Busy! Busy! Busy!

Busy! And thats what I have been all through the last fortnight. Yep, a full 14days of complete slog. Oh! Boy! How I missed this comfy life of bloggin, checking mails & playing free-cell. These 14days I led a complete 'anti-RP' life. Yep. Starting from getting up till sleeping in night.

1. Getting up @ 6:30am!!! - I had to do so bcoz I had to be in ofc before my PL. Lossing about 3-4 hours of sleep is no joke esp during winter in B'lore.
2. Reach ofc @ 8:30am!!! - :-( No choice. Bcoz my PL reaches ofc @ 8:30! Bcoz of her I had to pitch in atleast as late as her if not earlier. :-( Poor me! This was the first time my ofc saw me earlier than 10:30! Only on the joining day did I manage to reach ofc earlier than 10:30, it was atbout 9:45.
3. No Blogging & No Replying to mails!!! - Again, hopson's choice. Had loads of work and had to finish it atleast with some considerable delay. Having lost the touch of working & reading docs, I had a real tough time keeping my eyes open everytime a PDF file opened. To top it all, I was supposed to concentrate!
4. No Sleeping in ofc! - Oh! Boy! This was the toughest I had to endure. Immediately after lunch, as though programmed, my eyes goes shut. But, the last 14 days, no way! I might even get skinned before the whole world!! Sleeping? No way! Gr8 sin!
5. Leave ofc @ 10:30pm! - Sometimes I am used to this though. But these days were different and difficult. Many days, I extended my stay for another 10-15 minutes just to go through the blogs of others. But no time to comment. And no energy too. I was sapped by 7pm that the next 3 hours was more like a hang-over.
6. Struggle in bed till 1:30am!!! - The next biggest disaster. Earlier I used to sleep even before my head hits the pillow but these days, I was so damn engrossed in the prjct that I used to wonder how am I gonna manage my PL the next day for not having completed the work!! Boy! It was indeed a struggle trying hard to sleep but cannot. I wanted to sleep bcoz the next day I had to get up at 6:30 irrespectively of sun, shine or rain. But sleep would dfntly not come to me. Kya kare?
7. NO NOVELS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! - Man! This was the biggest heart-break I had. I just was not able to read novels even in the night. Reason? Bcoz I was toooooooo tired to read but cannot sleep. Grrr..... I was completely pissed off. From the time I remember, I always snatched atleast a page of novel, be it exam, interview, or what-ever it may be. I feel incomplete without reading novel. And all of these 14 days I was without a novel! :-(

I just remembered a nice fwd I got some time ago. This fits the situation I was in, though not so completely. But could'nt resist putting this here... ;-)

Rasmus! Rasmus! Rasmus!

Rasmus! The name spells music. The name sounds musical. The name generates musical vibes. Yep. I am refering to the Rock Band "Rasmus" and about their tour to Bangalore on Dec 4, 2005. I attended this concert and, believe me, they were rocking. The concert was scheduled by 6:30pm and as usual the main performance did not begin even by 8pm. We, which included my friends Jayadev, Sameer and Anoop were in Palace Grounds by 6:45pm.

This concert was organized by 'Campus Rocks.' The event began with a rock performance by 'Presorika,' a Delhi based Rock band. Boy! These guys were rocking. This band consisted of, like Rasmus, only 4 members - 2 guitarist, 1 drummer and 1 singer. The singer was awesome. Boy! They really sound more pro than most of the VH1, MTV or V-channel artists. What grace. What performance. Classic. I really enjoyed it. Sorry was not able to get any pix of 'Prestorika' to put up. In fact, I straight away went ahead and purchased their CD from the VH1 counter that was set up. Since I like metal and this being my first metal album purchase :-) I love the songs.

Then a little before 8pm, Rasmus group came up on stage. The band member are:
1. Singer - Lauri Ylönen aka Lintu
2. Guitarist - Pauli Rantasalmi aka Tonni
3. Bass - Eero Heinonen
4. Drummer - Aki Hakala aka Hattu



Their performance for very good. Truthfully, I have never heard them but I went ahead bcoz I just had some 'gut' faith that they might be good. And, no regrets. Their songs were by large a very good collection. Though the number of audience were far less than expected still the crowd was going 'ga-ga.' Somewhere mid-way all the performers took a acoustic and sang some pretty good soothing numbers. In fact, the drummer Hattu even imitated our Indian style of English speaking while introducing a song. Pretty hilarious. Then they sang their version of 'Raghu pathi raghava...'

