People Blog..!!! But Why..???

People Blog..!!! But Why..???

People blog…!!! But Why..??? Do anyone know the answer for these..???? Well I have some opinion on this… and not personalized to myself but customized to all others who are reading & writing blogs..!!!

People normally in this busy world as of today’s condition people take it as pleasure way to release their stress rather than on stress ball. They just scribble some A-ve rated slang words to make a sentence and push it on “www” and leave their followers to follow up the rest… Haha…!!! This is one of the types of people who call off out of routine life.

Next category comes for those who try to match and race competently in today’s world. They just like to be the talk of town and grumble the attention of all those who were never listed them before. They just want to be conspicuous diamond between rest of stones. They write something which is very familiar between us in day to day and pull the subject to the farthest stretch that’s possible until one can read and other have patience to hit the keyboard. But all together after putting all sweat in piece of paper and wasting all big day time… the reader will be left with one simple question… “Was it really required to pull one single line sentence to so many paragraphs.???” Really these people never bother what other’s write but they are keen watcher’s on their comment board rather than understanding what the reader may understand or not. Now-a-days these people fantasy not only limits the blogs but also newspapers..!!! Even such newspapers do fail to understand what these writers are trying to bug up all together. They even fail to understand is it publicity stunts for those timeless writers or for themselves…LOL..!!! I have read so many articles which just remains in mind as waste of time & energy…pity on such writers..!!! Painful act is they even involve some social “www” for free publicity.

Third category comes for those who work on to write because the side bencher writes. Its not like they themselves want to express some realistic thoughts. But like I am writing because somewhere someone is writing. And later they want to circulate among friends and enemies to waste their time in punching keyboard to put down comments.

Fourth category is pure publicity. They write in blogs, in newspaper and sometimes weekly magazines. They want themselves to be recognized in between the four concrete walls. I have seen many articles there wont be anything really to be delivered or informative. But they just freak the reader by explaining even the velocity and force required to punch a nail. And later explain every punch in detail.

Fifth category is surrendered to those who daily take new words dosage as part of their routine and experiment ocean of new words on sheet of white paper. Haha… first itself people hardly make time to read the blog…On top of that if these bloggers omit tons of English & English related words… who has time to open a dictionary in alternate tab and search the meaning of what they actually want to say.???

Its not like there are good bloggers. There are many in quantum but tracing out is 1 in 1000. Is this the way to exploit the facility given by the corporate or the facility given by Internet.

After scratching every hair of my head I came to a conclusion.. Is this all required????Please don’t mess up the life with more of such blogs which may be the reason to roll up some one in deeper crate . If you people are really stressed out then help yourself to release from that rather that pulling someone else to the pit… So dear bloggers please give good blogs that gives some relaxing, informative, share some experience, & try to put it in simple words so that it can be understood by any common men who can join the letters & makes words and hence can understand a sentence. Make that sentence informative rather than confusing that laymen.

Cheers J

ಕೆಫೆ ನಾಗಶ್ರೀ (ಸಷ್ಯಹಾರಿ)

ಕೆಫೆ ನಾಗಶ್ರೀ (ಸಷ್ಯಹಾರಿ)

ಅದೊಂದು ಸುಂದರ ಮುಂಜಾನೆ… ಸೂರ್ಯನ ಕಿರಣಗಳು ಭೂಮಿಯನ್ನ ಚುಮ್ಬಿಸುನ ಮುನ್ನ ನಮ್ಮ ಮಜೆಸ್ಟಿಕ್ ನಿಂದ ಬಂದ ಬಸ್ಸುಗಳು, ಆ ಕಡೆ ಈ ಕಡೆಇಂದ ಬಂದ ಕಾರು ಬೈಕುಗಳು ತಮ್ಮ ಚಿತ್ರ ವಿಚಿತ್ರ ಧ್ವನಿ ಕಹಳೆಗಳಿಂದ ನಮ್ಮಅಂತ ಬಡ ಬ್ರಾಹ್ಮಣ ಬಾಲಕರ ನಿದ್ದೆಗೆದಸುತ್ತಿದ್ದವು ..... ಆಹಾ .ಸುಂದರ ಕನ್ಯೆಯರಿಂದ ಹಾಳಾಗಬೇಕಿದ್ದ ನಿದ್ದೆ..... ಹಾಳಾದ ಈ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿನ ವಾಹನಗಳ ಕರ್ಕಶ ಶಭ್ದಕ್ಕೆ ಅಲಾರಂ ಇಲ್ದೆ ಏಳುವ ಪರಿಸ್ತಿತಿ ನಮ್ಮದಾಗಿದೆ …

ಹಾಗು ಹೀಗೂ ಹೊರಳಿ ಕೊನೆಗೂ ಎದ್ದೆ …. ಸ್ನಾನ ಮುಂತಾದವುಗಳನ್ನ ಮಾಡಲು ಯಾವ ತರಹದ ಉತ್ಸಾಹವು ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ … ಅದರೂ ಕಚೇರಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಸಹ ವರ್ತಿಗಳಿಗೆ ತೊಂದರೆ ಆಗಬಾರದೆಂಬ ಒಂದೇ ಉದ್ದೇಶಕ್ಕೆ ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಬೆಳಗಿನ ದಿನಚರಿ ಕೆಲಸಗಳನ್ನ ಮುಗಿಸಿ ಹೊರಟೆ.

