An Unforgettable Drive (Starring Kemcho)

Once upon a time not so long ago, a boy decided to go on a trip with his friends. The idea was to experience what made Mario jump around, and for this he needed mushrooms of high quality. Destination: Kodaikanal. The not so young boy was a budding entrepreneur, in near future to known as “the Devdas with many Chandramukhis”

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The stage was set, the car was booked, and 3 out of the 4 people travelling had reached Bangalore and were ready to roll, when they received a call from the boy at 9:30 in the morning – “Wadddap! I have just reached Bangkok. What’s happening people?”. Historically, the boy(let’s call him Kemcho) claims to have been very regular and punctual, always being there to pick up his friends from Kolkata airport and taking them around, but his friends knew there was the dark side to the boy. He was not so secretly known for his subtle but apparent ditching skills. That call took everyone by surprise, the possibility of him not showing up increased many folds, but he assured everyone that he will make it in time. As time passed his friends waited, having a good lunch (kebabreez and butter chicken) followed by excellent desert. 3:00pm the boy announced he had reached Kolkata. True to his word and against his nature he caught first flight out to Bangalore and made it to the meeting point at 10:00 pm at night.

Excited as ever, he claimed not to have slept for 30 hours, and was extremely eager to get the car and start the journey. As the gods would have it, things were not meant to be easy. As soon as the people left to fetch the car, it started pouring. Braving against the rain, the boys went and got the car. Formalities were completed courtesy a Qatari passport of one person, signature of another and cc of the third. A brand new ford figo, gps enabled (Thank god for that) and a music system.

And so the journey began. They headed to Empire for a midnight dinner, Grilled chicken and kebabs do make good journey starters. As they headed out of the city, they suddenly figured that they couldn’t synch the music system with the phone (An iPhone, HTC one, and a Google nexus 4) Big phones no music. So the engineers started working out on how to operate the music system. 45 minutes and 50 km later, they had cracked the code. They got music. The boy exclaimed, this trip marks his journey to “make out” for all the time he had lost (There is no typo here, he was indeed out there to make out).

They drove fast and they drove well, taking turns, enjoying music, the boy sharing stories of his happening life and explaining nuances of the leather industry. 80km from kodaikanal they stopped to refill. With Petrol filled in the car, they set off again. Soon they were at the bottom of the hill. Driving on hill was a new experience, especially when you start of the journey looking at some idiot who banged his car at a curve (accident one),  they drove slow and steady, playing by the book, honking at turns, gaining confidence with every turn only to find yet another accident, this time the car had collided head on and was parked on the side. The roads narrowed out, and the drivers exchanged. Kemcho took the wheels, as they climbed to the top they witnessed yet another accident scene and this was live, some guy driving a duster decided to take things to a next level and banged an ambulance. Now they weren’t sure if the guy on stretcher was already in that state before the ambulance got banged or if they just pulled out the stretcher from ambulance and laid him on that after the accident. But they drove on, witnessing guy taking shower in the waterfall. 5km from kodaikanal....they reached silver falls. They had made it, as the boy had said, he always managed to complete road trips without any mishap. Again and again he had said it, for the others to gain confidence and here they were safe and sound, clicking pictures at the falls, cherishing the moment.

They returned to the car, and suddenly the world changed. The car wouldn’t start. Maybe battery went dead. They tried jump starting it in reverse...nothing, pushing it forward on an uphill...nothing, turning the car and forcing it to gain speed as it went downhill and shifting gears...nothing. Something had gone wrong, terribly wrong. Maybe the engine heated, but then it struck them, what if it was a bigger problem. They dashed to check the papers of the car, flicked it across, and stared blankly at the price of the car, at the small ‘D’ next to the name of the car. As the fact dawned to them, the fear sunk along. It was a diesel car, they had managed to drive 80 km in a diesel car filled with petrol.  

