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In Brief~Situations and Abbreviations! ;)

There was a time when we used to heartily laugh when in a group, be it among friends or family. And then took over the phenomenon of short text messaging (SMS), online chatting and social networking. People began to spend more time on their personal computers, meet other such freaks online, chit-chat, gossip and become “friends” with each other.
In this entire transformation of personal to online interaction, people forgot to have a hearty laugh in actual. We now do a LOL (Laugh Out Loud) or a ROFL (Rolling On Floor Laughing) and many more, at basically anything and everything without even actually doing it!! πŸ˜›

I had reached the bus station earlier than expected, and was waiting for a friend to arrive. So to check where she was I texted her “hey where are you?”…and she replied with a “In a crowded bus – no place to breathe – stuck in traffic – should take some time to reach”…
I replied back in an awfully disgusting way…saying, “hope you have no armpits around” and her reply had a “ROFL” πŸ˜›
I shot back asking “You were saying that you are in a crowded bus…how did you manage to laugh rolling on the floor?” πŸ˜‰
“GET LOST YOU DUFFER” – was all that I got back as a reply. πŸ˜€

And then there are those intelligent fools who use these abbreviations, not knowing what they actually mean.
I had shared such an experience in a post before (link: HERE). When I received his message that morning, I didn’t know whether to laugh or feel sad – as his message read “My grandpa died last night buddy. LOL 😦 ”
Later I got to know that he had bloody no idea about these abbreviations…nor did he realize they were abbreviations in the first place. Being new to the world of texting, he had received texts containing “LOL’s and ROFL’s” and even he began to use those in a way punctuations (comma’s and fullstop’s) are used! πŸ˜›

And now there are lots of extentions to these two basic abbreviated laughters…some abbreviations are so long that they themselves need to be re-abbreviated. :mrgreen:
1) ROFLMAO (Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off) – This is a very tricky one…you not just roll on the floor, but you even make your bottoms laugh!! Uff…how! πŸ˜›
2) ROSL (Rolling On Seat Laughing) – Hats off to whoever came with this modified one…he/she must be one damn lazy person who preffered to sit on a rolling chair and laugh…some IT geek possibly!! πŸ˜‰
3) LOLTTSDFME (Laugh Out Loud Till Tears Start Dropping From My Eyes) – almost made me cry! πŸ˜›
4) ROFLMAOTMJSTP (Rolling On Floor Laughing My Ass Off Till My Jaws Start To Pain) – This one needs to be re-abbreviated…the abbreviation in itself is too long and makes one go nuts to remember!!

God alone knows what the future will be like…but off-late I see that we have even begun to use these terms in our conversations!
“Where you off to man?”
“To the hairstylist”
“You mean to that corner shop barber with a broken chair, and who has a broken front tooth?”
“Shh man…don’t say that loud…what if others get to know how cheap I’m…L-O-L…”
“R-O-F-L-M-A-O”!!

πŸ™„ 😈 πŸ™„

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Posted by on August 29, 2010 in Friends, Happens~2~me

 

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Of Mobiles, Missed calls and Messages!!!

I recently got a message from my college friend Arnab, informing a bad news. Believe it or not, reading that message not only did I laugh but it also made me remember my good old college days. Those were the days, when none of us owned a mobile phone. I was just wondering how we managed to live a life then without one of these “models” in our pockets. And then as I went into the flashback, I got all nostalgic.

The year was 2002, somewhere around this time of the year…I was into my fourth semester of Engineering with the exams around the corner…I used to love the exams…be it internal or external….the prep time was when the gals in the department approached us guys all by themselves…it could be for either of the two things…one, they wanted us to help them with their studies or two, they wanted “the most probable questions, that would appear in the paper”…being a last bencher, I belonged to the second category…who called themselves the “blind-shooters” (one’s who guessed)!! πŸ˜€
I loved to guess-study…cos I believed in Einstein, who once said “Why know things, which are anyways found in the books?” and then maybe immediately put his tongue out…creating doubts in mortal minds, whether he was serious or joking…I never took/take geniuses for granted…especially when it is to our advantage!! To me, they mean what they say!! πŸ˜€

Ok…so anyways…it was only during these times that the gals remembered to approach us and send in signals to meet them alone (most times) or with their lousy gossiping group for some “short-cut methodologies” (read: knowledge transfer). πŸ˜‰

It used to be fun…and then came in the mobile phones…damn…
It was our fifth semester, when a cell phone was first seen in our class. It was owned by a pretty lass, who happened to be on top of two happening lists…the “Guy’s Delight” list and the “Gal’s Plight” list. And that started the mobile mania as far as our class was concerned.

