HYPER TENSION INVENTION

It all started when my bored-to-death mind began to scream for some adrenaline rush. My mind got numb to the excitement generated to my day-dreams where I, in very sinister fashion murder my boss billion times. I murdered him million times in million different ways using all weapons varied from primitive to futuristic, from stone to Neutron bombs. Well, with nothing left to think or dream of, I thought, I could well think of my office work for a while and that’s when I pondered over the difference between Productivity and Activity. I began to feel there is no point in working 20 years in a company and gaining expertise and experience purely as by-product of time . Why not exert a little of my idle grey cells on office related work after all I seldom (in fact never till date) strain my tiny brain. My office pays me to work like indentured robotic slave not think and bend mind like Beckham. Than sprang choto choti se asha. Desire to do something different crept into my mind. I wanted to invent something which company never ever saw. Now my mind began to vroom like Vettel on F-1 circuit. Before I could think of what..My mind due to its old habits went into sleep mode . Later its all ZZZZ zzzzz tat buzzed on my mental screen

Early morning when I woke up, the first thought that hit my mind was “An Idea”. A small seed like idea germinated in yesterday’s excited soil of my mind. An Idea can change your life is 100 % true. That’s what I dreamed. An Idea that was never seen or heard by anyone (meaning I never heard of it).Wow. I just felt like Neo in Matrix who bends spoons with mental power and stops slew of bullets with mere hand gesture.




It was my eureka moment when I forgot to brush my teeth, gobbled some fruits and bolted to Pyramid Meditations Hall at speed faster than Usain Bolt. Now like Buddha I sat under pyramid for an hour allowing mind to excite its grey cells without any conditions. Minute idea metamorphosed into Mammothic plan. Million view points got generated. Counter points assailed. Mind rose n fell like wave, twisted itself into knots. Finally I was able to come out with my product or scheme. But I prefer to call it as INVENTION. Nomenclature makes all difference. “Invention” is more exciting than “Scheme”,”Procedure”,”Concept”.

Now my mind began to show its uglier manifestations. I didn’t know how to test its feasibility. I definitely need help of superiors whom I never trusted. My fear is always that they might steal the idea and make it their own. I just locked the Model in deepest part of my mind. I am no person with Commerce background nor iam MBA. I have scant idea how this model behaves in real world. Silently in office hours running sample mathematical diagnostics resulted in positive results yet I was skeptic.

With days passing by before I put on slides for presentation, my initial hyper excitement began to diminish. My confidence began to fade. More I dig into deep into INVENTION, more I found it reduced to school level science project.Plain vanilla product. Small and insignificant. This is my problem always. When I created advertisements which I felt too small, later I found similar advt on international stage. Its almost like Grass is greener on other side.




My MD was visiting my branch other day. I prepared everything with little confidence. With great difficulty I took my yearly bath as well. My mantra was Start slow and reach High. Though I wanted to give it to other banks, I preferred my bank which is PSU and has Govt mentality. Though presentation was scheduled at 5pm, MD came at 8.30 pm, jet lagged from his travel. Myself and My boss as part of our unwritten protocol and surrounded him like Black Cat commandos to give him the Feel of big shot political . We followed obediently around him where ever he went in the office. But my super sharp Sherlock Holmes eyes caught his discomfort in MD eyes. Then i understood he was not inspecting our new office but he was searching for washroom and he was standing in front of door hoping we guys to understand his embarrassing position.

Later after downing free chai and biscuits our MD,GM,AGM,CM, and my own Boss sat in front of my computer with angry , quizzical faces wondering what 2 year old novice officer can teach Financial Veterans.

My boss and Chief Manager never favoured me due to my independent thinking. In Public Sectors, one should always be boot licking sycophantic slave to superior who I am totally in contrary: “Free Minded and Independent”. My boss was angry for not sharing my idea with him. AGMs were silent like Buddha. MD was supportive but not committal. What followed was marathon discussion on feasibility, economic rationality etc .

Now the result: that’s what even iam waiting. They just nodded their heads , shook my hand with great difficulty, said its good . Not a word more. Will it work? Will the product see the light of day?. Should I give it other banks. What should be my next step? State of Limbo is the current status

No answer ….

Its Mad Mad World Folks...!!!

I would have never stepped into train to banglore if not being tricked by semi-jumbo Ashish.He convinced me that our tickets to Bangalore got conformed but only to find that we two had to share a single berth.Only positive point is that both our physical features are oppsite.He is just little heavier than sumo wrestler and iam lean n tall as girafee.With these contrasting bodies we were able to fit perfectly in single berth of Prashanti express.Ashish for those who dont know him is near-perfectionist(one step lower than Amir khan and 2 inches taller than salman khan n 30 inches and 30 grams fatter than Adnan sami).He does everything perfectly.He is a long distance planner and a Street Smart executive.You can find his next 10 day to 10 year schedule tight.

In order to beat him in his game of perfectionism, I planned hardest part of travel all by my own sweat and expense."ITS FOOD FOLKS ".Foodies and Health concious people like me and Ashish will never eat in rly stations hence i planned entire food-programme for the journey.Rice n curry fer lunch.Dozen Pulkas and curry for dinner.Sprouts for next day breakfast(incase u didnt get chance to brush teeth).Digestive biscuits for movie snacks(Ashsih had laptop loaded with films and
Fredrick forsyth Odessa file novel which i intended to complete).Two 2-litre bisleri water.Plates.Fruits for emergency backup.And a big bag to carry all this small picnic food..






