one dark night

it was around midnight. khushi had just finished her work. she was waiting for khush to drop her home. khush had a status call(had to call his girl friend) and it looked like he would not stop talking...

earlier that evening...
khushi and her team were supposed to go out for a party when suddenly they got a call from their OSC. there was some technical issue and had to be solved ASAP. they were all sad that the party plan was a total debacle. but khush suggested that instead of going out for party they could order something and eat it in the cafeteria(of course it would be nothing compared to what they had planned, but they could do with some fun, with the work pressure they had that evening). and so amid all the work they had some fun. khush was the photographer of the day.

fun was all over and so was the work. everyone left gradually. only khulshi was left with some work which according to here would be over in another 5 mins. to make use of this 5 mins khush decided to have the status call...

now to the present...
khushi had completed her work and decided to have a look at the photographs taken earlier that evening(khush had forwarded it to everyone in the group). the pics were all very good. suddenly she found something odd about one particular group photo. there was someone who was not in their team. infact he did not look to be a SE at all. he had a helmet on... was wearing gum boots... had some cement marks on his shirt... but what a perfect smile he had. he looked at peace... there was no trace of worry in his face. he looked like the happiest person on earth.
khushi was 100% sure that she had not seen him in the cafeteria that evening. she could not see even a single sole in the whole floor at that time. there was total silence. she could hear a mild humn created by her comp. such silence is scary. all her khushi was lost...
suddenly out of no where a hand rested on her shoulder. this was sufficient to break the silence. khushi gave such a shrill cry that here monitor would have developed cracks if it were a CRT monitor. next moment she was releaved to find out that it was khush who had finished his call and come to pick her up. she was explaining him about the photo when a guard came running(khushi s cry might have caused him a heart attack, poor guy).

quickly he came to know about the pic. when he had a look at the pic he was alarmed. with a soft voice he said
guard: "saar, you all educated people. you not believe in ghost. but believe. this man in photo is muttanna. he a constructor worker saar. 10 years back this building in construction, and he working here. one day bricks fall on his head and he die. we think he go to God, but he no go saar. he stay here. he help people. he save people from accidents saar. maadam i see him save many people"

khush: "how can you see him save people? if he is ghost how can you see him?"
G : "no saar i dont see him. he save people, and i see them, i see accidents in construction, but people safe. it is him saar. believe me"
Khushi: "i am gettin scared"
G : " no sacred maadam no scared. he being a good ghost. a friend ghost. he save you. you no afraid madam"

next day morning as khush and khushhi were approaching office....
khush: "you look very tired. whats wrong?"
khushi: "whats wrong??? did you forget what happened last night? i will never enter that cafeteria again"
khush: "hey dont be scared... ghost and all is crap... probably that person was just passing when i clicked my camera thats all. there s no ghost and all"
khushi: "what about the guard s story"
khushL: "well if it were to be true... you have a ghost as your boy friend ;-). people will be scared of you now. he he he... ok sorry, a bad pj "

suddenly khushi see a figure coming towards them. it is the same helmet.. same shirt... same ghost muttanna... khushi is scared. but khush says he cant see it. this scares her more
khushi : "he s is coming right towards us... how can you not see him!!!"
khush : "well, probably he wants only his girlfriend to be able to see him :-)"

now muttanna is real close, so close that she could clearly see the scar on his face.
then suddenly he waves his hand and says " namaskara buddhi aarama? (namasthe sir, hope you are fine)"
khush: " aaramappa, neevu?"(yes i am fine how are you)...
muttanna goes away.

khush :"khushi today is april 1. and i am sure i am the first one to fool you. it took hardly 5 mins for me to edit that photo, and a few minutes talk with the guard. how would you grade my talent ?"

one sleepless night for just a prank... you can imagine what khushi might have dont to khush.
poor guy khush... even to this day bears the marks of her fury

ನಿಜವಾದ "BLUFF MASTER"