By the end of 2003, almost all the gals in class (and a few guys too) owned a cell phone. Meanwhile, I managed to get myself a small pocket sized telephone directory to note down all those numbers!! πŸ˜‰

As a guy, it was pretty tough to convince my parents to buy me a cell phone…guess it was the same with the rest of the guys too. Dad being too practical would ask unanswerable questions like, “Why do you need a phone? You are always reachable on the hostel phone, during class hours or otherwise. Isn’t it?”…err…and mom would vary with replies like “Go, ask your dad” or “So what if the girls have got a cell, you are not one of them na?!” or “Ah, as if talking in person was not enough…now you wanna chat with gals on phone too?” and so on…

Not owning a mobile phone, had its own pros and cons.
Pros – I was not bothered about the “balance”…as balance till then for me, was only needed when it came to cycling…but now it seemed even the cell phones needed them. Also, every gal would freak out when they got a call from an unknown number…sometimes even I invested a rupee in coin booths, to freak them out!! πŸ˜‰ By the way, this feeling wasn’t known to us who used the hostel phone…the operator always knew who called whom!! πŸ™‚
Cons – Well…when the exams approached, the blind-shooters without cell phones were out of demand!! With text messages being dirt cheap or limitedly free, every question was now sent across within the 180 character text messages. And due to this, the whole fun behind “getting in touch” personally, was lost…forever. 😦

I don’t remember what reasons I gave and what expressions I made…or maybe I even showed them my disgusting little (but priceless) phone directory, but then in the summer of 2004 my dad finally agreed to buy me a cell phone and within no time, I was back in the reigning league of the blind shooters!! Though it was pretty tough, I finally learnt to “balance” myself too!! :mrgreen:

Btw, when my sister joined her Engineering course in mid 2004, she didn’t ask for a cell phone…why would she ask when my parents gave her one, so that they could stay in touch with her? πŸ™„ I wanted to ask my parents, “Isn’t there a phone in her hostel?” but then I feared answers from dad like “Son, unlike you…blah blah” and from mom like “Go, ask your dad” et. al. πŸ˜€

Owning a mobile phone I learnt later, took its own toll….Gals never called, they gave only “missed calls”. I didn’t know or even imagine about something like that…as it never seemed to happen on my hostel phone. Initially when I first got missed calls, I didn’t even know they were purposefully done…it didn’t strike to me that I needed to call them back, so I used to wait for them to call me again (which seldom happened). Instead of calling again, they came and swore at me the next day and I didn’t understand why. πŸ™„

One of my very intelligent friends, told me that “A missed call is not simply missed. It is wantedly missed. You have to call back, when you get a missed call unless you want them to come and swear at you” but he didn’t tell me that the missed call game was only applicable to gals.
I loved the concept so much that I thought it would be fun…so one fine day I gave a missed call to a gal. When she didn’t call me back over the next half hour, I texted her asking “Why didn’t you call me? I gave you a missed call no?” and instead of replying back she gave me a missed call. As per my intelligent friend’s advice, I called her back and she sweared at me for giving her a missed call…”!! I never gave a missed call to a gal after that day…as her swear still echoes in my ear drums. πŸ˜€

Post-paid wasn’t in then yet, so I had a pre-paid connection and my plan had like 100 free local messages per day for which I was charged a rupee…And I realize only now, that they charged me a rupee and still called it free. πŸ™„
To begin with I didn’t know how to send messages in short form…so I used to type “Oh ok like that, ya thats great…ok then lets meet up sometime…what say? By the way, what you doing now?” instead of “K, tats gr8, lets meet up? whtya upto?”…!!
Eventually I learnt it that when we send messages (ok fine…msgs), we don’t beat around the bush…but we say it straight…I understood this very well when my roommate got a msg from his girlfriend of 3 yrs saying “found some1 betta…am breakin our gugu”…he was devasted…all he had till then was this gugu (gugu was what they both described their relationship as)…and he was now infact in deep “gugu” (read: shit)!!

Learning the art of sending short text messages brought in more serious problems…the first draft of my project report was so influenced by the “SMS lingo” that my project guide was almost into tears. Apart from usual truncation of normal spellings, new abbreviations such as LOL, LMAO and ROFL were found all over the report. Though I got messages with those terms, I never really bothered to know their expansion…worst case, I didn’t even realize they were abbreviations to begin with. To me, those were fancy messaging terms used instead of full stops. πŸ˜†

Looking back now, it all seems so humorous but then learning through mistakes always makes one look like a moron. But then again there are some characters who never learn. And this I realized when Arnab, who bought his first cell phone almost at the same time as I did sent me a msg last week which read “My grandpa died last night buddy. LOL 😦 “.

