I M GLAD TO BE ALIVE !!!

Whoever said "Death comes on swift wings" was wrong coz in Mumbai "Death comes on four wheels". Yesterday I had a near-death experience and was left thanking God on my knees for saving me coz I m not yet ready to die..

I was going to the airport on my trusty steed ( my bike - CBZ ). Ever since one of my friends met with a comparatively serious bike accident during our final year, I have made it a point to always wear a helmet while riding. One of my biggest fears bout being involved in an accident is something happening to my head.. Its not the looks that I m worried bout coz by now I have learned to accept the fact that God hasnt been too generous to me in that particular aspect. Nor do i have a muscular frame others would be jealous about.. The one thing , I beleive, that has led me thus far in life is whats there inside my head and i dare not mess with it..

So the things to be understood from the previous bragalogue are:
1. This blogger is ugly.
2. You wont confuse between this guy n Arnie Schwarzenneger.
3. You would inflate his ego by comparing his brains to that of Einstein..

Ok now for the guys who were sensible enough to skip the previous 2 paragraphs - I was riding along the Western Express Highway in Mumbai. There was a Skoda in front of me and like all Rich Fuckers ( I admit I dream of being one someday ) he was driving as though he owned the road. Me and another bike ( an Entizer) were riding along on the lane adjacent to the Skoda and just behind it. Speeds in the mid 50's ( average bordering on lower side for the Express Highways). It was all going fine when all of a sudden the Skoda just swerves suddenly onto our lane and bang in front of us. Myself and the Entizer waala slam on the brakes in a desperate attempt to avoid ramming into the skoda. End Result- both our bikes start skidding and its like both our bikes are doing some kind of a formation dance on the road as both ur bikes swerve dangerously from side to side.. And then disaster strikes and both the bikes fall down on the busy road. He falls over to the left and I to the right.

I fell in front of an oncoming Scorpio and he in front of a BEST bus. Now these BEST ( Bombay Electricity Supply and Transport Corporation ) buses are the best governement owned buses I have seen anywhere - clean , punctual and all. They are heaven when compared to DTC ( Delhi Transport Corporation ) and WBSTC ( West Bengal State Transport Corporation ) buses.

I once again apologise for drifting away from the topic.. So where was I ??? oh yeahhh... I fell in front of an oncoming Scorpio and he in front of a BEST bus. Theres loud screeching noises as both the bus driver and the Scorpio driver make desperate attempts to stop their vehicles. Iwas lying on the road in the path of the oncoming Scorpio with my eyes wide open. I could see the Scorpio coming in but was somehow immobilized for the moment. I watched dumbstruck as the tyres of the Scorpio came agonizingly close. For one fleeting moment I thought I was done for. Then mercifully the bonnet of the scorpio pressed down as it does when u apply a sudden brake and ur car comes to a stop. The Entizer waala too had a similar experience.

The Scorpio driver jumped out of the car and helped me up to my legs ( Thanks to him coz I felt that my legs had suddenly turned to jelly ). I murmur a thanks to him which though dint come out properly was really said from my heart. I inspect myself from top to bottom. no bones broken and nop visible injury.. No bloodshed at all... I thank my stars yet again. I proceed to examining my bike, Nothing broken... just a few scratches here n there. All is fine but theres a problem. I cant find one of my ACGs(a kind of sandals). I was sure that when I left home I had put on both of them. I start searching for it when to my surprise I finbd that it has flown out of my leg and is lying peacefully under the BEST bus. I peacefully go retreive my ACG thankful to God that my leg was not in it when it was lying under the bus.

Meanwhile all the other people have cornered the Skoda driver and are foulmouthing him like hell. He is visbly drunk and luckily enough for him , he decides to remain quite. I however dont join in the foulmouthing coz I m busy thankin God for his mercy and am looking at all the things around me as though I am seeing them for the first time.

I then mount my trusy but bruised steed and continue on my journey to the airport where a friend was waiting for me. I do not return to normal until the two of us have entered a pub and I have taken a shot to calm my nerves.

All you guys who know me know how much I value life and how much I intend to enjoy this one life that God has given me. But one thing has to be said - ever since this accident every little thing in this world has become much much more beautiful to my eyes. I AM GLAD I 'M ALIVE.

THE GOOD OL' COLLEGE DAYS

Everyone misses his/her college days but still everyone defends himself/herselh saying that he/she will miss it the most. So you wont argue with me when i say that my college days were golden too...

I will miss everything about my college starting from my friends, all the time we had together, sleeping through the lecture hours or sitting on the very first bench if the teacher is cute enough. Man I will miss it all....

