But now, it is time to leave to Tuticorin. May be, this is the last time, I might see my favourite science teacher, my class mates in my life.
Everytime you get transferred to a new place, you really get an opportunity to wipe out the embarrassments / failures happened and start a new life with a clean image. It's a big responsibility to take your life to another platform of success. But inspite of the concious efforts, we endup doing the same and facing the same. ( Will be narrated later.)
I really wonder where are they now and what they are doing. Do they ever think about me? I had no touch with anybody later but I had spotted Ratnam madam once. After 4 years, I had to come to madurai for visiting one of my relatives. When I was returning back in an Auto to the busstand, the auto stopped in a traffic signal. I saw Madam ratnam was standing on the side of the road looking for an auto, with her husband and a year old kid with her standard representations of her marraige. She was just standing 3 feets away. I did not see much of change in her but I know that, I have changed a lot. I have grown a feet more and had become a handsome youth (at 17 yrs). Considering that many students come and go every year for her, I am simply unrecognizable. I reserved back as I thought this would be silly for me to go now and introduce about me that I am her student four years back etc... and what's the point in doing that now, especially when her husband is standing nearby. She suddenly noticed me looking at her. To my surprise, she instantly recognized and called out for me by name, just when the signal went green and the auto moved on. I smiled at her and said good bye in guestures, while she gave me a "you brutus" kind of look in her eyes.

I felt content in my heart, the waves had really existed between me and her.

The special routines

2008-09-20T23:35:00.002+05:30

1. I came home late from work and was damn tired. I slept with content. But I scornfully opened my eyes early in the morning. A loud speaker was loudly playing some hindi folks around. It was 7 am on a sunday. After trying out all options to shut my ears out of the noise, I surrendered to the speaker. I brushed up and went down to have a look at the celebration and may be some girls. Annoyingly, the speakers cried out loud in solitude. I didn't find anybody around in the complex except the music system operator. I approached the operator and politically enquired the reason for waking me up inspite of being in 13th floor. He replied "aaj dahi handi khelne ja rahe hain", a famous festive sport celebrated on the day of Janmashtami on this part of India (Mumbai).
I settled in the central park of the complex, where the mud pot was being hunged by a few men in 30s and 40s at approximately 20 feets high from the ground level. By 9:00 AM, few families reached the park. This complex having 5 buildings of 14 floors each, with 5 flats in each floor, has been conservatively reserved for the past 4 months as I have seen. The security guard is the only person, I know by name and haven't spoken with even my neighbour for so long, and this is the case with everybody here. Occosianal smiles in the lift are the peak of socialization in this complex. The exceptions are the school boys who play rubberball cricket in one corner of the complex, and few at 60s and 70s chat on the other side.I some times wonder, if there is terrorist attack in the place, the first person to report about me as a prime suspect to the police will be my neighbour or so. Even after 4 months, it really sucks to be a stranger to every body in the locality.
I was glad to see the good crowd gathered in the park to witness the Dahi handi celebration. Few teen aged girls also appeared in the picture with jeans, and chudidhars... The speakers were tuned to the full blast. The latest hindi hits were roaring. The legs and hips started shaking. In no time, a long hose with high hydraulic pressure is arranged. The bad boy in the gents group took the hose and sprayed the water all over. He made sure the ladies are drenched enough. But to my surprise, the act was exempted from guilt, and the people took pleasure in being drenched. Soon the park become muddy. The boys started the sport by leaping over each other to hit the mud pot in the top. The ambience was glorious and inviting.A much needed collective celebration. I almost started dancing for the music. The boys attempted atleast 15 times to reach very close to the mud pot, but only to collapse and fall down. I was literally amused to see a group of wet girls making fun of the muddy boys, attempting to break the mudpot hung at 20 feet high. I could remember a similar scene in a bolly flick 'Hello brother', where salman khan climbs to the top and breaks the handi in the first attempt for rani mukerjee.
The monsoon also supported the girls by drizzling, making the game tougher for the guys to break. Every time, they lose control, the man at the highest point salutes the mud pot , as a convention and collapse down. Suddenly, one young man at 50s appeared and announced, "It's time for the ladies to try.". The ladies instantly pushed the boys away and took the centre, and started climbing on each other to hit the mud pot. The total crowd in the park was shocked to see the ladies managed to break the mud pot in the very first attempt. The men were forced to be ashamed. Another pot was instantly hunged at the same place but at 5 feets higher. The very next time, the men reached the pot. I really wondered, how does the capacity of the men's group expanded immediately after the defeat against girls.
The Point to be noted is that the sportive spirit prevailed, inspite of generous exposure by the homely girls. But this one is much needed in the place. I observed a friendly atmosphere all around. I even get acquainted to my neighbours then. This age old traditional celebration in the name of god has the power to unite strangers, a social bonding that proves the existance of the natural behaviour of any living being.

