Another year goes by and it is back again...the sounds of 'Love is in the air', the sounds of romantic music and video on TV, the hopeful guys yearning for their girls to show up and the hopeful girls thinking of how to react just in case it happens! But they are also ready with 'Oh no Ramu, I always thought of you just as a friend!' or even better ' I always thought of you as a brother', or even better ' Who are you!?'. The slaps can be spared for other days.
For the second class hopeful people, they are let to play with black and white. For the couples, it is a daunting question of 'Show me how much you love me'. For the rest which form the majority, it is a day to forget, cursing who this bloody Valentine ever was in the first place.
The parks would be filled with 2n people and curious onlookers outside. I guess the Cubbon park keepers would find that their count of roses in the park has gone down. At the end of the day, there is a high chance that those red roses unaware of their fate, wanting to bloom, may find themselves run over on the street.
But the hype rubs off easily. You can be met with disbelief when they hear you not doing anything 'interesting' for the day. You can easily guess where I am coming from.
Its like a day when the doors of love is open for 24 hours, when there are no thorns in those red roses, courtesy - flower sellers. They seem to be the only people who are sure to have a great day. One reason we were told why this should be Feb 14 is that children will be having their day after 9 months. Another reason which can hold true is that there are too many weddings in February and it had to be celebrated it in the middle of the month.
Far away from all this, unaware of the day's importance, a couple after toiling together in the summer heat in their land, hidingly making sure that they take more of each others' load, would have never known that love had to be expressed in three
words. Anyway, they would have a ball, i.e a ball of ragi mudde and have a sound sleep.
Thursday, February 09, 2006
Sunday, February 05, 2006
Flirting with time
Never flirt with time, it can always play us out of the game anytime, and it showed.
Here is how it went:
Friday brings different thoughts to different people. Some think of Lakshmi pooje, some of the namaz, some of the the weekend booze and some of the weekend train to Mysore. There are more, but lets keep it out of scope.
There are two trains to Mysoor in the evening: 6:15 and 6:45(passenger). The passenger train inline with its name leaves late and gives us a chance to get on, sometimes till 7:10.
Infact, It all started with a bug at office. I was patting myself after a good analysis of it but it was already 6:45. With one train already gone, the plan was that I would anyway check for the train and then the bus. A graceful auto-driver dropped me at the station with a prediction : "All traffic in Benglur will come to a stop in 2 years". Hoping against hope, by the time I could reach the 7th platform, the passenger train had started chugging along. I could have jumped over the platform, over a track and boarded it, but it wasnt really worth it, there wasnt anyone waiting for me in the train and afterall,this was not a movie either.
People turn back and look at you like an alien when you talk things about work outside the workplace. I couldn't help it as I got a call enquiring about the same bug, but this time, the bug didn't look interesting anymore.
As i hastily ran to the KSRTC bus stand, the Volvo to Mysoor was jeering at me while she went past. Couldn't she wait for a minute longer? Anyway, being late is not new to me, there have been bigger misses.
The Mysooru mallige bus waiting and it took me in. I usually don't prefer this as it used to stifle my legs earlier, but the buses have modernised a bit, making it easier now. It takes four hours instead of the normal three by train, but it makes it all the more longer when a guy sitting next to you would talk for long with his girlfriend and that too about weekend, movies etc. Even I got a call! but a wrong number at that. But the vada at Maddur bus stand was good.
The bus reached its home at 11:10, letting me hop on to an auto, but as if its not enough, the engine of the auto got seized due to no oil. The engine would have not started if not some 30ml oil left with another auto. After having got home, if feels as if it is not a big deal as it is made out to be :). But i needed to pour it on somebody, who else but to a blog would simply gulp everything of what I say without a word against me.
Here is how it went:
Friday brings different thoughts to different people. Some think of Lakshmi pooje, some of the namaz, some of the the weekend booze and some of the weekend train to Mysore. There are more, but lets keep it out of scope.
There are two trains to Mysoor in the evening: 6:15 and 6:45(passenger). The passenger train inline with its name leaves late and gives us a chance to get on, sometimes till 7:10.
Infact, It all started with a bug at office. I was patting myself after a good analysis of it but it was already 6:45. With one train already gone, the plan was that I would anyway check for the train and then the bus. A graceful auto-driver dropped me at the station with a prediction : "All traffic in Benglur will come to a stop in 2 years". Hoping against hope, by the time I could reach the 7th platform, the passenger train had started chugging along. I could have jumped over the platform, over a track and boarded it, but it wasnt really worth it, there wasnt anyone waiting for me in the train and afterall,this was not a movie either.
People turn back and look at you like an alien when you talk things about work outside the workplace. I couldn't help it as I got a call enquiring about the same bug, but this time, the bug didn't look interesting anymore.
As i hastily ran to the KSRTC bus stand, the Volvo to Mysoor was jeering at me while she went past. Couldn't she wait for a minute longer? Anyway, being late is not new to me, there have been bigger misses.
The Mysooru mallige bus waiting and it took me in. I usually don't prefer this as it used to stifle my legs earlier, but the buses have modernised a bit, making it easier now. It takes four hours instead of the normal three by train, but it makes it all the more longer when a guy sitting next to you would talk for long with his girlfriend and that too about weekend, movies etc. Even I got a call! but a wrong number at that. But the vada at Maddur bus stand was good.
The bus reached its home at 11:10, letting me hop on to an auto, but as if its not enough, the engine of the auto got seized due to no oil. The engine would have not started if not some 30ml oil left with another auto. After having got home, if feels as if it is not a big deal as it is made out to be :). But i needed to pour it on somebody, who else but to a blog would simply gulp everything of what I say without a word against me.
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