The Inner Storm.........

One look at Surya and you will find a decent looking, small stature person, wearing rimmed  spectacles, Square face, with a resolute chin.  His hair is all dishevelled after a 15 mile ride in an Auto Rickshaw from Atapur  to Punjagutta Chowk.  So, rather than a professional , he looks  more like a guy who  has been fired ,he has a small bulge in his belly, not uncommon for professionals in his company, with all those daily allowances. He looks likes the hundreds other backpack carrying, formal wearing professionals roaming here and there hailing autos, running after buses and cabs,  calling an end to another miserable day at work. It’s all new for him, because at his previous location he was the only guy in the above mentioned attire. Initially he was not very happy with the transfer, but it took only one Veg-Biryani at the Paradise to convince him otherwise, apart from the politeness and cooperative nature of the people (except the Auto –R...

“4.30 pm show, PVR, second last row, you coming? Arpit asked. “Ask Sid”, I replied. “I am asking you” “Okay” “Done” Then he went to Sid’s room. “Krish, 4.30 show” “Ok”, said Sid, “but I have booked bus tickets for Chennai”. “What is the boarding time?” “9 PM, near Paradise circle” “Ok, it will be over by then” . “Cool” “Its 2.30 Pm now, we will leave in an hour” “Okay boss”, came the reply from both the rooms in unison. “Your wish is my command master”, I added. I can’t recall from which movie I picked it up, but it kind of sounds funny in these situations. After one Hour: “Get ready people or we will be late”, Arpit. “Just let me smooth these wrinkles on my T-shirt” I replied. “Don’t forget to unplug the iron, after you are done with it” “Aye Aye Captain” “I am ready” said Sid. “Okay” “Let’s roll”. On the building we hail for Auto Rickshaws, after a few no-responses, one Auto stops in front of us.  “How much till PVR” “15...

So, another hero fallen from the grace, he was an inspiration to millions across the world, the symbol of hope for cancer patients and sport-people.He was the guy who bought the cycling out of the French National TV to the world Stage. Seven time champion, unblemished record. He is also the author of a number of books on his struggle against cancer and consequent triumph. He must be thinking twice on that now, huh. There is a famous Quote by one of the former Prime ministers of UK “You can fool some people all the time or all the people some time, but u can never fool  all the people   all the time ”. There are indeed hounds living within us who are deep rooted in the reality and who are not carried away by the fairy-tale stories of success. While the ordinary guys spends his life measuring himself against the standards of their fake success these hard-nosed people look into the trash bins of these .Salute to their passion and zeal in unearthing  the truth,come ...

 It was like just another day in my "Amazing" life as Trainee in the " Amazing"  Tata Motors.  Bus dropped me at a walking distance from my building. There is park on the way. I used to hit the track regularly in the park  a few weeks back. It also had its own reason. My timing always "co-incidently" matched with the entry of a Hot chick. So, if she started running clockwise, my direction obviously would be anticlockwise or vice-verse . I always ran fast enough to cross her twice per round. But after 4 weeks of "BOLTING" , backaches and calf pulls , she didn't as much as look at your humble servant . My body finally refused to obey the orders from some vague part and finally the drudgery came to an end.  At the entry gate of the park there is also a Momo wallah. After 6 pm there is a literally a stampede for the momos/dimsums.  But today me and my flat mate were the first " Boney customer" for the Momo wallahs.  He asked...

I often used to ponder upon the above thought; can life be any stranger than a man's imagination? There have been numerous examples where the vagaries of life have shocked us beyond reason, but still one can only appreciate it only when something strange happens in his own life or with someone he is very close to. One of the major black spots of our logical brain is the inability to fully understand complexity of relationship with people around us, there is no mathematical formula or a theorem which can cover the entire range of permutation and combination our mind does in a relation or is forced to do so. So finally cut the philosophical bullshit and let's come to the point, I have an amazing story to tell, but it’s not mine, it happened with my closest friend, while we were travelling in a train chair car- Sampark Krantii. His seat was on the window side , but i was too quick to for him as always to let him have the pleasure of cool wind through my hair , only to regret it l...

Its quite unnerving that my first ever blog post will be about tomato soup,but then its what i am thinking all day now...about food. I was just taking a after- breakfast nap when a thought struck my over active mind , why don't u look up about your project??? thoughts as u know are all powerful,it had enough power to lift my left eye lid,slowly my lazy body began to mobilize itself and i was able to lift the quilt over my head,out the blue another thought struck my food maniac brain, the thought obviously about food ..but this time it wanted some action, i mean cooking.So i started looking up my dad's small library for a cookery guide and got a soup guide. Soups are cool they don't need much expertise or patience, i finally zeroed in on TAMATAR KA SHORBA, sounds good na. Author Sanjeev kapur of Khana Khazana fame had included a nice colored fotu of the shorba, it looked nice though the one i made was no where in sight compared to that.So lets not deviate from the story, fo...