The Black Sundae

Prologue

All characters n incidents coming in this blog are based on true story. Before writing this I shall be thankful n bow to ground to ma parents for whatever I am now n directing me unknown things n helping to complete this successfully.

Its was fairy busy Saturday 12^th April 2008 as usual I finished ma office n packed up to ma aunts with a busy scheduling of roaming the city which I mandatorily followed like some religious ethics. I got a denim jeans n skinny T-shirt with ma woodland shoe which surely picturized a trekky look. This is wat I wanted to be on ma third anniversary of hostel day onto next day which I n ma seniors planned to rush into. I got into ma aunt home by around 8.45pm. I rested on sofa for a while after dinner to breathe out some fresh air though it is crime to say that I breathe fresh air in Bangalore…J my fone made its presence by opening its sealed lips with the ‘Asian koel’ ringtone which I customized it to buzz me if someone need me to talk on this two pieced lifeless thing which always made to stay connected most of the deserved n unwanted people in tact J… well it was ma senior to cald me to remind about next day program. It was decided that if we wont be able to manage to bury our bums on cushions then surely plan will be changed from hundreds of wheeled train to two wheeled bike. I signed the treaty n went to bed by around 10.30 plus hrs. I was eager to wear my new fittings to all the way to Davangere n meet ma juniors n our hostel where we got moulded to professionals. I was more active than yesterday wat I got up to office by 8am. Though my mind magnet tried to pull the iron pieced clock thorns…it maintained its dignity n strength to show same time to the world as it always use to do. I actually wanted it show me 5am…but it was jus diagonally opposite showing same old 10.30…

At last the most awaited day of my life strucked..13^th August 2008…The SUNDAE…the unforgettable day of ma life…I managed to pile up with blanket till 4.45…n got up n also woked up the mighty sun to shed his rays…J I hardly get this opportunity to wake him…J n when I get I love to share it all whom I know J hope u also understoodJ dressed up as defined b4…with a bag on back I stepped down from aunt home on early 6 towards majestic…it took 30 more minutes…we all met with a smile stepping back in our memories to refresh our thoughts which helped to stretch our lips to tends its limit to its upper limit..we queued up to crunch a ticket to import ourselves from Bangalore to Davangere…No Ticket dudes was the juicy call from one of ma senior…J n much awaited decision which was now no surprise than as snow as in Siberia… we zipped ourselves to surrender two wheeling from Bangalore to Davangere… around 300 plus kms on Sundae morning… wasn’t it a crazy idea to go for..??? J Well we hated to travel in bus to so long on day time… so no other way to juice up n thrill up our journey than these two wheels…. So I with ma four seniors geared up into 3 bikes…

We started our biking n enjoyed the fortunate good roads from Bangalore…we did all necessary things that’s needed in a long journey cud furnish to be a meaningful one… got down after Nelamangala near a glass selling boy n everyone matched their taste with variety in color, shape, size n design..Each defined their glass in their own way n brand they liked. Fast trek, Ray Ban, Police etc. etc.. all designs were available with that boy…ly thing was it was not having label sealed on it…may be the manufacturers forgot to do so… J we had to full flexibility to assume to our fav. Brands on the piece…J 60 bread he demanded.. We managed to pile it up for 40 bucks each…J we then forwarded to catch up 300 plus kms n had a target by reaching by lunch…i.e 1pm…It was already 10.30am… banging on back to speed up our further activities. We then forwarded n had fun in driving n talking all the way to ourselves n to those unknown creatures who made their daisy looks n looked us as stranger…J Of course we were but isn’t been so unbearable for a second or two J… we customized our trip wenever we or anyone felt like ejecting out excess water content from their body…as it was a contagious so no need to worry of others…J we then had some tiffin at some point after Tumkur… It was time to spark the spark plug of the engine ..backs already started making its wrinkles on face n crunch the eyes n eyebrows to show its gratitude towards painy spine n waist… But the josh of going back to hostel after so long still able to keep the frown faces screened of all 5 n push the bikes to further more on road…Well for me it was not that big expedition..as before I had been to Goa from Mangalore that too in 3 days on bikes…Its bone breaking experience…J with 1000 kms on bike in 3 days… compared to that this was ly 30%.… we changed the driver seats..I was at backseated till now.. was now promoted to hold the handle… hmmm…we pulled ourselves in quick timings but one of us remained a km back coz of poor pick up….mine tachometer knew numbers from 1-120Km/hr…J I remembered my last ride wen we managed to strike the 110 barrier bell in GOA…roads n traffic rules were so supportive thereJ n moreover people behaved as educated on roads.. but this was totally a different day n different scenario to catch up with… here also we did bit of racing this that n all… I managed to lv all back with hard n last limit of 113km/hr speed…there was no more roll to accelerate n gear to step up speed… so I was helpless n fell short to reach 120 figure… Everything was in control… we reached Chitradurga by 12.30 noon…bit sought of record timings haa..after so much of excuses…. We overtook almost all that came in our way…still stones n trees, moving people n vehicles to reach the goal….almost whatever which was less than our speed… now it was time to low down our speed n maintain some disciplinary speed that’s good for mileage as we were into bounds of city…n traffic was bit senseless.. Now we sticked our max limit up to 60…we were around 20,000 more meters away from our mighty city Davangere… smiles on lips n glitters in eyes still managed to overcome pain on backs J

