Saturday, November 30, 2013

A Dream.

He never knew that this day would ever come. Or even he would be entitled to such a luxury. Or even that he would be so blessed to have this opportunity. That boy, that little kid was finally pursuing his dream. It is still a dream to him, but he will get used to it. 

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This boy is just an ordinary kid. He was no different. The only thing was that he was poor and more sadly he had no family. He wandered on the streets but never begged a single time. He worked, worked his way to earn a decent meal at the end of the day. And nonetheless he was enriched with knowledge. Not that knowledge that we seek in the books, but rather people. He had traveled places in pursuit of job, a little money to satisfy his little appetite. He studied people. He was a reader he never knew. On one such journey, he saw a mother reading a story to her kid. He was fascinated. He fell in love with the idea, he fell in love with the books. He wanted to read. His priorities changed. He started sacrificing his meal for the books. But then again he was disappointed when he discovered he couldn't make sense of what was written. He couldn't read. But that didn't stop him. He asked people on his journeys the letters. And slowly and gradually he could read. But still he wanted to enrich that little knowledge he gained. He knew he wasn't perfect, but still he moved forward in his pursuit. He sneaked into the school dress which he once got on some work and went to a school. He jumbled through the classes trying to learn as much as possible before he gets caught, which he did. The Principal of the school was moved by his passion to pursue reading, studying and also more impressed with his insight on the people which he gained along the way reading people. The school in which he stumbled into is a charitable organization and was capable of providing the basic education till he grows. This boy couldn't believe his luck. He was happier than anyone in the planet. That day this boy dressed in the school dress with a bag full of books entered the holy place of education in pursuit of knowledge. Holy, because he never believed in god till that day but still prayed to him.

Now he enters the church he never had dreamed would ever be able to step into, in pursuit of his quest, the quest for knowledge. 


This post is written for Write Tribe's Wednesday Prompt : The Boy.

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Had I looked back.

'Had I looked back', Would things be any different? I asked this question over a thousand times. And every single time the answer was 'Yes'. I was arrogant and adamant. In one such encounter I lost my nerve and decided to never return back. I left them. I am sure, I heard a loud scream, but I didn't care. I was very much annoyed. I was sure they would take me back in a heartbeat. But I felt guilty. I felt a part of me lost.

And now I am all alone for all those I left behind, left the world the very same day. I was too late to realize that the simple happy things are always around us. If only.


This post is written for Write tribe's 100 words on a Saturday's prompt "Had I looked back".

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Saturday, November 23, 2013


I always wondered what the writer's block was. Okay, this might sound crazy and even more stupider but this was my thoughts on the meaning of writer's block. When I first heard the phrase 'Overcoming the Writer's Block' I was a little confused that I might be on the wrong side of the page. I actually thought that the Block ( actually meaning not able to proceed further ) meant a group of writers ( distinguished and highly qualified). So, the block that I was thinking of sounds, like I said, stupid. When I was a kid, I used to live in the company quarters. There were individual houses and then there were apartments. So, these apartments were named Block A to G. So, you see. Now, I guess you get the gist , right? 

Then I started hearing the phrase more often. I had started believing that I am not only on the wrong page, not even the wrong book, but on a totally different planet. I couldn't make sense of it until I realized the actual meaning. What I made of this ? Nothing! What I wanted to convey from this? I ain't no perfect in the slightest possible way. Let me elaborate this. 

There are a lot of people around me whom I have tried to inspire my best so that they could get their skills to the better of themselves. I mean writing. Like I said, I have never been good at English. As I write this, I still feel, I have made some grammatical mistakes and also the whole layout of so called writing. I still don't know. But there is a problem. People believe that I am better at writing or lets just keep it to English. Believe me, I am exactly the opposite. So, when I say 'Hey, why don't you start writing. I am sure you will be a good writer', to which I get replies like 'I don't know man, I am not good in English' or 'I am not good at writing'. Ahem, Ahem! Look at me. I pretend to be an awesome writer but at the end of the day, I just drift into sleep hoping that I will be perfect one day ( umm, lets forget about my insomnia and pretend that I regularly sleep at nights at correct time ). 

So, my dear friends who think they are not capable of writing, believe me you could do wonders. You just have to believe. And when you reply back praising me for my skills or comparing yours to mine, I really don't know whether I should laugh or cry. 

Anyways, I am facing serious issues with this writer block. I have tried to overcome it, but alas! I haven't been much successful about it. And then again, there is a friend of mine, who had started blogging like an year back and who was inconsistent with his blog-posting, has finally picked up the lifting ground and is upbeat about it and is striding forward and that too in an awesome way. 