ಪಕ್ಕದಲ್ಲೇ ಇದ್ದ ಒಂದು ಉಪಹಾರ ಗೃಹಕ್ಕೆ ದುಮುಕಿದೆ…ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇದ್ದ ಭಕ್ಷಕಗಳ ಪಟ್ಟಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ತಿಂಡಿಗಳನ್ನ ನೋಡಿದೆ … ಮನೇಲಿ ಹೇಳಿದ ಒಂದು ವಾಕ್ಯ ಕಿವಿಯ ತೂತನ್ನು ಕೊರೆಯುತ್ತಿತ್ತು .. “ಎಣ್ಣೆ ಪದಾರ್ಥಗಳನ್ನ ತಿನ್ನಬೇಡ…ಇನ್ನು ದಪ್ಪ ಆಗ್ತಿಯ ಅಂತ …” ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಒಂದು ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಬೇರೆ ಯಾವ ತಿಂಡಿಯೂ ಎನ್ನೆರಹಿತವಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ .. ಸರಿ ಅಂತ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಹೇಳಿದೆ …ಹಮ್ ಆ ದಿನ ಕಳೆಯಿತು …ಮಾರನೆ ದಿನ… ಅದೇ ಹಾಡು ಕಿವಿಯಲ್ಲಿ ಅದೇ ತಿಂಡಿ ಉಪಹಾರ ಗೃಹದಲ್ಲಿ…
ದಿನಗಳು ಕಳೆದವು ..ನನ್ನ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ತಿನ್ನುವ ತವಕ ಹೆಚಾಗುತ್ತಲೇ ಹೋಯಿತು …ದಿನದಿಂದ ದಿನಕ್ಕೆ ನನ್ನ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಸಂಬಂಧ ಘಾದವಾಗಿ ಹೋಯ್ತು … ಇಡ್ಲಿ ತಿನ್ನುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಪುನನಾಗುತ್ತ ಹೋದೆ…ಕಡಿಮೆ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಿ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಯಾ ಪೂರ್ಣ ಸ್ವಾದವನ್ನ ಅನುಭವಿಸುವ ಹೊಸ ವಿಧಾನವನ್ನ ಕಂಡುಹಿಡಿದಿದ್ದೆ… 

ನನಗಿಂತ ಆ ಉಪಾಹಾರ ಗೃಹದ ಮಾಲೀಕ ಮತ್ತು ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ ಕೆಲಸದವರು … ನನ್ನ ಇಡ್ಲಿಯ ಹುಚ್ಚನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ …ಆ ಮಾಲಿಕನು ನಾ ಬಂದ ಕೂಡಲೇ ಚೀಟಿ ಹರಿದು ತಯಾರಿದುತಿದ್ದ… ಅಲ್ಲಿಯ ಕೆಲಸದವರು ಇನ್ನು ಒಂದು ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಮುಂದೆ ಇರುತ್ತಿದ್ದರು ….ಮಾಲೀಕ ಚೀಟಿ ಹರಿಯುವುದರಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮುಂಚೆ ಅವರು ಇಡ್ಲಿ ತಟ್ಟೆಗೆ ಹಾಕಿ ಸಾಂಬಾರ್ ಹಾಕಿ ಚಟ್ನೆ ಹಾಕಿ ತಯಾರಿದುತಿದ್ದರು…  So sweet ಅಲ್ವಾ …ಹಹಹ …  ಹೀಗಿದೆ ನನ್ನ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಪುರಾಣ ... ಇದು ಕಳೆದ ೩ ತಿಂಗಳಿಂದ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತಲೇ ಬಂದಿದೆ..  ಮುಂದೆ ಇನ್ನೆಸ್ತು ದಿನ ನಡೆಯುತ್ತೋ ನೋಡುವ... :)

1 New Message

You have 1 New Message

“You have 1 New Message” Beeped at my phone screen….I checked in…!!!! It was a message from my “SHE “ friend…being typed “I want to ask you something.. Shall I ask???” I typed “Ok Go head” & sent back the reply. The next message beeped in… in 2 more minutes..!!! hundreds of thoughts gambled in mind trying to draw out what might be the question from her end…!!!!

