OMG-3:: I-Files:Power of Prayer

He who tries to understand God simply by logical arguments will not succeed. If one develops love for God by following his instructions, one can know the supreme absolute truth..... H.H.Radhanath

We get to hear this letter quite often than not these days ."I" .i phone.i pad.ipod.even i-pill (birth control pills). and our own I...I..me..myself...I the ego of self which is so strong that all others "i" are mere reflections of this "i. If only we can delete or control or transcend this "I", then Kaivalya or moskha or enlightenment or realization or etc are just step away from liberation or so says all books i read in my life. Off late i got to know about another "I" which promises the same. Iskon movement which is an epitrome of bhakti yoga. I dont know anything of this except from my childhood readings from amar chitra katha comics of Meera, Eklavya, Hanuman etc

During my posting in Vizag i came across a girl who was super staunch devotee of Lord Krishna. Our talk was funny exp with two contrasting personalities. I never followed any ism even though iam born Hindu and She was a orthodox catholic who gave up her life to make Krishna her centre of existence. I wonder how can a human in 21 centuery living in midst of cut throat competiton can be so devoted to god.It failed to impress my loigical mind.What more. Her food, bed, waking hours, college ,dress,hom,e,everything was around Krishna.She gets up at 3 am to start her 16 round japa of mahamantra and 64 rounds on special occasion.(Trust me ,doing one single round with mala consisting of 108 beads is very hard and 16 and 64 are just out of this world)Sixteen rounds at 4 am will surely make her every cell in her body immerse in mantra.No food with onion/garlic and junk is strict no-no.College should be near temple.Sundays only for Krihsna.Studies only when she gets time from her seva to Lord Krishna. and surprisngly questions come from what little she studies.Reminds me what Rama maharshi says "God never forsakes one who has surrendered"" When i expressed my surprise .amazement and respect for her devotion , she just let it pass and recommended me a book "The journey home"Swami radhanath biography.The book was bland and boring with no exciting anecdotes like "Living with Himalayan masters" or "Autobiography of yogi".Now thats what makes it special.Here is a story of American 19 year lad who in search of truth comes to India alone and ends up becoming Krishna devotee .Right now He is head of Mumbai Iskon .What amazes is his intense devotion.

And in Hyderabad office i had one guy who is part of Krishna devotee list. His name is not important but drama of life around him is inspiring. lemme tell share a small story abt this guy .....the idea of sharing struck me when I was in his home playing with his equally devotee daughter.....it so happened ...he was supposed to get transferred ...and He didnt want to be ...his simple reasoning is that his Spiritual master and community of 7 families vowed to stay together.... He is really wonderful; guy who gets up at 2-3 am ..to finish off his prayers and mangal arthi...never eats outside food ...during three day training outside city ...he didnt even touch a grain in such a lavish star hotel ...he just brought some fruits and savoured them fer all 3 days ...where as me and other guys spent most of time in dining rooms than conference rooms ... Recently he had to face problems at multiple fronts : ... He got transferred His land lord asked him to vacate house His request for in-city transfer was rejected

so as it happened ...my MD sent orders that he shud be Transfer d to Noida. Reaction: ..He requested for retaining in hyd only MD thundered and sent his orders on fax . Reaction: again he sent a personal letter requesting to be retained in Hydreabad MD now with ego inflated and prestige at stake growled at him "whats so special in HYd that he is defying MD orders" Reaction:..Iam not defying MDs orders but following my-MDs orders and my real MD is MD to creation : LOrd Krishna Now my MDs prestige..izzat and everything at stake ... Reaction: ..let anything happen ...all he did was submit resignation ..in all his seriousness ...it was no idle threat ...he meant it Now company cannot afford to loose guy with such experience ...but MDs prestige is at stake .. Now Land lord of his wanted home to vacate house as well...and which he cannot as he need to stay close to his Spiritual community and rents in that area are obnoxiously high and he cannot afford another house .. He requested MD for internal transfer as we have one more branch nearer to his home as current office is 25 kms away.:: Rejected He requested Landlord : Request Rejected I then asked him ..wat he wud do ...all he said was ,,,,,PRAYER He was given 1 month ultimatum

