Shhh – The Secret Desires

Shhh!!

Who doesn’t have a secret desire or rather a desirous secret!

Back in kindergarten, a small boy would have had the secret desire to deceive the teacher’s eyes and run back home, escaping from the torture of repeating every line of rhymes, sung horribly by the teacher or writing A, B, C in those multicoloured four lined notebooks in a devastatingly tedious cursive handwriting. He also had the secret desire to escape from his mom’s wrath, when he playfully, carelessly loses his Geometry box in the school premises, even sometimes flicked by a notoriously naughty brat in his class.

*sigh*

Back in college days, every guy would have had a secret desire to win the pinky rose and cute heart of that-one-girl-from-city who never ceases to amuse them with her round inquisitive eyes and her sweet little lips which slips, dips and pouts at instances which guys never forget to remember. The desire to secretly encroach her heart, by helping her out with the for-loops, structures and polymorphisms in the computer laboratory periods with frequent ‘groundnuts’ charring in the conversations as if indigenously borne in each one of them, leaving others to gape in flaming awe and to many’s dismay.

*sigh*

Back in corporate training days, every single, yeah read as ‘single’ guys, who have failed to experience those sweet secrets – koo-chi-koo talks, late night SMS-ing her, weekend ‘enjoy maadi’ to Mayajaal, Satyam and Mahabalipuram, would have had a desperate desire – a secret desire rather, to get clandestinely committed to that one chick in the hall, who always completes her assignments in time and spends the remaining time in her mobile phone sandwiched intact in between her palms and ears. They even have a desire to walk casually with her to the office Food courts, Canteen, Coffee Machines, Coffee Cafe Days and to building lobbies to read newspaper and to hold their head high with pride and fall into the prejudice of incinerating their friends’ and onlookers’ stomach. Little did they know that, they are one among the many who hang out with her and not the only one hanging out with her!

*sigh*

Back in real testing times, when work piles up and tortures you with the ‘Kumbibaagam’ retribution as in “Garuda Puranam’, you have a secret desire for the client to drop a mail to you informing that he doesn’t want that particular functionality to be implemented in the module which is torturing you to hell. You even have a secret desire to show case to your manager, your extent of putting ‘extra efforts’ to fulfil the year’s goals by stretching more than one’s capability.

When the project gets implemented successfully and mails float to and fro from onsite to offshore, you have that ‘secret desire’ to find your name in the mail with a special mention for your dedication and commitment. Little did you know that few months later, some unfortunate cursed soul will be banging his head, to fix the fatal bug in the code cursing you – the code which you had worked day and night, invariably adds to your adversity.

*sigh*

Now, every blogger will have a secret desire to get 100s of comments in his blog for all the crap he writes and would refresh and check his mail every other second for the mail alert from the blog. The desire even secretly builds up to such an extent that it desires a dedicated Facebook page for your blog and 1000s of people ‘Liking’ it multiplying your fame to infinity!

Desires are easily mutable. It exists in every form and in every place. They are not controllable and acts like an unstable Uranium isotope. It is up to us to use cadmium or indium control rods of common sense well ahead, to prevent the uncontrolled fission reactions bursting later on!

So what’s your recent secret Desire?

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Which ‘Mate’ are you?

In the world full of strangers and acquaintances, we tend to get introduced ourselves to bunch of people who become our friends, in a due course of time after few of those repetitive “Hi”s and “Hello”s. According to the world of computing, indexing helps us to access data better. Similarly according to Kally (please do not search Google or Wikipedia on who is Kally, its none other than me), it is easier to keep in touch with the people, if we categorize them

Well, I scratched my brains/kidney, whatever you would like to call, sometime back to index (If the word index sounds to be so techy, lemme put this in layman terms to be so simple – classify. Hope now I made myself simple!!) People based on how I relate to those strangers-who-become-friends-later. I’ve tried my best to classify people based on my observation. Lemme see how much successful I’m in capturing my observation in the following paragraphs.

1. School-mates

These form an elite group of friends to whom we were introduced at an early stages of life. They are those with whom we had shared our lunch, our friends (I meant – my friend A, is also his friend. His friend B, who is also my friend :P), our workbooks, our maps, pencils, crayons, water bottle, pencil sharpener and labels which we stick on the cover of out note books bearing Name, Class, Section, School. Subject and a image of Winnie the Pooh, Sachin Tendulkar, Shaktimaan to one of its side. We would have spent time with them playing Mario-G, Clay-hunt, and Contra in 2 player mode in the Television set.