Straight road it was..vehicles ahead were a heavy Truck in front n a truck in opposite direction…we lined up to give way to incoming vehicles..i pulled back the gears to match the present surrounding condition…my senior from back managed to push his wheels to cross over me n the Truck moving in front n make his way between the truck and the other which was coming in opposite direction. I felt a way on left of this front truck as it damn slow… I kept my handles straight till I cross the truck.. but my sixth sense really din catch the network before as someone was really waiting for me in some undiscovered world for this moment n guess wat my bike got strucked with a other realistic BSNL network OFC milestone…in a split of a second I displaced my weight from bike to ground…here also I seated ly but there s a lot of difference in sitting on ground n forcibly sitting like this…I met with an eight lettered word ACCIDENT… thank GOD the Truckee din moved towards leveling me to Original Ground Level . It was in my childhood I fell with higher velocity n action n also came out with bloody in a chilly morning… Compared to that this was nothing. I slapped the EARTH with both hands but mother earth is so kind that it dint even gave a simple sign of even a scratch on ma palms…. So sweet of her.. J moments later my seniors who overtook n those who were back of me sandwiched me… I was sitting in opposite direction to that of how I sat in bike. Guess wat.. there was no bloodshed n no scratches…but was not at able to support my whole body to make its posture pin pointed perpendicular to earth. It was half perpendicular n half parallel. My right pillar of my whole body structure was not allowing to do it. It was not obeying orders from the high command brain. I surprised…L. I jus thoughtless to find the reasons..gently checked wat exactly hpnd in a split second. I saw ma knee joint that helps to fold is shifted above then regular… I wondered n touched me knees..it was well stable at its own place.. then how is this one more fold above..??? Uffff… I then consoled my soul that m in a bigger n deeper shit then wat I thought. I broke my strongest bone of whole body in a split second..!!! wasn’t it great!!! J I was jus blank to move any of the side..people gathered in all possible direction to separate me from the granolithic hard bed road. I saw my leg which seemed to be others…I couldnt feel any sensation on it. It was completely detached kind off thing for me now.. I never stressed my brain to this extent for a such low action of fluttering ma leg fingers..!!! all efforts went like smoke in air..!!! People around me n seniors helped me get into a Govt. hospital in Davangere. Which was a recognized one than any other for bony kind off things. But luck pissed off there also…The transporter took into City Central Hospital targeting his daily bucks. I was in no way out situation… In between those woodland shoes joined some woods n my koel was calling to its full energy all the while wherever n whenever network provoked. I switched off to inform anything n everything only after some moderated result. My juniors who knew me 3 years b4 n who never even saw me also came to see me in hospital. So sweet of them n so hospitile they are. Even a police drumy constable showed his gratitude for some bucks. I cleared him with some relative report n bucks n payed thanks for his gratitude.

4.30 pm..my cell had so many miscls n msgs to display. I had a frnd of mine who accidently came there to visit a marriage of relatives on contemporary. I had lot to answer now and very less to express. I was still a happy man… J I jus broke 1 bone out of 206 different hardly made 0.5% . But the quantum wen compared with strength.. it was so more. I was always bit weak in mathematics to calculate all these J

5.00pm doc told to operate..!!! Now this news rang the fire alarm in ma already slept brain to inform this hard news to ma parents. I at last rang to ma mommy by 7.30pm….and managed to say happily tat I jus slipped a bit in hostel n so need bit treatment n days rest in hospital. Mom already sensed the danger in this small info itself n cald ma papa n departed from Kargal by 8.30 bus… It takes 5 complete hours to reach Davangere..

