Luck - A Superpower.

"I am freaking LUCKY!"

-AK 

I am in a constant debate with myself about the supernatural entity called Luck.Well, it has helped me a lot many times, I think ( I guess I am just being nice). But it has also drowned me a lot many times as well. So, what should we make of this supernatural power called LUCK ? I have never, I mean I could never associate myself to being the lucky one. Because sometimes life's a bi*ch and there is nothing we could do about it. 

When I have associated myself for a random pleasure of playing poker online ( for fake money obviously) I realized how lucky I was when I lost over a million dollars in succession. And I can't imagine what I would have gotten myself into if I played that game for real. I can't begin to imagine my fate, or should I call it Luck, and moving a little further can I call Life.          

When after a week long debacle of keeping my hairstyle intact for a week since I feared that taking a shower might ruin the alignment of the hair (which was looking awesome by the way though however messy or dusty and need I say Dandruff might have been accumulated, if I should point out) and it would never be the same ( in perspective of looking good/awesome). So, when I finally decide to take the shower, a few moments later(while I was mid way) I was welcomed with air through the shower. I was like what the hell? Yeah, you guessed it right! There was no water in the water tank in the middle of the afternoon, when I or anyone would least expect it. So, I had to clean myself up with the little drops that were pouring out of the shower. It happened not once, not twice, but thrice in succession.Someone sure is pissed off at me. Can we call him God. Or is it just my bad, very very bad LUCK.

I went to a movie last week. And since all my friends were busy, I went alone. Plus my friends are not a fan of English action movies as much as I am. And to add to that they are selective about what kind of movies they would be watching. Anyway, I went alone and as I as waiting outside the theater since the previous movie stretched a little longer than expected. So, I came across this girl who looked like WOW, like really WOW!, not jaw dropping but just Wow! As I was the good guy that I am, I preferred not to stare creepily and started minding my own business. I really don't give the better looking people much of my eyes. If I do, there will be a well enough reason. So, when the movie started and grabbed my seat in the theater, I was smiling wide when that very girl sat beside me. The first thing I did was tweet about it. *People collectively shouting in unison WHATTT?* What did I do now? I was tweeting. So, what's wron.. Oh I get it. Your question is "What the hell am I doing tweeting at that time?". I missed the part where I forgot to mention she came with her boyfriend, who (uneasy for me ) was holding her hand all the time and never let it go even once. Lets get back into the theater. And wait, it gets more interesting when they swap their seats and now that guy is sitting beside me. Simply Great! 

When everything is going just fine, I start worrying, almost each day because it is an bad sign. Something bad has to happen, no matter what, no matter how good you(I) might be feeling or however lucky I might be. A day which goes without any incident(preferably bad/unlucky) is like a miracle. So, the day before yesterday was such day. I currently have no work at office ( remember my reference "Jobless with a Job" : THAT) and I was feeling pretty bored being at office. So when I called my friend who was also in similar shoes, he was playing caroms. I was like, Oh yeah, we have a games room in office right? When I went there, they were playing the game and I saw the empty Table Tennis table, so I decided to play TT from then on. That very day, I bought a pair, which I got for a cheap rate which was surprising. All this about the night before the actual day. So, I reach office leisurely and to check my hair I went into the restroom. It was okay, which was unusual because it is always messed up and I have to spend literally an hour to get it into shape and then I frown when it doesn't turn out into what I expected it to be. So when it was fine after a bumpy bus ride, I was like "Ah, my lucky day!". It was short lived when my zipper malfunctioned. It was fine in the morning when I started but now I have no idea what happened. It didn't open. And when it did open, it was gone, as if it was torn. I was just into office. If I were just leaving, then I could have covered it with something and silently made an exit. The problem was that I just reached and promised all my friends that I would play TT with them and it gets interesting as my next bus back home it in the evening after nearly 6 hours. And imagine my situation with an open zipper. Oh wait, don't (what was I thinking! My sincere apologies) It would be disgusting. I had hell of a time covering it. I think my attempts in covering itself might have given away what I was trying to hide. And well, I just couldn't leave it like that. Then I thought, I should have a spare shirt and trousers ready in my bag. Oh God! It is really not a good experience at all. Fortunately ( yeah, I missed the 'Un' in front of it) I didn't take the pullover which I usually keep ready in my bad or the sweater. None. 

