The Media Transition

I was born in the great cosmopolitan city of Mumbai in a decade which kids of my age would call the true golden period. That of course has nothing to do with any technological advancement that happened in the time. Yes, we got something called the dial-up, but c’mon, I would say that the 21^st century is the time which truly deserves the internet era badge. Besides, who didn’t hate those cursed modem noises in the middle of the night, putting a damper on the plans?

No. When I talk of the golden age, I talk about the great age of the cartoons. The time when five year olds didn’t have to go through the ordeal known to us as “Oswald the octopus” or “Kipper the dog”. Kids didn’t have to wait entire ten minutes to watch as the octopus walked down to the candy store with his pet hotdog (seriously!! Who wrote that stuff??)  And then ended up being sad because he got only one scoop instead of two. Nah!! We were born in the age of Swat Kats, Ninja Robots, the centurions and most importantly Speed Racer. We didn’t watch cartoons which had enough sugar coating to give you diabetes. If any of those guys ran out of ice-cream, they would find a way to get some, not pet something which should be in the tummy. It’s no wonder children are put-off with the jstuff. I would never watch a cartoon named “Samsher Sikandar Aur Uske Chaddi Buddies” (not making this up). 

When I talk of media transitions, I guess as much as I’d like to continue with the problems in animation world, the thing which desperately needs the attention of some sane people is the advertising industry. I remember the “Mother Dairy” advertisements from near around 1995, the one with the “Doodh, Doodh, Doodh…” jingle. Now that’s what somebody would call a decent ad Or the ads by coca-cola which immortalised Aamir Khan’s and Aishwarya Rai’s faces on dhabha menu’s across the country. Those made sense. They advised you to enjoy a cold drink, to chill. Not like the recent cold drink ads which show people strapped to sofas and getting chucked of airplanes to get a thrill and enjoy a drink or Akshay Kumar running through an entire obstacle course around an area to get a ten rupee bottle of “thumbs-up”.

Yup, that’s what the adverts have become over the past fifteen years, from subtly advising you to buy the product to getting thrown off charter planes. The drinks haven’t become any better, but the ads have gone bizarre. The Pepsi Co' ads for example, with the “Youngistan” campaign tried to rally the youth into purchasing the drink. And dare I say it, the thing worked. Seeing people hold cans the way they did in the ads was a shocker, but I guess they proved a point. People do follow these ads pretty seriously, the people at the ad agencies seemed to have realised this and so does the censorship board, with it displaying disclaimer messages after every ad “This is a graphic generated stunt, PLELASE DONOT JUMP OFF A DAMN PLANE WITHOUT A PARASHUTE!!”. It’s sad really.

The field is really too big with the movies and television shows bringing about a big change in the media to actually cover. The change is just too much. Plots go for a toss in movies and soaps don’t seem to know when to end, even when the main concept story has long been over. Heck, the lead actor goes old, but the show must go on!! , well that is until the show just suddenly goes off air without so much as a good-bye show and is replaced by another one without any difference to those who watch them. Like un-caring zombies people are.

I guess I’ve made my point though. Things are changing and they change because public thinking is changing. Just wish they wouldn’t consider the viewer’s so dense as to actually get impressed with the trends they try to set. 

I'm back. I think...

It’s been about six months since I last blogged. To be completely honest, I did use to visit my blog regularly and see the activity and was quite surprised to find quite a few visitors. With constant reminders from the blog rating counter, I decided it was time I got back on to it. What made me come back to blogging? How I would love to say “I don’t know. It just pulled me back”. Truth be told, I have more stories to tell, to impart my not-so-important gyan to those who would still visit the blog looking for some updated posts…

I’ve seen and experienced loads of things from ever nosy people and uncomfortable situations. Things weren’t all bad, the college team cleared through that contest I had talked about in an earlier post. Big relief that was.

