A half a century old man, "Nasta karoge". "Nahi uncle main subah khata hoon to pet mein jalan ho jati hai". In one of the episodes of a sitcom "how I met ur mom", the lead actor goes to 10 sessions to a dermatologist and then on a date with the same doctor. He tries to give her some flowers to which she says she is allergic to. "So now we get to know each other". The difference. "Woh Jo choti larki thi usko cancer ha." "Haan mere fufa k chote bhai ki biwi ko bhi cancer tha aur woh thk hain Abhi". I guess the amount of information shared between my fellow passengers will be far more than the the info shared between the lady doctor and patient from the sitcom in tens of dates. The old man is a retired officer from army, one of the guy works in some company in IT industry and the other is from nagarjuna college. And now I'll hear some interesting stories from army.

I have dropped my wife to the test centre and I haven't gone past a kilometer, my bike's back tube gets punctured. I waited for a couple of hours for the puncture shop to get opened and now he is repairing the tube. He has asked for 110 for some heat techinique he is going to use for repair. Meanwhile I got a call from office to work which I said I'll start working after few hours as I'm stuck in this problem right now. My bil is taking care of my baby at home and he is also trying to book tatkal ticket for tomorrow. I should better go and check how much more time it is going to take. Bbye. A beautiful girl fit to mohit's choice: yeh xyz building kahan hai bhaiya. "Address kya hai madam?". 8'th main 4'th cross 2'nd stage. "Yeh first stage hai madam. Road cross kijiye aur samne k bagal wale road mein jaiye woh 8'th main hai"

Today i had to accomplish the task of moving the bed and a big cartoon belonging to my friend to his house. While i was on my way back from office, i spotted a carrier auto parked at Banashankri II'nd stage. I asked for the driver to the man standing near auto. He pointed towards a tea stall. The driver seemed to be of the same age as mine, was a shade darker than me, a bit smaller in height and thinner. I asked him for the fare from kanakpura road to marathahalli overbridge. He informed me it would be Rs 800. Then i told him that the goods were to be picked up from my house at Gubbalala village. Then he asked for Rs 1000. After a little bit of haggling he agreed on Rs 900. I took him to my house. I started moving the bed and cartoon on my own. Seeing that he offered help. Together we moved the bed which had once taken four of my friends to move. Pretty soon we started our journey. He took me through J P Nagar. Earlier i used to think that i'm pretty much aware of that area.

Few people keep their emotions under hard shell and they never open up to any person, even not to those considered to be their closest friends. Everyone can be a part of their joys but to be a part or their sorrows, a really tough nut to crack. They might have opened up once to the special one but after that special person was gone from their life, they were closed for ever. Sharing is what defines friendship, so not sharing their all emotions in a way make them very unfriendly in nature. But this also can't be detected very easily. They would try their best to escape from any situation in which they might have to reveal their innermost feelings. They might be very good listeners and would be the unfailing mental and emotional support to their friends but their bonding is ionic is nature. They only listen to their feelings but will never disclose themselves. 

Whenever i remember my childhood, it appears to be very happy childhood. I used to visit my village very frequently which was hardly 20 kms from my house at Patna. We used to get an auto till station or Mithapur, from there we used to board a rickety bus, or calling it a bus would be huge exaggeration, tata 407 to be specific. It used to drop us at Punpun, a bazaar for our village and from there we had to walk 4 to 5 kms on foot. Remembering of Punpun, there was a grocery shop of Rashid Mian, where my father used to leave me when he would be shopping for the home and cattle. I was very patient child from start itself, i never complained for those hours of wait. Rashid Mian's shop had very peculiar smell of beedies, dried leafs with tobacco inside, that smell I even feel today. Then there used to be non stop songs playing from his sound box. Then there was Shankar, our charwaha, he used to work on our fields. When i was small enough I used to ride on his shoulder for the distance b

"What is it, tell me why are you so dull?" he asked. She, with a very low voice, "Nothing, everything is fine." He reasoned, "Then why are you acting so weird. You are strolling alone in the garden leaving back your mobile as if there is none to care for you. It has been only three days since you have been left alone for some time. Friday I thought you will come back from the office and would be tired so i left with my friend. Saturday since we were going for rock climbing which obviously you couldn't do so we left you and today also you were so tired from the household work that i didn't think of bothering. I accept that these three days I have not even talked to you but there were reasons." She had always been a tough lady. After her childhood she had hardly shed any tears whatever might have been the situation. But today the shell across her soft heart was being tested. It couldn't bear the pressure and broke away which resulted in tears tri

He was a guy who was least interested in his praises. Any words remotely related to his boasting discomforted him. His mother as every mother in this world was very proud of him. And in this pride they tend to hurt someone's ego. He had encountered one instance before. His mother in law in the excitement of praising her daughter had unintentionally made indications that his life would be very smooth because of her daughter and he need not care much. But this directly hit his ego as if he was not capable of making his life comfortable on his own. He and his mother were on a long journey on train. In conversation to the fellow passengers his mother was telling about him, "He usually travels by air but this time he couldn't get ticket on time so he is having to travel by train." She was telling a mere fact but she didn't notice that the fellow passengers were hurt. He noticed it. First he indicated through his eyes. Then he told her, "How many time have I told y

He came out of the bathroom and dressed up in his non ironed clothes. She told him, "Please wear the ironed clothes.". To which he resisted as usual. She insisted, "You wear something else or give it to me, I'll iron them out.". Without any reason he started screaming and went back to his old nonsense reasons complaining, "Can't I even wear clothes of my choice". She kept on smiling like an innocent lamb. Then she came forward and tried to open the shirt herself, he pushed her aside tore his shirt which was bought by his brother for his marriage and threw it. He said with anger, "Happy Now." She with tear drops floating in her eyes as dew drops: What mountain did I ask you to climb? I had simply asked you to wear ironed clothes as you are going to be in interview panel. He: Love Dammit, love. Love is the thing every wife asks from her husband through all these small favors and that i'm incapable of giving you however hard I might try.

There has been thrice when my bullet has failed me. 1> The accident which I had mentioned in one of my blogs had resulted in stalling of my bullet. I was unable to move it even an inch forward. Then I had dismantled the disk brake and started my bull in that state itself. It was able to take me safely to the service center twenty kms away. 2> The second instance was when my clutch system was totally ruined. I was trying hard to start my bull but my kick itself was not working. It just behaved as if I have pressed the clutch lever. I adjusted the clutch several time and some how I was able to start it. I straightaway took it to service center and they changed the whole clutch system. 3> This time on one fine morning it failed to start. Usually it used to start in single kick, but this day i tried numerous times with no result. It was not cold also. I tried the choke, pressed the kick several times after pulling the clutch lever. But no result. Luckily my bike was on higher alti

This saturday I with my full family went to Art of Living Ashram on kanakpura road. First we went to information center, there they prepared our itinary which started with a short video about Swami Ravi Shankar and intoduction to "Art of Living". It was followed by twenty minutes meditation which was eternal in experience. Then we went to the international center. There my father made numerous failed attempts to enter the hall. We had entered the internation center bare footed. We had kept our shoes and sandles at the start of the staircase. So my younger brother's hush puppies were also there only. My father gave his time teseted advice which no one followed. "You should never keep new shoes in pair. Put one part at one side and the other some where else". These internation centers have several halls for organinsing lectures on various courses. When we were upstairs the classes were dismissed and the candidates were proceeding towards the kitchen. When we came