So there are chances that you couldn’t keep in touch with these categories of people due to area change, location change or even school change. After you change your school, you may have lost in touch with those people to some extent or you could have ended up in a college in a remote place outside your hometown because you being a “good-obedient-disciplined-student” would have obliged to your parent’s advice of getting admitted to the college as it would have been so popular and had good campus placements (as few years back, good campus placements were a great concern to parents). Later when we introduce them to one of our current friends, we used to say

“Hey, meet John; he is my school-mate”

Thus the school mates have some special place in our hearts as they bring back our childhood memories.

2. College-mates

college

College mates form an essential part of our college life, as they constitute the age of life where we realize ourselves. We undergo biological changes physically and mentally. The more realization happens when we choose friends from the group of around thousands. The gang with whom we spend time, go around, have fun and all things around us, determines who we are. Since at that age group we tend to attain adolescence and  they form an emotional ingredient of our life. What kind of chemical reactions that has to happen purely depends on the fellow friends whom we choose.

So college mates are those with whom we would have spent sleepless nights burning the Tube light and Study lamps (I’m sick of following the age old saying “Burning the midnight oil”) one day before the semester exams. The group studies wouldn’t have been possible at any cost. They would have entered your life in the late teens, but that has made a profound impact on your social life after.

After college days, the way you see things completely changes. The style of the outfit that adorns you, are a complete reflection of what you see yourself as a person – socially mingle-able and acceptable in a gang of friends. The so called stinky coconut hair oil which you would have applied, has found a cozy place in your room’s topmost shelf covered with the cobwebs. The stick like comb that you would have used in school days has transformed itself into a flashy roller which indirectly stands responsible for your receding hairline! Introduction of new products such as perfumes, body sprays, Anne French etc brings drastic changes in you.

Few things you would have expected and few things happen just unexpectedly. Whatever it is, they occupy the major portions of life knowingly or unknowingly

All because of your college mates!

3. Class-mates


This category of people in your life comes wherever you happen to sit in a bench and listen to the instructor or a teacher. They had already come into your life through the schools and colleges. Now, anybody who sits beside you where ever it may be, you would have smiled a bit or exchanged a conversation with them. After people get into some job, I’ve seen them still wander in the streets with a small backpack full of study materials, calculators and cell phones to all study centers, which attract students wooing them for coaching MBA, MS and all other courses under the sky. People still want to sit in a bench and listen to someone. So the point is, people who come across such situations when you yourself enroll into courses and sit in the class are crowned as classmates!

So you can in general introduce him/her to your friend as “So she is Akshaya, my classmate”

Some even go to the extent of associating them with themselves as coaching class mate.

4. Bench-mates

This category is actually a sub category of above ones. Whoever sits beside you in a class, he/she is deemed to be your bench mate. After exchanging surprising looks at her or him, the relationship extends to a level of having a Coffee together in one of the posh Coffee Shops in the city, unlike the roadside Kaveri Snacks & Tea shop and when someone asks you,

“Hey who is she…?”

And you search your tiny brain for the introductory relationship of the girl, getting reminded of the RDBMS relationship diagram, you find your query results a return code of 100, which means “NO RESULTS FOUND”. Finally you end up saying

“Well, she is my Bench mate!”

5. Bus-mates

This is a new category of people I’ve found in my life recently. As I travel in my Office Bus daily morning, to commute to office and take the same, to return home in the evening, I get to see few new faces occupying the bus, except some of the regular users of the route. So initially, you would not initiate a spark to strike a conversation with them. In the due course of time, both of you know each other without having spoken to any and there will be a strange feeling of belongingness with them. Sometime, you feel as if, only when they board the bus, your mind will get peace and reassure yourself to have got into the correct route bus.

In few occasions, when you have to help the ones sitting beside you in the seat, such as closing the window slide glass, in case of rain starts pouring heavily or the gush of air is so fast and the girl or a guy is unable to shut it. You extend your help to close the same and succeed in accomplishing the task.

“Thank You..”

“You are Welcome..”