I was expecting Ashish to display his street smart negotiating skills with TT for spare berth but Ashish did what he did the best in his office working hoours."Sleeping"."Snoring".Both sleeping and snoring together .He woke up only for shortintervals just like commercial breaks in serials. For food.These commercial food breaks were at lunch and dinner.So he successfully slept for 24 hours except for dinner and lunch breaks.TT,when he came to check our tickets, looking at Ashish shape under blankets felt like an gigantic Anaconda was sleeping under blankets giving out odd noises(his musical snores).He alloted a berth for me on feeling pity seeing me tightly crouching in one corner of berth as if iam soon-to-be victim to Sleeping Anoconda.No one dared to walk past Ashishs berth fearing when Anoconda might spring up from blankets and gobble up.Even when we reached bangalore, Our Ashish was still snoring and i had to pull the blanekts from his big tummy and shake him to wake him up.Co-Passengers gave a sigh of relief on knowing that creature under blankets was just Ashish the modern day Kumbhakarna but not Anoconda as they assumed.

Our Training in Bangalore was more like a paid holiday.Food in hotel was so good that 1st people to be at Buffet and last people to leave buffet was Myself ad Ashish..

Traning Sessions began at 930 am wnd went till late evening giving us litle chance to explore city.But Ashish gave full value for money by watching Kanada-Telugu movies till late night.(I was busy writing this blog).Here we happen to meet different people from different branches .Each person looked at another as if other fellow from other branch is some bacteria under microscope.When i came across the 1st person, all i coud see him was only his chest part., as another part of hs body was high in another floor,His name is NKMishra.He is as tall as telephone tower.No wonder what ever phone he uses , he has clear connection to all networks even when there is none.Everyone in our organistaion knows Mishra.After all "Gyara mulk ke Dons uska peeche hai..."(for messing with their wives,daughters,gfs).He is the one and only one who spoke his heart saying that our AGM was very beautful in front of entire top brass which included our Managing Director.No wonder when our Gabbar Mishra walks in Hotel corridors , all pretty women hide under their beds in their rooms.Sticking to Mishraji was DJSingh from Baroda.Our DJsingh is no DJ (Disc jockey) nor he is "Singh is King"Sardar.He is just Bhag Bhag D.J.Singh bhag bhag(coz Andhi called Mishraji is coming).






On brighter side There is glamour factor as well in form of some females who unwittingly,unlukcily and forcibly landed in these jobs.First was Ujala Raman(No way ie she related Nobel laureate CV raman) whom i saw at lunch buffet when i was having my Round 3(my last round) and when Ashish was on Round 12( and he was just getting warmed up). Humans have one tongue.Snakes and other reptiles have 2 tongues(fork tongues) but ujala had 5 tongues,each speaking Telugu,Tamil,Malayalam,English,Hindi.(now in process of gaining punjabi as well).When Ujala starts her verbal pyrotechniques., none has chance to speak back.She is straight to point and precise and impossible to be defeated in arguement.No wonder when she lashed out her 5 tongues, all our tongues rolled back into mouth..

We guys reacted differently to her speeches.Ashish escaped from his seat for his Round 14 in buffet.Djsingh was awe struck.I was dumb struck.But Mishrajis face changed all colours u find in colour TV.He has fallen in Love-at-First-Sight for the millionth time in his life.All in a suuden he started doing bhangra n kungfu to impress her.Like in Sharukh khans "Main hu Na." DJsingh started playing guiter around Mishraji who now is already in dream world.,and when all this was happening Ashish went for Round 15 and i was toooo dumbstruck to think or do anything.Mishraji is braver than Commando who like sunny deol can wipe out entire paksitani army by single roar.I felt dead sure that he is going to propose her on the spot like he did fer all his gfs in past.

One look at Ujalas eyes, one can tell she is no ordinary gal who will take things in easy way.Already she flexed her bicep muscles twice to warn Mishraji on things thats gonna come.Seeing two parties on warpath i silently wondered what are the ambulance and police phone numbers in bangalore.I felt little happy and comforting to have Ashish next to me as i felt when these two people start their Word War-1, We both can escape quietly but Ashish was ....phew ...is at buffet for Round 17.

I know there is going to be lot of blood on floor now . Mishraji made his killer move and Ujala readied herself with all countermoves she knows in all languages she knows..I tightly closed my eyes.As total darkness enevloped me.i heard no noise but chilling silence.Slowly i opened one eye .unable to belive what i saw i opened another eye as well.There i saw Ujala as angry as Chandi n Kali and our playboy Mishraji on his knees with camera in his hand as he was singing Matajis slokas to calm ujalas fire like temper .He just wanted to take her photo.Ujala gave a very firm curt "NO" for his request .But Misraji was still in his pleadng mode.One photo.Kodak moment.Canon picture.Colgate smile.Please...None of his pleas went answerd by Ujala.I wonder if she refused coz the request came suddenly or its just Ujala forgot to put her one ton make up.But for Mishraji ., Make up or no Make up ..She is still Goddess with full of grace and Divine aura(Probably Mishraji wanted to keep her photo with other deities in his puja room and do puja daily)

When all this Adult rated drama was going on Live, one person was at the site with no emotion,expression on her face.I wondered who that girl was,How can she be so calm when such a big commotion was taking place infront of her eyes.??.Then i realised this Bhopali girl was sitting next to me all through 3 day training yet i hardly noticed her.When entire class laughed ,she kept quiet.When entire class roared .She kept quiet.When Ashish went for Round 21, She was still in her Round no 1 .I wondered how this left handed Bhopali could maintain her silence with such a dignity??My curiousity went out of control.I tried to ask but to all my questions , all she gave was one big blank stare.Still silent.No mater what i ask.Her answer standard.