Yay! I sure as hell am the LUCKY one! I have no idea whom should I blame. Wait, why should I blame anyone for the mishaps that happen to me. And with that I reveal my superpower : Unlucky! I am currently working on a symbol and done a rough drafts for the costume. It will out soon. Don't forget to buy then on OLX. Yeah,  I was kidding about buying them on OLX. Who wants to be unlucky? Stupid me! 

P.S. : I could go on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on (ya ya! we get it. Dude, stop!) about all my lucky encounters. But let me tell you, the last one is the worst, so far.  I am not hopeful that it will be the last one. I am sure, I will be facing many more such incidents. If not, it is not me! It can't be. And the starting line which I wrote as if it was some quote or something, it isn't. I searched for some nice witty quotations. I didn't get any. So I made up a random one. And don't say, I know its the lamest. But it could never be lamer than my luck. 

In a Day's Work.

The Awkward Chronicles 

There has been a lot going on lately. I am sometimes at the middle of all this. Well, lets say in some instances I am the creator, in some an observer and in other just some other guy. And in the recent days I have been associating myself into more of such situations. 

1. I have joined a project like a month back. And frankly speaking I don't know one bit of what's happening in it. As a fresher, I have been given some work. And that's an easy task to say the least. So, no worries there. But now, there are deadlines to meet. And we have to show more than we do. So, what they did was , they called in some more guys to help ease the burden on the existing few people and increase the number of tasks per day. Now, these are new, like very new. And they have no idea of how the application works and what needs to be done. In order to assist them, we were shifted to another floor for the time being. We were already setting up the system and configuring it, when they barge in saying that the setup might take some time and we have to work faster. So, we were shifted back to the same floor but different rooms. Now, the herd hitting part. We had to setup and configure the system there also. What a waste of time, I thought. Now I was in the other room separated by a glass wall, almost invisible though on either side. So, I started with my work after killing like an hour to setup and configure. In the meanwhile I had a doubt, so I went to clarify the doubt. And there the new guys were there asking some other doubt. My lead told cleared my doubt and told me to help them. So, I go over to their place. I don't know what they were thinking about me, but the doubts doubled .. tripled.... quadrupled. And I was there with no deep knowledge telling them this is that, that is this... bla bla. In the process of explaining them, I once, no twice felt, What the hell am I even saying?  while they were busy listening to whatever I was saying trying to understand or that's how their faces looked like. 

2. I recently made a purchase of three spectacles. No, I wasn't high on money. But there was an offer Buy one Get one. So, I bought one there in that offer and the other was from another place. With the three different specs in my grab, I decided to use each for different purpose. So, one is for home/room/indoors. I mean it is to be used only inside the home, while I am on computer or watching TV, or whatever but only indoors. The second one is for the official purpose. Now, when I say official purpose, I mean to say when I go to office I use this one. And the last one is for outdoors like when I am going for a movie, or just outing / anything under the sun and moon and no moon also. :P

3. It is kind of a ...hmm.. what do we call it... I don't know what it is called. Well, Let me explain the situation here. There is a guy who is like two years elder to me. He practically lives in my flat because all his friends are in the same flat as me. So, this guy is kind of afraid of me. No, I am not the human-killing-person nor do I look fierce. And I don't understand why he is so afraid of me. But the fact that he pisses me off with his half baked theories and talking s-h-i-t about other people and that one day he will have a good beating from me, I've no clue why he is so afraid of me.

4. The Canteen Encounter. I am in Bangalore and there is a very big chance that people from different places reside here, work here or have moved to here. It is quite difficult to say that this person speaks this language or is from this state or place. That's the beauty of it, I ca say. So, one afternoon I was having my usual lunch. The cafeteria was filled with people. So I had to take a place where already two people were munching their afternoon lunch. The thing was that they both were from the same state as I am but different places. So, these guys were talking and I was able to understand each and every word. They were totally dissolved in their conversation that they knowledge about my presence was minimum or it could be that they thought I wasn't aware of the language they were speaking. Well, it is usually not good to hear what other people talk. But what else can we do in a crowded place and the phone doesn't buzz with a single email / message / or anything to keep us occupied. I too was busy in my lunch, ... hmm.. ok..I appeared to be busy in my lunch and listening to their conversation. And it was hard not to because the TV at the far end was showing Stock Market drama, about which I don't have a clue. So, these guys were making fun of each other and occasionally themselves. As we all know that's how the usual conversations with friends takes place. And yeah strictly no business here. So, I was kind of laughing / smiling / grinning , not at the same time but whenever there was something to smile about. I tried my best to look serious and wasn't giving my ear to their conversation, but the cat was out of the bag and one of the guy asked me whether I knew the language they were speaking in. Of course I knew because that's my mother tongue. So, the other guy asks how did he come to the conclusion that I was of the same native. The answer to that question was quite simple and which I assume you can also figure out, right? 

