Theory of Enhanced Thoughts:
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Friday, September 7, 2012
Saturday, May 14, 2011
Mission Rocket and SM
Time 7:30pm, 8th april 2011
Venue: KJC, UG block
“wat about collage??” Mathayi
“umm..” Sajith
“how to deliver it at 12??” K. J.
“good question..” Karadi
“lets tie it to the thread and tell them to lift it up.. cool ehh??” Cherian
“hmm.. umm.. am ready” Sajith
“wats a collage??” Arunan
That gone in thin air, and he didn’t make another try.
“collage.. its good.. good idea.. ehh..but we need to get print outs and all.. ”
monz
“ we need to select good photos..” Me
“ photos?? Whose photos?? ” Prithvi
“yours da.. your fat a**” Cherian
Prithvi grins and took a step back, “I was just making things clear..”
We can’t even laugh, coz he is capable of asking more ‘sensible questions’..
“I have good pictures of her in my laptop” Sajith
“ok.. go get it and come to Mathayis room” Me
“da.. we are going to Kamanahalli.. if you guys want something… ” Mathayi
“ok.. please wait.. lets make some plans.. ” Me
“umm.. we have to… done too much for Lisa’s birthday na.. she will expect
something” Sajith
“Seetha might be peeking to the ground from now itself to see we people working for her birthday celebrations.. ha.. ha.. ha.. ” Prithvi
We laughed for 5 seconds and started with the discussion, but Prithvi continued to laugh until we give him a serious look, signal for him to stop jerking his tummy.
“wat about shooting paper rockets to her room from the ground..”Me
“paper rockets?? Will it reach?? Window is too high??” K. J.
“we can shoot with rubber band” Me
“da.. are you serious??” Arunan
“am not Prithvi.. ok??” Me
“anthappa.. everything is not that easy as cycling.. ” Prithvi
“see.. its easy da.. I will show you how.. ” Me
“please tell some workable plans.. ” Prithvi
“you don know me… I used to land paper rockets on a bus speeding at 70.. umm.. no.. no.. 40 KM/hr” Me
“fort…. Forty kilometer… gheehh…” Prithvi
“but the distance.. its too far.. that window.. and.. ” Arunan
“and shooting rockets at ladies hostel at midnight…not a good idea ” monz
“anyway don forget to wear underwear.. ok?? Might be useful at police station” Karadi
“is it a self talk or wat??” Cherian
“we are shooting it from outside na?? wats the big deal” I said “Mathayi, get me some rubber bands.. please don forget..ok??”
“hmm.. ok” Mathayi and smiled at Arunan “and color of chart sheet??”
“chart sheet.. for wat??” Prithvi. He proves it again and again.
“black or some dark colors” Cherian
“no da.. we are taking color printouts, so better white..” Karadi
Karadis bike starts roaring with Mathayi and Arunan on top.
Prithvi and Sajith already left to buy cake and chocolates for Prajyothi hostel, our dream land. ;-) that’s not our contribution, but just doing the logistics part for their celebrations.
Time: 8:30 pm
Mathayi’s and K. J.’s room
Only me and K. J. are there in the room; forgetting the ants, termites and some spiders, big and small. We really like to spend time together, but not in class rooms, don know the reason for that. May be our subconscious mind pine for more friends or more attention than just ‘Devan’ or ‘K. J.’, as both of us are not celebrities. But not we are busy, busy in our duties.
Am busy making the rockets and K. J. busy asking me all ‘udayippu questions’, made me think about trying IAS or something if I could answer him convincingly.
“do you think it will reach??.. I doubt” K. J.
“I don’t; only if you don’t have another question” Me
“am not concerned about your bloody rockets, but the image of MBAs” K. J.
“don worry baby, we don have any” Me.
I really want to talk him about the non-logical part of doing things, thats what people without brains always do, and some other brainless creatures value or appreciate it, and that moments constitutes somebody called something, life, is all about; than just sequence of thoughts. This time he seems to be more aggressive than me, because he got more reason for his pointless point, and I don’t.
By the time, Sajith entered with cake for our ‘sisters’. He kept it on the table and went outside. Me and K. J. given a smile, communicated everything at the moment, with one heart and one goal, forgetting each and every fight we had, with deep understanding went for a cherry hunt. Unfortunately it was not garnished with cherries, may be the baker might foreseen guys like us; wrapping up the cake I said to K. J.,
“cherries are not good for health.”
“is it?” K. J
“for the time being.”
Sajith is back with thread and with some rubber band in his hand. We set out to our dreamland with rockets for the test flight, accidently the raw material for the rocket was Mathayi’s resume . I took a short break from my IAS test paper and climbed Prithvi’s bike. We four people, Prithvi’s tummy, his a**, Sajith and me; put that 100cc in confusion, but soon focused on his job and pulled us away. Jane was waiting for us at the hostel gate to collect the cake and the thread.
Reaching the hostel gate, I took my rocket with great pride and aimed at her window. Now I have three audience, watching eagerly to see my rocket hitting her window pane, stretched the rubber band to the max and dropped, it flew like Agni to hit on junior’s bathroom vent. Though the flight was unsuccessful I gained enough confidence that I could make it at 12 O’ clock.
‘practice makes man perfect’ somewhere I read and so we went back and started practicing. Sajith and Me was shooting at some branches of tree and find ourselves improving each time. We congratulated ourselves and continued to practice.
Is there somebody said something like ‘practice makes man forget’. If not, I am telling it now, we forgot about the collage. The guys who were sent to buy chart sheet, were busy shopping a salvar for her. We were busy practicing rocket launching, and the rest were busy with something else. Thus the ‘mission: Collage’ remained in our thoughts.
After enough practicing with A4 sheet, it seems to be so heavy to fly. So we took a notebook and took pages from it. It gives more accuracy and ease of flight, and we are delighted with the performance of our rockets. K. J. was devising new methods of shooting, to some extend he was also successful but he was not feeling well and so couldn’t join us to the plot from where we are going to wish her birthday.
Time :11.30pm
Mathayi’s and K. J's room again.
Arunan and Mathayi is back with a Salvar to gift her from their side. They were afraid to tell us its price, as they know we will poke them to death. They were half right, we poke them but not to death. The rest of us, being non-materialistic and spiritual, are there with no-salvar and abundant blessing in our heart for her.
“da.. its time to wish her.. lets move.” Prithvi
“umm..umm.. ahh” Sajith
Me and Sajith busy making rockets, and K. J. writing “happy birthday Seetha” on them. He really want to make things more funny with pet names and all, but we were censoring each and every rocket comes out from the final stage of production.
“macha.. lets make it a bit spicy da… its will be fun” K. J.
“but I never heard anything funny happened inside principal’s office” Sajith
“wat??” K. J.
“once we got caught buddy” Me
“but am not coming” K. J.
“and you won’t have any proof for that tomorrow” Mathayi
K. J. gives him a half-way smile, that communicated something that non-roomates can’t understand. May be its nothing, may be its everything; that’s K. J..
Bikes become noisy and my cycle didn’t make a sound but waited for me to pedal it. I called up Jetty and Rajanna to join us as we don’t have permission to enter that plot from where we can see their window. Jetty and Rajanna could speak kannada and could defend ourselves.. hopefully.
Its 11.55pm, Arunan called her up and we started singing,
“happy birthday to you……………..”
Then me and Sajith took our bows and arrows and started firing… our rockets flew in all directions but none towards their window panes. Some of them hit tin sheets at the fence and made sounds, but not so loud. But dogs started barking, and they were loud enough to make the entire hostel aware of our presence. Except me and Arunan, everyone were leaving the scene, but we can’t do that. I don’t know the reason with Arunan, but I can’t return because Prithvi is there waiting to hear my 40 km/hr bus story. I have to prove my abilities and there is no other way than landing the rocket in their room. We shoot almost 15 more rockets and about ‘none’ of them hit the target. Mission Rocket: failed.
Prithvi is waiting there infront of Nithin’s hostel with a smile, thats a special blend of sarcasm and success.
“wat was that?? 40 km/hr.. ” Prithvi
“that was the problem… the window pane was not moving at that speed” Me
“window pane @%#@##@@#%%” Prithvi
“didn’t get enough time to practice also” Me
“if you practiced you would have hit the birthday cake.. don’t prompt me tell something else” Prithvi, “oomm… his 40 km/hr… ”
I smiled at him with no reason to smile but to comfort him to stop insulting me. I was worried about tomorrow, how can I face Seetha, birthday baby?? and Lisa.. she is the one with whom we were discussing the plans from step 1. My cell starts vibrating, and thats Lisa,
1. should I pick it
2. or not??
Another dilemma, none named it, and so I call it ‘Dilemma: Mougly’. Without much statistical test results I made the decision, took the call. She didn’t say anything that I expected, but said its ok and said we have to celebrate her birthday tomorrow in a better way with a better plan. I said yes without a plan, hiding my diffidence tone from my words, because I was running out of plans and don’t have the courage to try something anew.
Got to bed, done my ‘daily gn sms’ing to my fav buddies, made peace with myself, thinking about the strategic management (SM) internals, again entered mode: ‘worried’, by the time sleep took my conscious and felt relieved; another escape from realities. Sleep, you know, it is such a marvelous friend to be with, when we are troubled or confused.
One more day, another soul entered my body. He just took control of my body as per the instruction set fed by my brain. I believe, each day I wake up with a new soul or we are switching souls between our bodies, so that everyone got a chance to experience everything in this world.
