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Thanks Note: I was not writing my blog for sometime. Thousand and one lame excuses I can give but I was not writing for one reason or the other. My dear friend Khushi who is one of the biggest admirers of my blog and a great girl advised me to continue. She is one of my few friends who delight and nourish my soul after every interaction. Thanks Khushi for your support and encouragement for my writings.

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The ring tone

My brother in law is finally enlightened after initial 3-4 years of mushy-mushy talks with my sister. It seems that the initial emotional phase is over and finally like all men he also has found the ultimate truth about woman. And the truth is that all women are scary after marriage and create spine-chilling ambience for the poor husband.

I found out about his enlightenment only when my sister informed me about his new ring personalized ring tone that he had set for my sister’s calls. The ring tone is none other than the title music of our own super-hit ZEE HORROR SHOW which had successfully sown seeds of deadly fear in all of us. Now every time his mobile rings he is well aware and prepared about the caller. In fact the awareness has expanded to my brother in law’s office as well. People sitting around him in office express grave tacit sympathy and offer prayers for his well being. They are well aware what would happen if they opened their mouths. Well, every house has the same story.

Lucky I am still happily unmarried.

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The deal is closed

Since childhood I had been fostering a dream to own a Bullet. Every time I planned to buy it I was confronted by my parent’s parental wrath. Why bullet? Why not some cheap bike? Then buy a car….blah blah blah….
There questions were genuine. No sane person would buy an expensive, low-average two wheeler, which on top of all intrinsic faults is noisy also.

Car comes with a canopy to protect your body from air, water, and sun. To add more value to the car’s protection, let’s add local goons also. More protection and more security. The enclosed space in the car also offers privacy. More intimate talks, more fun, and more adventure. True the fuel consumption is equal to the bullet but the car has a better resale value unlike the big bulky bullet.

May be I was born insane that I could not digest these straightforward sane and logical explanations and finally signed the cheque for Bullet Electra 5S on 2nd March 2007.

I love independence and the bullet signifies it. I will let my soul float free which is being tied up with all trivia existing around us and our lives.

The soul which is free to fly in the sky beyond the horizon. Free to feel the warmth of the golden sunlight in the Himalayas. Free to smell the sweet lingering fragrance of the spring flowers in the Kashmir valley. Free to touch the crystal clear water of the river Brahmaputra. Free to wander endlessly in the mesmerizing backwaters of Kerala. Free to loose its way in the mystifying lush green beauty of Konkan. Free to hear the roars of the sand storms in the Thar till the end of the time...... And above all the soul which is so pure and virtuous that it touches the people's hearts.

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The Cab Experience

Going in an office cab is an experience in itself as it offers an opportunity to interact with the people who neither are friends nor co-workers. They are our office folks and we know them only because they are our cab mates. Everybody in the cab has its own whims and fancies.

Note: Names have been changed to keep the identity secret.

Vikas likes only Hindi music. He loathes Himesh Reshammaiyya, Punjabi, and English songs equally. He is like a spoilt brat who changes the channels by instinct and rarely by content if you had given them the remote of your TV. If he sits next to the driver than the average continuous time that every FM channel gets is less than three minutes. In between you will witness the moments of quick shuffle mode where the buttons are brutally pressed continuously as the index finger dances on different buttons relentlessly. He has gone beyond veteran perfection and has developed the sixth sense to predict the songs to be played in next 5 minutes by different stations. The other cab members silently bear the brunt of FM frenzy every day as if they did not have any taste for music. But at times it is better to adapt to a taste even if it’s bitter.

Kamakshi and I sat on the middle seat of Tavera one day. Vikas was sitting with the driver so only Kamakshi and I were left to sit in the middle. I kept my bag on the back seat behind me. Kamakshi entered with a small paper bag and purse and kept it in between her and me even when I was the most decent guy in the cab. It is quite normal for the girls to be overly obsessed for their belongings but it reached to an unbearable limit when she slid her hand through the handles of both the bags and folded her hands as if I was just about to snatch them from her. To add an injury to the indirect insult she instinctively pulled her purse and kept it on the other side of her lap. She ensured that my hands would never reach to her purse and it was in the safest ever position. I gaped and giggled silently for her. I still don’t know whether it was a deliberate act or was it sheer women instinct that was working in the rear seat of Tavera. Whatever it was, it was definitely bad for me.

There are so many experiences to pen down but I will stop myself here to go through more.