PARANORMAL EXPERIENCES -1

SPIRIT OF LANCER BARRACKS

Time : Past Midnight
Location : Lancer Barracks
Officers quarters
Hyderabad

It was a moonless cold night.Mercury dipped to all time low to 11 degree celsius.My home in the Lancer Barracks. (Heavily barricaded and walled Colony).It had newly built houses and very few century old houses as well. Mine was of Pre-Independece-British era .The house is very big, roof is very high showing off the colonial architecture and with all those extra wide walls and high roofs really really gives an eerie creepy and gloomy impression just like moors of london. A fully grown banyan tree which is said to be hundreds of years old at the rear and huge mighty oak tree at the front of house further adds up spice to my spooky locality .If only these trees had power of words.,they could narrate a stories of bygone era perhaps is what i thought as i retired to my bed.these houses have an thick spooky aura around them espically during nights.Rumours were always uttered in whispers.One rumour added to another. And everyone in locality knew it and avoided these set of olden days houses.Everyone had an idea of these spooky stories ..expect ME..Living alone




Cool breeze and ruffling of leaves rented my room.I wrapped myself with thick woolen blanket to escape chillness. I was so tired after a hectic day i just dived into deep sleep without bothering those creepy sounds wind is making along with trees . Within no time i was lost in sweet mystique dream world . Some time passed.All in a sudden i opened my eyes with a start as i heard sharp moaning piercing my ears.It was just locality dog but some how its moan was different it disturbed entire tranquility around it some what reminded me Hound from Sherlockholmes novels. Irritatingly i forced my self snuggle beneath the covers . I found it difficult to get back to sleep so as i was struggling i felt some trickling sensation in my ear . Without thinking much i just brushed ear with my hand before closing my eyes .As i turned my body angle in semi concious state i felt the same sensation again , it was like some one taking a feather and trickling it in my ear. Someone teasingly playing with feather in my ears. I tried to dismiss it as dream but some how the feeling was strong . I got up in sleepy state and switched on the lights.There i found the culprit .I found my kitten happily curled itself into a fluffy ball sleeping along with me under blanket . I reasoned that tail of kitten was getting into my ear as i rolled on bed.With out any compassion i just pushed it out of my bed . With a low purring voice it jumped out of bed feeling greatly disturbed and disgusted with my act as it jumped out and slid itself in darkness of empty adjoining room . Time was already past 2 am . Cruel time to get disturbed. Not even half an hour passed before i switched off lights and closed my eyes .Once again i experienced the same creepy sensation like someone trickling feather in my ear . Now all the sleepiness diappeared into night . Now i was damn sure it was no mid night winter dream nor it was cats tail tricks . I was wide awake and shocking part was that trickling feeling was still continuing .Without thinking anything i just jumped out of bed and swiped out deadly oriental weapon "Nan chaku" and swung it in darkness in one fluid like motion with all my strength , I knew it, if any one is around , and if he or it comes in contact with nanchaku s rod , is sure to drop down .To my horror and surprise, my nanchaku returned to another hand smoothly with swishing sound .I switched on the lights and scanned entire room .Under the cots , under the table found nothing. Taking defensive stance i walked into hall cautiously .Everything was still except curtains playing along with winter winds .Room was extremely cold . I looked out of my grilled door ,even owls and bats on great oak tree werent making any noises,no street dogs either ..Everything was still and silent except occasional rustle of leaves due to the wind . Courage and Confidence were always my prime assets but tonight some how fear of unknown seems to penetrate those virtues. All my instincts were on high.I again tried to think over everything about this strange experience . It was no dream , was my mind playing tricks on me or was it some kind of poltergeist visiting my home unable to bear cold out side and started playing with me. .What ever it is , iam sure there was definitely some thing out there in darkness . With all confused thoughts i regretted my decision of not going out to tour with rest of family ..slowly i slid back into covers .It was quite unsound sleep .

In the morning still sleepy and in groggily state as i was brushing my long hair i expereinced the simliar twirl of feathers in my ear...instantly i realised it was my long hair locks which were causing those trickling sensation last night when ever i was rolling on the bed .

