The Tangle at the Traffic Signal:

Thought of sharing this story as it was one of those unusual days when everything felt just a bit off-than the usual. I was returning to the office after a long, restful 10-day break from home. The familiar hum of the city and the crisp chill in the air marked my path, and I found solace in an old classic playing through my car's speakers—"Phir Le Aaya". The melody wrapped around me, soothing and nostalgic, and before I knew it, I was a bit drowsy, my mind half in the song, half on the road. The traffic light ahead blinked to red, and I slowed to a halt. The sharpness of Ottawa's -3°C breeze seeped in, sending a shiver through me. Instinctively, I brought my hands together, rubbing them for warmth. That’s when the unexpected happened—my ring caught on the edge of my bangle, trapping my hands in a tangle. A moment of disbelief flickered through my mind as the light turned green. My heart thumped with sudden urgency. With my hands bound, maneuvering the steering wheel felt like an impossible feat. I had to make a right turn, and every tick of the second felt like the countdown to a race I wasn't ready for. My heartbeat surged to 150, adrenaline crashing through me as I somehow managed to steer the car to the next light. The signal glared green again!! In the next 30 seconds, I battled a flurry of desperation, trying to wrestle free from my simple, yet maddening situation. I needed just three seconds—three seconds to untangle my hands and reclaim control. Finally, the next signal turned red. Relief swept over me as I unhooked my ring with trembling fingers. The sweat on my brow mocked the freezing temperature, and in that moment, amid the honking and the rush of passing cars, I laughed—a mix of tension and stupidity. Ottawa held its cold breath as I sat there, basking in the simple victory of untangling a ring and a bangle. Sometimes, even the smallest obstacles turn mundane moments into stories worth telling..

IT problems: The unwanted unheard song :)

Onsite onsite antah heli sariyaag biscuit kotroo. Eddaur baddaur nella kalsi nange bathi etrooo.. Bill Extract antha heli Nange Kone time alli Kaiyya Kotruu.. Orouvrigella kalsid mele. ESHtondella kelbikaithu.. Anthu enthu company change madi betti kanrii.. Onsite anno gaala k naman yaake torture kodthirri... Yarag helenaa namma It prablemmu.. Pakkadali oblu dash dash..antha hududgi sakkath idlu.. avagivaag smile kotkond kelsa madskolthidlu.. Ardha second saaku namge lavinalli belodakke.. Lavvu gothadmele.. erde second response adkee. Mathondthinglalle avladdu enguagement agi hooithu.. Adroo madveg matra mariyade dodda giftan kottu aiythu... Yarag helena nam It prablemmu.. Dodda dodda aase thorsi IT metlu hatti.. Hattid mele vaapas hokliik agodilla kanrii.. Ondu nimsha saaku..naman Billable maadodakke.. Madidmele anthu..keli..kasa balso kelsa bere,, Project alli develop naanu eno madak agilla kanri.. kelidranthu socially neenu thumbha unstable anteh ree. W..the.. Yaarag helena namma It prablemmu... Olle project sikidrantu.. dhana paadu namdu.. Java script saalde bere.. cobol bere maadu,.. eradu dina kodthar noodi.. erobaradanna madak.. Madidmele nam codeanna mossi kooda nodalla kanri.. saaldak bere oldad kelsa naave madbekalla nodiri... Yaarag helena namma it prableemmuu..

Cracking up a BMTC..!!

From my past 6 years of experience of my travel in BMTC,I think i am elegible to write this stuff here..."how to travel in bmtc..in fact prey a seat in a bmtc"..
First of all there are so many constraints and let me explain you all the factors and how to find solutions to those.
-->Are you boarding an empty bus?
or
-->A fully loaded one?


Empty Bus contains many more such as
-->From where(the place in fact) you are boarding it.
-->The time you are boarding it.
-->The type of people around you

From the place u r boarding it.This is one of the main factors as the place where you are boarding maybe an empty nandini layout busstand where you can launch yourself into the door any time or majestic busstand where the last guy getting out from the bus however patient he is literally becomes one..wink..As I said,in places like majestic,reservation,booking a seat with kerchiefs never work.You need to "earn" your seat.As soon a sthe bus comes if you notice your bus you should never ever run towards that bus..
coz 1)it will definetely propel other people to run with you.
2)The new buses are automated and unless its a volvo, the driver never opens it(I guess sometimes they enjoy the scene where passengers plead for him to open the "door")
Just get yourself into a position,make calculations and the approximate place where the bus actually stops.Even though its a yard away,silently take long strides and make sure you are on the top 10 list to climb.(P.S-->One big safety measure is that swarm your hands frequently around your pocket if you are not sensitive..:P)

The time you are boarding it
The time also matters dearly.For example a 7o clock maybe a peak tome or a "an actually nothing" time.Coz people travelling to marthalli have thier peak times from 7-8 only.Coicidently the buses that are "released" to them at that point of time is very less.So either follow the option solutions or board it after 8 or 9 or"come early"..