But I cant write beliefs in SM test. It needs some solid facts, and plans that are practiced, proved and printed in some fat junk books. Which one is better?? proved or seemed to be true strategies or unproved hypothesis that are real facts?? My questions are not considered by Bangalore University though I do consider their ‘dabba’ questions. Isn't it unfair??
so what?? you want justice or feel good??
No doubt, I will go for the later, feel good. Who want to be a hero when no body is watching.
bugger.. What is that mean??
Likely to say, there are NO KNOWN HEROs. Being a looser I strongly believe in this statement. Peace of mind dude.. that’s wat I am talking about.
I stuffed every thing in my bag and nothing in my head, routine search for the room keys and cycle keys along with the breakfast, everything done perfect, forgetting my blue pen and blue book for the test-paper, and started for the college. My cycle chain played music and my just-show-off brake levers danced and I pedaled hard to harmonize everything, also with an agenda to reach college on time.
I reached the examination hall. He equipped with everything and anything, copy-proof desk n chairs with Selvi Maam in-charge, and I am there with nothing inside my head and being ‘no-pen-no-blue book-guy’. And in my preliminary search I realized that bitter fact. Hiding my stupidity, I discovered my cell, that 4 and a half edged one, and giving a very intelligent pose made calls to ‘15 min late guys’ for blue book. To my surprise it sound ring ring, against the usual female voice telling its switched off or lost somewhere in the woods or something.
‘wat?? Blue book??’ K. J.
‘hmm athe.. (yea)’ me
‘small or big’ K. J.
‘no.. no.. the smallest… ’ Me
We have to think about our trees and greenery na, that why. Whats the point of writing SM or SineMa stories and made pity professors to read those BS in our customized spell check, better save it for the future. Let our kids too have blue books to write exams. ‘Save blue books for the future’, Do you support this movement?? I know you do, you care for nature and for your kids.
I didn’t waste a second and started waiting for the blue book, pretending the last minute study, and sincerely begging for a pen, pencil or a peace of coal was fine with me. Finally K. J. appeared with a blue book in his hand and a smile on his face. I searched for my seat where I am supposed to sit according to the roll no. But my eyes struck on a very attractive lady who seems to be praying, and I am quite sure she is not praying for the test, but not to get me next to her. She is my acting girl friend for the past one and half years, with or without her consent, I just made her my GF which she could not deny, as it questions her female courage or something.
And now, here, God was busy with something and didn’t listen to her desperate prayers.
“sh……… t… whats wrong with you… its not yours” Sumi
“who said?? you are mine.. my dreams.. ” me
“this seat.. its not yours” Sumi
“ok.. so, you are mine?? alright… thank you..” Me
“Hopeless..” Sumi
“not yet.. not me.. ” Me
ma’am made her classic comment on Cherian or somebody,
“hey you.. Cherian... don’t show your wrong answers to ladies.. ”
We welcomed that comedy with natural and artificial laughter, made some noise, so that we can communicate our half wrong answers in that slot. My dream girl is busy asking answers to everyone in side the hall except me and Ma’am. Not only my DG, everyone is busy asking answers and me just sat and relaxed; that caught her attention.
“Devan, why not writing.. ehh??” maam
or why not asking anything to anybody.. ‘the odd one out’..
you find me and I am out. Am the odd one here in two ways.. not writing anything and also without a pen.
“am thinking ma’am”
“get me a pen da.. please..” to Sumi, in a low voice.
She returned a look that communicated.. ‘pen??… me??.. ’ as if pen and my DG never get along. Mr. X lend me a pen that go for a strike on every 5 lines. But it need to strike only for 7 to 8 times in my blue book.
Once I started I could understand more things that one need to know in an exam hall. Pen and blue books are not the only things that we need in an exam hall, one need a question paper.
“ma’am.. question paper.. ”Enlightened me.
“you are here… inside exam hall… for 15 mins.. without a question paper..” excited ma’am.
“sorry ma’am” me.
“be sorry for yourself.. you got only 1hr 45 mins left” said ma’am. Given me a copy.
“thanks ma’am” Me
shortly I could realize more facts, that it was still early for me to collect that question paper. I could have collected it even after one hour and could complete the test at a margin of half an hour.
“hey.. question no 6th..” Sumi asking it to a genius sitting the front bench. and I know what he was doing last night and so I said to her,
“question no 18th”
“its case study dumbo.. use your imagination.. not your friends' ” Sumi
“18th contains the answer to 6th question” Me.
She gone through it and grinned at me communicating ‘thanks for the info, still you are a dumbo.. ’
“you are welcome.. ” Me.
Ma’am discovered something very interesting and started to me,
“You are Devan… rite?? Whats your number?” Me
“me.. 17 ma’am” Me
“Then you are not supposed to be sitting here..” Ma’am..
I gave a pose as if I just heard something very thoughtful and very new to my knowledge base. The class room laughed as if they are appreciating her discovery or desperate to laugh.
“Sir, please take your seat in the first row” sarcastically ma’am.
“hey sweety.. It won’t be long.. will be back.. miss you..” to Sumi..
“poda.. (get lost)” Sumi
With that I got promoted to the first bench from the third bench. I wrote and rewrote the answers, used active and passive voices, still saving fairly a large portion of my blue book for future punishment assignments, to be done in the same blue book.
After the exam we all got to monz’s place to celebrate Seetha’s birthday. We had cake, coke, candles, kusic n all kind of partying scraps.. am not basically a partying kind-a-guy, but its part of life and also I believed and respected that somebody who said, "homo sapiens are social animals". And at this age, with this kinda hormone levels and instincts, I don’t find it hard, but I am anxious about my life when I am 40 or 50 years old. “no.. no.. he is not just a jerk.. a holistic junk makeup..” , this will be the only possible sincere comment that a honest guy could ever make on me.
Please don’t laugh, because its on me.
Now Sumi need to reach her house as early as possible, before her dad got back from work. Prithvi don’t want to miss any part of the celebrations and told me to take her home.
I accepted the offer whole heartedly, but have genuine doubt whether she allows me to drop her. But she is such a practical lady that she even allows Veerappan to drop her as she needs to transport hers 55 kg flesh and bones to her kingdom 10 kms away. Thats it.
I kicked the bike with my cent percent energy and pretended to use just 10% of my force, because guys/ I always want to be a macho in front of the other gender, even though the guls are least bothered about it. I pretended 20% and then 40 and pretending 80%; then the bike, even without a heart but engine, felt pity on me start vibrating. She was about to climb the bike,
“one sided da..” me
“do you know how to ride?? huh..” Sumi
“see.. I don like girls sitting like that.. you know am from kerala” Me
“So what?? You dumbo..” Sumi
“typical kerala guys are different.. they have their style..” Me
“ok masterji.. better next time..” Sumi.
“next time or never??” Me.
“you can’t balance da.. ” Sumi
“upto you.. ”Me
She sat as she likes, leaving space for an invisible guy to sit between us. We just covered 50 meters and I asked her again, but without any hope,
“see.. da.. please.. ” Me
“ok.. stop the bike.. you can balance na.. am 55kg.” Sumi
“don’t worry.. I used to take my mom.. 65 kg.. ” Me
She just took 30 seconds to climb down and to sit side ways, still keeping that invisible guy between us. I messed up with the gear box for 15 more seconds and just geared it up. Now we are not riding, we are floating. I pictured ourselves in my mind and found so romantic,
“now see.. how romantic it is..” Me
“please be careful.. ” Sumi
“don worry da..” Me
“its so sweet of you da.. nobody took me on bike like this.. ” Sumi
“see.. only I could understand your heart.. ” Me
“umm.. venda mone..” Sumi
“ha.. ha.. can we elope and get married??.. ” Me
“now??” Sumi
“yea..” Me
“ok.. but register office might be closed by this time” Sumi
“No problem.. we can ride this night to kerala and tomorrow morning get married” me
“great plan.. but I have better plans.. Take me to my house.. #%@#%%” Sumi
“ha.. ha.. ” Me
After a short break,
"da.. do he really got a gun.."
"umm.. who?? my dad??" Sumi
"No.. My dad.." Me
"yep.. khhh.. technically its a pistol" Sumi
"okey.. " Me
Hope she didn't noticed the speedometer drops down, so do my joshometer. Quickly I switched to some other topics for no reason, but peace of mind. :-)
Then we started with some serious discussions, half bitching and half facts, that I can’t write. Though she neither need a guy like me nor like me, but she don’t want me to have a girl friend. It is really hard and wired, non-guys psychology.
We reached safely at some street where her sister was waiting for her. She introduced me to her and tried to pull my leg on some sms I send. We chat for 2 mins, mean while that invisible guy gone somewhere and i hate that guy. I returned to monz’s house without him to join the later part of the party.
We are waiting.. waiting for more birthdays… waiting for 'moments' to spice up our life..
It won’t be long baby.. will be back soon..
*****************************
Venue: KJC, UG block
“wat about collage??” Mathayi
“umm..” Sajith
“how to deliver it at 12??” K. J.
“good question..” Karadi
“lets tie it to the thread and tell them to lift it up.. cool ehh??” Cherian
“hmm.. umm.. am ready” Sajith
“wats a collage??” Arunan
That gone in thin air, and he didn’t make another try.
“collage.. its good.. good idea.. ehh..but we need to get print outs and all.. ”
monz
“ we need to select good photos..” Me
“ photos?? Whose photos?? ” Prithvi
“yours da.. your fat a**” Cherian
Prithvi grins and took a step back, “I was just making things clear..”