 
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Posted by on December 6, 2009 in Friends, Happens~2~me

 

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[Bakwaas]~ Animations in a Team!! ;)

One should be fortunate enough to be working in a project team where the team members are like minded. If not like minded, atleast they should be adjusting. If not both, they should atleast NOT be stupidly irritating…else, they stand a good chance of being made fun of!! πŸ˜‰
When people ask me:
1) How can someone even manage with you being in their team? You don’t work, you don’t let others work, you distract people by taking them on periodic coffee breaks and when no one’s around, you ping people on the communicator irrespective of their (usually false) status’s…How can someone even complete their work man?
2) You involve yourself a lot in non-project related activities…Pitstop, Outreach, Blogs, OCS, etc…what project related work do you do?
and so on…all I do is, smile. :mrgreen:
Smart work cannot be projected, nor can it be put in mere words. πŸ˜‰
But then there are (terrific) chances that smart work cannot be recognized too…my appraisal ratings talk about that!! 😈

Anyways, don’t run away….this is not an advice kind of a post!! πŸ˜› I was just giving some build-up trailer to some bakwaas conversation I had with one of my friend.
Last weekend over gtalk, I happened to ask her “You never tell me about the characters in your project…are they so good that you don’t have anything to talk about them? No one to make fun of eh?”

Note: At this point, I’m sure a few will keep it in mind to ask me “How come all your friends are gals, Sree?” in the comment section. And in my usual style I would give them all, a smile!! πŸ˜€

I think she was waiting for someone to ask her that question. I had a good laugh over the next 30 mins, as she narrated how she worked in the best team possible…sarcasm can jump in the well, if you didn’t get that one!! πŸ˜›

Here goes our chat:


Disclaimer: I’ve edited some part of the chat!! Why? Well…since you guys are already aware that I don’t flirt, I need not showcase those pointers in our conversation. πŸ˜‰

Me: “You never tell me about the characters in your project…are they so good that you don’t have anything to talk about them? No one to make fun of eh?”
She: “Aha…you never asked me…well…you wanna hear? might take sometime…”

Me: “Hmm…I’m a very busy chap…but OK, I’ll make some time for ya…Start! πŸ˜› ”
She: “Don’t bull me ok? Anyways…my team consists of 5 cartoon characters πŸ˜€ “

Me: “Does it include you too? πŸ˜† ”
She: “Don’t poke your nose, if you want me to tell you what happened two days ago!”

Me: “Ok ok ok…continue re baba!”
She: “As I said, my team consists of 5 cartoon characters.
1 – my TL (let’s name her Sonia Gandhi…for better understanding πŸ˜‰ )
2 – my team mate (Manmohan Singh)
3 – my humble self πŸ˜‰
4 – another team mate, a gal who thinks she has won the Miss Universe pagaent
and 5 – an ELT, who due to lack of work at hand roams around the bay seeing award hangings on walls, as though he is at an art exhibition πŸ˜€ “

Me: “Wow…is your PM ok? How does she/he manage Walt Disney Productions?”
She: “He’s a busy person handling many projects, so doesn’t interfere much in our day to day activities…troublesome yes, when we need leave approvals but then overall he’s just fine!”

Me: “Hmm…ok ok ok..continue”
She: “Ya…so…everyday Manmohan Singh comes in at 8 and leaves by 10..as per the PM and TL, he is THE ONE to handle the release but that only means that he is just dumped with more-n-more work…he has high hopes of going onsite..which sadly he (and me too) knows that he wont get it!
As for me, I just give my count of 15 per day..and leave by 8..my past experiences have taught me well πŸ™‚ “

Me: “15 counts of what?”
She: “Test cases re…don’t ask me such stupid questions…”

Me: “Err…ok ok ok…15 per day…no wonder why we developers hate testers! πŸ˜› ”
She: “And we have lots of work, thanks to the stupidity of people like you! What about that? πŸ˜€ “

Me: “Ok ok ok…continue…tell me about that Miss Universe female! πŸ˜› :mrgreen:
She: “Despo…I knew you would surely ask about her even if I had deliberately missed…well…Miss Universe is very smart you know..although she knows everything, she will act dumb…to avoid being given work! A 3B combo…Beauty-Brain-Bull…And the ELT is no where in picture, currently πŸ™‚ “

Me: “Hehe…so what happened?”
She: “Manmohan sits adjacent to me so I can see his monitor when I turn, and SoniaG always does what she is good at…handling the strings of her puppet (Manmohan-ji). She tried it on me too…but I don’t have any strings attached! πŸ˜‰ “

Me: “Hehe…was that an intended pun? too good πŸ˜€ ”
She: “Intended or not, it was an instant pun for sure! πŸ˜‰ so…usually if SoniaG wants us to stay late, she will send a mail to Manmohan – asking him to tell us to stay till 8…and he will inturn send a mail to us deleting her id πŸ˜€ [psychic psychology]…this is the inside story, that I knew…but no one else knows πŸ™‚ “

