I could wait a thousand years…

I could wait a thousand years
Just to be near with you
And when you do come to me
Just promise me you will stay.

I could make you happiest
If you would let me do
And When you are brimming with happiness
Do pass me a few drops too.

You could go about exploring
But am sure you will return
And when you are coming back
You will be welcomed with open hands.

You are going to succeed always
My prayers will be shielding you
And when you reach the top of the world
Remember me as your anchor.

The Coffee Vending Machine

On the 16th floor of a tall building or to be more specific, at an elevation of 77 meters from ground level, when the temperature is kept as low at 21 degree centigrade to protect electronic equipment from destruction, when goosebumps makes all your hairs rise up in attention, when you dream of cosying up inside a soft velvetty quilt, when you pull the zip slider of a pullover all the way up to the top stop and expects it to extend a bit further to cover your goddamn freezing throat, when you slide your left hand under your warm tushies to prevent them from dying like Jack, when you have no option than to leave the right hand to its fate of imminent death, when you feel like you are enduring all this for some numbers that increase every month end in your bank accounts of which you have lost track of, when you feel like an Eskimo living in an igloo – ask me who my best friend is and my answer would be “The Coffee Vending Machine”.

When it’s unbearably cold and when my body demands some warmth
I know there’s someone I can rely on for my needs henceforth
Rise and rush to my best friend at lightning fast speed
Conversations are trivial, hardly distracting and I pay no heed

Think of the flavours that my friend has to offer
Cappunchino and expresso, milk and some warm water
I keep my unfilled cup right under the nozzle
Flavour pick of my choice, wait for the sizzle

My cup starts filling with white creamy froth
Brewed coffee drops are added to make a broth
Then it suddenly stops to fill, wish there was more
I feel a dearth in the liquid to warm me to my core

I tease my lifesaver with a sachet of sugar
Followed by inserting a straw-cum-stirrer
I kiss the brim of cup while taking a sip
To keep the aroma lingering on my lip.

Not once, not twice, it is bound to happen thrice!!!

There is this old saying in malayalam, “onnil pizhachaal, moonu” which roughly translates to ” if you fail once, in the third attempt you will win”. It makes you happy in the third attempt. It’s like let’s say you are making chicken curry and it flopped once, twice but in the third attempt you would have succeeded in making it worth.

Well my experience is a little different. If something bad happens to me once, I have this feeling that it is bound to happen twice more and it does happen that way. It’s not a one time event, the cycle keeps repeating. 2-3 years back, during one of the rains, while I was riding my bike, I missed a pothole and crash landed on the road. I was in a position to pick myself up and continue riding. I was shaking and nervous because I knew 2 more is going to come. Then it happened I missed one more pothole and slipped to the side. I started cursing in all the English words I knew. I fear for the third one the most. I was so frightened that time that I purposefully fell into a pothole so as to get rid of the following curse and got it out of me completely.

Well, just like history repeats itself, this “onnu pizhachu” incident occurred again. While I was getting out of my house for office, I banged my forehead against the front door of my house. Such was the force that I was blinded for a minute or so. I could feel the pain resonating in my head. I could feel the bulge growing with time. I had to ride to office and the fear factor caught up with me again. I knew something was going to happen, something terrible which I didn’t want to happen though I could sense it. It’s like there’s someone, watching you, right behind you, ready to push you down, unexpectedly, out of the blue.

So I got onto my bike and started riding extra carefully. I seriously hate to have a bike accident because I have had a major one a few months back. I wished in mind, maybe this time, “can’t it stop at one instead?” On the way, I witnessed an accident that was pretty bad and I kept telling, ” banging head was ok, I wouldn’t have survived that accident”. I kept riding with more confidence, ‘ maybe this time, it won’t repeat’.

I had to make a u-turn at a junction and the vehicle right in front of me was a driving school red car – Celerio. I was like, ‘wow, they teach on brand new cars these days’. There was a signal and when the turn came, I started to turn right while the Celerio was supposed to speed forward. Suddenly it happened, the car stopped moving and I hit the back of that car, oh damn. I was shaken beyond words, though nothing major happened in this case, it was so disheartening. The car guy scolded the driver (in this case student) and sped away. I was shocked and took time to regain my senses.

