Friday, May 30

Gone In 60 Seconds

Man, it was Friday again, a day one waits since eons, one day in life of a techie to feel free from the entire official work, and sit and relax when you know the next two days will act as a facelift for you with no work pressure and no going back to the haunting IT mansions where one acts as a zombie banging heads in its artificial counterparts. I wonder why people call it as a freaky Friday, well, you ask an IT employee for whom rest all the other weekdays are much more freakier, torturous and darkest unending, undying nightmares. Friday at my place would generally mean a day to celebrate freedom, a day to booze with friends and a day to be nocturnal creatures partying all night to enjoy the next dawn’s sleep as divine as mortal grave.
As soon as I left from my workstation, it was already past 7’s dusk, I decided to give a pleasant visit to an old friend whom I was longing to meet for a while. Nothing can be more special then spending the Friday’s carnival night with a close friend and interact about your world to his’. On my way to his residence, I knew I would encounter many traffic signals. One of them was the cenotaph road’s signal which turned shining red ball on my way and in less then half kilometer's vicinity from the crossover, I bang-ed my foot on to the brakes of the bike. The engine almost went dead as the bike cruised from 75 to 0 in a split second and I was flabbergasting as insufficient air was pumped in my heart because of the furious nitro run that I was otherwise enjoying before barging onto the signal. The countdown began on the timer just next to the red light blinking 60, 59, 58, 57…….I decided to send a sms to the friend, while the light was shining dark red; saying that I’ll be at his place in less then half hour. So I had less then 60 seconds to bring my bike to neutral, take out the mobile and type a sms and send it across him. I still remembered, I was the fastest typist on any mobile during college times. Nokia, Sony or any mobile, I’ll not even see on the screen and in no time the message would be typed and sent. Wonder, if I would have taken up a job of taking dictation on mobile instead of the crawling life of IT. During our exam times, my gang in college will sms the answers to all objective questions to our mates within seconds. But, now it’s been more then two years since I left or rarely smsed to any of my friends, so, it was oblivious for me to vaguely remember the art of writing a mobile message. And that too, I had Motorola handset on which writing a message was quite an occasional task for me. The time on the signal was ticking...40, 39, 38…. The blood was rushing in veins and petrol in the engine of the bike, I immediately brought the bike to neutral and turned it off, took out the mobile and started typing. I knew I had to spare 10-15 seconds after sending the message to switch on the ignition and run. While I was typing the message, I could feel the rush hour of vehicles behind me waiting to bombard me with their annoying horns in no time. I fumbled a bit while searching for my friend’s name in the list, but, made it in few seconds. I thought if giving it a last read to the message before banging on the send option. The message read, “hey sumit, how r u doin, look, am on my way 2 ur place, wil be ther in 15 mins”. I finally clicked the send button and placed it back in my pocket. Then, I looked at the timer; it was still showing like 18 seconds to wait. Damn, I still not lost the touch of typing on a mobile. I felt victory but there was no competition or will call it as a race against time. I enjoyed that minute’s race. I turned the keys and drove off to my friend’s place once again at my bike’s top speed. I wonder as if... it was... desi version of the hit Hollywood buff, “gone in 60 seconds” in the making.

Friday, May 9

The Wonder Years Of Bicycling

Right from the day we stepped in this world, expropriating through the perambulatory days and marking the end of the teenage period, to finally kickoff the genesis of adulthood; life was fun for all of us as we did things to our own whims and fancies with least apprehensions, and if any there were, was taken care by our parents. I remember those non-confabulatory golden school days when we were young and vibrant and never cared for anything more then our own imaginary world of bright colors, friends, happiness and love & care all around. Those days, I remember, when my parents gifted me my first bicycle, the fond memory of it stumbled in front of me, tinkering a smile on my cheek. The happiness I had for having something very precious and dear to me, my bicycle, made me feel like as if I was on the cloud nine. The possessive nature and thinking n times before giving it to my siblings and friends added more precariousness within me. All of my friends would gather at some place and descant about the trendy bikes each one of us possessed and try to outshine the other. We would conduct bike races (thankfully inspired from the videogames we played) and expeditions of riding through not worthy roads to show the macho nature of our bikes. I remember one of my friend had gears on his bike which made us carp him and envy him throughout. Gals had their own ladybirds whereas guys would look for some heavy duty, Hercules bikes which gave a cool dude looks. School used to threaten in those days but the pleasure of riding on our machines and the charm of show-off to our school mates at off hours did a kind of remunerative job for us. Life as well as the royal road was as creamy and smooth as ice-cream when we hopped on our steely machines. The irk to make projectiles of water while trespassing the water filled puddles, thanks to the rainy season, drenched the fellow riders completely. The tube tyres added wings to our road flights. I miss the wonder years and becomes nostalgic sometimes when I remember about my first love and the fun I had over it during my childhood. A jiffy remembrance when it’s picture flickers in front of me today, made me pen it down in my blog. I miss it wholeheartedly, esp. the ride over it which I guess will now truly be recapitulated when my baby will ask for his first bike.