2. I carefully knocked out one by one. Inspired by the colourfull Mumbai, my brothers had listed out places like water park, marine drive, nariman point etc. As a matter of fact, the marine drive and the nariman point apart from being the most happening place for the couples (don't ask me, what happens?), recently these places have become famous as a safe gay hangouts. I being a disciplined gentle man does not go to these type of places - This is what the impression my parents need to have. By reflex, I become suddenly a responsible family member and resolved not to expose too much of Mumbai. I took them to Sanjay Gandhi national Park to show some domestic tigers and lions. There was an extreme elegance to be in the midst of a freshly drenched green forest that lies in the midst of a crowded city. Along with 10 more civilians, we sat on the disposable Van i.e., the wild safari vehicle. Four college students with jeans and tops joined us, two of them were males. The vehicle was delibrately stopped by the driver for the tiger to cross the road. All the crowd crowded at one side to have a good look on the tiger. One of the two college girls, managed to stand in the front, uttered excitedly and loudly, "f**K yaaaaaaaar, kya size deko, f......". She was continously exclaiming in an erotic rythm, I really had no other choice than to act as a damn deaf. I sighed with relief, when the driver moved the vehicle out of the tiger. But I didn't knew that he moved the vehicle just only to stop at the couple of lions ahead.
Is there a absolute need to use these kind of slangs in life....... Why does Mr Thiruvalluvar grossly failed in this aspect ..... "Iniya vulavathu innathu kooral, Kaniyiruppa kai kavarnthatru"

urz luv"ly

Razigan

3 mistakes of my life

2008-09-20T11:52:00.002+05:30

Hi dears,

In the short official trip to Faridabad, after a heavy booze and dinner, I drowsingly thought I should give some time for my tummy to start digesting. I decided to glance the new novel I bought after a long time. Started reading the first page, and while I was at 50th page, I wondered, this 250 page handy crap is refusing to get down, right from the first sentence, inspite of the 400ml of Nine hills red wine thrusting an anti-novel effect.

I paused, and took pride - "India, finally got a indigineous sydney sheldon (ofcourse with UA certification)". I exercised 97.5% self control and went on to sleep at 2:00AM - I have to flush atleast by 8:00 AM to catch up the rustic assignment.

In the evening, a bit worried witnessing another wash out in the bear market on the TV, my mind started plotting a strategy of re-visiting portfolio... , futuristic economic forecosting. ..., factoring... ..., Beta analysis.... , cramp...., a confused solution.... Stop & mission Dropped. Started reading the novel again (with artificial depression), a bell rang at room service in the hotel at 3:00AM , "Sir, do u serve dinner / breakfast at this time?"

But, this book is worth it. I wonder - Why do these hollywood people spend so much money on creating 3 hour movies, when a book like this can give a better cinematic experience with longer climax and excitement?

The eternal flash thoughts like

1. how 20 million australia consistently win more medals and have stronger cricket team than 1000 million India?

2. Why these Hindu and Muslim become dragons during issues?

3. Why emotional Indians couldn't make big businesses?

4. Why my passion is considered as selfishness?

5. When and Where can I see topless girls?are explained in this book.It's a must read, trust me....

Yaan petra inbum, Peruga Ivvayyagam.

Urz luv"ly,

Razigan

P.S.: Week hearts don't read the climax.