We can’t even laugh, coz he is capable of asking more ‘sensible questions’..
“I have good pictures of her in my laptop” Sajith
“ok.. go get it and come to Mathayis room” Me
“da.. we are going to Kamanahalli.. if you guys want something… ” Mathayi
“ok.. please wait.. lets make some plans.. ” Me
“umm.. we have to… done too much for Lisa’s birthday na.. she will expect
something” Sajith
“Seetha might be peeking to the ground from now itself to see we people working for her birthday celebrations.. ha.. ha.. ha.. ” Prithvi
We laughed for 5 seconds and started with the discussion, but Prithvi continued to laugh until we give him a serious look, signal for him to stop jerking his tummy.
“wat about shooting paper rockets to her room from the ground..”Me
“paper rockets?? Will it reach?? Window is too high??” K. J.
“we can shoot with rubber band” Me
“da.. are you serious??” Arunan
“am not Prithvi.. ok??” Me
“anthappa.. everything is not that easy as cycling.. ” Prithvi
“see.. its easy da.. I will show you how.. ” Me
“please tell some workable plans.. ” Prithvi
“you don know me… I used to land paper rockets on a bus speeding at 70.. umm.. no.. no.. 40 KM/hr” Me
“fort…. Forty kilometer… gheehh…” Prithvi
“but the distance.. its too far.. that window.. and.. ” Arunan
“and shooting rockets at ladies hostel at midnight…not a good idea ” monz
“anyway don forget to wear underwear.. ok?? Might be useful at police station” Karadi
“is it a self talk or wat??” Cherian
“we are shooting it from outside na?? wats the big deal” I said “Mathayi, get me some rubber bands.. please don forget..ok??”
“hmm.. ok” Mathayi and smiled at Arunan “and color of chart sheet??”
“chart sheet.. for wat??” Prithvi. He proves it again and again.
“black or some dark colors” Cherian
“no da.. we are taking color printouts, so better white..” Karadi
Karadis bike starts roaring with Mathayi and Arunan on top.
Prithvi and Sajith already left to buy cake and chocolates for Prajyothi hostel, our dream land. ;-) that’s not our contribution, but just doing the logistics part for their celebrations.
Time: 8:30 pm
Mathayi’s and K. J.’s room
Only me and K. J. are there in the room; forgetting the ants, termites and some spiders, big and small. We really like to spend time together, but not in class rooms, don know the reason for that. May be our subconscious mind pine for more friends or more attention than just ‘Devan’ or ‘K. J.’, as both of us are not celebrities. But not we are busy, busy in our duties.
Am busy making the rockets and K. J. busy asking me all ‘udayippu questions’, made me think about trying IAS or something if I could answer him convincingly.
“do you think it will reach??.. I doubt” K. J.
“I don’t; only if you don’t have another question” Me
“am not concerned about your bloody rockets, but the image of MBAs” K. J.
“don worry baby, we don have any” Me.
I really want to talk him about the non-logical part of doing things, thats what people without brains always do, and some other brainless creatures value or appreciate it, and that moments constitutes somebody called something, life, is all about; than just sequence of thoughts. This time he seems to be more aggressive than me, because he got more reason for his pointless point, and I don’t.
By the time, Sajith entered with cake for our ‘sisters’. He kept it on the table and went outside. Me and K. J. given a smile, communicated everything at the moment, with one heart and one goal, forgetting each and every fight we had, with deep understanding went for a cherry hunt. Unfortunately it was not garnished with cherries, may be the baker might foreseen guys like us; wrapping up the cake I said to K. J.,
“cherries are not good for health.”
“is it?” K. J
“for the time being.”
Sajith is back with thread and with some rubber band in his hand. We set out to our dreamland with rockets for the test flight, accidently the raw material for the rocket was Mathayi’s resume . I took a short break from my IAS test paper and climbed Prithvi’s bike. We four people, Prithvi’s tummy, his a**, Sajith and me; put that 100cc in confusion, but soon focused on his job and pulled us away. Jane was waiting for us at the hostel gate to collect the cake and the thread.
Reaching the hostel gate, I took my rocket with great pride and aimed at her window. Now I have three audience, watching eagerly to see my rocket hitting her window pane, stretched the rubber band to the max and dropped, it flew like Agni to hit on junior’s bathroom vent. Though the flight was unsuccessful I gained enough confidence that I could make it at 12 O’ clock.
‘practice makes man perfect’ somewhere I read and so we went back and started practicing. Sajith and Me was shooting at some branches of tree and find ourselves improving each time. We congratulated ourselves and continued to practice.
Is there somebody said something like ‘practice makes man forget’. If not, I am telling it now, we forgot about the collage. The guys who were sent to buy chart sheet, were busy shopping a salvar for her. We were busy practicing rocket launching, and the rest were busy with something else. Thus the ‘mission: Collage’ remained in our thoughts.
After enough practicing with A4 sheet, it seems to be so heavy to fly. So we took a notebook and took pages from it. It gives more accuracy and ease of flight, and we are delighted with the performance of our rockets. K. J. was devising new methods of shooting, to some extend he was also successful but he was not feeling well and so couldn’t join us to the plot from where we are going to wish her birthday.
Time :11.30pm
Mathayi’s and K. J's room again.
Arunan and Mathayi is back with a Salvar to gift her from their side. They were afraid to tell us its price, as they know we will poke them to death. They were half right, we poke them but not to death. The rest of us, being non-materialistic and spiritual, are there with no-salvar and abundant blessing in our heart for her.
“da.. its time to wish her.. lets move.” Prithvi
“umm..umm.. ahh” Sajith
Me and Sajith busy making rockets, and K. J. writing “happy birthday Seetha” on them. He really want to make things more funny with pet names and all, but we were censoring each and every rocket comes out from the final stage of production.
“macha.. lets make it a bit spicy da… its will be fun” K. J.
“but I never heard anything funny happened inside principal’s office” Sajith
“wat??” K. J.
“once we got caught buddy” Me
“but am not coming” K. J.
“and you won’t have any proof for that tomorrow” Mathayi
K. J. gives him a half-way smile, that communicated something that non-roomates can’t understand. May be its nothing, may be its everything; that’s K. J..
Bikes become noisy and my cycle didn’t make a sound but waited for me to pedal it. I called up Jetty and Rajanna to join us as we don’t have permission to enter that plot from where we can see their window. Jetty and Rajanna could speak kannada and could defend ourselves.. hopefully.
Its 11.55pm, Arunan called her up and we started singing,
“happy birthday to you……………..”
Then me and Sajith took our bows and arrows and started firing… our rockets flew in all directions but none towards their window panes. Some of them hit tin sheets at the fence and made sounds, but not so loud. But dogs started barking, and they were loud enough to make the entire hostel aware of our presence. Except me and Arunan, everyone were leaving the scene, but we can’t do that. I don’t know the reason with Arunan, but I can’t return because Prithvi is there waiting to hear my 40 km/hr bus story. I have to prove my abilities and there is no other way than landing the rocket in their room. We shoot almost 15 more rockets and about ‘none’ of them hit the target. Mission Rocket: failed.
Prithvi is waiting there infront of Nithin’s hostel with a smile, thats a special blend of sarcasm and success.
“wat was that?? 40 km/hr.. ” Prithvi
“that was the problem… the window pane was not moving at that speed” Me
“window pane @%#@##@@#%%” Prithvi
“didn’t get enough time to practice also” Me
“if you practiced you would have hit the birthday cake.. don’t prompt me tell something else” Prithvi, “oomm… his 40 km/hr… ”
I smiled at him with no reason to smile but to comfort him to stop insulting me. I was worried about tomorrow, how can I face Seetha, birthday baby?? and Lisa.. she is the one with whom we were discussing the plans from step 1. My cell starts vibrating, and thats Lisa,
1. should I pick it
2. or not??
Another dilemma, none named it, and so I call it ‘Dilemma: Mougly’. Without much statistical test results I made the decision, took the call. She didn’t say anything that I expected, but said its ok and said we have to celebrate her birthday tomorrow in a better way with a better plan. I said yes without a plan, hiding my diffidence tone from my words, because I was running out of plans and don’t have the courage to try something anew.
Got to bed, done my ‘daily gn sms’ing to my fav buddies, made peace with myself, thinking about the strategic management (SM) internals, again entered mode: ‘worried’, by the time sleep took my conscious and felt relieved; another escape from realities. Sleep, you know, it is such a marvelous friend to be with, when we are troubled or confused.
One more day, another soul entered my body. He just took control of my body as per the instruction set fed by my brain. I believe, each day I wake up with a new soul or we are switching souls between our bodies, so that everyone got a chance to experience everything in this world.
But I cant write beliefs in SM test. It needs some solid facts, and plans that are practiced, proved and printed in some fat junk books. Which one is better?? proved or seemed to be true strategies or unproved hypothesis that are real facts?? My questions are not considered by Bangalore University though I do consider their ‘dabba’ questions. Isn't it unfair??
so what?? you want justice or feel good??
No doubt, I will go for the later, feel good. Who want to be a hero when no body is watching.
bugger.. What is that mean??
Likely to say, there are NO KNOWN HEROs. Being a looser I strongly believe in this statement. Peace of mind dude.. that’s wat I am talking about.
I stuffed every thing in my bag and nothing in my head, routine search for the room keys and cycle keys along with the breakfast, everything done perfect, forgetting my blue pen and blue book for the test-paper, and started for the college. My cycle chain played music and my just-show-off brake levers danced and I pedaled hard to harmonize everything, also with an agenda to reach college on time.
