Why don't they let the dead rest in peace?

She was so beautiful, she was so smart,
She was known as one who beat in every heart.
She had no ties with the bad and evil,
She had a record as clean as white.
But why didn't they let her rest in peace?

She had a drink, she kissed this man,
There was nothing to be said but people drew a connecting line.
The speed was high, the driver all drunk,
He lost the wheel for a second, and they all ended in rubble.
She was no more, so were the others,
But why didn't they let them rest in peace?

The line got bolder, the rumors still deeper,
All because the guy she kissed died along with her.

They gathered in many to pay respect,
They gathered in many to lay their wreath,
And within a few days new rumors began to creep.
But still they didn't let her rest in peace!

Once know for a person with an oh so loving heart,
Was now known as a person with a black mark.
The media made their money; the cops began their quest,
All to find out till where the line could be drawn.

Some said she was engaged, some said she was not,
Others said she was carrying,
But why didn't anyone say "Leave it alone, let her rest in peace?"

Lots of money spent, lots of time ticked by,
And finally they pronounced that she was clean all the while.
But again, why couldn't they let her rest in peace all this while?

What was the need to carry on this quest?
Who would it benefit?
For the one accused has turned to dust with the rest!

After all this, a question arose within me,
Why do people always make use when the person who is dead is the one accused?


He drove his car on that day; He was enjoying his drive,
He then felt his body sweat,
He knew well that he was on the verge of a stroke.

He stalled his car at the nearest hospital,
He was quick to call his doctor friend.
He consulted his friend and was content that he had done his part well.

This hospital was not well equipped, the staff not at their best,
There was some commotion while this man was going through his stroke.
They laid him in an ambulance, and off went the siren,
They decided to take him to the hospital where his doc friend was setting the table.
Things had to go wrong; the vehicle got a flat,
And as time passed by, even his pulse was going flat.

The replacement came in a while; a sigh of relief filled their eyes,
But it wasn't long before this one ran out of fuel.
They made a call, another ambulance set off,
And this man was now moving into a coma without a clue.

The doc finally got to see his dear friend,
But in a state where he could do nothing but pray that he could cheat his end.
The prayers did work but not for long,
This man did not last to see the new morn.

His family wept and so did the others,
And many couldn't believe this dramatic an end to occur.
A while passed by, the hurt was healing,
When people came by to say "Sue those criminals! This man did not deserve to die."

His time was over; he was destined to die,
For he could not cheat death even though he knew that what he had done was right.
But people never understand such things, they always want revenge,
Why can't they just let such people rest in peace at their end?

If filing suits could bring the dead back,
Then our judicial system would have such cases piled by the lakh.
But people can never change, they will never let the dead rest in peace!

Park 99 - Memories unfold!