Me: “Wah…Karamchand…Wah” (Note: For the unknown, Karamchand was Door-Darshan’s Sherlock Holmes!! πŸ˜‰ )
She: “Hehe…so that day, only some modules were working properly…and we all gave a total count of 56…Miss Universe started packing up by 6:20…I had done my count of exact 15 so even I started to pack up…SoniaG (her count being 7) got all agitated…so she sent a mail to Manmohan with the subject liner “Ask them to stay till 8″…and since the two of us were already packing up, Manmohan got very tensed..lol…and in the hurry to send the mail to us he forgot to clear the subject line…lol lol lol…I told him he is going to get for it! πŸ˜‰ And he was literally pleading to me not to leave my seat..cos if I do SoniaG will have all the liberty to pounce on him πŸ˜€ “

Me: “So even your TL ..aka.. Sonia, has to show a count of 15? good ya…mera wala ullu ka patta kuch karta hi nahi, sirf delegation…hmmph!”
She: “Jaise tu kuch karta hey! πŸ˜› “

Me: “Oyee…chal then what happened?”
She: “What has to happen has to happen na? Next thing was SoniaG mailed him to join her in the meeting room…Miss Universe stayed till 8, but was reading a book even after being asked to work…I did just one test case from 6:45 to 8 πŸ˜€ Manmohan did 5, struggling on each of them and cursing himself…Madam SoniaG left doing nothing, at 7:15…I don’t really know what was the need for all this “stay till 8″ hallabulla…”

Me: “What to do, some have to do that to show who the leader is…leader of cartoons!! πŸ˜› ”
She: “I didn’t tell you all this story so that you can make fun of me…if I start talking about you, you’ll repent having made fun of me in the first place…hmmmph…”

Me: “Oyee…no no no…maaf karde!”
She: ” And you know what…the last time SoniaG had mailed him with subject line reading “Ask the one sitting next to you, to stay till 8!!”and I had just happened to turn to ask him something and saw it..and he was pleading to me saying ‘don’t tell her that you saw it’…hehe…I stayed till 8 and just cleared my inbox of all fwds and my drawer of all unwanted papers πŸ˜€ “

Me: “Thats bad ya…no work then why stay back? to show to others how hard you all work eh?”
She: “Dunno the reasons..and I don’t understand any bull….but ek ek namune hai mere team mein…And sadly, this story will continue Monday…sigh..”

Me: “Anyways, too bad ya…so what’s for dinner?”
She: “Ye lo…all you can be, is despo…then Miss Universe, now food…when will you ….blah blah blah…”

Next time you have a teammate who’s a pain in the wrong place, share your experiences with me…I would love to know those cartoons…There’s no bigger animation than in the life we are living through…all we need to do, is to recognize which character they fit into!! πŸ˜›

PS: The anagram of ‘Animate’ gives “In a Team”…so the title! πŸ˜‰

 
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Posted by on November 23, 2009 in Happens~2~me, Imaginative Bakwaas

 

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[Short-Story]: One night of Helplessness and Ogling!! :)

Wrote this for a short-story contest (max. 2400 words) conducted at the internal blog at office…the theme was “One night”…with the condition that the story should happen over a night (8pm to 8 am).

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Β Β Β Β  03:43 am – Saturday Morning – NowΒ Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β 
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“What the @#$% he wants now?” I asked her.
“He’s asking the same thing again…” she looked beautiful while tensed.
“What??!! How many times shall we tell him the same damn truth…why can’t he understand?” I stood up.

“Sir, yenna ################################”

“Now what the…?”
“He’s requesting you to sit down, else he says he will put you behind those bars” her face was still fresh and radiant,

though I knew she was tired playing my translator.
“Oh hell…” I blurted as I sat down.
“Pls ask him how long are we supposed to wait like this?” I whispered to her, as if it was my dying wish.

“Sir, ##### time ######### wait #######?
“##### wait ########## time #####”
“OK sir”

“What did he say?”
“He again said we’ll have to wait till his inspector comes in…and he can’t specify the time!”
“What the hell did we do to face this?”
“Hmm…all in the fate dumbo, all in fate”…

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Β Β Β Β  o8:18 pm – Friday evening – Last night
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“Heylooooooooooooooo”
It was Gauri…only a fool couldn’t recognize that sweet chirpy voice…
“Hello…may I know who is speaking?”
“Hmmph…dumbo!! Haven’t you stored my number??!!!”
“Err…I’m driving now…speaking through my bluetooth headset…btw, am I speaking to Gauri?” πŸ˜‰
“Whoa…you recognized my voice? how sweet!!” {Score…+1}
“Common…only a fool wouldn’t…wassup sweetheart?”
“How about a movie tonight? Blue!! Tickets are available at Mayajaal…10 ka show!!!!”
“Won’t it be late for you to get back to your hostel?”
“I’ll take care of all that…you in or not?”
“Ok deal…you are driving like last time?”
“Huh dumbo…shutup…pick me up at 9 – Lip Gloss parlour – on the road behind my hostel…”
“You are at a parlour? to watch the blue movie at Mayajaal? What the…hehe”
“Chiii pervert…just pick me up…catchya later!”