Now I am stuck, again. I am not even able to write about my "writer's block" condition. Hopefully, I will come up with much better posts.

Thursday, November 21, 2013

Eventful Monday.

I walked down the lonely road. It was silent, calm and compelling. The quietness and the stillness was ecstatic.  The time was around 2 a.m. in the morning. And it was a Monday night, or we can safely say the earliest Tuesday. The previous day, Monday to be precise was a fun filled day. I have been in Bangalore for a little over a year and I haven't done much. I was literally "Jobless with a Job" for nearly six months and believe me, I didn't do a thing. I just ate, watched TV and slept. Then I got into a project which was going nowhere. It really didn't nowhere and was stopped short after making us work for nearly five months. Then again another month of Joblessness. And unfortunately this time, my joblessness was cut short when I got into a project. Lets keep aside my work for a moment and let me describe about the day.

10th November, Sunday 10.20 p.m.
My office is on the other side of Bangalore, literally. It is a journey of nearly one hour, provided the traffic is minimal. And when I say minimal, I mean zero. Yeah, right! That situation might never arise in Bangalore, ever unless it is 12 am or something. Did I forget to tell why am I writing all this? One of my colleague's marriage was scheduled on 11th November. So, we had planned to go for her marriage. But it was in a neighboring place around 300 kilometers(approx). The bus which was booked for transportation doesn't pass through my place. Like I said, I am on the other side of Bangalore. So, I had to go to friend's room so that I could board the bus at 4 a.m. in the morning. The marriage was scheduled at 10 a.m. and for that we had to start early. I along with my friend started off on his bike at 10:30 p.m. from my place. 

Monday, 4 : 30 a.m.
I am an insomniac, as everybody might already know. The problem being that if I were to sleep, I wouldn't wake up on time, no matter how many alarms I might use. So, staying up all night was not a big deal for me. My friend also stayed up as he also had the same problem, but that he wasn't an insomniac. We started getting ready by 3 a.m. I mean they started getting ready. I came ready from my room. We were supposed to start by 4 am but we were already late by 30 minutes. But we finally kicked off. 

Monday, 11:00 a.m.
With minor delays and waiting we finally started off by around half past six after picking up all the people. We stopped at a restaurant for breakfast. The people who didn't sleep last night were damn hungry along with the people who had a nice sound sleep. The breakfast was over and the bill was more than I normally pay for my lunch during the weekdays. And then the first photo-session began. It lasted for another twenty to thirty minutes. And we were back on the journey. Then again, we stopped short for another photo session. Now, from that place the destination was like 30 minutes away. But the driver knew the best to increase the kilometer count that he made that 30 minutes journey into a freaking one and a half hour long trip making us perfectly miss the marriage. The marriage was over. But there was reception back at 12 p.m. We atleast wanted to go to it on time. And then there was a call from a friend of mine at 12 p.m. He also wanted to come to the marriage. And he didn't even start yet. He was back in Bangalore. Now let me elaborate on this. Two days ahead of this plan to go the marriage, there was a plan to visit a nearby place the day before the marriage. It was planned. I had prepared myself for that. And then again, they called me back to tell that that plan was cancelled. Within a few hours, the plan was made and also the plan was cancelled. After this was cancelled, my friend whom I just mentioned who goes by the name Mr. P called me to to inquire about the plan as he was also interested in coming. I had told him that the plan was unexpectedly cancelled for reasons unknown. The next day he called to ask about the marriage trip. It seemed like he was willing to come. And then I called him back to check up whether he was coming or not, to which he replied he wasn't coming as he had some work pending back at office. But then again after we reached there two hours late, he again wanted to come. What the hell is wrong with this guy ? And he did come, but we were already on the way back, as in visiting the nearby places. 

The next part of the trip included Belmuri Falls and Brindavan Gardens. The former sounds like a water fall, may be small, but it isn't. It is just a small establishment after the big dam where the water just runs down slowly. And then there is this Brindavan Gardens which is awesome with all the lights in the fountain. But then again, time was of importance as some of the people (read : married people) wanted to go back as soon as possible. There was this musical shoe of fountain, which turned out to be crap with the regional songs playing in the background and so harmony in the movement of the water, whatsoever. 
If you are interested, you could check out some of the photos here : Ajay Kontham Photography

After this, we were back on our journey to Bangalore. By the time we reached the last stop, it was nearly 1 a.m. and by the time I reached my room, it was a little over 2 a.m. 