5. So, yesterday I was at KFC as usual for dinner. The KFC is a little less crowded at that time. The queue was short and my turn just came. As you must be knowing this already that they give the orders right away. Actually, that's good. The waiting time from giving the order to getting it is fast. Only if the things are ready and in place. As unfortunate I can be, the chicken was still under preparation when it was my turn. Oh snap. I waiter for like 20 minutes or so. He didn't even take my order. The serving for the person just ordered before be was under process. Finally it was done and I took my dinner to a nice place and sat to gulp them down. Then again, the chicken was like a hot crispy bubble gum. It stretched as long as I stretched it. What-the-hell-is-going-on? With great difficulty, I finished those hot-'n-crispy bubblegum, and yeah I didn't just chew it but taken it down the alley to the stomach. 

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Phew, finally completed the post. *Yawn* . Are you yawning too? No? Well, then now you will. Still not? Read this again then -  Yawn, Yawn. Haha. Now, why are you yawning? :P

Okay. This pic is not the recent one. Wait! This one is just fake. Because AK never sleeps at night. Last night he slept at like 4 which could be called earliest morning. And who thinks of "Yawning" while one is yawning. Seriously, dude ? 

Crazy-Stupid-Life #2.

Note: You will find some of the text in the other font, which are the 'voice(s) in my head'.

Ground Zero.

Back to square one. "Bigity bigity bang bang", I don't where I heard this but it is kind of stuck in my mind. And I say the phrase whenever I get into trouble. And this is a synonymous gesture to banging the head either on a table/wall/or both. Day before yesterday, we had a presentation. One thing is for sure, I suck. Tell something new, its' an old story on repeat mode. The thing called reading in mind doesn't usually work. I knew it earlier but didn't care much. Now, though I know, still I don't care much. Grow up, dude. Learn and avoid making mistakes. Thanks, but who was that ? Its' the same old story. In short, I go there, forget everything, stammer a lot, create something new, give a bad presentation despite of the individual feedback and the key points on which I was supposed to improve myself upon by my faculty who monitors these things. 

...Reflection

Its deceiving, you know ? Everyone is not alike and every single person is not alike all the time. I am the 6E-ist at home and the time till step outside my room. I don't know what happens outside, but the next moment I see myself and say to myself, He is such an idiot, when I get back to my senses that the person that I was referring to is a reflection of a person who seems totally like me, Wait, thats' you only d#a#. I don't care much, I say so all the time , but I effing care about it all the time. Why dude ? Why bother ? You have a gf ? You want to impress someone or what ? The highlighter is that I have no such avocations. But then again, I want to impress. Who man? Sir? Madam? Who ? I am a man, so I think you get the rest of the story. So, the point is that "Nothing goes the way I plan" and I end up being a fool. 

Recursive

For starters or for the people who don't know me, here is a brief about the person who is wasting your time. Dude, come on, Nobody knows you here and those who know you don't give a rats ass about what you write or have to say. May be because you don't speak much. Well, this guy just broke the ice and took all the thunder away. So, heres the thing. I don't speak much. Buckle up! I know that. Get to the point where you explain the reason for that. Reason ? Why bother? Isn't it easier and better to categorize me into something called "Stupid People". Enough of your bulls#it, get to the point. I don't really know the reason why I don't. Is it because 

• I over think the other person's response before I even deliver my thoughts ?
• I am not sure what the response would be when I say something ?
• I can see the other persons' feelings on their face ? 
• I am not sure what the other person would feel about my opinion ? 
• If I speak out, I might remove the little doubt about how stupid I am? 

May be, these could be the reasons. So, in short I tend to think what the other person would feel/think when I say something. If they don't reply back, it will be evident from the expression they project. Isn't it obvious to find out when someone thinks that the other person is such a boring person. And this is the reason why don't get into everybody's business and poke everyone every time. I leave the people to their thoughts and their dreams. :P

Its' a whole different story altogether over the net. I usually can't see the other person's face. I could speak anything may be because I don't see the others reaction to it except what they reply. Call me a (well, your choice) . 