Total Silence...(Maybe she is like female Gazini who instantly forgots what she hears and sees.Maybe i shoud give her my photo with my name and biography written on back of it)

I wondered if she is mega intelligent or just not able to understand what iam speaking after all i,myself dont understand my hindi., maybe she didnt understand even a bit..She was pretty.i thought even for me ,like SRK and Mishraji ,guitars wound be played.Maybe Ashish wud play them but what did i find Ashish doing.Yes., You guessed right.He was on Round 25 at buffet table.She is beautful and silent.Maybe this is due to Bhopal Gas tragedy and this poor girl is still in state of shock that she till date didnt utter a single word or reacted to anyones words.So filimy.


Phew.three days ended more quickly .I came back to my place.I donno whats happened later .I dont kow if Goddess Ujala gave her permission to Mishra for building her temple like the ones built for simran,jayalalitha,amitabh bachan or she demanded a bigger one.I donno if Ashish went back to his branch or still going on Rounds at buffet.I donno if Bhopali girl is suffering from Gazini syndrome or shock effects of Bhopal gas tragedy 1984...i wonder what happened afer i left the place............some mysteries do thrive in ignorace.didnt someone say that Ignorance is Bliss .I stand by it .

Happy dusherra folks

sorry folks,coudnt think of a title...!!!

This morning I was kinda disturbed. I have just downloaded 4 books online in matter of minutes. I was amazed how such a fat books can fit in small space of computer folders.Internet , and other gizmos like Ipad or Kindle have definitely changed the way we see the world .they have changed the reading habits which remained more or less same fer centuries.No longer I need to carry heavy books . All I need to carry is one Ipad or E-Kindle which will have 100s of books;all atthe click of button.No longer I can feel the touch of paper or smell it.Now its all electronic digitized bits and bytes.No longer I have to go to local flea market to buy some old books and which require my negotiating skills. Its simple down load button ., and there we have tons of books with little or no cost. No longer I have to fear of termites n bookworms damaging my comics. Now its all viruses and computer bugs.



I guess this is what the world should always be ready to brace; ”The Change” only constant in the world of fluid change is is change itself.We comfortably evolved from days of big black telephone (hard or land line as its called now) to 3G cell phones..from fat wallets to ATMs.Cassettes to DVd .Same with books.From hardbound books to e books But iam still old fashioned when it comes to reading or buying books. I still prefer to hold the book and flip the pages as it gives me personal touch .




Well coming back to present., after quick downloads I went to local library where I spend all my free time (as well as stolen office timings).As I was returning I saw bundle of yet-to-be-bar coded books at feet of librarian.Out of curiosity I flipped through the books wondering what titles are they. Believe me ., I felt like hitting billion bucks lottery .It was absolute treasure trove. These are comics which I have spent my entire childhood on. All comics of 1940 to 80s . the flash, superman, justice league, commando and our own indrajal comics ,DC comics, Marvel comics and so many . for a moment my my pulse went erratic as my mind raced to assimilate all information my eyes feeding at rapid speed.I know the value of eacjh and every book of these kind.Guess what , the 1st spiderman comic of 1960 went for 20 lakh INR in auction . but a true bibliophile would never sell his books .Well that’s another matter. As for these books though they are yellowed by ravages of time. They are mostly in perfect condition. I wondered who could have donated them to library (I wish and I really really wish he has given it to me rather than library)



These books or comics are of old world which only a fellow book lover or connoisseur can identify it with. The old world when only DD-1 ruled the airwaves rather than 200 channel HD LCD TVs as of now or when people slept by 9 pm and roads were deserted by 10 pm .Days when postal services were what people waited for rather than instant video sms from your android smart phone. Comics whose pages were yellowed , giving the smell of olden days which is just like smell of mud before rain.Very natural and very earthy.



As I flipped the pages of comics I wondered who the collector was. He definitely is a book lover iof he had preserved so many comics for so many years. I wondered under what circumstances did he donate these Gems of Literature. Even I have tons of comics ., and would a day come that I donate or give to anyone ??..no., Never. Iam too greedy and selfish when it comes to my books. They are like babies and would never part with them even I need to die. For a moment I just thought of all those books of mine that are lying in those boxes . Books which I know I would never read them again .Some books which are preserved out of the sentimental value such as those books presented by someone really special or some books which have some memories embedded to them and some books which I had walked miles to buy them as a kid ..books I know I would never open them again ..



My entire attitude changed when I read paulo Coelho book few days back in train to Bangalore which put things in perspective which I would reproduce (without permission of course)





“I simply believe that a book has its own journey to make and should not be condemned to being stuck on a shelf. Lets leave our books free to travel them, to be touched by other hands and enjoyed by others eyes”



Well…guess that’s what might the owner of all those books who donated might have felt ..maybe one of days in far future I might think in same way .,…let those lovely gems of literature be held as many as humanity can hold

India Conquered....!!!!

