With blinking eyes, yawning mouth, shivering hands and fading sight , I embraced the queen of my heart, my greatest fascination, my greatest ever crush, my lady love, Peels (name changed).She had taken me to a state of ecstasy as she had done many times in the past. I was in no mood to leave her. Hours passed and we exchanged no words. Just me and her, looking into each others eyes. She had already embraced me tightly. In her grasp I felt the warmth of a mother's love, the romance of a new found love, I felt as if I had had Ambrosia. I achieved the highest state of tranquility.
"Badri....., Badri it is already 8.30 , get ready" I could hear my mother shouting. But it seemed to me ,as though she was shouting from under a dozen pillows. It was too difficult for me to hear my mother. I had no ear for anyone when Peels was around. I was in no mood to leave my bed and of course .. Peels.
In all my life nobody cast the kind of spell Peels had cast on me. I knew her since the time I was small, so small that even talking of a crush was considered taboo. As a boy I had had one strong principle "If you want to maintain your peace of mind, maintain ten foot distance when meeting a good looking girl ". Luckily I had never met any good looking gals, …………….. but Peels ……..she was different, She was not only good looking , but mesmerized me with her looks.
She had always kept me busy - so busy that even if Preity Zinta , my most favorite heroine, had called on me, I would have turned her down. She literally possessed me, She had , and has complete control over me and my senses. When she embraces me, she does not allow me to even look at another girl. Ofcourse I dont have time for another girl when she is by my side.
When I turned a teenager and when my friends started talking about new girls in school, , I always felt that those were childish talks, no ''man" or "man to be" would wanna engage in such talks, when he could afford to have the company of a gal like Peels. I always used to wait for her to come..... and she always came. SHE followed me where ever I went, like that "pug in the hutch ad" to every place that I went. When she is around , I dedicate very little of my sensory organs for other people. I hear no one, all though I pretend as if I am listening.
But SHE is a little stupid, stupid enough to follow me to all places I go. SHE would even follow me into the classroom and then I would get royally kicked by the teacher for having taken HER company. The truth was not only me, but almost every one who came in contact with HER started loving HER.
During my graduation days, she always followed me to the examination halls and the classrooms. To me, she and studies were inseparable. She never allowed me to concentrate on my studies. The fact that she followed me into the examination halls must is still evident from the marks I scored. Well I am not trying to defend my "HardWorking Abilities" and "Brain", I am just trying to say that there were other reasons why I scored less. No matter what examinations I attended, she followed me loyally. The invigilators didn’t care about that. Half the candidates brought along with them their counterparts for peels. No! don’t let your imaginations take wings, I din't study in the U.S.of A.
Then I joined my company. Well she did accompany me to the interview, but my interviewers were also caught under her spell. She was something they could not avoid at noon or night. Sadly she stopped visiting me too often, after I joined my company. There were other people in the company who needed her and she obliged. But whenever she visited me, I did spend a great time with her. Luckily there were places in the company where people wouldnt disturb us, like ……….our Test Labs.
If she has not embraced you from the time you started reading this articl,e and if you are interested in knowing who she is ---- Read on………...
My mother's voice grew in decibels . " it is 9.30 AM, you are spending too much time, get ready " she continued shouting , but in vain. Peels was not going to leave me. My mother had learnt through experience that there was one person who could bring me out of Peels's spell. My FATHER ………She sent for my father. My father dashed into my bedroom and gave me a rigorous jolt and instantly Peels fled. My father saw her leaving the room. With an air of pride and victory, he too left the room.
This time my father rescued me from her spell, but friends … time and again she catches hold of me. I find it difficult when she comes and embraces me in the office. I find it even more difficult when I am talking to our friends at office and she embraces them.
Friends, I understand all of you love Peels, I have seen some of you with her. But please suggest me few methods to get rid of her. Yes, I love her very much, but I think I could do much better at office without her. I feel I can concentrate more and be more effective if she was not around.
So Friends please help me to fight the spell of this beautiful gal called SLEEP. Oops!!! did I say SLEEP or PEELS in any case they are quite the same ;)
KISS
Ever Since I Saw Her First,
For her love I developed this thirst;
Within my mind I built big castles,
Of us joining hands and clearing all hassles.