That’s how it all starts – a conversation with a stranger, who has been working in the same company, but you haven’t spoken to them. It is just the opening of opportunities to interact with the new bunch of people around you. In this process of knowing people, few people get become so close and find a place in your mobile phone’s forward-MSG-distribution-list. Some just smile and say Hi and Bye and some keep winking at you. Some give you biscuits and chocolates and even murukkus and sweets, some keep themselves buried in the novels and some plug in the iPods and music players and doze off. So all those who we encounter daily in the bus and one day when you happen to meet your college friend or school friend and you happen to introduce this bus friend, you can’t just tell them he/she is your friend. You need to tell them how you are associated with them.

I always end up saying, “Well, this is my bus mate!”

“Ugh?…”

Sometimes, the person always sits beside you or you end up sitting beside him or her and a small belongingness of friendship sprouts. We even go to the extent of branding the person as “Seat mate”

6. Room-mates

Yea forgot to tell about them – room-mates!

They are the strangers who are yet to become our friends, with whom we share the hostel rooms or mansion rooms. These people span over all the above categories. A friend who is a college mate can be our roommate in the college hostels and people who work with us in the company can share the room with us, if we are not staying in our hometown. Some call them as roomies. They pay the rent, current bill, laundry bill, paper bill etc on a sharing basis. We spend day and night chit chatting with them. They cook for us and sometimes we take the risk of cooking for them. All this happens with them.

So they form the Room mates!

7. Blog-mates

Earlier days, we had something called Pen Friends, where people share their mailing address (postal snail mail!! I know I need to be explicit here because, most of them misunderstand this to emailing address) in the newspapers. I still remember a separate column for pen friends in the ‘The Hindu’ newspaper supplementary. You can write posts to them and post it to their address. They will reply to you by composing a mail and they will post it back to your address. This was the practice they followed sometime back to make pen friends. Now, the trend has changed. As many of them have started writing, they now depend on the internet and write what is the so called, BLOGSSSSSSS!!!  Yesssss….It is the one, which you are reading in your lappy or in the desktop. As many of them write and share ideas, information, photos, music and everything under the sky (I know, I have used this expression some paras before!!), people have started making new set of friends called Blog-mates J

Others

There are other categories of people with whom you do not share anything, but they always accompany you. One such instance is the morning walk along the beach. You meet them daily, and both of you walk with your dogs and finally when parting you say a simple Bye or sometimes not even that. Sometimes, this helps our pet dogs to find a new friend – a dog friend. Even when we forget them, they still remember each other and exchange a bark or a lick. We see many of us make friends during morning walk. Many of them consistently come for the morning walk at a particular time and leave at a particular time. So those categories of people can be called as Morning-walk-mate

We can keep deriving the category of ‘mates’ similar to the mathematical formulas. There are other categories of people such as Gym-mate, shopping-mate, and this list goes on according to ones tastes!!

Thus to conclude this long categorization of people, I would say, in this world where we live with unknown people, with whom we need to live in harmony, we have to grab every opportunity to establish a good relationship with the ones whom we meet and greet. We can’t be good to everyone; at least we need not be bad to them. So keep yourself open to new friends and make yourself comfortable with them and make them comfortable. Keep smiling and make others smile.

Hi, are you a stranger reading this blog? This is Kally. How are you? Wanna be friends? I’m game!

And forgot to ask you, which mate are you?

P.S: Please don’t ask me who is Check Mate??

Honesty! (My 55 Fiction)

He looked confused, looked left and right. All of them were writing in full swing. The teacher was standing near the first row. He quickly took out the small paper rolled inside the pen cap and quickly glanced through it.

Correct Answers!

He handed over the answer sheet with joy of answering all questions correctly

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Well, I had posted this 55 Fiction in my Office Blog too. Got some interesting comments in the form of 55 Fiction.

One girl had posted a reply for my above Story in 55 words:

She looked once again to her left and right. He was busy copying the answers from the scrap of paper. She tried to catch his eye but he was not looking up. She wrote her name and telephone number on a chit and threw it at him.

‘You are using Chits!’, yelled the angry teacher.

To which I replied back in 55 words:

“Trrrrrrrrring”

Bell rang and all of them left the exam hall. The teacher left in hurry to submit the answer sheets. The boy picked up the chit, smiled and approached the girl.

“Saw the chit?”

“No. I had written all my answers correct. Thanks for help. Please bring chits for tomorrow’s chemistry exam”

“You…%$&^&^&”

The Girl replied with another one for the above one in 55 words

He walked out and winked at his friends. ‘What was that man?’ they asked excitedly.

