Wednesday, December 29, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
There are certain things in life which requires constant touch to be good at it - from riding a bicycle to our handwriting. There are certain things that are very characteristic of you. Some people create something characteristic of themselves and some are born with it. I was born with nothing and it took me a lot of time and effort to have those 14 people on the right side of that page to follow my blog. To be true my blog even got me my job (FYI)! So it’s high time I started feeding my thoughts into my blog before Blogger scraps my page off! Be right back...
Friday, January 1, 2010
A guy was waiting at the bus stop, letting go nearly seven buses, hoping to get a direct bus to his destination. Fed up of waiting, he took some other bus. As, he tried to find a 2x2 square feet space in the bus to avoid himself landing on someone’s lap when the bus driver brakes, he found himself leaving (in slow motion) the bus stop and the bus for which he was waiting. Cursing himself, he tried to find the conductor to get his ticket. He saw a patch of brown uniform and tried to scratch him by poking his hand through a small gap. To his surprise he heard the conductor’s voice from the direction right opposite to where he tried to poke his hands. With the help of a series of smart and swift moves he caught hold (literally) of a seat in a jam-packed bus. He reached his destination which was a computer training centre where he was attending his training classes.
He reached very early to the class and was waiting for some of his friends to arrive. One of his friends was a guy who had come all the way from Delhi to attend this computer training. After two hours of lecture they had to take three hours of practical session. Between these two sessions, he had enough to time to have a break and a leak. This guy was so very shy that he always uses a separate rest room instead of the open-for-all one. Through the ventilation he saw the adjacent building where people were working and suddenly got an awkward feeling whether they also saw him. So he hurried out of the rest room hastily. He and two of his friends went to the top floor to get some fresh air. Once his practical session was over, he and the Delhi guy left the class together. The Delhi guy forced him to have lunch in a restaurant nearby. The restaurant was almost full, but somehow they managed to get a place to fill their stomachs with a Dosa each. He bade goodbye to that Delhi guy and crossed the road to catch the bus on the other side. At the bus stop he saw three girls, who were also attending the class with him, waiting for the bus. Pretending not to have seen them, he was waiting for the bus and took it when it came not before fifteen minutes. He reached his place and walked to his home. On his way home, he acknowledged his cousin sister who came right opposite to him, with a smile. After reaching home, he fell on the sofa relaxing for some time and then went to the washbasin to wash his face. There he found out that an important part of his pant was not closed. He found his pant to be unzipped! His mind started wondering for how long he had been roaming around like this. He started feeling awkward. He went back in time to figure out when and how it had happened to him. He finally narrowed down to the rest room fiasco at computer class. He reckoned that it was from that time onwards he had reverted back to his baby days! The rest of the day was spent on thinking about how stupid he was. Last thing I wanted to say is to be careful that it doesn’t happen to you, because that guy was unfortunately me!
P.S. When asked about this stupid act of mine to the Alchemist fame, Paulo Coelho, he said, “It’s a good omen, because you’ve made people around to look at you with awe. This tells me that you’ll become famous one day.”