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  • Ram 12:03 pm on April 26, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Nameless Island 

    Lalith Gyaneshwar  buys an Island in Bahamas to make it nameless“…

    “The headlines screamed and echoed in as Vikram read the “Times of India”, this morning. What the heck is wrong with this guy? Buying an Island is not an everyday joke. It seemed cranky as he read further with curiosity. ” Lalith Gyaneshwar, the well-known NRI businessman from India will hereafter call himself LG. He has purchased this island to keep it nameless. Yes. He has invited people from all walks of life to be a part of this virgin island. He has offered them beautiful luxury villas with all amenities one can dream of at a reasonable price. The only million dollar condition is that people inhabiting it will be nameless. They would be known only through their initials. There would be no religion nor any religious activity on the island. They will be allowed to follow their own religion inside their mind, and let me say that again inside their mind only.

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    It will be an out and out a non religious society, with no names. Quite funny. LG ( Lalith Gyaneshwar ) wanted it this way. He wanted to keep religion and the communal forces from interfering with people in their everyday affairs. It will be just human interaction…..”

    Vikram closed the paper and his mind wandered with so many things. Crazy guy this LG, he thought. Then he laughed for a second. If India can think of this…. “God.” A land of many castes, divisions, religions, taking its toll in our daily life. From Kindergarten to a government job…So many names, so many states, so many communities….Mind boggling.

    Vikram smiled as he stood up, and wished LG all the best for a different cause.


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  • Ram 3:08 pm on March 7, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Students ! 

    Location – A remote countryside school for the aged in northern India.

    Synopsis – A new and young English teacher, Mr. Rahul arrives from Mumbai to teach a batch of twenty students between the age of sixty to seventy.

    Rahul : Good morning to all of you. This is my first day at this school. I understand that you are all very nice, good and obedient students. That’s what, Mr.Panicker, your correspondent told me. You have all been in this class for a month. So, let me begin by testing your knowledge. Hmm. Your name Sir. ” I am Pramod, Masterji “, he answered. OK Pramod, come here and write the word KNOWLEDGE on this board. ” Me, Me, Me. Masterji.” There was a chorus in the class, but Pramod ran faster with the chalk piece, towards the board.

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    He wrote a really big ” NOWLEDGE”, on it. Rahul laughed. So, where is the K, in the word. Pramod said ” Masterji, how can there be a K in this word. Not necessary. It is Nowledge. See ” Nonsense, Nomad, Naughty”. All these words have no K. Rahul got irritated and said ” Students, we can’t change the grammar according to our will. So don’t write your own grammar. This word begins with the letter K. Understand. The class shouted in unison. ” No, No. It is not correct. You are a cheater teacher. You don’t know English. Let’s do the same thing, what we did to Pandey.Come friends. ”

    They ran to Rahul, and turned him upside down and tied him on the ceiling fan. Rahul was pleading for help. His mobile rang, and he answered it with great difficulty. ” Help. Help. What? Are you waiting for me in the class. But I am already in a class in the town street. What? It’s on the north town street. Why didn’t you be clear. Then what class is this. Oh God!

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  • Ram 11:32 pm on February 28, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Chase 

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    This time we’re aiming to make it more creative! Your post must contain the word Friend and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

     
  • Ram 3:38 pm on February 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Winning 

    What does “winning” mean to you? Before going into that, let me congratulate the  “India Today” group for choosing this topic as their theme for the India today conclave 2014 which is going to be held in New Delhi on March 7th, 2014.

    Every one of us wants to be a winner. The strictest dictionary meaning of “winning” would be ” the act of one that wins ; victory. ” The world we live in is mostly tribal in nature. It’s views sway with the majority’s views, rather than being individualistic. It looks at people as winners only if they have touched the winning ribbon at the end of the race. It applauds athletes, politicians, writers, cricketers, prime ministers and actors by the hits they have given and not by the content they have delivered. At the end of the day, their arithmetic must add up to be the highest among their equals. If not they would be termed as losers. That is what the world thinks.

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    But, I beg to differ. The world now is a different ball of universe. It doesn’t need winners of this sort. I quote Dalai lama here, ” The world doesn’t need more ‘successful people.’ The world desperately needs more peacemakers, healers, restorers, storytellers and lovers of all kinds.”

    The winning euphoria has caused nations to be at war with each other for several decades. I know some Berlin walls might have been broken but those are just stray incidents. Several nations are sitting on the nuclear bomb, waiting to press a disastrous button. All this, for nothing  but, winning against a meek nation. Winning has caused several football club managers to be raised on to the roof  and others thrown in the streets. Winning, for sports has caused some sports to be held like a new-born child and other sports thrown away as orphans. There are winners in each sport, which the world fails to see and acknowledge.

