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[Guest-Post]~A Letter from an Unknown Terrorist!

Note: This is a guest post I just received via flight mail (courtesy: Hedwig – of Harry Potter fame) and the author signed himself as “Sreeram Shenoy – an unknown terrorist”! Strange, I’ve never heard of him! Anyway I’m posting it, as received!
Disclaimer: The owner of this blog does not endorse or support the relevance of the contents in this post. This seems to be totally fictional and he is just publishing it, proxy! Any character or plot that resembles to any person alive or party active is not to be seriously considered, and if otherwise, the owner of this blog gives a damn!

“Woh Kehte Hey Na
Jo Hota Hey Achche Ke Liye Hota Hey
Galat Kehte Hey”

Things are getting crazy on a day-to-day basis. The land of Kamasutra and Yoga is getting totally plucked and unrest! As humans we are very much addicted to being in the limelight, we deserve it or not. We love to stay in power and rule, we have leadership qualities or not. We love the moolah and find ways to grab as much greenery as possible, we need it or not. We live among hypocrites and are confused about what we should be. The law-abiding tax payers are proved to be stupid idiots, time and again.
We breath, we eat, we sleep, we watch cricket, we breed, we pollute, we swear, we advice, we flirt, we blog, we slog and amidst all these irrelevant activities – We Make Breaking NEWS!

Well here’s a peek at how we go about it…
Our day is not worth living unless we are fed with the happenings around – both – global and local, private and public! Earlier, a “feed” was something that only chickens were interested in. Now almost everyone subscribes to the NEWS FEED, be it ‘on the wall’ or ‘in their inboxes’!

The human memory is short lived, and we cannot get enough of the same crap going on forever. We need variety, we need change and we need it NOW!
The 2G scam was going in full flow, with arrests being made every other day – the accused being moved through fast courts, before being confined into the cozy corners of the prison. The King was caught first and then his (rumored-2-be) mistress (or is it – mystery queen?) followed His Royal Highness! They have been trying to get out ever since, with emotional dramas from their families especially by her dad, the erstwhile minister of a southern state. This was followed by accusations on their business side – the Suryavanshis (Sun) were attacked with one yuvraj pulled down and out of the central cabinet and the other being summoned to by the court. And worse, these accused belonged to a party who were allies of the morons ruling at the center.

It was decided that all morons would meet up, to decide on how to get out of the mess, how to divert attention of the public and the media persons and for a change, how to accuse someone else!
At the meeting, one experienced moron uttered “We need to get off the front page…too much exposure is too bad! I believe we need some mode of diversion”! As the rest banged their heads against each other, he suggested “How about an artificial terror attack? Wouldn’t that be breaking news, which would say for a while, let us loose?”! Glasses were raised; the contents gulped down and then banged down on the table, all in unison – to signal an agreement, usually a rarity of sorts.
How about bombing Chennai? We anyway have no power there, so no post-mortem work for us!” grunted one moron lifting his lungi to acceptable limits and playfully tying knots.
Nahi saaar, not there. Don’t you have enough cases against your party already? How about the capital, Delhi?” suggested the ex-boss of the Olympic committee over the conference call, connected directly from Tihar.
Non ci non, dove vivo…err…I mean…not there, not where I live! Do Mumbai!” silenced a shrieking female voice with a distinct accent!
Signora ok..fatto…consider it done..” said an assistant translating what an old man wearing sunglasses confirmed.
And so it was decided, MUMBAI – the city of many a dreams, would be a scapegoat again – for it is anyway considered to have the magical power of being able to stand up and run again, all by itself.

13th of July was the chosen date.
Today’s Newspaper says and I quote – ‘Those who have 13 letters in their names are dreaded terrorists…!’ giving examples of Dawood Ibrahim, Chhota Shakeel, Osama Bin Laden,  Saddam Hussein amidst others.
They missed Sreeram Shenoy out of the list, for reasons unknown to that particularly unknown terrorist.
 
If Sreeram Shenoy was the terrorist behind this attack, he would stand up – say on a ladder or something taller – and announce that HE was the reason behind all this attack! Since he didn’t, he decided to write and send in this guest post to my namesake! (Uff, very tough to refer myself in Third Party narrative!)
Not one among these morons who attended the meet seem to have 13 bloody letters in their names to stand up and own the responsibility. Some even changed their names recently, owing a cliché’ numerological excuse!