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Β Β Β Β Β  09:10 pm
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“Why the hell are you so late?” {Score…-1}
“Hmm…you wanna drive? we need 30 mins to reach there”
“Shutup you a$$, drive now…” she said as she parked herself pillion…

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Β Β Β Β  01:30 am
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“The movie sucked big time”…
“Who cares man…Akshay and Sanju in one movie…aww…gives me a high man!”
“Sigh…what’s with you gals and old men? btw, Lara was hot!!”
“Shutup…let’s go to the Bessy beach…I feel like seeing the sea for real now!!”
“At this time?? Are you freakin’ nuts?”
“Whatever…the weather’s just perfect for a walk on the sands”
“The cops will…”
“Ah! you and your fear for cops…legendary…common na, let’s go”
“I can’t believe am doing this…”
“Learn to live life, my style…”

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Β Β Β Β  02:13 am
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“Oh $hit!!!”
“What happened?”

“Sir, ###### stop ############### side ########”

“What the….I did tell ya that this could happen!!!”

“Sir, ##################################### DL ####”

“What the hell is he saying?”
“He’s asking for your driving license”
“I know that, but he said something else…what did he say before asking for the DL?”
“Err…nothing he just abused us about driving at this late hour”
“Happy now? so this is your style of life eh?”

“Sir, #######################?
I looked at her…
“He is asking you to blow on his face”
“On his face? Why the hell he wants me to do that? And why don’t you talk to him in Tamil and settle the issue?”
“Though I understand Tamil well, I dunno to talk proper dumbo…Kendriya Vidhyalay student, remember?!”

“Alcohol Check, sir”
“You know English sir? Why the alcohol test sir? I’m not drunk sir…went to a movie sir!!”
“Movie-aa?? #################”
“Yes sir…I have tickets with me”
“#################”
“What?” I looked at him and then at her…

“He’s asking you to blow on his chaand-jaisa-thopda” she grinned and silently winked…I heard a heart-beat skip…she looked

lovely…bright moonlight, cool wind, roaring beach, dark night…

“#################” reality sucked…chi thu…
“Yes yes, yes sir…phooooooooooooooo”
“Hmm…wokay wokay…good…movie tickets #########?” good? what the…
“Here sir…tickets”
“Hmm…Mayajaal? ################# Besantnagar #######?”
“Yes sir, from Mayajaal to Besantnagar!!”

“No dumbo…he asked what are you doing here in Besantnagar?”
“Oh ok”…turning his way “…beach sir beach…”
“Beach-a? ###### time ####### supply #################??”
I turned at her…she stood there silent…shocked…beautiful…wind blowing her hair….scintillating…

“He’s enquiring about the time and whether you…or rather we…are involved in drug supply!!!” Reality sucked…definitely!
“What the @#$%…is he crazy? How can he expect a guy and a gal supplying drugs driving on a freakin Activa?!!” I screamed a

whisper…
“Say no to him” she hissed…
“No sir….No….no supply”

“############# station ###### 320, vehicle ##########” he yelled at someone at a distance…

“Now what? station? 320 what?”
“He wants us to go with him to the police station!” she said looking at the dark figure running towards us.
“What!! He expects us to follow him?”
“No, he asked him…320 or whoever, to get the vehicle…” she clarified indicating at the puffing constable…

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Β Β Β Β  03:04am
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“Sir, Madam…#################### sir #########”

“He’s asking us to sit, till his sir comes in”
“When will his sir come in? Did he tell that?”
“No…” she sighed.
“Then ask him no…pls” I was now irritated.

“Sir, ########### time #########”
“Madam, time ############”

“He said that he can’t specify a time….”

“Sir, ###### supply #################??”
“Supply? no no sir…no supply…IT professional sir…not a drug peddlar” I stood up trying to pull out my purse from my

back pocket…
Two constables standing close by, were now pointing their rifles at me.
“No No sir…No…just purse sir…visiting card” I said instantly turning around and showing him that my parking space was

safe.
“##################################” the head constable ordered.
The constables returned back to their useless inactive positions.
“Sir, ##################### ukaar###########”

“He’s asking you to turn around and sit down quietly” she giggled.
“Hmm…enjoying eh? You would have loved to see those 2 morons there shoot me down na?? What could be their numbers? 420 and

840?” I almost smiled at my own poor joke.
She smiled at me…or rather my helplessness or at our sorry state. The police station is no confession place…but I must

say, at that moment she looked so beautiful. I smiled as I leaned my head, back to the wall…and sitting next to each other,

we waited.