I NEVER THOUGHT A SUPER PATRIOT LIKE ME WOULD WRITE THIS...THAT TOO WITH INDEPENDENCE DAY JUST ROUND THE CORNER"


But what to do ...Truth has to be adhered ..I always speak Truth, nothing but truth.I speak truth as much as lawyers speak in court or kid speaks about his report card.The Truth is i was not aware ..it was so subtle . its like blink-u-wud-miss truth.Its almost invisible. Just like nano size element. But its still in the plain sight of all Indians yet we all missed it in acknowledging the truth. The Truth is ..

India got invaded and is conquered by Pakistan and China..!!! How and Why and When are obvious questions by you ignorant, sleeping Indians.

Preamble:Little bit of history before we get into main theme...The sadest reality since 1947 is that India had no chioce n luxury in choosing its neighbours. We seem to have more enemies in our backyard than friends whom we can count.We all know India had fought 1948,65,71 and kargil war with pakistan(n won most of time)(if you dont know anything about these wars ,watch BORDER for 1971 war where garam sunny deol ravages entire paksitan platoon in one roar) and in 1962 with china where we lost in most disgraceful manner ...(I didnt include all those wars we played sportively on playgrounds like cricket, hockey,kabbadi matches, hide n seek games (played exculsively by Pak based terrorists with Indian Special forces soldiers) we play with pakistan and and olympic games where China won enough medals in single event that would outstrip all medals we won in all olympics fer next 10 years n in last 70 years)








Comming back to Present ., let us deal with China 1st

Case of China is like "Crouching Tiger(India) and Hidden Dragon(Chinese)".We are always alert yet dragon is hidden in India .Without knowledge of Intelligence.,Army etc they successfully conquered India. How How come we missed sight of so many Chinese Fast food Centres almost in every galli/mohalla/lane/bylane/higway/roadway/noway dishing out Gobi Manchuria,Shezwan Rice,Hakka noodles,Cantonese chicken etce etc .All these recipes are places in China.Unknowingly they conquered Indias palate and taste and the way we eat things.Our Indian recipies are over written by chinese in hotel menus...See they are in plain sight yet gone unnoticed. no wonder chinese are masters of disguise

Coming to our best friend which never never leaves us.As inseparable as Pani and Puri in Pani-Puri and Tom and Jerry, DevD-Kalki,.Yeah ., its our Hot & Sweet Pakistan...Though our Bollywood n Saas-Bahu conqured Pakistan since time of Piracy and Cable connections., Pakstan took uiltimate revenge last week when they sent their brand new Hyper Lovely,Ultra-Beautful, Electrifyingly-Cute Foreign Minister "Hina Rabbani Khan"(HRK ala SRK))..every Man in India was oggling at this breath taking beauty where as every women perhaps was fumbling with jealousy as their men were transfixed at this young beauty..All nespapers were more interested in taking her photos rather than focus on theme ((incase u forget its "Indo-pak talks")).No one knows what our foreign minister S.M.Krishna(who wasnt seen in any newspaper though He was the host) has spoken with HRK..(guess he must have asked her personal phone number and emial id ).If this HRK was in India , she wud have been next model fer Pepsi youngistan or heroine next to Rajinikanth or bollywoods SRK (SRK+HRK=Rab ne Bana di Jodi ...wasnt that film flop??)







Now entire Indian Strategists and Patriot Planners and Diplomats are in state of tumble.India has to counter Hina-PR-Coup in India before her spell is cast on all 75+aged dynamic Ministers and they agree to every honey dipped words of Hina(who knows ..they might even agree to give away Kashmir without givig Bihar as free gift.One plus One Free offer). They scoured for Warriors who could counter attack HRK charm either by Charming her or Charring her.

First choice fell on Uncle Amar singh . But Jayapradha wont agree .

Second choice came upon Ranbir Kapoor but He is totally unpredictable fickle tapori..Today Hina ., tommroow Katrina.

Third choice was on Ultimate play boy of India and former 85 year old AP governor who was caught on tape with not one but 4 young women on bed(yeh dil manga more ..what a man ...iam sure he could be brand ambassador for Viagara). He can destroy entire batallion of women singlehandledly but the poor man is busy fighting cases in court when his illegitamate son sued against him





Finally they decided to field our own Chocolate boy Rahul Gandhi to counter Honeyed Hina..As none of our Dynamic youth leaders are less than 75 and with Rahul Gandhi has taken celibecy after his foreign Mom Sonia broke his heart by not allowing him to marry his foreign venezeluen GF, Our strategists had to think think think ...strain their brains till trains of thoughts come with Eureka moment ....Finally they came up with solution ...

To Counter Hina ..make Foreign Minister KATRINA ...

Seeker Guides....!!!!