To be short, this isn’t much of a blog entry. It’s more of a small post which I’m typing just to tell the occasional visitor that this blog will be active from now on. Keep Visiting

The concept of God

 This is one topic on which I can drone on and on about. Earlier, God was an important person. A problem solver. A nice guy who helped people, destroyed evil, had the meanest set of weapons (according to the Hindu mythology anyways)….there weren't many arguments with the concept of God. Well that was when I was a wee little kid. See, the thing was, I had never given the thing much thought. All the traditions just seemed to fit the order of things. All the festivals, all the rituals just seemed in place. That was until the inquisitive old me asked mom one of those questions. The question I don’t remember, but the reply wasn’t quite what I had hoped for. Something was fishy.

I was aware of all the religions around me, and was determined to get an answer to my questions (yes questions….they had multiplied in time). Along came Wikipedia in all its awesome glory. I read about the Greeks, Egyptians, the pagans and my own religion. I tried to go deep into philosophy and even went as far to attempt to read the Iliad and Odyssey. Much of my knowledge about ancient Greek religion came from them which I then refined on further reading. It wasn’t long before I started joining the dots. I tried finding a relation between the religions of the old. Cooked up quite a mess in my head. Suddenly Poseidon’s trident resembled Shiva’s and Indra appeared more like Zeus.

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Time passed on, and I was introduced to the concept of science. Did a further study on different apparent energies in the universe. The concepts of the big bang, the big crunch, anti-matter, the particles found in the hadron collider seemed to open an endless world of possibilities. Suddenly everything was all about logic and proof. The concept of God didn’t seem to have an answer, and back then all questions had answers. I doubted the presence of a superior being, but there was always a constant doubt in my head. Can so many people actually be wrong? Ages of wisdom built on the foundation of belief just wrong? The doubt still haunts me, but then again, no matter how much I try to deny the presence of a higher power, I still find myself chanting the name of the family deity whenever I’m in a fix. Can’t seem to help it. Apparently it’s hardwired in my head.

I had long discussions with my father and it all came down to one thing. Faith. God may or may not exist, but the concept of someone being in charge just felt comforting. Something like knowing you have your mother/father looking after you. It kept little kids from doing wrong (to some extent at least). So as I type this post down, I say that I have faith. I believe in the concept of God. I have belief that there exists a higher power that fuels this universe. You want science? The day someone can define what ENERGY really is, then I may question my belief. I don’t mean the high school definitions. If energy can neither be created nor destroyed, where on earth do you get whatever you have from? You convert other forms of energy. Where did they come from? What was there before the big bang? A white sheet of paper? What caused a particle to explode to form the universe as we know it?

If you’re one of those brilliant minds who say they won’t believe in God until they see him, tell me. Do you believe in the concept of heat? Can you see when an object is hot? No. You only see it’s effects. You only feel it. Feeling is a sensation. If your brain fails to acknowledge something, for example, a red hot lump of coal in your hand, it doesn’t mean it’s not there. It’s there all right. And your hand is burning away.

So I end this post by saying that, yes, I do believe in God. For those who are still looking for answers and look to science for an explanation, even science cannot deny the explanation of some extra factor when you go deep enough…      

Professional stuff v/s Friendship

I bet I'm not the first person to put up a post on this topic. I expect there must be hundreds of post like this one, trying to tell people from making their social life interfering in their professional life. The two things are meant to stay separate, no matter what. I've seen friendships turn sour on this note more than once. It's always the same. It always starts with two people working together. Those two apparently are friends too. Then after a while comes a time (this moment ALWAYS comes when things like this happen) when one of the friends tries to take an advantage of the other for professional help. Now a little hand here and there is cool, no one minds. But what does get troublesome is when someone expects "favours". Favours not involving the other person entirely and may put the other friend in jeopardy. By the above I mean stuff like, him completing the assignments in the name of friendship while the other "friend" goes out to enjoy his life. Or in college when you have to sit through a particularly dead boring class while your friend is out relaxing. Feels sorta bad. 

The worst is when you work as his team leader and have to assign work to him. That's when things get most dangerous. You try to assign everybody work (including yourself) and there you see your "friend" laying off cause he knows you. When you ask him to do it, he takes you for granted. When you have no choice but to order him to do it, suddenly it's an ego problem and *POOF!!* there goes ages of friendship. Who is at fault here? The bossy friend or the "I'll do it later" friend?