P.S. The story ended. I don't know why I uploaded the photos. I gave a link to the photos just because I was too lazy to upload. Well, you can still check those out, as I didn't upload them. 

Sunday, November 10, 2013

One Aftermath.

I have been blurting about my Insomniac problem. Well, it actually isn't a problem as I am an active part of it . I mean I am the one leading myself into Insomnia by engaging myself into some or the other activities which could be trickled down to either watching TV series or playing games. I think by now most of the people reading my blog would know about that. Not only these people, the people at office also know that. And also the people who are in a totally different state and as a matter of fact , people in other countries also know about this. Whoa! Wow, I sound famous. But alas! It is just a distant dream. What ? Being famous, of course. Being insomniac doesn't make one famous. 

As I have already mentioned earlier about some of the incidents that happened to me when I was being sleep-ridden over the whole night. Let me point out a few and come to the latest one that happened just yesterday. Let me just skip to the latest one. I don't have much time now. I am attending a colleague's marriage. And in order to attend it, we have to start here as early as 4 am in the morning. So, yeah my so called Insomniac problem will help me better this time. And also I have to go to my friend's room since the pick up will start over there and I live on the other side of the city. So, yeah, I am writing this as fast as possible. Why the hurry, you may ask ? No reason as such. Umm.. well, I want to write a total of 200 posts by this year end. And with over a month remaining I still have to write 30 odd posts. 

The night before yesterday, I didn't sleep as usual. Nothing new there. And the odd thing was that I wanted to go for a movie the other day. So, by keeping in mind my insomnia I planned that I won't be able to go to the movie in the morning if in case I don't sleep the whole of the night. But that's a known thing that I won't be sleeping the whole of the night. So, I didn't sleep. The odd thing that I did was that I booked the ticket for the first show which I felt might give me some encouragement to sleep or not sleep at all till I had completed watching the movie. Everything was going fine till seven in the morning. That is the time I wash my clothes (on a Saturday morning). I completed that and the time was eight. No biggie since the movie was at 10:10 am , I still had over an hour to get ready. I was feeling a little sleepy by now. I really don't know why! May be because I hadn't slept the previous night as well. So, I get myself into the hot shower. But after I come out, I don't know what I did. When I opened my eyes, I was in my bed and the time was twelve. What the hell happened in the middle? Did I watch the movie, came back and slept on my bed or I just slept after the bath. The time in between is lost. I really don't know what happened. One thing to feel nice about is that at least I wasn't sleeping naked in my bed after the bath. Now, that would be disappointing when my roommates find myself in that situation. 

P.S. Okay, I gotto run. Bye.

Saturday, November 9, 2013

That thing called... Relationship.

So much has been said, so much has been done. Well, in my case so much has been dreamt/thought of, so little nothing has been done. In this day, we come across a grave problem as we slowly leap into the future. The problem, I say ! I will get to it. I am no expert in these things, but I could still articulate a few. So, if I may, I would like to continue with the topic for the day : Life as we see it. 

Don't get carried away by the name. It is just a small trick to get people's attention. I would have said that the topic to be "Sex and Relationships" . But then that would be a cheap trick, but I am not saying I won't be speaking about that either. I will. Well, there are a part of life whether we like it or not, are they not? So without much ado, let me get on with it then. 

Since my childhood, I have had this crush thing on one or the other opposite sex. But I haven't been able to do much about it. Nor have I now. But I don't blurt about it all the time. But there are people that do. Let me start by picking up on my friends. 

The Relationship Duo
When I was in school and when the time was right for most of those hormonal changes, it was the time when people start discovering the whole concept of blind love or its other names/ whatever you want to name them. Then there was the concept of crush. Which started off great turned out to be a fatal one. Let me explain. Suppose A has a crush on B, and C also has a crush on B, inspite of sorting it out with B, C would pick up in A ,and vice versa teasing each other denying the fact that they both really like the person. It was the time, when a smallest of the talk meant that the person in now the new scapegoat for a little while. And who does this? The person who has a crush on the same very person. Yeah, it's very confusing. I know ! I was among the few teasing others. You get the picture, right ? But I have never seen any of my friends being truly involved in a relationship since then. All we talk about is Only if we were that lucky or unlucky(the story of aftermath). Or is it that some of the folks are very good at deceiving their own friends. May be. 