The subject book is authored by Chetan Bhagat

How to blame it

2008-09-20T11:46:00.001+05:30

I chose not to speak this subject in person. I called her over phone at around 11:00PM, the usual time, "Anita, I thought of getting married. What do u say?" Anita was my girl friend for around 2 years then, (the longest tenure of any of my girl friends with me.) She is a journalist in Hindustan times, 3 months elder than me, one of the most beautiful and smartest girls from a conservative joint family in Lucknow."What?" this was her response. "No no no, I'm not ready. I have just told my mother about us. Yet to discuss with father and all. and my sister....." She gave a pause and asked again "wait wait wait, Are you mentioning about we getting married... or u getting married?"ha ha ha..... " I said, " I have decided to get married...... It can be with u if u r ready." She fired back in a serious tone "does that mean that.., r u going to marry somebodyelse, If I say I'm not ready now? Razigan, U cannot do this.... can U"
These are pretty straight forward questions and I'm not prepared for that. I got to explain the corollary of Einstein's relativity theory, that I discovered, the previous night. That will explain my current stand, - If every beautiful looking woman has the same influence on me, then why shouldn’t I consciously select one, rather than emotionally fall in love with someone (like anita).
"Anita, I know, You love me from the bottom of your hearts and I also feel the same. But you need to understand love (energy) is a linear function of distance, time,and Mass and can be expressed as d(LOVE) = m/C2dx .. and.."She retaliated, "Hei, hei don't bring ur ghatiya physics fundu and analogies here. I'm serious" I continued, "U please listen first naaa. OK u just answer this- Longer the time we spend together, Stronger our love develops, Yes or NO?"..mmmhh.....Yes..... so what?""Ok, that explains the dx. Shorter the distance between u and me, Stronger our love develops, Yes or No?""No...... This only develops lust." I argued, "Then Why don't U love a person from Europe? There are more smarter men romancing better than me. Shorter distance means that the level of contact between us, may be physical, or by mail or by phone.""Okay...""That explains the Csquared. say Yes or No...?"She said "Yes...., But how does Mass going to help in Love?""Yeah, It's a good question. I'm really gifted to have such a wise girlfriend." She blushed, (I could sense through phone..). I continued," See I have used "m" in the equation for simplicity. 'm' here actually means the personality strength. Like, m for an ugly foolish lady will tend to zero and for a girl like u, it is infinity."She enquired "So u mean to say that, the love, the feelings and the emotions between U and me are purely a kind of..., a kind of one of those mechanical concept in physics?"Not exactly yes but it is scientific. I have tested this concept. And my experiments give 100% evidence to d(love) = m/c2dx. Do u think God has specially designed and engineered Razigan for Anita?She paused.. and asked "..So...."Slowly, I pushed the words from my mouth, "See, I mean to say that, U need not be... be...., see.. Whatever happened between us are natural, a kind of natural phenomena. But at some times in our life, we need not have to take decisions based on these short term natural phenomena which might impact our life in long term." I somehow finished completing the sentence.She instantly replied, "So..., U have a wasted lot of time deriving an idiotic senseless equation, and also wasted lot of my time, for what? Just to convey that, that U r afraid about ur hair falling. U might get bald and nobody will marry u. May be even me. So U need to get married immediately and U r trying to find other solutions as I'm not ready now"Oh, This time she is really smart. Sometimes, it really hits ur ego, to have smarter girls around.I didn't reply anything. Actually i didn't have anything to reply. She continued, "Razigan, U need to understand......., Don't make me to breakdown...., Even when u were explaining this rubbish physics, I could feel waves of romance and love flowing between us. I don't think, I can ever imagine a life without u. My sister will get married in a year or two. Then, we will get married and Mind it...., - Don't worry about falling hairs and all. There's lot of stuff in u that will simply overshadow ur baldness........" at last, She finished by saying, "I'm there for U ever. I love u my dear"But my mom diligently tried to follow my plan. It was March I week, and 6 months was the target. I just recieved 10 photographs by july, but nobody was meeting my specifications. My specifications were relatively very simple. I had told my mom, "I cannot spend my life with a dumb girl. She need to be intelligent, some thing like a graduate with 90% score in 12th std, but a homely... nice girl".