The AfterMAth

"That's It, That's It, That's It!! The rope is tied perfect to my waist. I can manage the fall. How much weight can it withstand?" "750 Kg I think. You don't worry brother. the rope is tied to the pulley perfectly and the full setup is foolproof. You need to take a very rapid stride and at the edge, fall from this building. You can do it. I trust you for this stunt, wait for the signal". "I got to do it", I told myself. The signal beeped. I took a big stride, leaped and made a dashing run to the edge of the building and fell...

"OUCHHHHH!!, You are one big moron you know that", my friend growled. I woke, "what have I done?". "You imagined your supernatural character and tried to imitate his stunt as a result you fell down from your bed. That's why I told don't sleep in the bed specifically to you." My friend wore a sober look. "I uttered a mild apology". "Please move away from me at least now and show me due concern, I weigh just 62 kg, whereas you are close to 100".

 The aftermath is something that happens after an incident has occurred. It can be named as the repercussions.Imagination of supernatural spaces, unimaginable thoughts of stunts happen and only happen in our mind. Sometimes the brain is the biggest of biggest wonders in this world. How much it can think just leaves one dumbfounded. Imagining we doing a space trip to Saturn planet and getting involved with the best of researches and findings, can only happen with the help of our brains.

But the only concern is we are terribly unsure when and where our brains provide us these imaginations and moreover what kind of imaginations. A fifteen member team, were sitting round a table with our boss explaining the model for a particular scenario. It was kind of a high level meeting. "And so that's the way the model works. It is very easy and simple from the outside, but I need a team dedicated to run the show and mind you it is very complex. It is not so easy as you all think..."

Brain told me"dude this chap is really boring. What about transporting you to the world of Batman, impressive right". "No, No, No, don't do it he is already terribly pissed off with my attitude and anything from now he will fire me for sure". "
"Hey brother relax, I am your brain two minutes of batman world won't do much harm. This chap will go on for the next half an hour. I don't want you to get dozed off."
"Fine then, but provide me with pictures as to how it would be if batman travels the full of space the universe. and goes to all planets".
"You are one complete man, always want to go away from our earth. Wait I will provide you the batman suite, you can team up also with the witty 'Iron Man' guy and go round our planet".
"But the boss is explaining something".
"Do not worry we can make it by the time he finishes".

And so there I was, with the complete gadgets of the batman. Whoa!! you are amazing. What a way to dress me up and here I go, and took a giant leap down the building headfirst and.."
"BANG!!" my head ached. "What happened?" thought I. My head hit the tabletop. I have literally 'DOZED OFF'. And coming back to my senses. "Where Am I?"

"It is not important to know where you are? The end result is what maters". replied my Boss.
"YOUUUUUU AREEEEEEEEEEEEE FIREDDDDDDDDDDD".

That's The Route

To get a route when we are in Chennai, the best ever people to be enquired upon are the Auto-Rickshaws. Those are the real class of people who are ready with an answer, for every route related questions posed to them. The irony is even if they don't know still they would manage an answer. I had an experience with them in recent times.

To any place we travel, one should always have enough details,as to where he is heading to and what information he requires in order to reach there. These are the basic prerequisites one would be expected to possess. Sadly a big thanks to the government of TN frequent power cuts, made me end up as a bait to all the above criterions.

Thoroughly exited upon the fascinating idea of meeting the members of the "Chennai Bloggers Club" (knwon as CBC), was I, on a very pleasant Sunday evening, the location named as the Broken Bridge. The run up to the day was so exiting that made me forget the area of the location, rather I just remembered the name. Fine I am a chennailite, can easily figure it out. Or even more if Sunday noon I log in and browse Google maps, I can find out where the location is. Lo Behold.! The power got cut.

Scheduled the meeting at 4 P.M in the evening, I started Fifteen minutes prior to the scheduled time. Such was the confidence on my driving skills, when I realized, I didn't know which area was it in. "OK, I can find out with anybody whom I meet". My first person was an Auto Rickshaw guy.
"Sir how to go to Broken Bridge Adyar?" Guessed it would be there.
"Do you know how to go to Adyar?" I realised I framed the question wrong.
"Sorry, Do you know where Broken Bridge is?"
"Beasant Nagar"
"Thanks"

Off I flew, "see it is very simple to find the route, man I know chennai". Thus was my thinking, until I reached Beasant Nagar. "Ok now where in Beasant Nagar", thought I. Another auto rickshaw guy happened to phrase it in a beautiful way.
"Sir, You need to go straight, then take the left, then follow the road straight turn no where, you will reach a rountana turn right, go straight, there will be a bridge that is the bridge there is no other bridge."

