Itz Raining !!

“Itz raining…” came a shrill voice from drawing hall. That was my sister.

It was 7:00 AM…a pleasant Saturday early morning. Window panes were bearing tiny transparent pimples, which the rain droplets had caused. It was cool outside. It had just started drizzling. I was in my bed under the blanket, warm and cozy in half sleep. Eyes were refusing to let the light come in. People just don’t understand the bliss that lies behind the morning slumber. A sluggish state where you don’t know how to get up or you do not want the act of getting up to happen.

“Awesome Weather !!!!!!” My inner-self which is still awake said

“Yeah…..ahhhhhh (Yawn)” I yawned to acknowledge.

“Get up you lazy dog” again my inner-self

“Shut up” this is me..the real me

😦 Go get lost…” (My inner-self has started using smileys..!!!!). I didn’t care. I just wanted to sleep in this kewl weather. Nothing else I wanted to do

Again I was asleep. I could hear the rain drops hitting the ground. “wwoooooooowww…what an awesome state of mind??…” My thoughts wandered. I was there in the bed fast asleep…I could feel the gravity of the sleep which was pulling me deep down in to some state of mind, which I couldn’t explain here. It was some subconscious vortex into which I’m being pulled into…I could feel the chemical reactions that were taking place in my stomach. That feeling gave me comfort. A comfort of sleeping. The state of eternal Bliss!!!

“Hey get up…Paper boy didn’t come today. Get The Hindu, Dinamalar, and one Deccan Chronicle. Get up….” My sis again.

Why do people read newspapers early morning. ? I was interrogating myself on peoples’ ignorance on morning sleep. How can they afford to sacrifice such a nice time? I remembered one proverb TIME IS PRECIOUS. Time will not wait for anybody, so why wasting it when it is available right now at your feet? So continue sleeping. I closed my eyes.

“Podi…adellaam Mudiyathu ” I said  (“Get lost….That’s not possible”)

“Hey get up Anna. See the weather. How cool it is. It will be like a morning walk. You would have never seen this. (Anna = Brother)

“Hey get up. Appa has gone to temple. You should only go now…” This is mom (Appa = Father)

“ It is just 7:30 ma….who will keep all shops open???” I fumbled. I couldn’t speak as my face was held deep inside the pillow. I hugged the pillow and tried to sleep again, just then the voice came again

“Go n see how many people are awake…how many people go for morning walk…see how many people have started working…How would you know when you don’t get up??…” That was my mom.

“cha…”

I got up with all my weight of laziness pulling me back again towards the bed. I stepped into the bathroom. The floor was cool as ice. I felt lazy to brush but I had to. So I reached for the brush in the stand, laid the toothpaste from start to end of the bristles. After 10 minutes I came out.

“Ma…Coffee..”

“coming….”

After the hot coffee, I set out my journey in the cool weather to get newspapers. I came out of the house. The stray dog was happily sleeping under the car shed. My inner conscience didn’t respond to my thought. I was jealous over the dog and its undisturbed sleep. I got down the road and started walking slowly. There was a slight drizzle and cool breeze. I could smell the fragrance of the wet mud and a nice smell of the Poori Masala which was being prepared in the Fast Food nearby hindering my olfactory sense. Steam was emanating from the Idly cooker that was kept in the FF Stall.

I was clad in my light, sandalwood tinted, 3/4th Tracks and dark blue round neck t-shirt. I could see Goosebumps sprouting all over my skin coz of this chill Weather. My hands were chill and the Goosebumps were clearly visible as if somebody had planted something in my skin. I wiped the rain droplets that flowed down my hands. It had started raining! How can someone sell newspaper in this rain?. I’ve seen sellers spreading out all the newspaper on the platform and assemble each and every supplement together which are then distributed to many, to be sold out. I was searching for some place to protect myself getting drenched. And at last found one under a small petty shop. Time was melting like Ice. I waited for 15 mins. I wanted to leave and get back to my Bed. Some more people came running to protect themselves from the downpour. I was thinking about how can someone eat ice-cream when it rains. I heard some people like eating one. Trisha ate one in the movie Adhi. She came running in the rain fully drenched and ate a cup of ice-cream. Wandering Mind!