My fascination with Fables n Fairy tales began on my mother lap as a kid when i used to listen with rapture all tales of valour of ancient kings , mythological tales of scriptures. All night my mind regaled those stories as dreams went wild in fantasies. Those bed time stories at impressionable age had deep impact to this day and perhaps in future lives as well..Once iam old enough to read books , my choice of books were still the same ..Stories of Valour, Kings from Scriptures, humour n adventures..Sprituality was always my favourite after all it was part of family DNA for known 3 generations. Among all those tons of books on this topic i read i bring out 5 or 6 best of all i belive in my limited understnding. All are extremely good hence there is no best among this list.Each has its ow speciality n uniquness.Here i goes

1) Autobiography of Yogi by Yogananda Paramahamsa:



One of the worlds most popular spiritual biographies by yogananda. Can be said Indias best export to west who popularised Kriya yoga. Rajini kanths "Baba" movie is taken partly from this book and "Living with himalayan masters" which is comming next. His other books include "Divine Romance and Eternal Quest" but His Autobiography over shadows all his other works.Surprisingly this book comes at real economical price at 75/-

2) Living with himalyan Masters by Swami Rama:
Another NRI-American Swamiji.This book is all about Swami Ramas fantastic experiences with Himalayans sages which rivals Autobiography of Yogi in style and substance..He has been accusd both as Swami and CIA agent His other noteworthy works include "Art if Joyful Living", "Inspired Thoughts"(Out if publication), Eleventh Hour etc




Both the books speak about expereincs which are too fantatsic to normal rational human thought. Their Absolute control over their bodies is truly astounding.they show how tjhrough their penances they gain control even on every cell of human bodies.Telepathy,Clairvoance,control over life and Death,stopping brain waves and heart beat etc are some of experiences they write about. Believe them or not ., Read them and Relish them as Souls fodder

3) Guaranteed Solutions by Nityananda Paramahamsha

Who doesnt know this young swami(supposed to be youngest spiriyual leader in world), after sting operation by sun tv beamed his advntures with actress Ranjita non stop on prime time. i purchased this book in strange situations.I read his artcile in newspaper. i was so impressed of his wisdom, that i just woke up early in morning with no forethought or plan i travelled without map to a small village where He has his temple in outskirts of hyderebad and bought his books



He can be Fake or not, thats none of my business. His wisdom about basic primitive emotions ie Greed, Love, Jealousy etc documented in Guranteed Solutions is outstanding n very practical.He dissects human mentality very precisely and explains in simple laymans terms.He explains how actually each of emotion plays its infulence in our lives. If only we can apply these principles at least by 1% , our lives would be far peaceful than what we are now .This is one book i reccommned to everybody which is pure wisdom .He doesnt speak about religion, miracles, anecdotes etc in this book.Its just about our daily life .Read it and you would know what iam talking about....Trust me buddies., several psychlogical chinks in ur life will be ironed out by mere reading this book


4) Aghora Triology1 2 3 by Robert Svoboda



"Life is mere memory ., be it beautiful or bitter, its just a memory" muses Aghori Vimalananda. I read that line in Odessey book store in jubklee hills when i was a teen. I never got enough funds to buy that book. I had to wait for another 5 years before i could lay my hands on it

Aghora 1(the Left hand of God); Aghora 2(Kundalini); Aghora 3 (Law of Karma). When i read Aghora-1 for the first time i lost half my sleep in nights due to sheer fear.All books i read till now are books that go easy on reader but Aghora triology is no-holds-barred .He shows no mercy and is often ruthlessly frank.No sugar coating for benefit of ignorant reader.These books are of Left hand of Tantra. Aghoris themslves are fierce saints who are said to eat dead bodies and these books "Left hand of Tantras" are more extreme in frankness. Though not suggested for faint hearts, neverthless its very informative which would open new grooves in your brain.

5) Sudarshan Kriya of Sri Sri Ravi shankar founder of Art of Living:




I wrote enough about books.Enough of theory. Now some action ..Sri Sri Ravishankars practcal gift to humanity.Sudarhsan kriya -Simple breathing exercises would directly sars through stresses in ones head. i have documented my personal experiences in my another webpage. the link is given below





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As they say ...

I Pray to Divinity in You

"Loka samasta sukhino bhavantu"
"May All Beings Be Happy and Free"

TIME MACHINE

Other day a weird thought hit my empty brain. It was sunny day .Bright with no heat . It reminded me my school days summer holidays when all i used to do was laze under trees .Then i wondered how would it be if i had power to go back into time . What if we can go back the time. Time is impenetrable but still a lazy fantasy to look back all the events in live back in time .

Time machine is ultimate dream come true for all those scinetists and writers and day dreamers like me .The earliest memory of Time machine was reading HG Wells classsical book "Time machine" and and now a days many movies must have come based on the concept...easrliest movie i remeber was "Blast from the Past"

where science ends , spirituality begins.If anyone of you read any of the works of Tibetian Lama Lobsang Rampa (arun, iam half way up ), He speaks of Akakshic Records where everything about past and present and future are/were/will be stored up and one can tune into it ..Iam not talented as Lobsang Rampa nor iam equiped with HG Wells imagination . iam just a mere dreamer ..Day dreamer. one who dream,s with his eyes wide open (n who lives life with his eyes closed especially at work)

i wondered what if i get a chance or in far distant future we invent such machines what would i see...Iam always frightened of functioning of my brain.It comes with awesome diablocial ideas . iam afraid when ., unknowignly i might listen to it and implement its dangerous senseless ideas(Didnt someone say..Be Master of Will but slave of Consceince"). But for entertainment and slapstick humour , i can totally rely on it..So i wonererd if i would go back to Past or peek into Future

I guess i would turn my focus into Past..zap back beyond centuries of Time and Space and watch the grand evolution of Earth.,watch the historical freedom struggle of our country. I still cannot imagine the force of Gandhjis words on advocacy of Non violence..At his call., not a single satyagrahi lifted his hands in self defence when bashed up by british soldiers with metal lathis.Rows and rows , obediently stood to get beaten.the fallen ones are taken away for treatment and new rows of freedom fighters took the place.Just imagine, i , at slight even perceived sense of danger would go into defensive stance.My training in karate with my teacher was drilled into bone and blood such that even in dead sleep., my hands go into defensive formation. and here pre 1947., people volunetarily give themselves to blows. Unimaginable

Probably next time station would be 1945-1960-1980: Wolrd war between Germany ad Western nations and Intense Cold war between USSR and USA. Even before i could read Indian History ., i was well versed in World war history .thanks to tons of comics i used ot read.some how i regale old european history and aura that period holds.The spy war after WW-2 was one topic i dreamed endlessly.the technology., heated rivalry and almost nuclear war bnetween USSR and USA was mind spinning.Not forgetting technological race and espionage .Damn thrilling.