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Β Β Β Β  04:10 am
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“I really can’t believe we are in this situation…imagine if our parents get to know about this” she shouldered me…
“Yeah…they would proud of your style, wouldn’t they?” I smiled at her….sarcasm never sleeps I guess…
“Shut up dumbo…isn’t this awesome?” she sat straight…looking around excited…
“Are you nuts? Didn’t you see how they drilled me? That jack-a$$ even made me blow on his face…it was so damn

disgusting..!!”
“Hehe…I remembered the Close-up advertisement while you were doing that!!” she giggled.
“That lady cop in the advertisement was damn hot…this fella here, was all heated-n-burnt…yuck…”
“I like that expression on your face…so very much like dumbo” her eyes glittered as she said that…and I fell in

love…sadly in a police station…approximately around 04:20 am…Is God making a fool outta me or am I actually dreaming?
“Hey open you eyes…am saying such sweet things about you and you are dozing off?”
“Eh…hey…ya….tell me…is the head cop here?”
“Huh…no…get up…am feeling bored” she went on and on…with her every expression playing with me…those blinking eyes,

wavy eyebrows, the loose hairs that fell now-n-then on her eyes, those fingers which set the hair back behind her ears, the

long ear-rings that kissed her dimpled cheeks with her every move…
“Are you listening to me? Say something no…” she seemed to utter…not a word did I hear…as I read her lips move…while

her nose twitched and the tiny dot of a mole on her chin, danced…I had no idea as to where I was…

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Β Β Β Β  05:47 am
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“##################### sir #######”

“He’s asking us to stand up…it seems his sir has come”
“Is he Gandhi or President Obama that we’ve to stand up? I will not…hmmph”
“Huh…don’t tell me later if he puts you behind those very bars there”…she said as she showed me a cell on her left…

“Hello sir”…we greeted the inspector, both standing on our feet…
“Hmmm…yenna ########…340, ###### case?”
“##############, case #########”

“What case are they talking about Gow?” I whispered.
“He’s asking why we are here….what the case is all about…just getting an update from that 340 fella” she whispered back aloud.

“Hmmm ##########, identity proof irka?”
“Yes sir…driving license, office visiting card…which one do you want?”
“Yes yes…###########” he mumbled.

“Which one did he ask?” I asked elbow-ing her…
“Show him both no…your pic on the driving license is scary though” he elbowed back harder.

“Sir…my DL and here is my official visiting card” I handed him both…
“Hmm…############ ABC ##### office??? ######## ABC #######!!” he smiled behind his bush of a moustache, as he sat back on the rock-solid-government chair. It actually screeched like two rocks when rubbed, as he rested his back.
Gowri was smiling too as I looked at her…helpless and lost…

“I think we are safe now…it seems his daughter also works at ABC!! He asked which office location?”

“Oh…Thoraipakkam sir…” I smiled at him as his pot-belly seemed to laugh at and make fun of me…
“############ late night movie ##################### ok-va?”

“Say ok…quick…” she elbowed…
“Ok sir”…

“Good #####”…he mumbled…

“What did I say ok to? what did he ask?”
“He said not to go for late night movies…it seems he doesn’t allow his daughter to go…some fatherly advice for you…good you agreed, sunny boy!!” she smiled as she patted my back…her smile…ah! divine…

“Sir…##########?” she asked him if we could leave…
“Wokay wokay #################…tea #########”
“Nandri sir ########” she said as she picked up her hand-bag…I got the signal…it was time to go!! πŸ™‚
“Hey did he ask if we would like to have tea?” I enquired…
“Let’s go dumbo…” she said as she held my hand and pulled me out of the damn police station…

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Β Β Β Β  07:10 am
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“Wow…what an experience it was!!” she said as she got down from the bike.
“Hmm…yeah…one hell of a night…”
“Would you mind such an experience again?” she quizzed…was she serious? was she just pulling my leg? hmm…gals…you’ll never know…
“Ofcourse not….something like this…anytime…but without the cops, the police station, the helplessness, the blowing on faces…and such other nonsense..” {Score…+1}
“Hmm…me too…” phew…
“Anyways…go and sleep now…else you will complain about dark circles and what not!!”
“Shutup…talk to you later dumbo…it was fun!! By the way if someone asks, I stayed at my friend’s place last night ok??!! πŸ˜‰ ” ah! the wink…another of the several heart-beats skipped…
“Gotcha…hehe…you bet…same here!!” I winked back, ignited and accelerated…

 
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Posted by on November 16, 2009 in Happens~2~me, Stories

 

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Yay! I got an award…I am giving away too! :)

This is my first award on this blog…feels great…thanks Raji for the award!! I don’t know what impressed that soul who is a princess of the north east about the contents of my blog….which according to me is pure nonsense and useless. She must have thought, “Ah! single crazy guy…iske khote naseeb ke liye atleast award de deti hoon”!! πŸ˜‰ Anyways, whatever reason it may be…she gave and I WILL take it…no one gives these days, for that matter! πŸ˜›
Waise princess, apologies for the delayed acceptance post (yes this one! πŸ˜› ) πŸ˜€

honestscrapaward

And guys, there are certain rules to be followed before we can accept the award! πŸ™‚