It was by large a very good show. I dont remember all the songs but I tried to list as much as my memory goes. If possible & if you are a Eng song lover, pls try to listen to these, they are good. And I vouch for it. :-)
1. Shameless
2. Keep your heart broken
3. Guilty
4. Funeral song
5. First day of my life

For more history on this group, pls refer to http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Rasmus Did not know that this group has been around for over a decade! Pretty good, yeah!

Walk-a-thon.... An emotional participation

Another perfect weekend! Yep, had a gr8 weekend. This post is regardin on how I spent my December 3, 2005 (Saturday). One can find another blog (Prasad's) speaking about the same event. A simple & an excellent straight forward narration, unlike mine.

Walk-a-thon was organized by Samarthanam trust. It is a trust for disabled. It was started by three visually impaired friends Mahantesh, Mudda and Nagesh. This trust is based in JP Nagar, Bangalore. This trust also has an USA website. These guys are doing some great work. This event was a walk for 7km for a cause. The cause was to create awareness around the International Day for Disabled Persons (3rd December, 2005)

Neways, this event walk-a-thon was co-sponsored by my company. And, so we happened to get some free participation passes. I was to co-ordinate from my company and did the best I could. Some 15 colleagues of mine participated in this event. Though as many as 35 employees voluteered only 15 were able to make it. For various other reasons they dropped out.

At 3pm we were to assemble in front Kanteerava Stadium. After the customary registration procedure, we proceed into the stadium for, again, customary speech & introduction for about 1/2 hour. After which we assembled for the walk-a-thon. And then a 5km race was organized inside the stadium. The participants? visually challeged ppl!!! Yep. Nearly blind and fully blind ppl participated in this race. For completely blind ppl, there was another guide who was running along with them. Can ye believe it? Blind people participating??? Boy, I was stunned.

Then the walk began, which was mostly event-less. But, once in a while, when we tend to crib about the distance to walk, we would overtake a blind, or a polio affected, or a 4yr child participants. It would be like a loud slap on our face. I almost found it like God telling me Open your eyes, Idiot! Understand how lucky you are? Remember how much have I given you? And, after all these, you still crib as though you dont have anything. Rascal. I just could'nt stand this.

After the walk-a-thon, we assembled for another roller-coaster ride for our egos. Sitting again in the Kanteerava Stadium, we witnessed some miracle. Yep. Thats how I call it as 'Miracles'. We witnessed some amazing performances from 'dis-abled' people. Lemme explain just two events that shook my complete poise.

The simplest of all was through a gal called Asha, a visually challenged artist from Samarthanam. She sang like as though she has been singing for over 100,000 years. What confidence? She performed side by side with regular cine-artists. Even the film-artists was amazed by singing. And, the best part of it was she cannot see, so she has to remember everything including the lyrics, when to stop/start, everything. This almost made feel very sad for not using my capabilities.

But the most shocking was coming next.....

This was a dance performance by visually challenged artists! Beleive me. I just could'nt handle it. There was these 2 gals dancing together. They were perfect in their synchronisation. Man, even rocket scientists will be ashamed of this synchronization This dance was called the 'Invocation dance.' During the performance, the artist danced toward a table where a statue was kept and offered flowers, bang on target!! Damn it! I would have been a little at peace if they had faltered. Too much of perfection made me go mad. I was ashamed of myself. (**Currently feeling low, again and high with goose pimples**) I feel too low in front of these people. Can ye believe it, bang on target??? Too much. Just imagine their situation.....
1. they cannot know what the other gal is doing?!!
2. they cannot know which is the front-part of the stage, length of the stage, any dimensional at all... Damn it, they dont understand what dimension mean???
3. they cannot visualize how a finger positioning will look?
4. they cannot understand that this finger position means 'peacock' and another means 'dove' bcoz they dont know what is a peacock, dove....

but damn it they performed!!! They performed as though they were normal. why? why cant they falter? why should they make me feel sooooooooooooo low & poor??? Why, damn it, why???? I feel cheap in front of them!

To make it worst, there was an awarding function for Para-olympics Gold medalist! How many of you are aware that India has atleast 3 Gold-medals in Para-Olympics??? I did not know till I went for this walk-a-thon. So much for our newspapers and sport-crazy country we live in. These are the real heros of our country and definitely not Sachin, Saurav or Dravid. These are the true heros in their lives. It is my pride and pleasure to list out their names in my blog:

1. Devendra Bevendra, Javelin Throw. Check this link:Devendra Bevendra improved his own world mark to bag the country's first gold medal in the Javelin Throw, category F44/46, at the Paralympic Games, Athens
2. Vikram Singh Adhikari, 56Kg PowerLifting. Was not able to get any article on this event. So much for sports-crazy nation.