When I was about to leave. I saw her. I saw her, whom I haven’t seen before … She came running towards me, found one place to stand. She was standing next to me. She was partly drenched. She was wiping the droplets of water in her face. She looked Beautiful with that and I couldn’t stop seeing her. Her green color Patiala style chudidar was filling my eyes. My eyes were over flowing with the green color. I was thinking about some Go-Green Initiative. Is this the one?? She couldn’t control the curliness of her hair that fell on her eyes. She was holding it back frequently with her long thin fingers which were adorned with well kept tiny nails. Her duppatta was almost wet and I could notice that she was not comfortable with that. Anyways I couldn’t help her in that. She was already cute and this rain, this weather was making her cuter. She was in some hurry. She kept seeing her watch. I was thinking ….What the hell she is doing in this early rainy morning??

PING PONG. My Mobile Rang. It was a message alert. There was two option for me

1.Read and 2.Cancel.

I pressed Read Button.

The message read…

“Each day I meet
Someone New,
But Nvr find another
Person like u,
The world is full of people it true…
Yet no one ever equals U…
Gud Mrng :)”

 

People are too active to get up, so early in this Saturday morning and forward messages. Thanks to Technology. It has made people Active!!!!

“Hi….” Came the voice from behind. She was standing next to me.

“Hi …” I smiled. I didn’t want to leave!

“ Do you know where is the SBI ATM nearby??” She put her query innocently.

I was searching for words. I knew where it is. But my thoughts didn’t flow freely like Captain Cook Salt. I gained all my conscious. I came out of that lazy boy mind. I came out of the restless boy who lost his morning sleep. I delivered..

“Well..it’s in Big Street, near the School…You know that school rite?”. I  finished

“Yeah OK……I’ll see that. Thank You”

“No props…” I said. The rain had stopped. I started leaving. She started with me. We found that, both of us were heading towards the same street.

“Oh…you too going this way??” I asked her in an anticipation to continue the conversation

“Yeah, so u too?” she smiled and came forward.

“I’m Archana” She introduced herself. “We just came to this place last night…wanted to go for a morning stroll. But then it started raining..and I had to come under the shelter..hehe…”  She was smiling. I don’t know how girls smile so much! As she said this I was expected to introduce myself. So I told her my name.

“So where are you from?” I asked.

“I’m from Bangalore. I’m staying in my aunt’s house here in Chennai. Just came last night. I told you before….”

“Yeah fine….so what are you up to? College?”. I was unable to guess her age. I knew it’s ‘not so called a gud practice’ to ask a girl, her age. And don’t want to take any risks asking something which you ought not to! I previous had experiences guessing a girl’s age incorrectly. Thank god the consequence didn’t turn out worse.

“College is over & I’m waiting for my call letter from….” She mentioned a well known software firm.

“Oh cool…So enjoying your holidays I guess…”

“No yaar…It was fun initially but I got bored of killing time like hell…how long to wait? It’s been 4 months I’m whiling away time…” she exposed her cute frustration in her face.

The small wrinkle on her forehead, which was alive for a momentary period of time, added to her cuteness. The short-lived change, that brought an expression, that made the me blind, in spite of my perfect vision still under operation!!

“Oho..It will take time. They’ll call randomly…” I was telling her as if I decide the recruitment process of the firm in which she got placed.

“Hey…you didn’t tell me what are you doing??” she winked.

“you didn’t ask me!..” I replied. I was trying to get into my Humor Shoes but then didn’t want to spoil the image (!!???) which I had built for the past 10 minutes. The ATM was nearing.

“I’m a Software Engg” I said. She acknowledged.