‘Arey she was quite bold yaar, she knew I liked her but I did not expect that she would do this in the exam hall. Anyway, I have her number, it’s show time! She will love this bad boy’s game!’

For this I replied back in 55 words

BEEP-BEEP…
“Hi…Bad boy here :)”
“Hey hi…studied?:)”
“No..exams gt postponed. Andhra CM expired in Air crash. schools hv been declared holiday”
“Oh..yea just now mom told me :)”
“wat doin’?”
“preparing chits :P”
“Gud:P!… Free tomo?”
“yea…:) Shall I come home?”
“Home?!!!”
“yea :(“
“Mom will scold”
“Oh :O….Then we’ll go out”
“OK Done :)”

Now this time some one else replied for the above story with a 55 Fiction

Will meet in the School?”
“Yep! Sounds good”
“evening, 5:30?”
“perfect”

next evening, in the school
Boy is waiting for the girl; she finally arrives
he–>”hi”
she–> “Sorry for being late”
“where are the boooks!”
“what books?”
“Chemistry, obviously!”
“what are we here for?”
“Combined studies. Will prepare the chits together 🙂 “

Donno if this is the end of the story. But we enjoyed replying back with the 55 Fiction in the form of a story !!! 🙂

P.S: If You are the girl who replied to my post in Office Blog, then Do leave me a msg that you have read this !

Nostalgia !

I donno why now-a-days I become so nostalgic!

There are lots of factors which are governing me these days. One of them being longing for olden days again. The childhood ecstasy is lost. What have I become today? A 23 year old male, who can earn a decent 5 digit salary, by being himself busy all time from Monday to Friday. The possibility of taking some time off, from the hectic work schedule is only a weekend happening. So, what is that we have gained by being an adult? I get very less time for my family. I find less time to go out. I do not get any time to splurge in the non digital thing out of my cubicle.

Well, lots of things are in list that I cherished the most. The train travelling, for instance, is one of the most lovable one in my list. I’ve not been to railway station for quite a long time. It is obviously my work schedule that imprisoned my freedom. From the dusk to dawn, I keep fidgeting with the chunk of code that governs the so called Mainframes. I reach home at night and then have something for my tummy and then sleep. During college days, I used to frequent to Chennai for holidays. Those platforms, announcements, Higginbotham book stall, the trip charts are few things that kindles the past memories even today.

We used to get lots of holidays during school days and college. When we leave for our relatives’ place, I love those platforms were you see swarm of people ranging from a small 1 year infant, 18 year girls who are more concerned about the few inches of cosmetic that encroaches their face, those romeos who would show off their styles in front of a group of girls, those strict fathers who are more worried about their son’s/daughter’s marks in the coming semester examination, a sick old lady who expects from a newly married son, to see her grandson to play with her soon after they come back from honeymoon. And there are more in this list too. I always loved to practically feel the Doppler Effect whenever the super fast express approaches and leaves the station.

“The Doppler effect (or Doppler shift), named after Austrian physicist Christian Doppler who proposed it in 1842, is the change in frequency of a wave for an observer moving relative to the source of the waves. It is commonly heard when a vehicle sounding a siren approaches, passes and recedes from an observer. The received frequency is increased (compared to the emitted frequency) during the approach, it is identical at the instant of passing by, and it is decreased during the recession.”

It’s like I have lost something in life. I donno something keeps pricking me. Corporate life has given me glass doors, Air conditioned work place, and ergonomically designed cushion chairs, free coffee, large food courts where you get thing you wanted, Smart card based Identity Card with which you will be able to enter areas only into which you have been given access, security and most importantly Money. But what it is that I’m losing? Sleep, Rest, Peace and friends and something more

Those days were like you had lots of time and lot more friends. Now it is totally different. We have lot more time for work but very less friends. You should appoint a weekend for meeting up. You leave home by the time people are yet to wake up and reach home by the time all would have dozed off. The next day again the same routine and it goes on and on and on. Why all this?

I hated exams but now, it was something tolerable. I wanted to get back to those times which were spent with someone who you do not know before – the times, when you expect a new roommate in your hostel, the time when you pass a sheet of you exam paper, during the internal examination and both of you pass, the times when you go for dinner together with friends and share the happening of the class, the times when you do group studies for the next day exam, the times when four or five spend together in one’s room during a weekend, chatting all day and sleeping all over the floor with 4 to five alarms set.

