Monday, April 30, 2012

01. Touch of Mist - Love @ First Sight ♥♥

Touch of Mist 

♥♥ CHAPTER 01: Love @ First Sight ♥♥

Bangalore, Karnataka
Spring was in the air. The busy city, with its arid, dusty streets, 
garbage laden sidewalks and leafless withering trees seemed to have 
come to life in a way that made children laugh and play; lovers hold 
hands and even make wrinkled old women smile at one another.
Reena woke up earlier than usual, took a quick bath and wore a 
maroon salwar. She glimpsed her reflection in the mirror and was happy 
with what she saw and appreciated herself for the choice of clothes 
and accessories. She packed Sidney Sheldon's Memories of Midnight 
and Programming Android book into her bag which had an Applz 
logo. The bag was given to her complementary by her new company 
at the time of joining. She proudly took her company ID card, kissed 
her picture with a grin and zoomed to the bus stop.
Today, the day she had dreamt of for a long time. The day she 
started her course - B.E (Information Technology) in the best university 
in India, her aspiration was to get placed with Applz Inc. The placement 
statistics reports, disclosed it to be one of the best and toughest 
companies to be hired by. Reena cleared 12 rounds of interviews to get 
the wonderful job offer and endured further rounds of interviews to join 
the project. After a successful completion of hard-hitting trainings and 
exams given by Applz, she was adorned into a new project at a new 
branch and today, she was on her way to her first day of her new 
The light breeze, bringing in the fragrance of fresh blooms, teased 
her soft hair and the dupatta. It was getting late, but Reena was enjoyingthe soft sun and the light breeze, so she didn’t mind waiting. A brightly 
coloured ball rolled and stopped at her feet. Smiling slightly, she picked 
it up and rolled it back towards the two little boys who were playing 
with it.
She boarded a bus and found an empty seat opposite to a guy, a 
complete stranger, just like any other day. Never in her wildest dreams 
had she thought that this stranger would one day, mean the world to 
her. He is Gautham, a tech savvy Software Engineer with eye-catching 
looks and resembles any supermodel. Gautham is a big cricket freak 
and has always experimented with his hairstyles based on the cricket 
players’ hairstyle trends. Last year, he grew a long mane to match with 
that of Dhoni, whereas this year, his hair is short and spiky, to get that 
Virat Kohli look. Next year!? Only our Indian cricket team can decide! 
His accessories include a Rolex watch, Woodland shoes, Hugo Boss 
sunglasses and Stars & Straps’ belt. If ‘Apple’ launched a new version 
of the I-Phone, he would definitely swap with his I-Phone 5S version 
for the latest one!

(Readers: Trendy guy! Doesn’t he owe the latest Suzuki’s Hyper Sports bike?
Author: Undoubtedly, he does own a latest sports bike. But he 
prefers traveling in a bus for three reasons. One, he doesn’t want to 
waste PETROL for riding to his office without a girlfriend on his bike.
Reason 2, he is a typical software techie who returns home at mid night and hence prefers his company transport while coming back on those late, strenuous nights.
Reason 3, he doesn’t want to get caught by the infamous Bangalore traffic police and pay them bribes even having showing them the mandatory documents.)