“Anyways nice meeting you. It was good talking to you…” She ended. I was taken aback. I didn’t expect that this conversation will end so soon 😦. Are we going to leave without exchanging any Mobile no,  mail ID, Gtalk ID, ORKUT name…what is this? Is this what you expect after a long conversation. That too with a girl who u have been looking at admiring her green dress, nails, face with raindrops n all ??. I was thinking of ways to get some contact. But how?? I was thinking. Thinking hard on information retrieval. God Please help…

He helped me of course ! When she started leaving towards the ATM entry, My Mobile rang PING PONG. She turned back and smiled. I was cursing the one who is sending messages at this time. What else to do? It struck in my mind, in that Microsecond gap when I took the cell out from my pocket.. The processors inside me has started working fast. Grrrrr8 Idea. This will surely work. No time to waste, I acted fast. I was ready to take risk at the cost of my mobile.

“uuuuffffffff” I shouted and dropped my cell down!!!!! It landed with a THUD and dismantled itself on the floor. The back panel was lying near my feet. The Battery was thrown somewhere away. It wasn’t a Nokia model

“What happened?” she came back with some concern in her face which I noticed again.

“Nothing….I dropped my cell..ptch” I said sadly bending down to reach my Mobile’s different parts! I was sad & Happy. Sad for my mobile’s present condition. Happy on my victory of her getting back to me. I picked up the parts & was assembling. Things were wet.

“Is that fine?” She looked at my dilapidated (!!??) mobile.

“I should check” I said. I switched it on and asked her “Hey can I use your cell. Just wanna check, calling my mobile.”

“Sure” She handed over her mobile to me and I started keying in my mobile number in the pressing her mobile’s rubber key pad and pressed CALL.

My Mobile rang. The screen was blinking with some unknown number calling message. “Its working. Fine” I said. “Well that’s my Number you wanted to know” came the voice . I lifted my face up in astonishment.

When I lifted my face I couldn’t see her. She was not there. She has gone. I saw my other hand. It was empty. Where did her mobile go? I couldn’t understand what was happening. I saw the sky. The atmosphere was clear. No rain. No Wet Roads. I was lying  in a bed in a corner of an empty dark room. I could see the tiny dust particles rising in the Beam of Sunlight, which is entering the room through the exhaust fan vent. I was bewildered on the events happening. What has happened? Where is the ATM? Where am I? What am I doing in this dark, dusty, abandoned, cobwebbed room. Each of my hands and legs were tied to the poles near the bed. I tried to shout. But I was unable to. My volume was totally lowered. I was shouting, but it appeared as if I was whispering to myself. No point in shouting now. I turned, twisted, strained to relieve myself from this torture. I  could see something written on my hand. I twisted it and the words read…..I WANNA PLAY A GAME ! ARE YOU READY? LET THE GAME BEGIN !!!! I was horrified. I remember watching the horror movie S.A.W, sometime before in my system. Now I had to free myself from this trap. I didn’t know what to do!!! I looked down on the floor…..

Three papers were lying untouched.

THE HINDU

DINAMALAR

DECCAN CHRONICLE

“I don’t want to play this game” I shouted. My heartbeat was at its peak.

I could feel some sharp instrument doing something in my hand. I closed my eyes &  shouted again “I don’t want to play this game”

“Who asked you to play a game, early in this morning? Get up you ‘loose’ (loosu = mad). See the time its 7:40 now” came the voice from behind.

I opened my eyes. Blinked twice, thrice. I could see my sister standing beside me and waking me up. I was at home in the same Bed, warm & cozy with my naughty sister disturbing as usual. Thank God!!!!. I’m not playing any game now. I’m not tied to any Pole. I’m not in any old, dusty, abandoned, cobwebbed room. I got up and sat straight. My heart was still beating heavily. I saw my computer table. Two New DVDs of ‘S.A.W’ movie were lying on the table My sister was looking at me like some comedy happening in front of her. I saw my hand. Something was written in it. My eyes opened wide. I read thru the lines It read.

