euphoria unabated.

its precisely 5 years and 7 days since my trip to mumbai with my friends while i was in high school,but i aint think it would be a far fetched thing to say that every moment of the trip goes through my mind to this day,as if it were simply yesterday,for such a nostalgia of it smothers my life hitherto and may be,for a long time to come in life.it was on december 10 th that we had set off for mumbai.the day is special me for another reason that i ve buried inside a casket at the depth of my heart for last so many years.thats another thing,
i am a cosmopolitan cosmophile,who has visited all the state capitals of the south,bar hyderabad,of which i think i ll be finishing the conquest shortly after my ongoing exams.next on list is bhubaneshwar.i actually love visiting places,be it city or a hamlet.so,a visit to mumbai was more than fun for me.there aint any direct train from hospet to mumbai hitherto.so we had to take up haripriya express till guntakal and thereby chennai mail.haripriya express reaches guntakal at midnight and the chennai mail would leave the next morning.the implication,crisp and clear as it can be,we had to spend a night at the guntakal station,that would go down my books as one of the memorable of all times.we guys were all free birds,loitering in the railhead like free birds,poor damsels i think had there wings clipped,they could barely surpass the sight of vision of teachers.i was 1 of the only 2 veggies there,the other offcourse my alter ego and best pal to this day in life.'omlets' are a taboo for the 2 of us and moreso repelling factor is the stink they effuse.friendship can be strange,i somehow managed to stay by the vendor as they devoured one after the other,a moment more there,i would puke for sure as we made our way all around the station.when we came back to the waiting hall,it was,i still can recollect, 3:15 am. i was into clutches of sanitation and i couldnt simply be without a bath,at around 4,the water was freezing cold and i did have my bath,and i can still feel the shiver i got later.
the next morning,we caught the train and set off to our destination.train journey was not as relishy as it could have been,the tickets had not been booked sufficiently in advance and our berths were scattered all over the place.after the cosuming night,most of my time in train went in drowse and standing at the train door hanging precariously.after 20 hours in train, with not many of us accustomed to such matrathon train journey,we were undulating as if we were all drunk.
we had barely settled down,that something struck me,first from home and then through media that the indian parliament has been attacked and security is beng beefed up,tension prevailed in the air as the prospects of our fun had been struck by a lightning.mumbai is such a metropolis,that gave not a fuck to the attacks in its own backyard,there s no way an attack 1200 k s away could jolt it.
our sightseeing started off as if it were a piligrimage and on day 1,we saw nothing but temples under the crew command of our headmistress,my contempt could not hold back for long,yes its good that we visit temple,but that couldnt take the whole out of us.things got better the next day.the bus we d hired locally was caught for overspeeding on ampful occasions and only we were given the blame for not getting ready in time.
we were at the gateway of india and had to take to the sea to visit elephanta caves,other than taking snaps of the ships passing by,i would rate the buoy ride relatively boring.we got there and somehow i was parted by friends left with the most obsequiously adorned sir of mine at the time,he was 60 plus,but by far the best climber. we hanged out there for some time,the pollution that had taken a toll for the last few days seemed to evanascate with the scenic beauty around.we made it to the caves and after some time,got back.
later that night,i was in for something i think sounds out and out wierd.we had a ploy not to sleep at night during our stay at the fanaswadi chowltry.we would spend the whole night playing cards or doing things i wouldnt like to put it up.we were without our knowledge being monitored and that night the light of our room was turned off,but we had a' candle'.we were upto the mind game.we got thrashed after the teachers came to know of the same,and were left locked up in tthe room,devoid of candle and the cards.well,with the winter chill blowing,nature s calls were a natural phenomenon,having been locked up,some of my friends,not me,could no longer hold back as they pissed from the porch of the building.to our badluck,there were truck drivers,probably drunk sleeping right underneath,we could here their trivial slangs at the second floor,and had they made there way in,i am sure we would have been beaten up black and blue.god knows how things were managed,they had chilled down.i would be liar if i say if they had not given a shiver in my spine.
next day we were to essel world and the water kingdom,the fun,i dont find words to explain,
i love adventures and had taken to rides most would flinch.how i bore them is another issue.that evening i felt the world is coming to an end for me,as we were suppose to be leaving the next day,in the twilight i spent some of the most memorable moments of life.the pick up bua was late and we were all swaying about with the closest ones,to accept that after the upcoming exams,we would all part ways.
the next day after visits to other landmarks we were set on our journey back to bedlam,with memories that would prevail for the rest of life.