(I told them to narrow down as much as possible before I see in person as I felt it is a sin to reject a girl.) It was a tiring drive for rest of them in the car. I was still in the excited state. The car finally stopped at a lonely single floor house somewhere 200 meters away from the Cuddalore sea beach. I was thinking, Why the hell should my dad carry me all the way to this networkless remote place on the pretext of showing me my wouldbe wife?. Her name was shanti. Father of Shanti invited us in. He started discussing about raagu's long term influence at mahadhisa in both of our life at the same time. There were only four of them - Her father, her mother, her brother and the father's daughter shanti.Already 1 hour has passed, and these oldies are seriously contemplating on a subject where I don't understand even a single word. Astami....lagnam.......bhudhan....etc. etc... He mentioned that he strongly go by the astrological views, and a proper pariharam should be the first step to proceed with this alliance. "Is he going to show me his daughter or not" I was thinking in my mind. They almost wound up, just when her father called for her daughter uttering, "In case the pandits find some suitable pariharam, We might proceed further." She appeared in a neat light blue chudithar, good looking as she was in the photograph, wished my parents, sparkled a smile on me, and went back. We set out of the place. My mom passed on Shanti's academic information to me, that she tapped in between the raaghu's 7th place discussion. Shanti is an average student and have a just pass in 12th std. We were having tea in a roadside outlet on the way back. I noticed a book on the nearby book shop, titled, "Ore varathil Arivom Jothidam and jathagam" (Learn Astrology and Horoscope in a Week). I finished the book in the four hour travel in the car.I asked my dad, after we reached home. "What is this dad, we didn't come at a decision after taking so much of pain. Even the girl doesn't seem to be an intelligent one....". My dad told that, marraige is not that easy. I replied, "come'n Dad, I accept marraige is difficult. But fixing a bride should not be difficult," ("That too for high profile Razigan", I thought in mind.). "Dad the problem is lying in the approach. We are just banking on some matrimonial magazines and that is all. We should sought out for a more professional approach. Population of our state is 5 crore, Can't we swiftly find a single lady suitable for my wife?My dad defended, "Don't look at the 5 Crore figure. Look at the number of girls eligible to marry you."Without understanding the consequence, I set out for an arguement in Madhavan's Alaipayuthe style. "Out of 5 Crores, 2.5 crores are ladies." I asked my dad back, how many will come under the castes that we are looking for. He answered, there are more than 300 castes in our state. he estimated around 2%. I said, "even that comes to 5 lakh ladies. After putting the age factor - Ladies between 20 to 24, (I was 25 then). It comes to approximately around 6% of the ladies population i.e., 30 thousand. I mean to say 30000 eligible girls in our caste in Tamilnadu."He again defended, "as per horoscope, out of 27 nakshatras, u can marry ladies from only 3 nakshatras. That reduces ur figure to 3500 odd ladies."I replied, even 3500 is a good number of ladies to pick one. He further defended, "From the above u atleast reduce 40% as already married or decided not to marry now. U should also reduce another 30% from the remaining who are either very poor or very rich, to whom we cannot approach. This brings down ur hope to 1500."I sighed..., "1500 in total TN. Ok I agree it's difficult..."My dad continued, "U just cannot get away like this my dear son. Now apply your criterias. U only wanted graduates with 90% score in 12th standard na. Now listen, only 65% of the population are literate and 70% of them passes 12th std in a year and a maximum of 1% take score around 90%. This reduces ur eligible life partners to only 10 odd ladies in total tamilnadu. ""Oh, " Shit, I spelt the word loudly in my mind. "Dad, just 10 ladies in all over tamilnadu",My dad gave a teasing smile and started to leave. Suddenly he turned back and said, "R...., U need to minus your sisters / cousin who fall under the above categories. You can not marry them." He listed 4 of them in that category leaving only... only 6. I have always appreciated my dad's intelligence but this time it is absolutely unwanted. He destroyed the "Razigan" factor in me.I optimistically replied, "Dad, I will launch a advanced bride hunting programme and will spot a beauty out of the 6." (I was just bluffing. But internally thinking "There must be some logical mistake in out calculation". But I couldn't find one).He replied thoughtfully, "Good luck my dear son, but u should also use some practical probability here. U have rejected 2 crore 49 lakh 99 thousand, 9 hundred and 94 girls for your marriage just in a 5 minutes chat. (Did I, I was wondering....), It comes around 0.00004% probability. The same applies to those girls also.You should be 1 of the 0.00004% for atleast any one of the 6 girls."I thought I might not get married at all. I should reconsider the "choosing one" funda. I got engaged to Anjana on september. She was slightly above 70% in 12th std, and a B.com III yr student. I always tried myself not to compare Anita and Anjana but it invariably happens. It can be explained as simple as that "If anjana is a Rasagulla, anita is a gulab jamun". But all these sweets come with an expiry date and a saturation limit. If u really want to enjoy these sweets for a long term, U need to keep them in a deep freezer always and factor the breaks of saturation while consumption.