Anyway, the 2G scam is now off the burner as most of the police personnel will be assigned to the Mumbai case, as per the meeting plans! Meanwhile, this definitely gives some breathing space for the age old scriptwriter to script an unexpected-yet-amazing climax to the currently-out-of-hand 2G scam storyline!
This and more, in my next letter.

Till then – Guns&Roses,
Sreeram Shenoy
– an unknown terrorist

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Posted by on July 14, 2011 in Imaginative Bakwaas

 

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[Stories][Guest-post]~Memories…

“Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.”  ~From the television show ‘The Wonder Years’.

It was a rainy night…Fog slowly settling down the street, making anything hardly visible…

It was not a typical day; as the day threw up a lot of unpleasant surprises…I missed the morning bus…Sheetal didn’t prepare food nor gave me her daily morning hug…I locked up the car with keys inside…didn’t find an auto & almost walked 3 kms to get back home…what a tiring day…

But none of this seemed significant now…as it was nearing 11 pm & Sheetal was still not back at home…

I had called her office & found that she had long left…called her best buddy – Rangeen – only to know she hadn’t spoken to her that day…

I was racing up and down the worn-out corridor, in front of my house…not sure what to do….my eyes just wandered and settled at the corner…on the age-old clay pot, holding Sheetal’s favorite lavender plant.

It was at a small nursery in Delhi where my aunt sold her precious plants / earth ware…

Hmmmm ahhhh… I can still feel the smell of mud ….

It was around 10 am on one of those lazy Saturdays when after a lot of cajoling I agreed to watch the nursery for her, for a couple of hours…I being in my usual attire was lounging around with a chai mutka…when someone from behind just ordered me to take the lavender plant & place it in the car boot.

Raging with anger (as I was not used to being ordered at) I was all set to snap at the person when I saw that pretty face searching for the next plant to buy… Well…I was an eligible bachelor & kept myself upbeat with bollywood…there were the birds chirping…the snow falling….the person in front, in a white dress…slow ‘bahon mein chale aao’ playing in the background…my anger just turned to all smile…

As all good things come to a full stop – she said to me “Saman utao…Car mein rakho…abey madam-ji kab tak ayengi?” (Keep the things in my car…and when will madam come?).

She assumed me to be a servant/helper……..shiii……

The sound of the rain outside my house just brought me back to reality………….

I rushed inside and closed a few windows before they dared to spoil our low dhari bed…it was a red bedspread…Sheetal’s favorite one…still fresh with her smell…

I was at Fab India (a shop which specializes in home décor) to pick up something for my aunt (her 60th Birthday was a day away & I promised her that I will not only remember her Birthday but also surprise her with a gift).

My aunt was an integral part of my life…she had hardly taught me anything…but then I had learnt one solid lesson from her – “LOVE”…

She was a very tasteful person & home was where her heart was…so the best gift I thought was to give her something to deck her home up.

I picked up a beautiful dhari for her & was scanning through the shop to find her something else…I found a very beautiful wall hanging…satisfied…I headed to bill…

That’s when I realized the dhari I had picked was missing from the billing counter…

“Sir I think there is some mistake – that madam just paid & bought the dhari….

I saw her (for the second time) walking back to her car ……

I was sweating badly & realized it was because of the power cut…and thanks to our neighbor’s generator…at least few things were visible around…I walked through to the dining area & lighted a candle…

It was my aunt’s birthday the next day & I thought it was not a great idea to wake her up in the middle of the night…but some of her friends didn’t think so.

There was a loud cry from her room that got me up in a jiffy & I raced over there in my boxer shorts.

My aunt was on the verge of tears with a piece of cake in her mouth & the red dhari in her hand!

Sheetal had pooled in some of our common friends & had surprised aunty. ..well and me too as I was standing in front of few good looking girls showing my bare body & well shaped biceps… (Thank god I went to the gym last evening 😀 )

I thanked all my gods, as I could afford that AC – it switched itself on & was pushing that cool breeze towards me…

It was a Saturday night and I was late as usual – jumping into my jeans and pulling over a T…I vrooooomed on my bike as fast as I could…My mind was preparing me on all valid reasons I could tell her…

“My aunt wanted me to be home”…Nah she’s not gonna buy this one.