Such things came to line with me during an engineering competition we were participating in. I tried telling people (classmates) to get to work. I had finished my part ages ago and the whole thing was stuck cause of three guys doing stuff at their own pace. We had a deadline. A very tight deadline. The only way to get them to really get them to work was to get all bossy (my friend, also our team captain did that). Not very pleasant, but had to be done. Even that didn't help much. But it sure got them working faster if with a scrowl on their face. We barely got the design ready in time for the event. But my friend did end up getting all sorts of criticism from other about how he's an equal, even if he's a team captain. But everybody failed to see the end result. Awesome it was.

Whatever the case may have been, it was a sad scenario. Friendship is best kept at a distance, or if you look at this in another way, atleast you get to know people are true to you and won't use personal connections to get their work done. I always say that unconditional friendship is the best. Pure emotion and understanding. No messy business. Work and friendship is best left alone, unless the situation get really bad and I'm sure a true friend would never back down from helping a friend in need...

The Resume

It all seems a long time ago. I had my 10^th standard and was reasonably happy with my results, the time was all about how fun life had become, and about how we had crossed the first major exam we were to give…life was full with the feeling of accomplishments. Just when things seemed at their best, the big question was thrown at us, “What do you plan on taking up as a career?”

BANG!! All the fun shot right out of the sky of bliss. I remember NOT trying to think on the topic. I was 15. I had a good 8 years before me for that decision. Back then, it didn’t matter what I did as long as I was happy. Personally, my first thought was going into literature, but on further thinking I didn’t think that I would like to do that for the rest of my life. I had zero interest in the matters of finance, so the commerce section was out. Thinking of cutting up something really didn’t fit the mood either. So non-medical science it was. Technical drawing subject was an added incentive. It was fun to do. The two years of high school passed like crazy and before I knew it, there I was again, sitting on a chair with my standard 12^th board paper in front of me. That too passed without much difficulty. Time for a momentary rest before the entrance test began. Yeah right. Before the first day after the exams was out there was that question again “What do you plan on taking up as a career?

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So college it was. After much discussion, a career path was finally in view. Or so I had thought. At college it was “What job are you planning to apply for?”  

All throughout the education lifetime, that is the only thing people ask. And the sad part is, people actually relate to those questions. Can’t blame them can i? I mean, those times are past when people studied cause they wanted to. Life has turned out to be one big struggle. Throughout their lives people take up jobs against their better judgement just cause it pays well. Now I admit that money can be a big driving force, but wouldn't a person be more successful in doing something he enjoys?

I've seen guys go through 4 years of engineering to ultimately just getting a bank job. I really don’t see the point here. Surely a person from an educational background of commercial studies will be more suited to the job than you. Having all that technical data stuffed in your head for four years and you don’t want to make use of it? If the money is a big priority, then I understand, but I've seen well off people just jump at the opportunity to move to a non-engineering job.

People do all these software courses to boost up their resume, when they don’t give a hoot about what they are learning. All they seem to want another certificate to put up in their resume. When I asked a fellow classmate about this, he just shrugged and said that he didn’t care what they were teaching. He wasn’t even attending the classes religiously. He just wanted another certificate.

I see the race happening. I can see the mice running to get the cheese. But I guess people miss the fundamental point here. You get a job so you can earn and live a comfortable life. If the job makes your life a boring one (that’s around 8 hours a day, maybe more), then doesn’t it all sort of defeating the purpose? What god is a sports car if you don’t get a chance to drive it?yttt

The monk, the knight and the assassin

Man. Since the early days he has believed himself to be the most oderly and disiplined of all the species inhabiting this planet. That's what the word "Job" signifies, right? A role in the social for mutual benefit. A soldier to protect, a king to rule, a minister to think, a vendor to trade...all working together to build a large community. Turned out well. But every society has a menace. A person hell bent on causing trouble. The devil among the angels. The one to cause a disturbance in the order of things. A person who makes life difficult. How to deal with such people? Well I got down to assigning my own designations depending on ways to tackle the wrong doers. We all have people in our lives we want to make peace with. Our competitors, arch nemesis etc...and we have our own way to take care of such people. I've tried categorizing each person's style of action into 3 types upon observations : The monk, The knight and The assassin.