Its not my fault…Its quite common in this age or to such messages generating curiosities… I do agree that gals have potential to generate curiosity to pull the guys towards themselves and this scene was not much different than those. As soon as I got next Message… My finger pulled it n opened to see what exactly she meant to say me…!!! And I was stunned to see something strange and unusual in that… It said..” What’s your pay-scale??” …. Now what’s more needed for me to get shrinked…because till now even my papa never asked so directly ..hahaha.. Later I asked her back “Is it any interview question??? “ LOL.. she told “Its kind off…” LOL I thought … “How Mean” I talked to myself saying that I shall never get into cradle with such a gal who would be ready to tie for my money… & not the living ME… Then later one more message pinged back saying that she got a proposal for which she was getting ready and he was a Civil Engineer…. Oh God…!! This was grey day for me to face without seeing one’s face and to answer such a pathetic question. Later I asked her… “Why are you asking like that? Do you think that Civil Engineer don’t earn or cant feed themselves??” For that she told “Its because to know whether will have better growth & money at the later stage of life…” I was stunned to see a gals mentality and the thought process that how she thinks about her life partner…I replied.. If you so much targeting money for rest of the life .. its better to target a Businessmen or Politician or some Gulf Shiek.. who can float you in money n make like sweeter as per your prospective…..and the argument continued….and it ended with a tragic end…!!!

But one thing I got to know about the present scenario… that gals are not as we think…!!! There are such kind of gals also on earth who live for money and have a basic mis-consumption that only Software Engineers are the only people who is called & recognized as Engineers on Earth. And the others are just …. no more to say I guess….I had a sharp edge sentence to tell her that “ Civil Engineers Do earn enough bread for their Life”.

Hope my conclusion satisfies all those other than Software Engineers… 

Sorry Bird...!!! I Couldn't make you fly again... !!! :(

Prologue
All incidents & creatures coming in this below blog are true and closely related with today’s life.

A tight meal had made the boring Monday bit better than as usual. Myself with my two colleagues sipped the chilled buttermilk and watered ourselves and started pedaling. Dusky Sun scorching our heads, dusty roads and more dusty footpaths. Unfortunately we are padded with shoes… Henceforth were forced to choose the dustiest footpaths to make our way to office.
Both others were ahead and I was left behind with the empty cup of buttermilk. I crushed it & stepped ahead. I was barely moving…and few steps after..I found a species with two legged & two wings lying on ground.!!! Oh that was a sparrow….I recognized… Oh god!!! Suddenly my mind struck … Why god is so cruel… it was numbering its last breathe…!!! I couldn’t stop myself from helping such sweet n small creature…!!! 
But on one condition… I should not touch it with hands…!!!! If I do so..Then the other birds of her community won’t let it into their group and they surely would crunch its life by piercing with their sharp beaks and turn it dead..!! which I dint wanted to happen. So I told my colleagues to get some water & paper. One of them rushed to fetch some water and the other went to get a paper .We collected it onto paper for fetching water and give her some strength to fly again.
We tried to fetch her some water. She was trying to breathe and suck some drops…  This situation had no sound to tell really what’s happening to her. But it had all message to convey that she is not able to respire and her condition was no more than a creature counting last minutes on her death bed… … She tried her best to make herself relived but the nature had some other call for her .Its breathe started slowing down and the moments of her chest & tummy gradually got slow…until it had its last breathe to pull…  in next few seconds she told heart crunching soundless good bye to this world and flied away invisibly 
It might have sucked a drop of water as a whole but made me to drop two drops of salty tears . Later I threw that water glass aside and was counting my steps back to office alone. I was thinking why God is so cruel.. but suddenly three big cell phone towers were standing infront to welcome me. My mind strucked with the thought that it was not the God Almighty who has done this damage but these visible towers which expel enormous radiations… makes all these disturbance in the nature… I felt sorry for the mobile phone that I was using… Man has evolved a lot but equally disturbed the nature to unrepairable extent  To the present day…man cannot live without cell phones. With the same he is not allowing other species to live also which has equal right to live on earth. Really shame on our path to be so called evolved…
I whole heartedly oppose these type of civilization that has condemned life of other species on earth and resulted in the imbalance of nature. Japan’s disaster is one such wake up call for humans from nature. Now he should get ready to answer all his disasters done to the Mother Earth. Once again sorry bird…  I couldn’t make you fly again…

A Night in Majestic 3G !!!

A Night in Majestic 3G !!!

It was a freezy starving night. I was rushing to a place where I can feed my lonely empty stomach. It was past 5 minutes to 9.45 pm and I had to rush to bus by 10.15 pm. And the bus stood around 500mts away from food court.

I sipped a cup of curd rice in 5 minutes to fulfill the minutes balance between the bus and food plate. It was 7 mins more I had to be back on stand. I finished off everything in time and featured out in time. I passed all the stores & people atlast on the lane to reach my stop.

