VISHAL

A day as a Salesman.....

2011-11-17T20:45:00.000+05:30

Hi friends. In this post I’ll be sharing one of my greatest experiences ever.
Have you’ll ever tried marketing. Have you’ll ever tried to sell something?
I tried it. And believe me, life of a salesman is not easy.

Our college had decided to raise funds for two NGOs. So we were conducting a Walkathon event. And we had to sell tickets to raise funds. We were given 20 tickets of Rs.100 each, and one Rs.500 ticket. I had already sold Rs.500 ticket to my hostel friends. Six groups were made in the class. Of 10 students each. And each group had to campaign in an area selected by a lucky dip. Luckily we had to campaign is Malleshwaram, the most happening area in the city.

16th November 2011, 4:15pm,
Soon after our Organisational Behavior ma’am left the class, I packed my bag and ran towards the door. I had almost walked out of the class when I heard someone calling me. It was our group coordinator Rahul.
Rahul: We’ll be going to Mantri Square now.
I just nodded my head and slowly sat next to Ashwini and Veeranna.
Ashwini: Neenu barakatti ala??? Even you are coming right?
Me: Nam group kooda Malleshwaram hontar. Avr joti hogakattini. Even our group is going to Malleshwaram now. I’ll be going with them.
Ashwini: Sari al sigonn. Ok then, we’ll meet there.
Me: Sure.
Veeranna: Don, Obne hogakatti? Naa nin joti barli? Are you going alone, shall I some with you?
Me: Ok. Come.
Rahul: You’ll be near Mantri Square, I’ll join you’ll within 10mins.
Me and Veeranna: Ok….

5:30pm, Mantri Square.
I parked my bike and reached the ground floor of the mall. The mall was not so crowded. We didn’t know how to start campaigning.
I went to the receptionist at the entrance.
Me: Sir, We are from MP Birla Institute of Management. We are here to campaign for an event conducted by our college. It’s for a cause. A cause to help NGOs. (Receptionist was nodding his head.) Should we get Manager’s permission to campaign here?
Receptionist: Yes Sir, Please speak to Mr.Majunath. I can give you his contact number for you.
Me: Oh please.!
Veeranna saved Mr.Manjunath’s number in his cell phone.
We decided to call him as soon as our other friends joined us.
We were standing at the entrance and watching people and planning how to speak to people.
We waited for 20mins, none of our friends came. So we decided to start campaigning.
But How to start?
I was scared of speaking to people. Because there were policeman all around that place. Though they were traffic police, I was scared.
For the next 25 minutes we were just looking at people’s faces, trying to predict Who’ll donate.
Me: Veeranna, Whatever it is, I’ll speak to that person who’s smoking there.
Veeranna: hmmm…
Me: Look he’s wearing an ID card tag also. He might be working in some company. I feel he’ll donate.
Veeranna nodded…
(First person)
Me: (Holding a Walkathon poster) Sir, we are from MP Birla Institute of Management, we are campaigning for an event, I are helping two NGOs, One is Madhava Nele, Shimoga and other one is Nele Niveditha, Mysore-road, Bangalore. The NGOs…..(he stopped me)
First Person: Not interested…
I couldn’t force him. I accepted it as a rejection.
That’s what our principal had advised us. Learn-to-accept-rejection-in-markrting.
But the first person did me a favour. He taught me an important thing. After I spoke to him, I lost the fear of speaking to strangers.
Within a minute I spoke to two other people. Though they didn’t donate anything, I could sense that I had no fear approaching strangers.
(Forth Person – Tie waala)
Me: Veeranna, look at that person, he’s in full formals. With a tie. Lets go to him.
Veeranna: I guess he’ll donate.
Me: Excuse Me Sir!!
Tie-Waala: Hmmm?
Me: Sir, We are from MP Birla Institute of Management, We are raising funds to donate two NGOs in….
Tie-waala: he he he… kannadadalli heli sir, Nanage ashtondu English gotthilla. (Sir, please say in kannada, I donno English)
Me and Veeranna looked at each other and smiled.
Me: Ok Sir, Naavu MP Birla Management college inda bandiddeve. Naavu yeradu NGO ge help maadbeku antha haNa hangraha maadta iddeve. Taavu dhana sahaya madtira?
(I explained in kannada)
Tie-waala: Naanu kooda illi marketing ge bandirodu. Adre ee police namage tondre kodta iddare. Even I am here for marketing. But there Policeman are disturbing us.
Me: Oh ! Is it??
Veeranna: What are you selling?
Tie-waala: (pointing at a big bag on the foot path) I’m selling toys.
Me and Veeranna looked at each other in frustration and helplessness…

to be continued....

First Day @ MPBIM

2011-10-31T22:06:00.004+05:30

10 October 2011,

I woke up at 6 AM. I had to ride 16kms to reach my new college. We were informed to be in college by 8:45 AM. So I left my Hostel at 7 AM. I knew it was too early, but I have a good habit of reaching any place before time. But this time I reached there an hour before time. I reached there at 7:45. I didn't know what to do. Just parked my bike and stood alone. Some seniors were tying some banners.

It was only 8:15 when one of the security person came to me.
Security Person: 1st year MBA?
Me: Ya.
Security Person: 2nd floor.
And I smiled at him. I chose not to go by lift. Went to the 2nd floor. Couple of young men were standing at the entrance. Both were well dressed. They were in blazers. They were our seniors. They looked at me.
Seniors: Fresher? (without giving time for me to react) Go to the next room.
I just nodded my head and entered the classroom.

There were just 3 students in the class. I just smiled and sat behind them. I just took out my cell and started fiddling with it.

By the time it was 8:45, the class was half filled. Filled with all unknown people. I was feeling uncomfortable.

Two seniors entered the class with a lady who was wearing a green saree.

Seniors: Friends, this is Padmini Ma'am. (We all stood and wished her.) The next session will be handled by her.
Padmini Madam: Well, before I start the class, everybody please stand up, and pray for a bright future.

There was a big question mark in my head. Class-from-the-first-day????

Padmini Madam: Pray for good education. Not for boyfriends and girlfriends. And such things are not entertained at MPBIM.

I closed my eyes. I didn't pray anything.

Padmini Madam: Well, you'll may open your eyes now. Before I begin the class let me introduce myself first. And you'll will have to introduce yourselves in similar way. You'll will have to add a prefix to your name. A prefix that suits your character and begins with the letter same as your name. Am I clear?
Students(Including Me): Yes ma'am.
Padmini Madam: Hmmmm, I'm Padmini. I would like to call myself Pampered Padmini. I'm married. After completing my MBA, I worked for couple of years in HP and due to some personal reasons I had to quit the job. And from past one year I'm working as a lecturer here.

(to be contd)

India-Australia...

2011-03-25T01:14:00.000+05:30

What a match...!!!

The match was swinging both ways throughout the day...

Toss has always been a major factor while playing in subcontinental pitches. Ponting might have smelt victory as soon as he won the toss and elected to bat first. Watson & Haddin gave a solid start. But, Indians struck regularly to keep the game in balance. Superb second spell bowling by Zaheer, economical bowling by Harbhajan, Unpredictable bowling by Ashwin, and Yuvi!!! I've no words.. He's bowling better than any other bowler in this tournament.

They say, "When any batsman is out of form, he isn't scoring runs, make them bat against India." Ponting found his lost form and scored a well deserved, well timed 100.

Chasing 261 on an Indian pitches was not a big deal, But scoring it against the Aussies was the real challenge. There are no words for their commitment. And there are no words for Indian batting line-up either. A solid start by Sachin and Sehwag. Good partnerships between Gambhir-Kohli and Yuvraj-Gambhir in the middle overs. And after series of Gambhir-mixups and Dhoni's irresponsible batting, It was Yuvi and Raina who led India towards the winning mark.

Yuvi, received his 4th man-of-the-match of this worldcup. He's in geat touch. 4 fifties, a 100 and 11 wickets. Indeed a top contender for Man-of-the-series. And I never thought that Raina would be playing any matches in this world cup. He was always a better option compared to Y.Pathan. Raina has loads of experience of playing in Indian pitches. His pull shots and a huge six of Bret Lee over long on were pleasure to watch.

Another highlight of the day was Sachin reaching his 18k runs in ODIs. He is a solar-powered-run-machine.

We had a great match of cricket. Looking at the quality of cricket both the teams played, I think this match had to be the finals of this world cup....

India in quarters...

2011-03-18T00:47:00.000+05:30

Well, India isn't through to the quarters yet...
A worst scenario can knock out India before the knockout stage.

Scenario:
Bangladesh should beat SouthAfrica and WestIndies should beat India very badly.

Very badly conditions:
If India bat first: India scores 150, Windies should chase it in 21.3 overs.
India scores 200, Windies should chase it in 21.4 overs.
India scores 250, Windies Should chase it in 22.1 overs.
India scores 300, Windies Should chase it in 22.3 overs.
India scores 350, Windies Should chase it in 23.0 overs.
If Windies bat first: Windies scrore 350, India should be bowled out within 186runs.
Windies scrore 300, India should be bowled out within 139runs.
Windies scrore 250, India should be bowled out within 92runs.
Windies scrore 200, India should be bowled out within 45runs.

These are my calculations.. there might be an error of (+/-)3balls or (+/-)10runs..

Sumne tamashege.....

2011-03-16T19:04:00.001+05:30

Click on the pic...

A day in Karwar bus...

2010-11-28T12:00:00.013+05:30

Hello friends..
Deepavali... Its very difficult to get a bus ticket to go home. Even I did not get the ticket. But I wanted to go home. Many including the KSRTC people don't know that every morning there's a bus to Karwar. I decided to go home by that bus. But believe me, day journeys are really boring. And if you are traveling alone, its a nightmare. So I wanted someone to travel with me till Karwar. I knew that my friend Uday wanted to go home. So I messaged him asking whether he would join me. First he was not interested, after knowing that it was the only way to reach home he agreed to join me. Then I asked my friend Divya. Even she agreed to come. She told me that even her friend Sindhura would come with us. Actually I didn't want Sindhura to come with us, but who am I to stop her. After all its a Government Bus ;-). We decided to go on the morning of 4th of November. Then, came to know that even my friend Madhura was coming with us.

The bus was at 6.30 in the morning, I had to reach the bus stand by 6am because I had to catch 5 seats. If I had to reach there by 6am, I had to leave our PG at 5am, and if I'd to leave by 5am, I had to wake up at 4.15am. Which was highly impossible because, once if I sleep, I won't wake up even if you run a train next to me. So I took a stupid decesion. I decided not to sleep for the whole night.

My room-mate Kishan sat with me till 11.30pm. Then he slept. Which meant I had to sit alone for 5hrs. I started browsing. Browsing is one of the best way to pass time. I browsed till 1.30am. What to do for the next 3hrs? I started playing computer game. Played till 3.30am. Somehow I spent the next one hour. I had to pack my bag. I had my bath. there was no hot water available, and the water in which I took my bath was just like ice, it was chilling. But had no other way.

I took the 5am bus and reached Majestic exactly at 6am. Had a cup of coffee there. Entered bus stand and went to the enquiry.

Me: ಕಾರವಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಬಸ್ಸು ಯಾವಾಗ ಇದೆ ಸರ್??? (At what time is the bus to Karwar?)
At the help desk: (In a nasal voice) ಒಂದು ನಿಮಿಷ ಸಾರ್, ಚೆಕ್ ಮಾಡಿ ಹೇಳ್ತೇನೆ.. (Wait a minute i'll check)

He was taking his own time to check.

Me: ಸರ್, ಅದು 6.30 ಕ್ಕೆ ಇದೆ. ಯಾವ platform ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೋತ್ತೆ ಅಂತ ಹೇಳಿ. ( Sir, the bus is at 6.30, please tell me from which platform the bus is moving)

He gave a i-am-the-incharge-here look at me and started turning some torn pages.

At the help desk: ಸಾರ್, ಕಾ-ರ-ವಾ-ರ ಕ್ಕೆ ಯಾವ ಬಸ್ಸೂ ಇಲ್ಲ. ಧಾ-ರ-ವಾ-ಡ ಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಕಾದ್ರೆ ಇದೆ ನೋಡಿ. ಕಾರವಾರಕ್ಕೆ ಬೇಕಂದ್ರೆ ನೀವು link ಹಿಡ್ಕೊಂಡು ಹೋಗ್ಬೇಕು. ( There's no bus to Karwar. There's bus to Dharwad. If you want to go to Karwar, you will have to change buses)

Arrey what will I do with Dharwad bus, Got confused couldn't understand what to do. If i was alone, I would have managed to go, But 3 girls and their 12 bags!! It would be very difficult to change the buses.

I went to the platform. There was no Karwar bus there, then I asked the person incharge of arranging the buses. He showed me an old bus and told that it was Karwar bus. That bus didn't have any board. I asked the driver, he confirmed me that it was Karwar bus. Ufff.. So we had a bus. ;-)

I called Uday, He told me that he has reached the bus stand and was having coffee. I knew that he would reach on time. For me the worry was about 3G. I mean 3 girls. If you wrap them in a plastic cover they form a package of stupidity. Their problem is they are never on time.

It was 6.15am, I called Divya,

Me: ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೀರಾ??? (where are you?)

She gave me a shocking answer.

Divya: Rickshawಗೆ wait ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೇವೆ.. ( waiting for auto-rickshaw)
Me: ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಬಸ್ ಬಂದಿದೆ. ( The bus has arrived)
Divya: Hey, rickshaw ಸಿಕ್ತು.( Hey, we got a Rickshaw. )

Now this is what I called stupidity, I was talking about bus, and she's talking about rickshaw.

I went and kept my bag on one seat and my handkerchief on the another seat. A guy was staring at me as if I had committed a crime. Don't know why he was staring at me. Slowly I went and sat next to the driver,

Me: ಸರ್, ಎಷ್ಟು ಹೊತ್ತಿಗೆ ಈ ಬಸ್ ಹೊರಡೊತ್ತೆ? ( Sir, wat time does the bus leave?)
Driver: ಆರು ಮುಕ್ಕಾಲು ( at 6.45)

So there was 25mins to go...

I got down, went near the conductor. He was busy screaming, "Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar.., Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar....."

Me: ಸರ್ ಈ ಬಸ್ ಕಾರವಾರ ಮುಟ್ಟೋಕೆ ಎಷ್ಟು ಹೊತ್ತಗೊತ್ತೆ? (At what time will the bus reach Karwar?)

I knew that We would reach at 8.30pm, but still, i wanted to talk to him.
He replied in a North-Karnataka accent Kannada.

Conductor: ಎಂಟೂ-ವರಿ(೮.೩೦) ಆಗತ್ತ್ರಿ.. (By 8.30,)
Me: ಸರ್, ನನ್ನ friends ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ, wait ಮಾಡ್ತಿರಲ್ವಾ? ಇನ್ನೇನು ಬರ್ತಾರೆ. ( Sir, My friends are coming, Will you'll wait for them? they'll come within a while)
Conductor: ಎಲ್ಲಿಗ್ ಹೋಗಬೇಕ್ರಿ? ಕಾರವಾರಕ್ಕ? ಹತ್ ನಿಮಿಶ್ ನಿಂದ್ರೋಣ ತಗೊಳ್ರಿ.. Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar..( Where do you'll want to go? to Karwar? Ok, we'll wait for 10 minutes..Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar.. )
Arrey couldn't understand how I'd find such stupid people around me. He was talking to me, suddenly he started screaming.. Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar..

Then I called Divya again.

Me: ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದೀರಾ??? (where are you?)

She gave me another shocking reply.

Divya: ಓಕಳಿಪುರಂ... Bus stand ಎಲ್ಲಿದೆ? (Okalipuram.. Where's the bus stand )

I've heard people asking "Where's the bus", but this stupid girl asked, "Where's the bus stand". .

Me: driverಗೆ ಗೊತ್ತಿರತ್ತೆ. First platform ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಬಸ್ ಇದೆ. ಬೇಗ ಬಾ.(Driver will be knowing that. The bus is waiting in the first platform, be quick.
Divya: Ok Ok.. ಐದು seat ಬೇಕು ಓಕೆ, Madhura ಕೂಡ ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾಳೆ. ok ok.. Reserve 5 seats. Even Madhura is coming with us.

I said ok and disconnected the call. There was no problem for 5 seats. The only problem was they had to reach within 5 mins. Actually I'd already started thinking of alternate way of reaching Karwar.

Then Uday called.

Me: ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಿಯಾ? (Where are you?)
Uday: Platform 1.

That platform was about 50m far from where I was standing.

Me: I can't see you, raise your hand.(I could see a raised hand at the other end of the platform.)Hey turn back.(Even I'd raised my hand.)

So finally one thing was sure, I was not going alone..

Uday gave good look at the bus, and smiled.

I did not understand why he smiled. Was it beacause he was finally going home or beacuse of the bus' external beauty. Speaking about the bus,
I think it was the bus in which The-British used to travel across various parts of the country.

