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  • Ram 8:30 pm on August 17, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    You are watching 

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    “You are watching the news hour tonight, and with you is……………..” Click. Enough I thought. I shut off the TV and threw the remote on the bed. It was 11pm on August 14th, and the nation was waiting to hear the PM’s Independence Day speech the next day. “No news is good news”, I mumbled. The mindless chatter of spokesperson’s  from various party’s went on their usual daily grind, throwing daggers at one another. Wasn’t this a daily spectacle conducted by most of the TV channels? Gosh. What a waste of time!

    I switched on the FM radio to catch up with some late night melodies. From one idiot box to another music box, if I may call it. Nowadays melodies have been cast aside for the 11 clock slot, when the nation sleeps. I tried a few FM stations patiently and settled down for 97.2. The slow Tamil numbers from the 1980’s were like lullaby’s. I was half asleep….” Vikram. “Vikram”. A clear and bold female voice jolted me as I woke up and opened the door. To my surprise there was no one. I wondered, if it was the ” news effect”. I knew it. Seeing so many channels I felt a bit confused I thought. Again the voice “Vikram”… This time I knew the source. It was from the FM radio. I felt dizzy. I went close to the speaker and listened. ”

    The voice said ” Vikram, this is Mother India”. What ? I jumped. ” Yes, It’s me, Vikram, she said. Don’t you idiots know that this is the sixty-seventh year of our independence. I am fed up of seeing so many channels  showing the flag hoisting on independence day, year after year, state after state. All you guys just assemble and salute the flag for a day and then carry on to do your lousy work. It’s sixty-seven long years Vikram.  I thought you guys would take this wonderful country to a place of envy. You say you have so many cell phones, set-top boxes, TV sets, online shopping, so many new cars on the road. It’s of no use.

    I have chosen you Vikram, to voice my outburst. You are going to be my knight in shining armor. You will be bestowed with special powers from me. I am going to give you the power to implement policies, change the rule book, implement new ideas, build bridges, lay new roads, hmm.. you will be armed with all the knowledge to govern this beautiful country. You are the chosen one. So don’t waste time sleeping. Wake up to a new tomorrow and be ready to hear me everyday, same time, in the same FM channel. It’s Mother India broadcasting to you and only you. See you tomorrow

    I pinched himself. Ouch. It was real. What the sh…? Am I the chosen one. Out of so many millions. I safely unplugged the radio and kept it inside my desk, my hands shivering with excitement, waiting for 11 pm tomorrow.

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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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    It is the night of August 14th. You are sleeping peacefully until a lady, who identifies herself by the name of Mother India, wakes you up and starts talking. What does she talk to you? Come on, get your creative juices flowing, rack your brains and go crazy with your fantasies! We are awaiting best creative blogs from you! This time, make the WOW badge yours :)

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  • Ram 3:54 pm on May 25, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Hot Seat 

    The war cries have already begun. The new Indian Prime Minister is yet to take oath. His invitation to all SARC country heads has created a stir as expected. What will the politicians and the news channels do? Their daily bread and butter is another man’s agony. Normally NEWS is nothing but seeing or reading about a helpless situation, a helpless man, or a woman in any part of the world. As we may all know most of the “NEWS” is negative in nature. So a wise man said to me ” Don’t watch the news channel before retiring to bed.” He may be right. Now, let me leave the pros and cons of the news channels for a while and move on to our country.

    This bold invite of his is being ripped apart, baked, fried and grilled in all news channels and newspapers, since they were running dry for a couple of days until the new cabinet takes shape, and before things start moving. This invite has come as a blessing for them, as a ” filler headline ” for a couple of days. It is very funny to note that even before the PM readies himself to sit on the hot seat, there are heat waves floating like feathers all around. Too much is being read into this issue.

    All issues can be best dealt with when the person is sitting in front of you in full flesh and blood, than by seeing him or talking through any electronic medium, be it a cellphone, or a telephone, or a television, or Skype, or by email. The common man is now used to seeing so many people, so many situations live on TV, that he jumps to conclusions within seconds and starts favoring a group A or a group B. It’s all too fast. News spreads like wild-fire these days, thanks to so much communication channels we have at our disposal, right from the net to the idiot box lying in our living room.