They needed a mechanic. They were stuck 5 km outside kodaikanal staring at an uphill drive. Zero possibility of pushing the car, no language skills to communicate. And yet against all odds they found a guy, a guy willing to tow the car. Let’s call him Dilshan, now that i think of him he looked like Dilshan. And the tow started, slow and steady they climbed, the driver, Kemcho’s friend (named kyunki going forward) suffered loss of concentration, it was hard, for all the planning he had messed up and there was always that fear of engine being seized.

They continued the journey, inch by inch, no mishaps, no further mishaps and then came the slope, and the cops. Dilshan sped up, then hit the breaks. Kyunki was too slow...CRASH, the front bumper gone, liquid falling out of the car. People backed off from the car assuming it to be petrol that was leaking. They were lucky this time. It was only wiper water. Slowly they guided the car to the mechanics. The mechanics looked at the car discussed among themselves (the boys could not understand) and asked for 4500 bucks if they could fix it.  They were ready to pay. They needed the car to take them back. Kemcho had an important business meeting 2 days later and he could not afford to miss the flight.

They headed back to the villa. It was well planned. It was a big place and had nice rooms. For all the troubles they faced, the Kemcho was unfazed. He kept saying it was all right, there was nothing to worry about and they were In Kodaikanal for partying. And so it began, they had some awesome stuff , followed by good lunch. Then a short nap. They went to the mechanics, those guys had the car running, but demanded extra money. The boys obliged.

It was a legendary night. They laughed about it, they drank to the fullest. One by one they went down or one can say high. US boy spent hours in bathroom. It was a good night, a memorable one. There was dancing and lot of chit chats. Kemcho had his moments as he went on a spree with Rajni jokes and yes, everyone was so high that they actually loved the jokes.

Next day, they went sightseeing, following the jungle girl all the way down to Dolphin’s nose. It was tiring , especially the climb back. Kind of made people realize how unfit the world had made them. Soon after, the return journey began. They drove back. There wasn’t much to worry about. They expected to be fined for the bumpers. They were tired from the trek. They just wanted to get back home. They reached back at 1 in the night, grabbed stuff to eat at empire. The Kemcho took the first flight out.

Next day, at afternoon, the remaining people of group went to return the car. It was not as bad as they had expected. The argued, and they argued well. They were stranded in the hill, the other options they had was to leave the car for the owner to come and pick up, They were forced to cut the trip short and they convinced The car renters that it wasn’t their fault and they had done all to ensure that the renters have minimum trouble. They got a small refund.

The entire time Kemcho kept saying 

“When all of this is over, we will laugh about this, and we will remember this falls and the trip as the time when we drove a diesel car filled with petrol and came back unscathed”

So true. 

I am The Lokpal !!!

Yes, I am the Lokpal. It’s my responsibility to fight against corruption. Anyone who is corrupt will be brought in front of me and punished, be it PM or CJI. I will eradicate corruption from its root. No official asking for bribe or misusing his power will be left alone. If required i will even ensure that PM doesnt take even a 50% chance ona decision, in fear that his decision would be declared as influenced by a external reason.  After all i can punish even the main man who runs the country. That burden certainly is not enogh , and he needs a constant background check.

Hello mr PM,! Be careful, I am right here.

But it’s not my responsibility to ensure honest people come to power. I am not going to carry investigation on people who stand in elections. That’s too tedious. I’ll wait for them to win election, misuse power, plunder money and than I will catch hold of them, prove them guilty, and try to bring back the money. This way I will get a bigger applaud. After all who will appreciate my position if I stop the wrongdoers from entering the arena itself? Plus it’s a lot of hardwork.

I am a centralized body. Of course I want to keep a check on what’s going on in the entire country. That’s why I’ll still maintain lokayuktas. They’ll investigate at ground levels and than intimate me, so that i can take further action. Why should I go through the trouble of organizing base checks? After all I am the Lokpal and I am above the PM and CJI now.

