120........

'Those who have come for the test, please drink more water. The more you drink, the better the result would be' shouted the receptionist.

I was sitting at the out-patient ward, waiting for my turn. The receptionist was having a look at the patients who were waiting for the ultrasound test, I was one among them, he stopped his glance at me and asked 'Sir, did  you drink water?' Making me feel a little embarrassed. I just signaled him that I already had four glasses of water with my fingers doing the talking. But in return he said loudly 'four is not enough, have two more, for a better result!' and added insult to injury.

I got up and walked to the water dispenser, had two more glasses of water and sat back watching the test match between India and England, with M.S.D in his avatar as a medium pacer and 'The Wall' taking guard behind the stumps.

Coming to this test at the hospital, the ultrasound test had to be performed only when your bla**er is full, so that the renal calculi, in general terms, the kidney stones would be easy to detect.

The six glasses of water that I consumed started gushing inside. However I had to wait till the test is done. I self-motivated telling 'Perseverance pays my boy!' When the situation was getting out of control, I walked to the receptionist with great difficulty and asked him when was my turn, he said there were four more people in the queue,and  I had to wait for some more time.

I returned to the seat and continued watching the match, M.S.D was carrying on with his spell of bowling, there came a beautiful inswinger, went past the edge of KP's bat, loud shouts from the keeper and the bowler, the finger went up, KP was not convinced, he asked for a review. The Indian team erupted in joy and everyone started congratulating M.S.D. The replays showed that there was no edge and KP survived.

However, my survival was under threat now. I was stilling holding ON it. I was actually feeling good that I was capable enough to hold ON for that long. I dint wanna give up. The receptionist looked at me and said I was next.

I quickly walked to the lab and was standing at the door, soon the in-patient walks out and I was called in. The Doctor looked amicable, the nurse too. There was a bed,with a computer monitor beside and other paraphernalia required for the test. I was asked to lie down on the bed and was asked to lower my pan*s.

The doctor came and put the image detector with a gel applied to it's head. He started moving the detector and looked at the monitor and chuckled saying 'you managed to hold on a lot Karthik!', I felt an immediate feather in the cap with that comment and I gave a little laugh.

He moved the detector all over my torso and lower the torso and found nothing and said  'No sign of stones'. He asked me to let THAT out and come back once again so that he could find something after that. I was relieved with what he said, not that there are no stones, I am talking about the latter statement. I went to the washroom and there passed my two hours of unprecedented efforts, I could proudly say, 'Mission Accomplished!', with that, that day I learnt a new meaning for the word 'Relief'.

I walked back to the lab and the doctor performed a second trial, but the result was unchanged. I took my reports, paid the bill and returned from the hospital with a definite sense of relief and a :) and for some reason or no reason these 120 minutes deserved a space on my blog!

This part of my life is called being stupid

Yes. The title of this post is actually a dialogue from the movie 'The Pursuit of Happiness'. A walk-through of this post would definitely make sense why I made it the title.

A few days back at my office, my child-like enthusiasm coupled with a good amount of stupidity contributed for my friend's phone to go dead!

As they say, closed things attract more attention, my friend's phone did drag my attention with it's keypad being locked with a pass-code.

The moment I tried my friend's usual pass-code, it didn't open. I thought that she has changed the pass-code and fancied different permutations. It was throwing the same error message for every attempt of mine.

With this, a new thought surged in my head - 'How many times would an i-phone allow to enter the wrong pass-code?'. So the further attempts were merely of statistical importance as I was sure that I cannot crack the code, I was only interested to know the limit of the number of wrong attempts.

I thought I would count the attempts, however I lost the count as the phone was not responding anything after some x number of attempts. The phone had reached the HUNG state.

Even then I was quite undeterred thinking that it will work based on my 'Joy-stick principle'.
A principle that I learnt back in school time - whenever the joy stick of the video game stops working, I used to just leave it for a while untouched and after few hours, bingo it would again start working.

I told my friend not to worry and it will be working after some time. My friend wasn't that worried as she was occupied with her work.

Few hours passed, my joy-stick principle didn't work, and I thought it was high time to sought goddess google help.

I fed the query and it gave some y number of solutions, I tried all but still the phone displayed the same static screen.

I started to feel few angry flares and stares from my friend. With a more intense search I found out some i-phone repair shops in the city. I called up to one number and explained the repairer the cause and the current state of it. He listened to it and said 'The phone can be repaired. But no guarantee that the data remains!', like a doctor who informs the family members of an ailing patient that the person survives but no guarantee that he remembers his past.

I conveyed the same to my friend, but she wasn't willing to lose the data. An obvious and expected reaction. She said she would try connecting it to i-tunes, if not then I could get it repaired.

Her attempt dint work anyways.

So the next day I took it to the trauma centre (Jagdish Market, Abids, Mobile & Electronics Repair market), after some hours of surgery(OS re-installation), medication (apps and required updates) with several experts having a good look at it (I was redirected to four repairers as the 'case' was not in their 'scope' and finally the fifth one took it as a challenge.) its heart started beating again!

However it was a new born baby now (the data was lost :( ). I returned the phone to my friend and she looked visibly happy with her phone breathing again which in turn left me breathing. :)

Message to my i-phone friends:
This particular incident must be an eye-opener for everyone of you, and I advise you all to take regular backups of the data on your phone. Because the world is full of idiots :)

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Why Am I Single??

Why Am I Single?? A question that is so common among the singles around us! I drilled down to unearth some reasons behind it, which I could better explain wth some cases. Below are some of those -

Case #234 He was of the first bench types in college, and ended up looking at the lecturers more than the gals in class.