Firstly, my apologies for keeping y’all waiting so long for this post.
Time, one of the things that cannot be controlled and we don’t get tired hoping it could be controlled. But even though time never slows or fastens its pace we still notice time to move slow or fast depending on the immediate environment. For example: I remember sitting in a class that took ages to get over even though it lasted for just as long as the others. I could listen to the lecture for about 10 minutes then sketch then sleep and then wake up and wonder what is happening for the last 10 minutes of class and then be in proper senses to answer questions like "John, were you sleeping because you are not well or you are not well because you were sleeping?". So, don’t you think it would be right to say that the pace of time ticking has a lot to do with the surroundings at that instant? Well I think it is right!
The herd chose hangouts which suited this phenomenon rather well, we knew what pace we want time to tick at and our hangouts gave us just that pace. Park 99 was one of my favorites, simply because time ticked at my pace, most of the time, except for times when I had to complete assignments for the next hour (park 99 always betrayed me on that :( ) But then, who cares!!! I used to have a great time sleeping on dried leaves fallen on the roof of the sump in the shade of the berry tree.
Park 99 is a place well equipped with an ultra large concrete trophy (a water tank) bundled with a pump house and the sump on which I always slept, a kid’s play area and lots of plants. These simple constructions provided for our adventure drives. Wondering how??? Hmmm… I think it is best to keep you wondering because I don’t want to reveal our little secrets to major fun!
The water tank was not just used for providing water to the houses in the layout but also worked as our “how scared of dogs are you?” meter. Wondering how again?? Well this time I’ll tell you! There was this maid who occasionally got a German Shepard for a stroll. Now among the herd are two chicken :) These guys are really scared of dogs. They were like Laurel and Hardy with exchanged heights… one was lean and short (Boranna) and the other (PapaBear – the name says it :) ) was stout and tall. So, coming back to the dog in the park… when these guys sensed the dog’s presence, they would run straight for the ladder of the water tank and climb it in a wink. I’d never seen anyone climb ladders that quick. Boranna was the quicker of the two and would settle for nothing lesser than 25 feet above ground, PapaBear on the other hand would give up at about 10-15 feet, something high enough to stay away from the dog. So did this explanation help? It better have!
I also remember spending quiet moments in the park… sleeping :) haha, not always though. There were times when I needed some time and a lot of quiet to sort out some things and park 99 helped me do just that. We friends spoke of all kinds of things from bikes to food, Loki’s attendance to Boranna’s weird interests, basically whiling out our time in perfect serenity. And what made things better was that no one other than us liked that park… so it was ours when ever we wanted to go there.
`The only problem with this place was that we couldn't go there when we were hungry! But not to complain... as the park would have been crowded otherwise. :)
Each of us friends may have different memories associated with this place, but for me it has a lot to do with helping me out with my decisions and of course the “how scared of dogs are you?” meter! :)

The CISA newsletter crew!


“Hey! Did she call my name out?”
“Yes Loki”
“Did she mark me present?”
“Not sure Loki, don’t think so”
“Ay what man!!!”

OK. Enough of all this; my butt is hurting now after sitting here for so long.
“Hey Du, what say?”
“What’s next?”
“Oh! Come let’s go.”
ACA – the only subject where we had to read one sentence which ran into about ten lines of small print in a big book and contained at least 15 technical words which were grouped together to make logical sense but practically impossible to remember.
“Husain, what say?”
“Hun, what?”
“ACA next, want to come”
“hmmmmm, OK”
“Aaay…… you want to go now eh?”
“But what will you do?”
“SL” (Stands for Silver Line)
“Ay, you want to go eat now? Anyway it is lunch break after this!”
“Let’s see”
“Ay, let’s attend no! I have less attendance I think.”
Loki’s doesn’t bunk to reach low attendance… he just forgets to answer, just the way he lost attendance in the previous period.
“We’ll take care of that Loki”
“Pack fast man!”

“Sir, we have to edit the next issue of the CISA newsletter. Can we leave now?”
Attendance settled. Loki happy, so are we. This was just one of the small benefits of being in the good books of teachers. CISA by the way was the most direct abbreviation (and very sidey too) for Computer and Information Science Association. The only association which was run by us group of friends and got no assistance from the others in our class simply because we were considered snobs and arrogant people!

“Hello, Hey Sid we are bunking, get the others along”
The same story said. The same result achieved.
So much for the Compsci people. Now to get the tronics guys.
“Hey Sunil, we are bunking, come let’s go.”
“Ay no da!”
“Why da?”
“Boring da!”
“Ay come da!”
“Ay no”
“Ay come da!”
“Ay no da”
“Ay come da!”
“Ay no”

“Ay come da!”
That was the trick. All you need to do is be persistent or in other words… you need to say “come” just once more than his limit to say “no”. :) Along with Sunil we also managed to pull the other folks from his class.
So now we are about 8 article readers (ignoring the fact that there are only about three articles that are to be proofed), 1 layout designer, 2 typists and the remaining 3 for moral support!
Say hi to the “Herd”
And now that the newsletter crew (the "herd" more importantly) is together, what do we decide to do??? Sit on our bikes and scoot off to one of our regular addas, which, by the way, are not too difficult to find. These are our favorites: Food joints (“Silver Line” coded SL, “Shanti Sagar” coded SS) or nature. (“The limestone quarry” coded, simply, Quarry, and “The municipality park near SS coded “Park 99”)
Now we didn’t get any bright idea to name that park “Park 99”… this is what you will find painted in big bold letters on the pump house which is inside the park.
Wondering what exactly we did in the park?? Wait for the next post!