Boy, that day was a real roller-coaster ride for my ego and threw me so off-balance that I am yet to recover. I might sound mean but I really want to out-wit them in some damn forum. Yes. I dont want to feel like sh*t. Such mentally-strong people always keep me grounded to reality & make me feel religious. And, worst, make me feel poor. I dont like it but thats the truth.....

A Tribute to Mothers

Received this mail more than once yesterday and could'nt help but posting it on my blog. This mail definitely increased my want to get my mom down here. Those who are staying away from mom can understand. Esp ppl like me, who have been away 'a-shy-short-of-decade'



I take this opportunity to tell my mom something I have never done before. Though I want to but never got myself out of the 'dont-be-silly' image to do so. Mom here I go and hope you read this:

Mom, I love you.
Hope you remain with me always

Rock Climbing was rocking....

I had a perfect weekend about 3 weeks ago. It was just the right mixture of fun and physical exhaustion.
3 weeks ago, to be precise, on 12 Nov, I had been to a rock climbing trip. Okay. Okay. Lemme go chronologically…

Few months ago, over a cup of coffee, I happened to ask my colleague what is she doing for the weekend and the reply caught my attention. Trekking. Rock Climbing. Mountaineering. I was curious. That’s how I was introduced to this group: BMC(Bangalore Mountaineering Club).

Now that I spoke of this group, lemme give a brief intro. This group is a, to quote the founder, “non-profit” organization for enthusiastic adventurers. This is more like a yahoo-group,where the guyz/galz go on an adventure trip once a fortnight. Awesome group. Filled with real enthusiasts. They falter in no step in planning. They take care of every logistics issue. To register, you gotta be refered by members, please feel free to use my info for registration. RP & http://meetrp.blogspot.com.

Okay, back to my experience. After registering, for various personal reasons I was unable to participate. I decided, come what may to participate for the next event, which was this rock-climbing event in Ramnagar, which is between Mysore & Bangalore.

On Saturday Nov 12, 2005, at 6am whom-so-ever had their means of transport (incidently I had) left towards RamNagar and for others van facility was arranged. With the new Mysore highway in progress, I enjoyed the experience & the joy of riding my Archie (that’s how I call my Pulsar 150 DTS-i). We reached the destination at about 8am and the intro session went on. There were, to be precise, about 44 ppl. I was the only one from my company and I distinctly remember a huge gang from Motorola and a considerable number from Infy. I was kinda apprehensive but these guyz are a pro in putting people at ease. I was bombared by smiling faces, greeting words & extended hands. Man! It is a different world of enthusiasts. You don’t have a choice but to like them.

We were initially given some basic exercises and were split into two groups. One for Rock Climbing & the other for Rappelling. Each of us were given some training in ‘Bouldering’, which is mini-rock climbing. Guess, I did it well. (Some self pumping is required, after all it is my blog) I belonged to the group for rock-climbing. Initially, we climbed about 50,000 steps to the top of the hill. (Some guyz, who did not know practical energy-mathematics, counted the number of steps to be 373. Crap. It was not a step less than 75,000) After which we found a flat, smooth 50 feet tall rock! And guess? We were supposed to climb this damn thing!!! I almost fainted with magnitude of impossibility. But this group (filled with professional organizers) had arranged for a group of pros to help us. These pros (damn them!!) climbed this flat plain surface of rock like a lizard and set the whole hooks & other necessary safety pins in the rock for the amateurs. Then we began; it was our chance to be lizards….

Each of us, in turn did our trial & error. It was mostly filled with errors. We were given our harness and were supposed to climb! Just a rope around the waist & climb. Each of us struggled. Stumbled. Fell and was held by the rope & harness (Thank heavens). We heard lot of screams. Pleads for help. Words of haplessness. Prayers for safe returns to ground. Shouts of ecstasy (almost rare). But nevertheless everybody gave it a shot. From my part, Damn it!, I couldn’t even climb 25 feet. I almost scrapped my knees more than once & my shoes are part of history now. All of us returned to the ground with the thought “May be I should have tried a little more”.

Anyways, after this we climbed down to the bottom of the hill by 2:30pm. (And, yeah, the return was indeed only 373 steps. What a construction! You climb up 90,000 steps and climb down only 373!!! Gr8!) Though our fingers were sour, had a sumptuous lunch. Shared our expert(!!!) advices with the other group, who had been on rappelling. We then rushed to our next event – Rappelling.

Rappelling was relatively easier. You gotta slid down the rope from top of the mountain to the bottom. Ofcourse, harness and rope are tied around your waist. The best part of this session is that, we walk on the walls of the rock. It feels great. Just imagine, walking parallel to the ground! Look at the sky and feel part of it. Feel almost like a bird. A featherless bird. I would give my dayz wager for a repeat. It was wonderful.

