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This post is a part of an experimentation on my mobile phone. I wrote this up as notes on my mobile.


Note - 1

Some people think guys are tough and have a strong heart. Let me tell you a story, short and sweet. Some guys are like coconuts, hard on the outside but soft and sensitive on the inside. Guys like this may be hard to spot but easy to hurt.
One such guy, say Rahul (i love the name that's why), is the central character of this story. Rahul's life as of now is a complete mess, know why ? Bcoz someone cracked thru the hard shell and messed up. Wanna know who was this someone, the one person he trusted his heart with, the one with the power to heal his soul. Thinking of how they came to meet seems like a fairy tale. But this fairy tale did happen and it happened right in between the common lives of you and me. How else could you term a meeting of two people, unknown to each other, that left a seed of attachment with one person and that outgrew into the other one's soul. Meher's starting days at work, away from home and at a new place. She knew some out there, and yet confident enough to make a mark. Rahul, around for a few months and still coming to grips with the new feelings inside him. Out of so many people present there, Meher asks him whether she could reach the 3rd floor thru the lift. A question from a cute one, who chose him for the query, makes him feel good. He goes on to help her reach her floor and to show her the way out. Still reeling from the encounter, Rahul manages to hide his grin. But then, a chain of events had been set into motion unknown to both of them. Over the next few months, Rahul tried to befriend her but given his introvert nature that would have been next to impossible. So he did what he did best. Stare at the angel, looking for a hint that she would be interested to be friends with him. Roughly thru the next few months, the peek-a-boo game carried on. Unknown to Rahul, Meher too started to have feelings for him. The game progressed at a slow pace until both of them could hold back no longer. Finally, after months of hesitation Rahul went over to speak to his angel. Well looking thru the other side, Meher was too wanting to speak. An opportunity presented itself in the most unbelievable of ways. Rahul was having lunch at his office pantry and Meher came around for some reason. She came again sensing that he wanted to talk to her. After all, the smiles at each other had worked into their hearts. She waited at the cooler, filling and emptying her bottle. He gobbled up his food to meet his angel. After a quick clean-up, he went by the cooler. Still hesitant to speak, he crossed over. Then with a devil-may-care thought, he turned back and walked up to her. A brief exchange of words was all that happened. Names were exchanged with a certain hope to know more. The next day, Rahul had an official party. On his way out of office, Meher walks straight into him. A brief exchange of words and phone no.s before Meher rushes off to catch her cab while Rahul moves towards the to-be sparkling evening. Riding behind on a team-mate's bike..#


Note - 2

A flurry of msgs during the ride lets them know more about each other while time flashes by. During the party, msgs are still being passed and the two come closer and closer. The torrents of emotion held back suddenly find an outlet. In his joy, Rahul takes a peg or two. Meher is unable to stand it and msgs transform into calls. Rahul talks to her in his not so sober state, describing his pent up feelings. With a promise to call later, he hangs up on her. After a few more hours of enjoyment, Rahul reaches home at 11. As promised, the new lovebird calls her up. The next few hour fly as the two, so engrossed in their tweetings, finish up their balances with lot more to say. The next weeks are spent over chats and calls with the two getting closer and closer. But alas, good things are never meant to last for ever. Meher realises that this is a fool's errand, never to be fulfilled wish. She starts to fear the society's norm and her parents. Unknown to Rahul, she starts to avoid him, ignoring him so that he notes away from her. Little by little, Rahul notices the change in her behaviour while thinking that it would become ok. How could have he known that Meher had already accepted that they could never be one. In the months to come, he moves thru life, unsure of how to take this new turn of events. Finally, Meher breaks thru her shell and tells him to forget her forever. Easier said than done for both of them, Rahul pleads her to change her stand. But the conservative nature of her parents makes her cold. Breaking her own heart against the altar of social norms, she goes away from his life. A few months pass and things seem to be normalising for Rahul. It seemed though that love wasn't done with him. Like a lighting flash, a call from Meher blows away his feeble pack-of-cards heart. She called to say that her marriage had been fixed. What could he say back other than stoically wishing her the best. In the next few months, they start to contact each other and Meher's words make Rahul believe that the situation could be still managed. Little was he aware that, Meher would skittle away his every hope. Finally unable to bear all this, Rahul breaks and he tells her to forget him. But Meher still confused in her heart between the love showered by her would-be's family and the yearning for Rahul weeps before him. He stays firm before her but inwardly a storm brews. How long could he hold back his love? He breaks his own shell and starts msging her again. Thinking that if could get over her, he calls her up like a friend. After a few minutes of chat, disturbed in between by her fiancé's calls, they seem to have a pseudo-break up. In his affection for Meher, Rahul decides to make her hate him. He msgs her saying that all those moments were a farce. Finally after many msgs and hurting her like for-ever, Meher begins to hate Rahul, even the mention of his name gives her tempers. Finally with the knowledge that he's lost Meher for ever, Rahul moves on....#


