The Wicked Innocence…:-)

The Wicked Innocence…:-)

Besides being such a innocent guy… as much u can say as of a silent chicken till it get drowned… I had some outstanding hobbies which I even dint updated in my Facebook or Orkut profile. I fear if someone copies the same and make their profile more interesting n curious…J I wanted it to be unique, & in turn make me unique…J

Well any second person other than me can easy judge it as a bad habit who really know the dictionary meaning of ‘hobby ‘ & ‘habit’. Well life is much else than wats there in dictionary. As dictionaries cant respond to stimuli or human emotions. The days m talking is when I was of that eligible schooly that I had my papa to comb my noodle hairs n laze up shoe n mom to tuck my shirt tight up belt at right hole. So that everything figured out to be a common school boy. Well sorry for diverting. The reason for this is really pretty straight. I jus wanna carry u to my six plus valuable years from my birth where I was forced to wear shoe and step up daily to the hill pitched school which stood on peak stretching arms to call almost 500 plus such notorious kids like me who rather liked spending time with slipper on ground or preferably nearby roads with a marble or rubber ball in hand that can satisfy all his desires for the day…J.

Now coming to the hidden talent n the mightiest unique hobby I had.. Well by that age we hardly mean the meaning of mobile phone or cell n can any laymen shall hardly find the meaning in any standardized dictionary. That’s y I told dictionaries can’t understand human emotions. It’s obvious that there is always affinity to anyone to interact with any new guy or gal whom they find it interesting. And about me …I was quite interested in people since birth…:). Then.. mobiles were hardly known to world. But we schoolies had some unique way to contact or make anyone disturb. And that talent was not so easy to be masterized. I was one of them who did this job with lot of dedications n predicted unhealthy outcomes.

PEBBLES or SMALL STONES is wat m talking all about. And using it as a weapon is such a marshal kind of art that everyone cant masteries it without taking risk. And I was born bravo…!!!

My home hided at Thousand Five Forty Nine meters from school. So there was enough time for me to dedicate myself n to fertile this hidden talent.. J I spent most of this long time till I reach home in aiming the guys who are around my potential to reach with pebble. And gradually I acquainted so much skills that it became so spiritual that I could make any stranger know… that I was thinking about them by aiming them… J. Quite a crazy hobby. Aiming stones ain’t an easy task. And the risk is if any of the factors like size, mass, frequency, velocity or the direction had a hairline difference also…it was hell enough to cause blunders. And who else can dare to take such a challenge than me…:)

My favorite target was PAVAN…my pal since Class 1. He loved me so much that in class 5 he always use lay his bare fleshy thighs on my thighs n although we occupied first bench of the class. Hmmm quite fleshy he was then. But laying thighs still maintains its misery… Its better to ask him ly through this link in orkut throug this link… http://www.orkut.com/Main#Profile?uid=4101930902882570702 ..If someone is really interested ..he will be happy to explain I suppose… :)

I really plead a sweet sorry for targeting him all the time. It was his crunchy respond after aiming the stones that turned me crazy to throw one more…J whenever we were at leisure we utilized it to max in stonning each other… n funny part was he in turn use to bounce back but ratherly with bad in executing it most of the time… I know he’ll srew me up after reading this but this time his stone wont reach me … m in safer zone J and moreover this is my blog n I can write to my fullest desire to bake him raw... :)

Many a times it we love it but sometimes it went hard wen there was some real visible scratches done by the stone. We not only torched frns or enemies in school but also those unknown guys with whom we had no business to deal with. And some chicks whom we were desperate to talk with. This acted as miscall from a unknown number. It included Radha in class 5 n Jayyu in class 6..those were really some colorful years..!!! so much of blunders but still forgiven. :) . This talent was very useful in holidays too.