The type of people around you
If the bus which you are boarding contains 75% ladies,and the other 20% contains "after 60's" never actually try on opting to become the number one in boarding or so..and neevr expect bangalore ladies to give u a "maf" if you touch them or stamp them.Now this also depends..coz who knows they might enjoy it too..Anyways I remember an instance where i had catch up bus frm kalasipalyam to our college.Normal days,i just needn't explain u guys how stinky it can be.But rainy seasons were were almost like seasoned atletes..the tripple jump(3 big jumps and a long jump..whatever they call it anyways..)i ran to catch my bus crossing so many hurdles.Sensored ones include cow,cow dung..and anyways what not to tell..sorry guys..rainy days everything mixes up..and its just a black shit.So you just make up your mind and calculate 'Oh,not more than 23 steps to cover up pretty big distance..in fact it so happened that with great difficulty i launched up a bus just to find out that I had stepped in the wrong shoes(in fact chappals)..baaprey..I heard what I shld not have heard for years..Guys People in market--They hate if you are wearing a shoe..They think according to me is an attitude problem..So there it goes..also depends on the type of people..

Some of the other common factors include..
Whether you are boarding up the normal ones or the vajra ..as the later ones are never occupied..However because of bangalores hot weather..competation has spurred there too..

Now the questions starts how to prey your seat if the bus is already loaded.
Some of the simple steps are..
1.Listen and observe each persons carefully.(This includes what they talk..personal or bullshit..coz tht might reveal where they stay and thier preferred point of getting down)
2.Never ever stand nearby a person who is well settled listening to his ipod..he has boarded a perfect bus tht takes right to his place(which will be his last stop)
3.The passenger who peeks outside often is always right prey.Be very close to him.Act as if you are being pushed frequently and the seat is yours when the chap goes off.
Anyways in our place people(udupi) are not that fond of seat as
"There are lots of bus..timely."
Also they infact call the ladies or an old person and offer seat..(humanity level with town people is always higher than city people)

Anways till now i have lost my mp3 player in shivajinagar..(while performiong this stunt tht too with my earplugs on..confidence yes..overconfidence naa..)teaches u so many things in fact.I have also lost my jeans and chunk of meat during this process once as my pant mysteriously caught up the door and i was dragged by the flow of people).Anyways play safe guys.I am not responsible for any kirik stuff tht happens to u due to this...

Donno how ...but jus love travelling.any where..any mode..life is a big journey.
**Any cooments..post it..

Kaledha kaala: KaliGaala

Berethu kalitha kaala kaledhu,

marethu meredhu yenna thulidhey,

ee sanna hradayadhi.....

bari nova baredhey...!!

My 1st Love...

