On my way back from office, I saw a family on an auto at a signal. The family had husband, wife and two lovely kids, the elder progeny a girl and the younger one a boy. Usually after seeing any kid i try to attract their attention and interact with them by making faces or friendly gestures. I try to make children smile because their smile makes me satisfied and somehow that smile gets reflected into my happiness. After seeing these kids i was my usual self and i tried to pull the nose of the girl child. But at that time a strange thought struck my mind. With so many cases of child abuse and rapes being reported would the parents of the child consider me as a threat or a friendly person. Where would they be drawing a line for the classification between the two. All these absurd thoughts were going on in my mind. The signal turned green and the auto moved forward. The girl looked back, smiled at me and took away all the worries i had.

I reached my wife's office but her work was not over yet so I decided to wait in the park behind her office. I took over a cemented bench parked my stuff like laptop bag, helmet etc on the same bench and made myself comfortable. Then I started listening to the radio on my mobile. I would have hardly listened to one song when I saw an elderly person, fair and wearing a dhoti and shirt, approaching me. He had sandalwood smeared over his forehead which meant he must be a brahmin. He was short in hieght, not more than 5feet and few inches. He had a smiling and pleasant face. I wondered why he was coming towards me as there were other vacant benches. Anyways out of courtesy I removed my stuff from the bench and kept it down. I also removed earphone from my ears thinking the old man might be feeling lonely and wants to have some chit-chat and that's why he has come to the bench where I was sitting. He sat beside me. In the meantime my maternal younger brother called me. When I was ...

There are connections which seems to be lifeline at one point of time, and you feel you can't survive without those. But time and work makes survival possible even without those.

I had not seen my baby ( :) possessive ) in these five months. Not that he/she was five months old and i had  not seen him, it was just that my wife was into her fifth month and i had not accompanied her inside the ultrasound scan room on the previous two occasions. So till now i had not seen him/her. One of my close friend had advised me several times that it is a norm and i should also accompany my wife but some how i didn't feel the need. But this time i went inside, the reason i'll tell you later. But first the view: Some one had told me that once you see your baby all your woes will vanish. And i think this was definitely that moment. The world had never been so beautiful. I had forgotten everything in that one moment. And my baby also seemed to be sharing my feelings. She/he was happily giggling just like me. She/he was yawning inside my wife's womb far from the worries of the world. It was definitely love at first sight with my kid. The reaso...

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 ...

1'st situation: It was around winters of 2006. We were in the second year and almost all of our then final years were placed in decent companies. So the time was definitely for grand celebrations. The day was decided and the venue was our final year senior's hostel Emarald. And these parties usually meant lots and lots of alcohol to be consumed. My roommate Mr. M was particularly drunk that day and he was having and out of this world experience. He is kind of geek so all his aspirations were coming out in this state. He was insisting that he should grab some foreign internship in the summer vacations or else his life is a waste and he was taking advice from seniors for that. After few more plastic glasses of alcohol he was unable to stand up properly. So I was by his side. He wanted to go to the loo. I tried to hold him by his shoulder but pushed me aside and said I'm in full control and don't try to offer me help. I can be on my own. That was his confidence. 2'nd s...

The incident I'm going to narrate happened with one of my colleague. I'll write in his words. I don't know whether I appear dumbo from my face or from my activities I send strong vibrations of dumbness. I'm always in scenarios where in my near and dear ones as well as those who are distant relatives or even acquaintances will be asking me for some kind of favor from me, be it financial or in service. This is one similar account. It was a Saturday evening when i usually watch any movie in a theater nearby. I was on my normal schedule as on any other Saturday. When I was on the bus my father called me and I attended his call without realizing that I've grabbed someone else's attention also. When my call ended, the guy standing beside me came to me. He was dressed up like a dude having very modern attire, latest hair cut like a hippy. He introduced himself to me in my local language. He must have got the idea that I'm from his place from my conversation to my...

Problem Statement : I bought my bike Royal Enfield Classic 350 maroon colour, a reason for many to be envious, on 6'th June 2010. I was told by my salesman that I would be receiving my registration certificate in a month. I shifted my house in that period but I had good relation with the guard of that apartment and had told him, "if the RC smart card arrives via post, give me a call". I also had made frequent visits to that house and inquired about the RC smart card. After a month till the end of eleven months I had made many calls to the showroom as well as RT office for the RC book but all these calls were of no use. I also went to the showroom once but he said me to collect it from RT office. Each weekend I thought of going to the electronic city RTO which was some twenty plus kilometers from my house but because of my "matiyao" nature was not able to accomplish this task. Eleventh hour arrived when I had to renew my insurance. I made calls to the insurance o...

How many times has it happened to you that you are in some deep trouble or any kind of mental disturbance with no one around to share your feelings with and all of a sudden you get a call from your mom saying she has seen a very bad dream about you and asks your well being. Some time or the other everyone would have experienced this thing. Such is relationship between a child and his/her mom. Such is the purity and strength of this relationship that all other relationships appear to be fake or brittle when compared with it. In other relationships, the opposite person has to understand your state of mind through your behaviour or facial expresion or changing frequency and amplitude of your voice. But in this case you don't say a word, don't express yourself or even don't show your face to your mom but through some undiscovered means she knows the exact state of your mind. May be after birth even after cutting the physical umbilical cord some kind of invisible cord is left be...

As a child I was always told that the greatest happiness is there in giving and not accepting things. And to prove this thing a story was told about Akbar and Birbal in which Akbar was provoked to eat a stomach full meal and then was taken on a boat ride. When his bowel gets upset and he needs to answer the nature's call, the boat ride is intensionally delayed for a longer time. Finally when he reaches ground and is done with his job he feels very relived. And we were told that this type feeling can be achieved only by giving things away. Giving is one thing and giving away the thing you love is another. In the story also whatever Akbar gives away to the field was not meant for him. He was never in love with that thing. It was meant to be passed away. When you have to give things you love it hurts a lot. Ask a small child for the toy he has just got after a lot of pestering to his parents. He would die crying but won't let it go. Adults are no different. Ask a guy insanely in ...