Moral: Keep ur hair short


Well Folks that was just an fun filled true story of fake ghost but what iam going to write in comming weeks is no story and its truth which i have experienced in the same home...Hope u enjoy it ..Believe it or not ...Adios fer now


Courage Conquers.........but its Love thats driving force on this Planet

Ghost Busters

WEAK HEARTS STAY OUT


Salaam-Namaste-hullo-jumbo-jakaaz Web crawling Netizens...Oh my what a over whelmeing response i have got after the blog psot on Mr.Ramesh.Now evreyone has become fan of this Man of No-Longer-mystery (Thanks to me).Now every girl to grown up aunty is dreaming only about this man.Forget Women ., even Men started enquring about his number and where abouts.....!!!

whatever ...on serious note ...some folks are asking me to write on something paranormal ....welll next 3- 4 blogs would be only on paranormal experiences that i have personally experienced or i feel i have expereinced ...so if ur of weak heart better stay out ..latter dont complain me abiyt ur heart atacks n chills down the spine ...

the plot is ready but words arent ....time is the problem...i have little time left in office where i have to read comics and two newpspaers and ofcouyurse not forgetting my afternoon nap of 2-3 hours ...and in remaining time i have to strainous work of office like signing my attendece register., eat lunch n go back home ....so i have to manage time before i go ballistci on this blog ...iam sure within in next 3 weeks i wud come with it ..


well buddy whoi asked me to wriote on these ....see u off in 3 weeks ..

astalavista buddy
Sagar

Tantra--The Esoteric Science

This blog post is dedicated to one of the last Living Legends on this planet or atleast in Mangalore ymca.The ROCKSTAR RAMESH.Mr.Ramesh is not known to many on this planet(EXCEPT dobhi walla messwalla and his office wallas) coz thats the way he wanted.He is International Man of Mystery.Totally secretive and ignominous.He is so secretive that no one knows where he lives., Even in ymca hostel he is unknown.Even in his room he is unknown coz he has no room mates.No one knows that he works in Aspinhall.Every aunty next to ymca and nurses in athena hospital think he is Jamesbond or somesort of secret agent like TomCruise in Knight and Day.His past is under thick curtain of secrecy.His age stopped at 18 and that was around 20-30 years ago.Not he has frozen time or reversed Ageing via Rasayana sciences of Ayurveda or discovered Sanjivini of ancient scripts or just frozen like Mammoth in ice.He just stopped celebrating his birthday after his 18th year(Great discovery to stop aging.But he denied nobel prize fer his discovery coz he didnt want any more publicity) If i use his Mathmatical Formula to calcualte MY age then my age is just 8 or 9 coz i celeberated my birthday only ONCE and that was in my 3rd grade.

Ther reason for this blog is that sugar sweet ramesh is sick and bedridden.He was simultaneously attacked and molested by group of FEMALE-mosquitoes and resultant by product out of this erotic love game is MALARIA.I just hope he gets wellsoon and this blog is way to kill sometime while he is recovering and rejuvenating.

Jokes apart This Man has got hyper brilliant sense of humour (just like me but fw notches below..Remeber iam the King of Ring in wild sense of ballictic humour) and He goes to extreme lengths to help others even when u dont ask for it .I guess Red Cross has to take few tips from him,Apart from injecting me with his trademark infectious humour., He also introudced me to Sri Chakra Yantra.The highest yantra in Indian spirituality. I dont claim any knowlwdge about this yantra But i know how Tantra yantra and Mantra has become popular in the world depsite those being secret sciences handed over from Guru to Desciple through word of mouth.Quite phonomenal memory we Indians had.Imagine All Vedas and Tons of Ancient Literature passed on for 5000 years before being written and put on paper?.Funny part of East is things wont become popular till West accepts it.Yoga became craze in India only after Beetles and other Westerners embraced it.Gandhism when Jennifer aniston spoke on it.Buddhism became more popular with entrants like Richard Gere.




Similary long long ago when British Ruled India., there was a judge by name John Woodroffe who was judge in Calcuta court,The story goes like this ,Once he was trying to give judgement on some case but whenever He was comming to conclusion and deliver the juddgement., His mind mysteriously developed ache and used to go haywire and confused.It happned many a times before his Indian police friend cracked the mystery behind his infrequent mind attacks,It seems whenever he is about to deliver the judgement ., excately at that moment a Sanyasi outside the court woukld start chanting mantras whioch casued psychic attacks ion judge.Only after driving away the sanyasi ,john woodrofe was able to give judgement.

After this incident., He spent his rest of his life studying Indian scriptures and all esoteric yogic sciences and came out with his magnum opus
KUNDALINI THE SERPENTINE POWER under penname Arthur Avalon which blazed the western societies with Indian wisdom.(I always wonder if there is any link between doctors sign of Two Serpents and same sign of kundalini Two Interlocked Snakes)

I hope the day would come when Rockstar Ramesh would master all 7 Siddhis and 14 Riddhis and all Mantra-Tantras of Athervanaveda and become the most Exalted Swami of South-North India