Here my fnd also smelled something fishy n hence rushed into hospital. I was happy to see her but though wasn’t herself. I was with smiling face but she was terrified n shocked by seeing me on bed. She came closer n asked about idiotic things hpnd. I explained as like culprit defends himself in court. At last I told a sentence slipped from tongue which I have been not..at that time… J I told ‘I became handicapped ‘ with a sweet smile… n in reward to that I got a tight slap which surely deserved to stopped my speech but not smile J. She gave idly to fill ma tummy. My seniors arranged everything they can do it for me. I told them to attend the function. I din wanted them to lose it at all for wat they travelled so long. I was unknowingly getting captured in some unpredictable danger. I never knew this further can happen with me. I think my mighty GOD has forgot to place SIXTH SENSE antenna in ma mind…J but still I thank him y coz he din forget to surround my surroundings with highly sixth sensed people like my mom papa n that frnd. They took care of all my things… they cried all my pain, they did all my good deeds I had nothing else good thing to do else than a SMILE.

A compounder came over n told all to vacate the room. He was a lean structured GAY kind off guy. The talking style was jus irritating. He told they are ready to operate next morning. I told him to hold his breath till ma parents come here. He then came with some bushy cotton n some medicated solutions n razor etc. I was like….. pulled the curtains n took off my blanked. I donno wat he was trying to do. He told he need to clean me for the next day operation. I was not an object to clean me.. I also took bath in the early morning with ISI rated soap ly J then wat the hell he wanted to clean..??? then he came with razor to shave off hairs on ma chest n tummy. I asked where they are planning to operate me. Whether leg or tummy. Though I was weak a bit mathematics I knew that no probability or combination calculation wud match his conclusion of operating tummy for thigh fracture. I felt docs are also Mathematically weak so they don join Engineering after class 12. And this was a tiny compounder. Hardly he knew may be knowing spelling of Permutations n Combinations. After his jobs jus asked in his default irritating tone in kannada..”Nange enu ilvaaa..???” (I don have anything???)I told wat ???in a gasping frustrated look… He wanted tips for the tubeless work he did.. I asked ma junior there nearby to hand him some bucks.

My mighty god kept me the other five senses work 100% until ma parents reached me by 3.30 am…I had a sigh of relief as soon as I saw them. They asked everything as I was been asked as orals in ma school days n if I say something wrong I wud loose the marks J same here but no marks were allotted but instead I wud have got lot of love n care in return. I was slightly on my way to my own world which even I din came to know from before as tower in me were very weak to catch those high frequency waves.

14^th morning I somehow managed to have some breakfast which I hardly came to know fully. My papa decided to take me out of hospital n got discharged from there n hired a taxi and I was detached from hospital n also Davangere by 10am. I missed my hostel day though I was in city that night. Strange na.. but true… L I was now feeling no more pain. As my mighty GOD has turned me mute or you say in standby mode. Whatever that happens inside will be kept confidential. I was taken in a soft cushioned luxurious car which I think I never stepped in wen I was able to see sun in daylight or stars at night. Now my situation was like I neither cud see any sun nor stars. I hardly saw any the sky after this. The pain wud have killed me either if I was awake…J that’s why the great architect of our body…the might GOD has kept a stage where no one can feel anything than physical presence. This is a stage which helps to come out extra rated pain. Yeahhh,…. U ppl guessed it right . I was in “COMA” state…Jthese four letters weighs more than the eight lettered word ACCIDENT. Anyway size wont matter but the impact really does.

My papa dint wanted any marks on ma leg n who else will like. Even if I was awake I also voted for that J but anyhow majority was there as mom also supported for that. I was taken to Todoor by 6pm. To a bone specialist n already made his word in joining the bone without surgery. I stayed mute there also. I never knew that I was been taken to that place. They pulled my leg to make the bone aligned as it overlapped like a biscuit broken n kept one over the other… J I still remained unexpressed any expression on face… he was also surprised to see my resistance.. J he couldn’t beat me… J after I had been to gym wen I was in college days J m also not such easy paper piece to tear it off…J but the actual things were something else ly…!!! I really cant pen the things went inside ma parents mind. I literary ask sorry for that n also for this deed which disturbed to core. He told its something more out of his reach as I was not responding his torture. I was taken back to Kargal same night 12am. I was some laid to sleep as I was doing the same thing from morning. Even ma parents were not sure wat kind off sleep I preferred this time…but one thing was sure..they were worried with my timeless sleep.