I reached the examination hall. He equipped with everything and anything, copy-proof desk n chairs with Selvi Maam in-charge, and I am there with nothing inside my head and being ‘no-pen-no-blue book-guy’. And in my preliminary search I realized that bitter fact. Hiding my stupidity, I discovered my cell, that 4 and a half edged one, and giving a very intelligent pose made calls to ‘15 min late guys’ for blue book. To my surprise it sound ring ring, against the usual female voice telling its switched off or lost somewhere in the woods or something.
‘wat?? Blue book??’ K. J.
‘hmm athe.. (yea)’ me
‘small or big’ K. J.
‘no.. no.. the smallest… ’ Me
We have to think about our trees and greenery na, that why. Whats the point of writing SM or SineMa stories and made pity professors to read those BS in our customized spell check, better save it for the future. Let our kids too have blue books to write exams. ‘Save blue books for the future’, Do you support this movement?? I know you do, you care for nature and for your kids.
I didn’t waste a second and started waiting for the blue book, pretending the last minute study, and sincerely begging for a pen, pencil or a peace of coal was fine with me. Finally K. J. appeared with a blue book in his hand and a smile on his face. I searched for my seat where I am supposed to sit according to the roll no. But my eyes struck on a very attractive lady who seems to be praying, and I am quite sure she is not praying for the test, but not to get me next to her. She is my acting girl friend for the past one and half years, with or without her consent, I just made her my GF which she could not deny, as it questions her female courage or something.
And now, here, God was busy with something and didn’t listen to her desperate prayers.
“sh……… t… whats wrong with you… its not yours” Sumi
“who said?? you are mine.. my dreams.. ” me
“this seat.. its not yours” Sumi
“ok.. so, you are mine?? alright… thank you..” Me
“Hopeless..” Sumi
“not yet.. not me.. ” Me
ma’am made her classic comment on Cherian or somebody,
“hey you.. Cherian... don’t show your wrong answers to ladies.. ”
We welcomed that comedy with natural and artificial laughter, made some noise, so that we can communicate our half wrong answers in that slot. My dream girl is busy asking answers to everyone in side the hall except me and Ma’am. Not only my DG, everyone is busy asking answers and me just sat and relaxed; that caught her attention.
“Devan, why not writing.. ehh??” maam
or why not asking anything to anybody.. ‘the odd one out’..
you find me and I am out. Am the odd one here in two ways.. not writing anything and also without a pen.
“am thinking ma’am”
“get me a pen da.. please..” to Sumi, in a low voice.
She returned a look that communicated.. ‘pen??… me??.. ’ as if pen and my DG never get along. Mr. X lend me a pen that go for a strike on every 5 lines. But it need to strike only for 7 to 8 times in my blue book.
Once I started I could understand more things that one need to know in an exam hall. Pen and blue books are not the only things that we need in an exam hall, one need a question paper.
“ma’am.. question paper.. ”Enlightened me.
“you are here… inside exam hall… for 15 mins.. without a question paper..” excited ma’am.
“sorry ma’am” me.
“be sorry for yourself.. you got only 1hr 45 mins left” said ma’am. Given me a copy.
“thanks ma’am” Me
shortly I could realize more facts, that it was still early for me to collect that question paper. I could have collected it even after one hour and could complete the test at a margin of half an hour.
“hey.. question no 6th..” Sumi asking it to a genius sitting the front bench. and I know what he was doing last night and so I said to her,
“question no 18th”
“its case study dumbo.. use your imagination.. not your friends' ” Sumi
“18th contains the answer to 6th question” Me.
She gone through it and grinned at me communicating ‘thanks for the info, still you are a dumbo.. ’
“you are welcome.. ” Me.
Ma’am discovered something very interesting and started to me,
“You are Devan… rite?? Whats your number?” Me
“me.. 17 ma’am” Me
“Then you are not supposed to be sitting here..” Ma’am..
I gave a pose as if I just heard something very thoughtful and very new to my knowledge base. The class room laughed as if they are appreciating her discovery or desperate to laugh.
“Sir, please take your seat in the first row” sarcastically ma’am.
“hey sweety.. It won’t be long.. will be back.. miss you..” to Sumi..
“poda.. (get lost)” Sumi
With that I got promoted to the first bench from the third bench. I wrote and rewrote the answers, used active and passive voices, still saving fairly a large portion of my blue book for future punishment assignments, to be done in the same blue book.
After the exam we all got to monz’s place to celebrate Seetha’s birthday. We had cake, coke, candles, kusic n all kind of partying scraps.. am not basically a partying kind-a-guy, but its part of life and also I believed and respected that somebody who said, "homo sapiens are social animals". And at this age, with this kinda hormone levels and instincts, I don’t find it hard, but I am anxious about my life when I am 40 or 50 years old. “no.. no.. he is not just a jerk.. a holistic junk makeup..” , this will be the only possible sincere comment that a honest guy could ever make on me.
Please don’t laugh, because its on me.
Now Sumi need to reach her house as early as possible, before her dad got back from work. Prithvi don’t want to miss any part of the celebrations and told me to take her home.
I accepted the offer whole heartedly, but have genuine doubt whether she allows me to drop her. But she is such a practical lady that she even allows Veerappan to drop her as she needs to transport hers 55 kg flesh and bones to her kingdom 10 kms away. Thats it.
I kicked the bike with my cent percent energy and pretended to use just 10% of my force, because guys/ I always want to be a macho in front of the other gender, even though the guls are least bothered about it. I pretended 20% and then 40 and pretending 80%; then the bike, even without a heart but engine, felt pity on me start vibrating. She was about to climb the bike,
“one sided da..” me
“do you know how to ride?? huh..” Sumi
“see.. I don like girls sitting like that.. you know am from kerala” Me
“So what?? You dumbo..” Sumi
“typical kerala guys are different.. they have their style..” Me
“ok masterji.. better next time..” Sumi.
“next time or never??” Me.
“you can’t balance da.. ” Sumi
“upto you.. ”Me
She sat as she likes, leaving space for an invisible guy to sit between us. We just covered 50 meters and I asked her again, but without any hope,
“see.. da.. please.. ” Me
“ok.. stop the bike.. you can balance na.. am 55kg.” Sumi
“don’t worry.. I used to take my mom.. 65 kg.. ” Me
She just took 30 seconds to climb down and to sit side ways, still keeping that invisible guy between us. I messed up with the gear box for 15 more seconds and just geared it up. Now we are not riding, we are floating. I pictured ourselves in my mind and found so romantic,
“now see.. how romantic it is..” Me
“please be careful.. ” Sumi
“don worry da..” Me
“its so sweet of you da.. nobody took me on bike like this.. ” Sumi
“see.. only I could understand your heart.. ” Me
“umm.. venda mone..” Sumi
“ha.. ha.. can we elope and get married??.. ” Me
“now??” Sumi
“yea..” Me
“ok.. but register office might be closed by this time” Sumi
“No problem.. we can ride this night to kerala and tomorrow morning get married” me
“great plan.. but I have better plans.. Take me to my house.. #%@#%%” Sumi
“ha.. ha.. ” Me
After a short break,
"da.. do he really got a gun.."
"umm.. who?? my dad??" Sumi
"No.. My dad.." Me
"yep.. khhh.. technically its a pistol" Sumi
"okey.. " Me
Hope she didn't noticed the speedometer drops down, so do my joshometer. Quickly I switched to some other topics for no reason, but peace of mind. :-)
Then we started with some serious discussions, half bitching and half facts, that I can’t write. Though she neither need a guy like me nor like me, but she don’t want me to have a girl friend. It is really hard and wired, non-guys psychology.
We reached safely at some street where her sister was waiting for her. She introduced me to her and tried to pull my leg on some sms I send. We chat for 2 mins, mean while that invisible guy gone somewhere and i hate that guy. I returned to monz’s house without him to join the later part of the party.
We are waiting.. waiting for more birthdays… waiting for 'moments' to spice up our life..
It won’t be long baby.. will be back soon..
*****************************
Thursday, December 9, 2010
Delhi Trip
“what kind of person you are?”
“am not sure.. may be am not even a person”
“you are not a person… then who you are?”
“I don’t know.”
“you don’t know.. then how you know that you don’t know that”
I remained silent. Beause I don’t know the answer and I don’t want to lie or to be a fool further.
“if you are not a person, you don’t even exist.. if you don’t exist, how you are there in other’s thoughts and become a part of it?? I need an answer as long as you exist, you owe to give me an answer”
Am in trouble… am in agony…
Escape.
Beep.. beep.. its 6:30am.. I got an escape from reality, can be said, to some teeny tweeny world where am a visitor. Myself exiled for 9 days to visit capital of India from its IT capital. Our principal and our HOD call it as ‘Industrial trip’ and we are interested only in the later part of it, ‘TRIP’.
My cell rings, the cell that is on sale for Rs.150, the cell that got ‘airy’ as its ring tone, the cell that got a scratch on its 4th corner on its way to make the 5th corner. It doesn’t matter, but it still rings. That matters. It wrote something like ‘K Anthu.’(its KJC Anthu)
It started to speak to me, “hello da”, instead of ‘hello hero’, that strikes me odd. That means a lot. That means something important that need to be conveyed. If only I had an IQ of 140 or above, I could have interpreted that he changed his plan and coming with us. Both facts remained the same, 1. I don’t have that premium levels of IQ and 2. He is ON for the trip. He fixed his personal problems and ready to accompany us. He is good at fixing problems, either humane or electronic, both ways he is good at fixing them.