My entire childhood and to this age aaswell., it spent most of time reading comics esp Amar chitra kathas.I always wondered if Mahabaratha war really took place or not.The missiles they use were too awesome to be imaginative..Can Arjunas Brahmastras be a nuclear weapon invoked by Mantras power??Did Aliens acutally used to visit Earth.Otherwise how can we explain those big Pyramid and weird sculptures of green wich. Are puspaka Vimanas(Flying Vehicles) of past are in reality space ship (atharvanaveda speaks of vimankiasastra dealing with flying vehicles of most modern weapons imginabe 3000 ears ago)

As a kid i was regaled everynight with stories from fables n valour of kings by my mom., and Asoka was always my favourite.Ashoka was one King in Ancient India who deseves nobel prize .Just imagine a King with iron will and never give up spirit and extreme love for power ad war giving up his power after kalinga war after seeing sea of blood shed. We cannot give up our little power on our friends and all poloiticans in wolrd cling to power till death do them a part . And heres the hero who gave up at prime of his power and that too voluntarily

One should watch earth when dinosaurs walked the earth (i never sw movie jurassic park..alas) but iam too scared of any animal. But more importantly, last but not the least., i would enjoy to peak watching my friend grow up. A stupid friend who got mike inplace of throat and shreiks at hyper decibel level that kills eardrums.Watch the person grow from infancy to adulthood till we met.Watch when the person almost died by electrick shock when live wire came in contact in garden. watch the naughty thngs and studiousness as one topped exams in school n college . silently witnessing



if i keep goin on i guess there wont be any commercial break to my sense of umagination and my brain never gets tired at all.well buddies before i get struck up in some unknown historical era ., i would come back to present . Who knows many of my current day friends could have been Napoleon or Ceaser or Hitler or Ashoka or Samudra gupta or cholas or chimpanzees in their past lives....

Enjoy your present ..thats why its called Present

Dobhi Ghat aka Samshan Ghat

Inflation seems to be hitting the skies with all vegetables n stuffs prices skyrocketing.But i wonder how come cell phones and softdrinkes prices seldom go up.?Yesterday i askd fer couple of eggs and i was charged 8/-.We both had to convince each other.I had convince i just want 2 HEN eggs not Ostrich eggs and shopkeeper was equally adamant in pushing just two lilliput size eggs claiming they belong to hens not of some insects or humming birds.Ok leave maths and economics apart..They strain my tiny brain..

"Thinking before Doing" was just never my strong point.Many a times i wonder why i have taken some action or decsion.I just finished reading my second pakistani novel "Reluctant Fundamentalist".Really spooky boring novel which gave me severe headache.Next many minutes i was busy doing absolutely nothing .Suddenly i got up and took an auto for movie Dobhi Ghat as if i didnt know other way to torture yourself .








Hmm...Dobhi ghat by Ammir Khan biwi no 2.Well movie began on pale note.Well i guessed and hoped some masala excitment is just round the corner.But to much of my disappointment , movie was sheer mental torture and beja fry except for the face of pretty lass moncia dogra.Kiran Bhenji (Amir Khans official biwi no 2 cum director of this great Art movie) certainly desreves credit for introducing the F-word graciously and artistically.F word has replaced our traditional slurs like Neech,Kamina , Kuthe etc. Certainly F word has become quite popular these days.Few weeks back one pretty girl used WTF on Gchat.Being ignorant or plainly stupid and cyber illiterate., i was racking what the hell could this be WTF and pride and ego prevented me from asking her.Stupid enough i was that i havcent even searched it on google.I was wondering.,probably this WTF could be some international organisation like WTO or WWF or WWE etc only to realise that its a smart acronym for What The F***K....No wonder Osho sooth sayed long back that F word is the most versatile word in English Dictionary(Google it folks .Its really funny n hilarious)

Hmm..Amir Khan and Yummy Yummy Monica in film use it once or more , i really dont know as i made a grand exit within 30 minutes of waiting for credits to flow on screen.My bad luck is afflicted with worst luck . Movie is of 90 minutes and to my horror there was no interval..I was trapped like rat and at total mercy in hands of Mrs Kiran Amir Khan Bhenji..Waiting for credits was really excruciating .Movie was movng at amazingly slow pace.There was no masala .Sex scenes were absent.Instead you had to imagine that it took place.No ., no even bluring image or atleast hands were shown.Kiran behnji was smart enough to not to let Ammir khan any chance to make Monica dogra future Mrs Amir Khan.Only from reviews i happen to know Knight in Shining Armour Prateik babbr was actually a Rat Killer by night.Super Hero Eh..!!