I will investigate in all corruption cases; after all I am the superman of this country. And how does it matterif there are many corruption cases ? As long as I can manage to hunt down the big guns, minor levels of corruption may go unnoticed. And if anyone notices that out, i’ll just say we lacked resources and ask for increase in number of personals. After all it’s not from my pockets that I am paying from. And how hard can it be to check if a government officer has asked for money while giving a passport. The people won’t have any proof apart from word of mouth. So I will decide on face value whether the dude is corrupt or not or maybe take some money for deciding this by the officer. After all it’s his career; he’ll pay anything to save it, Irrespective of being guilty or not.

I will carry out the decisions as soon as possible. Within 1 year I will do the investigation and than decide punishments in the 2nd year. I'll personally go to Dubai and insepect the land bought by minister there , negotiate and sell the property to get the money back to country.  On-site oppurtunites always keep the employees pepped up.

I will consist of judges, citizens and constitutional authorities. Hmmm... But I am putting judges under my supervision because judiciary is corrupt. So what’s there to say past judges were honest? Won’t having them around make me corrupt? Well right now I just want the bill to be passed, these I can think later. And I can always chuck anyone who pisses me off, out of Lokpal by a vote system.

I will give protection to people who raise voice against corruption. Well terrorist attacks can’t be avoided, but we need to provide protection to all who stand against corruption. Who care if defense man power goes down in this process, terrorists kill 10 people today , they will kill another 20 , but I’ll nail the corruption , because that’s the most important issue , and people are supporting me. Just by hearing that the movement is anti corruption they have left work and are following Anna around to raise support for my existence.

It’s my responsibility to ensure rations are not siphoned off, roads are built well etc., manpower no concern. but if I am actually taking all of these responsibilities what is the government for? Interesting! I am the new age power that’s going to question government on all its decision, on all accusations of angry people, whether justified or not. After all I am smarter than all the judges who have existed before me and will pull out investigation results of thin air and punish the accused or the accuser.

Thanks for helping me come to power. Now start shelling out taxes which instead of going for development of country goes for development of my body. And maybe ;) I might bring back all of the “kaala Dhan” black money back to country and ensure the prosperity that we have been denied, for last 65 years.

And that’s the bottom-line because the Lokpal said so, Believe It! Or I am starting an investigation on you because as one of my followers said “if you are not with the movement, you are supporting corruption”, and under my watch the corrupt will not escape.

The Girl With A Sexy Tattoo...

How does one feel when she towers over the rest, looking down at people? How does one feel when a glass of water at the end of next table is away just by a strech of hand?How does one feel when everytime she meets a bunch of idiots , she earns a new name.

This is a story of a girl, who might as well be the sweetest girl around in bangalore.

She goes by many names, i would have love to post each of them, but there are just too many. In naruto, one of the key ways to make a friendship close was to give a nickname that is personal between the two friends, a name by which only you call your friend. Going by this theory, this special girl might just be the most loved of them all. Some call her Kanoon (Kyunki kanoon ke lambe haath hote hain) , Subinder( Sardaar touch marks the past)  and too her great dislike many more.

I first met this girl while stalking her friend ,lets call her Brain (name is ironical as the grey cells are missing). Over the next few weeks we kept chit chatting, mainly via messages. Finally i asked her to accompany me on valentine's day with the legendry line " I feel like a raindrop, falling for you" . Well funny as it may sound, it was the start of the many lines that followed. To great surprize, she agreed though it was a combo pack with brain joining in as "kebab me haddi". It was a good evening, finally ending with brain trying to hamper "acchi wali neend" with a slap right next to the lift , I dont think she remembers it because of obvious reasons, but it was very wierd . For the first time in 23 years, you manage to find a girl who will accompany you out for valentines day, only to have her roommate /best friend/ biwi end the day with a  bang !

Though by the end of the night we were better friends. We started meeting often. The girl was as much fun as anyone could be. I will go on to say , she was a complete entertainment package.