By default I have to keep it as a secret. Secret for 5 hours. What? It is not that he plan a terrorist attack or something, he is coming with us for the industrial trip. Simplest guy with complex-est problems; I should say, the must meet guy, the coolest of the lot; and I mean it.
I packed up everything putting tick mark against each item in myself prepared ‘things to pack’ list. Items include my 5-inch 5-kg shoes, inners with and without colors, informal formals etc. I took bath and emptied my intestine in such a way that I don’t have to use the latrine over those rails under any circumstances. I call it as ‘non-cooperation movement’ against those dirty cabins in those metal cages.
Again it started ‘airy’ing to me.
I fought back, “enthamma? ” (tell me mom)
“athe.. mone……. ” the typical kerala mom’s long advice mixed up with little bit emotions here and there like coconut crunch in puttu, in essence, ‘don’t take risk’ as if I am going for a war or something. In other words, it sounds to me as “never try to make your own world or your world big.” I could feel what she feels at that moment, but can’t buy those for myself as I don’t have that unsecure feeling. Please don’t blame me for that, blame my age, blame my gender, blame those hormones in my veins, technically it is in arteries. I wish the second gender with more confidence and secure feeling, so that the next generation will be more confident and assured. For each and every mom, their kids are the most innocent and fragile ones in this world, and everyone in their twenties think that they are the toughest in the lot. It is known as ‘sasi’s conflict’.
After that my door starts knocking, of course not electronically because there is no door bell, but some calories are converted into sound energy, calorie source is pathros ettan, our cook. Of course he is not there with food as there is no room service in our ‘PG: Daridravilasam’, but he came with a coupon book, its for some ‘saint’ named church. I don’t want to give money for the church for two very reasonable reasons, firstly, most of the churches are bigger than my house; secondly, I am very stingy. Even if you have points against my first reason, you have to agree with my second reason. While he was telling me about the proposed location for the church and its activities, I was peeping into the coupon book to find out the figure in a black star, because depending on that figure there will be a proportional loss of weight to my wallet even before starting our trip. Though logically and stingycally I am damn against this system of giving money to church, I like pathros ettan for his innocence and calmness, made my purse open at 180 degrees at the loss of a polished head.
I could hear chindu shouting at Stibin for something, here something means nothing. Sometimes he used to shout for that thing. Locking my empire I marched towards their kingdom. To my surprise their shelves were kept neat and tidy, as they were empty without cloths, also they decorated the floor as Jerusalem people done to welcome Jesus. Stibin is still in ‘mode: Confusion’ that to take a ‘small bag and a big bag’ or ‘two big bags’ or some ‘God only knows’ combinations of big and small bags. I kept silent as I don’t have a solution to offer him except a glass of milk for myself. Then there was all kind of processes like ironing, folding, sorting, spraying, breakfasting… finally we are done with everything that we can do in the morning except suryanamaskar.
We started for the college.
Peee…peeee.. Surprise.
That’s Edpaul sir’s bike horn. We are surprised not because that 10 year old horn is still working but we never expected him at our PG gate. I thought the call is for Chindu as he is the trip coordinator, but he pointed at me to help him with his luggage. Am still not sure why he recruited me for that job, may be because my that part is small compared to chindu’s big boot space, need less space on his bike seat, that might be my USP. Its not jack or fat but a small one.
I have huge respect for this guy called Edpaul sir (Eddy). He is the ‘multi tasker’ of our college, the name given by our super seniors, he co-ordinates each and every events in our college. Rajanna, Nathan, champak and me call him Eddy. Biologically speaking, he got one head and two hands, but in effect it is 10 heads and 20 hands. He is cent percent committed to our institution. I really want to be like him, but not as a finance professor. Even though I sat/slept in many of his classes and written more impositions, one doubt remains unsolved, ‘why Eddy got married?’ I don’t have the courage to ask him about this for the time being. Want to know something; there is something common between Eddy and me, so called assets. Both of us have something polished and black, my shoes and his hair. Both of us lavishly spend hours polishing our assets.
Hey, this married Eddy is still waiting at our PG gate.
“am coming saaar,”
I am always with a sweet smile and helping hand whenever my teachers ask me for help, but it is not the same with all organisms I interact with, I will input those requests into my grey matter and process it, analyzing the pros and cons of the act and make a decision. What kind of person am I? am not sure about my species.
Anyway, nobody is perfect, am not that nobody.
After keeping my stuffs safe inside my PG, I sprinted towards his bike and we set for his house. On our way back to college, three of us shared his bike seat equally, 20 centimeters each, me, eddy and his suit case.
By 10:30am we reached the college, me, Stibin and Chindu. We called up people and they responded to our disturbances like this,
“ok..ok.. ok.. we are on our way.”
On their way to bathroom or what… God knows.
We stood there with our heavy luggage in our hands and kg-kid kinda pride in our hearts to reach the college first. My eyes just caught somebody called Fathima, she is not coming with us. She smiled at me the same way I done to her, assuming we both have same number of teeth. She is kind of reserved person made me feel more privileged talking to her, as if am talking to Arundathi Roy or something. This time she took that box with her, and started reading the first letter from it.
“deenu, Nobody came today, am the only person here to follow the rules.”
Am not sure that is a complaint or something else. Is she expecting some awards for her act? Or do she have our kg-kinda pride in her heart too?? Am not sure and so I replied something that not even make sense to myself. Why am I doing all these, am talking a lot of nonsense these days, being something that I am not is the worst part, the only reason for my nonsense behavior is my blue cap, will explain it later. But when it comes as a survival means, its acceptable. Because bread comes before principles in those priority lists as well as in my dictionary.
It starts drizzling, as a matter of fact for boys it is shameful to carry an umbrella to the college than get wet. ‘Wet guys always gives that macho looks and all’, this statement is supported by my second gender friends. My friends showed themselves with and without that shameful thing. But I don’t have a name list to tick who are without macho and with macho, or with umbrella and without umbrella; because I am suspended from my somekinda job for 9 days, by myself.
Damini was there chatting with two girls, who are strangers to me, but not to her. Damini introduced them to me as her room-mate and hostel-mate, to my relief both were keralites. I spoke to them in my pure manglish and in Malayalam. I said, she is the most sensible girl in our class or something and want to talk more, but I didn’t. I am nervous, because you know, still I am that typical kerala guy, fragile son, who took very little risk and keep his world smaller as possible.
We went to invite our principal, Pious-Reji-Siva sirs and Selvi maam for the prayers. They wished us happy journey and safe return and we promised them regular updates of our trip in return.
Our Principal said, “wherever you go, Be Jayathians.”
That means a lot, we can’t do that thing, we can’t do the other thing also, not even….. we have an another question in our mind, then why should we go??... there are a lot of answers and some questions… questions and answers are not matching… and so we are going… we are out….
We started towards our college bus, there were trolleys, there were suit cases, there were laptop bags, all kinda stuffs to pack our stuffs. We arranged them in the trunk of our bus the way trunk piled for a camp fire. In our college, MBAs are known for perfection but not for these kind of blue collar jobs. Here I really felt robots are better than humans for perfection in any work. ‘Yanthiran effect’ in my thoughts.. hmm.
Somebody turned something in clockwise direction that turns us into vibration mode. Our college bus started to move. Our high pitched “settle down please” and taking the head count ceremony are there by default. A long journey starts with a single step, here it starts with a simple revolution of bargained and proudly delivered MRF tyres. There is a long story on these MRF tyres told by our KJC Kotler, tell you later.
“Something great is going to happen in these nine days.” Everybody believed in this unwritten statement and kept it as a secret as though we believe in Satan or in some black magic. Hope drags our thoughts and directed our words and actions, because there are people committed, non-committed, semi-committed, on their way to break the commitment… all kinds of people, but with common objective to be happy. Everybody tries to be good to others as a part of creating a positive environment to milk the cow of happiness. Those milky smiles on everybody’s face provides my heart with less vicious&viscous liquids, that put my heart-beat rhythmic.
Taking pit stops to collect our friends on our way, we reached the railway station at 12.30pm. I don’t know whats wrong with the sky, might be jealous of us, it started crying or _eeing, am not sure about it, but we got drenched for sure. A very few of us, guys, have that shameful thing with us. we offered our Umbrella service to guys praying they would reject it and helped the other gender whole heartedly. It taught me the fact that, “it is a blessing to share an umbrella with the opposite gender and a curse to share it with the same kind”. It is called ‘Mann-mark theory’.
Neenu, the coolest girl in our class, stood there with two people, the same way strangers to me, but mother and brother to her. She introduced me to them as her class-mate and I was about to talk about neenu as the most popular girl in the class and her numerous jokes, she said, “ok dinu, nee nadanno..” (you can leave)
“illa, njan paranju kazhinjilla.” (no, am not done.) said it in my mind and pumped blood to my feet.
Do this stupid girl got sixth sense?.. may be she predicted my behavior from her past experiences. May be experiences taught her lessons that many Ph.d valas could not do. She played a typical kerala girl for ten more minutes and then started with the “what the hell…..” dialogues as they have left.