Instead of waiting for filmi credits i choose to dissolve myself into my own dream world where i choose to write this blog and to write my own credits of my life on my mental screen and at the same time hope that films gets over befpre i become Over or atleast electricty snaps or projector crumbles.But nothing happened.2012 is far away so is Armageddon n End of days for earth,...

From my real film called Life I drew out all persons- some Nameless and Faceless who have crossed my path or my sense of observation.Give credits where it was due.,.Credits to all of those who displayed their wonderful human qualities .Being born as human being is ultmate gift with so many possiblities in infinities which no other life form has or can exhibit.Rather than blooming n expressing our humanness we seem to be ne shrinking n drawing boundaries arpound overslves.Hence these credits to all for whom i hold awe...

Hmmm...where shall i began.Lemme start with Baby of the Battalion: Kritika Lakshmi Triupara Sundari-The whole and sole daughter of a diplomat.She resembles Tintin and calwin n hoobes and astreix comc charatcters put together .The tiniest gal whose tongue talks faster than F-1 racer car.The voice would be full of zest and enthusiasm and full of innocence.(if only u folks have listened to it u wud know what iam talking). But not as innocent as Playboy of Ymca mangalore ., the big belly boy Ramesh.His big belly can be matched only by big heart he possess which is still in pure state and uncontimanated by Johnny walker, hawards 5400 old monkl..etc This Man with Golden Heart (like james bond in man witth golden gun) was the last guy to come and to send me off when i was leaving mangalore and the chap who searched n brought another chap when i didnt know how to book tickets online .Heart touching act before i came to Vizag.

Here in Vizag ., Life could have been veritable Hell if not this Baby faced bihari babu Ashish anand.Office without Ashish is no Anand at all.He is the most productive and industrious chap and really awesome super master chef around who advises me on all things .which thankfully helps me in preventing me to strain my invisible brain. So Active and so systematic and so effeicient. But if anyone can be more efficient than Ashsih ., then it has to be Dobhi (Name unknown) who presses my clothes .So flawless he does his job the clothes would be stiff even after many days of use,He surely can win an medal or two in Olympics of at all Laundry is included in Olympics.And i always had a sour corner for NRI who behave so boorish n arrogant but that ideology was torn to smitherns by our Vroom Vroom Arooooon(arun to be precise but he hardly runs though his brain does all the running @ speed of thought)




Well credits havent yet flowed eevn after enduring the movie fer 30-40 searing hot volcanic minutes.I just do what i do when faced wit a challenge. Take easy route out.Hence i called it quits. And Yeah., Reviews say Dobhi ghat is soulful poetic movie not for masses.Well.., All flop movies are called hit or critic acclaimed or art films which need artistic taste to understand.Well then Kiran should have made movie and watched it alone in her home theatre rather than letting my purse get destroyed.I want my money back...hope she listens

Well Ramesh n Kritika ., i know i have promises to keep .My next blog would be what you have asked fer "Creepy Encounters" Before i could write them i need to gather some energy .I thought of eating some boiled eggs .


chalo till next blog ....adios amigos ..
Sagar

Restive Relics ....!!!

2010 Extinct and 2011 in Endangered list (within 365 days it follows the path of its ancestors into memories of Time )Here i stand between tons n tons of Yesterdays and God-knows-how-many-Tomorrows..


New year was just like all years ahead and maybe comming years aswell. dull bland and same ...For a change i thought i wud visit my store room and give my rippling muscles some work which were in state of inertia since the Times of Dinosaurs.

Store room was filled bygone junk ..dust filled ,cobwebbed crates .Its my policy to dump old stuff periodically so that things dont pile up and space would be free from clutter and welcome errr...new junk. How often we kep the stuff we never or seldom use?.old clothes, furniture,cutlery.We never use yet we pile the stuff.Same thing with our minds.We still stick to old ideas and opinions even when we know the truth is contrary? Frankly when was the last time we assessed our ideas and opinions??

Here iam trying to assess what to dump and what to preserve.All things once that were price less now appear expendeble or useless.Time surely a great game changer.Iam sure everyone has an attic or boxes or lockers or just some corner where they pile up things that they cannot let go immediately..Arent these places store houses of memorie.So are mine.,so many things lying around..All fragments of memories scattered everywhere.First salary slip..Airplane ticket,Tons of old comics whose pages became yellow due to ravages of time.



Tons of books wrapped in polythene to prevent termites n bookworms..Tons of novels waiting to be read or re-read.There is no change in me in all these years .Always in hurry .Hurried life,Eating without tasting.Into relations without feelings.Just living without experiencng..Weird n Quaint often funny

Most of my stuff are books.As i fiddle around dust laden boxes., some books catch my attention like Twenty Thousand Leagues under the Sea by Jules Vernue..Its rare original unabridged book i bought from roadside seller in my 11 th class.I had to beg him to sell that book for my price which he had to, rather he was irked by my presence to his shop daily just to see that book isnt been sold..often hiding it under other books so that no one buys it.Oh my ..My love for books is more than my love for any human being and perhaps can be matched by my lust for green forests. The yellow corners of old books and its ancient smell it carries really swirl my mind to ecstacy

Hmm...Dominant genre are comics.My 1st and ever lasting love.Those Justice League comics for which me and chouji had to walk miles on rail tracks to buy.I wonder with that beer belly if chouji can do the same stunt now.? Two Alister Mc lean books gifted by Frank pa the legendry biriyani gobbler.These are the only books which came by surprise in dead of my birthday night.I never lock my room whether iam present or not ..and frank pa like silent black cat commando slipped in n placed it next my pillow ..really heart warming surprise n experinece of YMCA ..