Viva Ramesh..viva Myself

Black and White

Remember Micheal jackson song ...I dont care if ur black or white ...i guess we should rephrase it as "i just care if ur only white ". Isnt it ."White is in".Black was never in so there is no point in saying "Black is out".Other day i saw a poster of where an internationally acclaimed Indian Spiritual Guru blessing a foreign devotee.Funny is the world where most of Indians love to migrate to West and most of Westerners are attracted to Eastern mysticsm.Hmm..Satisfaction seems to be an utopia.Other side is always green.Isnt it ..Ok comming back to our poster., its ironic to see 9 out of 10 times our Gurus photos with white westerners seldom with Blacks and still rarer is to be with our brethern.,Indians.You can find this in any ashram.Be it Art of Living or Osho or Iskcon. The story is same .White Westerners are given more respect than our own Indians.I dont think its the question of westerners and easterners.Its more White versus Black and White wins always.Obama is case of exception and he is Half white or say half black .We get to see deep racist mind of we Indians in matrimonials advts."Wanted.Female.Fair.Slim.Homely"(Homely means mild mannered shy obedient ..simply put .They want a virgin., not pubbing dancing vixin.Trust me guys ., badder the gal is ..intesrting the life wud be..so stimulating )






I guess Asians especially Indians cant get rid of being ColourConcsiousness.Its been running in our blood fer centuries starting from Aryans.Aryans the foreigners who settled in India were always potrayed as Fair and Handsome and where as Dravidians the local inhabitants as Black and fat lipped.I wonder if we Indians have lost sense of self respect under 400 years of slavery under white imperialistic british.Whatever the reason is or could be ., the White Fact is Black is Out(expect for dresses) and hope iam wrong.If everyone is happy with what they are where would companies of Fair and Lovely and etc creams to make u fair overnight would be.They would go bankrupt overnight and Thanks to our Ignorance we are supporting thosands of jobs and driving the economy by helping such companies.Ignorance is just not Bliss but truly a valuable asset .Isnt it folks??

Remever what Shreya says in film Shivaji to Rajinikanth on why she rejected his proposal

A)She is just eternally 18 and he just touched the age of her youthful great grandfather?

B) She calmly compares their hands.Shreyas fair soft hand to Rajinkaths not-so-fair hand. didnt understand ?..Even Rajinikath didnt undetstand in 1st go ...watch the film if like ...

here by i rest my case /....till next idea zooms into my ever busy cranium n ever rusted cardiac.

How To Get a Girls Attention in 3 steps .....

All journeys end in giving gratitude to all those who helped u in this journey....just few days back an official communique landed on my desk saying a Rarest of Rare news to you and especially newly posted officer like me ..Its as rare as extinct Dodo of Mauritius resurfacing or Snow avalanche in Sahara ..news was abt my transfer orders to to vizag ...immediately i prepared checklist of all i have to do with neutral emotion ....Gifts to Boss, Hostelers and Thank yous to Laundry wallas/mess wallas/cybercafe wallas/etc who made my life comfortable.....Sooner than i cud think i found myself in AC car of Howrah Express ...

It was a long long long journey and a chatterbox like me was feeling drained with lack of conversation with no one ..and my jaw muscles were hopelessly getting rusted due to inactivity ....i scan around ...4 people including me in train ...one chap busily sleeping fer past 14 hours (My my ..appears he wanna break Kumbakarna sleeping record ...) my neighbour ..a hippie is too busy listening to hallucinating songs (pakka druggie i guess)....and the last one ..a Female .. pretty software engg from bangalore ....sticking to cellphone always as if its part of her anatomy ...Damn this cell phones ....

Stretching my long legs across the floor ..slumped n crumpled in my berth .My mind went on debating with whom i shall strike the conversation ..Hippie??..But i dont do heavy music or drugs ..so OUT...How about waking the Sleeping Beauty??NONO impossible stuff ....hmmm..the Pretty Gal is apt...Fer me every gal is pretty ...challo...But i wonder HOW?...what if she rejects out rightly ....it wud be so embarrassing ..and fer next 10 hours ..it wud be awkward....eeeks ...wht am i thinking ....iam Naruto fan..Fear shud be absent ..Moreover its insult to my intelligence if i back of such a small HR coup...Its time to put all those negotiating skills in display After all Lifes is all about Negotiation....Before pulling this Coup., i need to sleeping brain to wake up ...from its slumber ...before i use my tricks i have to wonder what kind of women she is ...Capturing a Girls ..especially a pretty one ..is the Art and Science closely and strongly researched by all Wanna-bes Casanovas, Anthropologists, Behaviorists, Film-writers etc etc...Now here i display a spark enough to dazzle Sun itself ..