Then I thought I must let her know,
My love for her I must show;
And then one evening so romantic,
I called her to this park so fantastic.
I gently picked her hand,
And knelt before her on the sand;
She blushed and ... wow her looks,
They were sweeter than a million romantic books.
Her eyes told me she was awaiting this,
Her face spoke of my love she did miss;
I cleared my throat and gathered all my courage,
Within me for words I began to forage.
(I said)"I have never seen anyone as beautiful as you,
To me you are an angel, a dream come true;
I have never met anyone like you before;
Take my hand and our life will shine for sure".
Two hours went along,
I kept singing our love song;
At first she tried to pull out her hand,
Unsuccessful, she tried to push me on the sand.
But I was determined not to give up,
With my song, her I tried to cheer up;
Then after three full hours,
I said "Let's plan about the life that will be ours".
She thought for a long while,
But I couldn't see her smile;
Then her face turned red,
And this is what she said.
"Oh! your proposal was so lengthy and boring,
Never did I hear the "I Love You" I was awaiting;
Next time when you propose to a gal,
Remember to KISS before your proposal you unfurl.
I can understand how much you love me,
If u din't make things so complicated,with u I did want to be;
This time you failed to use the arrow shot for u by cupid,
Next time remember to "Keep It Simple Stupid"."
Was suffering from severe BLOGSTIPATION for the last few days.Just could not find anything to write.I know people prefer calling the syndrome "Writers Block" but somehow I prefer "Blogstipation".Its 9.35 PM was about to leave and just then the "bulb glow" Blogstipation cured I could think of something to write.
When it comes to eating I am a connosieur.I am vegeterian,more specifically a "Non Egg eating vegeterian".After one group of people started the propagation of Egg as a vegetarian dish ,there suddenly seems to be a subgroups among vegeterians.The egg eating group and non egg eating vegetarains.
I can safely tell you that there are dozens of vegetarian dishes(non-egg containing dishes :-)) that I have devoured and my taste buds can easily find out if a dish is properly cooked even if it is only slightly improperly cooked.Now although that seems to be a meritorious ability to possess it has its own disadvantages.I just cannot stand bad food.(For Exampe:- I dont classify puffs served in our company as food)
My mother is a real great cook.Easily the best I have ever come across.But her cooking is like Tendulkar's batting.Two good innings and you know a "Duck" is in the offing.But cos of her I have gotten so used to eating real good food that I am unable to compromise on the quality.
My grandmother is another real good cook.But the problem is her cooking is like Dravid's batting.Although its consistent U get really used to the style after some time its too cliche and boring.And I feel "variety adds spice to life".
I eat lunch at our office canteen.I subscribed after I saw all those paneer masala,chappatis etc on my first day at office.But then consistency of the food at canteen is pathetic.For example today the entire gang which had food with me dint go for a second serving ,it just was not worth it.The chappatis are half baked most of the time and the menu is too consistent.Consistent menus are just against my policy "Variety adds spice to life".All this has led to my avoiding lunch at our office 10-15 times in the last two months.
Now finding issues is easy , fix them is not.So I decided to work on this matter.I asked my grandmother for a solution.But like all grandmothers she suggested getting married.(how dint I guess that she was going to say that).May be thats what all granny suggest.Typically cos "in their times" the bride was expected to cook well and that was one of the chief occupeations of a good wife.But in any case thats like adding a gazillion problems to your life (no offence to married people) to solve one.And I have my principles(remember "variety adds.....").Just kidding(not fully though ;-))Also it is too early in the innings to introduce a new batsmen that too a debutant about whose performance you are not sure.(sachin=mother,dravid=grandma)
What better solution than cooking yourself?You know what u want , u can make varieties, u may be a debutant but can always improve cos u know what u want and will abide by it and more importantly there is this factor called EGO which will keep u away from saying "This food sucks".Thats it Eureka!! here is the solution I am going to learn to cook(anybody interested in teaching).May be one month down the line u can all eat real real good food cooked by me.Who knows?? :-) :-)
Cheers
Blogger account created
Just created an account at blogger,not actually interested in blogging but eaves dropped on a rumour that bloggers at blogger.com may get a Gmail account.Dint want to lose a chance to get a gmail account.May be in the days to come I will start active blogging lets see.........