The rules are:
β€œWhen accepting this auspicious award, you must write a post bragging about it, including the name of the misguided soul who thinks you deserve such acclaim, and link back to the said person so everyone knows she/he is real. Choose a minimum of seven (7) blogs that you find brilliant in content or design. Or improvise by including bloggers who have no idea who you are because you don’t have seven friends. Show the seven random victims’ names and links and leave a harassing comment informing them that they were prized with Honest Weblog. Well, there’s no prize, but they can keep the nifty icon. List at least ten (10) honest things about yourself. Then pass it on!”

Well honestly speaking its tough to puy 10 honest things about me…but then let me try:

1. I like to talk, but not over the phone…I love the animated expression on the face, that we get to see when we talk in person. On the phone, after a while (say 30 mins) I tend to ask “what else?” which I hate to ask! πŸ˜› The hidden advantage is that its free to talk in person! πŸ˜›
2. I am a chatter box…so much that friends in college used to call me BBC. There used to be (still is πŸ˜› ) a saying among my friend circle then which goes like “Want to spread the news? let Sree know!” :mrgreen:
3. I love colors…unlike most guys who dread Pink, I LOVE IT…when you can love women, why not pink…after all pink symbolizes women (as per me atleast)!! πŸ˜€
4. I rarely get angry, but if I do the recipient is dead meat! 😈
5. I love to write…about anything…prose, poetry…sense n nonsense…writing comes naturally I guess. Looking back, I had been editor of my school and college dept magazines…I loved those days being in charge of it all…post college, its been blogging!! πŸ™‚
6. I love kids…be it my nieces or any kid for that matter. I simply envy the innocence they possess! πŸ™‚
7. I love shopping…so much that given a choice, my dad prefers to accompany my mom/sis on their shopping spree than with me! :mrgreen:
8. I like to travel…mode no bar…places no bar…Next on card, is a North India tour this December…all by train! πŸ™‚
9. Food…I can eat anything edible. Veg, Non-veg…Mom doesn’t have to think twice before preparing something for me…even if she doesn’t prepare, it just doesn’t matter cos I love to cook!! πŸ˜‰ And I mostly experiment in the name of cooking! Any takers?! πŸ˜›
10. Friends…love to have them around…some stay for long, some quickly move on…but then they do leave a mark on my kora kagaz of a zindagi…and ya, I make friends quickly too…maybe the reason why am ok with the ones who move on…hmmm… πŸ™‚

Yay! Done with the torture….its now time to pass on this honesty award and make them write their dastaan… πŸ˜‰

Here I go:
1) ISD, the lady who sells dreams…my first blog friend in the external world…she hates flirts, loves SRK…damn, am such a perfect match! πŸ˜‰
2) AKB, my ex-colleague and blog friend on the internal corporate blog…she writes just about anything…love the versatility!!
3) Nayna, the angel from UK…for the homely feel at her blog…and her poems too…
4) Preeti, the crazy damsel who writes bindaas about every THING! πŸ˜› She’s now stuck in Bhilai…Can I say, my prayers were answered? πŸ˜›
5) Thousif, the dude for being my constant source of encouragement…n damn he writes so well… πŸ˜€
6) Amrita, for her style of writing…the hindi usage in her posts can bring any “flying angel” right on the ground…I salute the sarcasm! πŸ˜‰
7) Brig, for being dormant most of the time..known for his macho comeback posts…let me make this award shawaard post his honest attempt at a comeback! πŸ˜›

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2009 in Happens~2~me, Thoughts

 

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Photo clicks & a need for next door chicks! ;)

It’s been a long time since I have been off the external blogging circuit…the reasons are many, but then those reason seem so unreasonable for why I havent been around…I hate dormancy, but then probably a lot of factors got together and hatched a plan to unsettle me!

It all began with a health scare…lasting 2 days…followed by two weeks long of travelling along the Chennai-Bangalore-Mysore-Hyderabad-Chennai route…finally ending on the dentist’s chair diagonized with multiple root canals! Sigh…that was just the beginning…With the canals still being under construction within the interiors of my loud speaker, my honorable owner dude landed asking us to vacate the flat unless we cough up INR 3K ($60) more per month…it seems he heard from someone that its the “beginning of the end of recession”, so he decided to kill us with his nonsensical demand. Who’s he to screw up an already screwed up life? whatever…phak him! 😈

Sacred Learnings of the week: The actual meaning of FYA!! 😦
Usage: In corporate emails, superiors forward a received mail with a FYA…
I knew it stood for “For Your Action”! – this normally happens to be a “you are gonna get screwed by this” mailer!
Recently, got to know from a manager that it also stood for “F**k Your A$$”…which literally is the same! πŸ˜€

Anyways…enuf talks of sickness and sick abbreviations. Let me show you a few pics that I clicked in Hyderabad! πŸ™‚
But before that, I sincerely apologize to the bloggers whom I followed for my conspicous absence on their blogs…I’m gonna visit you all soon, and as regularly as before! πŸ™‚
Chalo photo voto dekhte hey..