Hmmm I saw different colored people within that small area belonging to many different races & religion gathered in same place…!!! Haha where else we can see these diversity in a single hub..!!!??? Haha its Bangalore Majestic Saturday Night..!!! Thickly populated with random peoples around across the states & also globe finding their way out to move & reach their destinations…!!! LOL J

In between these normal peoples I found a girl black & white youthly dressed may be around 24 rambling around a lady may be in left & right of 35. Both were busy in some discussion. The picture came clear as I cleared some more distance. She was in white saree but actually she was not she. It was Heshe… I hope u all understood… Yup .. the 3^rd Gender…

I kept on walking further neglecting the prior strange look and moved for 2 more mins and reached my place where I could get my Bus to home. Actually my reason to travel all 367 kms home was also unique. It was to cut my hand nails lol… J quite conspicuous matter… J

I was worrying about where shall I see my bus and my eyes started searching all the while on front end… Henceforth forgot to check back. Seconds later I realized some shadow accompanied me in searching same bus lol… I got a sudden U turn…!!!! And what I found..!!! Bhoommmm!!! Can anyone believe it..??? It was the same white dressed girl and that Heshe was some footsteps apart..!!! I was like my temper gone down sudden and if somebody had checked literally my body temperature with a thermometer… there could find the real difference in temperature between foot & head… Really it would be astonishing fact. I could feel the temperature dropping down bit by bit… I was like some people gets accidentally captured in gigs & Laughs shows. Every other humans around were staring at me as to know what shall be my next move. I was stunned for a while. That girl so openly & so near…!! Ufff…!!! I stepped back n with a high sigh of relief gasped into crowd…!!! And made myself realized that I am no more in the show…!!!

Uffss first time in life I had ever experienced such a panic situation lol…!!! I had a sigh of relief and shall never ever forget this night with 3G in Majestic…LOL J !!! 3 G ever meant 3rd Generation for the world ... But I had something different to mean... for me that night 3G meant 3rd Gender... LOL J

ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿ.. ಒಂದು ಮೆಲುಕು...!!!

ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿ.. ಒಂದು ಮೆಲುಕು...!!!

ಎಲ್ಲರಿಗು ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿ ಹಬ್ಬದ ಹಾರ್ಥಿಕ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು !!!

ಸಂಕ್ರಾಂತಿ ಎಂದ ಕೂಡಲೇ ನೆನಪಿಗೆ ಬರುವುದು ಎಳ್ಳುಬೆಲ್ಲ ... ಮನೆ ಮನೆ ಹೋಗಿ ಹಂಚಿ ತಾವು ಸವಿದು ನಲಿವ ಒಂದು ಸುಂದರ ಹಬ್ಬ...

ಹಮ್... ಎಲ್ಲಾ ಒಂದು ನೆನಪು ಅಸ್ಟೆ ಈಗ.. ಅದೊಂದು ಕಾಲ ಇತ್ತು... ನಾವು ಊರಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿರೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ದೆ ಇರೋ ಎಲ್ಲರ ಮನೆಗೂ ಹೋಗಿ ಎಳ್ಳು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಹಂಚಿ ಬರುತಿದ್ದೆವು. ಆದರೆ ಈ ಬಾರಿ ನಾನು ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋದಾಗ ಕಂಡ ಸಂಗತಿಯೇ ಬೇರೆ. ನಾನೇನೋ ದೊಡ್ಡವನಾದೆ... ಮನೆ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ ಎಳ್ಳು ಹಂಚುವುದು ಅಸ್ಟೊಂದು ಚಂದ ಕಾಣದೆ ಇರಬಹುದು. ಆದರೆ ನಮ್ಮ ಊರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಚಿಕ್ಕ ಸಿಳ್ಳೆ ಪಿಳ್ಳೆಗಳಿಗೇನು ಕಡಿಮೆ ಇರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಪೊಂಗಲ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಮಧ್ಯಾನದ ಊಟ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದಿಂದಲೇ ಆಗಿತ್ತು. ಆದರೆ ಸಂಜೆಯ ವೇಳೆ ಆಗಲಿ ಅಥವಾ ಬೆಳಗಿನ ಸಮಯದಲ್ಲಾಗಲಿ.. ಎಳ್ಳು ಡಬ್ಬಿ ಹಿಡಿದ ಒಂದು ನರ ಪ್ರಾಣಿಯೂ ಕಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಕಾಣಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಅದೇನೂ ಎನೋ... ಮನೆಯ ಮಜಿನ ಮೇಲೆ ಇಟ್ಟಿದ್ದ ಎಳ್ಳು ಹಾಗೆ ಬರಿದಾಗುತಿತ್ತು.. ಅದಾರೆ ಎಲ್ಲೂ ವಿನಿಮಯ ಆಗದೆ ಸೋತಿತ್ತು. ಅಂತೂ ಕೊನೆಗೂ ಮೇಲ್ಗಡೆ ಮನೆ ಹುಡುಗಿ ಎಳ್ಳು ಕೊಡಲು ಬಂದಳು. ಅವಾಗ ಅಂದುಕೊಂಡೆ... ಅಂತೂ ಸಾರ್ಥಕವಾಯ್ತು ಅಂತ.. ಆದರೆ.. ತಲೆಯಲೆಲ್ಲೂ ಒಂದು ಕಡೆ ಆ ಯೋಚನೆ ಕೊರಿಯುತ್ತಲೇ ಇತ್ತು.