15^th April 2008 one morning I never saw.. I was rushed to local hospital. There also they failed to diagnose. I think my subject was out of syllabus for the docs over there and henceforth cudnt examine. Or they might have studied like engineers for 100 marks ly n left out these circumstances. I somewhere got conscious in between n I saw people approximating half century were surrounded me n m on bed… haha Raajayoga…J I was taken in bed n took back in bed no where to get down….but these hardly I managed to sense anything more as I was forced to complete my pending sleep. I feel bad for one thing n that is poor guys who lifted me from home to ambulance n ambulance to bed n whatever. Its really hard to lift 70+kgs at a stretch. Mom prepared lunch in that tension also. Doc advised to move to shimoga. Rice remained boiled in cooker.12.30 pm… now my journey hopefully my parent’s.. journey was towards Shimoga. Papa, Mom n grany came in the same dress wat they had customized at that hour.

Here was the place where we met some real degree holders. We reached there by 3pm. They examined my current condition… it was not ly sleeping but really it was slipping. Slipping out of hands. Now this really meant something more to ma parents. They are now started analyzing meaning of COMA. It was really painful n to grip their nerves condition for them. One more breath taking situation was I dint expelled any liquid from body since 44 long hrs. It was termed to turn into poison if was left for some more time. They helped to find a way for this n directed them 2 options. It was either Bangalore or Manipal.

Bangalore was a better option for us as we had relatives n known city than Manipal. We started to Bangalore in same ambulance which either had a grip to bed or a oxygen cylinder to help patient breathe. It had ly one good thing n that was a retired formula 1 driver who astonishingly never crossed Shimoga in life now rided me to Bangalore…. J. We started from there by 5 pm…. It was somewhere in between around 7.30pm our great ambulance refused to move forward. Tension mounted to peak in parents mind and nerves. Somehow a another taxi driver consoled n helped me to move further…I suppose I was far more than wat they travelled. I was at he doors at this point of time. At the end they reached Bangalore by 1.30 am. But here also I was luck pissed off. They dint allowed to get in as it was already at critical condition n the hospital people din like to bare any grey things on their nameplate. This is the problem with over qualified docs.. J they trace their safety than the patient’s. My soul was left with 1 more hour to loose the gravity. Its coz of ma uncle as he knew the chief physician over this hospital, I got the gate pass to get inside. I was subjected to CT scanning which I was not at all aware off..!!! L I ly saw it in small screens. The real virus was for all these dramatic situation was found out n fixed. It was not the issue with ly bone broke down but also coz of that there was a nervous slip n henceforth the required oxygen was not supplied to brain. After that I was kept in ICU n covered my nose with white clear mask. Necessary circuit connection were made to make flow of liquid in and out without any hurdles.

Now it was time for m papa n mom to take some rest. But after this hard situation which dint loose its grip from last 2 days…. Suddenly wen this grip was loosened it fortunately made some imbalance in the blood circulations n in turn it resulted in low Blood Pressure n sought of giddiness for a while. But he was ok later with a cup of tea n bread.

3.15 am was the time I really started recognize with my eyes opened. My parents pulled me back from the unaddressed doors …even after travelling so long distance. Really great for them n proud to be their only SON. I was surrounded with some unfamiliar white gowned spechy peoples. Digital silence surround sound surrounded everywhere. This was sufficient to judge that I was none other than a hospital. I was with now full of consciousness. I was back in real world. They cald ma parents n relatives whomever they can fetch. Papa came n asked how are u but before that I had a question. N my ques was where I was..??? he replied calmy that m now in Bangalore n safe. It was more funny wen ma grany came onto screen and asked with a halfy faded smiley face…’Did u recognize me..???’ “Tell me who m I” … my inner soul started to smile inside again . It had started working after a long gap from that slap to this present condition …J it was still more funny wen my maava came n asked the same question…J did I looked like some ITM(Identity Teller Machine).. J things went smooth later on wen they were satisfied with my answer. Things wud go worse if I did played some fool J this was real viva then facing the same in school days or college days… JBut really speaking…it was a sigh of relief to see myself after these long 48 dark hours of my life.