The Wannabee 
Now, who doesn't want to have a have a girl by their side? Here who refers to boys. Well, unless you are otherwise! What's frustrating is when a guy complains about his relationship status to be single. But what more frustrating is when he complains about his appearance. So, there is this guy, Mr. S. He is not technically or even practically my roommate, but circumstances have compelled him to be. The cries he makes after coming from office are unbearable. I mean I stay in the other room and I can't hear his plight. Firstly, there is the problem of the receding hairline. He compares his hair with every single person whom he eyes and then cries about his hair. As a remedy to that, he spent around 25K bucks (Indian currency) on some kind of treatment which enables him to get his hair back in a matter of few months. Whats disappointing is that I find a Body Building Shampoo in the bathroom. I mean What the Hell ? WTH is Body Building Shampoo? No questions were asked as he was already in a sad state. Oh wait, the story isn't over! His cries have no bounds , my friends. There is this complexion thing. He isn't that fair. Another thing to cry about in his long list of cries. I say long list because he brings back to the room a lot of stories (which are depressing to him as some girl said something, did something, did not say something, did not do something). Whatever may be the reason, the brain does its job of perfectly questioning every entity of possibility. Another thing in his list is that another guy from my room is very fair, handsome indeed and more over had a huge bunch of think hair. The envy this guy has is stupid and sounds more girly to me. Well, I am not here to judge, whatsoever! Well, he is not the only one. There are people like him everywhere. I too am like him but only like a one percent. 

The Dreamer, the Scholar and  the Opportunist 
We all have our urges. And when we slowly grow up and those urges still remain unfulfilled, it doesn't feel right. And it hurts even more when the people all around us have achieved those a long back. If that isn't enough, they keep coming back mocking at us, teasing us about the very issue. We might not respond to it, as we still wait for that moment to pass, the moment of not these people bullying us, but the moment when all those are fulfilled. 

The other day, one such dreamer , Mr. P (if you remember from my previous posts) asks me a question on relationship. He was asking me as if I have a doctorate in it or if you think that too extreme, then as a person who have been successful in a relationship or as a matter of fact relationships. So, his inquisitiveness goes like this, "See, I want you tell me something. I haven't kissed a girl. And I am still a virgin. I really like one girl and I want to be with her for the rest of my life. But I still haven't talked to her yet. And there is another girl who is a very good friend of mine and well she has a boyfriend. But she is willing to do anything I ever wanted to do. So, should I fulfill my urges which have been taunting me like forever ? Or should I wait ? 
That wasn't a hard thing to answer. But before all this I did tell him that he was asking me as if I am an expert in this thing. As a matter of fact, I stand right beside you on those urges-thingy. But I tell him what I felt was right! I started by asking him whether that girl who was coming up to fulfill his desires was really into him as he said she already has a boyfriend! Or is that chemistry of who has a feeling for whom and what that feelings really hold are just not my plate, I guess. Because come on, if a girl has a boyfriend and is doing things like this with some other person is cheating. Or may be this very same guy is her boyfriend. I continued with my scholarly advice. If you really like a girl and that you want to be with her, then you should wait for her for the right moment. If you fall under pressure of some kind to fulfill your urges just because everybody you age have done that a long back isn't a good enough reason. So, finally my conclusion was that he should wait! He seemed to have agreed with me on that. 

After nearly less than a month, which was the day before yesterday, Mr.P now the opportunist, comes to me tell something that just happened. I don't know what to say to what he had told me then. So, I told a girl that I kissed a girl and that didn't mean anything. And she started scolding me for what I did saying that I am following the American lifestyle. And he continued blurting out his agony for roughly the next few hours. He kept saying that one should never have girlfriends. He kept telling that. We just nodded, but with a little bit of sarcasm and a little bit of empathy. Empathy ? I think I have to explain here. So, in his usual ranting he was telling about how his friends had belittled and made fun of him as he is still a virgin and that he hasn't kissed any girl. Are you people seriously looking at me now ? What ? What is it? Didn't I tell you that we were on the same level. So, you see. I am still the nice dude here. So, anyway, he continues saying that he had a lot of chances where he could have kissed a girl but he didn't and this one time he did, some other girl was scolding him for doing the same. I am along with other guy were explaining him about how we never got a chance to ..., leave aside that, no girl had ever approached us in our lives. And this guy, inspite of being among a lot many girls is stumbling over the matter of kissing one girl and telling about it to another girl. And his repeated his story again , and then again. 

P.S. So, I called myself scholar once in between. I was just referring to the synonymous of it not the actual word. Now who would believe that. I was about to write more about myself, but lets keep it for another day perhaps. One solid ranting is enough for a day, I suppose. 

Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Mash Up.

The other day, I spoke at great length about the games that were being conducted at office. After two successful fails and losing in a manner we can't even speak about, the third day we hoped to change the tables to our sides. But as you might have very well guessed, the same fate awaited us. We knew it beforehand, but still we did it anyway. 