ಆಗ ನಂಗೆ ಹೊಳೆದದ್ದು ಈಗಿನ ಶಿಕ್ಷಣ ಹಾಗು ಸ್ಪರ್ದಾತ್ಮಕ ಯುಗದ ಬಗ್ಗೆ. ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಓದುವುದು ಬರೆಯುವುದು ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಮತ್ತೊಂದು ವಿಷಯದ ಕಡೆ ಕಣ್ಣಾಡಿಸಲು ಸಹ ಪುರುಸೊತ್ತಿರೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ಮನೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಒತ್ತಡ ... ಶಿಕ್ಷಕರಿಂದ ಒತ್ತಡ ...ಸಹಪಾಟಿಗಳೊಂದಿಗೆ ಬೆರೆಯಲು ನಲಿಯಲು ಸಮಯವೆ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಇದರೆಲ್ಲದರ ಜೊತೆ ವೀಡಿಯೊ ಗೇಮ್ಸ್, ಅಂತರ್ಜಾಲ ಮುಂತಾದವುಗಳಿಂದ ಮಕ್ಕಳಿಗೆ ಹೊರಗೆ ಮೈದಾನಕ್ಕೆ ಬಂದು ಆಡಲು ಪುರುಸೋತ್ತೆಲ್ಲಿರೊತ್ತೆ.

ಈ ಸಂಗತಿಯೇ ಮುಂದೊರೆದರೆ ಮುಂದೊಂದು ದಿನ ಎಳ್ಳು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಹಂಚುವುದಂತು ದೂರದ ಮಾತು... ಎಳ್ಳು ಬೆಲ್ಲ ಕಾಣ ಸಿಗುವುದೇ ಕಷ್ಟ ಸಾಧ್ಯ ಆಗುವುದರಲ್ಲಿ ಎರಡು ಮಾತಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದಕೆಲ್ಲ ಹೊಣೆ ಯಾರು...??? ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಹೊಣೆಗಾರರನ್ನು ಹುಡುಕುವುದಕ್ಕಿಂತ ಮೊದಲು ಪರಿಹಾರದ ಕಡೆ ಹೆಜ್ಜೆ ಹಾಕಬೇಕಿದೆ.. ನಮ್ಮ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯಲ್ಲ ಉಳಿಸಿ ಬೆಳಸಬೇಕಿದೆ.. ನಮ್ಮ ಶ್ರೀಮಂತ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನ ಅಲ್ಲಗಣಿಸಿ ಪಾಶ್ಚಾತ್ಯ ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತಿಯನ್ನ ಅಪ್ಪಿಕೊಳ್ಳುತ್ತಿರುವ ನವ ಪೀಳಿಗೆ.. ಅದು ಯಾವಾಗ ಎಚ್ಹ್ಚೆತ್ತಿಕೊಲ್ಲುವುದೋ ಕಾದು ನೋಡಬೇಕಿದೆ... :(

My Companion…J !!!

My Companion…J !!!

Hi Everyone… Wish U all a very Happy & Prosperous New Year with all good health & wealth…J

Its been a long haul.. After long gap of 2 months I am appearing again… J..But this time I am glad to post my blog from my home country sitting in my home on my sofa… J.

So…let me stop bugging Kencha as of now..!!! Coz my dear Kencha is not thousands of miles apart now…!!! Well… Frankly speaking… I was not able to make myself free to pen some words…. Haha..It doesn’t mean that I was busy with any ground breaking tasks.. But was busy talking to those to whom I haven’t spoke for over past 360 days J.. Ha.. one more reason is some new year friend of mine has really remembered me about that I also write blogs by showing link to visit her homepage…LOL J.. Thanks to her also..!!!

Well coming to point… Let me start my blog..To Prologue U all something…This time I’m thinking something to write who was always with me …Even in Oman… I was with her…well everyone writing about their fist love, second love , life partner n so on… So thought why shall I not take pleasure of introducing her to you all…and would like to share more about things went on from the first meet to till date…J

Well it was a sunny day busy street with vehicles & peoples moving east & west, I saw her first time.. I was just couldn’t take my eyes off from her…& I decided go near and see her. I moved near.. I was bit shy.. but still gathered courage from all billions of cell in my body and dared to touch her.. J I was sold out for her first look itself. She was not so fair but attractive from her looks. The next moment I decided that she will be from next moment to all forthcoming moments of life J I expressed my feelings to deepest as much as I can to her and expressed my eagerness to spend my rest of the life with her. Fortunately she also agreed for my proposal in no time. I was happy to have her with no real risk as we see in movies n all …LOL… J others beside her were jealous to see her tagging with me… J I was lucky.. she was soft to touch and might look rough to outer world.. J

From that day we moved closer to each other. Later I took her to my native also.. J I showed her to my parents…they were also happy to see her with me. They accepted her with all love n affection.. J then after she came with me like my shadow and stick to me in every step…LOL she became part of my life from there on.. We went all corners of city , shopping malls, parks, theatres….Hmmm where else… J Life became easier with her as I could reach any destiny without any fear. She became my soul mate. We both together overcame all hardest obstacles that came on our way. Together we really did lot many

Then that day came atlast… where I had to leave from here to a unknown world where people spoke unknown language…Yup Oman… that was the place where I had to spend next coming days… I became so attached to her that I was ready to leave my parents but not her.. Even situation was same with her.

