School teacher and eyeing students

I recall the days of my school. Having studied in an All Boys School for 14 years, friends and I never had much of the chance nor the courage to speak to a gal then. We were only known for our academic brilliance, sportspirit and cracking virile jokes. But one thing that never changed and stayed common across all my schoolmates was the way we used to gaze the new class teacher, Shruti. Actually her mom was already a teacher in our school (not teaching us). Now it was her daughter who had joined the school taking care of the kids in the primary section. I would justify myself by saying that it was my tender age in all angles and a kid is not grown much emotionally at this age :P ;)

Shruti must be around the same age then as I am right now. She was a clear example how beautiful and adult a woman could be. Lovely lips, dancing eyes and what not. Every early morning at 7:30 a.m., she used to drive a Sunny to school with her mom as riding pillion. The school prayer used to start at 7:50 a.m. so we were supposed to reach before that. We found a good reason now to reach early. Every morning we all used to rush to school to somehow reach by 7:25 a.m., put our school bags in our classes and queue in the verandah on the highest floor to see Shruti. Those wet hair flowing in the morning air. Aaaahhhhhhh!!!!! Haaaaaaaaayyyyyyyeeeeeeee!!!! There was a collective sigh from all of us together.

Things got better on Teacher's Day. This was our ultimate chance to show how much we like our teachers.
Arihant to Prakhar, "Just wishing won't be enough. We should do something so that she notices us"
Siddharth suggests, "We should give her a greeting card and write our names"
On this proposition, we both gave a stare to Siddharth which would be reserved only for gazing monkeys at a zoo. We had some more pudden-head discourses but finally agreed to what Siddharth had to offer. We took the law in our hands and went to Archies Gallery and bought a sugary, affectionate card to give her. In unison, we wrote our names on the card and finally gave it to Shruti.
Shruti to us (with our eyes fixed on hers and not heeding to our senses), "Thank you so much, thats so sweet of you all"
The next day, our class teacher (who has been teaching since 20 years) entered the class and announced, "Its been 20 years but never did I get such a lovely card from any of my students. I think I am too old fashioned and less lovable" Shit!! how did he come to know about it??? That hurt his sentiments and put us to shame at that moment. The same day we went to Archies Gallery and bought a greeting card for all the teachers who had taught us. The matter settled soon after that.

But still the word sweet kept reverberating in our ears and staying the hot topic till the time she left the school. We later came to know that she got married. Our caring classmates took us out and treated us for a glass of soda and samosa. And we moved on!!!!

Arihantism - Continued

After the wonderful opening song for the new religion Arihantism, I feel the need of defining some core values and principles around it so that my would-be followers could make more sense out of it.

One quick question for the readers, "Would it make sense to charge some membership fee to use and adopt it?" Too early to decide, eh? ..... Psssttt!!!! Leave it

Procrastination:

Doing things NOW is bad. Now is better when it is in the distant, unseeable future. Avoid doing work as much as possible. Push the deadlines as far as you can. Don't you feel the person who cares for it the most would eventually be doing it? Your goal should not be that person :)

Money precepts:

Heard of mind over matter? This is the next level - Money over matter. Be as much kanjoos as possible. Something like go away somewhere for a phone call saying Hello Hello when someone is paying for your movie tickets, look busy at restaurants and ask someone else to pay. Easier trick could be look other way when the waiter brings the cheque to the table.

Lesser Hard Work:

We are living in 21st century. There are already enough important things for us to remember around us. The lesser you know, more is the room in your head to remember your favorites.

Idol Worship:

I would really encourage this. Choose your own idols. My examples of good idols : Amrita Rao, Giselle Monteiro, Angelina Jolie, Nicole Kidman. Bad idols could be anybody that works for a living.

Rituals and Festivals:

There would be festival starting every Friday night. Working on weekends would be considered intolerable. Taking baths is optional, especially on holidays. Daily rituals include watching TV & movies, reading senseless articles and discussing your personal idols.