After 1 month : One experienced guy from my branch resigned for another job ,,,so Management was forced to retain him fer more 15 days till new guy comes ..as they didnt want to back off the orders iof his transfer to noida ... right next to his home ...a family was leaving to germany within very short time and wanted rent their house to a decent family....and luckily my colleague happened to call him 1st and was given his new apartment ... now Other branch sent a request for additional experienced staff as business is booming there ,,,and my Chief manager always saw this guy as threat happily supported idea of his transfer to other branch which is nearer to his home ... NOW: His transfer to noida cancelled He got a new plush apartment in location he wanted with just nominal increase of rent He got transferred to Branch which is closer to his Home and is just 10 minutes away. No matter who takes the credit ,,,MD,,Chief manager...etyc ,,,,we can clearly see when you choose God over all and everything ,,,He is sure to take care of You in million ways .....Its lovely experience and feeling esp wen u witness it Live and in front of eyes ... What do u say .....what can we say ..except pitching our prayers more higher...deeper ... !! Hare Krishna Hare Krishna ,Krishna Krishna Hare hare Hare Rama Hare Rama,Rama Rama Hare Hare !!

OMG-2:: Midnight Visions

I read somewhere that Ramgopal varma used to sense some invisible presence of something or someone while shooting for some film. which later inspired him to make Bhoot . How do you explain such paranormal unexplainable events.?What do you say for something that you really sure yet cant prove it? Hallucination ,Dream, Dellusion....Schizophrenia..Bipolar or simply plainly lunatic and Mad. As a child i grew up in Govt estates where open spaces between houses would be equivalent to half the football ground. I remember when i used to run around the trees and moors, as more than once i felt i heard someone calling my name through i was never really sure if i ever it heard or not ..or just it was my hyper imaginative mind at work. Paranormal experiences were not at new to me. Inspite of my cosmopolitan background i had to believe in these things of unknown after few hard knocks. But things never went very serious or found i witnessed anything dangerously out of this world that i raise any alarm. Some people belive them.Some dont but its hard to ignore it. Shamans-Superstitutions, tantriks-Quacks existed from time immemorial. I read somewhere that most of horrific violent crimes were more often than not commited under influence of some maleovolent spirits.

Coming back to present , it so happened when i was posted in vizag. I used to live all alone and it so happened on one rainy night around midnight . I was sleeping on my tummy , it was between 2 and 4 am when i felt something warm glowing and crushing force as i sweated profusly. this was not the 1st time ,in past several tines i had such kind of experiences between 2 and 4 am This could be a dream as well. Sometimes dream do appear quite realistic..Like Di caprio in Inception or Keanue Reeves in Matrix i have my on method to see if i was in dream world or astral or real world . As i had to test to see if i was in dream or not. I put my finger in my mouth i could feel saliva and slight tinge pain as i bit my finger. Now i know its not a dream. But what is it i can do? I know no defence against that i cannot see. My top priority was to see that i dont give in to panic or fear . Once we start getting frightened , all our reasoning ability goes out of window and we lose what slight chance we might have.Though i forgot almost everything about martial arts from my teens , one part of training which was drilled into my bone and memory was the importance of need to remain calm. To release muscular tension i observed my breath till it became calm and steady.

That was when i got into zone between wakefulness and sleep . A kinda trance-hypnogic state when i saw our Art of Living founder, Sudrashan Kriya yoga guruji His Holiness Shri Shri Ravi Shankar (SSRK) in his trademark white dress and signature smile. Well is this a dream or not i didnt know nor i was motivated to find out. SSRK exhorted "Repeat the mantra that i tell you and this feeling will disappear" I never prayred in my life . I dont know even a single line of any mantra. Some how i was never ritualistic.i read in a book where in extreme stressful situation that our mind gets disassociated and creates illsuions. with this reasoning I replied my reluctance to SSRK.. H.H.SSRK though spoke calmly , i felt his voice boomed at top voice that my ear drums might have shattered..""REPEAT THIS MANTRA OR IT WILL NEVER LEAVE YOU"" I didnt know what came over me.I dont know what IT meant but i readily agreed . I repeated along..First two syllables were said in trance and by time i said the third syllable, the crushing feeling disappeared and by time i finishd the third part of mantra, i was out of trance and my ears caught final syllables of mantra uttering from dry lips.I was wide awake with clear memory. Was that a dream or Dream within another Dream or hallucination or a vision ??Zen buddhism says why worry over dream when its over the moment when you wake up? At same time SSRK always says Sohum or SoWhat?(Golden words). I remebered my vizag AOl teacher fleetingly once said to me You cannot escape Guruji..!!..i laughed in my mind and mentally i said Do you know who am I ?....now i guess she is very much right?? So at end what should I say ...just ... OM Namah Shivayaa

OH MY GOD...!!! PROLOGUE

OMG : PROLOGUE In following blogs i wish to share my experiences or just chronicle those events which shaped my belief about Hand of God that gently guides the entire creation . I cant say these are spectacular incidents but for me these are what made me realize the Concrete Reality of God. These are what triggered in me strong heartfelt emotions filled with devotion.