Hmm..The Girl is silent ...all the time struck to phone ..speaking softly..hmmm...Firstly i change my brain from Silent mode to Active :...i immediately jump high into air show off my rippling hulk muscles which always wud be in invisible mode(no wonder including me ,no one has seen them yet) ....i do some karate techniques that i taught to Bruce lee n Jet lee ...i do some long n high jumps ...REACTION::.hmm..she hardly bats an eyelid ....she doesn't even give a proper glance at me ....maybe she must have thought iam some street juggler .....Fine ...i guess i have to upgrade my cerebral software to catch her attention

Again ..i upgrade status of mental levels

Active to Extreme: ..now with brute muscles strengths of no avail..i try to show of my skills in other-way ....I find my neighbour druggie and wanna be rock star with weird hairstyle n still weirder goatee searching nervously ...On asking he said his mom wud kill him if she comes to know that he dropped his brand new phone stylus ...(he is a kid...amazing ...must have had fast growing harmones in built in him ..)....after listening to his drug tales fer few minutes i give sagely advice ...""((Now the gal wondered what this Wise man to Vizag would do to ease the situation)) i say .. Just give a missed call to ur mom ...and switch of ur phone ....most probably she wud call back to her ladla beta in train traveling lonely ...when frantically she tries ..u calmly switch on after sometime n call her n tell u lost ur phone ....before she cud scream ur ears off ..tell her u found ur phone ....and just stylus is missing ....Human Mind naturally compares n finds u lost small stuff ..n forgives u ..

Smart tactic ...now the girl attention is ruffled ....i see her pupils enlarge ...hmm..gud ...ice cold silence thawed a little ...but not to required state ....now i go fer final assault ...this shud make or break the silent barrier ...Third and Final step...Get the Gal or get out of Train

Mind mode changed from "" Extreme to Nuclear"" ...Now My mind is powered by Plutonium. The dangerous toxic and lethal radioactive material banned by half the world is too dangerous to my anatomy but as i said ..ONLY 3 STEPS...and this is THE LAST STEP

Now by Now she knows my existence..No more Shock & Awe is necessary. Just smooth scalpel surgery on her psyche to make her get out of her cocoon.

Sitting in my trademark pose ..with legs out stretched across her Zone of Comfort (Psychologically breaking her barrier)..i pop few nuts into my mouth and offer the same to now-happy druggie-hippie..He declines. No wonder as i guessed He wants Pot not Nuts. Immediately i offer the same to her. As usual.,She declines(Perfect to me)
I blurt out "See..No signs saying that its dangerous to accept food from strangers annd strangers r just would be pals"" (A Small Smile broke in corner of her lips ...Enough!!but still not enough )..Now to apply all Sherlock Holmes skills

"So...Is even ur Fiance a software engineer like u ??"

Now this is a master stroke Ace ...Her Eyes spoke more than her mouth ,,?How the hell do u know ?...Do u know my fiancee?..how do u know that iam a software engg?..How?How?

Now that's a trade trick..In what occasion would a girl be all blushing and speaking 24/7 to someone nonstop??Unless its new bf or engagement...simple...Always look into eyes ,,,hair on ears ...they say tons ..

Well buddies ..what followed was Fun till end of Journey.She gave me tips where to find house , directions, etc in vizag...Now most important part of story ..Heres the point when Ego naturally gets puffed up and tries to encash in current situation .Loosely translated it means Exploiting ur Skills fer Selfish Ends ...Here with all my experience i tell u..i warn u ..Misuse your skills even fer Micro moment ..You are Finished...There is no force on this planet that would stop u from suffering of ur wages ..Wages of Sin

Arabian Nights-True Blue Film

Hail Comrades of Cyber world who read my blog ..Hats of and trust me U deserve a Nobel and Param Vir Chakra fer attempting so hazardous ....


whatever ...million apologies fer putting some life into this story now which i have written eons ago ....reason is genuine ...i cudnt come with proper ending ....somethings ever change ,,,even now iam not able to come with convincing end,,,,,but guess some things are impossible ....(Adidas plz note)....



Crowds and Queues are always anathema to my psychology ..hence i seldom go to crowded places like movie halls and shopping malls .Other day to kill some time i ordered a film DVD online ...no not my regular action crime or comic thriller but a real hot adult film.when practicals are zero , theory comes alive ..Its Arabia's 1st Blue movie ever made in its history...what more ., It has 7 "X"s trade mark on the DVD cover symbolizing the extent of its erotica levels ..A book-let is given with warning of adult film in 20 languages in its 21 pages and the last page had pictorial warning on case viewer is illiterate.