sojourn at delhi.

i had an envision of the national capital as something it did not turn out to be,right from the moment i entered the outskirts of delhi.i was expecting highrise buildings to greet my eyes on arrival,but all i could see was a seemingly unending stream of slum.and the New delhi station,i was dumbfound.i expected the station to be hygienic at the least if not posh,being the pride of the nation.i couldnt stop muttering,guntakal station is by far better,it was all but disarray at the station. i had to make a pick,either search for a bus or take an auto.for i could make my way to the prepaid counter,i decided in favour of the latter.i had to go to old rajendra nagar,but he took me to the new one,i had presumed the auto people are all the same,rogues who flick ur money off, some way or the other.they realy arent so,he was quite wellbehaved and he indeed demended no extra bucks,it was quite a smooth ride,than wat i had thought it would be.in 20 minutes,i was at my destination.i could see more of the brighter side of delhi.but the buses and the autorickshaws are a mockery of modernisation,they all seem to be in desperate need of a garrage visit, so was their plight,all around the city,man did i miss the bmtc.heigts of all,a human pulled tricycle there left me nowhere,it had been a while since i had seen any,anywhere.i had learnt quite a few things,life doesnt always offer things you expect to be getting.i was at my destination at last.
The hysteresis prevailed,after being in train for such a long time,i was still shaking,my walk was visibly precarious.it was time to have a bath and a long nap,the next morning i set off to do some loitering,i could from a distance gaze at the parliament,the india gate and the whole of the central secretrait,
what struck me was the lines i read in mein kampf,i am quite a hitler fan,i felt these buildings flaunt socialist movement that holds no relevance to the day,my days were full of surprises,when my aunt told me it gets dark at 5 in the evening and visibility becomes 0,i told myself,oh she s going 19 for a dosen,how could it be,and when i was still making my way through karol bagh,all lights were on,my watch read 4:30,i thought my watch had stopped working.it was not so,i could see the same same time el;sewhere,it had been running and quite well too.
there was one last thing i wanted not to miss,the delhi metro,i was ecstasised,no traffic bull shit,just speed by on the tracks,save time.loved it like heaven.got through some of the poshest areas of the city,and it was time to get back to namma bengalooru.way back in the train was not as much eventful,i could see the same slums, i could conclude "every darkest cloud has a silver lining,and brightest of the skies has its clouds"

train to delhi.

For some personal reasons,i had to get to delhi,and for a first time visitor,experimenting is no good.for,i had to board at uncle s house for which i had to alight at new delhi station,i had no choice but to take to take to karnataka express from bangalore city station.who doesnt know the traffic chaos of a bangalorean evening near the railhead,so i set off early with the minimum of the luggage possible,or,so i thought.train was conjencturally expected to arrive on the platform at 18:20 hrs.to my dismay,i had made it to the station ahead of time,with the baggage so ponderous,i could bearly move about.my only pic was to just sit and wait for the train.the moment i had been longing for did arrive at last.it was more than eventful first few hours in the train,it had been quite a while since i had boarded the train and had little cognizance of the newly laid provision by the railways that would make me go bananas over,all evening,it was something called as vaccancy upgradation,wherein a passanger travelling in a specific class,would on the basis of the date of reservation,be upgraded to a higher class with vaccancies.i was so stewing to get to delhi,that i had booked my ticket 45 days in advance,without my knowledge,i had been upgraded.huff,this was the root of all trouble.
As i took my seat,a middle aged couple came over and started to claim it theirs,and with the seat alloted to 2 indivisuals,stage was all set for a serious altercation,we were both trying to put the ticket into one another s eyes to stake the claim of the seat,when the train conductor made his way,i got to know what crap was going on all the while,i asked the fellow traveller s excuse and made my way to the ac compartment.thats not the end of the story,it would all repeat itself all again,the situation had only got a little topsy turvey,it was me the intruder this time and the bone of contension the seat in 3rd ac.it took little of me to make note this person should be upgraded as well,i took him to the tc and he had been,as i knew 'upgraded'.i could see the fury in the eyes of the tc,he was promiscously bitching everyone in the railway ministry,and i could simply but understand.i could finally breathe a sigh of relief,it had been more than 2 hours that i was moving about the train all confused.by the time i could settle,the catering was already accepting dinner orders,and railway food is no dam good,i was in prepared,with good amount of eatables to sustain me for the next 40 hours of journey.
after a mind boggling 40 hour jourey,i was finally in new delhi station.