When we use to play cricket front of houses… there were countable mango trees with countless mangoes hanging all round. Our main aim was to push the ball into farm n houses n later by proofing same…grab the unripped mangoes. Either stones or broken branches were used as weapons. This really brought some fruit on HOLI festive day. Where no one cud identify the really crook…:) some people even raced with us to catch the culprit. But you know we apart from throwing stones we also played ‘Thief& the Police’ game popularly known as ‘KALLA POLICE’ in which we were trained to save our breath in such conditions…J those bulgy globy busted owners shall never catch us raw. I think the title ‘CATCH ME IF U CAN’ was derived accumulating all such acts ly…:)

The next preferable n everlasting busting I found was I started extending this talent in all the possible directions. This included aiming the vehicle as soon as it passed. As if it’s a do or die final match for India to win the World Cup and it’s the last ball last wicket n last run to complete and runner is running to his opposite end to make his team feel proud of himself and m the one who fielded the ball n now its my duty to kill the stumps ahead and crunch the cup. Everything n everytime it went fine. Until one day the real angry drove his jeep on the road, that separated the bowler n batsmen as equator. We all shed till it made its pass. As usual I picked a relatively medium sized stone n aimed it….. Bang it. It hit the target right on the metal sheet of the seater. It was a jeep that usually had open back. And anything can enter without opening any door. It relativitely made the bigger impact than wat his old engine did. The next moment the driver pushed the brake instead of accelerator. Things got crooked. Everything got silent as if some murder has happened in the next road. Ball rolled in unspecified direction. Everyone started gazing with mouth n eves kept open as if the villain coming out of car during his entry covering all screen in the theatre. He geared back n stepped out n started barking like a mentally retarded dog. Thank god he dint tasted anyone. I always hated injections…J he saw all the faces n I looked timid of all as the culprit rented in me..but I was ain’t had that Hitler expression in my face that anyone can catch me like the BOND caches…J and he ain’t a BOND. One of us looked wicked with his face frankly speaking he was the son of a police guy. Haha…there was fun outside too see him busted and crimpsy me can only hold my breath till he lays his legs back on accelerator. He busted his anger on all but later it went still dramatic when he tried lifting him up into his jeep to take him to police station. But poor guy failed in fulfilling his desires as like every villain fails in fulfilling his desires with heroine in every 80’s movies as he was enough heavy whom could have only carried with this own wish n will. This climax made some long lasting effect on me n controlled me for some times.

But things dint remain same for long time. We all came to high school. We were quite grown up now n hence target was turned to guys plus gals…In colleges it was still interesting. There we had much more interesting unknown peoples to meet. Then it was G+1 for our 10+2 education. The guys out on first floor cud easily target the below floor chicks. It’s a hot topic to discuss that whom all I aimed n how many success I found in that n so I don’t want to include in this…

Well at the end I wud jus like to say is I was born master in aiming stones but the surrounding society ruined me…:)

Five Point Nothing…!!!

Five Point Nothing…!!!

It was the early days of Engg we hardly new any counter game techniques to play with the subjects that were preached in colleges. It was then physics cycle for us in the first sem. We had real tough time in the beginning. As we were going out of focus in classes as coz of new pan of subjects in front of us and we being outsiders had some daily duties to be followed like introducing ourselves to the seniors at hostel after moving class. We hardly could focus anything hard on studies.

A week before it was announced that we will be facing internals of twenty five marks. But the syllabi was getting bulgier day by day. This created some sought of panic inside as the first internal for us doesn’t meant not less than as of writing a final exam. We were all new to this system of having eight subjects for six months. We were habituated to handle six subjects for twelve months. So eight subjects really meant some One Twenty percent more to us.

Last two days before the first internals…I found no difference in day n night. Made both the ends meet with a gap of three or four hours. Prepared as if I was leaving for a war unarmed. Two internals per day was no joke for me at least at that initial stage. I coped all possible questions n damn answers n some derivations which was sure to appear. I prayed my mighty GOD to give me the power to pen down the right things in exam.