Those who are somewhat impressed - I thank them. Since the making is in alpha phase, it surely needs some adjustments. You can send me an email if you are interested in knowing whats in store for the beta phase :)

P.S. I am also thinking of advertising strategies and some funky punchlines for my religion now. Credit again goes to the Aditya Kulkarni for bringing this up at first place

Of Speedbreakers and Potholes

I drive through the silent darkness, all alone,

If I don't see you on time, I am sure to break my bone!!!

Only God would know what was in the mind of your maker,

Above all, you are the mighty speed breaker!!!!!

Unmoving on the road, you lie in slumber,

At least ten on each road, the number of dogs you outnumber,

Instead of warning us to be careful and slowly tread,

You keep a sign telling us, "Careful!!! Bump Ahead"

Let me talk about your sibling, the pothole,

It seems you are an indispensable part of road's soul,

Whenever the rain comes, I hear you cheer,

Bcoz in myriad numbers now you can reappear

I want to ask you two, "Why do you exist at all?"

Slowing the traffic which is already a crawl,

Only bike guys with girlfriends would really love you,

They brake sharply and come little closer too :)

The song of Arihantism

Warning to the readers - Would sound Self- bragging but you would adapt to this change soon :P

What is wrong with this world, so sad, angry and blue,

On Reliance Customer care, why it is so tough to get through?

Watching Reality shows is such a bad dream,

Do I really need to buy the men's fairness cream?

I have looked everywhere for the meaning of it all,

Watched how many movies, I can't even recall,

I am trapped it seems, life would soon write me an obituary,

Even worse, Sachin is not getting a century

But don't you folks worry, a new religion is here,

Embrace Arihantism, it will drive away all fear,

It's great, ticket to heaven is not conditional,

Taking a bath everyday is also optional

P.S. Credit goes to the Aditya Kulkarni for bringing this up at first place

An Ode to dear cow

O my dear Cow!!! how mighty you are,

Ruling the planet like a powerful czar,

You made your kingdom in the city of Bangalore,

We beg for your help, we can't take it anymore.

Majestically, you sit in the middle of the road,

Jamming traffic, disrupting your heavenly abode,

Bravely, here I come with a suggestion for you,

All those pedestrians, please haunt them too.

Just look how much traffic has grown,

The footpath should be now your ultimate throne,

We're here to pray, please spare us your wrath,

Go and terrorize people on the footpath.

P.S. Inspired from travel within Bangalore city markets and highly congested areas

Stupid Internet

Internet is full of nonsense.... trust me .. you would wonder after reading some of this:

1. If the whole world is a stage, then where is the audience sitting?

2. If the love is blind then why is lingerie so popular?

3. If man evolved from monkeys and apes, then why do we still have monkeys and apes?

4. I went to book store and asked the owner,"Where is the self help section?". She replies, "If I tell you, it would defeat the purpose"

5. They have found water on the moon, we just have to carry the scotch

Puchkas and Puchkewaala

For me, Puchka is the ultimate king of street food. I do not think about the hygiene for that very moment. Its like an ultimate moksha to me, however depressed I am or feeling low.

For my non- indian friends, the description of a puchka should go like this :

A firm semolina dough is rolled into small round pieces called Puris and deep fried into small hollow balls. You take one of these Puris and press your thumb into one side (one side of the puri is always fragile than the other; you would learn that by experience) to make a little opening and then proceed to stuff the puri with several fillings. Then you ceremoniously dunk the puri into spicy water and stuff the dripping puri into your mouth where it explodes into a crispy- spicy treat. In most cases, it is fiery enough that tears spring to your eyes and in that masochistic moment, you know that you are addicted to puchkas.

Today like most number of times, I got down from my office bus next to the Puchkawala near my house. His name is Ajay. I was casually talking to him while gulping Puchkas. Unfortunately he had lost 4 customers few minutes back as he was not at the stall at that time. He then told me how bad it feels when he loses them, and why each one of them is important for him. He said he pays a rent of Rs 3000 per month for the place. I felt it is too high a rent for Ajay. But he still has a smile on his face and serves the puchkas with the same delight as always. I had two rounds instead of one to fill up for atleast 1 out of 4 customers.

Ajay sells Puchkas opposite 64 Full house of Flavours Restaurant in Koramangala near Sweet Charriot