Is it the life’s play to the human beings, which makes us long for the past, than to live in the present?

We always say that, those good old days were memorable, cherishable and all those adjectives which makes them long for the past. We listen to jungle book song and say, “wow..that was a good old song,..”. We have it as the caller tune and boast about it. We listen to old songs and say, “those were oldies melodies”. We still keep those old clocks with pendulum and hesitate to buy a new one. We still keep the old model mobile with keypad in its very bad state, with all those numberings scrubbed and display scratched and we say, “It’s the first mobile, I got”. We still say “Madras” instead of “Chennai”. I do understand that it gives a sense of belongingness, but why is it that the present is so uninterested at times?

Why don’t we like the present? Is it because, it is bitter at times? I certainly do not have answers for these questions. But one thing is sure. Unless, you feel comfortable yourselves in the present with your surroundings, you won’t be able to love the present as it is. Only when you get peace and happiness, you will be able to appreciate the present. Only when you get time for everything, you may pat the present and say, “Good Boy”.

I’m trying to make myself comfortable with the present. Hope, I’ll get peace and happiness in whatever I do. I do not hold grudges to accept this. But the Nostalgia is always there.

There are also people who always think about the future and they forget to live in the present. We study hard in 10th standard to get into good school for 11th and 12th. We study hard in 12th to get good marks in the board examination. Once we get into a good college, we are asked to study hard to get into good company. Once we get into good company, we struggle hard to save money for the future. We struggle hard to get a good bride to our Home. We get things in loan; build houses in loan, irrespective of our inadequate earning; we pay the dues in EMI, so that something big will be left behind for us in the future. We get married, have children, then we need to save things for their education, and then we need to worry about their education, college, and…

Excuse ME. Gimme a Break. Pleeeeeeeeeese !! Life is a vicious circle

But what is the ultimate requirement? Are we living in the present? We forget that, we are attaining the future every second and we should be able to live in the present and think about the future, without subjecting ourselves to agony in the present. But people are so afraid of seeing themselves in the near future with nothing in hand, so they always strive hard to preserve things for the future in spite of their tormenting life in the present.

Well, in this way, few minds longs for the past and forget about the present. Few minds which always think about the future and forgets to live in the present.

Let me make few things clear….

  1. Always live in the present.
  2. Do think about the future, but do not take actions that will put you in restriction in the present
  3. Always, olden days may look beautiful, but it has nothing to contribute for the present. So don’t waste time thinking about the past all time.
  4. Live your life truthfully and peacefully in the present. Do think about future occasionally
  5. Cherish each and every moment of your life. After all, you don’t know what next!

One SMS I received long back, which tells about life….

“Life is a strict than a teacher.

A teacher teaches the lesson and

then keeps the exam. But Life

Keeps the exam first and

then teaches the lesson !!!!”

Really True !…..

I’m Tagged !

OK…this Tag Bug has struck me too :-). I used to always think of, how this tagging seems to be interesting to people. Then I found out that, only when you are subjected to the process, you will experience the happiness. So I’m subjecting myself to this Tag Thinggy as of now. Fine then, enough of my intro and blah blahs. Lemme directly start blurting out the secrets one by one. I’ve tried hard and squeezed my little brains to filter these secrets :-D.

1.  I seriously don’t have any interest in Sports.

I see that I don’t have any sort of relevance to this field. In all my social networking profiles or in college/school application forms, one column is definitely left blank or it is filled with N/A. So whenever people ask me what’s the score machi? I used to smile and coolly say, I didn’t see the match. So bloggers and strangers out here in World Wide Web don’t ever take any efforts to shoot this Nasty question to me. You won’t get any useful reply 🙂

2. I like Car Racing.

Now do not ask me, “Do I watch F1 Race” Neither do I watch it. Of course it is a sport. But don’t have any passion as such. It is just that in between switching channels, if I happen to register a small sequence of car racing with all those CASTROL, COLDFUSION kinda AD paintings in the car decals, I always pause for a moment and watch the car race. That’s it.  And yea I do play NFS (Need For Speed Car Racing Game) and I go mad on NFS Most Wanted races. I did not get a chance to play NFS Carbon! I always wanted to participate once in the race, though I’m not as good as Michael Schumacher, Naren Karthikeyan or Ultimate Star Ajith Kumar. I did got a chance to do that. I happen to go for a Go-Carting when I was in Mysore. That was indeed a great drive with kewl bends and turns. Wooooooow !