LOOSU GET UP…LOOSU GET UP

My sister has scribbled it. I smiled. I looked out of the window pane. It was slightly drizzling. But the nightmare has driven all my sleepiness in air. I had watched the movie last night till 12:00. That’s the effect. I got down the bed and proceeded towards the bathroom with my toothbrush. Mom gave a cup of Coffee. I was sipping it slowly thinking about the dream I had just few minutes before. My sister came near me with her cup of coffee and asked

“What game were you talking about when I was scribbling in your hand Anna?”

“I didn’t talk anything about any game?. Gone mad uh?” I said

“No Anna. You were blabbering when you are asleep” she was giggling. I realized that, I was shouting really. I was somniloquing (Talking when sleeping)

“Oh you are asking about that? Actually, you see……in my dream, I wanted to play NFS, but my friend was asking me to play Age of Empires. I was telling him I don’t want to play that game. OK…OK go and get me my wallet and umbrella. I’ll go and get the newspapers.” I said and started my morning walk.

I was still thinking about…..what’s her name?…errr…the girl in..whats the color of her dress??…blue?…no no it must be red I suppose. I was walking alone in the streets. Nobody was awake. I could see the stray dog awake under the car shed. I could smell the fragrance of the wet mud and the nice smell of the Poori Masala which was being prepared in the Fast Food nearby….

PING PONG. Message Alert !!! I took my cell out and opened the unread message. It read….

“Each day I meet

Someone New,

But Nvr find another

Person like u,

The world is full of people it true…

Yet no one ever equals U…

Gud Mrng :)”


The Message seemedso familiar!!!

Bike – My Passion !

Bike….My Passion

Yea…it had been a dream for me, when I saw a Bajaj Pulsar screeching past my side. I was 17. In three more years, I’ll come out of my Teen loop. I dunno how to ride a bike (???…How 2 drive a Bike will be apt here….) Pulsar was amazing. The girl at the pillion too :-). I wanted to learn. But how?. My brain’s crushed, squeezed….it ran brute force algorithm to find all possible ways to learn driving a bike….My chemistry mam was busy with the Benzene Ring structure and its explanation. My thoughts came back to the class. I was uninterested. Benzene ring did not make any spark in my mind. I was still thinking about Pulsar.

I saw the same Pulsar with the upgraded specification. Improved Style, Improved CC, Improved Accessories, and what not?. I was 20. Three years passed like 3 minutes. I was bit happy. I had mastered driving a Bike. I was bit sad too. I did not know how to drive a bike WITH GEAR! Honda Activa became my First Luv, when I met one of my friend after a long time. He taught me just ABC….I mastered till XYZ. Honda Activa was easy. Just a game of Throttle and Break. My uncle too had a transition from his TVS 50 to Honda Activa. I was happy to see that again. same GOLD colored bike. So it became a routine, whenever I visited my uncle, I would ask him for a ride and he’ll give the key with caution “Careful!!!” . I’ll get the Key and go all the streets of Triplicane. In one such ride, I had to put a sudden break when a guy crossed my Activa. I could see the indicator beaming in Yellow. I was again into my unfulfilled dream. He was riding an awesome Black Bajaj PULSAR DTSi 180 CC Bike. He already left. I raised the throttle to go back Home. My Lecturer was busy connecting the Data Cable of 8085 Microprocessor Training Kit to the PCB (Printed Circuit Board) which was fabricated with the series of Red LEDs and some bunch of Resistors of 0.5 MilliOhms, and few capacitors of 0.5 MicroFarads. My wandering thoughts came back to the Applied Electronics Lab. There were some plates of ICs which did the job millions of formerly said Resistors and Capacitors. God knows what an Electrical Engineering student has to do with these Circuit boards though electronics was stuffed in the curriculum. I was asked to find the gain of the Transistor. Transistor Specification was given in the Laboratory Manual. I took my Scientific Calci to proceed. My lab dress was stinking like a wet Dog. I did not wash it, last weekend

Passion keeps changing not only for Bikes !