Kannada barattaa?

In view of the coming Holiday... November the 1st. Kannada Rajyotsava ( do we really need this holiday?)
here it goes....

Tamil Nadu, the one place where every individual lands up building a vocabulary of at least a hundred words in Tamil ranging from the slang “po da” to the greeting more popular than good morning… “Saaptiaa?” Which means “had something to eat?” This is one place where the locals really love their language, culture and heritage and the thought of trying to learn a different language is the last thing on their mind.

I have a few friends who have been to Chennai and when I ask them how was their experience this is what they say: “These people don’t budge from speaking Tamil!”

On a wider angle, Delhiites don’t budge from Hindi: “Kyun, theek bola na?”, Bengalis from “tumi kemon achho?”, Keralites from “Yendada mone?” and Biharies from “Kaisan ho bituwa?”. Then there are Mumbaikars with a mixture of Hindi and Marathi, Hydrabadies with a mix of Urdu/Hindi and Telugu.

Any one who visits these places are bound to come back with a considerable vocabulary of the local language. The local language comes along with people like silver foil stuck on sweets (Sorry.. can’t help it… I just love food).

All this brings me to think about my land, and more specifically, my city, the garden city “Bangalore”. Every outside person who comes here does not face any language problem. They needn’t sweat it out to learn kannada or attend some rapid kannada speaking course. Given a span of three months a non kannadiga would learn a max of 30 words which include words like “Bartira?” (Will you come?), “Hogtira?” (Will you go?), “Yeshtu?” (How much?). All these words learnt widely because they can take you places, literally, if you want to use an auto to commute then you got to know these words and that’s where the need to know to speak kannada ends. The rest of the city just welcomes you with the language you know be it Hindi or Tamil.

I’ve been here in Bangalore all my life. I’ve seen this place change and more importantly I’ve seen the use of kannada fade away with time. This place has gotten more cosmopolitan with locals speaking in tongues of outsiders. It has reached such an extent that kannadigas themselves don’t know kannada properly.

Why is it so? Is it because people think it is not cool to speak in kannada? Or is it simply great hospitality of us kannadigas to make our guests feel really comfortable by speaking their tongue? I think it has got to do with a bit of both. If it were not for the dislike of the language the Kannada film industry would not try imposing all kind of bans on movies of other languages or Kannada activists would not go around spraying black paint on English boards. This dislike for the language gives us more scope to learn other languages and what we pick up is greatly influenced by our surrounding, like the way I picked up some Tamil from my neighbors. No offence to the North Indians but they have greatly poisoned us with Hindi. Almost every person who has a North Indian as a friend takes great pain to learn to speak Hindi than let the other person learn kannada. The other part, hospitality of us kannadigas… well we are world famous in India for this :), which means that we love to make our guests feel at home. And what best a way than to let them use their language and we sacrifice ours.

It sounds good that we are cosmopolitan and all that stuff but if you look closely you will see that all the metros, the places that have been important trade centers in India for decades now have not lost their language, culture and heritage. Delhi: people still speak Hindi all the time. Calcutta: Bengali reigns. Mumbai: Marathi never dies out and Chennai: come rain, come snow, come Tsunami… Tamil will always survive. Then why is it that Bangalore is in a hurry, a rat race to let away its culture and heritage? Is it good? India is known as “the land of many languages and cultures and rich in heritage”. But at the rate at which Bangalore is going India will have the original "many- 1" languages, the culture and heritage might just last a little longer.

As a helpless and lazy individual all I can do is pray that we do not let things fade away as rapidly and work towards growing our roots deeper and keep our language and culture strong. Let us not let people put so much silver foil on us that our actual colour and flavour is lost. And more importantly let us learn to be proud of being Kanadigas.

(By kannadigas I mean we the people of Karnataka and not just the Kannada speaking masses)

My new template

I was getting mixed comments for my previous template that i decided to change it to something mellow. But I think there will always be a difference in opinion when they come from people with different tastes. My sis finds this new template cold and dead. She says it is lifeless and she really liked my old template. What bout the others?