    This sort of winning has caused politicians to throw mud against each other, in the race to an election, in which the so-called winner would be decided. Will the voter be the winner? This is yet to be seen in any election.

    The student in India is decided, by the tabulated report card,  duly stamped after each semester. At the end of the year, his performance is decided by his score on hundred. His mindset, his parent’s mindset, his relative’s mindset, the society’s mindset are only on this rectangular report card and not on the knowledge he has gained or learnt in school. The knowledge here is just transferred from the teacher to the student. It is not shared. There is a big difference between the two. He may be a winner after all these calculations, but will he be a performer, is a big question mark.

    The world has so many religions, all vying against each other for the top slot. Are the followers peaceful?  It is a big question which needs an answer.

    For me, winning would be, moving away from the ordinary, trying new things, failing several times, learning, not pretending to know every answer under the sun, communicating and sharing knowledge. Winning for me would be to respect the divinity in each person, irrespective of his cast, color or creed. Winning for me would be to see students graduating from colleges with practical knowledge and confidence, which they can use in liberal doses in real life situations.

    Winning for me would be, to see gentle politicians going about their task in a peaceful manner and accomplishing much more for their constituency, rather than engaging in petty fights to boost their party’s morale. Winning for me would be, to see Indians as united, not divided by caste, state, position or language. If a winner is moulded in such traits, then the world and India would see a different winner each time. His vision would not be to conquer but to share. His vision would be to give and then take. His vision would be  to ” humanize”  the process of creation and not “robotize”  it.

    The world will be very happy for such winners and I will be so happy to see them too. Thank You.

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  • Ram 4:03 pm on February 16, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Pssst 

    “First Aid Box. Check. Knife. Check. Spectacle Case. Check.”  OK fine. Got you all guys. Now, off we go. Pratap stored the items neatly in his backpack and ran to the privacy of his room. He made sure to bolt the door securely, and then switched on a single lamp. He opened the cupboard and took out a dark blue yoga mat and spread it neatly on the writing desk. He has done this before but today was going to be slightly different. He smiled for a while, and then opened the backpack and placed the first aid box, knife and the spectacle case on the mat, one by one.

    He then spoke softly. ” Guys, Come to LIFE. Come to LIFE……….” After a minute he could see the objects moving. Pratap was a psychic having a weird quality of conversing with any object. He claimed objects have life too. He tried to talk about this to his friends, but was ridiculed and laughed at, in College. After which he kept these experiments to himself. The first aid box was the jovial of the lot and whispered ” At your command Sir “. The knife and the spectacle case shouted in chorus ” At your command Sir “.

    hearingPratap was highly thrilled. ” OK, guys. Who do you think is the most important object among you. “Of course it’s me” said the first aid box.”I have everything inside me, in case of an emergency. “Ha Ha, you do. Do you?” said the knife. “Until I move an inch there won’t be any work for you, dumb box.” shouted the knife.

    ” Wait, Wait. What’s the fuss all about” said the spectacle case. He then whistled and said ” Come on baby”. Out came a pair of spectacles from the draw and climbed onto the table. Pratap was engrossed in hearing and watching this. ” So we are the most important here. Without us you cannot see a damn thing. ” Pratap was smiling again. ” Tak Tak”. Someone was knocking the bedroom door. Pratap shoved all the objects inside the backpack and rushed to open the door.

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  • Ram 1:36 pm on February 12, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    “Where is your aunt’s place yaar. We are driving for an hour in Bangalore, seen all white houses except your aunt’s” said Vinod. “Pratima aunt’s house is so big and white, and they found such a place only at the outskirts of the city.” replied Prem.  You know something. She doesn’t invite every Tom, Dick and Harry to her place. This is just my second visit to her’s. Vinod looked amazed. So rich ? Yes da . I promised her that we would be staying only for a day to attend the rock concert.

    As our car entered the huge,white building, a grim-faced security guard asked us to wait. He clicked the intercom and murmured something. “Ok chalo” , he then waved us inside. We waited near the main entrance for a while. Then an attendant opened the door and stared at us for a minute. Vinod placed his right foot inside. ” Aaaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeeei” a loud shout erupted from the garage. Vinod was so startled that he nearly fell down. A servant came running with a door mat and placed it inside. Now the stone faced attendant, gestured us to come inside and sit down in the huge living room.