At last that mighty hour came. Bell rang to start the exam. Q-papers prevailed every end of class room. I was in love with my Q-paper. Love at first site. As it had all those questions which I guessed. I grabbed my Answer book and started. Things went well for five marks. At last had I was to derive a equation for black body radiation or something. I donno my pen refused to move further. Mind got blocked as if m into all new incarnation n I don’t remember the past. And that too in a examination hall it was like your car gets strucked in a no man’s land and u have still hundreds of miles to reach the destination. No help knocked me in all possible three sixty degree. Sweat resisted to fit inside the body n started growing thicker on face. There was no Oasis for me until I got into end bell of the exam. I pathetically ended my first internals in on a mid desert.

Results were out in a week. And I knew I there was no much to cheer for me. But still collected the answer book. It was just all added FIVE for me. I tried for something more by checking with undoubted doubts in the answer book to get something more than five. But dint work. Class ended. And the famous song “Yaaro yaaro geechi hooda…” uttered in clear tone from inside. That night I honestly cald home n informed about the marks. But still they supported for improvement in next. But that guilt was eating me raw.

That day only I decided to change the study culture. I freaked out for movies. Threw the books onto the shelf and touched it only night before the internals. Watched as many as twenty three movies in theatres in first sem alone. Still managed to score twenty n twenty five in second n third internals. The average marks of best of two internal was calculated n twenty three was stamped at the finals. Whatever may be…but the figure FIVE POINT NOTHING for the first internals remained history in my records.

Class- 6

Class-6

Prologue

This Valentine’s Day is something special for me. As because I am celebrating it in some unique way by writing this blog. This blog can be considered as concluding part of previous blog ‘MY FIRST CRUSH’. There is lot to tell about Class-6 in my life. This year now there’s no more RADHA in the stage to pull out the crush story. Nevertheless, life wasn’t a full stop for crush to make a entry.

It was another unwontedly regular day in our Class-6. Me n PAVAN with strange eyes grabbing all possible concentration, were looking onto the Blackboard. TRESSA MISS was Class teacher for this year. And we were already heard that his being quit very strict enough that can make any student speechless to answer silly question like ‘what is 2X2??’. We wud have thought twice to reply it. Sounds silly but really we faced it at the nearest. Sitting in her class was no better than watching 3D horror movie with 3D specs alone in theatre. Everything felt so near n realistic.

She took literature English, pathetic Mathematics & Social Science as her subjects she announced. I and Pavan saw each other as we saw never saw each other before. It was hard to digest for us for three most pathetic subjects are handled by the most furious madam of all time… but one thing I have to say is she was very good in writing on board n report cards. The third person never made a wrong guess to read out wat she has wrote…J she had that capacity of holding the finest Belgium glass on our performance…J. Else than that Science was taken by favorite Lucy Miss, Kannada by Itlakki Sir n Hindi by Behanji (Kulkarni Teacher).

Class started by 10am after daily prayers both outside and inside the class. We sung national anthem out and in class we had separate prayers for English n Kannada medium. We all stood in our respective place n sung with joining hands…the following lines.

“Oh my God,

We are…

About to study

For the

Love of the

We be seech the

God blessing.”

Damn good I guess I uttered the same words wat we use to jus surpassed by lip movements in group at our classes. I beg no one shall ask the meaning…J.All we sat back. I was sitting at second of second bench. Madam had her usual entry with bunch of chalks n a black purse, with subject related neatly binded text book. The murmur and bithching vanished with her steps marching forward towards the table as like rain stops suddenly wen it makes its wrong entry in hot summer. “GOOOOD MOOOOOOOORNING MISSSSSS” a chorus of 58 joined me wishing my madam. She wished back as usual in serious tone.