Thursday, May 8

We Dutched That Night..

It was the usual weekend we IT guys will have in our lives. Saturday was soon to be replaced with Sunday’s dawn. My room mates planned to spend the Saturday night in Velacherry where most of out batch-mates were residing. Well, it was more of frequent Saturday night carnivals for us to night-out at friend’s place and enjoy, gulping all the office and carrier worries down the throat by diluting it in whisky, beer etc. it was evening’s 8pm (no guys not talking about the brand ‘8PM’ but the time) and the party was already set in Velacherry. In this blog, I present to you some of the very generic excerpts that took the limelight always amongst me, saugata, sujeet, prabhjot, anshul, sanket, shailender, abhishek, muktesh and vipin. I hope I’ve not missed any of the names. Sorry if I did, guys, you know sometimes it becomes difficult for one to really come out of the eternal(no ridicule please) hangover set-in in those not-so-freaky abandoned mansions wherein mostly we remember more about our drinks and mushy chicken pieces but occasionally about the members present. This blog is not meant to hurt anyone’s feelings, so people sticking their eyes on it must not go into the deeper meaning of the excerpts and just let-it-go-off and enjoy the fun-doze. “Resemblance to all characters is purely coincidental and not fictitious”. Vipin, my room mate turns into a veteran actor, once he’s on a full throttle after gulping the entire bottle of whisky. He can act like anybody and lift-up the entire house with loads of laughter. But tonight I try to put in some of the all time hit dialogues of my very dear friends which have become a trademark for their characters. For a fellow blogger reading this article, might some of the quotes sound Latin or Greek, but sorry mate, full apologies for it, I hope you also have a nice time reading it. Some of the lines might be in Hindi, so I hope guys won’t face much problems going through it. Well, I’ve already come a long way boring you with the plot. Let’s hit the show.
As I’ve already mentioned it was Saturday’s 8pm and the house roaring in with all kinds of beasty noises from the characters mentioned above, guys freaking out with their handfuls with a leg piece and the mug of Budweiser or glass of royal challenge in the other one. TV was played but with least attention. It was a crazy moment as everyone discussed about what all is happening in the personal lives and how things are working for each one of them. Alcohol was gushing out of the bottles like water and diving into the thirsty mouths. And this is how the conversation finally went:
Saugata (best about this guy is, if he gets into anything he’ll dig it deep to the core, no matter whether it’s girls, maths, movies or writing stories (no derision bro)…but truly, I love this guys creative thinking and witty answers and sometimes when he’s dumb struck without clue on how to go about things.): "bhai, tujhe pata, kal CTK mein punjaban ko dekha, kya gazab lag rahi thi. Just imagine. Punjab mein toh ladkiyan mast hoti hongi. Just imagine".
Sujeet: "bhai (guys mostly call close friends as bhai here), maine kuch nahi kiya, mein toh vahan par tha bhi nahi".
** what place this guy is talking about, actually nobody knows of. One wonders if it’s the 2 peg whisky’s effect on him or is it because of his Bengali cum Bangladeshi network’s effect on him.
Suddenly vipin sir will jump in:
Vipin(his motto in life is "eat cricket, sleep cricket, drink only vodka, gin, tequila, wine, beer and desi tharra....sorry noplace for coca cola"): 3 times, "malooom, malooom, malooom…….. "(He gives a pause and by the time he’s about to say something, someone else takes the center of attraction).
** what vipin wanted to tell others nobody knew.
He sips his glass 3 times but without any alcohol actually touching even his lips and blows off the cigarette 3 times not knowing the fact that the stub is already blown out in the first go.
Anshul (our satyam idol finalist with good singing skills. Comes in singing a song from the movie race. I guess the singing had a lot of hard effect on him with the alcohol by his side): “oh jaaneja dono jahan meri baahon mein aa, aa janeja”.
And then once again silent prevails. Suddenly prabhjot has something to say.
Prabhjot (best thing about him is he’ll laugh on all the pjs that he himself crack. Ya you gussed it right, its pj time):
Here it goes…….

Boy prapoz to a gal....
Boy: i love u,, will u marry me??Gal: kya?
Boy: will u marry me?
Gal: sakkal dekhy hai apany? isasse achha hai ki suicide kar loon,par tujse saadi nahi karungy..
Boy: marr jayegy par kissy gareeb ke kaam nahi ayegy....