Later after this for next 15 days I was made to be in love with ma bed n stick to it for all 24 hrs. Things turned in these 15 days that I.. started asking the people who came to see me that how are they n hows their life n all with smile as if m there for any toothpaste ad. Mom use to remind me that I should not talk much n behave as patient n not as I have stolen some patient’s bed to take rest...haha J

Nevertheless before concluding I wud like to thank all those characters who came in this blog n also whom I may left without knowledge…for helping me n ma soul to retain gravity…. J

My First Crush..!!!

My First Crush..

It was jus another day in class…we were onto our first bench facing blackboard. I had ma best pal PAVAN on ma side. We were considered the shortest n I was short no.5…n he was no.4.

We were with total strength of 58…out of 28 sweet gals rest all were guys. No doubt guys were also sweet enough..Until one day till a new chick wanted to change the above number and to swing the proportionality to more balanced n stable equal strength on either side.

“Excuse Me Sir…” was the call to pull the attention. Short hairs, knee capped sky matched blue frock till it support sleeveless to project out white shirt, black stripped belt on the waist with a plain red tie with a pair of black shoe n white socks fulfilled all the requirements to say that she is none other than our one more new classmate. She had stolen two 40 volts bulbs to visualize the world in front of her. Even it helped others to follow her till home…J this is enough to say that she had all glitters in her eyes..that capture anyone’s attention. Her sweetest name she can mention wen anyone asked her is RADHA.

First day … it was a shy day for her. N also both of us to go near her n introduce in a vice versa procedure. It took a week to make each other familiar n hence it can be cald a slow n steady start. My pal was also interested to move his attention wenever he use to get some free time. We started calculate love percentage n all…But eventually the other stupid guys were always ready with brick n mortar to build big bunglow of rumors around it n there were budding directors n storywriters who could create sensational stories around any one single rumor. So most of the things went in dark…

Things went into days..n days to month…once I met her in market with her Pa. I was hanging to ma papa’s pouch. Surprise n joy waited me to greet both ma hands wen pa’s of either started their chat as good old friends. But we both were shy even to look at each other…though both wished to…J its something crunchy shy n unexplainable feeling to put it on board here now. Paa’s continued their chat n we started looking all idiotic world else than each other. “Shall I stare her or not” this was the million dollar question which was 32 cm brain from all possible 360degrees. At last my pa pulled the brake by concluding the talks. A last glitter look n sweet smile while turning back made a everlasting picture on the film of mind n heart guaranteed until I maintain normal consciousness intact..J.

The next day was something to rejoice. The chori chori looks turned much familiar one now. We were managed to see each other n measure the radius of eyeballs now. Short phrased lines started emerging out of old locked lips which was waiting to get open since months. Only thing is key was wat we both lost to open it. Phrases turned to sentences n soon sentences made paragraphs. Before it turned to pages year ended like ink in the pen dries up wen u are writing last line of the exam to fulfill 35 Passing marks. It got ended n I got failedL

And before I could see her in first class of next year…she was no more with same uniform. This crunched some unseen dreams…but still she was ma first crush though it got crushed without ma knowledge.. J I don wanna say anything more about this.. coz she is still in touch… J

Days later we were promoted to sit in 6^th std. n we were busy as usual without work…we were bored without seeing her. Until then a sweet voice made its knock…

“Excuse Me Sir….” N continued so on…J

GONE IN 22 MINUTES..

JAN 22^ND 2Thousand plus 10. Morning 8.47…jus breaking my sleep out off those exhaustive workouts in ma dreams I jus managed to stretch my arms as if m carrying whole day load on ma mighty arms…J ma roomi wished me another new morning…dislodges ma blanket n managed to reach till mirror which was eagerly waiting to show ma horrorful face with tones of bushy hairs including face. Somehow pierced out ma left eye to clear out my own picture n confirm that my mighty GOD has not changed my whole design part in a single night. I killed few more seconds to confirm that the design n geometry of ma face is as symmetrical as of yesterday night…J thank god he bluffed me by turning me Enrique Iglesias for few seconds…J

I finished ma daily duties n got ready to urge out of den…I was passing on my way saw a guy still busy in his dream world with blanket twisted showed his total rolling he completed till then with a leg still pulled up half bent to 87 degree…he seemed to race for more roll rounds… funny right…its normal story on Fridayzz…zzz….sleeping all the way is the main aim n assignment wat our flat ppl follow without fail. I stepped further to ma car…

9:02 am..ma driver was blowing horn from all possible blowers..He was eager to kick his ass from the half day duty..so he took with his 120 speed norm n halted on a Round About. Where there is chances of mammoth vehicles urging to kiss me in all 360⁰ . Hope it was early morning n no one was in mood to do so…J I made my lane towards for which I was waiting from last 3 months 12 days which surely would have changed my identity next coming month if I still delayed now.