Reena flopped down in haste as the bus was about to make a move. 
He didn’t observe her as he was engrossed in listening to music. To her 
he seemed a bit crazy. She took out the book and got completely
immersed into it. After a few minutes of travel she finally broke the 
silence, “Could you please inform me when the First Technology Park 
Gautham pulled out his mobile from his pocket to pause the song he 
was listening to and confirmed in an American accent “FTP? Yup”
“Thanks!” she replied and delved into the book again and soon got 
engrossed in her book again. But Gautham was taken aback by her 
striking yet serene beauty. He could not take his eyes off her. There 
was something about her that attracted him. She possessed a stylish 
feather cut hair which added an extra delicacy and enhanced the beauty 
of her neck-line. Her petite nose, luscious lips and drop-dead gorgeous 
eyes were mesmerizing and they captivated his eyes like a magnet. 
Her nails were neatly shaped, manicured and polished in a shade 
complementary to her red lipstick. A string of tiny pearls were on her 
right wrist and a watch on the left one. He tried focusing on the road, 
but ended up checking her out again. Her hair had been caught by the 
light breeze of the A.C and was flying out behind her. Her beauty 
exponentially increased, as the minutes passed. He felt a catalyst 
speeding up a chemical reaction within his heart. He wanted to interact 
with her but controlled himself.  She was still buried under the Sidney 
Sheldon book without even noticing his continuous gaze.
(Eve:      Oh God! Why did you create us beautiful? These guys fall in love at first sight.
Adam:     Excuse me. There are millions of good looking girls in 
this universe. Are we falling in love with each and every of those million 
Eve:        Not exactly. But you don’t fall in love with an average looking girl.
Adam:       See, there is no term called good looking and average 
looking. Everyone looks beautiful to someone or the other. Actually, 
beauty lies in the eyes of the beholder. To me you look very beautiful
and attractive. I get a special feeling the moment I see you. So, I have fallen in love with you. You may not be beautiful to others.
Eve:      Oh! So you say I am ugly to others?
Adam:       I did say you are beautiful and attractive to me already.
Eve:       You indeed said that there are millions of good looking
girls in the universe.
Adam:       Chill. Let me clarify. I said there may be millions of 
good looking girls, but only you seem to be beautiful to me my dear Eve.
Eve:        No. It’s the other way around. I am ugly to others. And you feel there are millions of good looking girls.
Adam:     You girls can never pick up the positive part of a sentence. You just pick up the negative part and fight.
Eve:      You guys can never speak out a positive sentence. Always queue it up with negatives.)

FTP stop was about to arrive and he felt the adrenaline down his 
spine as he now had  a chance to talk to her but before he could do so, 
the conductor over took him and questioned her, “FTP? This is your 
“Gosh, how many people did you keep posted to notify about FTP?” 
Gautham was a little annoyed since he was about to knock Reena but 
She conveyed thanks to the conductor, got down and started walking 
towards the gigantic steel, glass and aluminium clad edifice - The Applz 
Inc. building. Gautham also got down and started following her like the 
most obedient disciple.

The FTP campus was built over 200 acres, dotted with 165 software 
companies like Infosys, Microsoft, Dell, Google, Accenture, Capgemini, 
Wipro and so on. All the companies had been constructed with unique, 
vibrant styles of sprawling architecture. Reena admired the ravishing 
beauty of the glass pyramid, spectacular egg shaped and grandly built 
Beep, Beep!!!
A young man on a bike, suddenly braked on noticing Gautham. He 
was a strikingly handsome man, in his twenties, tall, with chiselled 
features and  a head of curly hair. He is Kishore, Gautham’s best buddy 
from graduation and roommate. He is of the type who can just turn any 
stone for the sake of their friends. Kishore’s presence is liked and 
entertained by Gautham for the very reason that he has matured and 
balanced attitude.
Kishore offered him a lift, “On the way to office? I will drop you buddy. Come on!”
“You carry on dude; I couldn’t manage time for my morning walk. Will join you at the office,” Gautham said, annoyed at being disturbed while he kept eye on Reena.
"When were you so health conscious and had you ever gone for walking? Sick with your jokes! Now come and Sit.”
Gautham, exasperated with Kishore’s helping tendencies, sat on the bike. The bike zoomed pass Reena. He quickly took a snap of her with the camera in his eyes, and saved it the memory of his brain. Reena was not bothered about him, in-fact she hadn’t even noticed as she was preoccupied with her thoughts about her first day at Applz and she kept walking towards her destination.