The house bursts out into laughter once again. But suddenly vipin sir, out of the blue moon:
Vipin: ab chod do, jaane do. Kya karoge jaankar.
People wandering is he saying this for praby’s joke or some other reaction is happening in his mind. Next was my turn to speak.
Me (speaking something which sounded greek not only for the listener but even to myself, like some heavenly constellations colliding to burst out something new and funny, but all in vain. Am a movie buff and rock listener): bhai saugata, have you seen the flick pulp fiction, bhai you’ll go crazy after watching it. Man, Travolta has done it once again.
Saugata: "sahi bata, nahi bhai dekha nahi. But will watch it now. Bhai tu great hai. Just imagine".
Muktesh: "chakko beere chakko glass"(enjoying the drink more then the gossiping).
Vipin: "ab chod do, jaane do. Kya karoge".
Vipin does it again. But this time, he lighted the matchstick 3 times to burn the cigarette…ON OFF ON OFF and finally ON, not knowing that it’s still in OFF mode.
Vivek (it’s difficult to stop this guy once he’s on after a drink or two): yaar, what you say, is this correct to celebrate the labor’s day. We will not take the leave that day and better go to office.
So he’s come up with an off beat topic. But sadly, no audience to speak or listen to it.
Anshul: “tadap tadap ke is dil se aah nikalti rahi……..
Sanket: "haan, yaar dekhlo mera toh veg khaane ke saath ho jayega. Sab theek hai na".
One must listen to this guy when he speaks on phone….too hilarious. No offense dude.
Sharma (A.K.A abhishek): "dekh lau, kya re, aur kaisa hai re. aur bata kya chal raha hai".
Vipin: "maloooom????? Ab jaaane do. Chod re".

And this how the entire night is spent without actually coming to a constructive conclusion to the n number of strings actually started with the S-day’s dusk falling inn.
I hope nobody will have any grudges for me after reading this post.
Take care guys and god bless you all.


No guys, this post is not about the movie “black” where the entire set was colored blue but is more about the color black, the enigma; the power it carries with it and also the hidden mysteries associated with it. Ever wondered why is black always linked to evilness?, why Batman or Undertaker dress-up in black to fight against black? (quite an irony), why it’s threads are spread out to the urban legends or the vicious vamps? Or why is it hailed as the unquestioned color of negativity and darkness????
Picture this, you are sleeping in your room at 2 mid-night when complete darkness prevails around you that makes oneself invisible. And suddenly, you hear the opening of the door of your room but you are not able to figure out the person standing there coz of darkness. You respond back in apprehension, “who’s it??” but no reply comes from the other end. Your all Robert Langdon kinda sleuthing efforts go in vain. You try to look for the nearby switch to light the room when suddenly a vague sharp reflection is carved on your face and you figure it out as the reflection of a street light beaming on to the sharp knife in the stranger’s hand at the doorstep. Now, adrenaline is looking for newer nerves as the rush flows inn and sweat trickles down your forehead to the neck and you look for covers. And the panic sets in. the only question that strikes your mind is, “Oh god, who’s this guy? Why he wants to kill me and why is it too dark in here????? Please send someone for help”. Don worry guys, just a thought but see the power of black. It can make you cry which can be more painful then a real sudden death.
All those who perform black magic or tantra vidya via witch board’s (calling the dead from their epitaph) are infected by the realms of black. Imagine how will the world look without the color black. There’ll be no night as the day will never come to an end. No stars or moon will be visible and we humans will never sleep.
Close your eyes for a spilt second and tell me the first color you perceive. Yes, you guessed it right, it’s black. This is the power it has. You cannot escape from it. It’s omnipresent. So, if it is universal, is it really the color of nefariousness??? Or is just the human conception to mislead the society with wrong interpretations of the balefulness of the negativity it permeates??? These are some of the questions that still demands some answers. Our shadow is never red or green or yellow but always black.
I sometimes, imagine, why so many aficionados of music compile songs or their band names on the theme of black? You name it, black Sabbath, iron maiden’s few compositions like fear of the dark, hallowed be thy name, etc, are all propagating negative vibes associated with darkness.
But, it’s black that gives rise to white too. White is no white without separating itself from black. Diamond is formed out of coal which is black. It is, I would say, one color that balances the nature and life and death. Picture a chess board without black boxes.
Black and white are inseparable. So, in the absence of black there is no white even. Take anything, black money/white money, chess board or B&W movies. Still a question haunts in my mind as to why people indulge themselves into acts of racial discrimination inspite of the fact that white exist only coz of existence of black.
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