Shruthi's wrong job.

I met Shruthi for the first time when i was in !st PU. She is my sisters friend and is quite mad frankly. Her blog a testimony for that. Working with cake men and superhero uncles, she's lost her calling.

Please listen to the song below and encourage her to stop thinking she's a superwoman who has a cake fetish.
HER SONG

And tell her please singing is what she was born to do.

The Job Part 3

Your life flashes in front of you when faced with death, they say. Bull shit. All your senses awaken and all you can do is look at, wait for that inevitable. Ive faced bullets a million times and each time the anticipation feels different. Each time feels like the last time.

The Jeep was out of control and Shalini had been hurt. Krishna's throat was bleeding . A glass piece from the second blast had gotten stuck and he couldn’t talk. Raj was hyperventilating. His revolver, which was pointed at that damn terrorist Govindaraju was shaking. But all I could think of, even then, was that I had to kill that fuckin bastard, who was still handcuffed. If this sham has to look genuine, the handcuffs had to go. Krishna had the keys. He was supposed to free him and as soon the cuffs came off, I and Raj were supposed to shoot. But Krishna was hurt badly and I knew, it was just me now. Just me to make this look like self defense. My heart was in my mouth and I could hear Abhi yell out Shalini’s name.I hoped and prayed, that Shalu was alright. I took in a deep breath. It was now, or never. Raj nodded at me. His hands hadn’t stopped shaking. I took in a deep breath and reached for the key in Krishna’s jeans. Said a tiny prayer for his well being and slid in next to the bastard. Just as I twisted the key into the cuffs, Krishna kicked my leg. As soon as I looked up I saw, looming large and blocking the path, a tree. It doesn’t matter how many life threatening situations you’ve been in, it always is a shock. I yelled out to Abhi. But before I could even look back, I felt the impact. All I remember thinking then was ‘FUCK!!’ before something hit my head and I blacked out.
I woke up 12 hours later in a hospital , without a clue how I got there. No one seemed to know anything. All anyone had to say to me was a woman got me to the hospital and no one had seen her since. Its been 3 days now and Ive been on the phone with all the authorities. No one knew anything. Where are my friends? Was the woman who got me here, Shalini? Why didn’t anyone know anything?

Letter.

The crackle of paper

A handwriting that tapers.

A smile of a memory

Of fun and revelry

An idea. Maybe two.

Few emotions.

And the hope of new.

A letter it was, with words few.

But what it said was rather true.

Letters- Don’t you think it s like studying the universe. Reading of that, which already has been. Both are of the past, mistaken often for the present.And both bring our notice other kinds of life out there. Don't you think?

The job. Part 2

The second the second blast went off, Abhishek knew something was horribly wrong. He couldn’t keep driving the Jeep. The left tyres were flat and it was swiveling wildly. Only one bomb was supposed to go off and nobody , well except that bastard of course , was supposed to get hurt. Yet, There she was, bent over her seatbelt with blood everywhere. ‘Shalini!!’ he screamed. Oh God! What had he done? He knew he couldn’t have told Shal the plan. They’d had the discussion before. She wasn’t against capital punishment, but she was certainly against taking law into their own hands. With good reason, it seemed. It had been Jo’s idea. All this court procedures took too long, he’d said. They dodged bullets in so many cases, to have some motherfucker jerk get off on bail. This wasn’t going to be one of those cases. It had been carefully laid out. A bomb would go out, guns would be shot and the earth would be rid of a huge burden. Rajesh had never been keen on the idea. ‘It wont work’, he’d said. ‘Too many glitches.’ But Rajesh had been outnumbered. The plan was on. But Shalini? Oh, all he wanted to do was to protect her. He knew her too well. She couldn’t have lied on the stand. The only way this charade could work was to have Shalini not know anything about it. Though the team had their doubts it, it had been his call. She was his fiancé God damn it ! He’d wanted to protect her. He’d failed. So miserably since she was now unconscious and bleeding. ‘Shalini!!!’ he screamed again.Oh God! Let her be all right he said looking at her. Please!! He heard Jo’s voice ‘Abhi!?? Look out!!’ but before he could do anything, he felt the horrible impact, and everything went dark.

The tag.

Shruthi tagged me a while ago and asked me to list a few weird things about me. So, i thought that's easy. I'm weird because.. err... umm.. i know.. no, no, that isn't weird. ok! i know!! umm.... errr... ahh.. ok. It wasn't supposed to be that difficult. So i called up my darling sister.
' So, Maan, what do you think is weird about me?'
'Whats not weird about you?That's easier don't you think?'
' Alright. like list it can ya?'
'Well, ya... you.. err.. errr... ummm.. Ok. I have to work now. bye'
*click*
So i sat in this daze.Was i really that boringly normal? Really? That wasn't the nicest thing you know.So i thoughtand thought and thought and i came up with the following few.