Thanking him, I somehow managed to reach the bridge. "Oops I don't have any CBC members in contact".
Midst these thoughts, I reached the place, but it had no relation with the name Broken Bridge. It was perfectly painted and upon it was embedded "Thiru Vi Ka Bridge Welcomes you" Well Probably another name I said to myself.

I called up my long time friend Mythri, who introduced me to this club. After warm greetings exchanged,"Hey, I guess I am at the Broken Bridge and don't have any contact of the persons, coming for the meeting can you forward me to them?". "Yeah Sure, there is a person named Jothi Vel, who is the coordinator, I will give you his number. By the way, you found out broken bridge eh good man".
Adjusting my voice and proudly said,"Hey, yeah there is only one bridge in Beasant Nagar and that is the Thiru Vi Ka bridge. So it was quite easy.."
Mythri intercepted" Thiru Vi Ka bridge eh Hari, you are in Adyar."

Jothi Vel immediately came to rescue soon after the conversation. A beautiful guide to the place made me reach at exactly 5 P.M. "Just an Hour late", thought I. Well there was the team, Mr Jothi, Mr. Harish, Ms Bhagirathy Samudram who introduced herself as Rathi, Ms. Bhavia Velayudhan, Sunder Rajan , Harsha 'Mariner', Mr. Vinod Velayudhan and Mr. Sahaya Joseph. After quite a laughter upon my experience in finding the route, it was really great to be with the team.

Bhagirathy, who had a great knowledge and interest in history of India was the highlight, en-lighting me  on the real incidents happened. It had me wonder her knowledge on that subject. All the guys were awesome and this was sure an one off meeting.

Vinod was a professional photographer and so was Sahaya. "Wow, that really sounds awesome. I sure ought to have one good display picture in FB for myself." thought I.
Well Jokes apart, this was really a very good gathering and the time spent was indeed beyond explanations.
And as Sunder had put it out in his status, "Though the bridge might be broken, it sure provided the platform for the beginning of our friendship". That was really a good thinking. And indeed "That's The Route".

P.S: Vinod I am sorry to use this picture of yours without your permission.My apologies.

Note: There were Five instances of power cut, before I could finish this piece of writing.
          All hail Govt. Of TN.  

An Ode To Friendship

To all my fellow buddies, I am definitely sure the very thought of the word "Friend" would leave you imagine many things. But when you guys are asked for a description about them, we can just not start but wonder,  as from where to start and from where to end. Such is the beauty of Friendship which we share with our fellow persons. According to me, friends are a group of people, rising from various walks of life, gathered together as a unit, to deliver a relationship that is just beyond expression. Hope I have managed a definition.

Assembled together are we, to do the most silliest of things. Right from putting our dad's signature in the report card to bunking a class and supplementing a convincing reason for the same, everything is done under the name of friends. I had this crazy friend of mine who used to make our entire gang unite and catch up for a night show when the same was prohibited by our parents. The most comfortable people you can be with after doing the most craziest of things is among friends. 

 Why the writer took on friendship suddenly, and writing so much of emotional stuffs would be a doubt that might rise. Everything that we do are a form of inspiration obtained after seeing many incidents happen. You have no words to express but just share the incident occurred to your fellow mates. 

There was once a guy in the crowded metropolitan city. He grew up with the city becoming his native. This guy was never choosy among people and treated all the fellow buddies at the same level. He always used to crack jokes, fun unlimited was he.

Having said these, the so named 'guy' according to the traditional society policies, managed to pass out with a degree and find himself with an handsome software job. With an amazing bunch of freshers surrounding him, he really loved the environment and the friendly nature of his helped him move through the bunch with ease. Having found a settled life, and things perfectly placed this guy happened to stretch himself comfortably when situations took a dramatic turn.

A sudden change in the company policies led to finding himself getting acquitted from the company. Giving a minimal compensation, was he thrown out making him gape at the new turn of events. Still he firmly believed there is some life left for us and we will still make it big in this  mad world.

The friends whom he got close with had words of inspiration, shared his sorrow but soon everything seemed to fade. The guys whom he was closely in touch with now seemed a distinct cry. The thought of being deserted cribbed him. He doubted the category of people, but they revealed under a specific day, just to show him what friendship was.