After this, we reached our base zero by 6pm. The best performers in both galz & boyz section were given a gift and we left to our places.

I would not do justice if I dont mention about the people I met. The best part I really enjoyed, apart from physical activity, was the guyz/galz I met. They were gr8. The following people would hopefully remember me! Lemme recollect… (Chronologically)

Ajay from Covansys,
Vijayesh not-sure-from-where,
Vinay from Infy,
Lakshmi not-sure-from-where (who was supposed to mail me & did not. Are you listening, Lakshmi???),
Madhavi, Saumya (am I still in your enemy list even after the safety ropes??? ;-), Shilpa, Kushal, Mohan-the-god and Prashanth from Motorola,
Anish guess is from Infy,
Prasad from Infy
and, yeah, from the great BMC team Roopa.

Man, these people rock. I really loved the time I spent with them. Hours rolled into seconds amidst them. Very fun loving & very very jolly-go-lucky with a lot of broad-mind. Would not hesitate to join these people anytime for any event. That day was tiring & physically exhausting but mentally and psychologically it was a gr8 boost.

This post is almost a dedication to BMC. Would love to repeat any event with this group. Hail BMC!!!

Phew! I am back....

My dear bloggers. Many of my class mates & blog friends have been angered by my silence on blog. Have been irritated by my lack of postings. Have been patiently waiting for my next post. Guess it is time to break my silence.

Before that lemme explain my silence. There was a problem. My office had blocked 'blogger'! And, worst, only for my department. Yes, you heard it right, only for my department. Meaning the rest of my office colleagues can blog and only the "chosen" 34 cannot. Poor RP was suffering even to pass 15 minutes in office without blogger. :-( Believe me, it is really really tough.

Reason for blocking? Bcoz we 34 belong to an ODC (Offshore Development Centre) and ODCs have seperate rules. And similar corporate bull-shit. I was angered.

But, I cannot fight against the great corporate without some 'chanakya' politically correct arguments. So I researched thro' the blogs and found some really good technical blogs. By show casing these technical blogs to my boss, I was able to convince him the blogger is indeed the best forum for "technical" discussions. And guess, what? He believed. :-)

And, so Ladies and Gentlemen, I was able to get this site unblocked. And this is my first blog after the inhuman blocking.

Now for those in the similar situation like mine can make use of the following technical blogs to fight for your case:
Arvind The most widely used tech blog in my argument. Every hit on this blog page was an inch toward my success. Dude, I dont know who u r but thanks.
adstech
::krishna::
amol
remco's blog

The last nail in the coffin was the following blog, who is also working in the same company:
nagarajan gopalan Buddy, you made my day. Your post(click here) was the final inch of victory.

These above blogs are really good. They write a lot of technical stuff. I enjoyed reading them. Though I searched for them only for my selfish purpose but I found them pretty good. So sure would be visiting them more often.

Deepa, sure would be more regular in my posting.

Story Tree - Their Journey

He thought it would be an ordinary journey. Standing behind the pillar he watched the train snort arrogantly into the station. With each snort he was reminded of his grandfather's words "You will fail in the city and return penniless"; with every heavenward whistle, he heard his cousin, "Don't worry. Come here and I will get you a job at the construction site." Now he had a 34-hour journey to prove one of them wrong, and he expected the excitement at the end of the journey. He looked at his ticket once again: compartment S9 berth 23.

Pushing his luggage under the seat, he sat close to the window. "Papa, when will you be back?" - his four year old daughter Munni asked innocently. He stared into those soft brown eyes of the motherless kid. He held her frail palms in his, through the window. "Munni, Papa will get you a nice gudiya from the city..Say tata," his sister spoke to the kid, to avoid an emotional outburst. In a minute, the train pulled forward, and Munni's little fingers parted from between his. "I need to go..", he thought, "I have to, at least for Munni's sake.."

The humid summer breeze and the rattling train coaxed him into an uncomfortable state of drowsy consciousness. He dreamt that Munni ran away, the closer he ran to her, the farther she was, like a mirage. He woke up with a start and squinted at his watch."What is the time please?"A smallish woman, a meek voice as if she was scared that her existence would annoy someone. Her only noticeable feature was her rather large, expressive eyes."4.30"Something made him look at the woman again. He had stopped noticing women long back. Ever since Meenakshi passed away...