In my books, the monk is the original pure heart. I've seen people reasoning with impossible pricks, trying to convince the other people to make peace. Who wants to battle it out with the same person for their entire career anyways? Well I've seen these people take on everything the sadists throw at them and still stand up going about their business without so much as a swear. If it becomes too much, they try to reason, but will never retaliate. I immensely respect such people. But it boils my blood to see them being used. And it happens quite often. Classrooms, during projects, offices....everywhere.

The next character is the knight. Much like the monk, well that is until you cross the threshold limit. Then he turns into a bad-ass to get back at the menace. But mind you, the knight is still good at heart and will not cause any lasting damage. Maybe he'll tell the person off (loudly) or maybe a little tussle (not advised), but mostly he would not harm the enemy until he's really pissed. I think it's the ideal character. Good in nature but doesn't take crap from people after an extent. A tolerance is present, but being good at heart would not taint the person in question.

The Knight

The last person on the list and the deadliest of them all. The assassin. He will be out for blood. He will ruin the person for what he has done to him. He would take revenge. The exact opposite of the monk. An evil to fight the evil.Not saying he'd kill literally (God NO!!), but he would do the same to the person who has done him wrong. Tit for tat.

The Assassin

There is only one reason I'm working on this post. Cause I feel there is everyone of these characters in everybody. Each of us has a monk, a knight or a wannabe assassin in him. I say wannabe assassin cause I'm assuming that no person would knowingly want to jeopardize the other person even for revenge. I can't. It happened recently too. My project was messed with. Ruined a thing I was working so hard on. Gone. Believe me. I wanted to rip him apart. You can say I lacked the guts to do that.
On the other hand, I feel that as respected a monk may be, one needs the knight to protect himself. I've seen people bulldozing competition unfairly and may be needed to be taught a lesson. There has to be a tolerance limit.

As for me, guess it just boils down to being the better human being. Good day :)

KEEPING IN TOUCH

People meet in different circumstances all the time. Some turn out to be your enemies, some become your friends, some go by as your acquaintances and some people just go by without having any influence at all. Then what? What happens if the person becomes a part of your life? Do you nurture the friendship? Well that is upon the individual in question it not?

There are people who you care about. Friends who you are as close to as your sibling. Suddenly he has to move to a different place. You promise to stay in touch. For a time being you do too. Then as a few months go by, you get busy. You call a few times, your friend calls a few times, but in the end, it sort of just sublimes to an rare call on a occasion. The sad part is, it becomes a two way thing.

Then there are times when the universe just seems to conspire against the bond of friendship get-togethers. Like last year. All my friends had made a plan to go to Corbett. I was all set too. Had been ages since I had met my buddy. Then the most unexpected thing happens...my practicals get ridiculously postponed by a week and end the same day when everyone's been supposed to go back!! The timing couldn't have been better.Then the latest thing.

My friend called me recently to invite me to his sister's marriage. He stays in Delhi while i'm here in Pune. I couldn't go. All my friends would be there. I feel like a toddler who has been refused the permission to play with his friends cause he apparently has more"Productive" thing to do. It felt wrong. It felt bad. The guilt was huge. Here is a guy who invites me to his place 2000kms away and i can't go.

Every time i think of ringing them up, i end up thinking whether i would be disturbing their schedule or something. Many a time, i don't bother. I don't know why. These people are the one of the best people i have met in ages and they seem to be fading away, slipping away like sand grain from my hands...people move on, they fade away and make space for those who arrive in your life everyday. But you try to hold on. As i am trying. I try to stay in touch. Though admittedly i might not be doing enough.

Maybe it's time i did something about it though. A short trip to Delhi wouldn't hurt. I'll pre-book my tickets to be sure.