We went inside,

Uday: ಎಲ್ಲೋ ಅವರು? (Where are they?)
Me: ಇನ್ನೂ ಬರ್ಲಿಲ್ವೋ. (They haven't come yet)
Uday: I'll call..
Me: ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದಾರೆ ಬಿಡು. ( wait they are coming.)
Uday: (Siiting on the last seat) ಇಲ್ಲೇ ಕುಳ್ಳೋಣ? ( We'll sit here)
Me: Jump ಹೊಡಿಯತ್ತೋ.It'll jump a lot.
Uday: ಇರ್ಲಿ ಬಿಡು, ಏನು ಆಗಲ್ಲ. ಮಜಾ ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಹೋಗಬಹುದು ( Nothing'll happen. We can enjoy a lot here. We'll sit here itself.)

I just shook my head. He kept his bag and got down. Meanwhile again that guy started staring at me. Even I looked at him. I felt that I had seen him Somewhere.

Stranger: ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನ ಎಲ್ಲೋ ನೋಡಿದ್ದೇನೆ ಅನ್ಸೋತ್ತೆ.(I think I've seen you somewhere)
Me: ನೀನು ನಮ್ಮ high school senior ಆಲ್ವಾ? ( You are our High school senior right?)
Stranger: ಹೌದು ಹೌದು. ನೆನಪಾಯ್ತು. ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಊರಿಗಾ? ( Ya Ya.. Right. Going Home?)
Me: ಹೌದು ಬೇರೆ ಬಸ್ ಸಿಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ನೀನೂ ಊರಿಗಾ? ( Ya, Couldn't get seat in any other bus. So even you are going home? )
Stranger: ya.
Me: Ok fine.

He was our senior in our high school. This is how people meet unexpectedly.

Driver started the engine, I got down and called Divya again.

Me: ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ಯಮ್ಮ?? ( Where a-r-e y-o-u?? In bit frustrated voice)
Divya: ಬಂದ್ವಿ ಕಣೋ. gateಅಲ್ಲಿ autoಗೆ ಹಣ ಕೊಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೇವೆ. ( We have already reached. We are paying for the rickshaw at the gate)
Me: ಬೇಗ ಬಾ. ಬಸ್ move ಆಗ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. ಈಗಾಗಲೇ 5m move ಆಗಿದೆ.( Bus has already started moving and it has already moved 5meters;) )
Divya: Ok ok.. Wait a minute..

After disconnecting the call, I realised that the bus stand didn't had any gate.
However I knew that the bus wouldn't move for next 5mins. Guess why??

Because the conductor was still screaming, Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar.. I requested the conductor to wait for couple of minutes.

Conductor: ನೋಡ್ರಿ ಈಗ ಬೇಗ್ ಹೊರಟ್ರ, ಲಗೂನ ಮನಿ ಮುಟ್ಟತೀವಿ. late ಮಾಡಿದ್ರ ೧೧ ಗಂಟಿ ಆದರೂ ಮನಿ ಮುಟ್ಟೋದಿಲ್ಲ ನೋಡ್ರಿ. Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar..( We'll reach early if we leave early, If you'll want to be delay, we won't reach even after 11pm. Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar..)

He got into the bus and started scream again. Tumkur, Durga, Davangere, Sirsi, Karwar.. I was feeling like hitting him with iron rod which was used in Ghajini. But before him, I wanted to hit Divya. NOT-Divya.

NOT Divya means, Never-On-Time Divya.

I' had almost dialed her number again, when I saw the 3 girls near the main entrance.. They were helping each other in carrying their heavy luggage bags. Yes, finally they reached. We got in and bus started to move.

We had not even settled, Divya asked another stupid question,

Divya: ತಿಂಡಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸ್ತಾರೆ? ( Where will the bus stop for breakfast.? )
We had just entered the bus and she is worried about breakfast.
Me: ತಿಂಡಿಗೆ ನಿಲ್ಸೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ಎರಡು ಗಂಟೆಗೆ ರಾಣೆಬೆನ್ನೂರಿನಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟಕ್ಕೆ ನಿಲ್ಸ್ತಾರೆ. ಊಟ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿರೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ( They won't stop for breakfast. They'll stop for lunch at 2 O'Clock in Ranebennur, And the quality of food will be horrible.)
Divya: aye, ನಾನೇನು ತಿನ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ.( I haven't eaten anything. )
Others:(one after the other) ನಾವೂ ಏನು ತಿನ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ( Even we haven't eaten anything)
Sindhura to Divya(In North-Karnataka accent): Conductorಗೆ ಕೇಳ್ಲಾ (Ask the conductor.)
Me: ನಾನು ನಿಮಗೆ ಸರಿಯಾಗಿ ತಿಂದು ಬರೋಕೆ ಹೇಳಿದ್ನಲ್ವಾ? ಈಗ ಅನುಭವಿಸಿ.ಹೋಗ್ಲಿ Biscuit , cake ಇದೆ ಕೊಡ್ಲಾ?(I’d told you’ll to have your breakfast right? Suffer now… I’ve biscuits and cake, You’ll want it?)
Divya: ನಾನು cake ತಿನ್ನಲ್ಲ. ಅದ್ರಲ್ಲಿ ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ಹಾಕಿರ್ತಾರೆ. ಗುರುವಾರ ನಾನು ಮೊಟ್ಟೆ ತಿನ್ನಲ್ಲ. ನನಗೆ biscuit ಕೊಡು.(I won’t eat cake today. It contains egg and today is Thursday. Give me biscuits.)

I was about to remove the biscuit pack from my bag, the bus jumped so badly that Divya, Madhura and Sindhura almost banged their head to top of the bus. Without waiting for a minute they changed their seat. Madhura wanted window seat, so I gave my seat to her. Divya and Sindhura sat just in-front of our seat. Uday didn't move, he was listening English music in his cell, everytime I looked at him, he would smile and continue shaking his head.

Divya: Aye ಎಲ್ಲೋ biscuit? ನನಗೆ ಕೊಡೋ.. (Aye, where's the biscuit, give it to me)
Madhura: ನನ್ನ ಹತ್ರ sweet corn ಇದೆ. ಕೊಡ್ಲಾ? (I have sweet corn, shall i give it?? )
Divya: ಈಗ biscuit ತಿನ್ನೋಣ. ಆಮೇಲೆ sweet corn ತಿನ್ನೋಣ.( lets have biscuits now, We'll have sweet corn later.)

I gave her the biscuit pack. She distributed it, I took two, Madhura took two, Uday first refused to eat and later he took one, and I forgot where the biscuit pack was. I thought again she would offer me biscuits, instead I saw empty biscuit pack flying out of the window.

Conductor came to us, before asking the bus fare,

Divya and Sindhura: ತಿಂಡಿಗೆ ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನಿಲ್ಲಿಸ್ತೀರಾ? ( Where will you'll stop for breakfast?)
Conductor:ತಿಂಡಿ ತಿನ್ನೋಕ?? ಹಿರಿಯೂರ್ನಾಗ್ ನಿಲ್ಸ್ತೇವ್ ನೋಡ್ರಿ. ( For breakfast? We'll stop in Hiriyoor.)
Divya: ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಎಷ್ಟು ದೂರ? ( How far from here?)
Conductor: ಒಂಬತ್ತುವರೀಗ್ ಮುಟ್ತೇವ್ ನೋಡ್ರಿ. ( We might reach by 9.30.)
Divya; Madhura ಒಂಬತ್ತುವರೆ ಅಗತ್ತಂತೆ! ಏನು ಮಾಡೋದು?( What to do Madhura? Seems the bus will stop at 9.30)
Me: ಸಧ್ಯ! ನಿಲ್ಸ್ತಾರಲ್ಲ. ಸಮಾಧಾನ ಪಡ್ರಿ. ( Luckily, they'll stop. Be happy for that.)
Conductor: ಏನೂ ಮಾಡಾಕ್ ಆಗಂಗಿಲ್ರೀ. ಕಾರವಾರಕ್ಕ್ ಹೋಗ್ಬೇಕಲ್ಲ್ರಿ ನಿಮಗ? ಎಲ್ಲ್ರೂ ಮುನ್ನೂರರ್ವತ್ತು ರುಪಾಯಿ ಕೊಡ್ರಿ. ನಾನ ನಿಮಗ ಒಂದೊಂದು ರುಪಾಯಿ ಮತ್ತು ಟಿಕಟ್ ಕೊಡ್ತೆನಿ.( I can't help. By the way, you'll are going to karwar right, Everyone pay me Rs.360 and I'll pay Re.1 back.)

We paid. We had to travel for another two and a half hours before the bus would stop for breakfast. Divya turned back,

Divya: ಏನಾದ್ರು ಆಡೋನ್ ಲಾ!?!?!(Shall we play here?)
Me:ಏನು? ಏನು ಆಡ್ತಿಯಾ? ಕ್ರಿಕೆಟ್ ಆಡೋಣ್ವಾ?(What will you play? Shall we play cricket?)
Divya:cut ಹೊಡ್ದಿ!!! (Cut Hod-di!! which means You cracked a joke)
Thats her common dialogue. If anyone cracks a joke, before laughing she says cut hod-di.
Me: ಏನು ಆಡೋಣಾ? ( Then What will we play?)
Divya: ಅಂತ್ಯಾಕ್ಷರಿ ಆಡೋಣ? ( Lets play anthakshari?)
Me: ನೀವು ಆಡಿ ನಾನು ಬರಲ್ಲ. ( I won't come, You'll play.)
According to me Anthakshari is World's one of the most boring games. Which starts with nice songs and ends with a fight.
Divya: Dumb-charades ಆಡೋಣ? (Lets play Dumb-charades?)
Me: ನಾನು ಬರಲ್ಲ. ನೀವು ಆಡಿ. ನನಗೆ ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಆಡೋದು ಸರಿ ಅನ್ಸೋಲ್ಲ. ( You'll play, I won't come)

I didn't wanted to disturb other passengers, and I had never seen anyone playing in Government bus before.

Madhura & Sindhura: ನಾವು ಆಡೋಣ. (We'll play.)
Divya: (In konkani) Uday, Dumb-charades ಕೇಳ್ಯಾ. ಯೆತಾ? ( Uday, coming to play Dumb-charades?)

First Uday shook his head saying no, Later he wrapped his earphone and came to our seat to play. Divya explained him the game rules and they were about to start the game when the driver stopped the bus and many people entered the bus. So they decided to stop the game. Uday went back to his window seat.

Now the bus was packed. Students were traveling from Nelamangala to Tumkur, A girl came and sat next to me. One thing I've noticed about Bangalore students is that they study while traveling. All the students who got in were studying, even the girl who sat next to me. Most probably she was an Electronics Engineering student. She was analysing some circuits which I and Madhura studied couple of years ago.

Divya turned back, and as expected,

Divya: ಹಸಿವಾಗ್ತಾ ಇದೆ.( I'm hungry.
Sindhura: ನನಗೂ ಹಸಿವಾಗ್ತಿದೆ.( Even I'm hungry.)
Madhura: ನನ್ನತ್ರ sweet corn ಇದೆ ( I've sweet corn.)
She was saying this for the second time.
Divya: ಕೊಡು.( Give.)
Madhura: ಆದ್ರೆ ಅದು ಬೇಯ್ಸಿದ್ದಲ್ಲ. ( But its raw.)
Me: ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ನಾಳೆ ಅವಳ ಮನೆಗೆ ತಗೊಂಡು ಹೋಗಿ ಕೊಡು. ಒಟ್ಟಿಗೆ ಬೇಯ್ಸ್ಕೊಂದು ತಿನ್ನಿ.(Then take it to her home tomorrow, You'll can cook and eat it there.
Divya: cut ಹೊದ್ದಿ! (Cut hod-di.)
Sindhura: ಅದು ತಿನ್ನೋಕೆ ಅಗೊತ್ತಾ? ( So, we can eat the raw one? )
Madhura: ಹೌದು ತಿನ್ಬಹುದು. ಚೆನ್ನಗಿರೋತ್ತೆ. ( Ya, we can eat it. It tastes good. )
Divya and Sindhura: ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ಕೊಡು. ( Then give it.)
Madhura: ಆದ್ರೆ ಅದು bagಅಲ್ಲಿ ಇದೆ. (But its in my bag.)
Me: bag ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಮನೇಲಿ ಇದೆಯಾ ( Bag's in your home, right?)
Madhura: aye ಸುಮ್ನಿರೋ, ಹಿಂದಿನ seat ಕೆಳಗಡೆ ಇದೆ. ( Shut-up ok!! Its behind the last seat)
Me: ಅದು ಈಗ ತೆಗಿಯೋಕೆ ಆಗಲ್ಲ ತುಮಕೂರಲ್ಲಿ bus ನಿಂತಾಗ ತೆಗೆದು ಕೊಡ್ತೇನೆ. ( I can't pull your bag out now, I'll do it when the bus stops in Tumkur)
Divya: ನನ್ನ ಹತ್ರ chocolate ಇದೆ, ಕೊಡ್ಲಿ? ( I've chocolates. You want it? )
Me: ಕೊಡು. ನಾನು ಯಾವಾಗಾದ್ರೂ chocolate ಬೇಡ ಅಂದಿದ್ನಾ?? (give, did I ever say no to chocolates?)

I was thinking that this Kanjoos-Divya would give me some 50ps chocolate, but surprisingly she gave a Cadbury's Perk. She passed a chocolate to Uday also, who was sitting in the next row. Looking at that everyone in the bus might have thought that even they were going to get chocolates. ;-)

Then we reached Tumkur, all the students got down, I pulled out Madhura's bag and took sweet corn. There were two corns. I'd never eaten raw corn, in fact only Madhura had eaten it before. I got my share of corn. Everyone started eating, waited for their feedback. Their feedback was good. Then I put one grain of corn in my mouth, Actually it tasted great. But still,

Me: ಏನೇ ಇದು? ಇಷ್ಟು ಕೆಟ್ಟದಾಗಿದೆ? ( Whats this? It tastes so bad.)
Madhura: ಹೌದೇನೆ Divya ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಲ್ವಾ? ( Is it Divya? Its not good?)
Me: ಸ್ವಲ್ಪನೂ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಲ್ಲ. ಇದನ್ನ ಹೇಗೆ ತಿನ್ನೋದು? ( How to eat this? Its tasteless)
Divya: ಅವನ ಮಾತು ಕೇಳ್ಬೇಡ. ಕೊಬ್ಬು ಅವನಿಗೆ. ಇದು ತುಂಬಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ. ಯಾಕೋ Vishal? (Don't listen to him, he's become naughty nowadays. Its too good. Vishal??)
Angry faced Madhura looked at me. I smiled back,
Uday and Sindhura: ಹೌದು, ತುಂಬಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ.(Ya, Its too good.)
Me: ನಿಜ ಹೇಳ್ಬೇಕು ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಇದು ತುಂಬಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ. (Really its very nice.)
Madhura: ಮತ್ತ್ಯಾಕೋ ಸುಳ್ಳು ಹೇಳ್ದೆ? (Then why did you lie?)
Me: Mammamiyaaaa... I'm a jokkkinggggg...(Chunkey Pandey's dialogue in Housefull ;-) )
Divya:(loudly) Ha Ha Ha ha ha ha ha ha...
That was Divya's world-famous-loud-laugh. She laughs so loudly that, once after she laughed,
i. There was an earthquake in Indonesia.
ii. A plane crashed in Cuba.
iii. Two trains ran against each other in Japan.
iv. A ship sank in England.
v. A flyover collapsed in New Delhi.

But this time, luckily, nothing serious happened. Many passengers tuned back. The conductor was sitting in the first seat, he gave a i'll-throw-you'll-out look from there.

Me: ಸುಮ್ನಿರೆ Divya, ಯಾಕೋ conductor ನಮಗೆ ಬಸ್ಸಿಂದ ಹೊರಗೆ ಎಸಿಯೋ ಹಾಗೆ ಕಾಣಿಸ್ತಾನೆ.(Quiet Divya, Conductor looked at us as if he wants to throw us out of the bus.)
Divya:(softly)ha ha ha ha.
Me: By the way, ನೋಡಿದ್ಯಾ, ನೀನು ನಕ್ಕಾಗ bus ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ shake ಆಯ್ತು. Mostly driver ಕೂಡ ಹಿಂದೆ ತಿರುಗಿ ನೋಡಿದಾ ಅನ್ಸೋತ್ತೆ. (By the way, did you notice, when you laughed, bus shaked a bit. Mostly even the driver might have turned back to see what's happening.)
Divya:Cut.....
Me: Hey, Divya ಈ ಬಸ್ಸನಲ್ಲಿ ನಮ್ಮ Hindu High School senior ಇದ್ದಾನೆ ಗೊತ್ತಾ? ( Hey Divya, In this bus there's a guy from Karwar. He was our senior in Hindu High School.)
Divya:Hey, ಯಾರು ನನಗೆ ತೋರ್ಸು.( Hey, Show me, Where's he?)
Me: ಮುಂದೆ ಇದ್ದಾನೆ. (He's sitting in fron.t)
Divya stood up and looked at people who were sitting in front.
Madhura: ಎಲ್ಲಿ ನನಗೆ ತೊಸ್ರೋ. ( Show me yaar.)
Divya: ಅವಳಿಗೆ ತೋರ್ಸ್ಬೇಡ. First ನನಗೆ ತೋರ್ಸು. ನೋಡ್ಲಿಕ್ಕೆ ಹೆಂಗಿದ್ದಾನೆ? ( Don't show her, Show me first. How's he? How does he look?)
Me: Zebra ಇದ್ದಹಾಗೆ ಇದ್ದಾನೆ. (He's like a Zebra.)
All:Ah!!!!
Me: ಅಂದ್ರೆ black-white stripes ಇರೋ shirt ಹಾಕಿದ್ದಾನೆ. ( I mean he's wearing a shirt with black-white stripes.)
All:Ohh...
Divya: ಬಸ್ ನಿಂತಾಗ ತೋರ್ಸು.(Show me when the bus stops.)
Me: ಆಯ್ತು. (Ok..)