1. I have to put on the light in the loo, at whatever time i go. 1:00 am, 1:00 pm, 4:00 pm... Anytime. And however bright it is outside.

2. I have a particular side of the road i like to walk on. It differs from road to road. I have to walk on that side of the road. No compromise.

3. I used to be very very afraid of elevators and escalators. ( living on the 6Th floor, for over a year helped remove that fear). Its like in Harry Potter-' Never trust anything whose brain you cannot see' or something like that.

4. I sometimes, And this is a big secret, have arguments and make it seem like Ive given it a lot of thought, while in fact I'd have just thought of it.

5. I have an insane urge to scratch out any kind of polish on my nails. Toes or fingers. I sometimes wear nail polish, so that i can scratch it out later. Muhahah!!

6. Oh , My day starts at 11 in the morning till 2 in the night. I usually have my most heart felt conversations at 1 am in the morning. Fellow nocturnals. hail thee.

Thats all. If anyone i know can think of any other weird things about me. Please do write in.
So long.

The job. Part 1

This post has been inspired by my dream which sadly, I remember only in bits.

She looked at him with utter dedication. She could see the little vein near his jaw throb. He was tense, she knew, and was trying really hard not to show it. His hand gripped the steering wheel tightly. Another tell tale sign that he was worried. But she couldn’t see why he should be. She looked behind, where three of her colleagues sat. Jo, Rajesh and Krishna were the best in the department. She respected and trusted them fully. In between Jo and Krishna sat the reason all of them were together- Govindraju aka Sunil bhai was wanted in a dozen odd cases involving major thefts and in a few cases murder. But the main reason, he sat cuffed to the jeep window was that he was the brain behind blowing up the churches in at least five cities simultaneously causing deaths of hundreds of people.

When she looked at him, Govindraju, that bastard, smirked at her. Disgusted, she turned back. Abhishek, smiled at her. He had a beautiful smile, Abhi. It was what she had first noticed about him. She loved how his smile always reached his eyes. But today, it wasn’t anywhere near beautiful. She reached out and touched his hand on the steering wheel. She needed him to know that she was there with him. All the way. They were in this together along with the other three. ‘ Alright! Jo? It is time?’ he said suddenly, removing his hand from underneath hers. She looked back now, wondering, time for what? When suddenly, there was a blast next to the jeep. ‘Raj? You up for this?’ Abhi asked loudly. ‘No! I told you that before, Abhi, im not. But I don’t think you’ve really left me with a choice here’ he yelled. She was now confused. Up for what? Choice? What the hell were they talking about? Just then, there was another blast near her window, the glass shattered, and everything suddenly went dark.

To be continued.

Fears.

Two places that make me intensely uncomfortable.

1. Temples.

2. Hospitals.

And in no particular order.

Temples: ( or places of worship)  Born A Brahmin, i was often taken o temples. This archana,another pooja, other abhishekum etc. Even when i was a child, standing in those lines, waiting for the priests to get the teertam was so weird. I feel like am judged everytime the priest comes close to me. I was told as a child to fold my hands and pray to the idol.It's God, they said. But i never felt like praying. I felt like it was a sham. What would a stone idol understand what i was saying? I was scared that people will discover I'm a fake .I still am uncomfortable going to temples. Whenever i enter one, i have an urge to run. 

So i thought, maybe its only because, well, its a temple. Maybe its the chanting and the drums and the bells. So, when i joined a christian institution , i went to the chapel to see, if it was only temples. I sat in the chapel for 5 minutes. The silence scared me. Really really spooked me out. It seemed inhuman that in a college of over 5000 people, a place existed where no noise permeated. Shudder. Still gives me the spooks.

P.S: I do believe in GOD. But i rather pray to him my way.

Hospitals: This is more common I'm guessing. The sick patients , the suffering. I'm sure a lot of people are uncomfortable in hospitals. I am one of them. Doctors intimidate me with their stethoscope talks and their prescription notes. Its not only the sick patients, its all of the family. Have you ever stayed in the hospital  overnight? The sea of people, the constant hum of noise, the nurses and doctors walking in and out. It is the most uncomfortable situation.Hospitals give out  the 'what if ' aura. Recently a friend was admitted in the hospital. The place where he was admitted had wide corridors, with the antiseptic smell. As soon as a stepped in, i really had to fight the urge to turn back and leave. And the more people I saw around me, the more i needed to get out. It was fine in about 5 minutes. but till then, it was my nightmare. 

Why am i telling you guys this? I don't know. Maybe its got to do with lifts I'd refused to climb and elevators i used to avoid or even dogs i kept away from. Will i ever walk into a temple voluntarily, i wonder?