9.07am this is where my time begins. I entered to the place for which I got up early…raced back to that guy in ma flat who was still rolling his blanket n cut ma dream working out to burn ma fatty acid in ma body n gets slim, which was also a dream of ma MOM. Now thing is I too join her in balcony too watch this dream…J. It was a 12by 14 four secured wall Painted in light sky blue on bottom 3/4^th n rest 1/4^th covered by creamish yellow. I looked at 4 welcoming eyes with a unknown hesitant strangy smile.. I responded 50% to that..they had a TV to be watched with ASIANET channel making its sound on screen. It was oriented in such a direction that no one can watch it sitting front of it. It was 45⁰ on the direction diagonal to the four secured walls. A mirror on to n fro direction of non consecutive wall made the virtual image a real one. A guy with white beard & whitely dressed (Obvious as here the nationalist maintain the same dress code) entered the walls from a transparent glass door which opened for me also J.No sooner than he got in.. he wished all of us including me. He told salaam individually as if he knew me also from ages. But the fact is here ppl wish everyone who all present in the stage where they enter. That is one good thing I have mention about Omanis.

9.11am..there were two guys mid-aged bet 35-42..with white gowns with 4 pockets tidily dressed. One of them cleaned the surface for the next operation. He had a knife n all other necessary sharp edged weapons that’s enough to kill any two legged healthily walking guy.Ufff….guessed the place where m I??? if not let me continue. One of them was having all cruel look packed in his face that is the necessary eligibility for a butcher. Thankfully he dint attend me. N also he was looking in a pensive mood also. I got into well cleaned n cushioned chair which was warm enough to say that it had cushioned many more warm guys from morning. He had clinching scissors, knife in which he can change the blades n very often he changed to a new one for me. Moreover apart from having all these equipped…he had my neck. Two of his hands can easily make me stand on cutting edge of life n death… I had some similar experience wen I was in hospital in past….only difference was I was given partial anesthesia to feel no pain while operating but here was all open n fair to be without anesthesia… They had put up glouse n mask n also covered hairs with white surgical kind off cap to save their identity so that if at all by their hard luck if escapes with all senses in his body working to same magnitude wat it was before wen he entered…n he could refer or complain about their job…still they can walk safe outside. He also had hot water to wash n some antiseptic lotionscreams, and some anti blood flow liquids n spirits to control in some unpredicted accidents.. He continued his job for next18 mins…

Finally 9.29am I was out safely with new look which I hoped my almighty to change myself wen I was peeping myself in mirror early morning…J think HE heard my prayer which sungin some corner of ma heart Enrique’s ‘RING MY BELL’ song I uttered while moving backhome…Jonly thing is I sung alone n no co-star for that.. Jreached home n that guy who wasbusy in twisting ..his blanket now slept as if he was jus out off some high temperatured or some horror dream… I hope u might have guessed the hidden character by this time…. Any guess…!!!!He was with white gown, glouse, mask, cap...cuttinginstruments like knife,scissors, hot water,lotions etc etc…. hope ya brain has processed all necessary action to bring out the picture of a surgeon or a butcher. Do pen ya guesses down in comments…J

Take care All….!!!! J

I ME n OMAN

I ME n OMAN

1.5 hrs…!!!Oman lag behind India in time race . Everything comes one n half late here. Except weekend. Weekend makes its presence two days early. But still feel like going out on Sunday than working in office…J My roomy sleep till afternoon on Friday. Even GOD is angry on him. Of course its genuine to be angry as why shall he show him free movie till noon..??? DREAM also has its own meaning n timing right..???!!! Its limited till morning only. These are some initial kick I got to know about this plated island people. People read n write from right to left. They sit at leftto drive vehicle.