We reached Hiriyoor at 9. half an hour before expected time.

Conductor: ನೋಡ್ರಿ ಹಿರಿಯೂರ್ ಬಂತ್. ಚಾ ಕುಡಿಯೋಕ್ ಹತ್ತ ನಿಮಿಶ್ time ಇರಾತ್ತ್ ನೋಡ್ರಿ. ಎಲ್ಲಾರು ಲಗೂನ್ ಇಳೀರಿ.(This is Hiriyoor, The bus will stop for 10mins, You'll have tea here. get down quickly.)
A guy got down quickly.
Divya: ಇವನೇನಾ ಅವನು? senior? (This is the guy whom you were speaking about?)
Me: ಅಲ್ಲ. ಮುಂದೆ zebra ಇದೆ ನೋಡು. (No.. look at the zebra in front.)
Divya: Sinda, Chandan ಕಣೆ ಅವ್ನು. ನಮ್ಮ KLE College senior ಕಣೋ ಅವ್ನು. (Aye, Sinda, He's Chandan yaar. Vishal, He was our senior in KLE college also.)
Sindhura: ಹೌದು Divvi.( Ya Divvi. )
Divya calls Sindhura as Sinda-Sindi, And She calls Divya as Divvi. Truncated names ;-).

We exchanged smile with Chandan.

Uday got down first, Then Divya, Sindhura and Madhura got down. I didn't want to have breakfast and our bags were in bus itself. So I decided to sit in the bus.

After about 10mins my phone rang. It was Sindhura who had called.

Sindhura: Parcel, ಏನಾದ್ರು ತರ್ಬೇಕಾ? (Should I get anthing for you?)
Me: ಬೇಡಾ. ನಾನೇನು ತಿನ್ನಲ್ಲ. (No. I won't eat anything.)

I know my way. I know when to eat and where not to eat. Couldn't understand why they were worried about me.

Sindhura: ಇಡ್ಲಿ ತರ್ಲಾ? (Shall i get Idly for you?)

Now this was irritating me.

Me: ಬೇಡಾ. (No, I DON'T WANT...)
Sindhura: Ok.

The driver took his seat, almost all entered the bus.
Conductor was waiting just outside the bus. He peeped in,
Conductor: ಎಲ್ಲಾರು ಬಂದ್ರೇನ್ರಿ.?(So, Everyone's back??)

I stepped towards the door.

Me: ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ friends ಬರಬೇಕು.(No, my friends have to come.)
Conductor: ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡೆ. ಬಸ್ ಇಷ್ಟು ಶಾಂತವಾಗಿ ಇದ್ದಾಗಲೇ ಅಂದ್ಕೊಂಡೆ. ರೀ, ಅವರನ್ನ ಎಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಹೊತ್ಕೊಂಡು ಬಂದ್ರಿರಿ ನೀವು, ಎಲ್ಲಾರ್ಗಿಂತ ಮೊದ್ಲು ಇಳಿತಾರ್, ಎಲ್ಲಾರ್ ಬಂದ್ರೂ ಇವರ ಬರಾಂಗಿಲ್ಲ. ನೀವ ಎಲ್ಲಾರ್ಗಿಂತ ಮೊದಲ ಬರ್ತೀರಿ. ನೀವ್ ನೋಡಿದ್ರ ಹಿಂಗ, ಅವ್ರ ನೋಡಿದ್ರ ಹಾಂಗ್. ಒಂದ್ ಅಂತು ಪಕ್ಕ ರಿ, ನಾವು ಕಾರವಾರಕ್ಕ late ಆಗಿ ಮುಟ್ಟತೇವಿ. ( I had expected it. When I saw the bus so quiet, i guessed that your friends had not come. Tell me man, where did you find them, They get down before everyone, they get in after everyone. And you, you always come before everyone. You are of one type, They are of other type. but one thing is for sure, We won't reach Karwar on time. )

I didn't undeerstand whether he was scolding me or praising me. I just concentrated on the last line he said, "We won't reach Karwar on time". I was happy that he was sure that we were going to reach Karwar. And i took a spot decision that I would never travel in a public bus with my friends again.

Driver started the bus engine, I saw Madhura coming towards the bus with a cup of tea. I looked at Madhura angrily. But, Madhura didn't realise that i was angry. Rather she thought that I was hungry and she turned towards the Hotel again. Well, thats my anger. ;-). Conductor was staring at me. The bus started moving, I got into the bus. Then they came running towards the bus, with plastic tea cup in their hand. They also had some carry bag in the other hand. They entered the bus, conductor gave a look at them, then he looked at me. It was a Next-time-if-you'll-are-late-look-what-will-happen look. We just looked at each other and smiled.

Now Divya sat next to me, She had brought the KSRTC canteen along with her. She had packed few idlys, a few packs of Lays, etc etc. She tied it to the seat.
Don't know from where these people get innovative ideas.!!

Our bus was moving in a decent pace on Pune-Bangalore National Highway 4. Its one of the best roads in India and the best one in Karnataka. To explain the beauty of the road, they say, during night journey, The driver keeps a brick on the accelerator and goes to sleep. The road is straight, without curves, speed-breakers etc etc.. Sitting on the window seat, Madhura was watching farms on the other side side of the road. But Divya and Sindhura, they were eating and throwing the wastes out from the window.
Me: ರಸ್ತೆಯ ಎರಡೂ ಬದಿ ಬೇಲಿ ಯಾಕೆ ಇದೆ ಅಂತ ಗೊತ್ತ? ( Do you'll know why there are fences on either side of the road?)
Madhura: ಇಲ್ಲ. (Don't know.)
Uday: ಯಾಕೆ? (Why???)
Divya: ಆ ಕಡೆ ಇರೊ ಗದ್ದೆಗೆ ಆಕಳು ಹೋಗ್ಬಾರ್ದು ಅಂತ? (So that cattle doesn't enter the farms from the road???)

Only Divya could give this answer. What will the cattle do on the roads??

Me: ಅಲ್ಲ. ಆ ಕಡೆ ಇಂದ ಯಾವುದೇ ಪ್ರಾಣಿ ರಸ್ತೆಗೆ ಬಂದು, ರಸ್ತೆ ಮೇಲೆ ಹೋಗೋ vehiclesಗೆ ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಡಬಾರದು ಅಂತ.(No. Its fenced so that animals from the farm shouldn't enter the road.)
Divya: Oh.. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ರೋಡ್ ಇಷ್ಟು ಚೆಂದ ಇದೆ. (Oh, thats why the road is so beautiful)
Me: Sorry! ಚೆಂದ ಇತ್ತು. ಈಗ ಇಲ್ಲ. (Sorry, The road is no longer beautiful)
Madhura: ಯಾಕೆ? ಈಗ ಏನಾಗಿದೆ? (Why? Whats wrong with the road now??)
Me: Divya ಕಸ ಎಸ್ದು road ಹೊಲಸು ಮಾಡಿದ್ಲು. (Divya made the road dirty by throwing wastes on the road.)
Divya:(screamed) CCCCCCCuuuuuutttttttttttttttttt..

It was 12noon when we reached Chitradurga. Divya started unpacking the idly packs which she had bought in Hiriyur. I couldn't understand whether she was really hungry or she just opened it because we had passed two small towns after they had their breakfast.

Divya:ಯಾರ್ಯಾರಿಗ್ ಇಡ್ಲಿ ಬೇಕ? (Who wants Idly?)

Actually there was no point asking that question. Beacuse
i> There were only two packs and we were 5 members.
ii> Divya would eat one pack and Sindhura would eat the other one.

Divya:(To me) ನಿನಗೆ ಬೇಕಾ? (Do you want?)
Me: ಬೇಡ. (No, thanks.)
Divya: ತಿನ್ನೋ ಆವಾಗ್ಲೂ ನೀನು ಏನು ತಿನ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. (Have it yaar, You didn't have your breakfast also..)
Me: ಬೇಡ ಅಕ್ಕ ನೀನೆ ತಿನ್ನು. ( Please sis, I don't want.. you have it..)
Divya: ಪರವಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿದೆ ತಿನ್ನೋ. (Hey its good yaar, have it.)
Me: ಅಯ್ಯೋ, ಹೇಳಿದ್ದು ಅರ್ಥ ಆಗಲ್ವಾ? ನನಗೆ ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ತಿನ್ನೋಕೆ ಆಗಲ್ಲ. (Hey can't you understand, I can't eat in bus ok..)

How can anyone eat in bus? There were people around who hadn't got seat and were standing. And eating in front of them would be indiscipline. And I don't like eatables which are brought from bus stand canteens, roadside hotels etc etc..

Divya:(Looking towards Sindhura) ಅಯ್ತು ಬಿಡು. ನಾವೇ ತಿನ್ತೇವಿ. ಅಲ್ವ ಚಿನ್ನು. (Ok forget, We'll Have it. Right Chinnu??)
Sindhura: ಹೌದು ಮತ್ತೆ. ( Ya. )

When both Sindhura and Divya are around you, the atmosphere around is just like as if we are sitting in a KG class. They keep on doing all stupid things just like KG class children. They had already started eating.

Divya:(In konkani) Uday ತುಕ್ಕ ಜಾಇ? ( Uday, Do you want???)
Uday:(In konkani) ನಾಕ.. ಪೊಟ್ ಬರ್ಲಾ. (No, My stomach is full.)

I think he would say yes if they wouldn't have started eating it.

If anyone asked the conductor who was most uncomfortable person in the bus, He would close his eyes and point towards me. Yes, I was feeling very uncomfortable. Because the person sitting next to me was busy eating. Luckily it was one of best friend Divya. If it was anyone else, I would wrap them in the same pacel paper and throw out of the window.

She finished eating, With half a idly in her mouth she turned towards me, and asked for water.

Me: ನೀರು? ಕೊಡ್ತೇನೆ ತಾಳು. (You want water? Wait I'll give.)

I always carry a bottle of water with me. Because, I'm so sensitive that sometimes I fall ill after drinking any other water, So i hardly give that water to anyone. Lucky Divya, I gave her my water bottle. I'd thought that she wanted water to drink. But as soon I gave my bottle to her, She put her hand out of the window and started washing her hand with my 25micron-RO-UV-pure-water. So after that an empty cool drinks PET bottle, flew out of the window, which went directly inside an auto-rickshaw which was moving on the road. This time it was Sindhura who threw it. Looking at that, People of Chitradurga might have started moving away from our bus. And I usually don't pray, but this time I prayed, Shaktimaan, Superman, Spiderman, anyman save me from these stupid people....

After having Idlys I think Divya felt sleepy, she put mobile phone's headphone in her ears and started closing her eyes.

Me: ಯಾಕೇ Divya ನಿದ್ರೆ ಬರ್ತಾ ಇದೆಯಾ? (Divya, feeling sleepy?)
Divya: ಹು ಕಣೋ.(Ya dear.)
Me: ಆದ್ರೆ ಏನು ಗೊತ್ತಾ, ನಾನು ನಿನಗೆ ಮಲ್ಗೋಕೆ ಬಿಡಲ್ಲ. (But you know what? I won't let you sleep now.)
Divya: ಯಾಕೋ? (Why yaar?)
Me: ಸುಮ್ನೆ ನಿನಗೆ ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಡೋಕೆ. (Simply to disturb you.)
Divya: Please ಮಲ್ಗ್ತೇನೋ.(Please Vishal, I'll sleep.)
Me: No No No.
Divya: ಹಾಗಾದ್ರೆ ಈಗ ಏನು ಮಾಡೋಣ? (Then what to do now???)
Me: ಬಾ ಹಾಡು ಕೇಳೋಣ.(Come, Lets hear Music.)

She removed the ear phone and started playing song in loudspeaker mode.

Me: Ah.. ಈ ರೀತಿ ಅಲ್ಲ. (Ah.. Not like this..)
Divya: ಇನ್ನು ಹೇಗೆ?? (Then how?)
Me: remix.
Divya: ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಮಾಡೋದು? (How to Remix?)
Me: ನನ್ನ cell ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಒಂದು ಹಾಡು play ಮಾಡ್ತೇನೆ. ನಿನ್ನ cell ಅಲ್ಲಿ ನೀನು ಒಂದು ಹಾಡು play ಮಾಡು. (I'll play a song in my cellphone and you play one in yours.)
Divya: ಆಮೇಲೆ? (Then?)
Me: ನಿನ್ನ right ear-phone ನನಗೆ ಕೊಡು. ನನ್ನ left ear-phone ನೀನು ತಗೋ. ಈಗ ಹಾಡು ಕೇಳು. (Give your right ear-phone and take my left one. Put it in your ears and now listen.)

Actually the remix was horrible and we could hear neither of the songs properly. But there was some fun in listening it. And what I noticed was that, the stupid people around me had turned me too to a stupid.

Sitting next to Divya, Uday was watching our stupidity.

Divya: ಸಾಕೋ, remix ತುಂಬಾ ಕೆಟ್ಟದಾಗಿದೆ. (Enough yaar, The remix sounds really bad.)
Me: ಹೌದಲ್ವಾ?? (True.)
Divya: ಹೌದು. ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನಾನು ಈಗ ಮಲ್ಗ್ತೇನೆ. (So I'll sleep now.)
Me: No. ನಾನಂತೂ ನಿನಗೆ ಮಲ್ಗೋಕೆ ಬಿಡೋದಿಲ್ಲ. (No way.. I won't let you sleep. )
Divya: ಯಾಕೋ?(But why???)
Me: ನೀನು ಬೆಳಿಗ್ಗಿಂದ ನನಗೆ ತುಂಬಾ ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಟ್ಟಿದಿಯಾ. ಈಗ ನನ್ನ chance ಆಯ್ತಾ.. (The whole day you have irritated me a lot. Now its my chance Ok..)
Divya:(To Sindhura)ನೋಡು ಚಿನ್ನು ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಾನೆ. (Look at him yaar, He's disturbing me. He's not letting me sleep.)
Madhura:(To me) ಯಾಕೋ Divya ಗೆ ತೊಂದ್ರೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಿಯಾ? (Why are you disturbing her?)
Me: ನಿನಗೂ ತೊಂದರೆ ಕೊಡಬೇಕಾ? (Should I irritate you also???)
Madhura: ಬೇಡ ಬಿಡು. (No No. You carry on.)
Divya: Ok ನಾನು ಮಲ್ಗೊಲ್ಲ. (Ok I won't sleep.)
Me: ನೋಡೋಣ ತಾಳು.(Wait, lets see.)
Divya: (I won't sleep.)
Me: Ok (Ok Listen, You can't sleep, unless I sleep. If you sleep before me, I'll wake you.)
Divya:Ok Done.

I had hardly closed my eyes, By the time I opened it she was sleeping. So I woke her. This went on for 3-4 times. Then she received a call from her friend. She would talk for 5 mins and pass the phone to Sindhura, and then Sindhura would talk for 5mins and pass back the phone to Divya. And again Divya would pass the phone to Sindhura. This went on for minutes..
Then came Davangere. One of my favorite city in Karnataka. Had been to this place only once before, but I love this city. These girls were still passing the phone. Mostly the person at the other end might have been cracking some serious jokes. Divya would hold the phone, laugh, and pass the phone to Sindhura, and even she would do the same. And one more funny thing, when Divya would speak, Sindura would sleep, And when Sindura would speak, Divya would sleep. At some point, when Sindhura was speaking, the call ended.
Divya was in deep sleep. This time I didn't wake her. Because, she was sleeping on my arm. She was sleeping just like a child. And I didn't want to disturb a sleeping child. Instead I removed her glasses and kept it in my pocket. After a while,
I took out Divya's glasses from my pocket. Just saw through the glasses. Things were appearing so far that, it appeared as if the driver was sitting outside bus. I got scared and kept her glasses in my pocket again.

Within no time came Harihar and Ranebennur. We reached Ranebennur at 2pm. It was lunch break.