You see a girl. She look damn gorgeous. You wanna say “Honey I Luv U. Be my Valentine. Will U??”. You wanna marry her. You wanna make her ur life partner, for ur Life time. You want her to be ur world. You keep thinking about her all day, all night. You imagine yourself riding a Bike and she is seated in the pillion..(OMG…again bikes here????) You imagine having dinner in a roof top restaurant. Thinking all these, you doze off in your bed @ Home. You hug the pillow and sleep tight. The next day, you see someone in your work place, so cute, so pretty awesome. She is beautiful too ! Now our mind shifts it gear from 2 to 3 and then to 4 (Oh..wll u please stop this comparison of bikes n gears???). You again slide into your dream world. This time no dinner, no riding. You imagine yourself with her in a Sea side relaxing in cool blue T-shirt and denim shorts. She smiles, u smile back, and u will want to eat Sundal, if  the place being Marina Beach and after all the romance, u come back from your dreamz. It will be 6:00 AM in the Clock and you get ready for the days work. Waiting for 10 more minutes on that day, ur bus being late, you happen to see someone waiting for the bus too. Unfortunately she happens to be working in some other Company. Her bus comes. She leaves, adjusting her free hair in the corner of her cheeks. you again go back to ur thoughts….oh sorry u can’t afford that. Your Bus has come. You too leave adjusting ur Tie and ID Card. (Copy Cat !). See how your passion keeps changing??? Keep your window open so that, u can again spot someone cute, gorgeous, beautiful, awesome again!!!!!!!!!!

It happened for me too. not the above paragraph. Pulsar’s Love faded slowly, gradually. It was an exponential decay in the curve. I saw something more attractive than Pusar. TVS Apache RTR FI 160 and I had fallen in Luv. Luv for Apache! Even Pulsar 220 CC didn’t interest me. I was mad on Apache. Its Red color really engulfed me into its beauty. It was sexy. My thoughts were still in the air along with the millions of Radio Frequencies and the Mobile Base Station Signals. The project period was still wasted like hell. We were sitting in the Computer Lab of our EEE Dept, busy browsing through the Micrcontroller Datasheet. Not even an inch of progress in the Circuit Board. ICs were haphazardly lying beside the SMPS (Switched Mode Power Supply) and Battery Eliminator. The Frequency generator was innocently showing a greenish sine wave. Project mates were busy with their discussion on yesterdays tiring journey to Kodaikanal. I was staring at a stray dog sleeping happily outside the Lab window, without any worry about the First project Review next week. The project title was flashing in my mind – Real Time Based Auto Solar panel Tracking System

One fine Saturday morning, the sun was mild in its rays. it was August. My neighbor uncle was getting ready for some work. I sprang into his bike and said, “I’m going to drive this today….”. He acknowledged my request and started it. And asked me to drive. I raised the throttle. The bike jerked and the engine went off. I then realized the fact that driving a GEAR bike is not a child’s play ! Sunday was not too bad. He taught me how to handle the Clutch and the Throttle. The same starting problem 😦 I couldn’t understand why the engine switches off when I come to a halt. i was able to move only few inches forward with jerks. I had lotsa things to learn.

You should put the gear in Neutral, my boy…“. He used to say 100 times when the engine goes off.

The Clutch-Gear-Throttle-Neutral co-ordination was complex! I had to concentrate on everything in the bike. Every mechanism that made Bike run, made me quite uncomfortable learning it. But I had to overcome this anyhow. I should learn driving a GEAR Bike. That was my dream. Above all, the bike was heavy. God! Please help me. Damn heavy bike with complex procedures to start, to run and to stop. I was getting tense.

How the F**K people drive these monsters??…” I was frowning. I know this will not help me in learning any ways. I had to learn. So I accepted things as it was.

TRY TRY TRY Until U Succeed!