After a gap of 3 months, an important day in the guy's life came. The progress to the next age. Being out of touch he hardly expected anybody to wish him. There was only one friend who was in frequent touch, and he happened to be his company mate. So organised and planned was an unprecedented invite that made the lonely guy turn up-to the doorsteps of the company.

Lo, Behold!!. There was a huge cake in front of him and all the mates who he missed thoroughly was there in front of him wishing him happy success. That guy was floored completely and couldn't help but give a very broadest of smiles ever that could never fade. A remarkable and the most memorable day in his life it happened to be, he just threw himself off and joined in the ultimate company his friends provided.

What really has happened was the friends had a track of what the guy was doing and seeing an occasion to have a reunite, especially for him. They devised an extravagant plan and wished to surprise him on the particular occasion. They made a reason, brought him to the company and in front of him was a huge gathering. The gathering the guy totally missed. Everyone was there. 

The guy happened to be the writer and even today, he is very much swept off his feet. This is just a dedication to friendship. Only friends can plan an extravagant event for any person. They value the qualities of that person and that really is a tribute to their relationship.

Dedicated to my friends. You are the best buddies god has given me. HATS OFF!!  

The Licence- An Inevitable Experience

Most of you would have had a varied experience on procuring a licence under the nose of government officials.One could never imagine but wonder, how getting a signature of the concerned person on the sheet ,be so difficult.

Being guided by the driving school, I was thought certain mannerisms upon meeting the official. My first advice was salute the official with 'Good Morning'. The salute should not be ordinary, rather in an attention seeking pose and the right hand kept well stiff, raised well high above the shoulders. And to give a handshake only when the official nods at you. "Fine but I am here to learn car driving but I see no car here", was I thinking when the trainer interjected , "don't worry the car is on the way, till then learn and practice these". How come he understood my thoughts was my second wonder.

The trainer brought the car and learning started. Made me to sit in the drivers seat of an ordinary "Santro", for the first time, gave me the impression of sitting into the worlds fastest car "Bhugatti Veyron" . Wow, what a feel I was on cloud nine, when the trainer mentioned, "the car is very old so please do use the clutch and breaks properly". With a silent nod things started, when I realized the usage of gear and steering were never in synch. Either I miss seeing the road while I use the gear or vice-versa. The fifteen days training sessions came to an end leaving me gasping. Is car that difficult to drive.

My trainer said "After a two days  break you have the licence test and do report by morning 9 at this place.
We will do a practice and then head for procuring licence.And remember the lesson on saluting the officer."
"Ok Officer", was my thinking. Phew, I think so I have mustered the courage to drive a car.

The day dawned, making myself get up early and rehearsing the good morning stuff in front of my dad. He really gave me a scornful look pitying his son's efforts to procure a licence. Midst all these I reached the center on time. Getting a quick practice with trainer's repeated instructions on rules to be followed I reached the Test drive place.

It was an unusually crowded place, and in the center was there a big space for both 2 wheeler and 4 wheeler  vehicles to be driven. The officer was about an hour late and the scorching heat really drained me. Atlast the officer turned up and he was followed by a big gathering. Not even Superstar of Tamil cinema would have this entry.Above all my doubt was when I should salute 'good morning'. Or should it be 'good after noon' rather.

Turns started and each one performed to the best of ability. One guy fell down unable to lift the 2 wheeler, was given a skeptical look from the officers end and the gathering present. The result was quite obvious.
When everything got over the car driving took place, and "Lo Behold!" till now I practiced on a Santro car but I found out I need to drive "Maruti800". A man 6 foot tall, wouldn't get a better punishment than this.

Praying to lords I got in and told a polite Hi to the official sitting besides me. "Start" growled he. Trying to put the first gear and releasing the car jerked off and stopped. So sudden was the jerk that the official got hit on the front glass pane. "What did you do? One more chance, If you flop I will never allow you to sit for licence", he growled beating the best of forest animals available.

Hands wet I grabbed the gear applied and in full swing was on. My legs at the clutch end shivered and came to a halt upon the signal. He gave me a skeptical look, but passed me in the test. Wow, I really got the licence thanked all the gods above present and the happiness knew no bounds. Even clearing an entrance exam wouldn't have given me such happiness.

Phew! what a day. Hope this day would be inevitable in everybody's life.