Case #77 Even though he was of the 'cool' types of guys in college, he does look at gals, but out of the 15 odd gals in the class, if the count of the good-looking/compatible/friendly gals was only less than the number of fingers of one hand, and 2 of them are already 'engaged' and one is 'padaku' the other two are not of that 'type'.

Case #420 Somehow he managed to find his so called 'soulmate' in the college or outside the college through whatever means it takes, he would end up hitting on that gal, ignoring the other better prospective options around him (gals from the other branches, juniors :-) , gals in the neighborhood of his home, and the gals he met during his family outings and functions).

If the gal doesn't bitch around him, he is safe, his relationship sustains, if not he would end up receiving a wedding invite from her, and a note stating " you would get a better gal than me!" (the guy's wtf look says that he wouldn't mind she marrying some stupid, instead he is worried now to start the process again, search -> filter -> hit -> miss -> hit -> time out -> Game over!! )

Case #95/100 Being a 'good' student, he thought let me complete my studies, get placed, then will think of that. (now what the f**k, do you think those gals gonna wait for you to finish your f**king formalities, grow up dude!!).

Case#356 That's fine, I will find someone in my office. B***s.. Do you think the gals around are still single like you, and you are the cupid to attract them! Ok, there would still be a faint chance here, but still it would fail because of the below sub-cases -

Case#356a - Yeah.. the gal is a real-beauty (Her kid's name is Teddy!)

Case#356b - Macha.. I guess I could hit on her, but she is always busy (WTF.. she is busy on Gtalk, talking to her would-be husband)

Case#356c - 'Hey a new intern in our team, she looks quite cool' (Yes, her bf too, he is in the other team ;-)

Case#1000 The philosopher. Whatever happens, happens for the good . (then f**king keep waiting..!!! )

The Expectation Pie

In a relationship there are two roles played by each other, the roles being - a 'Producer' and a 'Consumer'. (Call me a male-chauvinist, will use 'He' for Producer and 'She' for Consumer ;)). Though no one would don the roles by themselves, they just happen in the course of a relationship.

These roles keep changing with time and situation. Initially the one who plays the Producer feels really happy in showcasing his love and he tries to seize every opportunity to give more than his 100% and it is equally complemented by the Consumer.

However, as time progresses, the one who was supposed to be a Producer for a longer period of time keeps doing his good work, where as the Consumer who is so used to her role now will stop rating his work, though unintentionally, and in turn, the occasional mistakes would start hogging the lime-light.

With this, a small expectation burgeons in the producer, an expectation that his efforts are to be recognised. As motivation being the driving factor for any individual, be it at the work place or be it in a relationship, no wonder why he shouldn't feel the same in a relationship.

The expectation pie gradually increases, so does the number of misunderstandings and the relationship would lose the earlier charm. However, for this situation to happen, the Consumer cannot be blamed. She is just used to her role so well that she is unaware of the expectation pie. For example, she gives 10 points for something ordinary and the same 10 points even for something that is quite extra-ordinary, which would have well-deserved double the points in the beginning.

So what matters the most is understanding the expectation pie, a higher degree of expression and approaching everyday as a new beginning which would ensure the same importance and charm to the relationship as it was in the beginning. Also, swapping the roles oftenly and complementing together will help keep the expectation pie under control and henceforth no room for misunderstandings. :)

Pinky!!

Sometimes, it could just be the name, someone could fall for.

As her two-word name meaning art and creator, she justifies it prodigiously. A budding entrepreneur, a creative mind, a great painter of the art(as known and heard), a pampered kid at home and most importantly a hard nut to crack, all these powered by a killer wit makes it hard for anyone to outsmart this demoiselle.

As all these factors led to an immediate and extreme admiration, I took a step with deep hesitation and little trepidation.

Abstruse was the first thought about her and supercilious being the second. However, its too early to judge or perceive an opinion on her right now, but for now, these are my thoughts :). The more I know further, the more I update about her in this space.

PS: Pinky is not her name though!

The pages of my diary 2010

'Well begun is half done', felt that this is quite an apt opening line for this post.

I am referring the above line to the Year 2010. Though the year started quite well with the high of the Russian drink but the same 'spirit' wasn't maintained the year long.

The first three months were only marked with monotony and that was just work at office, tv at home, meddling with the guitar on the weekends and an interesting novel in hand if I had got any more free time.

Come April, little pinch about my career and some other aligned goals lured my mind but still those thoughts were minute enough to make any difference to my routine, infact the heat of Hyderabad summer made me think more about survival than anything else. Seriously, summer at Hyd sucks!

With the auto-rickshaw journeys getting troublesome and irritating at times, I decided to pull a rickshaw myself ;). It was the 31st of May I got my beast.

The charm of my new bike spanned across June and July, and was busy taking care of it as a newly-wed bride (cleaning, washing, on-time servicing), getting the necessary documents (registration, driving license) to ensure a hassle-free ride.

In fact,I had burnt my pockets a couple of times before, as I didn't have the driving license and had to pay the cops. At times, heftily!.

The month of July ended with a trip to the college for a re-union of my college friends. It was a good time reliving those past memories. It was during this time I started writing 'The lubberwort'. :)

Moving on, the rains of August and September washed away any last hopes that were breathing within me and that marked the end of the most-combated relationship I ever had.

With the clouds getting clear, and the focus shifting towards career, I marched ahead, rather slowly and started preparing to bell the CAT, for the next year though.

Soon came December and wedding bells at home, my elder sister was getting married :) and a sense of responsibility surged in me. As the role of a brother being really important I was busy sharing the work with my Dad and doing the wedding arrangements. I realized why getting a marriage done is considered as an arduous task!

In a blink of an eye, it was a new year again, this time with a bag full of resolutions and an intent to achieve all of them and to proudly write here the next year - "Year 2011. The mission accomplished!"