She erased the chalk writtens on board completely to make sure that this board now her property for next 45 mins. Black board really looked truly black now. She then dusted the duster to the offset wall of the door. The cloud of chalk covered that whole area. She then came back to her table n wrote ‘English’ in her own style of letter ’E’ being in mid capsed n other running letters followed as soldiers behind the Emperor inn lower case. She always used mid capsed letter to start with either that off high capsed. I tried all my possible options to show it as close as to reality which Mr. Bill Gates has supported me through MS-word with possible option of font style n color. She underlined it twice one over the other as if she is not at all concerned about that poor chalk which sacrificed itself to lit the tube lights that was set in all 58 students.

Me n Pavan had no good reason to prove that we are much interested in class. We were sitting because we were just sitting and we had to sit next coming whole year. Suddenly a sweet female voice “Excuse Me Miss” barricaded all other attention with a ham-fisted feared look towards the Madam .

Not Againnnn…… ;-) my mind alerted. The lantern in mind glowed as like 1000W mercury lamp. We couldn’t look back the Madam until she slipped the next line from her pink lips. She was again not Radha but more refreshing to look at with some unique features. Her hairs were lengthened till nose I front which she maintained to keep it over head with a black tiny hair strip and it quite cover till neck at back. She was transferred all the way from another project area ‘Shaktinagar’. May only to replace my first crush…J . She was with a cover in her hand which had some predicted text books. She was quite modernized as off others as she was very neat with her pressed dress covering most of the skin. She was not with shoe for the first day as she was not really aware of the kind off wat she need to follow. Oh those bare legs in sloppy healed sandals were quite destructing n disturbing to any idiot dumb who is classified in the category of MALE. The toe nails were polished with pink nail polish which obviously any unseen guy also can guess. But only a gal can explain y she’s crazy about the color ‘PINK’ in better way. She had a same match with her hands. A tiny round faced black belted watch peeped outside world holding her left hand with buckle. A white shirt n a blue skirt as usual ramped her till knee n rest were left free for us to ramped by our eyesites…J. Those hairless legs were something awesome to look at so close that too in that age n who else can spend so many hours to see that no unwanted hair could left alive that shall kill her beauty than a true beauty conscious gal... J Slim n hot to resist is over all what I can define her as a whole .

Madam greened her with reasonable introduction. She was made to sit at second of second in gals row as accordingly to height. Exactly where I bumped myself in with guys. In those days we had some crazy thinks in our minds. We use to match guys with gals with respect to their position of sittings in the class. Like if the middle half of the class is folded like a paper right at the centre then who’ll face their opposite partner. I was quite more satisfied now to match myself with her…J Sorry Pavan, You still remained on cutting edge of first bench which in turn matched a gal called SAPNA. He always use to say …”Sapnaa tum kab hogi apnaaa” hmmm quite a poetic guy. But I think I can’t expect him to bump himself so long to write this whole blog. So I have taken the charge of describing him n little bit on myself in this blog…J

Now my neighby was PRADEEP. Who always stood first in class in showing marks to his parents more proudly than anyone else could dare to do the same. And I was waiting something magical breeze flowing from his end wud change me from lantern light to mercury lamp…J I mean even I wanted to come first in class…Off course who doesn’t like to be….!!! But the theory of “If everyone become leaders then who’ll be the followers” always made me to think twice to lead the class n ruined me rest of the life…J

He was one of those silent creatures who could kill someone with silence. But sometimes he use to pull the neighbies…by their respective eye catching pairs…. That’s really cool n common but the person who is in see-saw was really found to be in fire…. It was hot outside n really cool from inside… I enjoyed the names twinkling up but ain’t so open topic to discuss. One more my all time(School days till 10^th only) friend cum enemy was MANOJ who was considered to be the Master of Mischievous activities. Well this blog is not sufficient to explain his glory…J He was the inventor of LOVE CALCULATOR in our class. He use to join any two names in our class which belong to male n female category… n calculate the percentage of being matched n announce it in the class as if he is standing in some campaign for the forth- coming election. I was not any odd man of his victim list. Obviously he joined my name with many but I was rather curious to see the result until turned with her. He made use of all his best skills that he learnt till Class-6 to bring out the result on boards as 72% OOooops did I love her so much..!!! J A pleasant figure to look at. But the way he campaigned it like repeated Ad on television in any One Day match like repeatedly after every over…. really turned blushing pink to angry red. There was usual WWE we use to practice in such situations and the scene use to drop the screen by oathing each other of not talking for rest of the life. But this too dint remained for many long days. He maintained the same log sheet with many of us in the class.