Dedicated to all the friends i don't wanna loose....ever!!

Fear nothing but fear itself

Self preservation is a very strong motivational force. It is only natural to try to protect oneself from harm by taking certain measures. All that is completely understandable. The problem is when we go overboard with the "being cautious" part. Nobody is asking you to do something stupid, but a little risk here and there is justified, right?

Fear is THE most important emotion as per me. When you fear something, it tells you that the thing can cause you harm. If you fear FOR something, then you know you care for that thing/person. It's not as bad as it sounds. Without fear, there would be no caution. Honestly speaking, how many motorists would wear a helmet or use the seatbelt if it wasn't for the fear of being caught by the ever ready traffic cop? 

Being scared is the reason for long self sustainance. Lemme give you an example, imagine not feeling pain. Not knowing that nothing can cause you discomfort. Would you then stop yourself from putting your hand into the fire? Fear prevents you from doing stupid things. But it isn't too good a thing either. As essential as it is, fear can many a times cause quite the reverse effect. Like in those cases where pedestrians are scared stiff in the middle of the bus you road and stay rooted there till a big truck makes them roadkill.

But, guess you must already know this part, fear isn't always the best guide. How many instances do you remember where you didn't do as something just because you were afraid that something might go wrong, only to regret it later. That there, is your fear of failure. Some people find this inspirational, a challange. Others, like me, most probably falter. Many a times the latter situation leads to your dread actually coming true.

My folks have always told me about how people would try to use your own fear against to you for their own agendas. So naturally the next exercise would be to know about how to mask your fears. I for one, have it bad. First sign of distress and my face lights up to a shade of red like a Christmas tree. Not good people, not good.

So you see, its mighty important to conquer your fears or they would prevent you from competing menial tasks in your day to day life. Want an example? Ever seen a late night horror movie only to return home with the living daylights blown outta you? Every corner has an apparent ghoul/demon/possessed toy waiting to rip your guts out. Fear does th.at to you. You start anticipating the worst. In real life you start imagining scenarios. It only goes downhill from there.

So to end it all, unlike what most people would advise you, don't let go of your fears. They help you survive, but then again, don't let them rule you. All the best. 

The Blogging Experience

It all started a few months ago. I remember trying to plan up a mystery novel and figured out that that the best way to improve my writing skills. But the big question was, who would read all the stuff i have written? Sure i could write and then i could read my own articles but the review by other people seem to be a better option. So i decided to put up a blog. Seemed like a perfect idea. I type what i want to express and others can read and i can get an occasional;feedback on my writing style. I tried one of the sites i had heard most about back then. Blogspot. Next was the name of the blog page. What should i call it? Names have always dumbfounded me since as long i can remember. I remember all the bizzare names i had come up for the college sae team.

Then it came to me. I name i was given in school. Wobble. I remember it having something to do with my short attention span, but anyways it had become a name i had decided to take up. I was Wobble. So it seemed natural that my blog should be called Wobble's Place. It was a place for me to speak up after all. That decided i registered my blog and planned to get down to blogging the next day.

Well...that was the plan. Thing was, i had totally forgotten interest in the blogging idea. I went on with my normal college schedule, trying a little to continue with my book. Then i hit the block. Thing is, when i was planning on writing a mystery novel, i had planned on making the plot completely secure, i.e, without any loopholes. And i could not think of one proper trap for the protagonist. Always figured out a way for him to escape. Thing was, i wanted him to be trapped helpless, and if i could think of an exit strategy, so could the reader. Ultimately the writing part was put on hold, and i started giving a little mind space to technical stuff like engines and automobile systems. I still dig those topics, but somewhere, i still wanted to write. I had always wanted to be a writer or a free lance journalist before i decided to take up engineering.