I tried , tried, tried & tried more…., but the engine was so arrogant that it always goes off, whenever I put the bike on halt. One fine evening, I had mastered the technique 🙂 The golden words reverberated in my Heart….”You should put the gear in Neutral, my boy…” From that day, whenever I came to a halt, I transitioned the gear to Neutral. The engine was stil alive. I was Happy. Finally some positive reply from the other side. Bike was so nice to me. It obeyed my command. Thats Good !

The D-Day decided. I decided to get a bike. You know which model??. PULSAR ! But there were lots of opposition from all sides. First stood my father.

“NO. Thats too heavy to handle. You can’t control it. Better get a Splendor”. This was my papa

“NO. Pulsar is so fast. It gives heavy jerk. You’ll be thrown out. Please don’t get it..”. This was my mom

“NO. It has very less Mileage. You won’t get the spare parts so easily. Its not economic…”. This is my neighbor.

So response is so bad. Same was the response for Hero Honda Hunk, Hero Honda CBZ, TVS Apache. What to do?. I was cribbing. But finally considering the mileage and the weight of the vehicle, I accepted that all others were right. I was not wrong ! So I decided to get a bike which had gud looks, gud mileage, gud style and comparitively less heavy Bike. I googled, yahooed, did an image search, compared the rates, specifications, style, and colors. After all the analysis, i narrowed down to one bike, my beast, my monster which will obey my orders, which wil take me anywhere I wanted without any troubles.

Yes Hero Honda Passion. This is the one I initially wanted to get. After mastering the GEAR Vehicle, I’ll get the one I really want. This will do now. We started on Friday to the Hero Honda Outlet. Selected the color and model. The cash was paid and cheque has been given. We took the Bike outside. After feeding it with a Liter of Petrol, Keeping the gear in Neutral, I kick started the bike. It smiled and the engine came into action. Then I held the clutch, transitioned the gear from Neutral to 1 and slowly releasing the clutch and rising the Throttle simultaneously, in some Sync, the Bike moved forward smoothly.

Success ! My first Bike, First Start…All went fine. Atlast, I’m the proud owner of my Awesome RED-BLACK Hero Honda Passion Plus. The same day, I bought a Helmet too. The next day, I went with my neighbor Uncle to purchase accessories for my Bike – Tank Cover, Seat Cover, Handle Grip, Engine Cover & lottu & Losku. Finally, my bike is dressed appropriately to suit the Chennai driving conditions. I asked my sister to take some snaps of my bike along with me. So that I could upload it in ORKUT and tell all my friends about my new Luv. I finished typing the article Bike – My Passion ! at around 10.35 PM. WordPress was helping me a lot in the typo errors and spelling mistakes, which I did frequently.It was October 2nd. No Office. Holiday!. I was seriously keying in the article…No…my personal experience on GEAR Bike. No, No….My Dream which came into reality….whatever. I’m 23 now, Happy, Excited and satisfied. I can drive a Gear Bike 🙂 I know how to drive a Bike (I need not specify it as GEAR Bike…coz, it has become default when I say “BIKE”). I had a gr8 passion for Bikes, that’s why I got a Passion Plus!!…woooooooooooow 🙂

Some of my friends’ comments seeing my Bike pics in Orkut…..

Vinoth Kumar :- “machi…congrats….irrundallum konjam overa illa??? 2 yrs munadi clutchkum brakekukum vidyasam teriyathavanuku Hero honda “passiona”…mmm…nadathu….helmat poda maranduratha…mukyama oppositla varavangala jaagarathaya irruka sollu [:P]”

Karthikeyan.K.R :- “dai pavi….unnaku bikela gear podava tariyadhu da…unnaku eduku pudhu bike?????what happened to ur pulsar plan……too heavy for u????anyways have fun……….always ride by with a girl aside hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm”

Shyamala :- “is that a passion plus?kally TRYING HARD to look cool percing on the bike…kally fails miserably tho… 😛 :P”

I’m now saving this page to be published. Its getting late. Its 10:48 PM in my system clock. Should go for sleep. Tomorrow Office. Bbye. Kally Signing Off  🙂