The movie name is ""ARABIAN RED HOT NIGHTS -A DESERT EROTICA"" THE very name is quite titillating i wonder how ummu yumu would be the film ...Going by reviews and few teaser pictures on DVD covers..iam sure "Their Blue film" would be better than '"Our Blue film"..yeah akshay kumar film Blue ...after all if their blue movie is the 1st erotic movie shot in vast desert..Our movie is 1st Hindi movie shot in underwater...and our blue film is shot with hot actors in hot undergarments only (thank God i didnt see our blue movie ..who the hell wanna watch sanjay dutt with paunch in semi nude pose)....however any movie wud be better than our blue movie ..But Blue is Blue ..whether its their blue or our blue .Any blue is better than No blue or Some blue is better than Swine flu or Swine flu is better than our Blue or their Blue is better than our swine flu ....oh my confusing buddies ..no more Blues i know u r saying boo hoo hoo and ready to flush this into nearest loo .....okoko...back to review

this book-let says it is banned in entire middle east and other puritan countries.All High Priests and Guardians of Religion after watching this movie million times back-to-back non-stop till DVD got spoilt after over used they issued a ban on this movie .Fatwa has been slammed on it but some conditions are tagged to this maniacal fatwa..Its banned only fer women ..not for men...why ?...i think its like driving being banned for women ...If women know how to drive ...they wud dump their octogenarian husbands who have 60 sixteen year old wives and elope with their drivers etc ...tat cud be the reason or so i guess ...





okoko the story before i drift aside....a Man-our hero ...completely covered except his fierce eyes gaze out of his Bedouin mask a desert warrior ...falls in love with a desert flower ..a Women or a girl or a teenager ..age indeterminate as she is covered totally top to toe with burka ...even eyes r behind the veil ....now enter the villan another masked warrior who has license to thrill on his 2 stroke ...errr double humped camel ......in this love triangle goes on the story ....

whats next?....errr ..heres the real anti climax ...i tried to think out of it but my mind met with story-bankruptcy ...maybe like movie avatar which james cameron made out after 14 years ....i wud come with continuation after .errr 14 days or so ....sorry ...thanks fer reading it till here ....as they say in Japanese fer long good bye SAYONARA

George of the jungle

Wake up Sid..!!!!

Floccinaucinihilipilification ...perhaps that word is son of Godzilla and hybrid anaconda.Askme not the meaning for i myself donno but it seems to be synonymic to something like USELESS....hmmm...i dont hate that word as i co-relate to that word.Here iam...Lonely on this planet.Zillion of universes, Trillions of stars, 6 billion earth population, billion n odd Indias citizenry and Lonely Me....One Life .One Me.

This is the story of Me who got caught in the whirl storm of something i cannot define nor can something that my cerebral strenghths choose to understand.I donno what iam writing nor i know why iam writing and to whom iam writing.Perhaps this is my current mental state.Confused, Confounded, incoherent and Comical.I really wonder why God created me when the world deserves more Gandhis,Nehrus and Mother theresas.But students of Histories and Optimists are happy that He created Me-the Nameless and Faceless and Historyless rather than someHitler or Saddam hussain n thuis fattening their academic books and destroying around the world.

I really wondfer whats the purpose of my life. I sleep with no dreams.Either of Past or Person or Future.Future with no Promise and Past is Insignificant.Present utterly bland..Life is monotonous. Nine to Five job.Ten to Seven Sleep.No sense of combing, No sense of Style, No Sense .Just Nonsense.No bf,No gf,No commitments,No wife,No life.Kitchen knoife seems to have more worth than my life.

I wonder if iam gods only Prototype with all innovative components to touch the excellance reflecting extreme misery.Am i one of those guinea pigs or Lab Rats on this planet fer God or Devil?

Darkness..Darkness..and more Darkness.Everywhere i see ..Every direction ..all my eyes capture is pitch black darkness.Only sound is deafening Silence .More i try to penetrate the darkness...the more it envelopes me .Not just the surroundings but it seems to penetrate even my body ..blood ..veins..bowels ..Entire body saturated to brim by darkness.Darkness which has many synonyms .Frustration.Loneliness.Desperation etc etc many more etcs

This blog began with no theme nor will conclude with tangible conclusion.Is there any rule that everything that has a begining should have end ?.Cant some Ends be
Never Ending?.Frankly i donno what to write more or how to end .My brain has gone blank as it was in the beginning...all blank and conquered by Darkness ,..Wake up buddy

The Curious Case of Cyclone Phyann

NEWS::

"This Week Cyclone Phyan Lashed The Entire Arabian Sea Coast An Unleashed A Havoc"

Scientists, Meteorologists,Weathermen, Navy,Fishermen,Astrologers, Ministers,Roadside Chaiwalla and his Accountant have huddled together on a small island hillock to solve & discuss the the only question prevailing in their minds.

"Why didnt Scientific community or Intelligence agencies failed to predict the oncomming disastrous Cyclone?"

