When Rama killed Ravana

During my childhood days I had a friend named Manu. Manu was an average student and he sucked big time in English grammar. At those times my mom used to think of herself as the author of Wren and Martin grammar book, so whenever my friends came to my house she will start asking questions on grammar. And one fine day Manu wanted to really learn English grammar from my mom. So after school hours he will go to his house, nicely dress and will come back to my house. My mom was delighted to have a new student that day and even though she was making poori masala she left it halfway and came to teach Manu.

Day 1

My mom : Ok Manu, lets start with active to passive voice.

Manu: Ok aunty

My mom: Most sentences will have a subject, a verb and an object Manu. In active voice the pattern remains the same and in passive voice the subject becomes the object and the object becomes the subject.

Manu: Ok aunty (oh my god, what is that smell which is poking my appetite)

My mom: Lets see an example, Shall we

Manu: Ok aunty (Is it poori masala)

My mom: Look at this example…Rama killed Ravana , which is the subject and which is the object ?

Manu: errr , aunty I think I am hungry… shall I go home, have something and come back?
My mom: No need to go home beta, aunty have made poori masala lets eat and may be we will continue the lessons tomorrow.

Day 2

My mom: “Rama killed Ravana” this is active voice Manu and the passive voice for this sentence is “Ravana was killed by Rama”. Now look at this, how will you change “Rama is going to kill Ravana” ?

Manu: Rama is waiting to kill Ravana ?

My mom: Remember Manu in passive voice the subject becomes the object and the object becomes the subject… here Rama is the subject and Ravana is the object..

Manu: ok, Ravana is being killed by Rama ?

My mom: No manu wrong, look at the sentence carefully and answer, the sentence is “Rama is going to kill Ravana”

Manu: errrrr, “Ravana is going to kill Rama ” ?

My mom: Oh my god, You should not change the meaning of the sentence Manu

Manu: Sorry aunty, ahh, err, hmm , “Rama is going somewhere to kill Ravana?”

My mom: Today’s tiffin is dosa, lets have it.

Manu: yaaayyyyy !

There was no day 3 or day 4. The lessons stopped and Manu is always weak in grammar. So when Rama killed Ravana, Rama killed Ravana and Ravana was killed by Rama. And if there are grammatical mistakes here, believe me even I hate grammar.

The happening place - At the park

     There is a park near my house. Just a ten minute walk from my home. I am visiting it from my childhood days. When I was young I used to go there to play badminton or cricket and I did not care what others was doing. But now I realized that it is the hot and happening place.

     Some days when I enter the park suddenly I will hear some roar from inside. For the first time, I was intrigued by this. Actually the roar was from a group of people standing in a circle and doing laughter therapy. They will shout like anything from the bottom of their belly and they will call this laughter. I mean how can people say it is laughter therapy when people actually don’t laugh. They were just screaming and scaring the hell out of other people. Does this laughter therapy really work?

     Then there is Mr.Enigma. He is one of the bunch who comes for a daily walk. But he is different. When most of us walk in clockwise direction he comes in the opposite one. He will be a man of forty to forty five. He always wears a half shirt mostly a plain colored one and a dark colored shorts preferably a bright red one. He tucks his shirt into his shorts and wears a leather belt. He wears his coolers also. He always has one radio or some mp3 player or his cell phone or something which is too loud. He keeps his loud speaker near his ears (everybody near can hear and am not sure why he is keeping near his ears) and always plays bollywood music. He walks at great speeds which no human can walk and when he passes you will feel that Tom cruise has just crossed you in his Ducati! 

     One day I even saw a calf  strolling. Two men walking in front of me tried to push the calf through the gate but the calf was too strong and didn’t budge. It came running back to the walkers path and looked at the men as if it is yelling at them like “hey if you morons can use the park then why can’t I ! ”   

to be continued ...

The find of the mouth watering Jilebi !