If you are born in India irrespective to family of any religious denomination, there is no escape from vast ancient cultural influence on you. You can be atheist , communist or any religious order yet your behavior is inextricably linked to India's ancient history,culture and mythology. There is no escape from it.Entire society is structured around its 5000 years past.. Well speaking about me ., i was always agnostic sometimes bordering to Atheism. Arrogant rebellious nature within me made it difficult to believe that Higher Powers can be of influence/control over mortals like me/us.. but by my 20th year i have transformed to Part time Atheist to Full Time Theist and and 100 % Believer . However It was just intellectual belief rather than experiential conviction. Like i said , i am not really Religious in any sense but i am certainly spiritual . Few days back i signed 4 day Advance Meditation Course in Tiruvanamalai, temple town in TN which is famed for Holy hill of Arunchala and world famous saint Ramana Maharishi . We were supposed to maintain unbroken silence for 4 days. I read somewhere that Sex and Silence are greatest Energy suckers. Well i have zero percent idea about sex and 101 percent about Speech. After all i talk day in and day out.All my waking hours is spent on talking,gossiping,roaring-raving-Ranting, complaining,screaming,shouting,destroying everyone in discussion and debates.Perhaps no other muscle in my body is as well built and oiled as much as my tongue. Always raring to go.

The idea of this blog OMG was born when i was killing my time in this silent zone of holy town of Tiruvanamalai. I started of with full of energy but while returning i returned in taxi back seat with Doctor in front seat. Physically totally dehydrated and sick but spiritually very well lifted and in high spirits. Whats the follwoing blogs can be construed as fables or fairy tales yet these just experiences that are exclusively personal.

Morning Brooding..!!!

This morning i woke up with start and dazed. Its still dark around and only soft hum of AC rented the air. i just had a dream which got me thinking. I just happened to dream about someone whom i know as a school kid whom i totally forgotten and got disconnected after i left my school way back in 1996. It was kind of surprising that the person face flashed in my dreams and funnily i dont remember the name of that person, after all its been decade and more. I really wonder how we believe to ferget everything with passage of time though in reality it appears that things are just relegated behind all the layers of our mysterious mind. I wonder why i dreamed the dream that i just dream. i always thought we dream about things that catch our attention of recent past or fantasies for future.

Ruminating over these thoughts i tried to creep back into dream world hoping to find myself in the same dream like Neo in Matrix and find answers to my questions. But no avail.Tossing and turning in bed gave no solution. Well now i am wide awake and sleep slipped out permanently. i just got up ,munched some Marie biscuits and was looking at my collection of old comics on my shelf. All those DC,Marvel comics of vintage evoking the memories of childhood when i had to walk 5 kilometers to buy those Superman and other super hero comics. Its ironic to find all super heros to have originated from USA. most of all caped and masked heros are from USA. GI Joe is called Americas hero,Superman home town is Smallville in USA,All JLA are americans. I guess Indians and for that matter Asians never needed any super heros to be created either for entertainment or inspiration. We have history and culture that goes back 5000years . Where as America has history only of 500 years or so. No wonder they had to create their own heros .

Indians are bred on stories of valour and heroism since their childhood. Its funny, in West,Religion is taught in sunday schools and where as in

India, its taught by mothers and grand mothers. When i was kid my bed time stories from my mom was more mythological and DD-1 most popular serial was Ramayana or Mahabaratha when all roads were deserted to watch these mythological s serials. Our culture has so many heroic stories from our history we never needed to create new heros for Internet age. We all regaled in stories from 5000 yearpast which can be reflected in our daily lives of common man . How often we come across comparisons like "Sleep like Kumbhakarna", "Strong as Bheem", "Beautiful as Apsara", Panch Pandavas, as sharp as Arjun, Narad muni for some gossip maker etcetc....Its a wonder that 5000 year culture still lives,rules our daily life. hmmmm....Suns first rays are casting their presence.New day and its Time to rock the world. Well friends, till my next blog. Aurevoir, Adios,Halstalvista and Sayonara....