    So, let us have some patience. Patience my friend. Let the magic unfold by itself. Mr. Narendra Modi may be the magician, but we are all part of the magic. Unless we participate positively, do some work by ourselves, shed a few drops of sweat, shed a few threads of hatred, it will not work. After all everyone wants peace.


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  • Ram 2:34 pm on May 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    A Bright Summer Day 

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    This time we’re having at a mother’s day special! Your post must contain the word MOM and you have just 5 sentences to complete your story.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

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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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    Write Over the Weekend theme for this week

    Invent a hot and sensational news headline and write a story about it this weekend.

    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda. Every weekend, we give out creative writing themes to rekindle the love of writing in all you creative writers. Island image – businessinsider.com

     

     

     
  • Ram 12:22 pm on April 9, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister 

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    Book Review: Prisoner Jailor Prime Minister

    Author: Tabrik C
    Publisher: Hachette India
    Number of Pages: 319
    Price [INR]: 350
    Genre: Fiction (Political Thriller)

    The story evolves around Siddhartha Tagore, the newly elected Prime Minister of India. He is the wrong man in the most powerful place. He has his heart soaked deeply in love and Mozart that anything else makes no sense. I would have titled the book ” The Mozart Man”. Tabrik talks so much about Mozart in so many chapters that his music has set the tone in this fast paced book.

    Siddhartha Tagore is a difficult character to chisel. He has his own zig zag graph of madness, sadness, ecstasy, lust, sex, love and music all bundled into one. His emotions run riot at most times, and Tabrik has done justice in capturing them beautifully. From Harvard to No 7, Race Course Road, the story goes back and forth. Sometimes it appears a bit dull. The love story between Rubaya and Siddhartha could have been written more in detail, so that the reader could justify, Siddhartha’s deep love for her, much later, when she vanishes in an accident.

    The timing of this book is at it’s best. India is on the verge of a general election and the world is waiting to see the results. This book has been published when Indian politics is evolving, and a new breed of voters are getting ready to cast their vote. Lots of shots have been taken at political parties, some of them quite real too. Among all the characters in this book, Professor Gordon Thoburn’s amazes me. It took me by surprise. I am going to paste a picture of a Harley Davidson here. You know why? harley

    This bike has an important role in this book. That’s why. The suspense is really good at the end. The cover of this book brings the loneliness which Siddhartha faces in real life. It has been creatively done. On the whole this book is worth reading because, we humans have different faces, even though we fear to admit it. There are so many “Siddhartha Tagore’s ” all over India planted in the wrong place. Passion elsewhere and work somewhere. It brings about so many character traits hiding in all of us , sometimes rearing an ugly head.

    Refreshing read.

    Rating – 3/5.


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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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    This post is a part of Write Over the Weekend, an initiative for Indian Bloggers by BlogAdda.

    This time we’re aiming at making it more creative! Your post must contain a text conversation ending with someone saying “k”.

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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 10:55 pm on February 23, 2014 Permalink | Reply
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    The Debut 

    Pyarelal was breaking his head, inside his air-conditioned recording studio. He had beads of perspiration running all over his forehead. Still, no magic was happening. He had exhausted all his ideas in the morning and sent the CD to his director Ajay Panicker, but,  Ajay did not pick a single tune from the CD.

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    He normally would call his music director and chat over a glass of beer. But today, he played the CD at home, and found it useless. He called Pyarelal and used harsh words. No one talks to Pyarelal in that way since he was a ” name ” in the music industry and in business for nearly twenty years. Pyarelal felt miserable, because Ajay was a director with only three movies, but all of them were mega hits, and his value was sky-high now. Irritating him would be disastrous. He had worked with legends, but times have changed now, he thought. Melody was out. If the lyrics were understood and audible, then it would be much worse. The whole song should be disguised intelligently. The digital age. Ha. His mind was racing. He had one option and only one option. He pulled the second draw in his cabinet and pulled out a CD. The cover read ” Demo by Arjun”.

    He called Arjun at once. “Arjun. You must be happy to hear this. Your tune is going to be born, but,  I am ashamed to tell you this. The tune will be in my name.  The whole world will be listening to it. Arjun. Don’t lose heart. Your day will come and the world will know. Thanks for your CD, and thanks again for agreeing to keep it that way.” Pyarelal was now a relieved man. He knew this tune will go through. He felt guilty, but, the only solace being, the secret remained.

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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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