“I met someone I knew on the way”…So? What’s the big deal? How can you be 1 hr late???

“Hmm….I met with a small accident on the way?” No no…not such a big lie…

She was there in front of our usual meet up place in her blue kurti & matching bag…ahh…why does she have to look so awesome today?!!

Sheel…I am sorry …slept & woke up 10 min ago!

There goes her chubby cheeks…ooffffo…just love the way it turns blue…orange …& finally red!

With a final glare she was on the rear seat of my best pal – my bike…it was a dreamy experience to take her on my bike…with the cool breeze pushing her hair away & her face lighting up every time our eyes met on the mirror.

We reached our destination & cuddled up in a cozy corner of that small hotel – a table just for the two of us.

Both of us were foodies…so when it came to eating, we meant business…& kept our mushy mushy talks away for sometime…We discussed cricket, movies , the Mallya’s, the Ambani’s & finally our dessert arrived…the ever inviting Eden Special Dessert…

I was jolted to reality by a growling sound…that was coming from my body…the rats in my stomach were playing baseball…I was terribly hungry…and thirsty…

I picked up a chilled bottle from my fridge & had a gulp…wow…water tasted sweeter than ever…

With 2 days to go for our wedding…I took Sheel for a private ride…I wanted to take her to this place for quite a long time now…but as things were moving at a maddening pace between us we hardly had any time to breath 😀

I used to frequent this place when I was in college – a serene hillside water body…can’t call it a water fall though…a small valley between two small hills…with water pouring at its own pace…a place full of flora & fauna…
Her eyes sparkled as she went near the water…I would say she thoroughly enjoyed it…and that’s what I wanted too…

I bent down went on my knees with a small diamond ring in my hand & asked her “Will you marry me?”

I could hear heavy lighting…thunderous downpour…& a lot of pain………………………………

I now heard a voice…the voice which I had wished to hear since long…

And as the voice came closer & closer…I could barely see anything as if I was totally blinded…and then I saw some of it…some light!

I woke up with excruciating pain…in an unimaginable state…but I smiled…as I felt safe…felt at home…

As Sheel bent down & kissed me…I could see a few of my close friends as well as my aunt…who had prayed all night that I should be safe…No one ever believed, that I would be alive after that massive an accident.

As for now, more than anything I loved to be in the company of Sheel…& asked her again, “Will you marry me?” 🙂

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Bhairavi – the author of this story – is a very good friend of mine. 🙂

 
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Posted by on August 10, 2010 in Stories

 

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[A watcher’s take]~Inception!! :)

Update<19th July’10>: I watched this movie too this evening…amazing…now will have dreams like never before! 😉 A must watch! 🙂

Inception means two things according to the English dictionary:
1. Taking in or Reception
2. A first part or stage of subsequent events

Inception, the movie starring Leonardo DiCaprio as Dom Cobb uses both these meanings to present a visual treat which challenges the viewer to differentiate between dreams and the real world. It explores the concept of sharing a dream, wherein you allow another person to access your subconscious mind. But, what if, another person accesses your subconscious without your knowledge or permission, wreaking havoc in your mind and life? That is exactly Dom’s job – to extract sensitive information from unsuspecting people such as the combination of their safe, their secrets etc.

Only problem being Dom himself is in trouble, being chased by various agencies who are out to get him for a failed mission and his own personal demons where his subconscious is filled with his projection of his dead wife Mal (played by Marion Cotillard) and the guilt of having to stay away from his 2 young children.

The only way he can get out of his troubles and return to his children is by completing one last mission. The heir to a top multinational conglomerate must be persuaded to break down the empire built by his dying father and if successful, all charges against Dom will be dropped. Dom accepts the task and assembles a team of 6 to perform an inception on the heir. The result is a tumultous rollercoaster of dreams, dreams within those dreams and frequent alteration of the subconscious minds of all those involved such that all are stuck in worlds that they forget to distinguish reality from.

A must watch, do not miss – Inception. 🙂

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This is a review, written by my sister – Srilakshmi.

 
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Posted by on July 17, 2010 in Movies

 

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