Conductor:(looking at us) ಎಲ್ಲಾರೂ ಇಳೀರಿ, ಊಟಕ್ಕ 15 ನಿಮಿಷ ನಿಂದ್ರತೇವ್ ನೋಡ್ರಿ. (Everybody get down, We'll stop here for 15 minutes.)

His eyes was speaking lot more than he really spoke. His eyes were saying that, This-time-if-you'll-don't-come-in-time-we-are-gonna-leave-you'll-and-move-ahead.

Madhura:(To me) ಬರ್ತಿಯೇನೋ? (Will you get down.)
Me: ಬರ್ತೇನೆ ತಾಳು. (Wait I'll come.)
Madhura: ಎಲ್ಲ bag ತಗೋ. ( Take all the bags.)
Divya: hand kerchief ಇಡು. ಇಲ್ಲ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಬೇರೆ ಯಾರಾದ್ರೂ ಕುಳ್ತಾರೆ. ( Keep your hand kerchief on the seats. Otherwise someone else might sit.)
Me: ಆಯ್ತಮ್ಮ, ನೀನು ಹೇಳಿದಹಾಗೇ ಆಗ್ಲಿ. (Ok madam, As you say.)

We got down. We looked around. We saw few standing buses. But we couldn't see the bus stand. The bus stand was as small as a first-aid-kit. And we had to have our lunch in the canteen which was in the bus-stand building. Looking at the surroundings I din't feel like having my lunch in that place, but still I followed them.

Madhura: ಎಲ್ಲಿ ತಿನ್ನೋಣ? ಇಲ್ಲೇ ತಿನ್ನೋಣ ಆಲ್ವಾ. ( Where shall we have our lunch? We'll have it here itself right.)
Divya: ಹೌದು ಇಲ್ಲೇ ತಿನ್ನೋಣ.( Ya, We'll have it here itself.)

Actually there was no other option.

Divya to Uday:(In konkani) ಹಂಗತ್ ಖಾವ್ಯಾಮರೆ??(We'll have our lunch here itself right?)
Uday: ಹೈ ಆನಿ ಬಾಇರ್ ಗೆಲಾರ್ ಬಸ್ ಚುಕ್ತಲೆ. ( ya, If we go out now, we'll surely miss the bus.)

Actually we had already wasted 5/15 minutes deciding where to have our lunch.

Then we headed towards the canteen. Looking at the canteen itself I came to know about the taste of that canteen food. I thought of staying out.

Madhura, Divya and Sindhura entered the canteen. When Uday was aboout to enter,

Me to Uday: ನೀವು ಹೋಗಿ ನಾನು ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ ಇರ್ತೇನೆ.(You'll have your lunch, I'll be waiting in the bus.)
Uday: ಯಾಕೆ? ನೀನು ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟ ಮಾಡಲ್ವಾ? ( Why? Won't you have your food here?)
Me: ಇಲ್ಲ. ನನ್ನ bag ಅಲ್ಲಿ cake pack ಇದೆ. ಅದನ್ನೇ ತಿನ್ತೇನೆ.(No, I have some cakes in my bag, I'll have it.)
Uday: Ok. your wish..

He was saying as if I was going to miss the-meals-of-my-life. Actually that meals-would-have-taken-my-life.;-)

I was having slices of cake when I received call from Madhura.

Madhura: ಎಲ್ಲಿದ್ದಿಯಾ? (Where are you?)
Me: ಬಸ್ಸಲ್ಲಿ (In the bus.)
Madhura: ಊಟ ಮಾಡಲ್ವಾ? (Won't you have your lunch? )
Me: ಮಾಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೇನೆ.(Ya, I'm having..)
Madhura: ಏನು ಊಟ ಮಾಡಿದೆ? ( What did you eat?)
Me: cake ತಿಂತಾ ಇದ್ದೇನೆ.(I'm Having cake.)
Madhura: Oh. ಅದು ಸಾಕಾ? (Oh.. Thats enough?)
Me: ಹು ಸಾಕು. (Ya. Thats enough.)
Madhura: ಮತ್ತೇನಾದ್ರೂ ತರಬೇಕಾ? (Should we get anything else?)
Me: ಬೇಡ ಬೇಡ.(No... Thanks..)
Madhura: Ok.

There are two types of people in this world.
1. People who eat-to-live.
2. People who live-to-eat.
I come under the second category.
And I'm not a child. I know what to eat, when to eat, how much to eat etc etc... I get frustrated and irritated when someone starts worrying about me and asks me back-kcab questions. All what I was saying to myself was, Dear Vishal, Please control yourself, You have already reached half-way of your journey. When you have tolerated your friends for a journey of nearly 300kms, why don't you control yourself for the next 250kms!?!?! All the best, Vishal..

After few minutes a strange thing happened. My friends reached the bus before the conductor. Divya was holding a carry-bag. I looked at the white-translucent-carry-bag.
I could see a 600ml Fanta PET bottle and a Kurkure pack.
This time all 3 girls sat on a seat and Uday sat with me behind their seat.
Me: ಯಾಕಲೇ Divya ಮುಂದೆ ಕುಳ್ತ್ಕೊಂಡೆ? (Why did you sit in front, Divya?)
Madhura: ನೀನು ಅವಳಿಗೆ ತೊಂದ್ರೆ ಕೊಡ್ತಿಯಂತೆ. (Seems you irritate her a lot. )
Me: ಹೌದಾ Divya? (Is it Divya?)
Divya: ನೀನು ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಮಲಗೋಕೆ ಬಿಡೋದಿಲ್ಲ. ನಾನು ಈಗ ಬಹಳ ಮಲಗಬೇಕು. (Now, I have to sleep a lot, and you'll disturb me if i sleep there.)

She was saying as if the doctor had advised her to sleep for 3hours after lunch.

Me: ಸರಿ ಅದು ಹೇಗೆ ಮಲಗ್ತಿಯೋ ನಾನೂ ನೋಡ್ತೇನೆ. (Ok. Let me see how you'll sleep.)

Me: By the way, ಆ canteenಅಲ್ಲಿ ಊಟ ಹೇಗಿತ್ತು? (By the way, How was the food in that canteen.?)
All: ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ( No, It was not good.)
Me: Hmmmm... As expected.

There's always some fun in adding insults-to-injuries....
Divya just started to lean her head on the quarter-sleeper seat. When we can call a pushback seat as a semi-sleeper-seat, why shouldn't we call a normal seat as a quarter-seater-seat. This is how new words are born...

Me: Divya ಮಲಗ್ಬೇದ್ವೆ. ( Don't sleep ya..)
Divya: ಯಾಕೋ? (But why??)

Actually, if she slept, spending time in that slow moving bus would be very difficult. We were no longer traveling on the Pune-Bangalore express road. Pune-Bangalore road was a 4-lane Highway. I couldn't understand what to call this road. A one-and-a-half lane highway? Beacuse, At at time, only a bus and a bike could pass that road. But it was a highway. A state highway.

Me: Chewing-gum ಬೇಕಾ? ( Want chewing-gum?)
Uday: ನನಗೆ ಒಂದು ಕೊಡು. (Give me one.)
Divya: ನನಗೂ ಕೊಡೋ. (Even I want a chewing gum)

I knew that she would ask for the gum, Thats why I'd offered it. Because, once she started chewing it she would forget her sleep. And the same thing happened. My plan worked...

Whithin few minutes Sindhura opened the Fanta bottle. She offered me, without any hesitation I said, NO.

I refused because, I was chewing the gum. Actually even Uday and Divya were chewing, but as soon as they saw the fanta bottle open, they spit it out of the window. Everyone except me had few pegs/sips of fanta. Again they offered me. But Attitude first, again I said no. Within seconds, they crushed the fanta bottle and threw it out of the window.

Next they opened a kurkure pack. This time, before they offered me, I put my hand into that pack. Otherwise, I would have seen this pack too flying out of the window.

When we had first entered the bus in Bangalore, It was an express-bus which was supposed to move on a 4-lane highway, and was supposed to stop only in big towns. But now, it was no longer an express bus. It was stopping in every small village. With people getting in-and-out every-time the bus stopped, I was feeling as if I was visiting villagers' houses asking them to elect me in the-gram-panchayat-elections. Every 5 minutes I could see new faces in our bus. And the road, there were pot-holes, man-holes, lunar-craters and many other things on the road. Sitting on the last seat it would jump so badly that I would get the feeling that I'm jumping on a spring board. (just like in mario-computer-game). But later i got adjusted to that, Because i started getting the feeling of horse-ride.

No matter it jumps or shakes or quakes, Divya, Madhura and Sindhura were busy playing anthakshari. And Uday, he was sleeping on the long-last-seat of the bus. After few minutes of sleep, he came and sat with me.

Uday: ನಿದ್ರೆ ಆಯಿತು (Ah. I finished my sleep.)
Me: ಹಿಂದೆ ಮಲ್ಗಿದ್ಯಾ? (Were you sleeping on the last seat?)

Well, I knew that he was sleeping on the last seat. But what else could i ask him?

Uday: ಹೌದು. score ಏನಾಯ್ತು? (Ya.. By the way, whats the score.)
Me:Its stumps on day one, India scored 300odd runs, Sehwag got out after scoring a century, Dravid is batting on 70odd runs along with Sachin.
Uday: Hmmm... good score...

Thats India. No matter where you are, what you are doing, Indian boys are always attached to cricket.

Divya turned back,

Divya to Me: ನಿನ್ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ Aisha film ಹಾಡು ಇದೆಯಾ? ( Do you have Aisha film songs in your cellphone?)
Me:ಇಲ್ಲ.(No..)
Divya to Uday:(In Konkani) ತುಗೆಲೇ ಮೊಬೈಲಾತ್ ಅಸ್ಸಾ? (Do you have it in your cell?)
Uday nodded his head.
Uday:(In konkani) ಕಂಚೆ ಜಾಯ್? (Which song do you want?)
Divya: Gal Mitthi mitthi bol..
Uday: ಅಸ್ಸಾ.(yes.. I have..)
Divya: ಹ್ಯಾಂಗ್ ಮೊಬೈಲ್ ದಿ. (Give me your cell.)

Uday had just removed the cellphone from his pocket, Divya snatched it from him. Just like how cellphones are seized in colleges..
Within seconds she started playing the song in the loudest possible voice/noise.

Sindhura: Hey, ನನಗೆ ಆ song forward ಮಾಡು. ಅದು ನನ್ನ favourite song. (Hey, Forward that song to my cell. Its my favourite song.)
Divya: Ok Chinnu.

I couldn't understand one thing, If it was her favourite song, why she wasn't having it in her cell???

Sindhura took out her Pink-Metallic-slide phone and turned on the Bluetooth.

One serious question in my mind was Why girls like pink?
Even my sister has some pink dresses.
I remember once my friend Vigneshwar had brought his sister's pink bicycle to our tuition classes.
Once when I'd been to a shopping mall, I'd seen few Pink-framed-cooling-glasses which were for sale.
And even Walt Disney's Minnie Mouse, It wears a pink Bow like scarf on its head.
So the conclusion is its not only girls, but all female animals including mice like pink.

Divya played that song more than 5 times. And after Sindhura received it in her cell, even she started playing it. Even the music director of that song might not have heard that song as much as I did in the past 30mins.

After playing it for another 15mins, Divya returned Uday's cellphone. Lucky Uday, by the way Divya had taken his cellphone from him, I had the feeling that she would never return it to him.

We were about 15odd kms from Sirsi, when it started chilling. i could see the clouds gathering. Uday started entertaining us with some Kannada film dialogues. Dialogues from MungaruMale, Pancharangi and all.. Actually it was not his dialogues which was entertaining us, but it was his Kannada. People from Karwar are very bad at Kannada. I remember once room mate from Karwar saying,
[ನಾನು ಅವ್ನ ಜೊತೆ ಇಲ್ಲಿ ಆಡ್ತಾ ಇದ್ದೆ. ಅವ್ನು ಇಲ್ಲೇ cot ಕೆಳಗೆ ಹೋದ. ಎಲ್ಲಿ ಹೋದ ಗೊತ್ತಾಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಇನ್ನು ಬರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ.( I was playing with him here. He went somewhere under the cot. He hasn't come yet. Don't know where he went.)
I was wondering what he was talking about.
(after sometime)
ಬಂದ ಬಂದ(He came back)
When I saw down to see who came back, It was a tennis ball.]

Well, Uday was not that bad in Kannada.

Sindhura: ನನಗೆ ಹಸಿವಾಗ್ತಾ ಇದೆ. (I'm hungry.)

Conductor heard her saying that,

Conductor: ಈ ಬಾಳೇಕಾಯಿ ತಿನ್ನಿ. (Eat these raw bananas.)

A passenger had kept some raw bananas near our seat.

As soon as the conductor said that we all laughed, or else i guess Sindhura would have eaten the raw bananas also.

I started talking to the conductor.

Me: ನೀವು ಉತ್ತರ ಕರ್ನಾಟಕದವ್ರಾ? (Are you from North Karnataka?)

Actually he need not answer that question, Everyone could makeout that he was from North Karnataka.

Conductor: ಹೌದ್ರಿ. ನಮ್ಮ ಊರು ಗದಗ್ ರೀ. (Ya, I'm from Gadag.)
Me: ಗದಗ್ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಎಲ್ಲಿ? ಗಜೇಂದ್ರಘಡ ಆ? (Where in Gadag? Near Gajebdraghad?)
Conductor: ಹೌದ್ರಿ, ಗಜೇಂದ್ರಘಡದ ಪಕ್ಕದ ಊರು. ನಿಮಗ ಹೆಂಗ ಗೊತ್ತಾತ್ರಿ? (Ya, The village next to Gajendraghad. But how do you know that place?)
Me: ನಿಮ್ಮನ್ನ ನೋಡಿ ಗೊತ್ತಾಯ್ತು? (By looking at you I could make out.)

The contuductor's face bloomed as a red rose.
In fact I'd wildly guessed Gajendraghad. It was the only place I knew In Gadag.

Me: ನಾಳೆ ರಜೆನಾ?(So tomorrow you have holiday?)
Conductor: ಇಲ್ಲ್ರಿ, ನಾಳೆ ಶೂಟಿ ಇಲ್ಲ್ರಿ. ಮುಂಜಾನೆ ವಾಪಸ್ ಬೆಂಗಳೂರಿಗ ಹೋಗಬೇಕ್ರಿ. (No, Tomorrow morning we should leave back to Bangalore.)

Then I spoke to him about KSRTC and their bus routes. Buy the time we finished speaking, We had reached Sirsi. And It had started drizzling. On the other side, Divya had started forcing Sindhura to come until Karwar.

Divya: Hey, ಸಿಂಧಿ ಇವತ್ತು ನಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗೆ ಬಾ. ನಾಳೆ ಸಾಗರ್ ಮುಂಜಾನೆ ನಿಮ್ಮ ಮನೆಗೆ ಹೋಗು.(Hey Sindhi, stay in our home today, Tomorrow morning you can catch Sagar bus from there.)
Sindhura: ಇಲ್ಲ. ನಾನು ಇಲ್ಲಿಂದ ಹೋಗ್ತೇನೆ.(No, I'll go from here itself.)
Divya: ಬಸ್ ಸಿಗತ್ತಾ? (Will you get the bus?)
Sindhura: ಹೌದು. Every 5mins ಇದೆ. (Ya, Every 5mins there is a bus.)

We reached Sirsi Bus stand and Sindhura got down. Even Uday and Divya got down after her as if even they were going to Sagar with her. I was about to get down, Madhura came out of her seat. I think she knew that I wanted to get down, So before me she moved to the foot-board,

Madhura: ಕೆಳಗೆ ಇಳಿತಿಯಾ? (Will you get down?)

I had no other option than staying in the bus.

Me: Ahhh... ಇಲ್ಲ.. (Ahhhh... No..)
Madhura: ಇಲ್ಲ, ಇಳಿಯೋದಿದ್ರೆ ಇಳಿ. (No, If you wish you can get down.. )

I just said no because she wanted to wave hand at Sindhura.

The driver got back into his seat. My friends were late again. I was peeping out of the window looking for them. The conductor looked at me. I didn't say anything neither did he. I peeped out again, I saw Madhura and Uday coming with a plastic tea cup towards the bus. Finally everyone came back. Sindhura was standing out. She was waiting for her bus.

We waved our hand at her as the bus moved..

Me to Madhura: Window-seat ಬೇಕಾ? (Do you want window seat?)
Madhura: ಬೇಡ. ದಿವ್ಯ ಜೊತೆ ಕುಳ್ತ್ಹಿನಿ. (No i'll sit with Divya.)
Me: Ok..

As soon as the bus passed Sirsi city, It started raining. It started raining so heavily that even the roads were partially visible. I close the window-glass.. But somehow water was entering in and my clothes were getting wet. I picked up my bag which I'd kept on the wooden base of the bus, and moved a seat away from the window seat. Even my feet was getting wet. I was getting the feeling that a river is flowing in our bus and I'm about to drown in that river.

A passenger came to me. I was wondering if he wouldn't ask me to shift to the window seat.

to be continued..