    I got hold of Vinod’s trembling hands and we both sat down at the exquisite Victorian leather sofa. Vinod tried to smile at the attendant. But no response. He was still staring at us from ten feet away. Vinod whispered ” Prem, this idiot here is so stiff. I think he needs a good laundry .”  ” Shut up and keep quiet” replied Prem.

    The attendant left the place and we both smiled and were relieved. But he was back in a minute, with a huge dog. He talked something in his ears and the dog started to sniff our two bags. It then moaned. The attendant, took it away immediately after that. ” What the *))))$%^^^^% “, shouted Vinod. “Are we checking into some hotel. Your aunt must be a crazy nut, I guess.” Prem gently tapped his shoulder asking him to keep quiet.

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    Two beautiful maids arrived with two glasses of water and offered it to us. ” But your aunt hires some real beauties da”. said Vinod. Prem stared at his friend and took a glass and started sipping. Vinod said No. The girls looked puzzled and stared at each other. They wouldn’t move an inch. They again offered the glass of water to Vinod. “No. Sorry I’m not thirsty.” The two maids started to look a bit nervous now, and Prem was wondering what was wrong. Meanwhile Vinod wanted to use the loo and asked for directions. He went to the guest room and relieved himself. He opened the door and was shocked. The two maids were standing with glasses of water. “No, please understand, I don’t want to drink, ” said Vinod. ” Sir, please drink. Mem Saab’s orders”. Vinod got irritated now. “Where is your MemSaab. We are seeing only servants, dogs and door mats. Ask her to come”.

    Hearing the commotion, Prem rushed to the room and tried to pacify his friend. Vinod, was very angry. I’m leaving da. Let’s go. I would rather stay on the platform in front of the concert ground, than roaming here. Prem was also in the same mood, but curiosity got the better of him. As they walked outside, Prem asked a gardener about the maids chasing them with water glasses. The gardener hesitated for a while and looked all around and turned his head in 360 degrees and then answered. ” Sir, Mem Saab told us, every visitor should drink water first, as they come inside the house. It removes evil eye. I mean ” Drishti. Understand. ”

    Vinod and Prem laughed together so loudly. “Prem. What an aunt you have da.” The gardener came running. Are you going Sir. Prem replied ” Tell Mem Saab that I will call her later”. They both looked at each other and started laughing again.

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  • Ram 3:53 pm on January 5, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    and the winner is … 

    Sharmila adjusted her car’s rear view mirror and surveyed her face. A quick check for black spots, excess oil and over make-up. “Wow! I look cool na. Dinesh will surely like me na. She turned and looked at Kamini. ” “Why are you so tense? I’m the one who is going to meet him. Cheer up Kamini.” “Hmm, that’s right Sharmi. I’m a bit nervous in accompanying you. You should have gone alone to meet him. You just pulled me out of my bed and see how I look. A cotton churidar is all I got to wear in such short notice. I have not even completed my nail polish. You look so cool in that, black, body hugging dress. Dinesh is just going to fall flat when he sees you.” Kamini tapped her head with a wry smile.

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    “Kamini, don’t forget you are the connecting link. When Dinesh came to our office last week, you spent an hour talking to him and convincing him for the marriage. His parents wanted a bride from Mumbai, but you spoke with them and later with Dinesh. I’m going to miss you after marriage da. Please drop in to meet me often. Kamini smiled.

    They reached Dinesh’s apartment, and went inside. Dinesh looked awesome  in a white kurta and jeans. ” Hi Dinesh, sorry to keep you waiting” said Sharmila. ” “Here is your present, as promised.” Sharmila took Kamini’s hand and joined it with Dinesh’s. Her eyes were moist. ” What is going on?” Kamini shouted.

    “Kams, Dinesh sent me a sms last week saying that he was in love with you. He fell flat for you and not me. I cried the whole night thinking how this could happen to me. I felt shattered but I liked his frankness. What if this had happened after our marriage. You are my best friend Kamini and I have kept my promise in bringing you here. ”

    Kamini could hardly believe this, as she saw Sharmila walking  away hurriedly towards her car.

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  • Ram 1:35 pm on December 21, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Hairy tale 

    Anirudh went inside the newly opened hair salon near his house. The name ” Two Coins Hair Salon” attracted him. The salon was a week old and it was crispy clean. As Anirudh sat down on the first empty chair near the entrance, he saw three hairdresser’s rushing towards him to claim him as their own for the next half an hour. After a small fight, a lean guy won the battle and took position behind him.

    “Sir, only haircut or…….?” . ” Yes, a plain haircut, medium at the top and very close behind the neck and sides ” said Anirudh. ” OK Sir “.