ನಮ್ಮ ದೇಶದಲ್ಲಿ ಲಕ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಜನರನ್ನು ಮೂಸ ಮಾಡೊದು ಡೊಡ್ಡ ಮಾತಲ್ಲ. ಒಬ್ಬ ಬಡ ರೈತನ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗಿ, ಅವನು ತಿನ್ನೋ ಊಟನ ಅವನ ಜೊತೆ ತಿನ್ದು, ಅವನ ಪರಿವಾರದ ಜೊತೆಲಿ ಒಂದು ದಿನ ಕಳೆದು, ಅವನ ಹಾಗೆ ನೆಲದೆ ಮೆಲೆ ಇಡೀ ರಾತ್ರಿ ಮಲಗಿ ಮರು ದಿನ ಅವನಿಗೆ "ನಿನ್ನ ನೂವು ನನ್ಗೆ ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗತ್ತೆ, ನಾನು ನಿನಗೆ ಸಹಾಯ ಮಾಡ್ತೀನಿ" ಅಂತ ಹೇಳ್ಬಿಟ್ಟರೆ ಸಾಕು, ಆ ಇಡೀ ಹಳ್ಳಿಯವರು ಆ ಮನುಶ್ಯನನ್ನು ನಂಬಿ ಬಿಡುತ್ತಾರೆ(ಮೋಸ ನೂ ಹೋಗುತ್ತಾರೆ).

ಅದಿಕ್ಕೆ ಈ ರೀತಿ ಲಕ್ಷಗಟ್ಟಲೆ ಜನರನ್ನು ಮೂಸ ಮಾಡುವವರು ಸಾಕಷ್ಟು ಜನರಿದ್ದಾರೆ. ಆದರೆ ಇಂತಹ ಅನೇಕರನ್ನು ಮೋಸ ಮಾಡುವವನಿದ್ದಾನಲ್ಲ ಅವನೇ ನಿಜವಾದ "BLUFF MASTER". ಅವನು ಅದ ಯಾವ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಮಗನೊ ಅದ ಯಾವ ಮಣ್ಣಿಗೆ ಮೋಸ ಮಾಡಲ್ವೋ ಆ ದೇವರಿಗೂ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ.

After the 'summer of 99'

everything was normal (or rather assumed to be normal) during 'the summer of 99' , until our intelligence got solid proof that intruders were enjoying the warmth of Mother India, and war was declared...

yes i am talking about the Kargil war. everyone knows about the war... lots of deaths on both sides and the war was won by us(but it is definitely a black mark as the enemy had entered our home, hid themselves in position of advantage and attacked our soldiers)...

ok lets not talk about what happened in the war... lets talk about what people were doing when the war was going on...

people left aside all their differences(because inspite of all the differences we are all Indians), cast, language etc etc and did whatever they could...
school kids wrote letters to soldiers telling that we do care for the soldiers and really appreciate what they were doing. many events were conducted to collect fund. i also remember some restaurants had stopped serving sweets. their question was : "how can we eat sweets when our men were fighting at the border, giving their lives so that we would be safe, so that we could sleep peacefully at nights..."(hats off to you brave soldiers)

students at our school too wanted to do something...
a soldier from a neighboring village had laid his life fighting for us. naturally his family was mournful(may be the financial aid declared by the government took time to come, worse may be it is still on its way, filtering from Delhi to a village in Karnataka, passing through innumerable hands on its journey towards south. if so may be one fine day it might actually reach them)

there was a student's organization in our school called YSM young student s movement. we conducted a fun fair on a saturday, collected some money and went that village and handed over the money to the soldier s family. i do not remember how huge that amount was but it certainly feels good when you really do something...

why are we like this????