So, recently I kind of made an online friend. Don't go through the 1190 people in my facebook, more than half of them are photographers from all over the world and the half of the remaining half are the profiles to share the photos and the rest is those people whom I know which filter out to nearly 300, lets say. Well, AruP..PAru... Pari (Jumbled the letters and came up with that). Thats' something, right? Ok, fine! AP (fine with that?).  Man, You totally suck at that! [And if you(AruP) are reading this, don't kill me]. The common thing is that we both blog and the difference is that I come up with nonsense in my blog while AP comes up with mind-blowing posts. Well, anyway AP is really a nice person. Moving On. 


Now, coming the to side-header. People keep asking me, telling me, referring me, etc things that I am one silent person and they've quite made up their minds, well at least some of them. The new people I meet would ask me the reason and tell me to speak up more often , while some of the other new think I am pretending to be a nice guy and does things perfectly. Thats' a sarcastic remark, dude. Yeah, I know that, thanks for mentioning again. 


By the way, I mentioned about the online friend because AP would be surprised if we meet in person and then I would be the silent guy and AP would be pretty confused whether I am the same person who met over the web at Twitter. So, what do you want me to do about it, huh? Now, loose the baloon, cut the chase, skip the topic. 

...Awkwardness. 

Okay, Now I have to tell this. Till now, I would get some sort of Super Power in some point of time. But when I shared a photo on the facebook, more like a meme kind of thing, I cam to know there are so many other people like me hoping that some miracle would happen and get to one of the super hero of their dreams. Well, now on, I might have to subside this pat of my imagination. Hmm... that would mean I have to stop thinking 90% of what I think. Seriously, thats' something man. You are a superhero for 90% of your thoughts.


I've another super-quality. I can over think and just don't see what going on in front of me. Lemme simplify it a bit. We usually have classes and I, as a known fact don't know anything. Each morning I make up my mind that I will have to buckle up and show what I got (though, I got nothing, just like some inspiration to work on). So, the classes begin and I am attentive the first few minutes, hmm... more like 1 minute. Then I don't know what happens, I get to my senses when the person teaching makes eye contact with me. I was projecting some movie in my mind which hmm, well I shouldn't say. You can relate it to the above mentioned para and rest of the time its me kicking some ass where ever the mind pleases to go. 


Infatuation.
Here, someone got to help me. Here's the thing. There are so many good looking people around. There have been and there are and probably there will be. Its always about the other sex, right? My post on the same is resting in the drafts which I will publish once I am through it. So, here me again, silent,calm, minding my own business ( WHICH IS ?)  , not-giving-a-s#it-about-anything, or so I pretend. There are some people that get stuck in the mind, and no matter I try I can't get rid of them. So, I ask myself? Do I like them ? Hell No. Do I love them ? Common, man, its me here. Love? *shrugs*.What is that supposes to mean ? What? You got to be kidding me ! You are asking the wrong question. (Moving on with the questions). At least do I know them or vice versa. Hmm, I know some, some know me( I guess so). Well, the point is or the question is : What is that supposed to mean ?  Throw some light, if you happen to know anything about it. Why I mentioned this is because referring above to sentence where I mentioned about the 90% thing, contains one of these characters also. And AP(AruP, Pari), this is what I wanted to ask.(Not exactly, but its something like a beginning which I said I would mention).


Dear God Damn Voice(s) in the head,
Why don't you effing work with me when I am writing an exam where you could help me with some of the answers? There you won't, but here you will make me the stupidest person. I wonder how many voices speak in my head that I loose track of what I am doing /thinking , which sometimes is insanely insane. And one more thing, SHUT UP, will you ? 
Sufferer.


P.S. : Such a waste of time. You could have watched that Abraham Lincoln and the Vampire Hunter Movie instead, right ? 

One Awkward Day.