A few months had passed by now from the time i had first registered my blog. I was reminded about it by a close friend who had resumed the work on his own blog Crimson Room Thoughts. Totally inspirational. It all started coming back to me. My blog. My desire to write.I decided to give it a go. Again. I put up a post called "Social Blackhole". My attempt on Social Networking. Followed by a few personal posts. I guess, at that time i knew my blog wasn't known at all, so i literally used to write whatever came to my head. My friend encouraged me to write more. I did. Got myself registered at Blogadda and Indiblogger. Seeing the count cross 1000 for the first time made me smile. The feeling was awesome. :)

I recently got my first Indirank. 70. Maybe in times to come, i'll get better. Blogging had become a part of this person and i can't help but smile when i read other blogs and feel awesome realizing that i'm a part of communities with people who have such excellent minds. A freedom. Maybe one day i can call myself a proper blogger and count myself amongst the other intellectuals.

Signing off : The Amateur Blogger 

The idiots i work with...

It all started with a game. A computer game. Till the time I had laid my hands on it, cars were just a mode of transportation. Some cheap, some insanely expensive and many totally practical. But not until I had given the game a try, I truly came to appreciate those machines. Initially it was all about tweaking my game car to be fastest amongst all. I rarely worked my gaming skills. To me it was all about the car. The smarter the machine, more is the ease with which you control it. That’s the way I look at this. Humans can’t be trusted with their hands. The little left for them to do, the better. Gradually from the game, I came to think more about all the cars. Particularly the shiny, exotic ones. The tech used in them, the brains, the mechanics, the balance of speed and luxury…every aspect of an automobile would send an energising current through my body. So you can imagine how I must have felt when I received my first SAE (Society of Automotive Engineers) student membership card. Sure it’s a fairly ordinary thing, but an own card with the words “Automobile” on them meant something to this kid. And when there was an announcement in class about taking part in an ATV manufacturing competition, I was ecstatic. Engineering would finally become awesome. A team of 19 working non-stop, designing every smallest possible detail about a car, it was a dream.

 I was in for a rude lesson in reality. Don’t get me wrong, I had an excellent time working and studying for the competition. The scrutiny we had to undergo was awesome as well. The problem here was not the hard work, but the people I had to share the work with. At the very beginning, we had divided ourselves into different groups, with each group given a specific detail to work on (Brakes, steering, suspensions etc…), so in the end we can have an efficient working environment with a high success rate.

As if that worked out. It was about a month since we had returned from our summer breaks. Me and a friend had done quite a handful of research on ATVs and where I was ready with detailing for a few parts and the innovations to be used, he was ready with the rest of the structure. Everything seemed to be in place. All we needed were the details from the other 17 to put together the rest of the design. That was like 50% of the total work. We were in a mess. People had simply not given any thought to the detailing, taking it for granted that I and my friend would get them done along with our own stuff, since we were the ones “MOST INTERESTED” in this.

A Very Early Design On My First Attempt

Out of the nineteen, 12 of them refused to do any sort of work at all. 4 of them claimed to have read a little for the event while the two of us had to really go overboard with all the designing on our own. Bad experience, especially with a deadline looming over. Anyways, we got through with that with a decent result, which those”@#^$%*#^” promptly took the credit for. I liked working and all, but it saddened me to see people use our efforts to their convenience. Well that was forgotten soon enough. What was done was done. We would have to be careful about the team in the future.

Two months later came about another competition from SAE. We had to build a race car. F1 style. Passions went soaring again. But this time we were a little smarter. We made a smaller team of eight and decided to go for it. Work went on quite smoothly, with limited people. But then those who had not made it to the team, came about, throwing about every pessimistic dialogue they could deliver.

“Waste of time…” they say.

“We could not do it then. How do they think they can manage it now?”

We.  WE?  I’ve almost had it with these fools hanging around. This is about as frustrating as it gets. I you can’t do the thing for yourself, at least let the other person give it a try. The idiots would try everything they can to discourage us from taking part. Is this how messy it gets in the professional offices too? Is the world such a sad place?