But this woman was different. She reminded him of someone he knew. In an instant he realized who and the painful memories came flooding back. She looked exactly like his childhood sweetheart Madhu. As teenage lovers in a conservative society, they had often met secretly and had declared undying love for each other.
Then someone had found out and all hell had broken loose. The elders in the village Panchayat had ostracized Madhu's family as she was from a lower caste. Unable to bear the humiliation, she had committed suicide by drowning. That was twelve years back...

Could it be? Could it really be him? He seems different, weary and downcast. Oh no will he recognise me? No, I am dead to the world. Still she cautiously wrapped her saree end around her head and across her face. Behind the cotton screen, her mind drifted to happier times, languid strolls in the corn fields, games at the riverbed, his gentle caress, whispered sweet nothings, stolen glances at the temple fair.
Tempted to take one last look, she consoled herself that he wouldn't notice. Slowly
she lifted her eyes only to find Rupak staring back at her.


She quickly glanced the other way.

‘No, this girl looks too close to be any other person. She is infact Madhu!! “Hey, Madhu!” he called.

She struggled hard not to respond to that call. And successfully managed it too.

"Hey Madhu, you forgot me?” he inquired her and came closer.

The old lady sitting opposite to him was looking at this unapprovingly.

“No, you are mistaken, My name is not Madhu.. I am Supriya” she lied.

“Hey Ram!, a young girl cannot travel safely in this country without being stalked!” the old lady muttered angrily.


The girl walked briskly away from him, trying to escape his glances, as though she was hiding something, not wanting to be discovered. He stood confused, she had said her name wasn’t Madhu, and should he run after her? Or should he let it pass, after all he still had a train to catch.

His heart told him it was Madhu, followed her, all thoughts about going to the city vanished; he was on delighted to have met Madhu after such a long time. He was filled with memories of their time together. He finally caught up with her. Looking into her eyes he said ' Why Madhu? Why this to me?'


"Please dont lie to me anymore"; sounding more like the Mani he used to be ten years back when he had first met her at the Village temple, rather than the arrogant side that seemed to rule his life now. "I know it is you, nobody else but you Madhu". Tears roll down her cheecks as she tries to remember why they ended up this way. Was it destiny or fate that they had to meet now?

As she speaks up, the train which for a while had be at a halt, slowly starts to move.


She couldn’t speak out even a word. All that was seen , tears rolling down her cheeks out of happiness.


Now,he was not in a state to loose her again .Though they didn’t speak any word ,everything was clear .

Now also ,they were able to read what was running in each others mind.


He slowly held her palms into his. She couldn’t stop him though she wanted too.


For a moment ,they forgot everything.All that was felt,they want to live a new life together.


He later discovered that both were going to the same construction site for the job..

Same job at the same construction site?!! Same destination?!! He was too shocked to react.
"How could this be possible?" he wondered. His mind went reeling to the past. The hidden past. The past of which he wanted no more.
"Remember? Remember Mani??? 5 years ago…" his mind talking. He does not like to be called Mani but his mind was not listening. His mind, which always was within his control, was rolling back to the past.
"5 years ago in the train. Both you & Madhu to the same destination unknown to eachother just like today. That's when it happened…"

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Everything below the dashed line above should be copied and pasted with every accepted tag)

This is a Story Tree and is best nurtured as follows:
1. A blogger can add only 90-100 words (not more or less) at a time
2. All previous snippets of 90-100 words need to be copied before the new set of 90-100 words are appended.
3. Each entire snippet should be linked to the respective author (and not just the first sentence or so)
4. Characters, scenes, etc. can be introduced by an author5. Bizarre twists, sci-fi, fantasy sequences are best avoided.
6. A tag must be accepted within 7 days else the branch is a dead branch
7. After appending 90-100, the Story Tree can be passed on to at most 3 bloggers.
8. If more than 1 branch leads to a blogger, s/he is free to choose any one of them but cannot mix the snippets of the individual branches.
9. The Story Tree is best left to grow than concluded
10. Please attach the image of the Story Tree below with each accepted tag (the link address can be copied and used).



I would like to tag:
PV
Praveen (Sorry Dude. Without permission hope you will be a sport!)
Prasad (Sorry Dude. Without permission hope you will be a sport!)

Birthday Update

Writing to one & all. Blindly follow what-ever has been suggested...

CARE IS THE MOST SWEETEST FORM OF WORD;
BIRTHDAY IS THE BEST DAY IN THIS WORLD.
WISHES THAT FLY PAST OVER OUR HEAD
PUSHES US ON THE NOSTALGIC ROSE BED.

