Wait

The diameter of the umbrella could not cover my entire body in this August rainy day when I was waiting for the most beautiful girl in my life. The rain did not bother me as much as the small drops of water that dripped down from the edge of my umbrella. The time was about 3:30 pm or may be 4.00 pm I really don't remember and am not bothered, OK but the time actually was 4:00 pm. What actually were bothering me were the rain drops.


I was sitting on a bench at the jogger’s park looking away at the rain drops ending their life when they touch the ground. Not that I was interested to do all this but I had to kill my time until she comes. I did not want to show her how upset I was waiting and thinking about her, so I wandered my mind looking and thinking about things that absolutely made no sense at all.


I saw a beautiful little girl may be 7 or 7.2 years of age. She was wearing a very cute pink color skirt and a transparent rain coat over it, which actually made her add another adjective... “Sweet”. I looked at her with a hope that I will have a cute little, sweet little daughter sometime.


Since I was not wearing a water resistant watch, I resisted my urge of looking at my watch for time. But I was sure the time was somewhere around 4:05 or 4:07 pm.
Everything over there reminded me of her. The bench, how we sat there for hours together with our group. I made every possible move to sit right beside her. She actively participated in getting me a place beside her. She had a purse that looked more like a Genie's pocket. I often wondered does she carry her Refrigerator in that. That cousin of a sumo wrestler was always kept besides her and it would make way only for me.


This was our first meet in monsoon. The dripping rains, sweet smell of earth, cute children playing and setting sun were all romantic but for me it felt like my patience was put to test.


Waiting for this long had always been for a bus before but this was heights. The time was passing on and there was absolutely no sign of her. Waiting any longer would have been waiting for more than eternity. My pulses were raising high. This romantic scenario changed all of a sudden. The small girl now no longer looked cute and sweet... What a spoilt brat I thought. The benches were now taking a toll on my back. My Trousers were all wet below the knee level.


I made up my mind that I would not talk to her unless and until she comes with a better explanation. I would shout at her and I really needed to shout at her. Instead of taking her for a movie I would take her to a book store and get some books with title "Time Management", "Time is money", "Respect time" or may be "The art of making it on time". My thoughts were taking a ride in the wrong direction without my permission. I even doubted her intensity of love for me. "How can a girl make a guy wait in this rain for so long?” Instead of taking her out to a restaurant I would take her to a golf club. Make her sit while I finish up with 18 holes or maybe I watch a ball game and she watches me. My thoughts were getting wilder and wilder. I felt like going home and giving her a ring and ask her to wait for me. I got little insane. I simply could not think anything correct but it was for sure that I would not spare her life no matter what.


A taxi stood at the gates of the park. I was not sitting far away from it. I saw a girl getting out of it half drenched in rain. She could barely manage herself with her umbrella and her bag.... her bag oh! My god, that’s her that's my love. The time now was somewhere around 4:12 pm and I saw her getting out of the cab now at this hour. I had been waiting for her since long. I saw her face only after the cab left and she covering herself under her pink umbrella. She was wearing a pink salwar kameez. Oh she looks beautiful in whatever she wears. I was lost in her eyes for some time. All of a sudden the world seems to look like an Eastman color movie and most of the things in slow motion. Her curious eyes were hunting for me. I could see her eye brows meeting each other or rather exchanging rain drops with each other. Finally her eyes found me. Her entire body responded to her eyes discovery. But I had made a mind set no talking to her and I was very angry about her coming late. I decided not to go for the movie with her. No ... I will keep my dignity. Now she was walking towards me. I wondered should I even bother to smile at her? Oh come on you can walk faster my mind thought. How cute it looked when she passed across these children playing in the rain. She looked one like them. But my decision would not change about the movie. She came closer and................. She smiled......


The movie was beautiful.

15 Minutes of Endless Journey

It was 6:12 am, mid week of December. The climate was cool with some fog and temperature just right enough to put your sweat glands to hibernation.I was desperately waiting for her. The wait for her seemed like I had been standing there for ages and I could wait for some more time. Exactly at 6:18 AM. I saw her running towards me. I was thrilled to see her beautiful smile cut through the early morning mist and making its way towards me. I wished she could run a little faster but I did not mind her current pace.