A few days for the competition remain. I’m waiting to see how it pans out. A selection would be an awesome slap on their faces. It’s Passion vs “the other idiots”. Lets see who wins…

Horrific Night After Dinner

I've been staying in Pune for the past two and a half years, that is, ever since i started by engineering course. The city is fairly peaceful, though I can say I have very rarely felt at peace here. Guess I miss home. This incident took place one night when I was returning home from a friend’s birthday treat. We had gone for dinner to a KFC outlet a few kilometres away from home. We had packed a nice dinner and were feeling pretty satisfied. We thanked our friend for the awesome treat and started for our place on my friend’s Pulsar. We decided to take a longer route home and enjoy the slight cool about the city. What we did fail to check was the fact that we were running low on fuel. Luckily there was a small gas station along the way where we decided to tank up.

While my friend, Rohan, was getting his bike refuelled, I decided to take a stroll about and take a look around. There wasn’t much to look about though. There were dense trees on either side of the road. Looked pretty creepy at night too. I was just turning back, when I heard sounds of whispering. Now I’m not the one to normally eavesdrop on any random stranger’s conversation, but in this case I was lucky I did. They were 2 men loaded with tobacco (disgusting). Both dark and buff. The look at those arms made me gulp. They looked like they could snap my neck like a twig. They were conversing in Marathi. Being from Mumbai, I could slightly comprehend what they were saying, the basic words at least (I’ve been born and brought up in Mumbai, but can’t speak Marathi to save my life, go figure).

What I heard, gave me a near heart attack. The goons were discussing my friend standing by his motorcycle. They were planning to mug us when we left the place. I could see the big oaf, one of them; take out his knife and wiping it with a dirty cloth. That thing was HUGE! I had to bite my tongue from crying out loud. We didn’t stand a chance against these goons. Unless we had an advantage. I checked that the two men were busy with their planning and observing Rohan. I had to act fast. It was time for action.

I walked towards Rohan who looked cross. I had been gone for some time. I told him the situation and watched as all the colour drained from his cheeks. He started fumbling with his keys and planned on out racing the goons. I told him that could be risky. I was terrified like crazy too, but it was time for calmness. I formulated a plan and calmed Rohan down with a pep talk and words of encouragement. Even I was surprised with the words flowing out of my mouth. Fiery. But self-appreciation could wait we had a plan to put into action. Rohan parked his bike at the gas station exit and wandered about as if to take a leak. I walked up to the small shop at the gas station, where the attendant was busy listening to music on his radio. The goons were there too. They stopped talking as I walked in. This was a risk. If the attendant was in on their plan, I was dead meat. I took my chance. I started speaking in hindi to the attendant about how he had cheated my friend of his money. The guy got angry and started screaming about how he was an honest man and that he could do nothing if the fuel prices were on the rise. I lashed out calling him all sorts of names and creating a ruckus. Even I was surprised at the words flowing out of my mouth like flaming arrows. The goons sitting at the corner were grinning to themselves apparently amused by the show. That was my purpose. Seeing them distracted, I kept on ranting like a madman and I guess it got quite serious. Well that was good.

While I put up a show for goons, Rohan managed to find a wedge and a few tools lying around. Utter chaos. It was time. Until now it was a loud discussion. Now it had to get louder. I started shouting at the top of my voice about how innocent students were being cheated in the name of fuel. My voice and the loud radio pretty much drowned away all the other noises, including the noise of Rohan hammering holes into the fuel tank at the bottom. I saw him move towards our bike after one last swear, stormed out leaving the attendant fuming. We started on our way praying the goons don’t follow. Well even if they did, we were prepared. Soon enough, we saw their bike at a distance behind us and frightfully, it was closing in. They hadn’t noticed the hole at the bottom, and were asking us to pull over or that we would pay.  Yeah right!!

We went on faster. After five tense minutes, their bike started spluttering and broke down as they looked puzzled. We zoomed away, leaving the goons cursing behind us. WHEW!!


This post has been put up for the KFC "Set's you on fire!!" contest. Hope you like this story, imaginary as it is... 