It was in Goa, when betrayed by her best friend she got the tattoo, which apparently scared her for life. In short  Pinky liked a tattoo, Brain applied brain and convinced her to get a "sexy" tattoo, so that she herself could get the nice tattoo 15 minutes later. A perfect example of  "yaar ne hi loot liya tattoo yaar ka". This tattoo did mark an era of sexiness (though i wont go in detail, as per terms of PCT) . A night later, bar tender of a disco was busy pouring free shots for her.

Through thick and thin she stuck by us, first at reva, then at RLV. from regular Guests she became a member of Family.

I remember a particualr incident, when she started scolding Kohli over the phone, the phone was passed to Nunny, then me and finally to shaleen, who took 5 minutes to explain that she was scolding a wrong person.

The conversation went on like " Surbhi, this is Shaleen, Surbhi ?  Surbhi ? This is Shaleen , Surbhi ? " Lucky for him she got done with whatever she had to say.

Another such incident , was at new years , when we were scolded for not reaching and getting a table in indiranagar when they were closer to the place. And surprizingly they managed to force us to reach early.
That my friends is how terrorizing this pretty looking girl is.

I remember the nights where she whooped people in Tekken ( If you have fingers that long, you are pretty much unstoppable), when it comes to a fight , a game or real world , Subi is unstoppable , specially when  "woh phook gayi hai" .

It' been a long journey, from "anyways, whatever"  to "meko khoon kar dena hai tera" to "how supple how? how do you manage" to "neend ke dushman" to "Maine jhanda daal diya hai" and finally to "toka lao, aur khoon kar do mera".
(For those who dont know , toka is badi wali chaaku)

Word of advice to all who know her and will know her in future " When the hands start moving, it's time to back down, or you are in for a heavy hammering" ... You will know what i mean when she is in a flow.

And a word for Subi " You are precious and you know it"  ( Post Coorg Treaty Sucks)

A night at ShivajiNagar

                                                                 

Here is a story of 3 people who went slightly overboard celebrating the birthday.

Star : Ajju

Co Stars : Bankrupt Supple, Hungry Mota

Guest Appearance : Sweet Subi

This is an experience that I wish no one else has. It started off at 1 , we all were busy celebrating Ajju’s birthday ,and as usual Amrita ‘APS’ Rathore had office next morning , so it was decided that mota will drop her off at Indiranagar. Of course the birthday boy had to accompany. I ended up joining along because I had made a promise to Royal Sweetness that I will ensure, that I get her home. We were running a couple of hours late as per the initial plan.

Still No issues, Mota driving at Jet speed, we soon found ourselves outside the PG , bidding good bye to the ‘Buttery’ Amul and Subi . This is when our little adventure started. We were hungry, as we all know sometimes partying hard leaves you craving for more and more food, and for some weird reason (primarily because mota was too fast)  time was seeming slow, very slow, to matter of fact it was so slow that we didn’t think time could pass slower.We were so worng. It was only later that me and Ajju realized how slow the clock actually ticks.

We  reached Shivajinagar, it was as shady as you can imagine. Hunt for rolls began. We soon found a place and settled down. Not a great ambience , but we weren’t in a position to bargain due to time constraints (to our dislike as we found later , we were definitely not in a place to bargain)

We ordered 5 rolls, 3 for us and 2 for “Strong” Satya. We went ahead to order another Biryani, had to, with ‘Hungry’ Mota around  food would have never sufficed. It was then that we discovered a flaw in the seemingly perfect plan and so the hour began.

Mota had Rs 160, the bill would have come more than that. I and Ajju were without wallets, and Mota had Rs 0 in his account. No problem, he decided to widraw from the Atm, so he walked out, leaving me and Ajju behind. And then started, what may have been the longest wait in our lives. To add to our problems, The biryani arrived as soon as Mota left.