It was only when she made it very close to me that realized that I was not the only one waiting for her. I took a quick glance behind me and I was not at all surprised to see the population of India right behind me. People of different sizes, shapes and ages were waiting for her. Being "me" has always been difficult. Sharing things with stranger was one difficult situation to handle. People pushed me left and right to get the best piece of her. I had to fight my way in. This is the only time in my life when I seriously thought how concern our Government was when they put up these family planning ad's on TV. I never liked them, but now I started to respect them.

Early morning rush had made my hormones active "Let's win the war" attitude got in me. People were looking at me the same way vultures look at animals saying their last prayers. I realized the reason for the looks were because I was standing at the best place in the compartment near to the door. OK apart from my hormones my egos also boosted up. A sarcastic smile changed my facial structure. I was just little more than happy. I felt the world was beginning to envy me and I got what I deserved, the best. After she was almost full and I was pretty sure she couldn't take it any more from here, She started with a very slow pace gradually picking up her pace.

The experience inside was always a new one although I have been a regular one. New people, new problems and new facial expressions. In a crowded place like Mumbai, a good start of the day is decided by the quality of people joining you early in the morning for an adventurous trip. Some time you find difficult people with their own set of rules which hardly make any sense to me and some times you find people over anxious about the person standing right next to them. I love the second category of the lot as long as they are not standing close to me. I hate when strangers come up with suggestion about the song I play on my mp3 player or correcting any grammatical error while composing sms. Anyways they are not that big trouble makers as the first lot.

The best part about travelling together is that you don't have to buy yourself a copy of news paper. You will find varieties of it around you. All that you need is the "Art of Adjustment" to read them. OK I admit that I also sometimes fall in the second category of people those who take a sneak peak around to find something interesting. But I need to save some money and make apt use of resource. Thanks to my MBA classes I have learnt to term things that often shows how big a miser I am.... It is so difficult to confess.

We reached the second stop and the crowd inside was getting ready to withstand the pressure from the outside world. At this point of time Tsunami would have been less threatening. People tried to rush in applying all the forces Physics would ever allow you to apply. For a moment I felt the same pain the Spartans went through in the movie 300. But it did not take much time to get out of it as the pain was getting real and intense. I some how adjusted myself and continued with my journey of day dreaming. So where was I .. ah ha ya am back... I thought now this is the maximum she could ever take in the entire journey but my myth was shattered when a fellow passenger giggled and passed a comment wow she is empty today no rush at all. I started to argue with myself on his comments. I lost to the other side of me. She was indeed empty with only a small fraction of India's population in her.

The watch was showing some movement but the time was still. There was nothing happening inside and the world outside was covered in a natural blanket of mist. I really was not expecting any excitement or any reality show inside. I am a peace loving guy. But Marketing inside was something that always used to give me a reason to think. These sales men less than 12 years of age would bring in new strategies trying to grab the maximum from the market. Trust me this is a very potential place for business. Had I never done my MBA I would have given it a shot here. But I seriously don't understand how do they move about so comfortably when there is hardly any gap for air to pass through.

I was about reach my destination. The feeling of reaching your destination is different for different category of people. I don't know much about others but for me it was more like coming back home leaving my cousins and grandparents after a month of awesome, fun filled vacation. Phew oh my god my nose... This is a usual treatment you get early in the morning. Some a@@#03 just released some pressure from within him and filled the air inside the compartment with his home production special.. Guess that bastard must have had some hell of a non veg treat. Why do people think that the smell of bad breath and sweat mixed with cheap deodorant is not enough that they had to mark their presence by farting... Oh my God I guess I have a gun shot hole in my lungs now.... OK thank god that is over at last. I was standing near the exit not waiting for my destination to reach. I experienced a slow pat on my back. That gave me a sense of being important a feeling that I have been promoted to a higher level. A sense of being a little matured and responsible crept me. I turned back to see the source of pat. It was a short fellow who I guess was enjoying the smell of my deodorant. It took me about 7 seconds to locate the source. That was disappointing to see that pat was not the same as it was intended to be. The feel of omnipotence just left me without a notice. He wanted to know if we had a common destination or should he make some different arrangement to alight. OK reaching your destination is not that important for us but making sure that we get down at out destination was important.