SO, WITH MIND FULLY COMPOSED AND CALM
PLEASE FILL UP THE BDAY REMINDER FORM
HELP ME TO MAKE YOU FEEL MORE & MORE HAPPY.
ALL SAID & DONE. SIGNING OFF WITH LOVE - rp.

pls dears follow the link below and help me fulfill my promise of "WISHING YOU ON EVERY OF YOUR B-DAY".

Click here to update your birthday Info
OR
Copy and paste this link (http://www.BirthdayAlarm.com/dob/9800086a986841b363) in your browser. :-)

Simple Isn't it?

AR Rehman Show...

WARNING: This text contains some interesting news that might be found violating this groups norms & procedures. In that case, the reader is fore-warned not to proceed further in case:
1. He/she does not have enough free time.
2. He/she is impatient and can not understand "BUTLER" English.
3. He/she has actually returned home thinking ARR show was cancelled.

Dear All

ARR! The name gets beats to our feet. Rhythm to our hearts. Music to our mind. And smile to our souls. The name rejuvenates our passion to music. The name is music.

The whole of the world wants to listen to the creation of ARR. So did I. I convinced myself & my financier (again myself) that I need to attend this concert at any cost. (**Yep! It did cost me a fortune**). Well, since I was trying to convince myself it was easier. I finally managed to get hold of one ticket (**Don't ask the cost**) just dayz before the concert.

The day arrived. At last. My wait of over 48 hours has finally come to an end. Phew! I was eagerly waiting for this day just like a child waiting for a ice-cream. On that day, the sun was bright. The wind breezy. The climate awesome. The mood romantic. The right climate for the concert, I thought. The show was at 7pm and flood-gates opens at 5pm. Time in my watch says 4Pm. Time to get ready. After all, ARR in town.

Was ready in record time. With all smiles & songs on my lips I put my new woodland shoes & stepped outside..... Its raining!! :-( Raining cats & dogs! Raining as though God suddenly remembered & sent down the arrears on the same day! I cursed the rain. But, no I shall not return. Bcoz I decided I need to attend this concert at any cost. I put on my rain-jacket & drove to Palace Ground.

Entered in to the arena. It was near empty. Just a few souls scattered around. It was almost looking empty. EMPTY!!! :-O Where the hell is the stage? The place was looking more a normal ground; did not even give a hint of any concert. I immediately sprang into a huge search. After a while, some where at a distance I saw some structure which vaguely reminded me of a stage. Upon nearing found that it was indeed a stage bcoz I did see a single mike hanging!!! And the anchor (**complete waste**) was blabbering.

Wanting to investigate I took one more step. Whoosh!! Another bout of heavy rains. Looking around I was kinda happy see some people running for some cover in a distance corner. Any case I was completely drenched. But for nothing else to do, I did follow suit and took cover. Few minutes rolled by and the anchor was still on the mike... Wondering what to do... Shud I return home & waste the money spent? Shud I wait till the show starts & rain stop? Shud I just..

Clap! Clap! Clap!

Oops! Did I miss something? The stage suddenly seemed to be a bundle of activity. The crowd alive. Not minding the rain I ran towards to stage lest I miss something. It was some one else on the stage. A short funny guy with the mike & rattling something in Hindi. Suddenly, he started a song. "Allah ke Bande Hasde..." Oh! Kailash Kher! He was surprisingly tooo small. He was there only to cheer up the crowd & promised us that they would perform come what may.

Again, silence from stage in front & thunders from skies above. Rain incessant. But I was anyways drenched till the second layer of skin. So no point in taking cover. Moreover, there were some good looking chicks standing next to me. Totally wet. 3 of them in total. Good looking & more important, wet! ;-) So why miss this opportunity.... I stood grounded.

When I was about to initiate conversation... Clap! Clap! Clap! Who? Sivamani! I mean, 'Drums' Sivamani. Wow! He rolled his way to glory. He too was there only to cheer us up & make sure we stay.

Okay! Sivamani finished & stage is again silent. Time to initiate conversation with these gals. Okay! How shall I start? Mmm.... Okay. Lemme ask about the weather. Crap! How about their interest towards music? Another crap! Obviously they are interested else why are they here. Fine, may be how about... Clap! Clap! Clap! Who the hell is that again? ARR!!! Wow! He too was there only to cheer us up. But apart from that he gave an opportunity for me to start chatting with these chicks. :-) Believe me I chatted till my mouth was paining. ;-)

Few minutes rolled by.... Rain stopped... Show started with a bang. Literally! They started their show with a song from 'Yuva'. Then on the songs poured down as heavy as the rain did. You name the singers they were there. Hariharan. Chitra. Kailash Kher. Alka Yagnik. Shanker Mahadevan. Blaaze. SivaMani. Phew! It was mind-boggling. And yeah, how can I forget? Sukwinder Singh & Sadana Sargam. Man! It was a star-raining nite.