Friday the 13th

For a long time now people have believed this crazy superstition that Friday the 13th is a day when one can expect hell to make its presence felt to him/her. We just happened to get through one of these days… “October the 13th, 2006”.
I didn’t realize it until my friend pointed it out and then, from that very instant, I was on red alert taking care to see that I do not screw up any thing. The day went on with me on guard and nothing happened until about 5:00pm. I had totally forgotten about external factors that could make my day hell. I heard rumbling sounds coming from the roofing. Sounds like those of barrels being rolled on wooden flooring. I had no clue of what was going on. A loud thud broke my thought process of trying to figure out what could be the cause of the sound. It was crazy, a thud followed by the rumble again.
I sprang out of my seat like a jack in the box, looked around, found nothing different, and looked up just to notice that one of the roofing panels had broken open. Things were getting scarier now. What was it up there that was so menacing?? What was it that had enough brains to get roofing panels off their supports??
My first thought of answering that question went in the direction of tiny little evil creatures which have immense power, thanks to the novel “Darkness Comes” which I had read a few months back. It was a thought and it ended there, I don’t believe in black magic anyway. The rumbling continued, and this time it was even louder, loud enough to get some more jacks out of their box. We all wore a similar kind of expression, a distinctive scared and curious look.
It was time we needed a brave knight or a wise magician or just about anyone who could save our souls from what we were experiencing. At that time another thought struck me… it was happening… Friday the 13th in all its horror. Well, we finally got someone brave enough who took measured steps to get under the opening. He peered into the darkness of the opening while we were praying that horror movies do not turn to reality in a place when adventure happens on a regular basis anyway. He looked around for some more time; we looked at his reactions trying to judge what could be in, and then spoke. “There are monkeys up there!” he said. And we were like… “What!!!”. “Lots of them!!” he said and moved away. That word “monkeys” released all the air stuck up in our lungs and we eased out.
Yeiks!! Now this was turning interesting, monkeys doing monkey tricks in the roofing of the first floor of a four storied building. All I had on my mind was “How the hell did they get there???”
The rumbling got louder, faster. We got the hint that the monkeys were now restless and trying their best to break free.
We were asked to move out of our seats and go to some place safer. We chose to go near the pantry and be VIP observers as the house keeping guys came equipped with sticks. More and more panels started falling off, all in random places, the rumbling continued and we were enjoying seeing the house keeping guys try and get the monkeys out of there. All work had stopped and this gave way to relaxed minds creating jokes related to monkeys and all the happenings at that hour. A few colleagues of mine came up with employee ids, usernames and passwords for the monkeys. They also came up with a separate tab for the issue tracker with the tab named “Issues related to Monkesh”. They were having a gala time while the house keeping were sweating it out to get those menacing creatures out of the place.
An hour passed by before we realized that the panels had stopped falling, the rumbling all silenced, the house keeping guys all confused. Where did the monkeys go after all??
Good they found a way out of the roofing without being escorted through our work area otherwise we would find a crowd of civilized people behaving worse than monkeys.
All this made considerable damage to my day. I had to wait an extra hour to end my day which meant that I would reach home real late and not have much time to do anything else but eat and sleep.

55 words - The story in the making!

It started with the stargazer and reached el furibundo. and now it is with me to script this story's destiny. Here are my 55 words which continue the story that was left here.

This question haunted him for years now and he decided to give it an end. He sat at the station thinking about what had just happened and about what he could do. No train, no name, a briefcase loaded with money and a life that seemed endless to live. He decided to change it all...


No one more of who we know to take this forward... so the stargazer gets it back to take this to new levels.

The sense of superiority

6:15pm: The bus starts off from my workplace.
6:30pm: We join the tail of the never-ending traffic jam on hosur road (now all those who don’t use that road can stop feeling sorry for me. I’m used to it).
6:45pm: We are moving (I think) somewhere on hosur road.
7:00pm: We are still on hosur road.
7:15pm: Yippee... we just got off Hosur road. So... how much distance did we cover??? 6km. Ok... let's try and make it look long... we traveled 6000 m. wow!!!

Anyway... let’s carry on with the journey back home...