Sometimes, something happens. And it falls upon as some unmovable force binding us to stick and silently observe the consequences and the timely happenings. Something like happened. Am I for blame? May be, or may be not. What is this all about? The previous day, we had a project review where we have to tell the concerned faculty about the extent of completion of the project for the final year of Engineering. I am a bit unstable minded person when things fall upon at the same time. It is like a Domino, just one part of the piece is sufficient to rupture the whole idea of persistence. I was minding my work, I mean the project while it should have been the team effort. Well, don't even ask about my team. I am at loss of word to define/ explain about the incredible batch of mine. Unfortunately, I being the Project Head, am taking the whole toll on my head. So that makes me much more responsible for the whole project. So even if no one does, some one should do. And this isn't something which could be bought from the Institution and get the whole output and the documentation ready at our convenient day or time. And much more unfortunate thing is that none gives a damn about the project. Neither do I, frankly speaking. But nothing is worse than something. So, I keep the little effort to make something work. Well, I succeed in making the part of it with major manipulations. So, none of my batch mates approach the project faculty head even when the review is the next day. I do all the work and they get the piece of cakes and I don't like cakes that much. I have already discussed about this the previous year when the project external was conducted in the previous semester. I was damn angry at that time. So, I was/am now. 

But there were some turn of events later the day before the project review. Sir told me to keep my name only on the project report. I thought Sir was just kidding. But he seemed serious. So the next day, I got one with my batch names on the report as well as just my name, if in case the fellow beings succeed in persuading Sir in some way. But No, Sir was so sure about it and it just contained my name. And Sir told the same thing to the Project Review Sir also. That wasn't over yet. It was in the Sir's hand to allot the marks for the students under his guidance and he said that he won't give any marks for they didn't do anything. But these guys kept persuading sir to give another chance. Finally after an hour or so of discussion, Sir gave them 2 days to do some work and then he might consider the marks accordingly. I thought now they will get to work or at least try to do something. But no. About AR, there is nothing to be told about him. He isn't a bit concerned. He was asking me to do something and that he will show something to the sir. Seriously? Me? Whatever I did till now is with utmost difficulty and he is asking me put some more effort for him so that he could get some 40 (+) out of 50 in the Project internal. I don't what else to say to this guy. And the last, but not the least, BC. He is neither to be seen nor heard. He enjoys himself with liquor and other non essential stuff and gives a fake name of "Sportsman" to all of it. Seriously! Grow up dude. He neither comes to classes nor to the labs, as he says he is busy with the sports. How many months does one play and how many games does he play? I have no idea but he has some vague connections and so he is being saved all the time. Bloody asshole.

When sir finally kept just my name, I was kind of happy but also a bit sorry for the others. I don't know what to say or do in such situations. I did nothing. May be those guys would be damn angry at me thinking that someday I will get a big blow from them. I would just hope, such a day never comes.  

Hmm, Er.. !!

Well finally I started another blog. Are you kiddin' me ? How many blogs are you going to create? I am not kidding and I have no idea as of how many I will be creating. I am a total (Yeah, you got it right, whatever you think I am). Moving on. 

Dude, what is wrong with movies these days. They are really not at all good. I have to turn away my face  to escape those idiotic scenes. Tollywood & Bollywood are my concerns here. Hollywood is very much advanced. Atleast they don't make up those bogus idiotic out of mind movies, at least not all. But here the Tollywood really sucks man. Really. Though it is a copy of Bollywood movies, most of them, still they don't create much appeal. And Bollywood also copies from other languages even Tollywood, still it sucks big time. Bollywood goes Hollywood and start remaking with the Indian actors. They just take the story and turn it into a bogus and unbearable script and take up idiotic actors to work out the movie. Seriously. I get sick of watching those movies. It is a misconception of reality. I really don't know what the directors think when they direct the movie. If the movie is fiction, let it be, but don't make it too obsolete that it sickens the movie on the whole. In most of the movies here, a single person defeats the whole army of enemies with a small wound. He is called Hero. I appreciate his strength. But I would have appreciated more if he were a Superman or some kind of superhero. But no, he isn't. He is just another ordinary person with extra-orinary strength. He doesn't even look like a WWF fighter or anyone compared to the likes. He looks just like any other person with good physic and body. That's enough for scrambling the eggs and even the WWF fighters with a single blow. Grow up man. Atleast use the technology. Oh you do use it. But not in a effective manner. I can't even speak of it. The difference between the west and the east is that they work, but here they don't. They just follow the trend of the west and try to implement them. Seriously, it is way too much awkward. The new trend is the showing off finger. I don't know why do they even put that scene even when it is not necessary. What can they do? Its' the trend of the present. Even short films are also implementing it. God save the world. 

I don't know why I wrote this. I have No Idea. Now please don't tell, Get Idea. It is another idiotic advertisement.