Note -3

Meher settles down with her husband in B'lore away from Rahul's shadow and reach. Will fate play again with their lives ? It's upto time to decide.#

The Form, the Cup and the Joy

Usually my Saturdays move at a slow pace with nothing much to do other than perhaps sleep away to glory. But yesterday was hectic to say the least, starting on slow note and ending on a cresendo. My day starts at 6 in the morning when my alarm goes off. The day starts, but I don't start until 8~9. Anyways, after a quick freshening up, I had to go to the University for applying for the next season of exams. In the meantime, the Mech boys @ Kani had to attend lab while MA was leaving for small trip around the city. Before he left, MA passed me his brand new World Cup Tee for the day and I should say, it may have just turned the day in my favor, or so I believe. With the World Cup Tee on me, I left for an early morning breakfast at Vikas Bhavan Canteen ~11 am. :D After that, it was straight dash to Kerala University Campus.

The Campus seemed filled up with students, mainly B.Tech, lined for various purposes. The Form counter was having a queque when I reached there. While standing in line, I saw some of my juniors there. Had a small chitchat after which I re-joined the queque. After getting the forms, next in line was paying the exorbiant fees for the bloody exams. When I reached there, Asha a.k.a. Jyothika, was already there. She and a junior were filling up the chalans for payment. In between, I got a call from Sumesh. A bit embaressing to say but I totally forgot to inform him about the dates for submitting fees. Anyways, once again, I made my way to the Form counter to buy forms for him. On the way back, I had to take cash for his fees too. In total, I think, I went into the ATM atleast thrice for withdrawing cash. Back at the Cash Counter section, Asha was filling up her exam form while I had to fill up the Chalans for paying the fees. After paying the fees, I had to fill up 3 forms, namely two for me and one for Sumesh. The most boring part of the whole exercise. With Asha egging me on to finish it up fast, the forms were filled up fast. After that, I dropped them into the B.tech box.

After goodbying Asha, I went to my favorite haunt for lunch, Hotel Aruna. Had a nice veg lunch but sadly couldn't eat much as I drank up a bit too much water just before eating. :( Another thing to make a mental note, Don't Drink water before Lunch, Always After (DDLA, not DDLJ). After lunch, i walked back home in the searing heat. Too tired to do anything else, I started to watch Robinhood (Russell Crowe's) on Anogh's Lap. Watched almost 90% before sleep caught up with me. Thought of sleeping for an hour and then making my way to Sundar's house for catching the Cup. But fate had something else in store. I overslept and got up late ~7pm. Another dash, but by the time I reached India had already lost 2 wickets in their chase. The nightmare of '96 was going to happen again ? Anyways, stayed glued to my seat along with Asharaf till the last run was scored. It was unbeliveable that India had finally become World Champions and what a way to score the winning runs, a maximum from the Indian Captain's blade.