The above narration is a flashback, when one of my unmarried collegue remarked to one of my ordinary questions, "Yaar, there is no thrill in arranged marraige at all as the bride is readily available........"

Urz luv"ly,
Razigan

Nonsense

2008-09-20T11:29:00.002+05:30

CH 1:"why India's GDP is not good enough?"

I think I got an answer..... -
you don't have to wait till your marraige to see a nude girl in advanced countries. Indian males had spent and spending lot of time, energy and resources in plotting strategies, writing poems, impressing, taming, seducing, and after all, restraining (u got to maintain ur clean image otherwise, The teacher will give u punch on exams). There is so much into it, that these guys couldn't manage to think out of it. U can witness at any corner of the street ("kutti chevaru"), where these guys sit in parallel queues and tallying the cosolidated marks of every girl in the locality. A rough calculation will show u 300% hike in GDP, if these guys (including me) start thinking beyond. One of my classmates responded affirmatively for my blog - 3 mistakes of my life, "I will atleast read the book for the fifth point". The height of all is the heroes like the one in the movie Autograph, who falls in love with three girls and marrying the fourth girl after spending a lot of time and energy in the construction and destruction of each love. And even after that I really wonder how these heroes like cheran, sathish look so innocent and say these are called "FEELINGS"?

This indicates that there is an amendment pending at our I std education " The basic needs of adolescent men are food, clothes, shelter and beautiful girls". My theory is very much justified in mumbai, the most modern and a high GDP city of India.
Those 10% percentage of hidden objects are dressed up so tight,"U don't really need an X-Ray for inspecting these mumbai girls". Sleeveless, backless, topless all have become or becoming common. A recently published data on two different magazines on two different subjects,80% of mumbai girls marry after 24.only 2 out of 5 mumbai girls lose virginity before 18. I leave the analysis to u.
Ch II When I speak about advanced girls, I cannot omit my relocation to mumbai for my new Job in Asian paints. Deccan airways had a tieup with this hotel(3 star, stayed for 15 days). Every now & then, U can notice a cabin crew checking in & out of the hotel. My routine is to go to the game parlour of the hotel every evening to play TT with strangers - mostly deccan girls every day. I have to admit "these deccan girls are stunningly beautiful in their casual wears - free flowing hair, low neck cum low hip t-shirts, the sweaty arm pits, knee high skirts....,". Sometimes I really had wiped my mouth. Everytime they wear a dress, they make sure that it reveals an inch of the unreavealed part of their body. That makes somebodyelse warns u that "check out the bulge at bottom". I taught TT to anita (from Delhi crew) correcting her stance, and the grip of the bat, I almost got fainted by her aroma, her partly revealing perky b**bs, & She had worn a pink shorts that hardly held her ass in it. Needless to say, I went dry alone by early morning in the bed.
Tanya, the young pilot from ahmedabad taught me to play snooker the other day. Neha and preity gave me company at dinner. On the sunday , I also swung in, inspired by the kolkata crew in bikinis in the swimming pool. I missed telling about the sweedish foreigners (andie, and rose) from capegemini, who regularly took sun bath lying down with bare back along side the pool.
At 6:00PM, I came out of the pool and had a chat with richa on the pool side, the most beautiful girl I ever had seen. She was wearing a rose low neck lacy t-shirt, a pale brown skirt and left her hair flowing freely. At 11:00 PM she said "Excuse me, I need to catch the flight". These crews stay only for few hours here and they had to catch up the next flight again. But still I can write 3 big novels about the experiences in those fifteen days. ( I chose not to tell about the sexual activities they carried out within their crew members.) I really regret being a QA manager in paints.