Songs were of all mixes. Fast rhythmic. Slow soothing. Punjabi Bhangara. Northy techno. Every song was better the previous. First Hari Haran sings followed by Sukwinder. Then Sadana Sargam pairs up with Hari again. Then the unmatched Chitra. If this was not getting your adrenalin pumped up enough then Kailesh Kher comes up. If this is not enough music to drown you, Shanker Mahadevan & ARR pair up. Holy Christ! This was all I could do not to go overboard with music.

When all of us kinda relaxing & trying to get back our enthusiasm & adrenalin back to normal, Sivamani does a 25minute solo. And guess what? We are on dance floor even before a blink of an eye. Jesus! This was a hell of a show to attend.

The program ended about 12:30 midnight. The rain suddenly began. It was as though Lord Varuna was also immersed in ARR music! And he released towards the end he had not done his duty!!! I drove back to my home. Actually, I shipped back home. After drying & changin to pyjamas, plunged on my bed.

Well, I was hell-worthy to attend this show. I was happy to myself. With smile fixed on my lipz, I slept.

"Oh! NO!" I woke up with a start. I had forgotten to note down the number of those chicks.... :-(

About our double date....

This is after a double date with Kama & his gf with Sandy & me. It was a nice one. The recepients are Mahesh K, Chennai and Sandhya, Chennai

Thinking about Kama & Sri.....
He is dark, atheletic and handsome. (**sometimes I tell lies**)
She is fair, pretty, cute & wholesome.
His looks are deceptive & naughty.
She is a hallmark of high serenity.

With starkingly low similarity & high differences
yet together they are perfect beyond any guesses.
Thoughts ran in my mind when I saw together
was "This guy is a damn lucky bugger!"

They seemed more happy than anyone I've seen
Their joy seems similar to that of any teen.
When he was walking along holding hand of her
They just seemed to be 'MADE-FOR-EACHOTHER'

Thinking about Sri.....
Angelic beauty that she definitely is
wondering how in the world did I miss!!
Heard that she did study in my school.
Having missed such a beauty I am fool!!

Heard her to be gorgeous and simply cute
still when she smiled I went totally mute!
This stupid collection of words is a tribute
to my friends gf, who is lovely & very cute.

Random collection of words....

This is to my first crush in my life. She is an angelic beauty. She has such a homely look. Equalled only by her behaviour. She has an enchantin smile. I can go on for a life time just describing her & that is not what this blog is all about. ;-) This was after I had a date with her in Vellore. Her name is Sai Sailaja, Vellore.

Angelic beauty that she definitely is
wondering how in the world did I miss.
Such Looks. Such Smiles. Such serenity.
But, I am not her boy-friend is such a pity.

Knew her to be gorgeous and simply cute
still when she smiled I went totally mute!
Few hours spent with her was simply great
Was praying to make it an endless date.

Never spent such a good lovely time ever.
She was a beauty. Witty & highly clever.
Now & then she was cracking a dirty joke.
Jealous guyz around called me "A lucky bloke"

She was in a sexy pink-black combo
with difficulty I withheld my virgin vow!
When every guy in town was openly gaping
I knew I am next to a 'fatty' Cinderella in making.

Wondering what did we do on that date.
Nothing but talked. Walked. And ate.
But still was worth every effort & dime.
I will remember this date for a life time.

Wish with her I could be on an eternal date
but her boy-friend would show me heaven's gate.
Lucky him who-ever she really loves
Bcoz he is taking a lucky angel to his house.

Any complaints of Vellore becoming hotter?
Close your eyes & simply blame it on her.
This stupid collection of words is a tribute
to this lovely reader who is very very cute.

Your contact number plz...

This is to a dearest sweet lovely gal. She is a cute gal with a enchanting smile. I liked her. I wanted to be a good boy-friend of her. But realized it was impossible. I still like her. But she has always been snubbing all my attempts. I lost hopes. :-( This beauties name is Mohana Priya aka Reenu, Bangalore

O the most beautiful damsel ever to be born!
Here I am without your number in deep mourn!
If thy can grace me with just a few digits,
that will fill all of my hearts abyssical pits.

Hearing your voice is like water in a desert
but currently am dying out of extreme thirst.
Why, my dear, is this defeaning high silence
Plz give ur number, which is my life's essence.

I came to your place to show off my mobile anew
which I wanted only one to see first and thats you.
But as the fate would have it you were not there
Later I became unimaginably damn busy out here.