7:20pm: people start queuing up near the door to get off the bus... Lucky guys... they have finished with the bus journey...
7:25pm: the bus if getting empty, lots more people have reached their destinations.
7:30pm: we're at this traffic junction and some more people line up waiting for the bus to take a turn and stop so that they can get off the bus.

Now... this is where the actual content of this post starts... :)
The bus takes the turn and then, following tradition, stops bang in the middle of the road a little further away from the junction. The first guy getting off looks to avoid any passing vehicles and gets off. The next guy almost follows when this tempo which was behind the bus tries to overtake from the left and almost knocks off the guy. Seeing all this our bus driver, the oh so civilized guy, starts swearing to the tempo driver. Now... who is at fault? Is it the tempo driver for trying to use that available space to the left of the bus to go ahead? Or is it the bus driver for using his brains to stop in the middle of the road.
Well at that point of time... I was just amused at the way the bus driver was swearing to the tempo driver.
What is it that made the bus driver think that he was right and the tempo driver was wrong?? I think it's got to do with the sense of superiority. The bus driver thinks he is superior to the tempo driver so he cannot be wrong, the driver of a luxury bus feels superior to a BMTC bus driver coz he is not driving yet another of those regular busses... so on and so forth.
If superiority can make a person go blind to the mistakes he is making, then who is responsible to correct the mistakes this guy made which is the root cause in the first place?

My Sketches...

Well... i thought I'll use this platform to show off some of my sketches.
I'm not all that good at pencil sketching but then... who is perfect ;)

Click on the images to see them in more detail.

My first sketch...
I remember my dad had got this pencil sketches book for my younger sister... I was looking at all the sketches in it and came across this one. Something in me told me that i need to try my hand at sketching this (till date i only drew in my prac books). I started off after dinner and this being my first sketch i took a lot of time to finish it... but i didn't give up... simply because i saw that what i was sketching was quiet close to the original. I finally finished the sketch at 2 in the night and was really pleased with what i had accomplished.

I had seen this on the pencil box of one of my friends and wanted to sketch it. We were new to college then and I didn't have the guts to sketch in class. I took the box from my friend and told him that i would return it when i finished with the sketching. I really appreciate him for his patience... he didn't get his box back for the next 2 months but still didn't mind. :)
No... i didn't take 2 months to sketch it... it took me 2 months to get into the mood to sketch it :P

I just love animated movies, cartoons, anything animated for that matter. Tarzan is one of my favorite animated movies. I've sketched quiet a lot of Tarzan... i had also reached a stage where i started sketching Tarzan on one of the walls in my room... but then... the mom factor came in and Tarzan had to be rubbed off the wall :(

Sketching this was quiet a task... getting to understand sun rays through clouds was fun. I still stare at the evening skies trying to master the way sun rays break through the clouds.
Now don't think that I sketched this off my imagination... i'm not that good an artist yet.

One of my very first sketches.
Got nothing much to say bout this sketch... i used to pick up anything i felt like sketching and would start off.

The one place where all us friends relate to. Every time we felt like going out of this urban rush and commotion we would ride down to this place... "the lake" as we call it. If you ask me which is my best sketch I'd say this one. Why? because I just love this place and also because i sketched this sitting at home (purely based out of how well i know the lake) and to tell you the truth... this is exactly how it is.

As i got older in college i became better in creative art than in studies.... this is one of the products of my precious time in class.


Life… one word among the many others for which people do not have a definite answer. If you look up a dictionary for the meaning of life you will find a whole lot of entries which mean different things... I think this is quite strong a fact to prove that no one has agreed on one definition of life. Life is like this one super dish which is made using lots of ingredients (I’m just too obsessed with food so that explains why I chose to explain life with a dish :) ). One small ingredient of life is achievement. All through life you have to perform to achieve something you’ve always wanted and people who make it through the struggle are called Achievers.

Achiever” according to me is one powerful motivator on its own. For example: we are always inspired by achievers and want to be like them or if we tell a person he is not an achiever and you will find a new zeal in him to outperform his competitors.