At office, Gautham's cubical...
The walls were painted in lime green and mint green alternately, to 
visually stimulate and boost the mood and enhance their associate’sproductivity. Gautham’s cubical was covered with pictures and posters 
that were supposed to inspire work. A print out of his application topology 
that projected the layout of ‘How a different critical application in an 
enterprise connected to each other’ was embarked on the wall panels 
of the cubicle. Few trophies like “Best Innovator of the Year”, “APL 
Man of the match”, “Excellence Award” and “Spot Award certificate” 
were arranged neatly.
However, Gautham could just not concentrate on work today as he 
kept recollecting and pondering over her pretty face, those bewildering 
pair of eyes, those rosy lips and that soft smile at the corner of her 
beautiful lips.
“Good morning buddy,” his team lead said, pulling him out of his dream without warning.
He turned towards his right but to his alarm, all he could see was 
the face whom he had so deeply admired in the bus. He laughed at his 
madness and for a second he felt that as if he was in a deep slumber.
“Gautham, You there?”  The team leads voice echoed again from his left side.
He turned towards the voice and saw Varun his team lead standing to his left. He is about 28 years with sharp features but a serious-look. Varun initiated the introduction, “She is Reena Balasubrahmanyam, Graduate Trainee, joined our project today.”
Reena, his dream girl was standing towards his right. “Reena, he is Gautham Sridharan”
She exchanged the same mystified look that had overshadowed his eyes too and could only utter, “Hi!”
“Hello, Welcome to our team,” he said
He took her hand and gave her a firm handshake.
Varun continued, “Gautham had joined this organization as a graduate
trainee, and will be completing 2 years by December. For the time being, you will be reporting to him.”  He completed the introduction and allocated her seat right to Gautham’s place.
Reena was surprised to see colleagues sitting on bean bags instead of the standard ergonomic chairs. Initially, it looked very uncomfortable to her but, she soon realized how comfortable they were and how they created an informal, friendly ambience at the office.
Once Varun left the place, Gautham launched front camera in his 
phone. A huge smile stretched across his face. The smile mirrored his 
strangely satisfying look. This heart whelming happiness mixed with his 
newly felt ardor provided him with a snap he had never had earlier. He 
turned his face towards the monitor that was currently displaying a 
screensaver with a blue color tooth brush image and a famous quote, 
“Treat your password like your toothbrush. Don’t let anybody else 
use it and get a new one every six months.” He pressed the “Enter” 
key to exit from the screen saver and absently started typing R E E N A 
in the password text box instead of his password.
“The username or password is incorrect” he read the error message which was displayed and realized a trifle late that he has typed her name by mistake.
“Excuse me sir…” Reena called him gently. “Sir? Call me Gautham”
“Okay Sir…” Reena replied “Sir again?”
“Sorry Sir”
“Oops. Do I look like your school teacher? Did I teach you any subject, for which you are addressing me as sir?”
Reena stood speechless.
“Please call me Gautham. In the corporate world, we don’t
encourage employees to address others as “sir/madam”. I hope that during your induction you attended the session campus to corporate,” he said, trying to project his attitude as much as possible.
“I agree sir. But I am uncomfortable addressing my seniors by name.” replied the annoyed and surprised Reena.
“How did you address your seniors in college then?”
“In the first year, during ragging period we were ordered to address them as sir & madam. After that we called them brother. Can I call you brother then?” she asked innocently.
His heart skipped a beat.
“What? Brother? Then would you address the Manager as uncle? And the, CEO who is around 50, as grandpa?” He continued with an ordering tone, “Call me Gautham!”
“Ok,” drawled the reluctant Reena. 
“Tell me now. What do you want?”
“Could you help me in setting up a mail server?”
He helped her in completing all the formalities most willingly since it gave him an opportunity to get closer to her.

(Eve:      This is too much Adam. He likes her so much, then why can’t he be a little polite and nice?
Adam:     If we are nice to you girls, you will call us flirt. If we 
speak out just what is needed, you will call us rude. What do you want 
us to do?
Eve:      Try to deliver only what is needed.
Adam:    How to know, what is it?
Eve      : That’s your business. You need to research on that)

Lunch time...
Gautham thought of inviting Reena for lunch, but was held back as he didn’t want to appear like a flirt. At the same time, he didn’t want to miss a chance of talking to her.
He went nearer, caressed her hair and said, “Settled into the new 
“Trying to!” she replied in a lot of excitement. 
“Five minutes dear!” Reena replied.
“What 5 minutes? You come right now,” he started dragging her. “Ok, alright. Let’s go.”

