Sandeep’s prashne guchcha July 31, 2008
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source: ancientscripts.com
Namasakara
Nanna hesaru Meghana. Ee prashne gala guchcha vannu nanage nanna snehithanaada Sandeep Kalisiddane. Idaralli naanu nanna bagge naana vishayagalannu heluttini.
Nanage halavaru bashegalenu barodilla. Kannada,angla haagu hindi bhaashegalalli naanu matanadballe.
Naanu ipattu varshada yuvati.sangeeta,sahitya,nrutya yendare nanage bahala aasakti.
Naanu yamtrashaastrada nakaneya varshadalli iddene.
Nanage bahala tarada sangeetha ishta. MSS ravara “Dasana madiko yenna” athava Kelly clarskon avara “ Breakway” ,yavude haadadru nanna manassige spandisuvudu.
Nanage pranigalu yendare bahala prema,naayigalu mukhyavagi .
Jeevanadalli kurudu haagu mentally challenged makkalige yenadru sahaya madbekamba chala nannalide .
Aashirvadisi,nanna kanasugalu nijvagli yendu .
Neevu idanna odidakke bahala dhanyavadagalu.
Nimage ishtavadare kanditha ee prashnegalige neevu uttara kodabahudu : )
idara moola vanna illi nodi
Shubhamasthu
PS: some assumptions are made in this post
I have equated tag=prashnegala guchcha 
even though there are no questions asked in this tag !
also made ample use of Kannada Kasturi
85 minutes of Panic July 26, 2008
Posted by megcloud9 in Uncategorized.Tags: 25/7, a tense day of my life, bangalore bomb blasts, blore bomb blast, july's attack, panic, terror
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source:larvatusprodeo.net
Standing next to Spencer’s on Mg Road at 3:00 p.m, I was bargaining for a copy of Subroto Bagchi’s “Go Kiss the World” when I received an sms from a friend saying “Hey people, 6 blasts@blore, Reach home immediately”. I was surprised and told Amma that we should leave soon. My mom wasn’t convinced and thought it was a prank sms. I called up the friend and he confirmed my worst fears. There were 6 blasts around Madivala, Koramangala and more were expected, so rush home immediately he said.
From there on began 85 minutes of panic within me. We began to walk towards the pre paid auto stand which is a stone’s throw away from the Spencer’s outlet on Mg Road.On the way, we tried to hail a few autos but to our bad luck, all were either full or were not stopping at all. At the auto stand, the policeman was trying to convince people to share autos –those who had to reach the same areas were being asked to oblige and being sent off as quickly as possible. All around me, I could witness the tense faces of people, glued to their cell phones trying to reach their loved ones. One girl, in fact was literally screaming on the phone saying “Stay right there @ A’s place, I will come and pick you up from there” .People were panicking but were also reasonably alert. It seemed as though everyone had just one thought on their minds-to reach home, at the earliest.
We waited for about seven minutes at the auto stand and then I saw a lone auto a few meters away. A passenger was alighting from it and I ran to the auto driver and asked him “Mathikere? “,”150 madam” is all he said. My mom tried to argue but I was too tensed so I just said “ok” and we were on our way. Traffic jams welcomed us at GPO, Rajbhavan Road and almost every other intersection. Add to this, the auto driver’s explanation of where the blasts had happened, how the roads were blocked, he was going on and on, we were hardly listening. Then a light drizzle hit the roads. I was looking back and checking the auto space lest something be fitted in the God damn auto itself. Everyone looked suspicious to me whenever we waited at a signal. One man was listening to an AR Rahman tune and coolly driving his Civic, we wondered if he had no idea about the blasts or cared least about it? It is not easy to remain calm in such situations especially when telephone lines are cut off and traffic jams penetrate every inch of the city. The least we can do is reach home and heed to the Police’s instructions of not going out anywhere unless an emergency is required.
When we reached the IISc junction, the driver got a call and he began speaking in chaste urdu. This made me break out in a sweat and we hoped he would end his conversation soon. You cannot help but suspect everyone around you. You trust no one in such situations and maybe rightly so cos you love your life too much …
He finished the conversation in about 2 minutes and we were off again. All the while I got more messages and one or two calls asking me where I was and to get home soon.
Finally at about 4:25, we reached home and heaved a sigh of relief. We handed over 150 bucks and thanked the auto driver. Saw the news and calmed down downing a bottle of water. All blasts were of low intensity and were triggered to create panic. One person has been reported dead and a few more injured. Today, few more bombs were diffused in the city. It is going to be a tense and tragic weekend for our city. It is unfair, we scream out. Why us, we shout even more only to get hoarse. Sigh, where are we getting to with all this around us. As I type in this, reports of blasts in Ahemadabad are being flashed on TV screens. I do not know where we will land up with such a terror blanket being thrown upon us from time to time, all I can say is Be safe, take care, Heed the police’s advise ,Help each other and try to stay as calm as possible because I know staying completely calm is easier said than done .