But is the motivation alone enough for anyone to become an achiever? I don’t think so. According to me there are two main things a person has to have if he wants to be an achiever. They are A Goal and most importantly Determination. And why do I think so… I don’t think achievement comes by you way when you walk on any random path of life… you need to know where you are heading. Having a goal is relatively easy compared to being determined to achieve it. You can consider determination as the fuel in your car when you are on a highway without a refill for miles to come. Almost every person you meet has a goal, but what separates achievers from the common beings is determination. Without a determination that lasts till you reach your goal is of no use coz you are then stranded in the middle of the highway without any fuel and to make things worse you are not sure of what to do (go back to where you came from or stay where you are hoping that someone will help you reach your destination someday).

There is no conclusion to this post... i've yet to figure that out.

Crazy mood again

Hi again... :)
everytime i look at my blog i feel like posting something more.
So eventhough i have nothing to tell you about... here's a post :P.
Now explain this mood of mine! :)

Happy... but why?

The eve of Independence Day was one of those days when I was all hale and hearty and was ready to try out anything that came my way. I don’t really know why I was in such a mood. I was just too happy (I think) about something. It was like one of those moods when I felt I had nothing to worry about, I had no problems in life and all my dreams (I don’t know which dreams too :P) were coming true. Du was surprised at my mood. I can't blame him... coz I was surprised too.
I don’t know if you have ever experienced such a thing but it feels really good to be in one of those moods.
Now someone help me out with this... Is there always a reason for a mood a person is in?
And if there is... then I am lost as usual :)

3 Days Apart

How does one get to know their future???
These are our options...
1) Consult these astrologers who have no clue of their own future and want to go around speaking about someone else’s days to come.
2) Get to meet that wise little parrot who picks a card depending on its mood. Well, if a parrot knows our future then why aren't they worshiped like Gods?
3) Get hold of a time machine which shows you your future. There are movies based on this theory: Minority Report and Pay Check are some of the many movies on this theme.

Now, I don't trust an astrologer (according to one such guy I was supposed to be something more like a looser); and a parrot doesn't look too convincing an option. The only option left out is a time machine which I think exist only in movies (and the saddest part is that these machines were destroyed in the movie itself :( otherwise I might just have considered getting hold of one haha). But then I still get to know what's in store for me at least a month in advance. And how is that... It’s because Du and I were born "3 Days Apart". I know I know... you think I’ve gone mad, but it’s true. Anything that has happened in our individual lives has sooner or later happened to the other. Be it goof ups in college, getting called to the princy's office for the stupidest of reasons, job offers, interview calls, what not. If something significant has happened in his life then you can be rest assured that it has happened in my life too not necessarily with the same magnitude though.
Still not convinced??? Ok let me tell you why I believe it...

If it happened once: no one including me would have looked at it seriously.

Twice: may be we could call it coincidence

Thrice: stunning coincidence

Anything beyond that: now that's where the count lies. Actually... we've lost count. :P

Ever since we noticed that our lives follow this so called "one month + or -" rule (which is I think 3 years old now) the belief in it has just grown simply because it has worked ever since. No matter how much we try to avoid the situation in which the other was (in cases when the end result has not been pleasant) we still face the same situation sooner or later (one month + or -).
I bet you are wondering why this post isn't called "one month + or -" or something on those lines... it's because we believe that all that has happened in our lives, one month + or -, is simply because we were born "3 Days Apart" :)
Now coming to who is "Du"... well, he's a buffalo brain :) , that's what i call him :P He's a really nice guy who patiently listens to whatever you have to say and then says "okkkkk..." (not always) before he says what he has to say :)

Cheers to our friendship!!!


I've always wondered why people have this extra bit of emotion when they do or experience something for the first time, be it the first day at college or the first time they write a post for that matter. From my past experiences of "first times" I think there are either of two major emotions which tag along... either joy, when you've won a race for the first time ever and you are about to step on the podium (the thing you always dreamt of standing on), or fear, on that first day of attending college, the students of which have set high standards in ragging. :)

This being my first attempt at creating and managing my blog, I have this slight feeling of joy coz this is something new to me and I’ve been wanting to do this for quiet some time now but was pure lazy. I don’t really know what you guys are destined to read on visiting this page but one thing is for sure... don't come here with an expectation... coz there is total chaos on "My side of the fence".