Hummmm at last a day came where it was pre-declared test day made its bouncy entry in quite exact month end. Our knew one fact that guys go pink to sit with gals. And guys or gals together as a whole in exam can fetch any dumbo could earn the seal of COPY n PASTE of 25 below the line to above one or at least the digit with prefix ‘2’. So it was made a interlocking of guys n gals… I mean to say guy n gal seated besides to low down the copy cat skills. As from start first bench was mingled later it came our turn. She was made to sit beside me. Her angel eyes looked me first time so close. Even I was not supposed to dare to search her black eye-piece in her eye ball. It conveyed me to push back so that she can easily fit into to come inside with crossing any speed-breakers in between the desk. I shrugged back my ass as far as it possible to touch the back bench. She made her first close entry. The fragrance of ‘Spinz’ deo never been as pleasant as of that day. As the movement came closer…my heart beated as if some rock band is performing madly on stage with hundreds of drums.. As she came closer n closer to pass over me… it was like watching solar eclipse from hours together to see the complete dark…. And at last that magical moment came. The back upper shin of her knee sliced my hard knee bone. That was something I shall never forget. I was like I lost the knee down with that cut. Solar eclipse is now no wonder. Its happening every year. But that touch was once in life. OOooopsss… who else in this world can get such a chance to sit with his/her most believed crush in exam. Poor madam, coudnt judge us properly. I should really thank her for putting her best efforts to make us sit together. We shared all unknown answers for the known questions. We now no more blushing strangers. But we were blushing friends here after.

Every now n then here after she or me talked for one or the other reason. I asked her the perfume that turned me sick whenever she use to come near. She revealed with no shrink in face with quite a giggle smile on her face. Whenever I use to turn on gals row or vice-versa….we use to see each other. There are still tones of things to reveal. Think if I go on writing this…it will not end in just one or two pages. N surely her father will come with gun searching me on this desert island n I ll be his prey before you all finish the last line of this blog… J

Days passed to months n months to year. We were at the end of Class-6. We all gathered to pull out our lucky nos in the exam. Madam distributed the Progress Report to all of us as per the rolling nos. There was something more blushing waiting for me. My fav madam of Class 2 had something who once gave as many as 8 beating four on either hands has awarded 100 full marks out 100 for science which I never dreamt. I was made 10^th most person to stand in a row of securing 10 best highest marks in all subject. The breeze that blew really had some effect to igite from lantern to mercury lamp…J Though zero had no value for her but I guess she was also happy with that zero… J

Hope I briefly ate ya enough time n head in revealing my Class-6 of my life…J

The 8 mistakes of my life

It is said that parents or teacher screw their children when they are kiddies. It doesn’t mean that they don love them. But in turn it means that they love more then wat the childrens guess n mould them to the finest. I was one of them. Everyone was so much back of me that no one wanted to leave their quota of screwing me when I was kid…J

It was just a weak passed from my day of promotion from Class 1 to Class 2. We hardly knew who was our class teacher. Suddenly a sweet Madam in pink sari with matching lipstick came into the class as late comer. But aint she was. She was our Class Teacher…!!! I was just floated a bit and was happy to see the new madam. For this thing I have say sorry to RADHA addressed in my prior blog as my first crush. Actually I had the crush when even I dint even heard the word CRUSH. Meaning of it was like pineapple on a unknown island. Well now I feel the use of elders screwing their youngers is ain’t bad… we grow up without our knowledge. But only thing is the wonders we created in our childhood is only given the true color when we recycle it from the memory bin.