All digits of ur num in order I wish I could rmmbr
So sometime I can atleast dial those number
And talk to my gal when I am totally down & out
Tired of working too hard. (**Note the time this mail was sent out**)

Hope these few collection of words that I penned
for my most dearest & most beautiful girl friend,
is sufficient for you to reply with your number!!
This time I shall memorize & always remember.

Sorry....

This was again a Sorry mail. This is for un-necessarily taking up name of a friend, who un-wittingly became a victim of chain mail. Her name is Shilpa Rajan, Pune

I am truly sorry for what I have done.
Feeling like shooting myself with a gun!
My intention was in no way to hurt you.
I am now drowned in the sea of high rue!

I did not think before I penned the reply.
May be, I should be thrown in hot oil to fry!
Realized only after I hit the send button.
Now filled with guilt weighing little over a ton.

Thought would immediately mail you seperately
but was hoping that you will overlook it simply!
Now having heard/seen the choas I created.
Feeling my soul very deflated & badly punctured!

To simply reverse the clock, if I had the power
will promise. Will not repeat the mistake. Never.
Will you forgive this stupid & silly crazy nut(read RP)?
And please give that smile of yours that is very chirpy.

Sorry! Sorry! Sorry!

Guess I am becoming a master in Sorry mails. This was penned down to patch up the biggest hole I made in our relationship. But as the fate would have it the relationship slipped furthur down the big abyss of no-comeback. Guess this angered her so much so that she mis-took my true call for friendship and broke away for ever. Kya kare? Life's like that.... This babes name Aishwarya B, Bangalore

Acquaintances are many, friends are few
But nobody is so special to me as you;
You are very important and the most dearest
Losing a friend like you? I would be stupidest!

If only I was given the most supreme power
will definitely reset the time on the clock tower;
Wil rewind to a day behind by week or two,
And never commit the biggest mistake - hurt you.

THe first time in the history of my whole life
'REGRETTING' I am about the unnecessary strife.
Though I have hurt you beyond words can measure
but 'you & your friendship' is what I treasure.

Its long since you gave me even a slight glance,
please dont torture me! Gimme one more chance.
Please do talk to me. Date me. Call me like before
without your sms-es my life have befome a total sore.

I know I am too selfish and a foolish bore
but please do call me and talk to me as before.
Days we may spend on this Earth are just a few
So plz return by closest ever girl friend - YOU!

.................................This hurt me!!!

This is to my then-close friend. We were really really close. In fact, I never been more close to anybody else. But this mail, in which I really intended to help her, actually blew our relationship apart. Till date she never speaks to me. In fact, she loathes me soooooooo much that she would never even wish me a birthday wish. :-( Any ways, I guess, this is the way world goes. The recepient is Aishwarya B, Bangalore.

Aish,

It is very long since we even saw each other
Let alone speak, go on date or move further!
Are these sudden disappearances subtle avoidances?
Or, just heights of inevitable co-incidences??

...............................................Don't know!!!

I agree I am definitely not the kool & the best dude
but this is what surprises me in you & your attitude;
Day 1 - with you over the phone 5 hours just flew
Day 2 & Day 3 the same but Day 4 where are you??

Your mood extremities are too hot to handle
Trying to understand you I always stumble
Don't get me wrong, me not saying you bad
As a close friend, refining mistakes you had.

You wanted to know why I was angry toward you??
Delayed this long enuf to drive the nail inches a few!
I could have told you on that very day but restrained
Bcoz you would not have changed but only deeply pained.

Friendship means, to me, caring & sharing everything
Will tell you everything even if you are a queen or a king.
But you didn't tell me your pay hike, which was important
Or is it that you did not find ME that very important???

...............................................This hurt me!!!

Courtesies are not meant only for acquaintances,
but should be a part of each & every sentences!
But your NO has no courtesy in it what so ever
Remember, lack of it makes even marriages end sooner.

...............................................This hurt me!!!

I know very well that one cannot be best to all always
But at least be there. This might favor your case!
Your sudden sullen silence is very much deafening
I would consider this not as busy but same as avoiding.

...............................................This hurt me!!!

Do you know that you are so very impulsive mostly?
This seen in a leader like you will make people flee!!
You tell some things, which does not carry any value
They are just mere words from your mouth it flew.

...............................................This hurt me!!!

You are such a nice, good, sexy & talented intellect
But the above qualities of you have negative effect.
The above were not penned to hurt the good you
But to remove mistakes repeatedly made by you.

After you reading this am not expecting any response
These were just to make you "A Rose sans Thorns."
Anyways, if you still planning to continue your silence
It is fine by me. Guess, I can handle your absence.

GOOD LUCK!!! Good Bye.... :-(