I wanted the number 3 event to happen quickly. I tried to cheat it out with my old trick, trying to skid purposefully, falling into 2-3 potholes and concluded that ‘yes, its all done for the day’. I reached office, parked and started walking happily. Then it happened, a piercing pain on my leg. An iron screw from the parking ground was the culprit. I have walked multiple times on the same area, never had I noticed this screw. It was something like a permanent thing adhered to the ground.

With a swollen forehead, a swelled up feet and a broken heart, I concluded that ‘ the events for the day has ended’. ‘Not once, not twice, it is bound to happen thrice’

Drink from a Copper Water Bottle

We have water bottles made from different materials that comes in different shapes and sizes. But a few centuries back, copper was the material used to store water. Our ancestors certainly knew about the health benefits of drinking water stored in a copper vessel.

1. Boosts the Digestive System

Drinking from a copper water bottle helps to flush out the stomach and digestive tract and helps detox the liver and kidneys. It also increases the absorption of nutrients from food and helps encourage peristalsis. It also helps to kill harmful bacteria and prevent an upset stomach.

2. Builds a Strong Immune System

Copper possesses anti-bacterial, anti-viral and anti-inflammatory properties. Storing water in a copper bottle will decrease the risk of bacterial contamination. It helps prevent water-borne diseases.

3. Supports Weight Loss

Drinking from a copper water bottle helps the body break down fat and eliminate it as efficiently as possible.

4. Prevents Aging

Drinking from a copper water bottle decreases the appearance of fine lines and slow the appearance of aging. Water stored in a copper bottle is loaded with anti-oxidants, aids the production of new skin cells, and fights off free radicals which contribute to the appearance of aging.

5. Prevents Cancer

Because water stored in a copper bottle is loaded with anti-oxidants, it is also effective at helping prevent and fight off cancer.

6. Maintains Cardiovascular Health

Copper helps minimize the risk of developing heart disease, helps regulate blood pressure, and lowers cholesterol levels. Copper also helps prevent the build-up of plaque in the arteries and dilates blood vessels to allow better flow of blood to the heart.

7. Supports the Thyroid Gland

Drinking from a copper water bottle helps combat copper deficiency and regulate the proper functioning of the thyroid gland. In addition, copper aids the body’s absorption of iron, which is essential to maintain healthy iron levels and prevent anemia.

8. Stimulates the Brain

Copper is a known brain stimulant and helps the mind work faster and more efficiently. Copper aids in the synthesis of materials that are essential for the formation of myelin sheaths.

9. Fights Arthritis and Inflamed Joints

Copper’s anti-inflammatory properties help relieve aches and pains caused by arthritis, rheumatoid arthritis and inflamed joints. In addition, copper strengthens the bones and immune system, which makes it an excellent remedy for arthritis and rheumatoid arthritis.

10. Keeps Skin Healthy and Acne Free

Copper is the key component in the production of new cells that help replenish the top layers of the skin and keep it fresh and glowing. The production of new cells promotes smooth, blemish-free and clear skin.

 Considering all the benefits, I bought a copper water bottle online. It was looking pretty shiny and I washed it and kept it aside. Surprise came the next day when a green layer started forming on its surface which kept on increasing as the days went by. My copper vessel started oxidizing and looked ugly, something like this.
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It looked so bad that I didn’t want to drink anything from it. Forget the medicinal and health benefits, I might even die after drinking from such a dirty bottle.
I started searching online about the why’s and how’s behind this colour changes and came to know about oxidation. Well the stains that formed on the surface of the bottle is due to oxidation. Now to the cleaning of the bottle. There are multiple ways of doing it I guess, but the one I followed is the lemon and salt method.
Cut a lemon in half and sprinkle salt on top of it. Now start rubbing this lemon over the copper vessel. Give a gentle squeeze to the lemon occasionally. Wash the bottle thoroughly and wipe it dry.
I did a circus to clean the inside of the bottle as the bottle was deep. I took another halved lemon, sprinkled salt on it and poked the lemon using a steel rod. With this I could reach the bottom of the inside of the bottle. Anyway after all this washing, this is how my bottle finally turned up.
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Shiny and pretty for a while…

I Love Gardening!