I never use to miss my classes. If I wud have done that also I wud have been screwed either home or school. N I dint know much places than either these two. But still I was not so buddu also…Honestly I was bit dishonest wen I really dint wanted to brush my shoes till school…JIn fact I was molded…J I had several forecast reasons to escape…like headache, stomach ache, fever etc etc…. But coming to this madam… she was very pretty n stylish then all…she was bit round about but nevertheless stood out of all n the prettiest madam I ever saw than the heroines who were like twinkling stars.

LUCY MISS…J ..yes that’s wat we used to call her. Perhaps every student practiced the same. But she was strict enough to me anyone’s nightmare. We always by default fear to that stick which she use to carry it like her number plate on vehicle. Never gets detached. And as usual n as said above I was loved too much from childhood by all. As a result I was 100% sure of tasting the stick in every 1^st week or at the most 1^st month of my newly promoted classes was a mandatory ethic I followed. I maintained it.

Now this time it was a heart-breaking sequence. More accurately saying…crush getting crushed…!!! My madam gave some 30 different English words to study n to learn it write it without seeing. That’s wat cald DICTATION.. The total dictated words wud not cross 10. So the probability was 1 in every three or randomly tougher in three…Punishment was 1 sweet kiss on hand from her beloved stick for every wrong word that we wud predict..I had very clear vision n highly defined grasping power to grasp the spell from others wen they move their pencils onto book...I somehow managed to mug up all those but it hardly got digested. There were thousands of thoughts going on in mind. In between how shall I remember these silly 30 words. But they were ain’t so silly wat we thought. At last that moment came. Where we wrote at the centre of whole new page DICTATION… which we all copied from the bored. It was the age when I cudnt spell my name itself. Actually after getting habituated to this way of learning I mugged spelling of my own name wen I was on the way to my school in Class 5. I still remember how I use to speak to myself repeating my spelling while walking side of lane with green bushy weeds on either sides of road. I have really put such a effort to remember 5 letters for 5 days without any confusion.. Then how can I imagine doing miracle in Class 2 with those 30 magical words. Which appeared like as if she has collected it from 30 different globes. Well I was no more a magician. As n how she started my mind started working on probabilities n combination with countless options. My mind was sound enough to figure out any lighter confusions into deeper one. Even grasping power dint help a lot. Coz everyone was in chaos that wat they are prediction will actually end with silver lining or they may end in deep shit… so one after another she went on dictating.. the page once started like a neat golf coarse had now become a pig yard. Erasers made their maximum contribution to keep it clean. At last 10 magical unknown words ended. Now the real threat started. Bench after bench everyone started to remain in line to get the corrections from my favorite madam. Till then I din say any hi to that stick. This probably the first time I shall express my gratitude. 3 mistakes, 5 mistakes.. the guys rolled in some or other probability in and around…. My term was next…n I was totally finding myself weightless… she was going on correcting my book..n I was counting the number of mistakes without any confusion… if I was not wrong it summed up to 8 out of 10. How fine it was if it was correct ones. Now how can I get screwed up 8 times in a row without rest. One after other with pathetic crumpsy wrinkling on ma face I managed to get all 8 out 8 on my only 2 little hands. It turned red. It was so hot n red that till then the crush which ws cooking inside burnt black n got crushed…L my first crush crunched in disastrous ending.

Later she came onto black board n erased the irrelevant on the board n also the heap of crush in my tiny heart… L n the cloud of chalk covered the board same way heavy droplets was about to civer my eyes. To much loving bring tears. This is really true…J and m very glad to inform that the same madam in Class 6 gave all possible 100 out of 100 in science. Now this shall make some real difference…J The 8 mistakes really fetched some fruit for me… J I still n ever respect u LUCY MISS…J