We took the head count of people, not discriminating them on ‘with or without hairs’ OR ‘with or without brains’, and marched towards our respective platform and coach number. By the time the awaited guy came whistling and dragging those metal cages as a kid who got a new whistle. After doing all kind of show-offs with his pipe he paced down to match our pace, zero km per hour. Then, we ran with our luggage to get into the train as if it is the last chariot to heaven or something. Soap, cheep, cheap t-shirts, everything and anything accompanied us to our heavens, heaven with tri-colored flag.
Our bags placed next to each other under the seat the same way we were sitting on the seat. The only, difference is, we can move and they cannot. There are many other things that we can do that bags cannot, we can chat with each other, we can act like samosa valas, we can fight for window seats, we can take lunch and so many.
Its lunch time. There was something that altered our cheese spread lips a bit straight, our tour operator will be catering food only from the dinner. We took that in a sports manz spirit and sprinted for the lunch outside. We shared, stole, tested and done everything possible with the railway food. Even then, our Mathayi’s cup noodles is not yet cooked. 90 percent of the noodles find its way out while checking it. cooked or not, by the 51 testers. Uncooked Mathayi is wearing something, ‘something worth doing is worth undoing’ t-shirt kept my mind occupied with things that I could do if am not going for the trip, and recalled the recently updated ‘cold feet’ phrase. I don’t know why am so crazy about things that will never do, but plans and thinks a lot about it. These thoughts sounds like an enemy to my new mission of reducing the gap between thoughts and action, taking away the laziness and carelessness sandwiched between them. I call it as ‘mission: BUS’. (BUS means Beat-Up the Sandwich)
While I was roaming around, Prasoon ran to me and asked,
“where can I do a single purpose?”
“you can use our train’s toilet.” totally ignorant me
“it is against the law to do it in static train. I can’t do it.”
Taking that extra risk I confessed,
“I done it just 2 mins before.”
And I expected him sue me for that. Surprise!! He replied inhaling some pride in and exhaling something in a searching tone,
“where can I find a moving train?… ”
No surprise, he is a true ‘Jayathian’.
That big boy with loud whistle again started with his show-off activities. This time he is about to leave it seems. We all once again rushed into his metal cages. We sat there like trapped parrots making every sound that we can, but not trying to fly.
The wheels cuts the radians and the train started sliding on the rails, and our dreams floats in the breeze without the body that trapped in these cages… exactly I don know how to conclude or stop this, am lazy to write more.
We spent the eight more days in milking our cows of happiness. I will be reporting on it if time permits.
Thanks for your time
- Anthappan
“am not sure.. may be am not even a person”
“you are not a person… then who you are?”
“I don’t know.”
“you don’t know.. then how you know that you don’t know that”
I remained silent. Beause I don’t know the answer and I don’t want to lie or to be a fool further.
“if you are not a person, you don’t even exist.. if you don’t exist, how you are there in other’s thoughts and become a part of it?? I need an answer as long as you exist, you owe to give me an answer”
Am in trouble… am in agony…
Escape.
Beep.. beep.. its 6:30am.. I got an escape from reality, can be said, to some teeny tweeny world where am a visitor. Myself exiled for 9 days to visit capital of India from its IT capital. Our principal and our HOD call it as ‘Industrial trip’ and we are interested only in the later part of it, ‘TRIP’.
My cell rings, the cell that is on sale for Rs.150, the cell that got ‘airy’ as its ring tone, the cell that got a scratch on its 4th corner on its way to make the 5th corner. It doesn’t matter, but it still rings. That matters. It wrote something like ‘K Anthu.’(its KJC Anthu)
It started to speak to me, “hello da”, instead of ‘hello hero’, that strikes me odd. That means a lot. That means something important that need to be conveyed. If only I had an IQ of 140 or above, I could have interpreted that he changed his plan and coming with us. Both facts remained the same, 1. I don’t have that premium levels of IQ and 2. He is ON for the trip. He fixed his personal problems and ready to accompany us. He is good at fixing problems, either humane or electronic, both ways he is good at fixing them.
By default I have to keep it as a secret. Secret for 5 hours. What? It is not that he plan a terrorist attack or something, he is coming with us for the industrial trip. Simplest guy with complex-est problems; I should say, the must meet guy, the coolest of the lot; and I mean it.
I packed up everything putting tick mark against each item in myself prepared ‘things to pack’ list. Items include my 5-inch 5-kg shoes, inners with and without colors, informal formals etc. I took bath and emptied my intestine in such a way that I don’t have to use the latrine over those rails under any circumstances. I call it as ‘non-cooperation movement’ against those dirty cabins in those metal cages.
Again it started ‘airy’ing to me.
I fought back, “enthamma? ” (tell me mom)
“athe.. mone……. ” the typical kerala mom’s long advice mixed up with little bit emotions here and there like coconut crunch in puttu, in essence, ‘don’t take risk’ as if I am going for a war or something. In other words, it sounds to me as “never try to make your own world or your world big.” I could feel what she feels at that moment, but can’t buy those for myself as I don’t have that unsecure feeling. Please don’t blame me for that, blame my age, blame my gender, blame those hormones in my veins, technically it is in arteries. I wish the second gender with more confidence and secure feeling, so that the next generation will be more confident and assured. For each and every mom, their kids are the most innocent and fragile ones in this world, and everyone in their twenties think that they are the toughest in the lot. It is known as ‘sasi’s conflict’.
After that my door starts knocking, of course not electronically because there is no door bell, but some calories are converted into sound energy, calorie source is pathros ettan, our cook. Of course he is not there with food as there is no room service in our ‘PG: Daridravilasam’, but he came with a coupon book, its for some ‘saint’ named church. I don’t want to give money for the church for two very reasonable reasons, firstly, most of the churches are bigger than my house; secondly, I am very stingy. Even if you have points against my first reason, you have to agree with my second reason. While he was telling me about the proposed location for the church and its activities, I was peeping into the coupon book to find out the figure in a black star, because depending on that figure there will be a proportional loss of weight to my wallet even before starting our trip. Though logically and stingycally I am damn against this system of giving money to church, I like pathros ettan for his innocence and calmness, made my purse open at 180 degrees at the loss of a polished head.
I could hear chindu shouting at Stibin for something, here something means nothing. Sometimes he used to shout for that thing. Locking my empire I marched towards their kingdom. To my surprise their shelves were kept neat and tidy, as they were empty without cloths, also they decorated the floor as Jerusalem people done to welcome Jesus. Stibin is still in ‘mode: Confusion’ that to take a ‘small bag and a big bag’ or ‘two big bags’ or some ‘God only knows’ combinations of big and small bags. I kept silent as I don’t have a solution to offer him except a glass of milk for myself. Then there was all kind of processes like ironing, folding, sorting, spraying, breakfasting… finally we are done with everything that we can do in the morning except suryanamaskar.
We started for the college.
Peee…peeee.. Surprise.
That’s Edpaul sir’s bike horn. We are surprised not because that 10 year old horn is still working but we never expected him at our PG gate. I thought the call is for Chindu as he is the trip coordinator, but he pointed at me to help him with his luggage. Am still not sure why he recruited me for that job, may be because my that part is small compared to chindu’s big boot space, need less space on his bike seat, that might be my USP. Its not jack or fat but a small one.
I have huge respect for this guy called Edpaul sir (Eddy). He is the ‘multi tasker’ of our college, the name given by our super seniors, he co-ordinates each and every events in our college. Rajanna, Nathan, champak and me call him Eddy. Biologically speaking, he got one head and two hands, but in effect it is 10 heads and 20 hands. He is cent percent committed to our institution. I really want to be like him, but not as a finance professor. Even though I sat/slept in many of his classes and written more impositions, one doubt remains unsolved, ‘why Eddy got married?’ I don’t have the courage to ask him about this for the time being. Want to know something; there is something common between Eddy and me, so called assets. Both of us have something polished and black, my shoes and his hair. Both of us lavishly spend hours polishing our assets.
Hey, this married Eddy is still waiting at our PG gate.
“am coming saaar,”
I am always with a sweet smile and helping hand whenever my teachers ask me for help, but it is not the same with all organisms I interact with, I will input those requests into my grey matter and process it, analyzing the pros and cons of the act and make a decision. What kind of person am I? am not sure about my species.
Anyway, nobody is perfect, am not that nobody.
After keeping my stuffs safe inside my PG, I sprinted towards his bike and we set for his house. On our way back to college, three of us shared his bike seat equally, 20 centimeters each, me, eddy and his suit case.
By 10:30am we reached the college, me, Stibin and Chindu. We called up people and they responded to our disturbances like this,
“ok..ok.. ok.. we are on our way.”
On their way to bathroom or what… God knows.
We stood there with our heavy luggage in our hands and kg-kid kinda pride in our hearts to reach the college first. My eyes just caught somebody called Fathima, she is not coming with us. She smiled at me the same way I done to her, assuming we both have same number of teeth. She is kind of reserved person made me feel more privileged talking to her, as if am talking to Arundathi Roy or something. This time she took that box with her, and started reading the first letter from it.
“deenu, Nobody came today, am the only person here to follow the rules.”
Am not sure that is a complaint or something else. Is she expecting some awards for her act? Or do she have our kg-kinda pride in her heart too?? Am not sure and so I replied something that not even make sense to myself. Why am I doing all these, am talking a lot of nonsense these days, being something that I am not is the worst part, the only reason for my nonsense behavior is my blue cap, will explain it later. But when it comes as a survival means, its acceptable. Because bread comes before principles in those priority lists as well as in my dictionary.