Updates of the blasts are available at ndtv.com
Sweat,Silks and Saravana Bhavan July 24, 2008
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Three things synonymous with a place called Chennai
Had been there from the 16th to the 19th (July!) with just one agenda in mind.
SHOPPING
Yes, cousin’s wedding nearing soon and we were there to shop for sarees. The choice, range and variety enthralled us .Starting at ten am every morning we would explore the nook and corner of all possible stores on Tnagar .
1st day –RMKV-decent variety but bad pricing so a thumbs down later we went to Pothy’s ,landed at the right place .We shopped till we dropped buying sarees for all our relatives and this store has 6 floors and a saree for any budget –from 1k to 100000 !Next stop Nalli’s ,which is also a place with a lot of old world charm 
and lovely silks.
2nd day-Pothy’s again (: but also explored Kumaran’s and The Chennai Silks ,all a thumbs down.My recommendation for temple jewelery @ Chennai would be Sukra Jewellers,Check out their site. I bought some nice stuff here too:)
3rd day-packed,went to Narayan Pearls ,they have like a dozen outlets in Tnagar alone !
Caught the Shatabdi back home n reached Blore at about 10:45 p.m.
The heat wave was bad while we were at Chennai but somehow did manage thanks to A/C cars 
lol . I shiver in AC cars here in Blore
One thing that completely mesmerized me while we were at Pothy’s ,there was the Aadi(Aashada)sale going on and the place was completely jam packed,even in the expensive sarees section,the crowd remained monstrous,the women always liking a saree that someone else had already selected and then making a run for it if the other party rejected it.Staff members keeping an eye out for people who are suspicious characters.Me asking for coffee a hundred times before it came to me in a small cup at the store,the crowd resembling a fish market,the vegetable counter where Pothy’s gave away 4 apples for a purchase of 10k,a vegetable packet for every purchase of 1k and so on.. these scenes will remain etched in my pea brain
Saravana bhavan is a fab place for lunch and dinner.i love the ambience,quality of food and service there.they have like a zillion branches and if you do visit Chennai do not miss their Mini Idlis which is available only at their speciality restaurants if I am right !
So here I am back now,recovering from a sore throat ,thanks to drinking water ,juice,coffee,tea everything
possible while @ Chennai ,so been a bit lazy on the blog-o-sphere . will get back to normal in a few days..
Till Then
Sweat,Silks and Saravana remains a sweet memory Vannakam ,BTW I bought a Pattu pavadai after a long long time this while @ Chennai:)
PS: The power cuts back here @ Blore are so annoying !!!
Don’t mess with my room July 11, 2008
Posted by megcloud9 in Break Free, break the rules.Tags: my life's problems, OCD
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Yeah, it’s for sure, I suffer from OCD
I come back home after a long tiring journey and find the computer covers all out of place and the printer sheet thrown away.
I fume, give out a scream, mutter a few expletives to myself and re-arrange things quickly.
I cannot recall when this obsession began, probably way back in class 4 or 5. I had this habit of arranging all my books in a particular manner, largest to smallest neatly stacked in a row, even if one book was out of place, I would keep it back in its original position quickly. 
Once I went to a cousin’s place in Mysore for a stay of about a month, I opened her wardrobe and found the clothes completely scattered. I asked her if I could clean it out for her and she flatly refused saying she liked her room n wardrobe dirty, which was her trademark! I couldn’t stop thinking about the mess and finally when she went out the next day ,shut myself in the room and completely re-arranged all her clothes,co-ordinated color n apparel wise proud of my accomplishment, I waited with a big smile to surprise her when she came home. What I didn’t expect was her to react with such anger that she threw away all her clothes immediately and made the wardrobe look messier than how it was originally!
In another incident, a hostelite classmate of mine, came home once and admired my organization of clothes, book et all in my room and she insisted I teach her the art of keeping things spic n span. So off I went to her hostel room one day, and taught her how to organize and even fold shirts, t shirts, skirts et all in the neatest manner possible.
Now I have stopped caring about how others rooms look like but if someone even takes n keeps aside a pen in my room, I will know about it the moment I enter.i get paranoid when things are shuffled without my notice in my room and I am not informed! Its complete disaster if my books are scattered, I sometimes even start crying if things are messy and I am too tired/busy to clean them. I think I will either outgrow this habit or grow tired when I get old to keep cleaning everything but until then “Don’t mess with my room! “
PS:David Beckham,Cameron Diaz and several other celebs have battled OCD
Woes July 8, 2008
Posted by megcloud9 in Break Free, break the rules.Tags: story
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Nisha woke up with a sickening nauseated feeling ,rolled around twice in her bed and finally looked at the clock,ah,3 am yet, she thought…Sleep was nowhere close.