do not disparage.

its not uncommon that our mother,father,or some elderly friend/relative asks us to do something that to us is nothing more than a superstition,here is my eye-opening effort to establish that our forefather s were not fools to believe in what is meaningless and that they too had a sound reasoning ability,or may be better than ours,if i am not totally wrong.its because of the ego-cocoon that we live in that we fail to brain that for everything that we do,there must have been a logical reasoning without which such practices wouldnt simply exist.it is we who are the idiots,who are incognizant to the reasons,and in our efforts to cling to our own pride speak in a derogatory way about our very own culture,something i just can not eat.if not we,who will preserve our values..
here i put forward a few citations to support myself.i will start off with a shell,now who in the world knew of the medicinal values of cow urine till the late 90s!Indians did,it is now a subject of research across the universe.our tradition has recognised it for the last so many decades,and u say it was a mere act of superstition that they would drink urine,i am not gonna buy that,i am sure they in some way did have a knowledge of what and why they are practising what they are.thats true for many other things,tulsi,turmuric and may be many others of which i dont have a clue.
another example,well who doesnt love diwali,the other day and some to this day and days to come fire crackers,why is this practise,like i mentioned before,it has a strong scientific basis,what we now better know as greenhouse effect gives you the answer,the gases produced by the crackers keeps the place warm,diwali falls in winter for no dumb reason,howzzatt!!!
some people say,india is 100 years lagging as against the west.i simply dont know why,in an era when people would laugh at an idea of flying object,wat we know as the aeroplane,indians did accept its feasibility,it simply goes to show,how intelligent they were.they unlike the rest of the world could atleast envisage that things could fly,as the mythology mentions it,and the idea of intelligent warfare, fast attack tactics,that came to be known as bleitzkrieg after adolf hitler employed it in world war 2,finds mention thousands of years back in the mahabharath,bheemasena is known to be using the ploy.
lastly,to the never ending list of examples i can place,i wish to make a special mention of the hymns that we chant,i am a brahmin,i know what meditation and its power is,far before the west recognised.it is a scientifically proven fact that chanting of certain phoenatics in a systematic manner improves nervous functioning,just like the thilak on the forhead,well if i continue to write on these lines,webspace simply wont be enough i guess,so all i want to convey is that the next time your elder asks you to do something,the reason for which is not known to you,remember my blog and give it a thought as to "what reason might exist for what i am doing",neverthless its upto u to benefit from the rituals laid down by our forefathers or to stay in the clutches of your own ego.if we dont know the reasons,we should not be calling what it is,a superstition,atleast.and i dont mean to say that everything that we recognise as superstition has reasoning,its we who should be filtering things apart.
all the data i ve mentioned is true and correct to the best of my knowledge and at no point has there been farfetching done.

highway blues.

my days at the room were not to last long,these days bangalore s become my abode,i travel to my college all the way till tumkur.its strainous,but cant leave away from home anymore for reasons i rather not accost of have forced me into the act.
its one big arduous job to get up at 5 in the morning for a person who would even at times get to bed at that time.its baffling to even open my eyes,answering nature s call and bath,i set off on bike,i sneak through the boulevards of bangalore,in the traffic with eloquence.its a 15 minute drive from home,i get to the bus stand,park the bike and even before i can blink,i find my bus,the journey through the day sums upto 140 ks by bus and another 15 ks by bike,lion's share is spent"on the move"
the journey is one mind boggling experience.cutting through the traffic is a nightmare,as the bus passes by ,unpleasant scenes are to be seen everywhere.there was a time when i would precariously peep through the windows if an accident were to have occured,things have changed ever since.not a day passes by without me as a witness to an accident,live or in its wrecked state.the very first day of my journey set the tone for what was to come in the future,it d been minutes since the accident ocured,thanks to the highway patrol,the wreckage was already being cleared off,a hyundai santro had pierced its frontboot into the rare end of a mammoth sized truck,ironicaly,the truck had this rubric that the car driver probably failed to notice in totality,,"i love you,but dont kiss me".its no more a passion to watch the wreckage of a mishap on the road,its become a chronic sight,that no longer tickles my interests.its more than just men that bare the brunt,animals are not forsaken either,only difference is that none bothers for thier sob,they are usually scavanged away.i cant stop thinking however,how safe are these express highways that i ply on everyday,i ve for good reasons learnt to keep the bloodrush that would sometime endorse me driving in 80s and 90s under control.