ಎಲ್ಲ ಕನ್ನಡಿಗರಿಗೆ ಹಾಗು ಕನ್ನಡ ಅಭಿಮಾನಿಗಳಿಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ರಾಜ್ಯೋತ್ಸವದ ಶುಭಾಶಯಗಳು.

2010-11-01T10:27:00.000+05:30

ಗೆಳೆಯರೇ, ಇವತ್ತು ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುತ್ತ ಇದ್ದೇನೆ. ನಾನು ಈ ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳಲ್ಲಿ ಇರುವ ಕನ್ನಡದಲ್ಲಿ ಬರೆಯುದಿಲ್ಲ. ಆಡುಭಾಷೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಬರಿತೇನೆ. ಬರೆಯುವಾಗ ಅದು ಎಷ್ಟು ತಪ್ಪು ಮಾಡ್ತೇನೋ ಗೊತ್ತಿಲ್ಲ. ಯಾಕಂದ್ರೆ ನಾನು ಕಲಿತಿದ್ದು ಕ್ರೈಸ್ತ ಸಂಸ್ತೆಯಲ್ಲಿ. ಕ್ರೈಸ್ತ ಸಂಸ್ತೆ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಅದು ಒಂದ್ತರ ಕನ್ನಡದ ಮರುಭೂಮಿ ಇದ್ದಹಾಗೆ. ಎಂತಹ ದುರಂತ, ಎಂತಹ ವಿಪರಿಯಾಸ ಅಂದ್ರೆ ಕನ್ನಡದ spelling ಕೇಳುವವರವರು. ನನ್ನ ಮಾತೃಭಾಷೆ ಕನ್ನಡ, ಅದಕ್ಕೆ ನನಗೆ ಅಲ್ಲಿ ಅಷ್ಟು ತೊಂದರೆ ಆಗ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ.

ನಾನು ನನ್ನ ಪ್ರೌಡಶಾಲೆಗಾಗಿ ಆ ಕ್ರೈಸ್ತ ಸಂಸ್ತೆ ಬಿಟ್ಟು ಬೇರೆ ಶಾಲೆ ಸೇರಬೇಕಾಯ್ತು, ಪ್ರೌಡಶಾಲೆಯಲ್ಲಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ನನ್ನ ತೃತೀಯ ಭಾಷೆ. ಇಲ್ಲಿ ನಮಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಪಾಠ ಮಾಡಿದವರು ಅದೃಶಪ್ಪ ವಂಟಿಗಿಟ್ಟಿ. ನಾವು ಅವರಿಗೆ ಗುಟ್ಟಿ ಅಂಥ ಹೆಸರಿಟ್ಟಿದ್ವಿ. ನಮ್ಮ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕರ ಬಗ್ಗೆ ನಾವು ಹಾಗೆ ಹೇಳಬಾರದು, ಆದರು ನಿಜ ಹೇಳ್ಬೇಕಂದ್ರೆ ನನ್ನಲ್ಲಿ ಇರೋ ಅಲ್ಪ-ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಕನ್ನಡವನ್ನ ಅದೃಶ್ಯ ಮಾಡಿದವರು ಅವರೇ. ಅವರ ಪರೀಕ್ಷೆಯನ್ನ ನನಗೆ ೯/೨೫ ಅಂಕಗಳು ಬರ್ತಿದ್ವು. ಇವರು ವೇಗವಾಗಿ ಪ್ರಶ್ನೆ-ಉತ್ತರಗಳನ್ನ ಬರಿಸ್ತಿದ್ರು, ನನಗೆ ಅಷ್ಟು ವೇಗವಾಗಿ ಬರಿಯೋಕೆ ಆಗ್ತಿರ್ಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಉದಾಹರಣೆ ನೋಡಿ, "ಸಿಂಹದ ಗುಹೆ" ಬರೆಯಲು "ಸಂಹದ ಗುಹೆ" ಅಂಥ ಬರೆದವನು ನಾನು. ನಂತರ ನಮಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಹೇಳ್ಕೊಟ್ಟವರು S.M.ಹೆಗ್ಡೆsir. ಈ ಶಿಕ್ಷಕರಂದ್ರೆ ಇಡೀ ಶಾಲೆಗೇ ಗೌರವ. ತುಂಬಾ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿ ಪಾಠ ಮಾಡ್ತಿದ್ರು. ಇವರಿಂದಾಗಿ ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸ್ವಲ್ಪ ಸುದಾರಣೆ ಕಾಣಲಾರಂಭಿರಿಸಿತು. ನಮ್ಮ ತಂದೆ ಕೂಡ ನನಗೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಹೇಳ್ಕೊಟ್ರು. ನಮ್ಮ ತಂದೆ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸ್ನಾತಕೋತ್ತರ ಪದವಿದರರು. ಆದ್ರೆ ಅದೇನೋ "ಹಿತ್ತಲ ಗಿಡ ಮಧ್ಧಲ್ಲ" ಅಂತಾರಲ್ಲ, ನನಗೆ ಅವರಿಗಿಂತ ನಮ್ಮ S.M.ಹೆಗ್ಡೆsir ಪಾಠ ಇಷ್ಟ.

ಪದವಿ-ಪೂರ್ವ ಕಾಲೇಜಿನಲ್ಲಿ ನಾನು ಕನ್ನಡ ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಮಾಡಿರಲಿಲ್ಲ. ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತ ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಮಾಡಿದ್ದೆ. ಸಂಸ್ಕೃತ ಆಯ್ಕೆ ಮಾಡಿದ್ರೂ ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡ ಬಹಳ ಸುದಾರಣೆ ಕಂಡಿತು. ಕನ್ನಡ ದಿನಪತ್ರಿಕೆ ಓದಲು ಆರಂಭಿಸಿದೆ. ಪುಸ್ತಕಗಳನ್ನ ಓದಿದೆ. ಕವನಗಳನ್ನ ಓದಿದೆ. ಯಾವುದೇ ಕನ್ನಡ ಚಲನಚಿತ್ರ ಹಾಡನ್ನ ಕೇಳಿದ್ರೆ ಅದರ ಒಳಾರ್ಥವನ್ನ ತಿಳಿಯಲಾರಂಭಿಸಿದೆ. ಅದರಿಂದಾಗಿ ಕನ್ನಡ ಸಾಹಿತ್ಯ ಜ್ಞಾನ ಬೆಳೆಯಿತು.

ನೋಡಿ ಈಗ ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡ ಹೀಗಿದೆ. ನನ್ನ ಕನ್ನಡ ಚೆನ್ನಾಗಿಲ್ಲ ಅನ್ಸಿದ್ರೆ, ಇಗಲೇ ಹೀಗೆ, ಹಿಂದೆ ಹೇಗೋ ಅಂಥ ಯೋಚಿಸಿ.

When I fooled my friend..

2010-10-25T23:56:00.000+05:30

Hi friends.. I'm back.. After a long time. Today let me tell you'll how i fooled my friend Abdul.

I had two SIM cards. One vodafone, and another airtel. Some of my friends didn't had my airtel number. One of them was our Abdul. Actually i didn't know that he didn't have my number. I hadn't spoken to him since a long time, so I'd called him.

Me: Hello.. Abdul???
Abdul: Hello.. May i know who is this??(in tamil)
Me: I'm the CEO of the company in which you are doing your project.(in a harsh voice)..
Abdul: Sir.. Sir..(politely)
Me: Abdul, Why didn't you come to the office today, don't you want to complete your engineering project? (my voice was getting harsher and harsher)
Abdul: Sir, I'd informed you yesterday itself sir. One of my partners has exam today.
Me: Why? you don't have the exam? you skipped the exam.?(Don't know what was going on in my mind, i was asking some stupid questions and he was answering as if he is facing an interview)
Abdul: No sir, Its Their back-paper of previous semester.
Me: Oh, so you don't have any backlogs???
Abdul: No sir.
Me: Good. Then Abdul, what is your opinion about our company?
Abdul: Sir, Its a good company sir.
Me: Will you work for our company?
Abdul: Sir..????(I could realize his excitement)
Me: Willl youuu workk forr ourrr companyyyy....?????
Abdul: Yes sir..
Me: So what salary are you expecting Abdul?
Abdul: Anything above 10k per month sir..
Me: Pardon..
Abdul: 10k sir..
Me: Sorry I can not hear you. You need above 15k???
Abdul: Anything above 10k is okay sir.
Me: We are ready to pay you 20k per month.. shall we finalize the deal..
Abdul: Yes sir, i'll meet you tomorrow in the office sir..
Me: Congratulations Abdul..

Finally i thought i should end it.. And told him that it wasn't from any office.

Well that one of my Tarle stories. next time i'll be back with a new story until then, bye...

When our college caught fire.

2010-08-21T22:31:00.002+05:30

Hello readers. Did you’ll know, once our college caught fire. Ya fire , our college was burning. Let me tell you’ll that story.

It was a rainy day in Bangalore. It was 7:30 in the evening. It was raining heavily. Heavy thunderstorms. Well everyone can guess my next line, What next after thunderstorm? Yes, power-cut. I was sitting in our room with my room-mates Shivaraj and Punith. A candle was lit and kept on Punith’s table. We were worried about our dinner, because we had to go out to any hotel in that heavy rain. Someone knocked the door.
Shiva: Yes, who’s that?
The one who knocked: Arrey, open the door..
Me: hey, Its Bharath, Our senior. Just watch what I’ll do now, you’ll just cooperate me.
I could see my room-mates nodding their head. Shiva opened the door.
Shiva: Hey Bharath, whats up???
Bharath: Nothing much, what were you’ll doing?
Me: Nothing yaar, thinking what next? Life’s got messed up.
Bharath: why dude? Whats the problem? Anything serious?
Me: (in a soft voice) what to say? My life’s gone.
Bharath: tell me clearly.
Me: (in the softest possible voice) Our college caught fire.
I Could see Shivaraj and Punith trying to control their laugh. And I could also see change of expression in Bharath’s face.
Bharath: how? How did this happen?
Me: Didn’t you hear a loud thunder?
Bharath: yes, I did hear.
Shiva: That lighting struck our college and our college caught fire. Now our college is burning.
Me: nothing’s left in the office room and princi chamber. everything got burnt. Our college is so far that even fire engines couldn’t reach there in time.
Bharath: Oh my God!!
Punith: you know the worst part? All our documents also got burnt. Everything, our 10th marks card, 12th marks card and even our engineering marks cards got burnt.
Bharath: Ohhhhhhhhhh… (I couldn’t control myself. Was feeling like laughing out loudly)
Bharath: how did you’ll come to know about it.
Me: my friend Kopresh told. First I didn’t believe him. Then Mahalinga confirmed the news. He stays in Byrohalli. (Our college is in Byrohalli). Will tune FM radio now. We might get some news.
Bharath: ya tune. I’ll tell my friends.
Me: ok.
Bharath went out to make a call. We laughed loudly at him when he went out. . He came back after a while.
Bharath: Hey none of my friends knew about this incident. I told everyone now.
First Punith started laughing at him. Then Shivaraj laughed. I could not control myself. Even I laughed.
Bharath: Why are you’ll laughing?
We told him the truth. He stared at us with anger. But he smiled and left our room. By then it had stopped raining and we went out to have food.
Well that was the story. Hope you’ll liked. Once again I’m still learning to write. Please leave your comments and help me to improve my writing.
Will be back with new tarle story next time. Until then, BYE….

man v/s wild. sagar hostel version.

2010-08-06T16:40:00.000+05:30

My experience of kerala trip - 5

2010-08-06T15:33:00.000+05:30

Hello readers.
I’m back with the last episode of ‘My Experience of Kerala trip'.

24th March,

I woke up when I heard someone knocking the door. And as soon as Chandan opened the door, Motor-mouth -Jayanthi started scolding. She was us scolding non-stop, For sleeping longer.. ZZZzzzzzzz.. To be short, “Rather buy a Vuvuzela music CD than get scoldings from Jayanthi.” She was scolding because she was curious of playing in the beach.
We were told not to bath, we got ready and went to the beach. The beach wasn’t as beautiful as our Karwar beach. Within no time everyone started playing in sea. I didn’t step in water. Because I’d promised my dad. Girish was standing on the shore with me. Everyone was enjoying in water. For me watching them itself was an enjoyment. Girish couldn’t control himself. He too joined them. Within few minutes Karthik came out saying ‘The water is salty’.
Everyone came out of water one-by-one. Some were digging sand on the shore. We buried Kiran there, keeping only his head out. Local people started gathering there. Kiran came out and we buried Chandan. Shaped it as a mermaid. ;-). More and more people were gathering. Again everyone stepped into water. Kiran lost his glasses in the sea. Afer playing for an hour, we had to go back to our room. Everyone except me and kiran had to walk. We had our bath and packed our bags.
We left the lodge at 10:30. We were in search of hotel to have breakfast. There were no good hotels. We stopped for breakfast after travelling for about 30kms. We milkshake and puffs in a bakery. That was our breakfast.
I was sitting with Kusuma in the last seat and we were making fun of Abdul. Abdul was cutting jokes. Actually he was telling about his past life and it was sounding as joke;-).
Then we went to a lake. Everyone went for pedal-boating. I stayed in bus with kiran. He was not as before. After losing his glasses he was very silent.
Then we went to a beautiful waterfalls in Waynad district. Our action hero Abdul had begun his new stunt. He had started climbing the rocks of the water falls. Girish scolded him. Whenever abdul would go home late, his Mom would call me and ask about him. So I had a responsibility on my shoulders. I too scolded him. He came back.
The funniest thing was when Pooja and Chandan slipped into the water. Luckily the water wasn’t deep.
We were already late. We left to Yedakal. It was our main place of the day. We reached there at 5pm. The gate was closed, and we were bit disappointed.
We left yedakal and started playing in the bus. On the way, in Bandipur we saw few elephants. As soon as we reached Gundlupet I started messaging my friends, because we had entered Karnataka and messages weren’t getting charged.;-). My cell phone battery was draining. We reached Mysore at 8 and had our dinner there.
We reached Kengeri at 12:30. I had to get down. Everyone including bus driver and cleaner were waving hands, saying bye.;-) even I was waving back. End of a memorable trip. It helped me to know our friends better.

Well that was our Kerala Trip. Shared it with you’ll. Miss you’ll friends.

Now this is why i'm tarle-vishal

2010-08-06T11:32:00.000+05:30

Wrong Number

2010-07-27T10:45:00.000+05:30

Hello readers. You all might be having cell phones. Of course these days its very important. You receive calls, you make calls, you send SMS, and you receive SMS, browse and do what not. You stay in touch with everyone. There’s no doubt, cell phone is very useful.
So you’ll might have received wrong numbers also. But have you ever received wrong number asking for yourself????

Well, I keep on receiving such calls. I get calls asking for Vishal from unknown people.
3-4 months back I received a call from an unknown number. It was a lady.

Lady: Hello!!
Me: Hello.
Lady: Vishal, when are you coming? Where are you?
I was totally confused.
Me: Hello, may I know who this is??
Lady: It’s Vishal right??!!
Me: Ya.
Lady: Hey, it’s me Sunanda yaar.. Come as soon as possible.
I couldn’t understand what was going on. I knew one Sunanda. Sunanda Madival, the one who worked in our Gas agency. But she didn’t know English. But she was trained to speak a few lines in English. So I thought it was Sunanda Madival.
Me: Ha, tell.
Lady: When are you coming?
Me: By the end of this month….. ( I was supposed to go to Karwar by the end of that month)
Lady: Are you joking. Look Vishal come here by today evening..
Me: Ha ha, nice joke ha..
Lady: Vishal, stop kidding.
I realized that it wasn’t a trained English.
Me: Hello, who’s this???
Lady: its Vishal right? Wipro Vishal??
Me: ya I’m vishal. But not wipro vishal.
Lady: sorry sir, wrong number.
How can this happen? How can she dial a wrong number to another Vishal? Strange…

After about 2months received another call. This time from another number.
Me: Hello.
Man: Hello Vishal.
Me: Ya, who’s this???
Man: It’s me naveen yaar. How was your day at office??
Me: Naveen?? Office??
Man: Naveen B.S. yaar.
I don’t know any Naveen and any office. I get frustrated when I get calls or messages from unknown numbers.
Me: I don’t know any Naveen and about which office are you talking about??
Man: It’s vishal from Wipro right?
Me: No, but who is that Vishal from Wipro? I’m vishal but not Vishal from Wipro. Tell me who that Vishal is.
Man: sorry sir, wrong number.
Me: hello, please tell me who’s that vishal from Wipro? How did you get my number? Please tell me.
He disconnected the call……….

After few days again I received call asking for same ‘Wipro vishal’. Seems it was Suresh who had called.
Yesterday again I received a wrong call. From Pawan. Pawan from Airtel. But again asking for the same Vishal from Wipro.
Arrey who’s that Wipro Vishal? Why am I getting his call? What’s his number? How did they get my number? Still finding answers to these questions.

My days in hostel

2010-07-17T00:35:00.000+05:30

Hello readers.