Β Golconda fort

Golconda fort

Same fort, from the top of it:

Golconda top view

The famed monument, Charminar:

Charminar Seedha view

Charminar, upfront and close:

Charminar side view

A few pics shot at Ramoji film City:

The huge painting on canvas: Lights, Camera, Action!

Lights, Camera, Action

The local hollywood! πŸ˜‰

Local Hollywood

The animal shaped shrubs garden:

Animal shaped garden

Balcony show: Marilyn Monroe

Marlyn Monroe

Me ogling at Marilyn, made this dude sad…It took a while for me to convince him: Charlie Chaplin

Charlie-n-Guddu

And then the eternal bachelor called the single me to show something in that right side corner:

Bachelors

I quicky ran to get a photo clicked with her!! She did something that I badly needed (no, not “screwing” this time πŸ˜› )…a spanner to fix the screw! she called them “leaks”…eeeks! πŸ˜‰

she fixes

– Search is on for a new place…a paying guest room, with girls next door…wishes, prayers (and gifts for my-to-be-neighbors) welcome! πŸ˜› :mrgreen:

Have a nice last week of August (it was disgust for me πŸ˜‰ )!! πŸ˜›

 
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Posted by on August 21, 2009 in Happens~2~me, Pics

 

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Emotional Cocktails – 3!! ;)

They say experience is the greatest teacher…
I would say “Why not when it slaps you hard, right on the face”… πŸ˜‰

Ever had embarassing moments where in you’d end up not knowing what to do? Not knowing whether to smile, cry, stay or run away???
Welcome to an episode of “Emotional Cocktails” in my life so far…

You can read the previous cocktails HERE and HERE! πŸ˜€

Episode #15: The (grand)mother of all proposals

I stood up right then right there…
“E-e-e-e-e-excuse me…” I stammered…
“Will you marry my grand-daughter?” she asked again…
“Grand-ma?!!! what is this? what are you talking about?” Anita stood up angry and embarrased with both hands on her waist while I stood there as if I was a statue…not hearing, not moving…not able to run away.
Anita was a very good friend who studied with me from school upto college…her dear grandmother suffered from an incurable disease called “Old Age” wherein the major symptoms were like:
a) the obsession to get their grandchilren married.
b) get great-grandchildren within the stipulated natural course of time, if possible.
c) to act and behave like children while ordering like a responsible elder.
As Anita was explaining this to me, I still stood there as if I was a statue…not hearing, not moving, not able to run away…

Episode #16: An Anonymous mailer

I got an anonymous mailer from someone who follows me here. A paragraph in the mailer contained one of her dreams. It read somewhat like “I dreamt about you a few days ago. You, my cousin and me were in our school uniforms running down the street as we were getting late for school….As we were running, you held my hand and held me back as my cousin continued to move ahead. You then looked in to my eyes, and before I could say something you kissed me…you also murmurred some really nice verses into my ears before holding my hand and running down the street towards the school…wasn’t that too weird a dream? lolz”
I didn’t know how to react!! Whether to be happy that I got to kiss her or be sad that it was just a dream!!! πŸ˜€
To beat it all was the worst ever reply I gave…I replied to that part of the mailer “What color uniform were we wearing?” ..never to get a mail again…sigh!

emotional-confusion

Episode #17: The Missed calls

Till 3 months ago, each of us used to get 3 missed calls per day…we never bothered to answer those calls back.
They were on purpose missed calls from our house landlord. It was his way of reminding us to pay the rent on time.
3 months ago, he came over demanding an increase in rent…We did rap at him in chorus with ‘recession’, ‘downtrend’, ‘bear-market’, ‘crashed sensex’ and ‘economic disparity’ in our lyrics . The old man might not have expected such an emotional outburst…we didn’t mean to break his heart or hurt him emotionally but it was just an act to prevent bigger holes in our burnt pockets.
We used to crib when we got those missed calls then…but now we wait for them every first week of the month…

Episode #18: The Departure

Friends…they are the best thing that can happen to you over your lifetime…so stick on, some move on. And some want to move on, the third category!
These some want to move on, but stick on…blame their fate…you watch them struggling all through to make a move to something better, to fulfill an incomplete dream…
And when they move on, its both a low moment that they are leaving and going far away from you…on the other hand, you feel happy for them for having achieved what seemed to be impossible!! An emotional turmoil!! Hmm…

 
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Posted by on July 2, 2009 in Happens~2~me

 

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