One of the most memorable trips though was our road trip to ooty. It was a usual Final Year Weekday Evening and obviously we were in a pub ( chumma demo:) no pubs in Kozhikode only Bars) trying to drown our Final Year Sorrows in Beer (veeendum demo :) werent rich enuf to drink beer until we got drunk ). Well at midnight the bartender comes up to our table ( his eyes r red with lack of sleep and he is positively frustrated with his life n his daily routine of having to serve to us idlers) and asks us to leave as he , unlike us, has to go home n sleep. We push off not wanting to test his temper and get onto our bikes (ahankaaram.. I was actually on a Vespa .. hehehe but a must say for all us guys - it was the life line for all of us ) .

We were on our way back to our college singin songs n stopping at every alternate paadam ( field ) on the pretext of wanting to take a leak but the real motive being the desire to extend this golden time for as long as possible. Kozhikode is indeed beautiful at night... the lonely roads and the light fog hanging around, the occasional pettikada on the road, and the huge expanse of nothingness on either side of you.... it truly is romantic. Anyways so we were on our way back to the College when suddenly the heavens open up and large heavy raindrops start descending on to us. Not to be fettered by such a small hindrance though the six warriors (us in case u got confused) push on. In no time all of us are thoroughly drenched.

Not at all diffused by the rain we decide that we shud make use of this opportunity. I crack the famous mallu saying " entaayalum nananju ini ippol kulichittu kayaraam" - we are wet anyways y not take a bath.. and we decide to go on a trip .. drunk and senseless as we are this seems to be an amazing idea to all of us.. we start arguing about the destination... even bizzare and impossible places like pondi and goa are not discarded without a thought... finally we settlle on Oooty.

For the imbeciles who dont know Ooty - its a hill station in Tamil Nadu with some really Breath-Taking views and the ride up to the place is a once in a life time experience indeed ( especially so if you are doing it in a drunken stupor on a vespa with no idea about the route and with heavy , i repeat heavy , rain thrashing down on u. We reached Ooty at around 4 in the morning. What we did there is not as exciting as the trip itself and so I wont blabber on about how we spent the day.

Wait a min... Y did i post this particular incident???? Ohh yeah.. it rained in Mumbai yesterday and i got thoroughly drenched and couldnt help but be reminded of those GOOD OL' COLLEGE DAYS.

Dedicated to JT, Bullshee, Naxi, Maaman and Chotta Khaled - my comrades in arms during this particular adventure.....

IGNORANCE IS BLISS !!!!!

"An Idle Mind is the Devil's Workshop" they say. Judging by the fact that I have been sitting idly in office for the past 8 months , my guess would be that Satan has had ample time to make my mind his SEZ.......

However unlike many others I really dont regret having nothing to do in office but wait for my ever increasing coffee breaks , counting the number of times my boss' phone rings and devising my latest plans for world domination. Ok mybe the last one was taking it a bit too far but there certainly have been days when i have been forced to work out the second option. But it really isn't as bad as many people say it is. All you have to do is to let your mind take you whever it wants to and you will realize that you really are capable of thinking up a lot of bullcrap.. On one such occasion I ended up in the Mir Space Station ( isn't that what they call the Russian Space Station ) with Anna Kournikova as my co-cosmonaut.... hehehe....

Anyways my last few days of dreaming ( I prefer to call it contemplating my future steps towards success but then WTF ) have been exceedingly self-satisfying as compared to the previous couple of months. The reason - CAT results were published somewhere in Jan 1st week and I , shattering all popular beliefs and superstitions and surprising even the Municipality Commisioner of Trinidad and Tobago , managed to get calls from 3 of the IIMs. Now these IIM interviews are supposed to grill you on your Engineering Fundas and as I knew for a fact that I had learnt lotsa things during my time in college but no egineering whasoever, I was scared stiff. No longer were the idle sessions at office fun coz all the time my mind kept on reminding me that I was suposed to be studying something. I am sure it was the devil in my mind that was doing this - the idle bastard. Anyways I was not ready to give up on my Self-Assessment Sessions ( to be read as idle time in office ) so easily and I devised a marvellously ingenious technique to fool myself. I would just open up wikipedia search for some stupid electrical term and then minimize the window and continue dreaming. This way my conscience is satisfied ( at least I opened the window ) and I get to go back to my favourite past-time. But still all things said and done Idling around in office had sure lost its fun and the guilty twinge in the heart persisted.

But then now that all the interviews are done and I , with sincere help from my Interviewers , have realized that I dont know anything about anything ; Ican peacefully go back to dreaming in office.

Ihave learnt 2 very important lessons in life thanks to this grand ordeal :
1. I am an ignorant lazy ass.
2. Ignorance is Bliss.......