It starts drizzling, as a matter of fact for boys it is shameful to carry an umbrella to the college than get wet. ‘Wet guys always gives that macho looks and all’, this statement is supported by my second gender friends. My friends showed themselves with and without that shameful thing. But I don’t have a name list to tick who are without macho and with macho, or with umbrella and without umbrella; because I am suspended from my somekinda job for 9 days, by myself.
Damini was there chatting with two girls, who are strangers to me, but not to her. Damini introduced them to me as her room-mate and hostel-mate, to my relief both were keralites. I spoke to them in my pure manglish and in Malayalam. I said, she is the most sensible girl in our class or something and want to talk more, but I didn’t. I am nervous, because you know, still I am that typical kerala guy, fragile son, who took very little risk and keep his world smaller as possible.
We went to invite our principal, Pious-Reji-Siva sirs and Selvi maam for the prayers. They wished us happy journey and safe return and we promised them regular updates of our trip in return.
Our Principal said, “wherever you go, Be Jayathians.”
That means a lot, we can’t do that thing, we can’t do the other thing also, not even….. we have an another question in our mind, then why should we go??... there are a lot of answers and some questions… questions and answers are not matching… and so we are going… we are out….
We started towards our college bus, there were trolleys, there were suit cases, there were laptop bags, all kinda stuffs to pack our stuffs. We arranged them in the trunk of our bus the way trunk piled for a camp fire. In our college, MBAs are known for perfection but not for these kind of blue collar jobs. Here I really felt robots are better than humans for perfection in any work. ‘Yanthiran effect’ in my thoughts.. hmm.
Somebody turned something in clockwise direction that turns us into vibration mode. Our college bus started to move. Our high pitched “settle down please” and taking the head count ceremony are there by default. A long journey starts with a single step, here it starts with a simple revolution of bargained and proudly delivered MRF tyres. There is a long story on these MRF tyres told by our KJC Kotler, tell you later.
“Something great is going to happen in these nine days.” Everybody believed in this unwritten statement and kept it as a secret as though we believe in Satan or in some black magic. Hope drags our thoughts and directed our words and actions, because there are people committed, non-committed, semi-committed, on their way to break the commitment… all kinds of people, but with common objective to be happy. Everybody tries to be good to others as a part of creating a positive environment to milk the cow of happiness. Those milky smiles on everybody’s face provides my heart with less vicious&viscous liquids, that put my heart-beat rhythmic.
Taking pit stops to collect our friends on our way, we reached the railway station at 12.30pm. I don’t know whats wrong with the sky, might be jealous of us, it started crying or _eeing, am not sure about it, but we got drenched for sure. A very few of us, guys, have that shameful thing with us. we offered our Umbrella service to guys praying they would reject it and helped the other gender whole heartedly. It taught me the fact that, “it is a blessing to share an umbrella with the opposite gender and a curse to share it with the same kind”. It is called ‘Mann-mark theory’.
Neenu, the coolest girl in our class, stood there with two people, the same way strangers to me, but mother and brother to her. She introduced me to them as her class-mate and I was about to talk about neenu as the most popular girl in the class and her numerous jokes, she said, “ok dinu, nee nadanno..” (you can leave)
“illa, njan paranju kazhinjilla.” (no, am not done.) said it in my mind and pumped blood to my feet.
Do this stupid girl got sixth sense?.. may be she predicted my behavior from her past experiences. May be experiences taught her lessons that many Ph.d valas could not do. She played a typical kerala girl for ten more minutes and then started with the “what the hell…..” dialogues as they have left.
We took the head count of people, not discriminating them on ‘with or without hairs’ OR ‘with or without brains’, and marched towards our respective platform and coach number. By the time the awaited guy came whistling and dragging those metal cages as a kid who got a new whistle. After doing all kind of show-offs with his pipe he paced down to match our pace, zero km per hour. Then, we ran with our luggage to get into the train as if it is the last chariot to heaven or something. Soap, cheep, cheap t-shirts, everything and anything accompanied us to our heavens, heaven with tri-colored flag.
Our bags placed next to each other under the seat the same way we were sitting on the seat. The only, difference is, we can move and they cannot. There are many other things that we can do that bags cannot, we can chat with each other, we can act like samosa valas, we can fight for window seats, we can take lunch and so many.
Its lunch time. There was something that altered our cheese spread lips a bit straight, our tour operator will be catering food only from the dinner. We took that in a sports manz spirit and sprinted for the lunch outside. We shared, stole, tested and done everything possible with the railway food. Even then, our Mathayi’s cup noodles is not yet cooked. 90 percent of the noodles find its way out while checking it. cooked or not, by the 51 testers. Uncooked Mathayi is wearing something, ‘something worth doing is worth undoing’ t-shirt kept my mind occupied with things that I could do if am not going for the trip, and recalled the recently updated ‘cold feet’ phrase. I don’t know why am so crazy about things that will never do, but plans and thinks a lot about it. These thoughts sounds like an enemy to my new mission of reducing the gap between thoughts and action, taking away the laziness and carelessness sandwiched between them. I call it as ‘mission: BUS’. (BUS means Beat-Up the Sandwich)
While I was roaming around, Prasoon ran to me and asked,
“where can I do a single purpose?”
“you can use our train’s toilet.” totally ignorant me
“it is against the law to do it in static train. I can’t do it.”
Taking that extra risk I confessed,
“I done it just 2 mins before.”
And I expected him sue me for that. Surprise!! He replied inhaling some pride in and exhaling something in a searching tone,
“where can I find a moving train?… ”
No surprise, he is a true ‘Jayathian’.
That big boy with loud whistle again started with his show-off activities. This time he is about to leave it seems. We all once again rushed into his metal cages. We sat there like trapped parrots making every sound that we can, but not trying to fly.
The wheels cuts the radians and the train started sliding on the rails, and our dreams floats in the breeze without the body that trapped in these cages… exactly I don know how to conclude or stop this, am lazy to write more.
We spent the eight more days in milking our cows of happiness. I will be reporting on it if time permits.
Thanks for your time
- Anthappan
Wednesday, October 27, 2010
Conflicts... sometimes they put me in trouble.
here i want to talk about my dreams and about my true passion... and the obvious conflict between them.
Dreams
There are dreams; it is such a common thing that everybody possess. But the dreams differ. For each and everyone it is different. It depends on individual priorities. Everybody in this world got different priorities in his life, and these priorities are formed from different cognition that formed in their life time together with the support of their genetic matter evolved from ages.
I accept the fact that dreams differ from individual to individual. How do people form dreams, is it that the reflection of what they are passionate about? People usually have strong feelings towards their dreams. They are emotionally attached to their dreams. Emotions, it is really powerful. It supplies the cohesive force for them to stick to their dreams.
Passion
I have a dream that I am not passionate about. My dream is the result of the processing of thoughts and prioritizing them fairly with the law of justice that I have learned with this short period of my life time. And so it is not complete. The only rule that I know was that our planet belong to the whole population, and everyone has the right to get his minimum share from it. It is my dream to find it that way; everything equally distributed for the common benefit.
Conflicts
Here my dreams had conflicts with my instincts. I am passionate about traveling. I am also passionate about girls. I do want to go into the woods and explore the beauty. I have the adrenaline count that instinct me to do anything crazy with this 60 kg of flesh and bone. I am also passionate about building a home and a family. But nothing buy me self-respect and peace of mind apart from my dream.
I always observed that these internal conflicts are real conflicts as they are free from mis-communication. usually external conflict are the result of some communication gap, and so we can solve it with proper communication, but it will not do with internal affairs. they know each other very well and their motives.
I tried… I tried a lot to find a way out from this ‘Status: CONFLICT’.
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...
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I am after my dream, I am after myself...
i believe, i have chosen the best part.
Dreams
There are dreams; it is such a common thing that everybody possess. But the dreams differ. For each and everyone it is different. It depends on individual priorities. Everybody in this world got different priorities in his life, and these priorities are formed from different cognition that formed in their life time together with the support of their genetic matter evolved from ages.
I accept the fact that dreams differ from individual to individual. How do people form dreams, is it that the reflection of what they are passionate about? People usually have strong feelings towards their dreams. They are emotionally attached to their dreams. Emotions, it is really powerful. It supplies the cohesive force for them to stick to their dreams.
Passion
I have a dream that I am not passionate about. My dream is the result of the processing of thoughts and prioritizing them fairly with the law of justice that I have learned with this short period of my life time. And so it is not complete. The only rule that I know was that our planet belong to the whole population, and everyone has the right to get his minimum share from it. It is my dream to find it that way; everything equally distributed for the common benefit.
Conflicts
Here my dreams had conflicts with my instincts. I am passionate about traveling. I am also passionate about girls. I do want to go into the woods and explore the beauty. I have the adrenaline count that instinct me to do anything crazy with this 60 kg of flesh and bone. I am also passionate about building a home and a family. But nothing buy me self-respect and peace of mind apart from my dream.
I always observed that these internal conflicts are real conflicts as they are free from mis-communication. usually external conflict are the result of some communication gap, and so we can solve it with proper communication, but it will not do with internal affairs. they know each other very well and their motives.
I tried… I tried a lot to find a way out from this ‘Status: CONFLICT’.
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...
...
...
