Life goes on.. it just leaves lives behind.

You left us long back..

but You are still here..

alive in my heart.. 

as long  as it is beating.. 

You are my biggest inspiration..

love You Dad..

Bizarre Dinner Story - The VaDa Story - please don't read it if you are currently having food, alternatively you may still do so at your own risk!

Yesterday, on returning home after a tiring day at office, I was all alone in my room. Neither did I had the company of my friends nor was I willing to put in an effort to prepare a meal for my grunting tummy. Technology being pervasive these days, I called upon a few of my friends and managed to convince them for dining at a nearby restaurant.

One of my friend(KSAT) started with his weirdest story ever certainly not apt when food is served and even in your mouth, on its way out ;) . He was hell bent on telling us his exotic cum distorted ;) story. The VaDa story.

So here it goes..

First Version: Once upon time, long long ago, so long ago there was a Grand amma(I was threatened not to change starting sentence). She used to prepare really yummy vadas . It so happened that one day a crow saw the vadas and got tempted. Taking advantage of grand amma's old age the crow sneaked away with one vada. She sat on a tree and feasted on vada. Grand Amma decided to teach the crow some lesson. So she went under the same tree and waited for the crow to shit. Later she collected the droppings and came back. Next day while preparing the dough for the vada she mixed the crow shit in it[Yak!]. Now she waited for the crow. As usual the crow repeated the same act next day and started to eat. "Oh Shit! this is my own shit!" [Yak!] She said and dropped the vada. There was a fox sleeping under the tree. Upon seeing the vada fox was overwhelmed with joy. He took a bite and it tasted good, the fact that it wasn't his shit made no difference to him. Next day fox wanted to have another vada, so he went to Grand amma and stole one. Grand amma followed the fox and waited till nature called upon the fox. Next it was foxes turn to learn some lesson. The next day fox repeated the same. He was heard crying in disgust "Oh Shit! this is my own Shit!" [Yak!]. The very same day crow thought of talking a chance and stole one more vada and since it was not her shit she never realized it [Yak!]. Next day Grand amma mixed the crow shit..[Yak!][Yak!] and so on.. the shit was mixed in turns for ever...[Yak!]

...end of part1
(The worst part was that I was having my dinner when this short story was narrated :( had no choice)[Yak!]

Moral: Dont think what is mixed in vada just enjoy the taste unless.. [Yak!]

By this time if any of my south Indian friends are reading this story they will say "What the heck of a good story". This is not what they learned in schools. By the way I had same belief next day when I heard and googled about the grandma and vada story.

Original Version: Grandma prepares a yummy vada. The crow stole the vada and flew away. She sat on a tree when a fox spotted her and requested to give him a piece, but the selfish crow wont share. The fox now lures the crow telling "you are beautiful" , "your voice is so sweet", "Could you please sing for me". The crow is flattered and thinks "Oh! nobody had ever spoken to me like this", and she starts singing "kaaaaaaa! kaa! kaaaaa!". The vada falls from her beak and fox wastes no time in grabbing vada and dissapears in the dense woods.
Moral of the story: a) Clever fox - dekhawe pe mat jao apni akal lagao. b) Discussions can get really nasty and facts distorted beyond recognition over a cup of coffee, lunch or dinner specially if you are surrounded by naughty friends.
Well I just passed the torture inflicted to me by my friend on you. Please take it just for fun and never think about the first version of this narration
when you are eating the next vada's :)
Legend: [personalized feelings like sugar melting in your tongue coupled with sound you make eg. Oomh!]

Adjust Madi!!!

I haven't learned much of Kannada yet. But I do understand few Kannada words. Often I heard in the FM radio channels in Bangalore airing "mast majja madi". Out of curiosity I asked one of my colleague what it means. And the explanation was quite easy and cool "Have(madi) great fun". And then I heard "madi" several times, even in one of the TV commercials which said "adjust madi".

I happened to go to Basavangudi today. I was there to accompany one of my friend who was appearing in the entrance exam for FMS(Faculty of Management Studies) in National College, Vanivilas Road, Bangalore. While my friend was in the exam, I was just idling my time watching kids playing in the playground next to the National College. It was unusually hot in Bangalore at that time, yet it could not curb the enthusiasm of the children playing cricket, volley ball, basket ball and football. Now what's interesting is that there were several pitches all over the ground with overlapping fielding area of different teams playing cricket, football and volley ball. Most of the kids were playing cricket. I still remember we used to quarrel sometimes over the play ground with other group of children in our childhood. It was amazing to see so many different groups play in the same playground in harmony, barely leaving an inch empty. Understanding level among these kids was outstanding. People were selflessly returning the cricket balls of different team when it went too far in the ground. A volleyball wrongly hit a boy in head who was playing cricket. And to my surprise he just shrugged and smiled back.Hats off to the kids of Bangalore, they have the true spirit of an Indian. Demolishing the differences in caste, religion and age they were happily playing together were it was difficult to say which boy was fielding for which team or what game he was playing. Amazingly they learned how to adjust in limited space of the playground.

My friend came back in two hours and it was time to go home. I started my engine and vanished into the Bengaluru traffic heading towards C.V. Raman Nagar.

I just thought "Adjust Madi" and "Majja Maddi". Do not grow up in differences but in unity in diversity. Even when you grow up have the same spirit as you have now.