Hmmm weekdays are as same as it was before. I mean to say overall working days are same but not the individual day. Sun here starts playing hide n seek between those bushy clouds by 5 pm n spreads off his bed in complete dark by 5.30 pm. So we lead ourselves to home by 6.00 at the most 6.30pm. I take showers twice a day. Not coz I feel myself filthy but m trying my best effort to fulfill the unshowered days of these Omanis here…Someone should really thank me for this..!! J Again by morning 6.30..sun urges to wish Good Morning (though not needed everyday) to all here in Oman (donno exactly as I never got up so early to see his morning face). N the day goes on. Till now my weekends are bit same as b4. But the ly difference is I use to roam in Bangalore markets n malls but now in Muscat/Sohar beaches n hypermarkets. And one more thing is there I use to get down from bus one stop ahead n get back but here the taxi driver himself make all those necessary adjustments which makes me miss my Bangalore weekends…J Some things in life remain unchanged. Like this one…J Beaches n malls are the places here to kill the time. Both are stuffed by kicked off Indians from India including me…!!! I use to see more rainbow people in Bangalore rather than here. Here its mainly divided into 2 colors. That is Black & White. Omani Women are in Black n Men in White. It is further subdivided into again Black n White in themselves…. Like… Omani Women wear black Burka n keep their face RIN SUPREME white. I wonder wat emulsion they paint themselves. Even they glow in dark. Usually they come out wen sun sets. But the light n effect wat they produce is awesome. Coming to men …Omani wear white traditional cloth. Which they call kandoor or dish dash. For black contrast.. they add up madrasis n mallus…here widely cald as ‘malbaaris’ however u divide.. it wont catch up more than these two prominent colors. But whatever… our Indians contribute wherever they step in…that’s our speciality..

Here everyone is blessed with car. No matter the person here knows ‘A,B,C,D’ but he’ll be a skilled driver. Why not… 14 INR per liter first quality petrol can make anyone a better skilled driver.. we get ‘Bisleri’ bottle for same rate... Roads are as good as floors. They really invite anyone n tempt everyone to go crazy with the speed barriers of 140-180 Km/hr speed. They reflect at nights with lights. It looks like well polished floors. Our BMTC driver drives at 40 Km/hr max but here taxi guy pulls their bulls not less than 140 Km/hr jerk. One more fascinating thing I grabbed with these guys is they doesn’t beep their horn at traffic nor wen any 2 or 4 legged creature comes in front of vehicle. But I have seen people blowing it wen road is straight n clear. I dint get the logic here. I assumed it to my knowledge level that it might be coz they do everything in reverse manner…so they are afraid that any vehicle may kiss their back without knowledge. So to keep them alert they use horn. Great logic ha…!!! I feel its true. Actually in India they write “SOUND” “OK” “HORN”…and we read it left to right. But these saabis read it from right to left. So it means the driver moving front has to horn first n ask the tail END driver…is the sound OK..??...OOOppppSSS J they are not as buddhus as I thought haa!!! Wherever they go they are always with hands up to make on notice that they are really Saabis…!!!

Omanis are really soft hearted. They don’t get angry on other soon. If they get also they wont bark but if they sometimes shout also…people like me feel it normal. They usually don make more sound. Nor in roads neither outside roads. The language here is very easy to write. U can pick any word from at least 20 different languages write it in paper(preferably in user defined language)....n now once u are done with that now start reading it from right…U are a perfect Omani...J Pretty cool haa..!! but hard to digest…people here are very healthy with throat…coz they sing lot of songs with lot of people in chorus(unity in Omanity) digging their sound box to max haul that provides max impact. And people who listen same enjoy it to same extent. Unity prevails with everywhere with everyone. Songs are meant here by the people, of the people and for the people. Now lets talk about food…here also they continue to spread its shadow seamlessly...by surrounding a big round plate by 4-5 hungry hunks n sucking juice n hard muscles from dishes made out of almost all those creatures that can walk, creep n sail on hard earth n HO. No difference in any of the things. I was stunned to see ‘Bulls Eye’ as one of the dish in the menu list. I think they wont waste any part of body starting from eye to tail. I wonder coz it was a hotel maintained by a keralite. After seeing all these i shall define myself as “PERFECT DIETICIAN”. As being veggie itself makes here a big achievement. Here they like to convert non veg eatables into sewage even in the morning breakfast without break. Haha they work for it day n night. Hilarious…!!! No break in having muscles n no indifference.