A-ROOM-14*12.

For i believed it was not apt for me to be lost in the euphoria,and intended to exercise a greater control on my routine,i thought,i had found an ammicable solution,a 'room'.So the search was on ,on a friday afternoon,i still remember,my persuit led me through half the town.The day's dilligance went in vain,for thy dream dwell was nowhere to be found,thought,time to take help from proffesional,approached a broaker,his demands were out of my domain.as if by grace,a friend told me of a room in his neighbourhood. to me, the room was like love at first sight.
bucks settled,so time to get in.going through the hindu calendar,i found an auspicious day to set my feet in.it was june 1st.i told myself,ok holmes,hit the school again.i had to counter a lot of critics on thy path.from outside,as well inside.people around would say dude u ll get lonely,bored,miss out on the fun in the ,i gave it not a damm,i was inexorable with my decision,i never would flinch, for i had given a profound thought on the pros and cons of an independent living.i wanted to break the barriers of time;sleep,eat,study,the time i want to.
It was finally sweet home.not later did i realise of a blunder.thanks to my momentary gaucherie,prior to hiring the room,i had undermined to see if i could catch hutch network,in there,for the room was quite interior.for a mobile freak like me,its disastrous.but am too dextrous and adroit to let things off so easily.the solution,keep the cell over the shelves,climb over to the porch to call or text.
there were more unpleasant things to confront.a person like me caught in the clutches of obsessive compulsive neurosis,obsessed with sanitation,there was an unwelcome inmate waiting.i always hated cockroaches,but never to the extent of killing them.it was inevitable,i beat a holy hell out of them and bid a goodbye.i finally was on my own,the room was multitomous,sometimes a kitchenette,sometimes a prayer hall,and sometimes a gymnasium.i could always break into the hostel,any time of the day for it was just a stumble away.
i sometimes would prepair my own breakfast,maggi sales in tumkur should have shot up by a fair ratio,thanks to me.had one electric stove whose string would give way every now and then,which i would have to work with for an hour every week seting right.
i was being emphasised of the reason for people saying zindagi rocks,and not pops,hip hops,jazzes.i have always been a big music freak,or moreso an addict.i had hitherto not tasted rock, for my choice of music would be restricted to enrique,dion,britney and few other popsters,but in here i somehow metamorphosised to a rock lover,all day it would be either metallica,greenday,linkin park playing,it weas hard to imagine a living without it.

life ho tho aisi.

its of a time when i used to stay in the hostel,attached to the college,life was seemingly,all but cakewalk.we were about 250 people in the hostel,and the building was apparently the abode for all filth.
of the 100s that stayed,every second day would be someone s birthday, consequently, the night before,night before,poor chap would have his ass kicked ripe,well that sounds pretty common,something to add to the tale is that,along with the birthday boy,his best friend would be victimised as well which i think is out of the normal.
by morning lay the the cake pieces lay spread all over the corridor,the sweeper i know would clean it bitching us all,something i could always brain.but then,when its fun,there s no second thought of being bitched.life was nothing more than eat sleep,nap,with occasional dillusions of internal stew.but that was to be only a bubble on water,the day internals cease,as if to componsate,fun would extend beyond schedule.
the college would start at 8 in the morning,i would get up at around 7,
by far early,when you compare that with the wake time of my friends.only after i would have answered my nature s call of the higher order would my friends wake up.i could never brain as to how in nthe world would they manage to get set so soon for college,they probably would have a bath only on sundays.to me,an outing to the class or wherever it is,before bathe is profane,i feel out of myself if i cant have it.
although my classroom was just a farlong away,i would still be late,almost on a routine basis.the class would be under way,as i make my way to the last row,which i ve been a lord of,for most of my edu-life.take a breather and resolve to make it to the class well in time the next morning.it would evanascate into the air by evening,all that runs through the head is,'dude,is tomoro someone s birthday,what movie is playing on your comp tonight'.