I don't know how many of you'll have stayed in hostel. For all who haven't stayed in hostel, I think I should share my experience.

I had selected Engineering in Bangalore's GSSIT. So I'd to leave my hometown. Our tenant in Karwar, Govind was studying in the same college. So he had booked a room for me in the same hostel.
It was Sept 11 2006, when the classes began. But I first went to hostel on 12th, a day later. Its not exactly a hostel. It’s a PG. Only accommodation. No food facilities. Had to go out to hotel for food.
I met the PG owner Mr.Kabaadi. Full Name. Mr P.G.Kabaadi. Verry funny, His initials are P.G. and he owns PG. Govind came and told us that he had a room for me. I was happy. He took us to a room. It was a 2-bed room.
Readers, what are the minimum requirements to call an area as a room???
Yes it should be spacious.
But something that’s not spacious can also be called as a room.
Yes a room should have 4-strong walls with a window and a door.

But that room neither had 4 walls nor a window. And the door, a sliding door. Actually for the first time I mistook it as a window. It had only 1 stong wall rest of the walls were made if aluminium and light-weighed ply-wood.( I hope you’ll can imagine it). It was dark inside. Kabaadi came to us, switched on the light and said, Its-a-beautiful-spacious-room. The room was neither beautiful nor spacious. It was not a room also.;-). And more over all kabaadi told that Govind would be my room mate. This was what I didn’t want. I didn’t want our tenant to be my room mate. Anyway I got a reason to reject the room.
Then the warden-cum-watchman, Ram Singh, a nepali, took me to another building. It was a 3-bed-room. It was a decent room. 4-strong walls, a big cupboard, 2 windows and a strong wooden door. I selected that room. A cot was empty and I kept my bag on it. Ram Singh told that my room mates were from RVCE. They weren’t in room. So I locked the room and went out.
It was nearly 7.30pm when I entered the room. A boy was sleeping on one of those cots. I took his book which was kept on his table to know his name. His name was Milind. I thought of waking him and introduce myself to him so that he doesn’t think that some thief has entered the room.
Me: Milind… Milind…
He doesn’t react.
Me: (again) Milind…. (slowly I went close to him, kept hand on his shoulder) milind………
Milind: ummmm?????
Me: Hi, I’m Vishal. Your new room mate.
Milind: What should I do???
I was shocked. Didn’t expect that reply from him.
Sat in my bed. After a while, Milind woke up. He apologized for what he did. Then he told me that his temper would rise if anyone disturbed his sleep. Then came my another room mate, suresh. Suresh and milind were school mates. Both were familiar with hostel life. I spoke to me nicely. I didn’t wanted to spend much time with them, 1st day itself.

Well that was a memorable day. Even after 4 years I remember everything clearly.
Will post some more sweet memories some day. Till then have a great day. Bye;-)
Vishal

When my cell was seized, our principal called me a terrorist.

2010-07-08T15:24:00.001+05:30

Hello readers. They say Records are meant to be broken. But we say rules are meant to be broken. We all break some or the other rules. It might be traffic rules, college rules or hostel rules. For breaking the college rules once I was called a terrorist by our principal, Dr. Govindaraju. Ya, I was called a terrorist at college. I was also told that I should be hanged. In this post I’ll tell you’ll the story why I was called a terrorist and why I should be hanged. How did I break the rules? Read it...
I remember it was 8th of November 2008. I was in 5th semester of my engineering. I was giving my D.S.P. lab internals. Actually the internals was conducted a week ago. Since I’d been to my native, I was not able to give the test and the test was rescheduled for me with others who were absent on that day. Our lab-in charge Kesthara ma’am asked us to leave our bag outside the lab. We always keep our bags outside the class. The test began and I got an easy experiment. I finished typing and was about to execute the program, when two peons, Suresh and Chandru entered the lab. They said “checking… checking…”. They had come with Mr. Sharrif our college clerk, and our college physical trainer, whom we call as PT Thaata. They had come for checking of cell phones. And I had cell phone in my bag. They asked us to give our bags and co-operate in checking. I’d no other way; I had to give my bag. And PT Thaata found my cellphone in my bag. He seized it…..
I didn’t understand what to do. Follow PT Thaata or complete my internals. I asked Sunil Sindhey sir, he told to go, but I completed the exam and went out. I didn’t know where to go. I went downstairs, to AC lab. My friends where practicing the experiments there. Abdul told me that even Karthik and Vinutha’s cell phones were seized. Was bit relaxed to know that I’d partners in crime. Also came to know that my phone was taken to the Princy’s chamber. I went there. I got the information from clerk Manjula that all the seized cell phones were on princy’s table and told me to get into the chamber. I entered princy’s chamber for the 1st time and that too for a wrong reason.
I entered. First thing I saw on the table was my nokia6600 handset. Then I saw Karthik, Vinutha standing in front of the principal. Even Soujanya, Menaka and couple of juniors were there. Princy was firing everyone. I’d folded my hands, my head was down, with a sad face. In short I was acting to e innocent. I was not standing with my friends. I was standing separately. Princy looked at me, he didn’t know that I’d gone there for my cell phone.

Princy: Yes? (Politely).

Me: Sir… Sir, My cell phone……

Princy: yes, where’s your cell phone? (Angrily).

I pointed at my cell phone and got back to my innocent look.

Princy: oh, even your phone is seized?

Me: yes sir.

Princy: Ayyogyana tandu (useless fellow in Kannada). Why do you people come to college? Its better if you’ll look after the cattle in some village.

I looked at my friends, Karthik, Vinutha, Menaka and Soujanya wanted to laugh at me. But couldn’t...

Me: sir, I was not using the cell phone sir. It was in my bag.

Princy: I don’t want explanation. And all get out of my chamber, I’m sending these cell phones to the university.

All together: sorry sir……

Princy: there’s no matter of asking sorry. And please get out..

A junior girl started crying.

Princy: yes, you don’t cry. I’m helpless. Please go out and send the clerk.

One by one we slowly went out. And sent Manjula in. She come out after a minute. She started to scare us by saying that our phone will be sent to university. The clerks in GSSIT are good for scaring. They need not say any scary things to scare us. By looking at them itself we’ll get scared….
After 5 mins, PT Thaata got into the chamber. don’t know what he spoke there. As soon as he came out, he stared to note our names and USN. We realized that we were in serious trouble. Again we went to manjula saying that we wanted to meet the princy. She asked princy’s permission and told us to get in. I was pushing karthik to get in first and he was pushing me. Vinutha, menaka and soujanya were standing behind us and they were pushing both of us to get in. So both entered.
This time our phones weren’t on the table. I guessed it was kept in cupboard. I was standing right infront of the princy.

Me: sorry sir. We won’t repeat it again.

Karthik: yes sir we’ll never repeat it. We’re sorry.

Other s also apologized.

Princy: (with a smile on his face) You see, again and again I’m telling you. I can’t help you.

Me: sir.. sorry sirrrrrrrrrrrr………

Princy: Do you have any idea what you have done? You are cheated the university. When the the university says not the bring cell phones to college, why do you bring it? You, know you’ll are terrorists. You’ll are ragging the university and ragging is a non-bailable offense. So you’ll should be hanged. .

We wanted to laugh but couldn’t….

Princy: tomorrow you’ll should come with your parents and you’ll will have to pay the fine. Then the management will decide about you. No go to your classes.

Slowly everyone went.

I was ready to pay the fine the fine but didn’t wanted my parents to know what had happened. So after all went out I again asked the princy,

Me: sir I’m a hostel student. Due to security reasons I can’t keep my cellphone in the hostel. So I’d brought it to the class. I never took it out of my bag.

Princy: look I don’t want any explainations. You are coming with your parents tomorrow.

Me: sir, but how can I? I stay in hostel. My parents stay in our native. 600kms away from here. How can they come here?

Princy: if you want your phone, they have to come here tomorrow.

I cursed myself for speaking to him individually and came out. But we did’t go to class. We were standing outside the office room. Then manjula came to us and said us to write an apology letter. A and karthik wrote it thinking that we were going to get our cellphones. Vinutha, soujanya and menaka also wrote. I think I’d written the biggest apology letter ever. My apology letter was of two and a half pages.;-).
We wanted to give the letter to the princy. So we went to manjula. She said that he is having his lunch. We went again after half an hour, she said that he is having rest. We went for the third time, she said that he’s having fruits.
Then at 3.30pm again we went to her. The princy called us. We gave him our apology letters. He collected all the letters and gave it to manjula. And told her to file it.

Princy: your names are now backlisted. If we send it to the university you’ll wont get your degree certificates.

All together: sorry sir we won’t repeat it again.

Princy: ok, tomorrow come with your parents, pay the fine and take your phones back.

Finally we were going to get our cell phones back.

Me: sir what should I do? How to call my parents?

Even Menaka, Vinutha and Soujanya were with same doubt. Actually Vinutha had planned to say that her dad was out of station.

Princy: you’ll get a letter from your parents.

Me: sir, it will take 2-3days to get the letter. Call I ask my parents to call you?

Princy: No, take your phone after 2-3days. No calling business. We know how tricky you are. You’ll might ask your friends to call saying that its your father….. you do one thing. You tell your father to send a fax.

We agreed and came out of his chamber. So, it was me, menaka, soujanya and vinutha who had to get the fax. Karthik had to call his father. Actually even vinutha had to call but she’d told that her dad has gone to Tumkur.
I came back to our hostel. Decided not to hide anything , so told my parents all that had happened that day. That told that he’ll send a fax. I felt bad because this was the first time I made my parents ask sorry.

Next day soon after theclass I and Karthik went to the officeroom. I asked Madhu(another clerk) whether there was any Fax? He said yes there was one but cannot identify who has sent it. I asked him to show it. There was nothing on the paper. Could see only couple of dotted lines. I juat took it and went to princy’s chamber.
Princy: yes?

Me: sir, I got the fax.

Princy: yes give it.

I gave.

Princy: yenri Idu???(What is this?) There’s nothing on it.
Me: sir my father sent it, but the fax machine in our college has no ink to print the text. This was what I got here. You can ask the clerk sir.

Princy: ok. You pay the fine and take you cell phone.
I came out of his chamber happily.

Meanwhile manjula was speaking in a phone call. Karthik’s friend had called saying that it was his dad. He asked manjula to divert the call to the princy. Manjula asked princy. He told not to divert and to give away the cell phones.
As soon as we got our cell phones , we saw Vinutha coming with her mom. They went to princy’s chamber and brought back the cell. Even soujanya and menaka got their cell phones back saying that the fax machine isn’t working.
Then I called home saying that I got the phone back. Was surprised to hear that my dad had not faxed the letter. Felt happy that I didn’t make my dad write an apology letter.
I never took my cell to college there after.

My experience of kerala trip 4(b)

2010-07-03T19:25:00.001+05:30

Cntd.

We stopped in a place for lunch. After our lunch we began our journey again and within 15 mins our tyre got punctured. We had to get down. Luckily there was a house there and we all went and sat there. Pandey was helping the driver and the cleaner to get the tyre ready. Kala and jayashree were playing with stones. Abdul joined them saying that it was a 'bachcha' game. Chandan, pooja and a few were playing cards. The funniest thing was when the house owner saw us there. I think he didn't understand wat was happening. People playing cards on veranda of his home, few people listening songs and laughing loudly. He came to us and asked something in malayalam. We just showed him our bus. He understood the matter and gave a smile. We replied him with a smile. Well smile has no language.:-). I was tired and i slept.

When i woke up i was sweating badly and bus had stopped to get the puncture patched up. I was 6.30pm. We were supposed to reach calicut by that time. But we were no where close to the beach. Bus started to move. Kusuma sat next to me. We chatted continuously for 3hours. It was 9.30 when we stopped for food. Hotel Saravana bhavan. We were looking at the menu, abdul came running to our table. His face looked like he came there to show something special. Yes there was something special. In the hotel menu, there was an item called 'jai kuruma'. We began saying jai to tease kusuma.:). After the food, i slept off and we reached calicut at 2am. When i woke up chandan started complaining that i didn't give him enough place to sleep.:).

We were late, so we had to go to a bigger lodge which was expensive. We got a big room. It was a 4 bed room. I, scary, chandan and karthik decided to stay together. It was already 3am and our business boy Scary was watching business channel CNBC. We scolded him and told him to sleep. My bed and scary's bed was attached.

Nearly at 4.30pm I felt that something was on my body. I was feeling a weight of 40-50kgs on my body. When i opened my eyes i saw it was scary who was hugging me and sleeping. I didn't understand what to do. I just pushed him to his bed and slept.

...End of day 4:-). Travelled a lot.

My experience of kerala trip 4(a)

2010-07-03T19:01:00.000+05:30

23rd march.
6am.

It was 6am when i opened my eyes. Everyone was sleeping in our room. Except ananth. Ananth was watching tv. He was watching some hindi channel. I and ananth have one thing in common. We both like old hindi songs. Then Karthik got up. He was surprised to see me awake. Because he knew that i was playing till late night. Uttam and prem were still sleeping. I disturbed their sleep. Then i went to the other room. Vishwa and kiran were still sleeping.

Everyone had their bath and we went to have our breakfast. Abdul got a new name. #halalcut.

We began our journey. We went to Periyar park. Paid a heavy entrance fee. On the way we saw some deers. We thought it was a dense jungle and were surprised to see people cycling there. Then we reached a place where few vehicles were parked. There was a big tortoise shaped shop. I thought it was going to be a safari like thing. But the driver told to get down. Seriouly i was scared to get down. I thought the animals might attack us.:). After all What's there in watching animals, We've watched lot of animals:-) Then i guessed that we had to go on van or so (to safari).

When we got down, there were no animals other than monkeys. Everyone adviced me to be careful of monkeys because few monkeys had attacked me couple of days back.:) We started walking. We were feeling like we were lost-in-jungle. Didn't know what to do there. Photo session was going on. Then we came to know that this was not the jungle where the animals were. We had go on boat to watch the animals. And animal watching would begin from 11.30am. We did not want to waste our time. We decided to go back. While walking back we saw a big log there. Seriouly it was very big log. Mostly trunk of a tree which was over 100years old. Vishwa and ranjini went and sat on it first. And Then everyone sat. Girish and maheshwari captured the photos. We were looking like a toy train.:).

Then one of thie guide there told about elephant park nearby. We decided to go there. We had to pay Rs.250/head for an elephant ride. I thought it was foolishness to pay 250bucks for an elephant ride. I stayed in the bus. Karthik, scary, abdul, ananth, maheshwari and vijayalakshmi also decided not to go. We were listening songs and chatting in the bus. Abdul and scary went on a walk. There were a few coffee plants nearby. I and vijayalakshmi went there. For the first time i'd seen coffee seeds:-). Everyone got down and we went to see what was going on in the elephant park. As soon as we neared the entrance of the park we heard sound of elephants coming near us. I just turned to my right, it was a big elephant. Just 10m away from me. First i got scared. Then i saw a mahout next to it. And kiran, pooja and girish were sitting on it.. They were on an elephant ride. Another elephant followed it. It was carrying prem, uttam and menaka. We took few snaps with the elephants.

We then decided to go to the spice garden. Heard that there was a tree house in that garden. We wanted to see it. The owner of the garden was our guide's friend. So paid the entrance fee and entered the garden. An old man joined us. He started explaining about those plants and garden in english. After 5mins i realized that he was the garden guide. He was irritating us. He had characters of lecturers RR sir and Earesh in him. In short he had an art-of-boring-people. We were eager to see the tree house. I was guessing that treehouse would look like tarzan/mougly's home. Then he should something made of 10-15k wooden slabs joined between 4 trees, and told us that it was a treehouse. Everyone was frustrated. I was feeling like hitting him.:). He showed rubber tree and some medicinal herbs. Slowly everyone started running away from him. We wanted to get out of the garden as early as we could. Then we saw a black myna there. Kiran sat next to it and started imitating its sound.:)
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Next we were in a big confusion. As planned we had to go to Waynad. But everyone wanted to go to beach. We didn't know which beach was nearest. Our driver suggested to calicut beach. So we began our journey to calicut. Everyone wanted to see calicut beach, but i wanted to see calicut. Our plan was to reach calicut by 6pm and to play in the beach for a while and leave to waynad. I knew that calicut was far from kumily. And we were not going to reach there on time. But i stayed quiet because i didn't want to upset them. We started playing in the bus. This time we decided to play truth-or-dare. It was great fun. All those who chose 'dare' entertained a lot. Even i chose 'dare'. First ranjini told me to act like kannada hero kashinath. I did it. And then kala told me to do a mono acting. And the concept was that i was proposing Reddy sir's daughter. Did that too.

Cntd.

My experience of kerala trip 3 (yet to add pics)

2010-07-01T15:56:00.001+05:30

I'm continuing this story after a year and a half. All is well. Except 'scary'/sharath. He passed away on 25th november 2009. May his soul rest in peace. We miss you scary.