They both went away chatting and smiling at each other.

Gautham had to be blissful at the above incident. But he was 
disturbed and shocked, since the last conversation was not between 
him and Reena. It was with some other guy and Reena. He was 
absolutely bewildered at the pandemonium within his heart as he wanted 
to bring back the butterfly which fluttered away from his grip leaving 
behind an awestruck child.

Next Chapter : CHAPTER 02: Love Re-Loaded

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Wednesday, April 11, 2012

01. Touch of Mist - I GONNA QUIT


Reena was all set to swallow the entire bottle of tranquilizers not to just drown her sorrows, but to END her life. She took out her high-end cell phone and scrolled down through her contacts in search of any possible guidance. As it was already 2:00 a.m. she was hesitant to seek out help at this late hour. She stood near the window and gaped at the electrified snaky road which seemed to beckon her towards heaven – the ultimate peace. But, on second thought, it seemed as hollow and dark like her life. She dragged herself inside her master bed-room, slid open the wardrobe door and took out a wooden framed photograph, which was taken about 20 years ago.  It was a memorable sight of her family, where her dad was giving her a piggyback ride. She caressed the photo lightly and breathed a morose sigh. Crystal tears rolled down her eyes and fell  onto the photo frame. She wiped off the droplet that had blurred out her dad’s picture and started wondering, who would wipe her dad’s tears away after her death. Still, her thoughts selfishly and stubbornly remained in favor of her decision to commit suicide.

Thursday, April 5, 2012



   Techie reads it as World Wide Web/World Without Windows.
Sports people assumes it as World Wide Wrestling.
Etymology reads it as Word Within the Word.
Harry Potter Fans guess it as Weasley's Wizarding Wheezes.
What, when and Where in Chat language.

But here my WWW refers to What Women Wants :) 

Do you believe cheerfulness blooms out when our life partner gifts us a Diamond Necklace? :D 
Or when he requests the salesperson to pack the costliest outfit in the shop? :))
Or when he takes his partner to 7 days 8 nights Mauritius excursion?? /hmm


The real happiness lies when our life partner acts as a wiper when we cry. When they perceive the tears behind an artificial smile. When they hold our forehead during an unbearable headache!A call during work hours to check about lunch intake. A tiny sms stating he will be late to domicile (in case)

Was this an over expectation? If so, SORRY!!!

Even solutions can be discovered to complex Maths problems. But unable to hit-upon the reason how the same blunder/Circumstances when our life-partner does becomes correct and becomes a Big crime/Sin when we do?!

Monday, April 2, 2012

What is that?

Watch this touching video clip, which shows a conversation between a father and son.

Father and son are sitting on a bench. Suddenly a sparrow lands across them. The old Father asks son, “What is that?” to which the son replies “A Sparrow” and looks back into his newspaper. After sometime his father again asks him “What is that”. A little annoyed, son replies “I just told you father, its a sparrow”.
Then, the sparrow flies to the other side and sits there. The father repeats his question “what is that?”. This time, son replies “A sparrow father, a sparrow…s-p-a-r-r-o-w……” and when again the father repeats his question, son is filled with anger and says “Why are you doing this Father? How many times I told you its a sparrow!!!”

Father gets up and goes into the house to take his old dairy. He comes back and asks his son to read a passage from the dairy, which goes like this “Today my youngest son, who a few days ago turned three, was sitting with me at the park when a sparrow sat in front of us. My son asked me 21 times what it was and I answered all 21 times that it was a sparrow. I hugged him every single time he asked me the same question again and again without getting mad, feeling affection for my innocent little boy.”

This is really a good video. I couldn’t help crying after watching it. Really meaningful, if only people of today could learn of the patience of this loving father. Its sad to think that often we are so succumbed to impulse like the son in this video.
A simple, yet very meaningful, with the message very clearly put forward