Dear Readers, I heartly apologize you all because I never ever revealed you all about her anywhere when I was in Oman. The thing was she had a deal with me… that I shall never disclose about her to any. Even my parents dint trace it. But one thing.. I was too lone there and she was the only companion to make me feel that someone still breaths for me and make me feel that someone will never make me feel alone. She came with me in every ride and everywhere in Oman wherever I went else than Office J She would remain in room waiting for me all the time when I used to office..!!! And when I was home she never left me alone…That was the kind off love we had between us.. J Neighbors were jealous to see us so attached to that extent.

And after a year of span.. we were back…parents were happy to see us again intact…actually more intact now… JLoL… What else I can say to my mighty slippers J Yes… it was all her who accompanied me in every steps J she soft inside and hard to the outside world..!!! Oh… It accompanied me all hot roads and dusty ways that I walked throughout the year and served my feet from all 58 heat..!!

Everyone have always feelings towards the living species on earth. As they always interact & respond to stimuli. But We often forget those non living things that equally serve their life to give us comfort and they have no expectations..!!! Its my tribute to my noticed non living thing that served me all my hot sunny days and those trekking places where I would remain unarmed without those sweet foot wares.. J

The Kencha Saga – 7 ScrewBalls The Wrong Turn..!!!J

The Kencha Saga – 7

ScrewBalls The Wrong Turn..!!!J

Drizzling rainy days was no new for us in rainy season. It’s the age when the blood is too warm and always asks the warmth… and warmth without any friction in those chill weather is like trying to light fire with just a match stick. Without a rubbing surface there was no fun of fire. Well the evening hot mirchis & spicy chatey with hot dosas was our regular feast to keep ourselves warm. But did it serve all…???? Well human nature is like that… its never been said to be accomplished with all its desires. Well desires ignited more and more as and how the mercury lost its stamina to stand erected at its normal length. I mean to say atleast 24⁰ C.

Well something to be found alternative to maintain the ecological balance. Kencha read something new in the video theatres. That cost around Rs.10 – Rs.15 which was far cheaper than in any theatres. A month back Laxmi video theatre was re-opened after a raid for 3 months. There was no big deal to close else than they showed some realistic which the big screen hided from big audience…J but nevertheless these had potential to grab youngsters much into its den.

Cool air was passing through all pores that came in touch. That evening we got to know about the new movie inside the small den. It was Screw Balls… and there was no sigh of saying no to it as all knew that it was a good movie to watch. That too watching in a video theatre is something that can be done in that age itself J …Kencha smiled at us and asked… “Chale kyaaa…????”Well it was not any tough question to answer and Me, & Jatti nodded with a smile…J

2 cycles with 3 guys seated... the troop started by 9.10 pm. Movie was at 9.30 pm. We were on the way to the finest video theatre. Poster said something ‘Cold Blood’. But the movie inside was really hot. Well ‘Screw Balls’ series are always hot. Hmmm the movie started in the dark den. No one could see each other. Well the screen also had no much things to show with heavy lightings. Everything went in dark and there was much biology and science to learn. Well somehow movie came to interval. Guys and only guys who acquired all 118 seats came out to fresh up. Believe it or not all were of same college as the college hostel was just 300mts from the door steps of theatre. Its obvious to meet all. And many of them were Kencha’s classmates….LOL J

Well we re-gathered to witness the next half of the movie. It went on for 45mins more. No was willing to move out till the last name on the screen disappeared. As all the making of different shots were shown at the end of movie with some credit song. Hmmm the actual fire was now to ignite. No one had the bit of information about it…LOL…

We three were about to step out…suddenly people rushed as there was any big tsunami inside the theatre…..well the waves were about to hit us from front… it was not any Tsunami but the Police around that area had came to know about the reality if the theatre and it was again to be raided…lol J and we three successfully ran to the cycles. Kencha forgot that he had placed his cycle on the other side. Well he already took a wrong turn…!!!! We both somehow made our way out but Kencha had to rush on the direction where the constable was running towards him with his long stick rolling in his hand. Kencha had no option else than to move away from there. We escaped from there in next 2 seconds but kencha ran as fast as possible… pathetically he could not race with the rolling stick which the constable that swung at 90km/hr. The stick made its milestone mark on his big ass like a bee making its life sacrificing bite…!!! He made a quite huge sound which we heard it on the adjacent road. Jatti peddled with all his energy zipped down on his feet. Kencha somehow escaped in the darkness and was able to collect the OC cycle after spending half n hour in dark.