Now lets come to Finance…Of course Vitamin M surely is the Pillar for any country n that’s wat it makes stable also. But as far as I can see the people here without specs (I even don use also J) in banks they do lot of works than required. They care their people a lot. So whenever wherever they find Omani customer they give them full liberty to come forward n express themselves. They mainly talk about the hierarchy of their family in solving n carrying out permutation n combination of their relations n relatives. As here 1 guy can marry n no. of ladies depending on his strength to buy her least price of 5000 OMR. Things are same with ladies but no money… So here gal child is like a investment. The more they get multiplied the more is the money. Poor guys come to bank n share their tragic stories n get suggestion from customer care for their future investments. Of course this is a national prob too. .n customer care people are meant to care their money. Anyways my point of interest was something else to explain. I opened account here in a nationalized bank. They flushed me out with account open along with ATM card in 3 mins . But it took 3 more days to get confirmed with my account no. as the acc. No. mentioned on ATM card, Envelope they provided, the mini statement n voice of sweet customer care completely mismatched with each other. This is the symptoms of strong economy. They doesn’t reveal any secrets to any. Even the A/c No. to their customer.. J

Whatever but m enjoying complete freedom here. No one to push me for bath or shave. As I had to follow strictly in ma prior lifestyle. Some changes should be always there as u know change is always constant. Though I take bath to regulars I stopped using blade. It took 1 long month to bridge gap firmly between hairlines to chin tip. Its like golden quadrilateral project which actually failed on our country map but passed with distinction on my face. Which makes me feel passionate towards middle east life style. This is the sign of perfect “UNMARRIED BACHELOR”. Now my beard turn its nose if I don’t provide enough shampoo while getting showers…J I never used comb to direct my own hair on skull since 9 months. But I need it now… even for my longitudinal oriented beard. My previous boss always use to ask if I use to go unshaved for a week. But here… no problem…my boss himself comes here to office once in a week. So he hardly can help himself to print my one week back snap into photogenic area of his mind. Haha… don let this to ma boss haa… else I may have to crush steel nuts which is really crazy thing to expedite.

I have still lot of things to tell but I really don think that u wud like to punish ya chair to bare ya weight n warmth anymore… so without taking much off your time I ll conclude to this here in next line n get some cool n crispy experiences in pieces relatively smaller bits…… Thanking You,........ Take care……J

A LIFE A NOVEL

A LIFE A NOVEL

I never read a word out of academics in my life. Not even thought of reading. One fine day 4-5 months back I read my first novel. Now I realize something more about novel. Finally I finished.

Till now I never use to get time to read. As the surrounding kept me so busy. But now I think time has changed. Now…I am trying to keep myself busy with the available surroundings. Now I even get time to revise the whole novel again. This helps to know more in depth about those left-out words, phrases, sentences, lines, paragraphs, and even chapters which I skipped due to shortage of time or because of low contrast or may be because I was weak in vocabulary. But now its time to complete those things which would have done lot before at first time itself.

Anyways nobody is perfect. And experience do make man perfect. Thing is he should put his best effort to make it perfect. Even Life is same thing. We complete many chapters in our life without knowing and understanding. But in between we get some blank pages where we can pen down with our own ink. Where we can the left outs. But still we become crazy of those forthcoming colorful pages. No one wants to waste their ink to fill those blank pages.

But now for me here its time to revise those words, sentences, n paragraphs n even chapters which were left unread. The only difference between novel n life is in novels we know how many pages are left to read. But in real life, we fail to recognize the epilogue.

Henceforth many chapters in life go unread unsolved and undiscovered.

Now a new chapter has just begun. My previous chapter was colorful. There was so much to read but less to absorb and still less time to make it adopted. Now I have lots of time to read in depth n to absorb. But colors are absent. Here I have to create many a things to make it colorful. Because here in this new chapter everything is new n unknown to me. The people surrounding here speak undefined language. The gestures are the only thing I can make out. So I get ample time without any disturbance to look into myself and lots of room to think about future.

So as n how m analyzing I am able to find where exactly I stand and where I have to be. I found many of the undefined words n sentences in my life which I left untouched. I hope I shall clear myself all the untouched words n sentences and fill the remaining pages with new ink in more better n meaningful way before it reaches the last page.