After the presentation, we, me, Sundar and Ash, made our way to Statue for the celebrations. The whole place was filled with people. It seemed like 7pm instead of 12 in the night. The joy was to be seen on each of the faces. The police was having a tough time controlling the crowd as well as the traffic on the streets. Soon the revelery turned ugly after some time and we had to run off before the police batons could kiss our legs and butts. After bidding a quick goodbye to Ash and Sundar, I walked back to Kani. With a smile on the lips and Joy in my heart.

Shattered Dreams Fulfilled

Is our Team India the World Champions of 2011 ? Unbeliveable but true. The zenith of Cricket is finally ours. It's just purely overwhelming to be the part of a generation that has seen the World Cup being lifted by India. What a script this has been, the chases, the drama, the injuries and even kudothrams ;). 2/4/2011 will go down in history as the swansong of Legends, Sachin, Murali and many more. The absolution for 1996 and 2003 has been recieved in 2011 and what a way to gain it. En route to the finals, we broke the Aussie arrongance, trampled on the Pakistani powress and finally exacted a clinical revenge on the Sri Lankans. I still remember the 1996 semi-finals, where the nation, and the stadium, erupted into frenzy after an unbelievable routing of the Indians. There was a small fear of a repeat yesterday, but it seems the script-writer was in a better mood.

Remembering yesterday's batting will still give heart-attacks to many. The way Gambhir played was nothing short of living-on-the-edge style. But by the time he went back, the platform had been set and the Master Butcher a.k.a Dhoni was in form. There's nothing that seems elegant about MSD's batting, it's just raw power and great timing. The way he bats, it seems like he's a dhobi and not Dhoni. Whatever we may say or write about MSD, he's the one who's led India to this great success. As far as I'm concerned, this is the culmination of a spark that was lit by Dada. He changed the timid Indian team to tigers. Dhoni/Kirsten transformed those tiger-cubs into a lean-mean fighting machine which could take on any team on any given day without blinking an eyelid.

Even if I keep filling pages with praises for Team India, it's not gonna be enough for me to be satisfied. So here I stop with these words.
"When the tears are those of joy, I don't mind crying"

A Short trip to the Garden City

Months have passed since an entry was made here. There were so many things to blog about like our Christmas Celebrations, the QBurst Day celebrations and much more. But then, how could a person as lazy as me update frequently ;)... Anyways, rite now, this is Jo blogging from the Garden City of India, B'lore. To be short and sweet, this is just the alpha of my twp-day trip and there is not much to update for the time being. Just a sec, yes I do have some updates.

I had planned this trip over a whimsical feeling of running away from trivandrum city. Seems like the city is starting to bore, or maybe it's because one of my pillars of support, Sundar, has been away for the past month for training. The dude's got a job as Sorting Assistant in RMS and the best thing is that he's still boozes and smokes, yet he's the class topper. Well leaving that aside, I called Chinju, a.k.a Vishku a.k.a Vivek, a few weeks back when this idea germinated in my mind. He had a weeding, err... wedding last week to attend last week and so the trip had to be postponed for this week. The tickets were booked last monday and here I am, on a Saturday @ Chinju's place. Dude's pretty tired after a session of late night browsing and so is sleeping for the time being. About the journey, it wasn't a drab one but neither that interesting. However the excitement of travelling via bus for such long distance after a gap of around 3 yrs, i think, was enough to keep me in high spirits. We started of from Music College,Thycaud at around 7pm Friday. The fun part is my journey from office to the stop. Anoop Nair, my friend cum driver cum chatbox cum joker cum...., was the one responsible for all the adrenaline shots. He's such a nice driver when it comes to cars but on the bike, he's a speed fiend. But then, comparing to Srijith, he's just a normal biker. Anyways, the dude got me from office to my home in under 30 mins, and then dropped me off at Music College in 15 mins. The escapades while driving are worth a blog entry themselves btu I gonna limit it to just a mention ;). On reaching Thycaud, there was Prabodh from my previous btach Mech. The dude resigned from Accenture and is currently a Customs SI. Just that I was on my to B'lore and he to Chennai with the same aim, meeting friends :D.
After he left, since his bus was 6:30, I called up the Travels and they pointed me to the place where the bus was parked. I got to the place but not before a small wild goose chase around the area. I was just in time, as the driver had brought the bus to the front of the road. While waiting for the bus to start, I called up my friends in B'lore announcing my arrival :). And soon after began the journey.