There are so many books that i have to read in these mountains of literature.Which i have promised myself to read later in leisure...maybe tomroow ..ater i finish 10th class ..after 12..maybe after engg exam ..post exams ..once i get job ......Always postponiong to tomrrow and this tomorrow never comes ..maybe grave is only place with plenty of time ..





Not just books there are other stuff as well ..full packet of Provake tablets hidden inside bryan adams cassteee box.Tablets which would alter sleep cycles giving you 24 hours laserbeam concentration.Initialy it wud zap 24 hrs of my sleep but after 2-3 hours of studies i was hell bored and to tired with studies and wonder what to do with remaining time .I cannot even sleep and my boredom would be centre of my concentration.Hellish and Harrowing it was.

and here is old college scrap book , alma matter book full of photographs.i dare not to keep it lest all old flames memories might pop out like genies.Let graves be not dug.who wants to remeber college day crushes .let bygones be bygioes .

Suddenly a waft of pages fluttred by sudden gust of wind .,Couldnt help reading the contents,Poetry and cartoons from my and school and college days. I have totally forgotten that i used to write poetry n done painting during my teens .Advt Posters from advt copy writer days.Silently i smile n tear them away .All gone n dead .i no longer do painting n artist days are Days from another life time .With no regrets i tear them to smitherns

Now with darkness slwoly creeping into room,Shadows being casted gave an errie feelings ..From little light twinkled..reflection of some glass shine caught my
attention.I open the box fully to find fat book with glass being taped to it.....This book...I delibertaley never completed this book so as to have
some reason to take out this book and see it again..."Code of Honor" ...gifted
by then-gf and the taped glass is nothing but glass blended with 18 karat gold rose ...as i feel the curls of glass rose which are same like her curly hair ...sweet scent on nape of neck...eeeks..now i feel electricity pass through the lenghth of
spine..memories from past scream through the every corner of my memory... past
... .....unknowlngly i am about to be sucked into depths of nostalgia...I guess procrastination of cleaning the books clutter is the best form defence to combat the tricks of mind...i dump the book into the box and postpone the idea of cleaning the clutter for another century and rush out ...

Till we meet again ...in another Time and another Mood
keep smiling and shining
Myself

Random Thoughts

Hmm..this blog is little hatke from regular mocking joking comical banter. this blog is just my observation at various periods of time from diferent sources and which hitheryo not connected yet has some common strand running beneath them.

Scenario One; A Friend was saying how she wants to serve n take care of old n elderly. this was about 5 years ago and probably she was 19 or 21 at that tme .Hmm..what a noble idea at such an young age.

Scenarios Two: every day. from my window i happen to see scene in my neighbourhood home.Grandmother who is touching her 100th year possibly struggle with her daily chores.Its so hard for me to see her.She has all her wrinkled skin hanging to her bones.She cant even get up from her chair .Luckily her children take care of her reasonably well.Frankly many a tims when i ever i see her struggling trough i let out a silent wicked prayer that she is better off dead than alive.Death would have brought peace and solace for troubled soul


Scenario three: Couple of days ago i was reading some artcile in Tehelka newspaper where an investigative journalist has uncovered a story from villages of TN where Children kill their parents unable to take their burden. They give them full oil bath and make them drink XYZ water which raises body heat followed by high fever.(I said XYZ coz i dont want goive others any funny ideas though i know information is frely avilable on internet) These elderly with low levels of immunity die of high fever. Skill full Assasination i would say though the technical name is ...again XYZ


Scenario Four: I guess who is at fault.Childern with no concern for elderly and ready to dump them at Kumb melas and Busstops and temple steps or Parents who missed instilling right attitude in minds of young, I often find parents too busy in their hey days leaving little quality time for children.Often escaping the job of raising children properly behind the job in office or saying ..Just busy .Busy doing office work ..Busy playing gold or lazing with friends or TV or some other work...Lazy by being Busy?? Somewhere Parents miss the trans formation from being Authoritative and being and becoming Friends to their Children.I guess they fel they need to control a kid ...even when they are old enough to take flight on their own..You try to control thgem when ur strong..only leads to two situation. 1) They become timids in the real world 2) they become adverseries when Parents become old and feeble

Scenario Five:
My own case .Do i take care of my own folks ?....complex question but answer is clear.For 15 years i led a gypsy life doing little or nothing with family.I have little sentiments and family experience.I harldy talk to my parents except hi-bye , This-that etc Just Monosyllables conversation with no aim and enthusiasm..I seldom listen to them .I never take any orders from them.Frankly iam not at all obedient son and perhaps even a good one

Yet i confdently and with no regrets rejected a job in Dubai and Higher education in Usa for my parents..My interview question for my job was why i didint go to USA like all my classmates and return after earning enough.I know well., once i go ., returning is next to impossible or atleast heartwrenching scenario leaving all the luxuries and developed world life style..

.Atleast and least of things i can do to my parents is to be around India and just a call away in their ending days when they are old and feeble giving them personal touch rather than seding Rials or Dollars luxuries...Guess its the least i can do .....I may be right ..or i may be wrong ..but who cares ..My life ..My wish ..didnt i tell u iam damn
Independent Thinker