“Thanks to the Hyderbadi Zafrani Pulao “she said aloud to herself. She knew the mutton was not cooked to 103 F and felt there was something surely wrong with the weird taste, she was too tired to argue and Sameer was going on non stop about his dad’s next big business plan for her to think much about it…She gobbled it up in silence.
“Shit, why am I feeling so pukish “She thought to herself and 5 minutes later out came the pulao and everything else that went in that evening.
She thought of popping a tab but gave it a pass….
Later, she woke up to a bright and sunny day, her mom cheering her up with hot coffee.
Nisha: Ma, are you going out to visit the site today?
Ma: I don’t know, I am so busy with this design appointment I have with Raghav today, and then the planning for Mehta’s new home, I just don’t know when will I find the time for everything
Nisha: Ohhh
Ma: why?
Oh by the way, next week we have to go to Nupur’s place, we shall stay there for the night and visit the Krishna Mandir in her city. I hope your period dates are all ok? If not, visit Doc Sheela right away ,I do not want to mess up that trip and you know how Grandma is really particular about such stuff ,though I don’t believe in the age old tradition of this “pure” definition ..Societal pressures, have to succumb to it.
It was then that a flash of lightning struck Nisha, she felt her head spinning into a huge wave and everything going black around her, she groped the sofa’s armrest, Thank God, Ma didn’t notice.
In ten minutes, Ma was gone and she was on the phone trying to talk to Sameer…
He wasn’t picking up, result of another late night as usual. 
She began to sweat furiously, various thoughts flashed into her head and she dialed Rimi’s number.
Rimi: Hello
Nisha: Rimi, are you at home? Can u come over to my place right now?
Rimi: kyun, you wanna go bday shopping today? Man, I know you r gonna finally turn 18 soon but its still a month away! You can wait for some more time na
Nisha: No, it isn’t that, its something else, urgent come right away
Rimi: Well ok, you sound weird, hang on; I’ll be there in 30 min
While Nisha waited for Rimi, she scanned every cell in her brain for some memory about her last period date, she just wasn’t sure, was it 3 months ago or 4 months ?She went paranoid thinking more and more about it …..She thought of that night when Ma had agreed for a sleepover at Rimi’s place and even dropped her off there but she went straight to Sameer that night…He had told her he had planned something special for her .they went to The Inn and after 5 rounds,both completely sloshed ,headed home to Sameer’s place.
Nisha woke up the next morning to find herself in Sameer’s room, on his bed, right next to him, with nothing on her skin .she shivered, lest hoping the worst had not happened and that too without her being in her senses!
She woke Sameer up who was equally baffled …They did not speak anything about it and Sameer dropped her back to Rimi’s place. Nisha left Rimi’s place in a whiff and spent the next 2 days reading up columns on how to avoid unwanted pregnancy but still confused about what to do next. She thought of all the pills mentioned in those columns but she feared they would lead to something else…How she longed for Ma’s advice but she dreaded even bringing this topic to conversation. Slowly she thought more about it, googled every single article and concluded that maybe she wasn’t really in trouble and that she could momentarily relax and slowly forget all about it …forget it until the nausea and dizziness got to her this morning
I cannot face Ma, she thought …She opened her room cupboard and fished out an old dupatta. She looked at the fan and at the photo of Ma, for one last time.
Ten minutes later, Rimi rang the doorbell incessantly for about five minutes and then dialed Nisha’s number from her Cell phone …
There was no answer …
She tried to peek in through the windows
She saw Nisha sitting with the dupatta in her hands and crying softly. She called out to her Nisha, open the door, I am here, don’t worry, whatever happened, we’ll sort it out.
That evening Nisha confided in Dr.Eileen,A good 15 km away from their locality and in an hour ,an abortion was performed. Eileen was believed to be strictly confidential and had performed various such illegal abortions. Nisha kept crying all along and wished that night had never occurred.
Rimi was also silent all throughout their ordeal and dropped her back home that night.
The silence continued to haunt Nisha for a week. Sensing something wrong, Ma finally spoke to her but could not get much from her daughter and with her busy schedules,she couldn’t really talk much either …
Saturated July 4, 2008
Posted by megcloud9 in College, MSRIT.Tags: exams, VTU
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How does it feel to write 6 papers back to back-with a day’s gap b/w each of em and stare blankly at each one of them and cook up stories for many of the answers and yet be so chilled out !
come back home,not learn a lesson from “This exam was terrible” and not study properly for the next one !
Shit ,what has happened to me …i wasnt like this 
god save me ….
current mood: fluxommed shit i mean ,flummoxed ! aaaaargh
current song : pappu cant dance saala just caught the movie after the terrifying exams today kinda nice !
next career jump:apply to Ekta’s K soaps as their story writer ample experience thanks to VTU this semester !
PS:back to blogging in full steam now …
Nikhil,Rj -you missed me ,hugs guys !