INTELLIGENCE AGENCIES WONDERED, IF ITS REALLY A NATURAL CYCLONE OR A NEW KIND OF WEAPON MADE BY PAKISTAN WITH HELP OF CHINESE WHO HAVE COPIED FROM AMERICA WHO HAVE AVAILED THAT TECHNOLOGY FROM GERMANS DURING WORLD WAR-2 WHO THEMSELVES WERE INSPIRED BY VEDAS OF ARYANS AND ANCIENT INDIAN SCRIPTURES??

Astrologers/Numerologists/Namelogists were wondering if its cyclone in the 1st place ?..Could it be Tsunami part 2 sequel?...or Return of Tsunami?..or Ramu ki Tsunami?(on line of Ramu Ki Aag) Dhoom-33 tsunami with Abeshiks grandson? etc etc ?

Meteorologists and Weathermen were ashamed at their incapacity to predict but blamed "Dark Black Rain Clouds" for blocking weather satellites view hence they were not able to forcast the cyclone

Politcians and local Ministers of the area with their speech writers are going through their revised updated speeches.They have promised very household water connections and also promised to get raingods shower some rains if they are elected to power.Now they have added both the promises and promised Rain-Water for all regions in the coast.

Local Chai walla and his IIM graduate Accountant (Recession forced him to pick this Recession-Proof job) were seriously calculating their spike in Chai-Business.

Indian film faternity finally gave its answer to Titanic in form of Tum Mile(though little late)Mukesh Bhat has cut his film expenses Tum Mile by 75% by forcing to Emran hashmi and soha khan to act in natural setting of flood ridden manglore..Hope this movie works better than Titanic or Bhat will become Butt of jokes

In this misty, wet, rainy atmosphere ..One Person ...famed Manglore rip van winkle ..aka ..james bond ..aka ..Praveen Sagar is oblivious and peacful in midst of all the chaos and tumult taking place around himself..(Not that He is Courageous or Confident or someother super quality that Newspapers connect him with but He just didnt understand the seriousness of the Situation)..Asusual ..Lonely and Lovely...He/I pens the following in my diary record.Its raining Cats and Dogs ...err ..say its "lashing Dinosaurs and Dragons."Local transportation has come to grinding halt .All lanes & roads are filled with water.But being a coastal place , Navy and local Fishermen have taken over to provide transportation facilities.Bikes & Buses were no longer causing traffic jams but Steamers n Ships n Trawlers do ....

My life is still the same ..lonely n lovely.....Same old office ..Same old food ..Same old lifestyle ....Food is same ...Kanada breakfast ...Gujurathi lunch(now this reminds me of someone very sweet) , Chinese dinner....But "Phir be Dil hai Hindustani."

Office is still the same .Except it is shifted from ground floor to top floor on the coconut tree(in manglore coast we have plenty of coconut trees ..very very tall..wonder how being so tall n erect can they maintain balance n how water shoots to its leaves)..But no longer i sleep on my desk.I ordered myself a hammock.Women in office are still the same .One is as slim as a snake..but here the snake is an giant mutated Anoconda.Another is voloptous(with slight adjustment to the meaning of word voloptous to fit in her mammothic size figure)..All over the walls "Mimosas" have bloomed (Mimosas Idiot ..not Samosas)(Mimosas are Touch-Me-Not plants which close their leaves on touched.So lovely they are , Its joy to watch them cringe on touched..Miracles of Nature I suppose.No wonder Greenary n Nature are my 1st love always)

Earlier i used to go to office by walk or auto..Now i take a trawler boat or still better ..swim across... Sometimes with sharks for company or with Akshay Kumars Film Blues crew.They are still trying to figure ,what went wrong with the movie down there.

Due to cyclone , Communcations systems have gone katput.All TV programmes have gone off the air.Hence people are spared from Reality Shows(Alas, people are now looking desperately for another way to kill themselves ).Now people here , do not know if Bigboss3 is still running or everyone ranway from house including amitabh bachan or worse still Abeshik bachan has joined as latest entrant(to boost his sagging career)?? Worse still People dont know my latest phone number....

Now comming back to the Question Why did cyclone form in west coast ??Complex questions have simple Solutions or so said Sherlock Holmes (my hero).This single supreme event is set due to a chain of unexplainable , complex cosmic reaction which set the cyclone.Now whats that Supreme Event? Are Aliens landing somewhere in arabian sea?Has some meteor struck the Arabian Sea?Exposing burkha has been designed? or WHAT WHAT WHAT ???Now here comes the Anticlimax whose ending is worse than movie Ram gopal varmas Agyats climax..Simple..