There we sat , the 2 of us, no money, waiting for mota to come back, resisting the food. Continuously we stared through the open door, and slowly the clock ticked. I asked ajju to message mota that biryani had come, but that too went wrong. Ajju phone went out of battery and last thing we saw on it was mota check-in into 5 different places in Shivajinagar, not even speaking to one another, we gaped at open space out of the door. In the meanwhile I asked for the bill and it was Rs 285. Mota returned , but the news was bad, he wasn’t able to widraw money. We had Rs 160 , a table full of food. We decided a full stomach will help us think clearer, so we ate , discussing future plans . It was decided that we will ask  Subi for help. Call was made, Money was requested but alas she too was bankrupt, though I think she said she would arrange the money (Surbhi you are so sweet )

So Mota took the car, and his journey began towards Surbhi who would be our rescuer, while me and ajju sat and discussed what would happen if we didn’t have the money. A bet was on, Ajju said Mota will be back by 3, I said 3:15. It’s amazing how slow the clock ticks , as we stared at the clock we considered the possible solutions.

Initially was Ajju’s fear, “bhai birthday ke din maar paregi aur bartan dhona parega”. I was slightly more practical. I decided to leave Amrita’s pen drive as mortgage , but we soon realized it was a bad plan. They didn’t look like a crowd who would enjoy a USB drive. So I changed strategy, it was Ajju’s birthday so I tried convincing him it’s high time he deserves a new phone, and we could mortgage the blackberry.

Ajju considered and said “ Bhai, Tab toh aur Roll manga sakte hain”

The fear was gone, all that remained was to wait for mota, It was 3:00, Ajju claimed that his time extends till 3:07, I agreed, the bet was least of my concerns. 3:05 the big man arrived. It was relief, which even Bit End sem results never gave us. He could not meet Subi but he got the cash, we paid the bill. We headed out had tea and headed back.

The owner realized the issue, his final words as I remember them “ Cash nahi tha toh bolna tha, yahaan credit card swipe ho jaata”

Ps: Mota explained why he got delayed, whihc included getting lost (yes people, i am not the only one who loses the way) and getting fuel refilled . But the fact still lies that the guy drove to indiranagar and back in 20 minutes with all these obstacles.

                                                                         

The War

“Anna’s on a rampage”.

“The Lokpal bill needs to be passed.”

“The corrupt need to be punished.”

 “Congress has made a mess of the situation. They don’t deserve to be in power.”

Well they have made a mess of it, and Anna is the Hero of 2011. After all, getting up one fine day and deciding to rampage against corruption by supporting a bill that existed only in memory is no small feat.

Irrespective of what is proved later ( we all know someone or the other will come up with some conspiracy theory, raise doubts on true intentions maybe prove them as well ) this is no small feat. More the battle of Lokpal is prolonged, more skeptical will the people become of the intentions of Anna. It’s not uncommon for rumors to spread. On top of that people nowadays get bored easily. So if they are bored and they want to back out, they would start believing in one of the rumors and agree that Lokpal bill is a farce.

No matter what the intentions were, the important thing now is that the people should concern them only about the war against corruption and what they want to achieve of it. Of Course Anna is leading the battle, but it’s the army that has thrown government off. I doubt any of them expected a response of this magnitude from the common man, and the steps they took prove it. If you have joined this battle, than make sure you are ready to take it to the end.

But like all good things even this movement has a flaw. With all the cries over Congress misusing power, not being able to handle the situation, being corrupt left, right and centre, it is the government by the people, maybe not of the people and at this point certainly not for the people. Yet it is the government by the people. And this is the flaw with the current campaign.

You are a democracy, biggest in the world, with over a billion people, and yet the percentages of people who vote are around the 50% mark. To make the situation more grim, half the people out there on the roads raising voice in support of Lokpal bill are part of the educated middle class who don’t bother to go to vote as “lamba line hoga”, “abbey chutti hai”, “chor na, ek vote se kya hi kar lega”, and the more reasonable one “bhai, kisko vote de, yeh toh sabhi chor hai”.

A fact: After the recent election in Tamil Nadu, everyone who owns a “Rashan Card” got a free TV. Jaylalita sure knows how to tend the basic needs of people.

Let’s add some simple facts and do little math:-

In India around 30% of the population is below 15.

Suppose 50% of the people vote in election.