The forces and laws of Physics would again be put into practice. I admire the law that says "Every action has equal and opposite reaction" and here my law says "The pain of getting in is directly proportional to the pain of getting out". I nodded to the guys response of patting on my back which in our tribe is a gesture of a positive answer. He gave a sigh of relief as I were to take all the bullets on my chest before it would rip his ... whatever. I stood my ground very strong. I had to withstand the forces acting behind me and had to apply extra force in front of me. Finally our destination reached ... she did not stop yet. She was killing the speed she attained on the way before a complete stop. But my fellow tribal would not believe in this concept of physics as for them the saying "Time is money" makes more sense. People standing in front of me adjusted their butts towards the direction of her movement and started running along with her after jumping out in the same pace that she had attained... People vanish the moment their feet touched the ground as if some kind of Voodoo or some black magic these tribal had been practicing for long. I some how manged to get out and made my self comfortable a little away from her adjusting my belt shirt and trousers which had lost their original form.

I took a quick glance of her moving away from me. I couldn't even wish her a good bye as she was going. But I was sure my journey wouldn't end here and I will meet her tomorrow again with the same charm on her face and different set of tribal around me.

G++

I was wondering what is the programming language the All Mighty God uses? Any answers?? I think he is too advanced to use C++. I have a feeling that he has an embedded technology called G++. Hey, why am I writing this should be a logical question.
I receive about 60 new mails on an average, Now 60% of it are forwarded messages among that I get messages which says that this is a special blessing send by Lord ******* (I don't intend to revel their identity) Forward this message in next 30 mins to 10 of your friends you will get what ever you deserve. I fell in this trap couple of times. I forwarded this message to 15 of my friends and made a wish for a girl. Now she is happily married, not with me though and about my 15 friends, they blocked my emailid for sending spams.
If at all god has to bless you why should he ever send you a mail and even if he has to why should he ever want them to be forwarded. Does he have any contract with Microsoft Corporation or other company that gives commission for circulating mails? The worst is that the origins of such mails are always from a friend who is into a CMM level 5 IT company.
Aren’t we IT people matured enough to understand that a Spam mail is a major pain in the wrong part of the body. Think ............................
Forward this Blog to 10 of your other friend s and have a year of good luck

Ctrl+Alt+Del

Hey Readers, Given something to think about what would you people like to think? A summer holiday with Nicole Kidman or just your girlfriend. Let me give you a topic to think about, it will make you feel a chill run through your spine. "Think of a Microsoft Operating System running on a machine having a keyboard and no mouse . The Keyboard does not have three buttons on it. Which one ? Ctrl+Alt+Del" .<br />Yeah it is horrible to even imagine that. But I was wondering if at all our life had these three "Magic buttons". You could just simply press the button and go back to start with a new life.. Exciting isn't it . But think about the worst if it turns out to be exactly like the one from Microsoft then your are done for. The same mistake would repeat again and again and one day you would realize that those buttons were not worth it.<br />Next topic about Ctrl+Z(Undo) hummm  ...........

Ah! Just when you think there is nothing new in life and then lo you find that your entire life is being miserable and you don't even know that.
I don't know if there are people going through that phase of life atleast I am not going through that phase of life. I enjoying living life to the full, enjoying each and every single bit of it. With good company of people around you, you have no time to think about anything like tension, stress and complex. Well I am a actually looking for a life like that.
I am looking for a perfect girlfriend but if discussed she would exists only in fairy tales or may be grandma stories. I am looking for a perfect job again if described I will have to be Mr Gate's boss. But one thing in my life I would never let compromise is laughter. Though not a good joker I manage to make people laugh(Tough Job, It is better to work with CIA).