We had a DJ on the next day. It was the only day in over a year after staying in Bangalore that I actually sweat. I am not kidding. I had went on a marathon a couple of times. Actually, to be precise two times and I did not sweat then, may be because I was more walking than running. Well, okay now we are not here to judge my stamina. I also went on a morning jog. If you know me ( in case you are reading my blog or whatever!) , I am an Insomniac person. If I have to wake up at six in the morning, I sure as hell can't wake up even if I had a hundred alarms blazing in my ears. Been there, done that, got scolded by roommates. So, the only solution is to stay awake till six. One day when I saw that the time was six and my so called TV Series have magically completed, I woke up to the world. I thought lets go for a run and fulfill that six-pack body from my wish list. I came back panting, realizing that I didn't even run half a mile. Keep aside the half mile thing, I just walked and came back , umm, panting. So, what was I telling ? Yes, sweating! We danced like crazy, like mad crazy. Though we hadn't any dance moves in our grasp. But there was music, which was more than sufficient. 

Since we are on the topic of me being an insomniac. Let me extend the story a bit longer. The other day I wanted to catch the early bus to office. This bus usually comes at seven in the morning. Since you already know my story about my inability to wake up in the morning on time, I preferred to stay up all night. So, I was keeping myself busy with some movies and tv series. By the time I realized to check the clock, it was already seven. I seriously cursed myself for not keeping tabs on time as I wanted to be in office early that day. I got ready for the next bus, which is usually at nine thirty. But before that, I thought I could steal a little sleep since the time was still eight. The next thing I know, the time is ten. Believe me, I cursed me even more. Well, since this is also out of reach, the next and the final bus was at eleven. I made the weird calculations in my mind to come to a conclusion that I had another one hour before the bus comes. So, let me steal another quick nap. The next thing I know the time is twelve. No kidding! I just succeeded in missing all the morning buses and in turn had to pay my way to office. The only problem was that by public transport, I had to change two bused, walk over two mile (roughly). "The day couldn't have been better". No, Seriously! 

So, today as I was about to start writing a post. I got delayed. No, I was lying . I was distracted. Thanks to faceboook for being successful in that every single time. Even though, I don't get any new notification for decades, I still open it to see if by chance any. I came across this video : 

I seriously had a nice laugh. So I continued watching other videos of same genre. By the time I finished, I mean the videos list got, the time is now. If you happen to watch the Game of Thrones tv series, you would like this one. Scratch that. You would still like it anyway. The lip sync is just too awesome and perfect. Hats off guys.

The other day, my friend introduced to an friend of his, who in turn turned out to be a person I already knew, but not that well. So he said, he was just telling about me. I was seriously taken aback. What the hell do I have that you are telling others about ? I asked the same. You write poems, don't you ?  he asked me. Ofcourse I do, I replied. He writes awesome poems and since you are also interested in poems, you too could sit together sometime, he said to his friend. I was feeling like acting like a great poet. Though the voice in my mind was keep telling me shouting at me "Dont flatter yourself". I accept that this is short lived, but still I could drown in it. So, I wrote one the very same day. The hope died the very same day. No, now you don't have to go to that poem. It really sucked. Take my word for it. 

P.S. I would be lying if I said that I am still trying to get my head around this writing thing. Because I ain't trying here, at all. I should get back to this, real soon. I feel like I am babbling on an on, without making a point. Umm... there was never such a thing ever though, but still I tried to, back in those days ! 

Friday, November 1, 2013

Imagine Dragons - Demons

Currently listening to Imagine Dragons - Demons  : Absolute Awesomeness. 

Lyrics : 
When the days are cold
And the cards all fold
And the saints we see
Are all made of gold

When your dreams all fail
And the ones we hail
Are the worst of all
And the blood’s run stale

I want to hide the truth
I want to shelter you
But with the beast inside
There’s nowhere we can hide

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

When the curtain’s call
Is the last of all
When the lights fade out
All the sinners crawl

So they dug your grave
And the masquerade
Will come calling out
At the mess you made

Don’t want to let you down
But I am hell bound
Though this is all for you
Don’t want to hide the truth

No matter what we breed
We still are made of greed
This is my kingdom come
This is my kingdom come

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide

They say it's what you make
I say it's up to fate
It's woven in my soul
I need to let you go

Your eyes, they shine so bright
I want to save their light
I can't escape this now
Unless you show me how

When you feel my heat
Look into my eyes
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide
Don’t get too close
It’s dark inside
It’s where my demons hide
It’s where my demons hide


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