Cntd.
22 March.
5:00 am

It was 5am when i got up. Both Scary and Karthik were sleeping. It was very dark outside. So i didn't go out. When i went out it was 6am. It was chilling outside. I was amazed to see tea estate all around. Everything around was green. It gave me a i-am-in-heaven experience. Girish was standing on the next building and was capturing some snaps. I went to the terrace top to watch the sunrise. Chandan joined me there. Girish took our titanic-styled-photo. And we called it dostana-titanic. Everyone was standing on the balcony, waiting for the sunrise. But Kiran was still sleeping. Everyone(except kiran) started to scream when the sun started to rise. And the tea estate was looking even more beautiful.

After watching sunrise i got a shocking news. The news was that there was no hot water. So we had to bath in cold chilling water. Believe me, the water was as cold as fridge water. Kiran was still sleeping. So i jumped on him and woke him (even a dead body will come alive if jump on it). I then had a cup of coffee and joined pandey, uttam and ananth who were downstairs. Then took my luggage and kept it in the bus as soon as possible. Because i wanted the window seat.:-).

We began our journey from there and were nearing Munnar. There was a power generation plant which was similar to the one i saw in film Swades. Then we reached Munnar. Had our breakfast there. I had AalooParota. We took some snaps there and continued our journey.

No one among us had been to Munnar before. So we decided to hire a a guide. He stopped our bus near a tea estate to take snaps. Few tried to go to tea estate. But The guide promised us to take us to another tea estate and took us to a dam. It was a beautiful place. Speed boating was going on in the reservoir. So my friends decided to join them. I'd promised my dad that i-wouldn't-step-into-water. So i didn't join them and stayed in the bus. Karthik, pandey and Scary also stayed with me in the bus. Karthik purchased some gifts and i purchased carrots. Took couple of snaps holding bunches of carrots. After few minutes friends who had been to boating returned. They saw carrot in my hand. And everyone purchased it. We took funny snaps holding carrot leaves.

From there we went to echopoint. Nothing special in that place. Just we could hear the echo. But we made that place special. We were teasing abdul saying that if we scream his name, we would get x8 echos. I was screaming very loudly. We were screaming yentu, kuruma, kg, and we were getting good echo. Then everyone screamed MLA. Guess wat, the echo sounded M.A.(emme means buffalo in kannada). Some purchased chocolates. Menaka and Abdul gave me chocolates.

We went to another small dam before going to TopStation. As soon as we reached Topstation, i received an sms from vodafone. Saying Welcome-to-vodafone-tamilnadu. Then i asked the guide, he said that TopPoint belonged to Tamilnadu. From Toppoint we had to walk to reach the viewpoint. Guess what? We had to say Rs.15 to go there. Means Rs.15 to walk.:). We had to walk downwards for a kilometer or so. It was a beautiful place there. Nice cool breeze and mountains all around. In fact they were tea estate which belonged to TATA. The worst part began when we started to return. We had to step upwards. I and pandey reached early. Vishwa, kiran, ranjini, jayanti and kusuma were way back. I was sweating badly. It was cloudy. We reached our bus before it started raining. As promised earlier guide took us to a tea estate. Had not been to tea estate before. Took few snaps there. And returned to Munnar town. It was 5pm by then and everyone had their lunch. Ya.. Lunch @ 5:-). Then we left to Thekady. I was sitting next to Maheshwari. Was suprised to see that she had maintained a tour diary. She was noting some things. The road was very bad. But when began our anthakshari and dumbshrards, we didn't realise about bad roads. vinuta didn't join us. So she might be knowing about that bad road. Pooja was always a helpline. She wouldn't join any team. because if there's Lay's wafers pack in her hand she's out of the world.:-) We were tired. So everyone was silent. Kiran couldn't sit quiet so he took an empty bottle and threw on kusuma. And kusuma threw it back on him. And they began playing with empty bottles.:). By the time we reached kumily it was 10.30pm and we were 4km away from Thekady. Many wanted to have non-veg. So we went to a Halalcut non-veg hotel.:) all the items were made of coconut oil. So it was tasting different. Girish&co. stayed on fruits that day. By the time we had our food Girish had booked a lodge nearby. We continued our dumbshrards. And played till 1.30am. (Abdul showing mrugalaya entertained all). Everyone was tired and we decided to call it a day.. So it was end of day3 of our trip. One of the Most beautiful days of my life.

2010-06-22T14:19:00.000+05:30

Will be back with Kerala trip story... Will be posting the 3rd part of that story. After long time. But still those days are infront of my eyes... ;-)

Story of My Nickname

2010-06-18T00:19:00.001+05:30

We might be having sweet names. But our close friends never call us our names. They call our nicknames. Nicknames make friends closer. There were very funny nicknames in our class. (I named some). Here are a few, yenne, yentu, nugge, kuruma, nursumma, sade, fair&lovely, kg, scary, bulbul, sisya and many more. Behind every nickname there's a funny story.:) I too have a nickname. My nickname is MLA. Ya Member of Legislative Assembly.:) And there's a story behind my name also.

It was our early days in GSSIT. Since i was not a local student i was not feeling comfortable in the class.
A lecturer entered our class...... Actually i'd thought that he was a student. He was short and slim. And was only 4years elder than us. Since he'd a tie around his neck everyone guessed that he was a lecturer and wished him.
He started with his introduction. I don't remember his name. I just remember that he was a Vivekananda college pass-out. Then he asked us to give our introduction. Everyone had to tell their name, their native place and their ambition in future.
What ambition will an engineering student have? Obviously to become an engineer. Was that a question to ask?
He stared with first bench. And the answer everyone gave was, I-want-to-be-an-engineer, I-want-to-join-a-software-company. I wanted to give a different answer. So i started thinking. I had an answer in my mind and was waiting for my chance.

He came to me.

Sir: yes, you?
Me: I'm Vishal from Karwar. My CET rank is 23k.
Sir: yes, what's your ambition?
Me: Sir I want to be a politician.
(He gave me a What-did-i-hear look).
Sir: What?
Me: yes sir. I want to become an MLA. MLA of Karwar.
Sir: Hello man, if you want be become a politician why did you join engineering. Even uneducated become MLA's.
Me: sir, you just imagine our country when all our politicians are graduates. (He shook his head and gave another look. This time it was This-guy-is-crazy-look).

From that day i was MLA. My friends still call me MLA. Even some of our lecturers call me MLA. One of our sir says that, I should be proud of myself. Because without converting an election I became an MLA.

Thats story of my nickname.......

When i met my friend after 11 years.

2010-06-12T03:32:00.000+05:30

Let me begin from the previous day. I was busy with some work and i got a message from Harshini asking how-long-it-takes-to-print&bind-a-project-report-in-upanagar. I rushed to a printing press nearby and gave the the information and press phone number. She told me that she might come to upanagar.

Now let me tell you'll who's harshini. Harshini was my class mate in St.Michael's Convent, Karwar. A sweet, intelligent, tall girl with short hairs(inversely proportional to her height). She was the tallest girl in the class. After 5th standard her dad got transfered and she left the school. Then no contact for another 7and a half years until one day i found her on orkut. Came to know that she was studying in RNSIT bangalore. We exchanged our cell numbers but had not met each other. One day i saw her in Majestic bus stand but couldn't meet her.:(. so next day,i was going to meet after 11years.:)

I woke up early the next morning. Was waiting for her message. By 12.30 i got her msg. I was very excited to meet my friend.:) went to the press. My friends gangadhara and punith had been there to collect their report. Soon they left and i was alone there. Was sitting under a tree and was tweeting.:) then i got a msg from harshini saying that their vehicle broke down on the way. She reached upanagar at 1.45.

Well, i finally met Harshini. I thought i would meet the same girl i had met 11years ago. But no, this girl was taller, had lengthy hairs(but curly), ever more intelligent(placed in TCS), and even more sweeter than before.:) she had come with her friend/projectmate Anitha(I think so. Confused with anitha/ankitha). I was speechless. Didn't know what to talk.

We went inside. The press was crowed. I'd thought that their text documents would be ready, but to my suprise her friend was sitting outside with her laptop and arranging something. People of upanagar Were staring at her as if they had never seen Girl-holding-a-Laptop.

Finally we started taking printout and everytime after giving the print command Harshini would ask me 'matthe-yenu-samachara?'(Then wat else). They were busy taking printout and i was standing without knowing wat to do(as if i'd been there to disturb them). My class mates Kusuma, vinuta and kumuda had come to the press. Introduced them to her(on her request):-).

After taking all the printouts finally i got some work to do. They needed transparent sheets. And in between every transparent sheet there was a paper. So my work was to remove the papers.:) so finally i could say that i helped them.:-)

It was 5.30 and was about to rain. So they had to leave as soon as possible. And it was a memorable day for me. Wat i want to say to my readers is have an experience of meeting a friend after long time. :-)

IPL

2010-04-26T23:41:00.000+05:30

DLF IPL season 3 is over. Now no more DLF maximums, CITI moment of success, Karbonn Kamaal katches, Vodafone star of the match. It was fun. Apart from cricket, most entertaining was the ZooZoo Ads.. Sometimes i used to watch cricket for ZooZoo ads. What a series it has been for Indian cricket. A great stage for youngsters. Our youngster play against star players before they are qualified for the national team. Our loyalty towards our respective team day by day. No matter how they perform.! Let me tell you'll people. If you want to enjoy IPL the most, you should stay in hostel. You'll enjoy the victory more than the team members. And when lost you'll be disappointed more than the franchise owner.

There're some negatives also in IPL. With the media always calling it has Indian Paisa League. Our very own VijayMallya recently tweeted saying it as Indian Panga League. With all the controversies your watching on tv, there's a big headache in hostels. Betting is a big demon hear. Students are dragged towards betting. Every night the common thing you hear is 'whats today's ratio?'. Another worst thing is ad after every ball. With AksayKumar's laugh for MicroMax mobiles, Only one word for it. 'HORRIBLE'.

Whatever it was i enjoyed this IPL a lot. Waiting for next IPL.

(please help me in writing good blog)

I'll be back soon..

2010-04-26T15:27:00.000+05:30

Will be back blogging soon..

2009-10-03T12:00:00.000+05:30

DONATE YOUR EYES.

Need Of Donor Tissue

In India there about 10 million people who are blind (NPCB-WHO). Out of this 80% of the blindness is preventable or curable. There are 2.5 million corneal blinds that require corneal grafting. Some of them are their 1st or 2nd decade of life. These visions can be improved by corneal transplantation. In this operation the damaged opaque corneal is replaced by a healthy one, taken from the eye of a recently deceased person. There is a severe lack of availability of donor eyes in India. That’s why only 6-7 thousand corneal grafting operations are done every year. But unfortunately about fifteen to twenty thousand new victims of corneal blindness are added each year to the already waiting 1 million corneal blinds. There are enough qualifies eye surgeons but the corneal grafting operations cannot be performed because of the donor eyes. This is where eye donation offers hope. One eye donation can give vision to 2 persons

What is Eye Bank
What is an Eye Bank?

It is an organization, which deals with the collection, storage and distribution of donor eyes for the purpose of corneal grafting.

What is Corneal Grafting?

Corneal is the bright transparent bulging watch glass like cover over the iris lens diaphragm. In diseases like Trachoma, corneal ulcers due to herpes fungus & bacteria and in many other diseases aphakic & pseudophakic bullous keratopathy the cornea becomes hazy and opaque thus causing partial or total loss of sight. In corneal grafting these diseases and opaque cornea is replaced by a healthy transparent cornea taken out from a donor eye.

How does the Eye Bank Functions?

The Eye Bank collects the eyes

Of voluntary registered eye donors after their death
Of those deceased persons whose enlightened relatives agree to donate the eyes as a service to the humanity
From hospital deaths
From post mortem eyes, when donated. These eyes are processed in the Eye Bank and are supplied to eye surgeons for corneal grafting and other sight restoring operations.

What is eye donation?

Eye donation means people pledging today, to donate their eyes after death, to be used for corneal grafting operations, which restore the vision to the corneal blind persons. The eyes of the deceased person, who has not pledged his eyes, can be donated by the next of his kins.

What can the Eye Bank do for you?

Noble are those who continue to serve the mankind even after death. Eye Bank offers you a road to immortality and nobility.

What does the religion say in regard to Eye Donation?

All religions preach service to mankind even after death. You can serve your religion through the eye bank

How do you donate your eyes?

You sign and mail the voluntary eye pledge card obtainable from the Eye Banks. You will receive back some instructions and Eye donor pocket card to be carried by you.

How soon must eyes be removed?

Eyes should removed as soon as possible, preferably within 6 to 8 hours of death

How does the Eye Bank collect donated eyes?

The Eye Bank is informed by the next of kin or the family physician immediately after the death of the donor (day or night by telephone). The Eye Bank then takes care of all arrangements without delay.

How long can the eyes be preserved?

Eyes are used within 49-72 hours. However, by special preservation methods, they can be stored up to 2 weeks and ever for a year.

How are these eyes used?

The eyes thus obtained are properly examined and preserved aseptically in the Eye Bank. They are supplied free of charge to eye surgeons for the treatment of their patients.

Is prior examination of donor eyes essential?

No, all donated eyes are utilized by the Eye Bank either for sight restoration (if suitable) or for research to cure blindness.

Does removal of eyes cause disfigurement of the body?

No, Removal of the eyes is done carefully and skillfully without causing any disfigurement of the face.

Can a person with weak eyes sight donate his eyes?

Yes. Weak eyesight has no effect on donor cornea and subsequent corneal grafting operation. Even operated eye with healthy cornea can be used for grafting.

Can the whole eyeball be grafted?

No. It has not yet been successful. Further research in this field is in progress

Are there certain types of eyes, which cannot be used?

All donated eyes are useful. The majority can be used for corneal grafting. But some of eyes from certain diseases are not fit to be used for corneal grafting, however, these are valuable for research purpose to prevent blindness.

How to become an Eye donor
The following are the instructions to enroll as:
Can a person with weak eyes sight donate his eyes?
Fill in the Eye Pledge Form and mail it to the Eye Bank.
Your name will be registered as voluntary eye donor on receipt of your pledge card and you will receive a pocket donor card giving a Donor Number for future correspondence.
Carry your Donor Card in your diary/pocket.
Intimate the Eye Bank about any change in your address.
Call on us for any information regarding Eye Banks.
Convince others to follow your noble deed in this service to mankind “ Your eyes may return two sightless persons to a useful place in society”.

Instruction For Next Or Kin And Family Physician Or Eye Dono
The role of the next of kin and family physician (of voluntary Eye donor) is also of utmost importance. They may act according to the word of the deceased. The guidelines for them are as under:
In case the voluntary eye donor dies, please inform immediately, to the nearest Eye Bank. The eye could be collected by any nearest eye bank irrespective to the place where registration has been done.
The information should be conveyed to the Eye Bank as early as possible preferably within 2-3 hours of the death of the donor.
Please give full co-operation to the personnel who come to remove the eyes.
The doctor will take necessary steps to avoid any disfigurement of the body of the removal of the eyes.

Instructions to donor’s next or kin regarding care of donor eyes
The care of donor’s eyes is very necessary to keep them viable for transplantation. The following precautions may be observed.
Eyelids should be closed immediately after death. These should be taped and any antibiotic drop/ointment may be put if available at home.
Elevate head.
To ensure that the eyes will be received by the Eye Bank in good condition, it is well to keep the body in a cool place esp. in summer months.
Ice packs may be put on the closed eyelids.
Stop the fan

Instruction for recipients of donor eyes
There are number of needy persons requiring corneal grafting. They have to adhere to the following guidelines
Patients will be seen in the corneal clinic to assess the eyes for corneal grafting. The cases where corneal grafting is indicated shall be selected and registered.
For operation they will be informed to wait for hospital call, which will be by queries.
In case there is change of address the patients are requested to inform to Eye Bank with proper reference.
Donor’s name shall not be disclosed to the recipients as it is UNETHICAL, next to kin of donor will also not be told the recipients identity.

No patients can demand for a particular donor corneal to be transplanted in his/her eyes.
The donor’s family after actual donation gets the certificate (appendix XX) of this supreme sacrifice.

Ethical issues” in Eye Bank Organization
The needs for laying down ethics in Eye Bank organization is in view of various reasons
It is a voluntary donation and is free.
The tissue availability is scarce and the demand is enormous.
It involves interaction of Eye Bank/Collection Centers personnel with donor’s (deceased) relations who are always under emotional stress.
Involvement of various voluntary agencies interested in the cause of eye donation.
To safe guard against some minor issues which are unnecessarily given publicity in media and can cause harm to eye donation movement.
Let us consider some of the question/problems before us
Should we remove the eyeball whose cornea is not worth transplanting?

Whether the eye bank should give tissue to recognized Eye Bank or individual ophthalmologists?
Whether an Eye Bank should recognize eye surgeons as well as the institutions where the surgery is to be performed for corneal surgery?
Which types of “Eyes” should not be used for transplantation of cornea?
Should one use cornea of a deceased whose medical history is not know?
Can anyone donate the eyes like kidneys while alive?
Who will enucleate the eyes, Ophthalmologists or general practitioner?
Whether Eye Bank should give priority?