The idle mind - A post by a very bored person

I was really looking forward to this week. The first week of the year. The college doesn’t open for another week. No books. No studies. No chores. Sitting here in my rented apartment with a week of nothingness seemed like a nice change from the busy exam schedule. All would have been perfect, IF there was somebody to spend all this free time with. None of my friends are here. My laptop has just come back with a new hard disk, and thus, no source of entertainment there. So I now have a week in front of me with nothing but a project coming up to work with. As much as I love what I’m doing, it does get awfully monotonous. I just can’t imagine myself sitting at one place working on a design with nothing else to do. Summing it up, I as bored as one can be.

I often wondered how it must be for those who lived alone in big cities. I had imagined it to be a cool thing to stay like that. No commitments, coming and going as one sees fit, living the life with your own terms…but now all that seems pointless. My schedule involved getting up late in the morning, around nine, lazing around for an hour getting up, walking around like a zombie, going downstairs for a bite to eat, coming back up and then finally settling down to get the design done. Then I take a nap and repeat the above process. Like I said, pure uselessness.

An idle mind is a devil’s workshop. So says a famous quote. In that case, I’m pretty sure mine must be close to a forge or a workshop of a sort by now. What really got me worried was the fact, thati could not think of even ONE thing to do in all this free time. So I decide to do the thing I like to do best, write. Or in this case, blog about something. Normally it doesn’t take much to think about what to write. I’m far from a good blogger. Just a beginner here, but the ideas never seem to be a problem. Life, being the biggest inspiration, just seems to supply the mind with ideas. Right now, the lake full of ideas is as dry as a patch of the Sahara. Forget blogging, my mind seems to have totally lost all capability to think beyond what i'm supposed.

I started trying to keep myself busy. Got deeper into my design, started thinking about philosophies, religion, reading a book (Girl who kicked the hornet's nest, brilliant read BTW) and now have started feeling somewhat better.I'll be coming up with different posts soon. This writers block is a terrible thing. I hate blankness. But i'm happy about this free time. You get to know yourself best at such times. 

If indeed there is a devil residing somewhere in the grey matter, sir, PLEASE STOP MESSING AROUND WITH MY HEAD!! 

I WILL LOOSE WEIGHT....eventually...!!!

The clock had just struck twelve and the fireworks officially announced the beginning of the year 2012. There were echoing voices screaming "Happy New Year". Lots of hugs, Hi-Fives and toasts to the new year. The barbecue party had turned out to be a cool idea and the night couldn't have been better. Amidst all this wishing frenzy, I had a piffany of a sort. I don't quite know what bought it on, just that all of a sudden, as my friends describe it, i had a weird expression on my face. Something between gleam and madness in my eyes. And all of a sudden there was voice shouting above all others," I HAVE MY NEW YEAR'S RESOLUTION!! I WILL HIT THE GYM SOON, AND I RESOLVE THAT BY THE END OF THIS YEAR, I SHALL BE AS FIT AS THAT GUY IN ELEMENTARY BIOLOGY BOOKS!!!"

That said, i looked around to see the encouraging faces of my friends. with maybe a few words of encouragements.
**crickets** and maybe a *snicker*

Not a reaction i was expecting, but i guess i had earned it. I had been giving them that crap since as long as i can remember. I am not fat. Not exactly anyways. But anyways, I decided it was time to get in shape, and decided to hit the gym. Sadly, the hit the gym thing never took place. I either sleep past my exercise time or sometimes am in simply no mood to get up out of my comfy bed to take a jog. So far, a few days into the new year, it's too cold to venture out early in the morn. It's like there is no right time to do this. Plus the fact that staying here actually helps me loose weight. How? No clue. I'm not eating what you would call a balanced diet. Maybe it's all got something to do with the running around to college.

But I guess it's time that all the procrastination comes to a stop. Sure it wouldn't be pleasant to get up early, but maybe I can fall into a routine. Maybe. I have my doubts. I wouldn't be surprised if there are other people like me out there. I have no problem getting up. It's the going out the house part. Plus realising the fact that those jogging around you are twice your age does not sort of make it any better. If not for my body, then to show all those people out there that i can do it. I've just about had it with people rolling their eyes whenever i mention the topic.

Hope i can bring myself up to task.