After that 15 days induction in mumbai with deccan girls, sleevelss hands, bare legs does not appeal me anymore. This high demand air hostess job pays only 8000 per month plus Rs 250 per hour of flying, A major junk of the 250 goes on the uglyfying materials (make up kits) for these beautiful girls. Every single girl is regretting or atleast doesn't have a pride about their job (though it was a dream earlier) as in it's core, they understood that they are simply high class waitresses. The sickest part of the job is that there is no permanant employee in air-hostesses. They are instantly out of the job if they don't meet the strict medical requirements (including their size ratios and overall weight) of the test conducted every six months. One of my friend confessed these 12th pass outs show too much of attitude. That's correct, these girls really doesnot have brains, they are really dumb when we speak about computers, commodities, engineering, management etc...., they are just english speaking machines fitted in a beautiful torso. U really have to go 5 levels down to have a long term relationships. Should I mention these baring beautiful english speaking girls as advanced...? or shall I mention the barely beautiful thunglish speaking CECRI PHD students?I sometimes felt that these girls are from some special breed of homosapiens unlike the majority indians, till the recent incident. One of my most conservative classmate mailed me to meet her when she had to hop a flight in mumbai. The image that flashed in mind was a traditional indian woman with her standard representation of her marraige..... She appeared in a blue jeans, a velvette black short shirt, with a pair of professional specs uttering, "Hi, U have changed a lot".(I do agree with the fact that jeans, probably torn jeans, has become the traditional dress of the whole world).
Ch III
I was sitting in 27A, the window seat, and I could see a mid aged fair woman in her jeans and white cotton semitransparent kurti, approaching towards me. Bingo!, her seat was 27C. As usual I started behaving polite, helpful, ...... In the course of chat,"I'm coming from London to india, after 4 years."
"That's great. I too like london. One of my cousin is there. He says it is beautiful city. How ab't ur family?"
"I don't have a family, I'm a Single."Double bingo!!
[I follow the handfull of kurals that I know, by principle. One of them is ("Piranmanai Knockadha Peranmai SanrorkuAranondro Andra Olhukhu.") The greatest discipline of great people is "The Significant Personaility trait that makes them not to watch others' wife"THough his principles are eternal and applies in practice even after an estimated 2000 years, we must admit Mr. Thiruvalluvar had no idea about the wives of recent days, In one of my visits to aquatica (a water park in Kolkata, 6 years back), my eyes got fixed to the pair of ni.. under a transparent wet white cotton bikini. nothing different fom a hungry tiger in a cage staring at a rabbit standing outside.From my back, "Hei anita, anand wants to play with u more, what r u doing here?" her husband told his sexy wife to play with his friend.Fortunately, Mr.Thiruvalluvar was not there.]
I used the prabudeva's tactic of speaking low. As she couldn't hear, took the seat of 27B to keep my voice audible to her. At once, as usual, the same guilty feeling, my beautiful WIFE'S innocent face appeared in my mind, this time along with my kid. After a brief pause I continued my chat. (I consoled my wive's image that this is not cheating. Only If I f**K it will be considered as cheating.)
"So what, U r still looking gorgeous, U can get married even right now"
Sir, U r getting too personal. So... what.., I am not looking for a relationship here, just making the most from this travel. It is as simple as that. But I have to confess u r really attractive. Trust me, I'm the gentlest man in the earth. I won't go beyond limits if u don't want to.
[She couldn't control her smile...]
oh... oh.... she uttered.
"OK. I'm destined to be single, I'm not going to get married."
"I don't understand "Destined"."
"My profession demands me to be single"
"What in the hell is such a profession?????? "
My business involve lot of travelling."
"Where?"
"Whereever my boss is going"
She slowly kept her soft left hand on my right hand in the armrest. May be accidental, But I'm happy about the swift progress, Seducing a women in almost no time, I honestly thought I am becoming an expert in this art
"What does ur boss do? "
"Anything he wants to do."
"What do u do?"
"Anything he wants me to do."
"oooh, Ok I put it this way, what actually is your profession called?"
She shyly uttered with a smirk, "ESCORT SERVICE"
Ok.... oh (It took some time for me to realize but soon enough.) My throat got suddenly clogged. What happened dear? she said.
I seriously managed to say "nothing.". I couldn't even pretend on my cell phone. she must be knowing cell phones doesnot work in flights.
I slowly said, "It was a tiring day, I'm feeling bit sleepy. ", moved on to 27A and closed my eyes. Many thoughts came by in my mind.......... expert... bullshit, seducing a prostitute........ ha ha ha. ........ she still has good looks......... control...... she must be using missionary position the most......... CONTROL CONTROL CONTROL........FORTUNATELY FLIGHT LANDED, AND I FLEW AWAY.

Urz luv"ly
Razigan
Living a life of a prodigal is bad but much better than doing nothing.