Sept 24 2007 a great day for us, Indians. there was celebration everywhere that night...
of course there would be celebration cause 'the men in blue' had won the 20 20 cricket word cup, and here in India 'cricket is the religion' of most of the people...

there were n number of pages on this victory(by the same media which literally strips the same players when they do not perform well) TOI had almost 50% of its pages filled with article on cricket...

but the events following was something which i felt was disappointing...

first incident: our 'men in blue' and our National Flag. they rolled all over the flag on the ground in the excitement... it is true that at that moment they would have not know what they were doing due to the excitement and the pressure till the last moment... but still they are national icon, and people expect more from them. this "disrespect to national flag" was not noticed by the media but if you remember NRN s statement National Anthem was "made" such a controversial statement by the same media.

unseasonal rains have ruined many villages. so many farmers are ending their lives due to the loss they incurred the debts they would not be able to repay... with such a situation in hand was it a wise decision by our government(both state and central) to declare cash amount to various players???
the government could have facilitated the players in some function...

of course team India deserved a grand welcome at home. but the welcome they got was not called for. think of the number of people who were hit due to traffic jam. also the next day there were many "incidents" reported in the newspaper the next day.

there is so much publicity by media when some celebrity celebrates his/her birthday...
exactly 100 years ago on sept 28 a great person was born in punjab... later he became 'Saheed ' Bhagat Singh. it is really sad that there were not many articles about him in news paper. i saw only The Hindu "mention" about this. just "mention" no article again....


why are we Indians like this??? why do we tend to make such a big issue out of nothing, where as when there is a very important issue to be addressed we tend to neglect it??
why is our media so pathetic???

pizza free if not delivered within 30 min

imagine this:
Peter Parker is riding his 2 wheeler, he is in a hurry to deliver pizzas. he is short of time for his delivery trying to save people from adverse situations. he just has 5 minutes to deliver the pizza to the customer else the customer would not pay for it and Peter s employee might deduct it from peter's salary or verse even fire him( as he has lots of late delivery record ). now peter knows that if he has to be there on time he has to ride at the max speed which his bike allows him which is very risky not just for him but for others on road too. but with his supernatural powers he manages to ride it at max speed and reaches the customer's building without hurting anyone or getting hurt himself... he has only 30 seconds left and he has to go to the 10th floor... using his spider power he reaches 10th floor... but the customer is not happy with the delivery... says according to his watch peter has taken 31 minutes so does not pay...

this is an every day incident... n number of pizza delivery boys rip their bikes in order to avoid loss of pay when they miss the delivery time... they however do not have the super power that Peter Parker had(supposed to have). there by they not only risk their life but also the lives of all others who are on road along their path...

this whole idea of free pizza on late delivery is bad... so next time when you order for home delivery make sure that the delivery boy does not become a threat to his fellow-road-goers and to himself.

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after all WE ARE INDIANS

we keep complaining about "transportation system in India", "political system in India" etc etc innumerable times each day.

but one really gets hurt when a foreigner complains about things in India.

and one certainly revolts when an indian complains about India and praises some other country.

because After all we are INDIANS...

one such incident occured in my 3rd semester of engineering.

we had a guest lectures(and amazing were his lectures). he was born in India but was teaching in the US of A since past 30 years.

so it is obvious for him to find the difference between the India he had seen 30 years ago and the India he saw now( i am not sure if he had returned to India in those 30 years).

and it is also obvious that he was devoid of facilities he had in the US.

he had lots to complain(the same things which we complain though)...

the traffic, the way people honk in traffic, the noise of crackers at midnight, the loud music that goes late night during some functions, the list goes on

he had an explanation for each of his complaints and all his explanations made sense...

but what annoyed everyone was the way he started... it goes this way: "in the US it is not this way....."

one day he started on corruption in the same tone he usually did..."in the US....."

the class would take no more insults against India... one student stood up and said "Sir US is one of the most corrupted countries".

one tiny spark

we have seen from our history what one tiny spark can produce...

a revolt from few "indian sepoy" turned out to be a fatal blow to the british east India company.

a "non violent march" jeopardized the british which till then believed "the sun never sets on the british empire".

the same spark has caused massive destruction of life in many places

this is the power of A TINY SPARK. all it needs is a mentor who can guide the spark to fire which has the power to build or completely destroy the society.

let us all try not to misuse this spark