Literacy rate in India in latest census is 74%, and 41% of the people are currently below poverty line, fighting for daily needs.

So basically the so called government by the people is being elected by 26 % of the literate population. Of these, half of the people are working in places that are not there native. You can’t expect a person to fly down from Bangalore to Ranchi just to vote. On top of this 9% of the total 35% of the votes can be managed if one of the parties is able to influence the people, which isn’t very hard for the political parties, seeing that half the people have more important things to do today than think of future, like maybe get little food for the night, maybe little saving that can get a roof fixed. And than obviously we are guided by forces of nature, like cast, creed and above all religion. Make any of these an issue, give little incentives to the needy and they will follow, not because they believe in you, but because at that point the incentive shows them a hope of survival.

(The 9% maybe more challenging if both parties are corrupt, and can shell out cash. But in that scenario we are already screwed even before the election)

Hence most of the 9/35 % (25% of votes given) of the votes are already with the corrupt leaders you are protesting against. So among the remaining 26/35% people, the parties need to get mere 9/35% vote more. So basically a minister in our country can be elected if he manages to gain support of 18% of the entire population.

Campaigning for the Lokpal bill is required but the people need to realize one Lokpal against a million corrupt is still not the solution. You need to start using our rights properly. You have been given a choice to make a difference. You can change the way you think. You can spread awareness against the corrupt. You can guide people above social and regional barriers. Punishing the corrupt is one thing, but India still needs, capable non corrupt leaders to guide her.

Lokpal bill is a start of a long journey. The destination is a true democracy, with 0% corruption. To have a government that is truly for the people, rather than existing for the power and money that come along with their posts. So get on the bus only if you want to reach destination. It is not right that you get the bus started with your support and than say “oh I have some work, I need to get down”. If all of us make it to the end, we’ll truly be greatest nation in the world and that my friends is a pretty sight. 

Drift! (858)

 Tom and Jerry where standing on the same iceburg , when it suddenly cracked. As the ice sheets started flowing freely in the water, they moved away from each other. This was lucky for Jerry , of course. Because i have seen him being chased by Tom for almost 20 years and this time he most certainly would have been done for.

Try putting  ice cubes in a bucket of water and observe how they move. They drift apart from each other , even if the water is still. There is no repulsion, no attraction, no laws of physics here. They just move freely at their will. Maybe two cubes come together in due course of time, but only to separate again.

With time, I have come to see important things in life work in the same way. Be it love or friendship.

When we were together at one place, it was all too easy, but with time things have changed. We are working now, we are miles away from one another and to add to all this, our work timings and days also differ. Basically making sticking together as difficult as it can be.

Being swamped with work for most of the day, even if we are in the same city, there are times  when we don't meet one another for weeks. 

It is said good friends can pick up a conversation from where they left even after ages. but does this happen?
With time people change, maybe slowly, but they do change. So what happens to this conversation that was lost in past. When you regain it, you might be a different person and the one you are talking to might not think the same way as the one who you remember. Well this would be awkward , wouldn't it?
(Imagine me, thinking gaping at chicks is perverted !!! Don't worry not going to happen)

According to Simon and Garfunkal  "Silence like a cancer grows". As i have noticed in past couple of weeks , this is actually true. Longer you don't talk to a person harder it is to start getting back in touch again, even harder to be in touch the same way that you used to be.

Let's say there is someone who is near you and yet so busy that there is no time for the two of you to meet, or talk , whereas once upon a time you couldn't  stay apart from each other. and now suppose one of you keeps trying to put in efforts but other is just too busy, what happens than? I guess by the time other person realises what's happened you have already moved to an other place. A place where you don't feel that breaking the silence is a top priority. You still want to talk, just that now it's different, you don't know what to talk about , and when you do talk it bugs you that how come there is nothing to talk about !!!

The closer you were, once upon a time, more painful is the growth in silence. Especially if this silence has come because of a trvial reasons, and worse if one of the two person thinks that the other one is the cause of the silence.