We were waiting for him at hostel doors. 35 mins later kencha arrived like risen stallion dividing all his 65,000 grms on the 2 peddles of the cycle…LOL J he had similar posture all throughout his travel as he was now unfit to sit pleasantly on his own butts anymore…J

Sweat was showering on his face and probably from each cell of his body was hot now…J that night he slept with fan on in a rainy night with his ass towards the ceiling to catch all possible chillness around to cool down itself from the burning shot. For the next one week he sat on desk as if he is ready to run away from the college…J sitting in this same posture from the start of the class till the end promising the lecturer that he have no intension to run away from class is aint a easy job either….lol J… Well at this stage of life… Kencha was so fulfilled…I can say he was more overfilled with all desires…LOL J He… no more dared to watch any more movies there after in that theatre….lol J

After a gap of of 365 more days… it was far enough for him to forget the last season…J But this time it was a big screen…J Kencha again hicked up to say… “Chale Kya..????” smiles nodded J

The Kencha Saga-6 Beardville…!!! J

The Kencha Saga-6

Beardville…!!! J

Farmville.. is a quite familiar game on today’s internet updates...tons of people who log into facebook, only traces might have been away from seeding a single seed into it. Including me people open their account in facebook for playing Farmville…J LOL…

Farmville.. is a quite familiar game on today’s internet updates...tons of people who log into facebook, only traces might have been away from seeding a single seed into it. Including me…people open their account in facebook for playing Farmville…J LOL…

Well my point of discussion right now is not to make my reader go nuts on Farmville …but to drag the attention again none other than towards our loving Kencha…J.. Well this is not to say that Kencha play Farmville or something…. But Yes… Kencha was a real Jeeni…J.He adopted these games in himself ages ago…J Well system & internet in every rooms was hard to find out in those days where a normal low configured as much as 40GB Hard Disk with 1 GB RAM cost around 40K…which was no fun to find in every roo

m and was as same as a color TV in the whole of town and hundreds came to watch ‘Ramayana’ around 20 long years ago…J

Well let me come back from long flash back to the good old hostel days… Well Farmville was hardly had any meaning by then and No dictionary gave the meaning either.. But our Kencha played Beardville… Let me explain you all what exactly it meant… it is nothing but utilizing the resource like blade, razor, scissor, shaving cream, shaving brush, mirror etc like using tractor, seeds from market etc as in Farmville. Using these things appropriately at right times is where the real intelligence meant. He looks very innocent in pictures. Well looks shall be depictive J He can be studied only when someone really smells his closeness. And 4 years is sufficient to earn a professional degree… I guess its not less to learn lefts & rights about this elliptically oriented guy J When as there is some limited timing for crop harvest Kencha had timed his beard for a month and mustache after every fortnight. Well the idea behind it was… As mentioned before.. He was very much good in mathematics and henceforth it was his duty to surrender his talent and use it in present lifestyle. His main aim was to save as much as possible. May be that is the reason today he own a 2 bedroom flat and 1 car with 2 second hand 4 wheelers hired on travels…& also now booked a site in Bangalore. Well booking a site in city called Bangalore that too in this young age is no reason to be called any Joke… Oooopppsss He is the man with business chip fixed by default in his pointed haired head round black head.

Well his budget was Rs.60/Sem. This was divided as 6 blades cost Rs.6, hair cut once in every 3 months, Rs. 20 each… half shaving cream pack which came around Rs.14/- Really I had so many things to learn from him….lol J I always amused to see him whenever he would come out of saloon, he would come wit 5mm hairs on head and 15mm beard. He would harvest all his hairs on face at one stretch with some trimming of his mustache. No wonder it would take 3 more months for his head to fertilize his hairs for harvesting..!!! Well nevertheless he always noted all these things in his personal dairy with all accounts attached…!!! ! Tons of patience bounded in him to keep a note of all these activities… Hats off to Kencha… J

The Kencha Saga-5 The Red Nightmare…!!! J

The Kencha Saga-5

The Red Nightmare…!!! J

Hi all… Kencha again J…. This character has enormous potential to generate story at his very breathable moment… I mean until every moment he lives for himself and others.. J Well this is again connected to the previous blog where he meets a nightmare with one eye open… J Dear readers.. Lets explore a wonderful journey with our Kencha and lets enjoy another feasting saga in the below unread lines…J Well I already thrown my life onto edge of sword by writing his stories… well “Cowards Die Hundreds But The Brave Die Only Once”- words of Julius Caesar of my sixth std English lesson sharpened my thoughts to pen down further blogs of my dearest Kencha.. J

It was 4 days on our Diwali holidays …we landed in our respective hometown. Well now it was time to pull back onto hostel again. The bus started 5 kms from my hometown where Kencha dwelled in his den. Bus started from his place. And he reserved a seat for me from his place. Bus was merely empty with traces of night journey lovers. Well he picked 4^th seat from front on two seaters leaving one for me. He was dressed up pretty red which he always loved to… and accompanied by a shawl that protected him from the external chill. Bus stopped on my stop with a conductor whistle… Kencha raised his hand to make his identity in the uncrowded bus. Well… it took a minute later to say bye to my papa who came there on that drizzling night to leave me to bus stop.