The seats were good but I was a bit afraid that I would break those levers on which the seats were to be tilted. Thankfully, nothing of that sort happened and after 12 hours of journey, I reach B'lore. Woke up Chinju twice to know how I could reach his place. After I landed, had a cup of tea which, to say the least, was good and then had a 2 min walk to the Hanuman Temple. From there, a small bylane and a left turn was needed to meet up Chinju. Chinju's gone slim, I think, but still he's the same freak who's been with me for the last 16 yrs. Anyways, that ends the current description of my situation till now.

Adios for now,
This is Jo...
Signing off.

A late Diwali gift

Hiya peeps,
A chinna break from blogging, thanx to my laziness and tensions around ;)... Anyhow, now that I'm back to business, let me just jot down today's experiences. First of all, a million thanks to Karthik and Anooj for today's gift. We, guys/gals @ QBurst, have started a small social initiative called "It's My Duty". Just a small way to fulfil atleast some of our social responsibilties. Just to quote from the group's motto..

'Itsmyduty' is an initiative which is being launched by QBurst employees. The aim of 'ItsmyDuty' is to extend some help to the under-privileged people around us. This is not an NGO or any charitable trust. This is a group of young professionals, who wish to give something back to the society in the most simple and possible way.

Today was it's first Day of Action. Literally, that would be false as we have been going over this again and again for the last few weeks. Leaving that aside, the plan for today was to help out the folks @ Care Home(http://bit.ly/amM2Pv). Yesterday, a few of us went over there for the initial preparation of how we would be helping out. Reaching there, we came to know that most of the inmates get clothes and medicines on regular basis from social groups. They did tell us that some Infy people used to provide medicines and food on a regular basis. So for the time being, only thing that would have helped was a thook-paathram, a small can with cover. These people used to take plastic mugs to get tea. Imagine, you or me drinking tea from a plastic mug ? That's what those people live through at times.
Anyhow, so Anooj and Karthik went back and got those cans yesterday night itself. Well, I come into play only today. We had already planned to come here on Saturday and so early morning, I called up Matt, our own Mathew the Polapist, from my project team. He gave me the directions to the place. We were all supposed to reach there in between 10-10:30, but then how can anyone be on time. So by the time the whole team had assembled, it was past 11:30. In between, we had those cans wiped up and filled it with some sweets. Next in line was giving it to the folks @ Care Home. There are around 100 members there. A few of them were out when we reached. So we gathered up the cans and made our way to the main hall. The place seemed so out of life, all dark and deary. But the location is too good, away from the hustle-bustle of the city with only the occasional airplane landing and taking-off. So they, the people of Care Home, were all gathered and waiting for us. And we were waiting for a few more team members to arrive. After a few minutes, we decided against keeping the old folks from waiting. We all went in and there was a small prayer by one of the inmates. After that, they prayed for us too, thanking us for the initiative. Well frankly speaking, that just made the day for most of us. To receive blessings from elderly persons is one of the greatest gifts. Then we started distributing the cans among them, first among those present in the hall and then to those who couldn't get up and come there. Going through all those rooms was disturbing, to say the least. People with no hope left, bitter from the experience that the world has handed out to them.
In the words of Anoop Nair, "Ivarde makkale onnu kittiyirengil"...
So after spending roughly an hour with them, we all left for our respective homes. And here lies the synopsis of today ;)

An update to the post:
Here's the link for the snaps that we took on that day ;)
http://picasaweb.google.com/gullukhanasgar/Itsmyduty6112010

This is Jo signing off,
Adios for now