I changed my phone number...from 9848790069 to 9986748592Hard to believe ?(BUT HAVE TO BELIEVE buddy)...Simple Numerical change has effected the climate and created depression in the arabian sea which has led to cyclone..

Not Possible?..Then how can ones life can be changed with change of name or one letter ..How does Numerology work or Astrology ?...well..now thats the story fer another blog ...till then ....Adios ..catch me at 09986748592 anyday after 5.30 pm bye folks and i really admire ur herculean patience and levithian effort you put in reading this ...Sayonara

Obituary Orkut

SOME THING ABOUT NOTHING

Lazing on my bed with absolute no awareness of anything on this planet one can say either iam on deep meditations LIKE a saint or I am on high trip on some drugs like LSD or Ecstasy. Hmmm this phenomenon is exclusively reserved for Sunday mornings but today is no Sunday but something special indeed. Today would be my last day in Hyderabad or worse still my last day even in Andhra Pradesh. Tomorrow by this time I would be experiencing the sands of coast sticking to my barefoot in Manglore.So i wanted to jot down something

For a quite a long time I tried juggling some words and reproduce some blog after all this is my last blog from Hyderabad . But with no avail. My mind went total dead . My brains neuro transmitters stopped producing happiness inducing chemicals like dopamine. All horror stories from newspapers like swine flu, terrorism., flood havoc , Chinese aggression , or some mumbo jumbo hardly produces tremor in my mental process. My body is already atrophied out of sheer laziness. Id, diwali, dusherra, ramzan or tribal newyear day has the same effect.. Like all previous years and incarnations. I just sleep by 10 wake up at 6. No prayers nor Celebrations. Be it Armageddon or Judgment day or End of the World or prologue to 3rd world war..Life is monotonously monotonous. Let the Asteroid or Earth-targeting-Meteor pinpoint my room. Let all Green House Gases increase in manifold and engulf the planet thus suffocating the life. Come what may-Accelerating Deforestation or Decelerating Water tables. Let the Aliens from Mars and Pluto invade World and enslave it to the last man and woman (Rakhi sawant exempted.., who can take her tantrums). Whatever happened .Come what may.

WHO CARES….!!!!

FOR ME WORLD MEANS NOTHING AND FOR WORLD IAM NON-EXISTENTIAL.

That should square up the things

Still nothing seems to flash in my mental screen yet. I fiddle my pen aimlessly on my paper pad. I see my cell phone in one remote corner which has got rusted –last time someone called on personal basis was in Jurassic age. I make a mental note that I should try to call some friends whom I guess,belive that I ve become some kind of mummy in Egyptian pyramids or lab rat for testing Aids Vaccine or worse still.. a gay marrying rahul mahajan on tv swyamvar

. . Phew…So many thoughts- nameless-aimless, senseless-useless slam my mind but none are worth my attention.. As I put my degrading zero-creative mind path into vaccum , I observed that slowly my mind slipping into some black hole kinda emptiness .From Emptiness to Loneliness. I recognize , the next step would be Depression or still worse Hallucination or even Death .

Lonliness can be dangerous especially when it makes u lose the sense of time and space. With no friends n foes, boyfriend or my sweet girlfriend, Tv or Internet, comics or novels..Mind finds no anchor to hang on.It finds no outlet for creative expression …when mind gets clouded with lonliness ..all strong impressions in your memory , like happiest or darkest moments in life esp negative memories start floating in ur mind. Dormant forgotten fears n tears become active..Typical Mind feeding on Mind Phenomena. All my creative skills to combat the tricks of mind seem to have depleted due to lack of human contact in recent times, either physically or virtually.

Face book / Orkut /Email /Snail mail /cellphone / pigeon-courier all other sources of communication were deleted last month. Several reasons came into my mind for that act but no single reasons in particular. Truth has many sides. I donno why I deleted my mail accounts ,

Neti , Neti –Not this , Not this ---Chandogya Upanishad
I guess coz iam too jealous at the photos people show off

Neti Neti

I guess I could not stand empty scrapbook

Neti Neti

I guess social networking sites are plain wastage of time

Phew …I donno ..who cares …neither u nor myself …..so let us give it a decent burial without raking up the past kimonos. I really donno what iam writing as well.Its Some thing about Nothing or Nothing about Something.