SRI SRI RAVISHANKAR In one of his discourses said "Your consciousness" is very ancient. My nerves were electrified as i tried to grapple the import of His words. That the concept that our consciousness being very ancient fired my imagination as it tried to grasp depth behind His words.I just wondered , How many Births and Deaths could have,our soul endured before taking this shape,form and life as we know what we are now. How gigantic permutation,probabilities and other mind numbing mathematical calculations came into play before our entire environment was created. I wondered what were we before we became what we are? I mean what were we in our past lives. What would be the path of our evolution. What prompted us to take this birth?.What actions reactions could have led us to choose this birth settings like country,parents,friends,circumstances,trials and tribulations etc etc and million more etcs After all , our current lives are just extensions of our past.All our friends and foes, likes and dislikes are mere carry forwards from from our past lives or so i believe.All interplay of Karmic Connections Have you ever wondered How we immediately fall in Love with things,places,foods .people instantly and how we hate some things/people with no reason how come people give us creepy feeling down the spine or great comfort without prior acquaintance?Wondered Why this Affinity or Repulsion/compulsion/affection etc? or any logical rational reason for those unexplainable Deja vu or uncanny feeling of instinct?How are prodigies born? Could these events be result of sudden yet brief outburst of awakened ancient memory? People come-People Go Success comes-Success goes Failure comes-Failure goes Life comes-Life goes But "I" concept remains untouched by Death and space-time continuum.

Sadguru Jaggi Vasudev of Isha foundation claims to have taken birth 3 times to consecrate Dhyana Linga( dhyanalinga.org ). Book "Born again" speaks that Haider ali-Tipu sultan the original inventors of Rocket tech in India were reincarnated as Vikram Sarabhai and Abdul kalam to finish the job left undone 400 years ago and Hindu mythology is inundated with these folk lore.Ashtavakra gita says it takes 81 births for human mind to form. Now that's mind boggling. After 81 cycles if your current mind is formed , i guess we need to be more gratitude towards Creator than cribbing/complaining for what we are lacking. I need to end this here though my Awe at my peek into esoteric sciences will never end. This blog is micro expression of my wonder for macro expression of nature which will never cease to create wonder for one and all...

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DOWN THE MEMORY LANE..!!!

DOWN THE MEMORY LANE:

It was a pleasant surprise when my friend from my school days sent me my school days photo . As per my No-Nostalgia policy I never kept any of my childhood photo. He sent me photos from my 4th, 5th and 10th class. Its amusing to see myself and others . Now that I am 6 feet with V shaped facial structure , its funny to see myself so small n tiny with 100% round gulab jamun shaped face. In fact identifying myself would have been difficult had not been my thick glasses. The natural evolution and growth from 4th to 10th class is fascinating(in 10th class , we were of impression that we were fully grown men). There were so many tiny tots in the photographs whom I hardly remember. All people whom I grew up with but now looking back I couldn’t even remember few of their names.

Just for a moment, I tried to go back into past to remember my classmates but all I faced was huge mental block . Like in Bournes trilogy` I tried to re collect the past but with no avail. Like expert surgeon, I tried to cut through the hidden and forgotten debris in my depths of memory. I remembered nothing except few scraps of memory..some flashes of past from here and there . and that’s it. Nothing more. Occasionally I was able to figure out a name of a person.




I wonder where all these people are...friends,teachers etc..i rember one day as i was reading newspaper, i saw the obituary of my 5th class school teacher. wheels of time we can say surely catches up everybdoy. Wonder what everyone are doing. Wonder if they remember any of our classmates. Will I meet them again. Thanks to web technology, I know 2 classmtes who are on FB .Its funny in age of FB,Twitter, and shopping malls..there is every chance of meeting your long lost friend or bump into old acquaintance. Other day my boss who failed to offer proper service to client was trying to mollify tired client of ours. He made N number of rounds yet his loan was not through with fault from our side. To divert his anger, my boss start asking some personal questions. After many questions, both got shocked with each other as they discovered that they were school mates 30 years ago . now imagine this, meeting after 30 years ….now that’s what is Life is all about. Full of surprises and excitement.

till next update...keep smiling and stay blessed..sayonara

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 ...