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…!!!