After an hour we were in a big stop where we could find tons of people immigrating to Bangalore after diwali holidays. I got down to take some fresh air. Well getting fresh chilled air in that rainy night aint an good idea either. But still came out to stretch arms as we had to sit next 4 hrs like GOD until we meet our destination. Kencha stayed in. Conductor blew his mighty whistle as if he is the only and last man on earth to transport other living creatures to their destinations. People assembled back into bus as normal but I found something abnormal. The crazy abnormal thing was Kencha was not on his seat where I left him before I left my seat. My eyes rambled rest of the seat atlast found him on second seat of three seater side with a unknown fairy on his right. I saw him, his eyes caught my vision and told not to make any make any creepy noise that would lead to disturb him from that place. Well his vision has already betrayed my eyes and I had no option than to forget this cheating eyes once that jut blinked for me…L well the next stop…a mighty country side granny sided my right side and that was not new to me…LOL …J Almost atleast 90% of my whole Engg holidays travel.. I spent beside most good old senior citizens who might be having last wish to see me aside. Well I don’t want to pull my black & white story in between when you readers are enjoying Kencha’s colorful story…J

Well moments later conductor finished his homework of issuing tickets. The queen of sleep was laying her hand on my eyes and calling the day off from the cool breezy window of the bus. And so wasn’t the same for Kencha on the second seat. Well to say exactly…on the hot seat…J as a hot gal was beside him on same seat. Kencha never had such opportunity of being beside such a beautiful gal …J not atleast in his class…lol J thank god I don’t know any of the gal in his class either…Else after seeing these blogs they might have screwed me up to nuts…J the holy darkness took the whole bus in its hug and gave a peaceful sleep for almost 50 passengers out of 52….And those 2 were Kencha and the Driver. Off course driver was busy awake just not to make our destination …A black destiny!!! There was some meaning in keeping him awake… He was driving all 50 passengers to their safe destination. But what smelled with Kencha to keep him awake all length and breadth of journey..???? Rain started crying cats & dogs…. And such kind of rain was no surprise as snow in Siberia… J but this guy was not settled at all… I don’t know what went wrong with him or may be the beautiful gal might have sucked all sleep from his eyes… I could see Kencha blinking his eyes only when bus passed some street lights on nearby country side roads. The rest of all….i assumed that he was awake.

Well after sitting for an hour in darkness and chill air..its natural human tendency to shutdown his eyes and make his eye lids meet each other for longer period of time… Kencha was not a exception and he do and did belong to same human race…LOL…J naturally sleep laid its eyes hands on Kencha also …J he started floating in deep sleep and unfortunately swayed to his right. He never knew.. the beautiful girl would turn to be a nightmare in few moments… He had a jerk..!!! he hit her shoulder with his broad forehead. Ohh!!! That was something that might not started….atleast at this point of time..!!! Kencha couldn’t control his blindness in dark…though he realized that he had crossed the border which normally any gal in any bus draws up a Lakshman Rekha especially when she is beside a creature called MALE. And Kencha was undoubtedly definitely male…J Guess what… he hit her second time again… just as Harbhajan Singh took second continuous wicket against Pakistan… Kencha was celebrating fro inside… But he never knew…the third wicket would be self bomber…It would have been fair idea to remain behind the enemy lines…. But I guess Kencha adopted the Julius Caesar’s words in pretty young age and every drop of blood in this veins was the witness for the same….LOL J

Well it was time to Kencha for a hatrick and that beautiful gal to hit a six on a NO BALL in that holy darkness…LOL…J As soon as he pulled the trigger of land mine for the third time she turned around and gave a nice slap with a bashing digital clear sound….!!!!! L CHHHHHHaappppppppp!!!! Was the sound that can anyone trace in that darkness..Thanks to holy darkness…and fore-thought of that driver to put off the lights… else it would be like bombardment from unknown nations for no sins….LOL J

Well 5 mins later… driver pulled down the switch and our station was on. We had to switch on to next bus. Half n hour later we got another bus and Kencha was dull with those 4 fingers printed red on his left cheek. Till now even I was in doubt that something really went wrong. But in the next bus also a girl was sitting alone in the front seat and we got into 5^th seat… still Kencha remained beside me with blinking his eyes for rest of the journey and rest of the night. Poor blinking eyes that once betrayed my eyes …conveyed all story that happened in darkness . He back-packed that shawl in his bag, may be that slap was so hot that he dint even feel the chillness in rainy night..!!! OOOPppppssss…!!!