Kindness Prevails!!

I am not the one who's got a high respect for rickshaw guys.However, yesterdays incident happened to pour some gyan into my otherwise gyaani brainz.

After office i got into a rick to reach my destination. While getting down i heard the rick guy telling me "melle madam,hindeyinda eno barthaide.nodkondu hogi"(There's some vehicle speeding up from behind ma'am.Be careful)
I was really touched by his words. Finding a kind hearted rick wallah is nothing less a bliss.Usually, am encountered by nasty rogues who don't gel with kind words, but rather bargain,or drop at a far off place,or ogle.
Ogling is the most common problem among rickshaw wallahs and when two or three get together, theirs is the world and the customer becomes their last priority.
However, from yesterdays incident i realized over an umpteenth time, that every coin has two sides in it, which applies to rick guys as well.

(Good or bad, positive or negative you find in every circumstance, every individual, every opportunity. The best lies in identifying what's good for you, and ignore the odd).

Om Shanti Om

This movie is not in tune with the publicity its receiving.....I would rate this movie 3 on a scale of 10.
Rebirth..........ghost.......What gross stuff??? Oh!
Songs and gorgeous Deepika with her dimply smile are the only good things. Rest are totally gross.
Recommendation : Please don’t watch it.

Beware!

Had to collect my clothes given for laundry, which I did yesterday evening. By the time I started back it was a little past 6.30, and as you are aware, these months the hours of a day are less and nights longer. 6.30 in the evening is usually pitch dark. I collected my clothes and was on my way back. Holding the clothes filled bag with one hand and with wallet and a mobile in another, I set home. Laundry being situated at a short distance from the main road, with a narrow and humpy-bumpy road connecting, requires a lot of balance,strength and determination to walk over there. Weekdays, generally the lane would be deserted except to a few motorists racing across.

Coming back to my episode, had been returning back home from the laundry. Earphones in my ears with loud music coming out from it, unaware of the surroundings around me, I had been taking a nice evening walk.
Suddenly, I sensed a motor bike from behind slowing down and I felt a pull on my wallet, as if someone had been trying to pull it. But without my own knowledge, I happened to shift the wallet to the other hand and looked what’s going on. I could see a protruded hand. The great bike wallah had slowed down his bike and had tried his hand on my wallet. Good luck, and I was saved by my own wit. God forbid, if at all I would have lost my wallet gone would be my ATM card, PAN card and a small amount of money. Process of applying and the wait for a ATM and PAN takes your sweat off.
Wanted to note down the bike number, so that I could put it on my blog, but unfortunate, at that giffy moment nothing clicked to me and it was only after he was out of sight, I remembered about blog thingy. As the bike guy went past me, all I could see was a pulsar bike, helmet clad fellow, with a rich black jacquet wearing a reebok shoe which perhaps show-cased some amount of dignity. Does this incident mean all of his belongings are stolen ones?? Probably. I take it to be a yes! And how I had wished, his bike would take a sudden stop and wouldn’t start at all, so that I could go and give a stare into the eyes of this GENTLEMAN……

But it was different here. He was gone hail and happy with his attempt to flick and maybe with more confidence to be successful with his next attempt……

Cricketeers v/s Film Stars

Similarities:
Both have fans as well as critics.
Have die-hard fans.
Are seen on commercials and earn in huge lumpsum.
Are dragged into a controversy in some form or the other.
If at all they happen to land up in a jail, they usually get a 5-Star room cum prison.
Both categories have handsome men and pretty woman in them.Is it the result of cosmetic world? Not sure…

Differences:
A cricketeer retires from his game after a certain age, while a bollywood star has no such restrictions.
A cricketeer has turned into a bollywood star, while a bollywood star hasn’t turned into a cricketeer so far.

Memories of Diwali!!

Diwali is a special occasion for all of us. Saturday- concluding day of this special occasion, and with an intention to have something for memories to be re-called in future, we decided to spend it with a dinner outside.
Out of four friends, two backed out leaving with two of us who had made it for the grand finale. One of the two was offcourse me. Lets name my accomplice ‘X’. Thereby, X and me set out in search of a restaurant with a thought to leave some crazy imprints, which would remind us of the lovely time we had spent.