I am after my dream, I am after myself...
i believe, i have chosen the best part.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
most important thing I have learned..
i had my lunch and its resting time. tomorrow its QT exam...
learned to do some problems.
but it is not the most important thing i learned in my life...
what is the most important thing you learned in your life??
athu enthanu??
my thinking cap on.
i learned that, never waste time in learning things thats not applicable to me.
but it is not the most important thought.. it is important, but there are more important things.
then... i learned being religious make myself calm and quiet and gives me pleasure... but it is not the most important thing, because my pleasure is not that important when we consider the whole world.
then wat??
wat??
pinne enthanu??
something that is useful for everyone in this world... wat is applicable for everyone?? wats the common thing??
soul...
is it soul??
on religious or spiritual background i can support it.. but not as a raw human being.. i want to be simple and born from nature.. and so i can't support that concept in the public...
so wat?? wat is common for all... it can be time, thoughts, this planet... wat else... i can't consider planet as a whole, its too huge and can't give shape to my thoughts.
second option is thoughts. it is common. every body in this world think even plants and animals. but its nature differs a lot. its like too different. i can't draw a conclusion or suggestion about the thoughts that we posses. simply i don't have that capacity.
now time, can I say something about it.. though everybody got the same time, but it is too personal. how can I make a comment on time?? does it make sense?? no way.. you don't need to say the sea is salty or suggest it to be sweet. there is no point in it.
then wat?? to be creative i read that, find the combination that could make a favorable change in your thought process. now, time and thought.
is it that... the same thing... is it the most important thing that i learned in my life... use the maximum time to think more and utilize each second more effectively.. the sum of all small small thoughts constitutes our life... utilize the little bits of life to max..
is it that important??.. everyone know this thing...
may be the most important thing known to me is known to everyone. yes it is..
learned to do some problems.
but it is not the most important thing i learned in my life...
what is the most important thing you learned in your life??
athu enthanu??
my thinking cap on.
i learned that, never waste time in learning things thats not applicable to me.
but it is not the most important thought.. it is important, but there are more important things.
then... i learned being religious make myself calm and quiet and gives me pleasure... but it is not the most important thing, because my pleasure is not that important when we consider the whole world.
then wat??
wat??
pinne enthanu??
something that is useful for everyone in this world... wat is applicable for everyone?? wats the common thing??
soul...
is it soul??
on religious or spiritual background i can support it.. but not as a raw human being.. i want to be simple and born from nature.. and so i can't support that concept in the public...
so wat?? wat is common for all... it can be time, thoughts, this planet... wat else... i can't consider planet as a whole, its too huge and can't give shape to my thoughts.
second option is thoughts. it is common. every body in this world think even plants and animals. but its nature differs a lot. its like too different. i can't draw a conclusion or suggestion about the thoughts that we posses. simply i don't have that capacity.
now time, can I say something about it.. though everybody got the same time, but it is too personal. how can I make a comment on time?? does it make sense?? no way.. you don't need to say the sea is salty or suggest it to be sweet. there is no point in it.
then wat?? to be creative i read that, find the combination that could make a favorable change in your thought process. now, time and thought.
is it that... the same thing... is it the most important thing that i learned in my life... use the maximum time to think more and utilize each second more effectively.. the sum of all small small thoughts constitutes our life... utilize the little bits of life to max..
is it that important??.. everyone know this thing...
may be the most important thing known to me is known to everyone. yes it is..
Friday, April 30, 2010
- long time ago... a very long time ago...
long time ago... a very long time ago... tick-tick... tick-tick.. (our skit starts like that, we were doing the ice breaking session)
its a long time since i post something here.. "no time yaar"... the same old dialogues of lazy people.. not just lazy, should say, careless. i am not caring many things that i were taking care before. am i becoming less Dinu. don know.
now i am bored... all our rounds are over... waiting for the results.. my friends are busy with their events... a lot more time with me... so let me write about my life.
life... it never comes as i want. i think i happens with many more other than me.
i want more time and peace of mind to think... now a days i got real topics to think over. but my thoughts are not clear. one big problem is that, none surrounds me are interested in topics that i am interested in. and so, i can't find a approval bench, somebody who can say, my thoughts are distorted or not. the lost relationships starts consuming me.
the point that i reached (in my life, in my expedition ) is, can i believe this material world or my thoughts, the intangible. either one is true, and the other is false. then also its ok.. its possible. but the real problem arises when both are true. that treats my understanding the inferior. i have to search for more reasons and facts that could support one of the three possibilities
1. material world is true
2. intangible world is true
3. both true
one of the problem that i find with me is that, i don;t believe in myself. i feel its inferior or it is vulnerable to distorted thoughts. now the action plan is to make a stable mind. but my instincts doesn't allow me. i have to control my mind. its like taking interest in things that i never taken interest in. another thing is the instincts. i have to be more thoughtful careful and less reactive.
one common problem that i find with people (with me too) 'want answer for a problem in seconds.' as far as our brain capacity is this much low, we have to create basis for each concepts and then only we can proceed further. Thats why we took almost one forth of lifetime in education, else we could just skimmed over all the books in two or three months and finish our education. to form solid images of the concepts, it take time. all that i find as a solution is work over it. if we could think more about concepts, we can just catalyze its effects in our mind that helps in further discoveries.
thats all da... totally confused.. can't even believe my thoughts... the facts are more suspicious these days... am I alrite?? not sure..
let me think... hope he will give me the key.. the universal key..
one day... one day I will be back with the key.. the key for me and for everone...
its a long time since i post something here.. "no time yaar"... the same old dialogues of lazy people.. not just lazy, should say, careless. i am not caring many things that i were taking care before. am i becoming less Dinu. don know.
now i am bored... all our rounds are over... waiting for the results.. my friends are busy with their events... a lot more time with me... so let me write about my life.
life... it never comes as i want. i think i happens with many more other than me.
i want more time and peace of mind to think... now a days i got real topics to think over. but my thoughts are not clear. one big problem is that, none surrounds me are interested in topics that i am interested in. and so, i can't find a approval bench, somebody who can say, my thoughts are distorted or not. the lost relationships starts consuming me.
the point that i reached (in my life, in my expedition ) is, can i believe this material world or my thoughts, the intangible. either one is true, and the other is false. then also its ok.. its possible. but the real problem arises when both are true. that treats my understanding the inferior. i have to search for more reasons and facts that could support one of the three possibilities
1. material world is true
2. intangible world is true
3. both true
one of the problem that i find with me is that, i don;t believe in myself. i feel its inferior or it is vulnerable to distorted thoughts. now the action plan is to make a stable mind. but my instincts doesn't allow me. i have to control my mind. its like taking interest in things that i never taken interest in. another thing is the instincts. i have to be more thoughtful careful and less reactive.
one common problem that i find with people (with me too) 'want answer for a problem in seconds.' as far as our brain capacity is this much low, we have to create basis for each concepts and then only we can proceed further. Thats why we took almost one forth of lifetime in education, else we could just skimmed over all the books in two or three months and finish our education. to form solid images of the concepts, it take time. all that i find as a solution is work over it. if we could think more about concepts, we can just catalyze its effects in our mind that helps in further discoveries.
thats all da... totally confused.. can't even believe my thoughts... the facts are more suspicious these days... am I alrite?? not sure..
let me think... hope he will give me the key.. the universal key..
one day... one day I will be back with the key.. the key for me and for everone...
Sunday, February 28, 2010
walking the way back to those thoughtful days...
Exactly I can’t think with the real clarity that I had before, I was not thinking for a long time; may be that the reason. Anyway I have to think and solve many ‘internal affairs’.
I feel proud to make a new discovery that “I am not the judge.” And I feel like I am bad at judging people. To judge people is not my cup; and so better not to have it. When I quit doing this job, judging, I could find more resource (like time, peace of mind etc) left with me to do many things; life, it becomes lighter and lighter. And so I took a new stand (may be an old one) of observing but not judging.
**//**//**
Today… but not just today… we were proving we are not just boys, we are Raju or mohan or Sethi. There are identities, there are personalities and there are reasons to be some individuals. Now it is not just fun, some are serious in searching for their taken away ribs. There comes the problems, the same old problems and its complications; and must say partners of problems, the Solvents. Some problems are good and some are bad, some solvents are effective and some are just like oil to the fire. As far as I am a spectator, everything was just cool. I just felt like, its all kids stuff; am at high school and they were at primary school. It may not be the fact; may be I am at KG and they are at high school. I don’t know. Anyway I was just enjoying those events.
One thing that I noticed is that, everybody know how to impress somebody and whom to impress, every thing was planned and executed like professionals do. Most of us were practicing it during our degree classes and at work place; and now we are experts in it. Is everything fruitful?? Wait and see...
I feel proud to make a new discovery that “I am not the judge.” And I feel like I am bad at judging people. To judge people is not my cup; and so better not to have it. When I quit doing this job, judging, I could find more resource (like time, peace of mind etc) left with me to do many things; life, it becomes lighter and lighter. And so I took a new stand (may be an old one) of observing but not judging.
**//**//**
Today… but not just today… we were proving we are not just boys, we are Raju or mohan or Sethi. There are identities, there are personalities and there are reasons to be some individuals. Now it is not just fun, some are serious in searching for their taken away ribs. There comes the problems, the same old problems and its complications; and must say partners of problems, the Solvents. Some problems are good and some are bad, some solvents are effective and some are just like oil to the fire. As far as I am a spectator, everything was just cool. I just felt like, its all kids stuff; am at high school and they were at primary school. It may not be the fact; may be I am at KG and they are at high school. I don’t know. Anyway I was just enjoying those events.
One thing that I noticed is that, everybody know how to impress somebody and whom to impress, every thing was planned and executed like professionals do. Most of us were practicing it during our degree classes and at work place; and now we are experts in it. Is everything fruitful?? Wait and see...
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