To which type of surgeons
To patients or their scientific indications
To those who collect eyes or mobilize eye donation
To patients recommended by collection centers.
All such issues must come under preview while laying down code of ethics. At Shraddha Eye Bank, we have a general and specific “ Code of Ethics” which are as under. This is in consonance with “Code of Ethics” for International Eye Banking but modified in view of our prevailing conditions.
General Code Of Ethics
Eye Banks shall not compete with one another.
Eyes must be collected once donated irrespective of inconvenience or unsuitability (at first sight).
Eye tissue shall neither be bought nor sold.
Eye tissue is distributed without discrimination based on race, creed or nationality
Eye tissue shall/ be provided only to another eye bank/ qualified ophthalmologist on request.
The wishes of the immediate family shall be respected in carrying out donor’s eye pledge
The name of donor and recipient shall not be disclosed without written consent.
Eye pledges shall be solicited in dignified manner.
Fund raising shall be ethically conducted.
All public information shall be medically approved.
Can anyone donate the eyes like kidneys while alive?
Who will enucleate the eyes, Ophthalmologists or general practitioner?
Whether Eye Bank should give priority?
General Code Of Ethics
Further we have tried to enlarge the scope and explain the specific code ethics at various levels of functionaries of Eye Banking
For Eye Bank
For Surgeons
For Eye collection center
For collection of Eye From unclaimed bodies
For disposal of Eye Balls
Code Of Ethics For Eye Bank
Eye Bank will not enter in rivalry with other Eye Banks.
There should be free exchange of tissue (Eyes) between Eye Banks.
No eye is to be enucleated during life.
Eye tissue shall neither be bought nor sold.
Eye tissue shall be distributed without discrimination based on race, creed, color or nationality.
The identity of the donor is not be disclosed to the recipient.
The identity if the recipient is not disclosed to Donor’s kins. However, the donor’s relatives may be informed of the use of the eyes and the results of the operation.
The donor’s identity is not disclosed. However, all available medical history of the donor is reveled to the surgeon.
Eye Banks shall maintain waiting lists according to priority of needs and maintain proper records of receipt and distribution of eyes.
They shall not use the corneal tissue for corneal grafting which is contraindicated for such use.
The eye tissue shall be distributed only to qualified ophthalmologist on request.
The identity of the donor is not be disclosed to the recipient.
They shall not do commercial publicity. However, publicity for the furtherance of Eye Donation might be undertakes especially by the state controlled medical like television and radio.
Code For Eye Surgeons
They should not buy or sell the donor cornea.
They should be competent to perform corneal surgery
They should get the cornea from recognized Eye Banks.
The surgeon shall not divulge the donor’s identity to the recipient.
Should possess all possible medical details of donor as well as details about cornea.
Codes For Eye Collection Centres
They will be polite, courteous and sympathetic with donor’s relatives/Kins The enucleation is done in a schedule place.
A medical practitioner trained in enucleation of cadaver eye or ophthalmologist should remove the eye.
They have to be respectful to the body of the deceased (cadaver).
External mutilation of the body must be avoided.
The enucleation should be done aseptically and all steps should be taken properly like stitching of conjunctiva to stop blood oozing.
Artificial Eye may be fitted and the relatives be told of it.
Legal Aspects
The transplantation of human organs bill, 1994 was presented in parliament in 1992 and passed as Act no. 42 of 1994 as the transplantation of human organs Act 1994 ad amended in 1995.This provides for the regulation of removal, storage and transplantation of human organs for therapeutic purpose and for the prevention of commercial dealings in human organs. All the Eye Banking and collection of eyes has to be done as per this act.
Collection Of Eyes
When the “donor call” comes; be sure to get as much data as possible from the caller, such as donor’s name, age diagnosis, time of death and the caller’s knowledge about possible cause of death in the Donor Call-Initial Information. Qualified Doctors with one assistant and driver will reach site at the earliest possible for enucleation procedure
Processing Of Donor Eyes And Storage In Eye Bank
Eyes are received from donors in wide mouthed eye collection bottles containing eye stands to hold eyes. Moist cotton is placed at the bottom of the eye collection bottle. After eye collection Microbiological Investigation & Preservation of Cornea is done in the eye bank.
Evalutation Of Donor Tissue And Its Distribution
The acceptability of all corneas and/or eyes received is subject to several criteria and evaluation is noted in the Cornea Evaluation Form. The eyes/corneal buttons when ready after processing will be distributed to the other eye Banks/ Corneal surgeons. The proper records of receipts and disimbursement of the donor eye is ensured. The proper indenting requests and issuing of the eye is done and the utilization of the eyes properly is ensure, in compliance to the Ethical codes of the eye bank

from www.nethradhama.org

Increasing the voting percentage

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India, as we all know, it is the biggest democratic country. It means the leaders of the country are elected by the people. So for every five years a general election is held. And five years is not a short term, so we will have to elect an able representative. Our representative should be the one who is sound and should have the ability to stand and speak in the parliament. So during the election every citizen will be having a huge responsibility on their shoulders.
But to what level are we handling the responsibility? One of the best ways to answer it is by looking at the voting percentage. But as we all noticed, the voting percentage is very low. What may be the reason for it? We can say that globalization is the reason. People move away from their native to different places for different reasons. It may be business or studies. And during the elections they don’t bother going to their native and casting their vote.
As a student studying in Bangalore, I too did the same thing. And so did my friends. I had my vote in Karwar but could not cast my valuable vote.
So what is the solution for this? Is it up to the voters? Might be right to an extent. But according to me the Election commission can play an important role here. We are in an electronic age now. We use electronic voting machines which one of the greatest achievement along times. By using the technology a step further we can make the difference.
Can the Election Commission (EC) afford using internet connections at the polling booths? Obviously it can. All what has to be done is connecting the Electronic Voting Machine (EVM) to the internet. And people staying in any place can go to a nearby polling booth and cast their vote to the candidate contesting in their constituency. The procedure may sound big and expensive. But the procedure is as simple as booking an online bus ticket. All what the EC has to do is to have some more polling booths, some more employees, and internet connection.
Can’t the EC do it for the welfare of the nation?

My Experience of kerala trip(2)

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March 21,
5:30 am

When I got up in the morning many were sleeping and the driver had stopped the bus to have a puff of cigarette and tea as he was sleepy. Slowly everyone got up and we were only few kilometers away from Guruvayur, our 1st destination. Kiran was explaining about Abdul’s snoring. I was very happy to see the environment of Kerala because it was very similar to our NorthKanara district. I was watching all the hoardings. And majority of hoardings had photo of local hero MohanLal. Jayashri, Maheshwari & Kala began their camera work again. By 7am we reached Guruvayur.
Went to a lodge to get fresh, had our bath there. All had to wear dhoti and girls had to wear saree to get into the temple. But I didn’t wanted to wear it. So somehow managed and didn’t go to the temple. Abdul was with me. Girish took our snaps. Our group photos impressed localites’ also. I took Girish’s photo.
It was nearly 9:30 everyone entered the temple. We were very hungry, we came out and had orange juice. The juice was so bad that we decided not to drink juice in Kerala again. The price was also very expensive. Rs.21/- per orange juice.
So I told Abdul not to tell anyone about it, as it was insulting and everyone would tease us. We were feeling bored out there. So I went to a security person, Babu, and asked him about Guruvayur. He told that Guruvayur got its name from Guru & Vaayu. He also told me an interesting fact that long back Guruvayur temple was under sea water & the idol was carried and brought by sea water. He also told me about elephant race which was held couple of weeks back. Interstingly he knew nearly 10 languages including Bengali and Manipuri. We were so close that he gave me his cell and asked me to check whether its in good condition.
Then I went around the temple. The place was very nice. I went near the shopping area. Abdul was waiting for me. So I’d to return quickly. I then challenged Abdul that our friends who had been to temple would return within 11o’clock. We were hungry and frustrated\. Exactly at 11 I saw Kala & Jayashri rushing towards the room. We were without our slippers. Our feet were burning like pancakes. We went to the room. I and Yentu were felt very bad when we came to know that everyone had their breakfast. But we were happy when they told that their food was not that good. We had a chance to eat in a better hotel. But we got the first shock of Keralean food.
We packed our bags and left from there. We had to go to Kalady, the place where Shankaracharya was born. On the way Girish was sitting next to me and we were listening some melodious songs. Some were playing cards. Girish collected another Rs.500/- in Trissur. It was very hot out there and everyone sweating very badly. I was the most comfortable of all as I was adapted to humidity.
We reached Kalady and there was a 'stupa' like thing there. There were more than 100 steps to go to the top and I, Kiran and Karthik were the first to reach there. We rested for a while and then returned. Everyone was still going upstairs. We saw tender coconuts. The red one, Kendali, we call it. I and Kiran had two coconuts. Pandey and Karthik joined us. Karthik paid for it. Next we went a place on the bank of river Poorna. The crocodile ghat. The ashram was closed. So we just saw the river and sat for a while in the bus. We were teasing Yentu. At 4pm we had our food in hotel Indrprasta. I had veg biryani. As soon as we began our journey towards Munnar we had relief from heat. Few sitting in the first row began playing dumb shrards. I didn’t join them. I was just helpline. Helping Kiran’s team. We saw a beautiful falls and ent there for photographs. A monkey attacked me there. Uttam and Girish advised me to walk without staring at it. After a photo sessions near the falls, we began our game again. Uttam started to tease me by telling me about monkeys. At 7:30 we reached lodge. We were just a few miles away from Munnar. It was chilling out there. As soon as we got down of the bus we had coffee. I drank the coffee so quickly that everyone started staring at me. The coffee was really hot. Pooja was holding Lays pack. Her trademark. Ha ha.. We went to our room to have rest. I, Scary and Karthik were in a room. We came down for food at 9, but no one was interested in having it. Again I saw Pooja holding Lays pack. So I started teasing her Lays Pooja. Received call from home. Talked for a while. Abdul kept on coming to our room to play some tamil songs. He was acting as if he had never seen tv before. Girish, Pooja, Chandan, Ranjini and vishwa were busy playing cards. Scary and Karthik were discussing about the stock market. Ananth, Uttam and Pandey stayed in a room downstairs. And others joined in a room to play dumb shrards. This time even I joined them and I never knew that I was so good in it. We played till 1:30am. Abdul was most entertaining. We were making lot of noise. The hotel manager might have thought of throwing us out of Kerala itself.
After playing I went to our room. Scary was hugging Karthik and sleeping. I didn’t leave place for me to sleep. Somehow I managed and slept. A wonderful day came to an end.

To be continued...

My Experience of Kerala Trip(1)

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My Experience of Kerala trip!

March 20, 2009
6:30pm

For me the much awaited Kerala trip began when I received a call from Chandan. I had to go to Kengeri Satellite Town’s post office stop, which was my pick up point. I messaged Prem & Uttam to come there.
I was the first to reach there. Prem, Uttam and Menaka joined me. Kalavathi (kala) was updating me where they were. After waiting for a while, the mini bus arrived. We kept our bags in the dikki, and rushed towards the door. Pandey (prem) was the first to get in but couldn’t manage to find the window seat. Kiran adjusted a window seat for me. Kala had reserved seat for Menaka. So Uttam had to sit with Girish (Giri). I was very glad to see Sharath (Scary). Kiran and Giri got down to purchase playing cards. Within a short while we left Kengeri Satellite Town. Messages were rushing to my cell to wish me a happy journey as I was running short of free messages.
As soon as Kiran and Jayanthi started playing cards, the driver switched off the lights. Giri collected Rs 500 from everyone as the driver stopped the bus for fueling.

Enjoyment was at its peak as we started to play Anthakshari. The first 3 seats of both the rows made a team and the last three made another. Vishwanath (vishwa) and ranjini were putting us into trouble by giving the word ‘la’. We had our dinner in kamat Upachar, Ramanagar and continued our game. Pandey and Uttam joined us with good library of hindi Songs. I tried to cheat by Googling the songs but couldn’t find any song. We continued playing till we reached Nanjanagud. Then everyone was tired.
Then I, Abdul and Kiran started teasing Kusuma by saying ‘Roti Kuruma’. Then she couldn’t stay quiet. She started calling me, MLA, MP and Karwar. Abdul as Yentu(8) and Kiran as KG. the photo session began in Gundlupet when driver was having tea. One of my photo captured by maheshwari entertained all. Because in that photo, the shadow of my lips had fallen on my teeth and it was captured as if my teeth is missing.
Slowly everyone started to sleep. Sitting on the seat Giri and pandey were discussing about politics. Everyone else was silently sleeping which forced me to sleep and was the end of the day for me.

To be continued.....

Hum Tum

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SARDAR

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HUM TUM

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Sardar

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Numerology – The Study of numbers

Why numerology?

1. It makes you a master of timing.

2. It helps you make the right choices.

3. It shows us who we really are.

Method to read numbers of person

1. If a person’s Date of birth is 24, add the numbers 2 & 4. And his lucky number will be 6.

2. Numerology can also be read through the name
Eg: V I S H A L
i.e, 22+9+19+8+1+12=71
i.e, 7+1=8
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(2+2) + (9) + (1+9) + (8) + (1) + (1+2)
i.e, 4+9+1+8+1+3=26=8

Here the names are added by different methods but the final number is the same. This shows that alphabets and numbers have a bond.

Meaning of numbers

1. One: Honour, individual, aggressor, lucky
2. Two: Doubling up, doubles happiness. Good number.
3. Three: Growth, alive. Communication, Lucky.
4. Four: Death, Unlucky unless combined with a favourable number.
5. Five: Balance, action, Combines with 2, 4, 6 or 8.
6. Six: Similar to wealth, reaction, responsibility, popular.
7. Seven: Definite, Thought, lucky.
8. Eight: Multiply, power, sacrifice, Fertile number.
9. Nine: Long life.

NASA

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Ninan's Picture.

HUM TUM

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HUM TUM

Karwar

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Karwar...

Karwar is the district & the taluka head quarters of Uttara Kannada, (519 km north-west of Bangalore). Karwar, is a good place to enjoy the thrills of sun, sea and sand & thus becomes an ideal place to relax. Karwar has sacred pilgrim centers, historical towns and some of the most beautiful beaches in the country. Its beauty is said to have inspired the great Indian poet and Nobel Prize Winner, Rabindranath Tagore to pen his first play. The Devbagh Beach, is a must for the beach lovers. Karwar is also a place of historical importance. The place name Karwar is a misnomer. It is named after Kadwad (the British had trouble pronouncing "d" and replaced it with "r", maybe), actually a far off village & the English factory at Kadwad had its opening to the sea from the point where Karwar town now stands, to the south of Kali river. Karwar town was entirely a new settlement, which reflects in the parallel and perpendicular and broad roads, envisaged by the British. These roads have now been developed to their full width (some of them are 100 feet (30 m) wide), under the Asian Development Bank-aided urban development project. The earlier Deputy Commissioners of Karwar, Mr. Rakesh Singh, IAS and Mr. Ritesh Kumar Singh, IAS had taken great interest in its implementation. The current Deputy Commissioner has capped it by removing many encroachments in the town, particularly on the 100-foot (30 m) wide roads such as Green Street (which was earlier called Grease Street, jocularly), Dr. Pikle Road, Civil Court Road, Dr. Kamlakar Road, etc., Many buildings of historical value stand here, such as the District Court of the 1800s, the District Judge's and Deputy Collector's bungalows, etc. Karwar used to be written as "Caurwaar" earlier. Lying just 20 km from southern border of Goa, this place offers many other attractions such as the Sadashivgad Hill Fort with a Durga temple, the one-of-its kind octagonal church and the 300 year old Venkataramana temple with some fine ochre paintings. The Dandeli Game park located 157 km away is a treat for wildlife lovers. Konkan Marathas, Bhandharis, Kombarpaiks, Kharvis/Harikantras, Halakki Vokkaligas, Kunbis, Padthis, etc., are the natives of Karwar, Konkani,Marathi,Kannada languages are the base of communication.Ram kashtriyas, Daivajna Brahmins, Gaud Saraswat Brahmin, Havyak Brahmins,Vaishya Vanis etc., are spread over Karwar taluka. Partly due to the presence of the British, who had a major presence in this City and by virtue of being next to the then Portuguese-controlled Goa state, Christianity has been in existence here since the 18th Century, majority of the Christians here being converts who fled the Portuguese Inquisition, which demanded complete severance from the native rituals practised by the converts. Muslims, mainly forming part of the trading community, have come down from the Deccan (Bahamani) kingdoms to Karwar, and are known sea-farers. It is due to Muslim influence that the Karwar port is known as "Baithkol" meaning the House of Safety, or Place of Safety, "Bait-e-kol", in Arabic. Every year there will be a function called "Karavali Utsav",this function hosts many stalls,there will be a cultural programme and the best thing is that there will be brusting of fireworks one first day which looks very beautiful admist the presence of sea in the background.This programme lasts for 3 to 4 days.

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