3. I do not know how to Cook :-(.

Oh My Gawwwd, I have told the most dangerous (for me) secrets of the world. Any guy should have been acquainted to cooking things. My mom’s those words, still reverberating deep inside my cranial cavity “Vijay can cook payasam, vattha kolambu, and paruppu koottu. Neeyum  kathukko. Illena Pinnadi kashtapaduvey” . It’s true I guess. Nowadays, wives do not come with cooking patches installed. They need to upgrade to cooking version only after the one time update called Marriage v1.0. Anyways, after a self introspection, I stood by the side of my sister and learnt how to cook Maggi !

4. I am a Gadget Freak.

Any new gadget that comes to the market, I’m the first one to waste few bandwidths of my BSNL Unlimited Internet Connection to Google and get details out of it. Starting from iPhone, Nokia N97, Morph, MotoRokr, Sony VAIO Pocket PC etc, I go mad on things like this. Anyways, I didn’t sleep till 2.00 AM when I got my MOTO Rokr E6 Touch Screen Mobile. As if newly married, I spent full time with it, to get to know the in & out of it . Still I love my Mobile. My Sweet Rocky !! 🙂

5. I am one Lazy fellow…

Ahem ahem…I am serious about this. People know my true face only when they knock my doors on a Saturday morning and enter my bedroom….to wake me up. That’s a Herculean task! I never get up from the bed until I really need to. I love being in bed and sleep for the whole day. Hostel days were Heaven. Because, those were the times, when nobody would be around to knock my doors on a Saturday morning! I can write a lot more on this topic and I have already written a lot. Well don’t have patience to write more than this. OK Next secret please…

6. I fell in Love

Shhh…I fell in love with Trisha from the time, when I heard the song from the movie Saami, “Kalyanam daan kattikittu odi polaamaa…”. I assumed it as “Kalyan-ah daan kattikittu odi polaamaa?” hehe 😀 :-D…so funny is it? I have a great collections of her pics in my system and in my mobile. Well nothing more to say. I do not know to act like her. But my actions are always governed by my mind becoz, I don’t have my heart with me and you all know the reason as well. So…that was my love story. Still am in Love with her. And if you happen to be Trisha reading this, kindly take this as a proposal and I do remember you date of birth May 4th 1983.  I know u may ask, “But what’s the big deal here?” It is just that, I was too born on May. Dont you see this as a first match?..hehe…SAME PINCH ! 😛

7. I like bird watching (No comments!) 😛

8. Cryptography has been my great passion since my school days. Used to fidget with a chunk of texts and number a lot (Another Dan Brown in Line!)

9. I had kissed a girl when I was in 1st standard. And that girl is my sissy who was drinking milk in her small feeding bottle in the cradle. She licked me back in my cheeks..Soooooo cuuute know?? 🙂 🙂

9a. “Show Me The Meaning – Backstreet Boys” is my all time favorite

9b. Shakira is my all time favorite solo female singer

9c. I enjoy writing.

I discovered this skill in me, only in my late college days, though I had started blogging during my mid college days itself. I found a budding author in me who can write Gud Stories and articles which has attracted many of the people I see, meet, and blog. It really gives me a confidence and relaxation (though I feel tiring to sit and type using a dumb keyboard !), that keeps me going and makes life interesting and beckons a convivial atmosphere in WWW

10. I like travelling in Train

Yea, I like this a lot. Donno, why do I become so nostalgic, when I think about trains? When I was a kid, I always wanted to have a corner seat….stuck in the corner of the Window Seat, gazing the scenery which drift past backward. I sometimes think, how do these trees and landscape move in the opposite direction to that of the train’s? And when you look into the railway tracks, that too in a junction, they seem to spread apart and close into one single strand of metal beam. I always wondered how these things happen. Once when we crossed the level crossing in a roadway, I bent down and tried pulling those tracks with my hands. That sounds funny now.

Now, I guess, 10 points are more than enough, as long list may not attract the readers to go through it. Fine then, my job is done. Lemme tag all my fellow bloggers and encumber them to put their secrets in their blog. Happy Reading! & thanks Gracy for tagging me.

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