Earlier it was a challenge to keep in touch with everyone. But now it's pretty easy. With arrival of mobile,  chats, facebook and the latest BBM people should not have any reason not to stay in touch, apart from well not wanting to. But it's amazing to see that people still manage to drift away !!!

As mota puts it " i don't see a reason why people critisize facebook" , i feel it is one thing that has slowed down the drift. We are connected , not as well as we would have liked to be, but we are still talking to one another! we still know where our friends are! and how to reach them.

But is this enough? That's something we need to figure out. From being together all the time to writing on wall once a week, will we still be the same?
 

If Tom really wanted to catch Jerry, he would have to put lot of efforts on rowing that iceberg to reach closer, also the efforts is proportional to the distance. If Jerry on the other hand kept rowing away, it would become even more difficult for Poor Tom, and sooner or later he would give up the chase and look for something alternative. Alternative wouldn't be the same as Jerry but he would have to make do, what other choice does he have?? 

We aren't Tom and Jerry here, one is not chasing the other one to kill it ( i might be an exception), but to be together. So no matter how distant you are it's high time to start rowing back. Because there is someone whose desperately trying to row towards you and you are not making things easy for him. Be back before you get too far away, before he turns around, before you loose something amazing just because you didn't have the time to reconsider, to rethink and to return !

Lonely Eater!!!

It was quite a while back, when i had heard one of my friends grumbling. I remember getting irritated about it. " I don't feel like eating alone" she said, as she continously kept skipping lunch.

I had heard another one exclaiming to his mom over phone " Ma, eating alone, for me, is like a punishment"

I was never really able to figure out what the big deal about eating alone was? Atleast not till last couple of weeks. It's been like 10 days( leaving weekends apart ) since i have eaten lunch at office, and being lazy is just a part of the problem. But going down 9 floors, walking another 150 m to reach a jam-packed cafeteria just to eat alone doesn't make sense at all, atleast not to me.

Initially, i used to think it was just the distance( i hate walking) but i have found myself walking long distance with flatmates for dinner, longer if i am at MG Road, with people who think shopping as the greatest sport ever invented.

I do like eating, and with the company i have had since childhood this shouldn't be a surprize. I don't eat a lot (With the company i have had since childhood, this can be surprizing). But i have been too used to eating in company of someone, and it does make a difference if you are eating in company of someone.

You eat slower (scientifically slower you eat faster you get full) , this is in exception of Buffets and you have lot more time to enjoy the taste. When you are eating alone, you more often than not generally tend to rush through the meal, and then keep feeling drowsy and uncomfortable over a long period of time. and not to forget it's very boring to eat alone :( .

Back at school, even though everyone used to take there own tiffins, sharing had become compulsary. and most of our tiffins used to get over even before the classes started. The remaining ones, while the class was going on! One particular friend of mine used to actually lock his bag , in order to save his tiffin. (Never helped his cause)

I miss college, where i never remember eating alone( never ate my own food either). We always had company, even if we did not want it. Atleast i personally made sure i go room to room and give company to everyone irrespective of what they were eating ( some of people didn't really seem to enjoy this).But left alone , on this day, i am sure most of us miss it ,atleast if you are sitting in office and hoping someone might come for lunch with you.

As i sit here wasting my time, hoping for the day to come to an end, so that i can go back to the one person ,who is waiting at home and enjoy the meal in company of  one who adores the food more than anyone else in the world.

Introducing Some terms (Suggestions are welcome) :-

Fun Eating ..... 1 moong daal halwa + 1 ice cream + 4 spoons + 10 people

Killer Eating.... Broken lock+ loads of chocholate+ missing shaleen

Imba eating ....  KFC buckets

Godlike eating ... 15 people(1/2 who smoked up) + breakfast buffet + loads of chicken sausage

Beyond God like eating.... 20 people + 15 ghee rice + 15 CTBM +10 DM + 20 moong daal halwa + 20 ice cream + 1 Jungli

Sad lonely eating...... curd/lemon/tomato rice + gobi pakoda + achar  :(