Once upon a time, during my schooling years, I had this English assignment wherein I had to write what my hobby was. First of all I didn’t know what a hobby was. And then when I did know what it was, I understood I didn’t have one. I neither took dance lessons nor did I know to sing. The only thing I used to do was read books but that didn’t seem like a cool hobby for me. So I decided to create a hobby for me which was Gardening!

The first sentence in my assignment was ‘I Love Gardening!’ and after that there was nothing. I was clueless what to fill. Even though I had a garden right in front of my house, I never bothered to play with mud or plant a sapling. I used to water the already planted ones once in a while. I was not keen on planting or giving life to a plant and that sort. Basically I never liked the idea of getting my hands dirty, if you know what I mean.

Well years passed and I got a lucky bamboo craze. A small plant that required only water and no mud to grow, it conquered my mind. I cared for my lucky bamboo. I gifted lucky bamboo to my friends. I took a few to my office. I tended and grew a very good lucky bamboo. I spoke to it, watered it, cleaned it and it grew big that people started getting jealous. I even carried my lucky bamboo on a flight. The security at KIAL mistook my lucky bamboo for a money plant. He said, ” Money plant, eh! If you keep money plant at home, money will increase at home”. I nodded my head and smiled and thought in my head, ‘ Let it be a money plant for him’.

So coming back to my gardening instincts, I really felt the urge to plant something, nurture greenery, be responsible to reduce pollution etc. Having a large terrace and open space kind of sparked my creativity. So I decided to do something about it, after all, Gardening is my first and only known hobby!

So I got some pots ( 6 of them) from Big Basket kept it for a month not knowing what to do. After a month, the pots started getting dusty 🙂 I felt bad, decided I can’t be this lazy. The next problem was getting some soil. I bought some potting material (5 kg for 100 Rs) again from Big Basket. I don’t like to go out to shop for soil and stuff partly due to language barriers and partly due to laziness.

Well the day has finally come where I decided to plant some seeds. I did have some seeds from a very long back (didn’t I mention gardening is my hobby? Oh yes! I did), I do not know what plant those seeds will grow into. So this early morning, I took my pots into the terrace, opened the potting material, put some into the pots, watered them and put the unknown (Mr. X) seeds, 2 each, into each of the pots, put some more soil above it, sprinkled some more water. A picture of my  potted plants for validity purposes is shown below:

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I just decided to pursue my first hobby for a while 🙂

P.S. A quick update on the current status of the plants:

Purpose of My Life!

Get disturbed from my sleeps in the wake of morns
By the sound of my alarm buzzing and vehicle horns
With a grumby face and two half open eyes
I place my shaky lazy legs on the room floor
Wondering if this is ‘the Purpose of My Life’

Follow the custom to clean my bowels
Brush and Paste rubbed all over the teeth
Face wash, scrub and cold water all over my face
Tidy the hair and massage with coconut oil
I look into the mirror and ask ‘Is this the purpose of My Life?’

Toast up the bread and the egg into a bull’s eye
If there is no time, just add milk into the cornflakes
Gulp it all down while reading the news
Well I have no time to enjoy the taste or concentrate
With a thought in my mind, ‘Is this the purpose of My Life?’

Pick the first matching paired clothes from the clothes heap
Iron it up and finish your bath in a quicky
No time to enjoy the water droplets on your body
Just wipe it clean with a damp towel
Put on the clothes and think, ‘Is this the purpose of My Life?’

The sprays and creams, balms and moisturisers
All are applied in under 5 minutes due to routine
No time to admire your face or body
And to check if you put on weight or lost some
Rush rush to the roads wondering, ‘ What is the purpose of My Life?’

Traverse through the myriad of traffic and pollution
With a heavy laptop on shoulders and moving like a snail
Reach the office parking lot and keep waiting for the lift
It takes 10 minutes more to reach the cubicle
Think in the lift, ‘ Is this the purpose of My Life?’

Say a number of hi’s to strangers sitting around
I hardly know them for their fame but not name
Rush for the Coffee machine to keep me awake
Click here, type there, send some mails and spread gossips
Well, this seems like ‘ the purpose of My Life!’