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    ” Sir, your hair is slightly rough. When did you last shampoo?”  ” Four day’s ago” said Anirudh. The dresser started cutting a few strands of hair near his neckline and said ” Sir, we have a special ayurvedic shampoo called medmix. It’s very effective and cheap. It’s just 1200 Rupees. ”

    ” I see “. ” Sir, there are so many black spots on your forehead, and nose. We have a golden facial treatment. Just try it. No one will recognize you. It will make you so fair. Sir, you also have a double chin, which is not so good for your age. We have a special aloe vera chin massage. It’s quite cheap. Just 1500 Rupees. Sir, we have a ………..”  ” Please stop ” said Anirudh, and took out a sheet of paper from his pocket and gave it to him. The hairdresser was taken aback. It read “ DO NOT DISTURB . I have tried all the above hair treatments, golden facial’s and face massages. I am fed up of all this fuss over a simple haircut for which I came here. So please keep quiet and do your work.”

    The hairdresser nodded and continued, in silence.

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  • Ram 3:51 pm on December 15, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Under the Gulmohar tree 

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    Mukund, was on his third lap of his morning jog at the park. He felt that he was being watched but couldn’t figure out from where. In a flash he turned his gaze at a Gulmohar  tree, and there he was. A very familiar face. He altered his direction and sprinted towards the tree. The other guy was turning his face away and Mukund was moving in a circle, and he stopped. He felt a shock and a jolt when he saw Easwar,  his senior at college.

    He rewound five years. Then he played the movie in his mind. Easwar was the arrogant bully who made him run errands at college. He had done so many unlawful things for him in the guise of ragging. Mukund was also arrested once, for carrying illegal drugs for Easwar and his friends.

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    Mukund wanted peace. The only way to get that was to finish college without any arrears and escape from this bully. Everyday was a night mare, for Mukund, since he could not share this with his parents or friends. It was because Easwar’s uncle was their college correspondent.

    “How did you know I was working in this city? I am now married. Please leave me alone.” Mukund pleaded and sobbed with his head down. Gone. Easwar had vanished. He might have come there just to intimidate Mukund. Feeling better, he drove back home and told all  that had happened to his wife Kamini. ” I caught him looking at me.”  Kamini listened patiently and hugged him and said ” Things are going to be alright. Take your day off. Let’s go out.”

    The next morning Mukund was jogging, and he saw Easwar again. This time he did a sensible thing. He called Kamini and said ” Come fast. I will keep him busy till you come.” Then he persuaded Easwar to sit down on a nearby bench , and he started his chat. He was furious and he used so many expletives at Easwar, driving him and the passers-by, crazy.

    Kamini was at the park in ten minutes. She could see her husband chatting even from a distance as far as the entrance gate. As she came closer, she stopped walking and stood in silence. Mukund was busy chatting. But there was no Easwar there. He was talking to the bench.

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  • Ram 2:58 pm on December 8, 2013 Permalink | Reply
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    Start Action 

    ” Shot ready “. Kollywood’s most famous director Anil Rathnam whispered in his inimitable style. Anil, clad in jeans and a white shirt looked more like a professor, than a typical Director. His favorite heroine Vaishali was escorted preciously out of her caravan, like a foreign dignitary and made to sit comfortably next to him. She was looking as gorgeous as ever and her skin was glittering in the sun. The whole unit looked at her as she carried herself with grace that made Anil to continue with her in his sixth film.

    Anil’s assistants were giving the final touches to the lavish dance set in which they were preparing to shoot the first scene. ” Anil Sir, Is the new face not yet ready. I just cant believe this. What the ….? It is his first day of shooting and this fellow, Ragubav….what bav, OK .. Ragav . Does he want us to wait for him. Is he Sharukh Khan?  ” Hey”. ” Relax Vaish”. ” Relax. I may be the trendsetter in low lighting, but today I’ve done something totally new. Just watch.”, said Anil.

    The company car arrived, and out stepped Ragav. Vaishali nearly jumped out of her seat and was gasping for breath. She stood up, then, ran and kissed Anil on his forehead, then went straight to Ragav. She stood silently for a few seconds. His clean-shaven look bowled her over. Then she hugged him and kissed him on his cheeks, forehead and was all over his face. Ragav was totally embarrassed by this attention.

    Anil continued ” Vaish, of late, Kollywood’s heroes don’t need a razor as most of them are running around with smelly beards. I decided enough is enough. I am introducing a new face with a clean shave.”

    Anil cheered his unit – “OK guys, Start Sound.”

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