Hmm….Its time to bid adieu to Hyderabad where I grew up right from the days I was toddler…..hmmm…its only matter of days before my mind automatically erases the past memoirs to start a fresh slate (trust me , having a extreme short term memory is an advantage .No emotional baggage and no nostalgia )



Remember what they say in Romanian…

Prin depratea dragstea se vita (Long gone , Soon Forgotten )-Same with memories

Viva YMCA….Viva Hyderabad

MID NIGHT PSYC-OPS

Time is 3 am. Blessed with super sharp senses , I sprang up at 1st sign of impending danger. My ears strain for signs of movement in pitch darkness of room…trying to catch some glint of knife …or hear some cocking of pistol…whooshing sound of garrotte……smell body odour..sweat…..anything…but no avail..my opponents have concealed themselves well. Though my body is no longer as active as it was in my prime , my 6th was nevertheless as good as ever. Then suddenly out of dark, there came attack…attackers hit me with full force ….one after another ..every strike of my enemies hit on all vital parts of body thus bleeding me bodily. Who could they be?...CIA or KGB hitsquads?...iam sure they are dispatched by Pakistan to eliminate before I take the hot seat in India policy making. Aahh…this is it its PREMPTIVE STRIKE..no doubt this is handiwork of ISI from Pakistan.

As I was too dazed to react I hear them doing victory dance like tribals after their hunt. Eeeks they are not some elite special forces trained in behind the enemy lines operations. They are just black bold big mosquitoes with sharp steely hypodermic needle that punctured my bruce lee body and sucked half my hyper pure blood. Before I could react I found my cell going crazy due to repeated assault of wifi signals. Hmm,,,,,I just check my orkut..no scrap since independence days….try rediffmail…no mail since Jurassic period….try yahoomail…even spam stopped visiting my inbox….check gmail…twitter…hifi...phew..looks like humanity have forgotten that a man like me exists. Last stop facebook resulted in jackpot..one message .first since man went to moon and planted flag on behalf of humanity. Wow those golden words read “how come no blog since feb2009”..now I guess that feb2009 is from stone age. now I stand on my head (seershasana)which is first part of my ritual that I do before I pen down. It helps my rusted n unused my brains back to its place in my head(left unused it slipped into legs). I put some water in ears which would has same effect on my brain as oil and grease to rusted vehicles.

What should I write?...my bland love life which is has same status of sahara desert with no oasis anywhere or my financial status which has gone down the negative levels without aid of subprime crisis and subsequent financial recession(why cant some govt put me on endangered species list and give me some financial stimulus package) or or what ???...hmmm….whatever ,,,here I go ..this article which iam writing totally extempore is dedicated to some geek in Canada running NOT behind trees in rain with his lady love …but preparing himself physically and mentally for entry into worlds greatest prison. Yeah, he is getting estranged into wedlock soon…my deepest sympathies buddy…

Hmm….all my pre-article ritual s are over yet no idea pushes into my cranium box. So I wtore whatever that comes into my mind. For once I reverse the process of mental activity. I remember reading book Q&A super book which is known to world as slumdog millionaire(stupid movie). Entire book is written in question and answer and story behind answer format. So I try to copy the same with equally awkward questions equally awkward explanations


In corporate world when we attend question firing squad HR interview, we are shot with age old questions for example

Q ) Tell me about yourself?

A) I am sure 9/10 would pose this question. So what do they want to know ?. about our past life (that’s in resume) or to tests our communication skills (that can be concluded with ease by end of interview) But whats the correct answer?. Wise mandarins give hundred answers yet its still has no valid perfect reply. Why?..i believe bcoz it has no answer.. why ?
How can there be any answer to such subjective question? By the way ancient sages of our country has propounded if we know who and what we are , we have reached the end of quest and we attain nirvana the ultimate salvation. Isn’t the toughest question in Vedanta is WHO AM I ?if sages struggled fr centuries cracking their wits and going nuts over such a grand question how can we , ordinary mere mortals can answer it?.

How can we tell aboutself? Whenever second we are dying and being born anew?. Thousands of cells are dying in our body every second and thousands are being generated freshly carrying our life forward(towards graveyard ofcoourse heeee) every moment is dying to make way for new..every second is new . wheneverythng is changing …when everything is so dynamic how can we speak what we are ?....

poeple say to speak what we are over a period of time ..oh my ,,,,now that wonderous…how .,,,buddy we are not animals who have set tendencies. They have same qualities all through their lives. Hence they can be easily predicted, hunted and tamed. But we are humans with brain . we are and can be totally unpredictable we can be anything we want. Every day our mind is getting changed depending upon all the tons of information’s that’s pounding in our heads through media.Every day new feature of life gets exposed depending on circumstances we face in this world then how can we say what excately we are ?...or atleast I don’t
Psychometric tests are for dumb as they can be beaten with ease or atleast I did twice in a row. A person who doest change according to the world is living in fossilized world self created and what more he is insulting the the Gods gift of free will. Yeah if there is anything that’s predicable in human nature is his unpredictability


THE ULTIMATE MYSTERY OF MILLENNIUM CONTINUES..............