On our search of our destination, we came across a hawker, who was selling lovely dolls.He had a variety of them…You name it, he had it, ranging from hi-tech Barbie’s to Clay models to Wooden one’s. We stood there watching those lifeless ‘creatures’ which moved ,walked and danced in tune to the movement of the key.

No sooner, did our stomach’s remind us of our journey ahead and we walked away from those dancers. By then, I was reminded of a ‘Bay Leaf’, round the corner( For those who don’t know what Bay Leaf is, it’s a restaurant where you get servings of veg as well as non-veg).
On a previous occasion, we colleagues had landed up there (where the expense was being borne by my office).With no inhibitions, we lavishly dined and had ordered for the most expensive menu then.
But now, we had to pay from our pockets which naturally needs thinking thrice. X and me finally crossed the well carved wooden door of ‘Bay Leaf’ and were in. Ambience in the evening hours was too good. Dim lights, well managed interiors, and courteous staff had simply made our day and we had already thought this Diwali is going to be the best of all years.

Meanwhile, a steward approached us and gave us a tumbler of water each and gracefully placed the menu cards on either sides.
I opened the menu card…….i happened to see beverages with names whisky, rum, vodka……..realised was a card exclusively for beverages. Beneath that, was another card for food. Satisfied that we had found our destination, we opened it. And the menu read like Chicken Gobi, Alu tikka, Gobi baadshai and so on and so forth. Happened to look at the price…..Gosh………..What did I read? Re-read over and over…..Oophs…..Whatta shock? Prices were beyond thoughts and our pockets.

X and I, din’t want to have very big hole in our pockets by spending such a lot of money, therefore, we drank the water kept in tumbler beside and were fidgeting on what to do.We din’t want to make a mock of ourselves either.

Immediately an idea struck my mind.
My phone started ringing. I said ‘we are coming out’ in a loud voice so that people near us could hear me, and we got up to go out. Another steward who had been watching us asked me ‘What happened Ma’am?’ I had to tell him sorry and walk off. A sigh of relief on our faces as we came out of Bay Leaf.

X asked who’s call was it? I had to tell her, it was a gimmick to get out and there was no phone call. It was only me who had been making all the talk and nobody on the other end.
She burst out laughing………’Witty’ she proclaimed.

Later, we had good dinner within our budget and happily lived thereafter that evening. Indeed a memorable Diwali. Isn’t it?

Today

Tring..tring..
Hello..........hello(voice on the other side)
Yes............rajanna navre( rajanna sir)
Wrong no.......hm ??????.........rajanna navru ilva(isn’t rajanna there?)
Wrong no.......alla rajanna ide number kottidda(rajanna had given me this number for calling him)
Wrong no. Rajanna antha yaaru illa illi(there’s no rajanna’s on this number).........howda.....sari madam.........loafer nan maga, ee number kottidane, sorry madam!!
(Isit? Ok madam...lo...he has given me this number for contacting him. Sorry madam)

Just wonder how many of us encounter with such wrong numbers everyday. At times such calls at odd hours are a source for having a bad day or a bad mood.
As wise men put it, ‘never let your surroundings and situation affect your mood’, but from my personal experience I can say, it doesn’t work everywhere and everytime. A long term practice on moods doesn’t spare you either. You will be a victim of it some or the other time.

Luckily, having received this wrong call post lunch, I must say this has served some food for thought, where falling asleep after a nice good lunch is being spared from and i am here sitting in front of my comp with eyes wide open, and into blog world enthusiastically awake, penning my thoughts.

Life

I am greatly relieved on my decision to skip exams for this season. Therefore, no books for a couple of months. A good news for me!!

Alternatively, I am planning on what books to read(minus course books). Any suggestion on the best of fictions or otherwise would be greatly appreciated.
Recently have picked up Sidney’s ‘Bloodline’. Although, I had started it for a time pass, I have reached those pages, from where, there would be no turning back. Having read Sidney over student days, I can easily say all of his books have got a similar kind of writing, which I am fed up off.