No one can eat just one -apt for Jilebi too. It was during my college days, the day was the same as usual attending our classes with sick faces. Sometimes to kill time what we do is when one say something we catch what the person tells and irrelevantly say something. Actually we try to make a joke but it is not and will not be. This we call as mokka. When one puts mokka it will be like laughing, crying and hanging ourselves at the same time. Coming back to jilebi when it was dull and not a fine day my friend told me he was going to give treat. Oh atlast something to cheer for the day.We finally decided on our place. It is “The dhaba express..” really a kind of place to express your hunger !

        We raced to the place, dashed and even pushed others and fumbled while climbing the stairs as if we were on a hunger strike. For god’s sake the restaurant was only in first floor. No space for morals when it comes to filling your stomach. It was unlimited veg buffet. We always prefer to get something for free or unlimited, it is in our DNA. If not other people it is definitely in Indian DNA. We tried everything that was present in the buffet, but it was the jilebi that everyone waited for. People were crowding near the empty vessel restless waiting there for the jilebis to make their appearance. Finally it arrived with majesty. There was a stiff competition for it, people started using their hands and started grabbing ten to twenty in a plate. The waiter started shouting at everyone to use tongs but none cared. How Indian!The jilebi is made by some flour which i am not sure and with jeera water,ghee. 

Whatever the ingredients are, even the alchemists couldn't have arrived at this awesome stuff!

A Graduation ceremony at its best

A year after finishing college, our college convocation was held. It was a hot and humid day. Before the convocation day we were all mailed an invite letter along with instructions to be followed sheet. In that one rule was ‘you are not allowed to bring children below eighteen years of age. They would have probably thought we would have become parents at this point of time. After four years of emptying our pockets they even charged thousand bucks as registration fee. For gods sake why do we have to register for our own graduation. Then for undergraduates they gave black robes and for post graduates yellow robes. It was thirteenth convocation ceremony and for thirteen years they have been giving the same robes and the robes were stinking. The chief guest gave the certificates himself only for the gold medal people and it was three of them. For the rest of us they distributed the certificates before hand and we have to carry those to the stage and pose to the camera like we are receiving from the chief guest. The person who is calling names on the stage will be calling out name of one person but the one who is presently on the stage will be entirely a different person. Then we were all given packed lunch which was below average. And then we dispersed and that’s how my graduation ceremony went.  

The Greatest sucking in the history of sucking – Part One

By my friend.

Lets start with my friend. He is Mr. Devil Shortbottom. We both work in the same  corporate. Get this on your head- he is working in an MNC. He is going to quit the company in sometime soon since he is going to do his masters in Charlotte, US. He wanted to take two days leave for his visa process and other procedures which includes a Friday and the following Monday. He asked permission regarding the same to his manager and he denied. So my beloved friend Mr. Devil Shortbottom made his father to ask permission for the same and his father did! He gave some shit like his son was ill or something and finally achieved in what they intend to. Proud father and proud son now they are. I would love to have a peek in my friend’s boss’s mind when this happened. 

Life

Life - What is its ultimate goal?  How to be happy? How to be successful in life? How to stop worrying and start living ? How to win friends and influence people? How to kiss? How to get pregnant? And so many other questions! Want to know the answers read further …

The ultimate goal of life – some say salvation, some say sex. You know it differs from person to person.

       

How to be happy? – Money and the luxuries it can buy makes a person happy. So do whatever you can to make money. Not by robbing or killing others but in a proper and intelligent way.

       

How to be successful in life? – Hard work and perseverance are definitely the answers.

How to stop worrying and start living? How to win friends and influence people? – These are the works of Dale Carnegie. Please read them if you want to know more.

       

How to kiss? How to get pregnant?  – The most popular search terms that appears in Google if you type ‘how to’ and ‘how to get.’ Do the same and thousands of web sites will give you what you are looking for!

And there are so many other questions in life that are answered or unanswered. Let us not go too much philosophical and this work is definitely not one. There are certain things in life which go unnoticed which shouldn't have.I bring these before you and promise that you will love it.