This one,in fact my 1st block is dedicated to all the friends who call me anything other than parikshith..pari,Paribond,mentla,handhi,finisher,man eater,pachu..and on.
Briefing bout myself,90% of the people are confused about me.Some think i am unromantic,some think i am chuppa rusthum and gotta collecton of grl frnds,how many times a day do i eat and where does it go and on and on...About this blog I would like to say that by flow may not be an icing through the cake but ya I can say that facts are true enough to my knowledge.
I had tried my level best to keep the secrets of my last weekend journey to hassan with everyone.But ya I had to shit out..finally.
And its a pretty big story.People->patience..remember 1st time..
To start up with,3rd april it was pouring out there in bangalore and I had to meet my parents and my love.Let me make you clear now itself that this love is for my bike,though i am pouring the story sheepily without any damn suspense.Coz there is a lot more in there...To my hard luck I found a jakris(dabba or rickety)red vayuvega government bus to take me to hassan.I ran out there before anyone could get in or out and the bus was full except a seat in the front.Sat there in a jiffy.Tip..tip..2 drops of water fell on my head..wow.i tried my luck with kerchief,and with papers stuffin through the hole..only to worsen it.Tip tip barasa paani...paani mein aag lag jaaye..though the "aag" was on the other end now..Finally the matter was resolved as the guy sitting next to me accidently had boarded the wrong bus.Seriously,even though it was the most pestering moment for thst guy,the feeling was quite oposite.
Battling through the bangalore traffic,I managed to reach hassan at 4 am and my mom as usual,knowing my apetite didnt bother me to serve 6-7 chapathis and a bit of curd rice..Ya,i dont have the concept of "time" when it comes to "food"..
Time 9:00..Had bath and i went off to see my 1st love with regular routine of 8-9 dosas that too after my mom said.pachu!pleease get up and wash your hands..1st shot i liked the bike.The test drive was like ah.we..some..she didnt trouble me even though it was the 1st time i was riding a bullet.I thought that this was my happiest day and guys i must say..picture abhi baaki hai beedu.
Time 12:30 ..Owner hated departing her to me and I hated to get departed from her as I also had to return to blore that day.Lunch time..
Time 2:00 pm..Thankfuly got a Rajahamsa this time,window seat..last but one.I settled down as I also had carried the dreaded dumbles weighing 20kgs and put it aside.At that time the incredible happened.A beautiful young lady in her early twenties,a bit shorty came in the midway of the bus and said..'Can i sit here..?'
Like a soldier i replied,'Yes ..please.'
Took the dumbles which were next to me and loaded it under my seat and offered her the seat with my eyes saying..'Have your seat..all yours..'with all the possible"chivalry"..I must admit that she was beautiful enough for me to gaze at her till she settled down.My throat was parched and had to gulp some water.Opened the window and I felt that it just wasn't enough.I certianly have to admit that I was running out of O2 and experience.
Time 2:20..I recovered a bit now and realizing something as if I missed out turned up to her and asked..'Do you want the window seat?'.
She replied smiling broadly with gratitude..'No thanks..its fine here..'.
Gone.Thats the only thing girls shouldn't do.Smile..It kills us literally..!!I again began to look out of the window gasping for some more air.(I must say that this happens for everyone provided how beautiful and how good is her smile and there is nothing like experience or non-experience in this stuff).
Time 2:35..She remembered something urgent I guess..asked me for a pen.Even though i dont keep any pen I was surprised to find a pen without a cap.I fumed at my luck(Now these double minded people can laugh later though)!!.She started scribbling out and i assumed her to be a college girl and grunted out 'Which semester ?'
She said'I'm working in an Ad Agency'
Bluntly i let a 'cool' out.
Time 2:45..She was on the verge of finishing off the scribling and also she must have noticed me peeking at her at the most decent way possible.Finally she finished it off,looked a bit tired and gave it off to me.I tried recalling any ad agencies in bangalore and went to talk about it and found that she had already dozed off.Man...bad luck..but ya,I could OC'ily glance at her though,though there were some married couples sitting next to me.She was stabilized and sleeping with her chin up.Even though i sleep a lot in bus i hardly got any sleep and watched some photos of my bike..1st love!!?whatever...Then there was an amazing thud which fell on my shoulders.I needed 2 minutes to recover myself that this was indeed happening,floating in cloud 9.I gave my best possible support,not to disturb her sleep from the innumerous humps,the sharp turns.Her hair was browsing through my face.Must admit that was truly amazing for a 1st timer.
Time 4:45..The bus apparently stopped for a tea break.She got up,startled.Recovering suddenly she said 'sorry and Thanks'I said its Ok..happens'with a big broad smile..Everyone from the bus had got down by now...
I was like "mundhey"..?She asked me 'are you staying'..No or a yes..?'No' I said.'Lets have tea na'..?We guys took a cut tea outside.Took some mirchis and bondas and offered her.She took one.Its a different matter of fact that pari never shares when it comes for "food"..:)
Time 5:10..Number of humps increased and she didnt seem to be talkative..something like me..I took out my mp3 player and took one of the ear plug and the mp3 player to her suggesting her a good choice.10 Mins and thud,she had dozed off again in my shoulders.Thanks to Md.Rafi.
Time 6:00..Bangalore was nearing now.I wanted to ask her so many things.Her mobile started to ring by now.She lazily got up from her "pillow" and answered the call.20 minutes more and we would be in bangalore.
Time 6:10..I asked her..'Where are you staying'..'jayanagar'..'Where exactly in Jayanagar'..'4th Block'..'Nice place han'..'I stay alone.in a pg'..'k'..The phone rings again.My 10 minutes was swept off by the phone call.My mind was pleeding to ask her mobile number..'Shoo the time will come'..She finished the call.'Anything wrong'..I was like'After these series of events,do you think that nothin can go wrong with me..?'.But i managed to say 'Na..a'
Time 6:20..We had reached majestic and it was pouring outside.She started moving and suddenly turned back to me'Will you drop till my platform?'..'Ofcourse Y not?'..I shifted my dumbles to my right hand..suggested her to come left side.I also had a backpack and one more luggage in left hand.
In my mind I was thinking 'Hey just call me up once you have reached..This is my number'.Just then,a volvo bus to jayanagar,zoomed nearby and she began running behind it.I obviously couldn't run and managed to say a "Goodbye"..Y me..of all the people..
Sulked up I took hard steps (literally with those dumbles) to my volvo..'Ticket'..'Pass'..'Thoorsi'..'Edeeri'..He went off..probably seeing the dumbles and stuff.I took a window seat and gazed and gazed at nothing.Just then a young lady,maybe at het midtwenties or so,fully drenched,sat next me..y..Of all the days..today...Dhene wala jabbi detha,detha chappal phaadkey..As i was used to the shocks that had been happening from morning I offered her a towel and she was drenched in such a manner that she coudn't say no.
She gave it tome..with a 'thanks'..i said 'no probs..happens'.She was a chatterbox.Starting from cursing the rain to how she got into it..she went on chattering non stop for 25 mins.I must admit why all surprises surprisingly surprise all of a sudden..?She got down from the bus with a sweet 'bye'...'hai'..
I got down from the bus stop..Rain was drizzling by now.Looked up to the sky and said'Mungaaru maleye Yenu ninna hanigala leeley'..Now people its left for you guys to decide my 1st love.