Lunchtime almost so go out with strangers
Talk and gossip on world issues that hardly matter
Heavy stomach sleepy, sip some more coffee
Type something, click somewhere, go for meetings
This is exactly, ‘ the purpose of My Life!’

Start for home in the late evenings to support again
Stretch and work is the motto of life
Order food, eat while attending meetings
Talk with family for hardly a minute
I am so busy, ‘this is the purpose of My Life!’

So exhausted, decide to sleep, watch a series or two
It’s close to midnight, my eyes are already shut
Drag myself to bed and cover myself up
The day has come to a close to begin the circle again
It’s fate, I should follow ‘ the purpose of My Life!’

I hate Medical Checkups

Once in a while you have to endure this disgusting yet mandatory checkup. I know it is for your own good, you come to know lot of stuffs about yourself, what to do, what not to do, what to eat, what not to eat etc etc blah blah but still I have to say this, I hate them.

So you go with a long list of tests that are part of your package and which you will have to somehow complete. You stand in a long queue (not because I was late, people already thronged in before sunrise) waiting for your turn and hand over the paper saying you want these tests to be done and fill up a form.

Remember you are on 12 hours of fasting. First one is the blood test. They pierce a hole into your vein and drain out 3 bottles of blood (kidding, 3 tubes of blood). I am scared of needles and the sight of blood makes me puke most of the time. So I look to the other side while am being drained of my hard earned blood when the nurse asks me, ” are you alright?” I nod my head in affirmation without uttering a word because if I open my mouth, I might prove otherwise.

Next, you are handed over a dabba to fill in with your urine sample, yes it might be from the previous day. A tray is shown were you have to deposit your sample once collected. You know the same tray contains samples from others, yellow, dark yellow, brown colours… Anyway, I take my dabba to the restroom to collect my specimen. In the rush I forget to keep the dabba ready and all the liquid is wasted and there is less than 20% in the dabba. I try to generate pressure to squeeze more urine but no way, it is empty. The moment when you get so angry at your bladders for not producing enough urine as and when required. I wait, walk inside the restroom to create urine inside the bladder. After what seemed like 10 minutes, I get some urine again and fill the dabba, close the dabba, lest the nectar falls out and takes it to the tray. Even though its my own urine, I don’t like it when people look at me whilst am carrying the specimen. I hid it behind my hands and deposit it somehow.

What’s next? The chest x-ray. Seeing my 40k golden chain, the x-ray specialist asks me to get rid of it. And then she guides me to a changing room where she asks me to remove my upper garments and change into a checkered one piece clothing. Such a confusing dressing which made me feel like am cross dressing. I am asked to stand on a plate with my chin resting and asked to take a deep breath while the x-ray happens. Done! I like it for the fact that it is quick. And then I change to my own clothing again.

Next is the ECG, matters of my heart. Here again top garments are not allowed or rolled up. Some jelly is applied on hands on legs and on chest area. Spooky spongy clippings are attached on legs and hands which makes you think you are handcuffed and legcuffed before a fifty shades of grey night. Then some vacuum weirdos are placed on your chests and you are asked to relax. Well I can’t relax at all in this condition when its chilling cold with these metal pieces clamped onto my body. And then its completed. You are handed one tissue to wipe off the jelly, all of it.

Next is the breakfast, that is served free (or included already in the package) – 3 idlis and 1 vada served with sambhar, chutney and saucy tomato chutney. By this time, I was super hungry and I can’t even say whether it was tasty or not. I just pushed down the food into my mouth like someone who hasn’t seen food for a month.

Now I have to wait for 2 hours for my next blood sample to be taken. Oh crap! What do I do? I call up random people, do browsing and then bang! No charge in mobile, best time for the mobile to betray my only ray of hope! I walk, I sit, again repeat, watch others etc etc for 2 hours and then again blood taken in a small tube. ‘You people made me wait so long for this?’

Next the fitness doctor, I seriously don’t know what he does. Checked my eyes and hands and wrote a letter, ‘ drink 3 litres of water daily’. I said okay and that’s it the dreaded health check came to an end. Now I have to come tomorrow to collect my reports.

Let Me Tell A Story – 1

I came across The Storytellers  in Youtube very recently. It’s really amazing to notice the fact that a simple story told in an efficient way garnished with the right blend of emotions and voice modulations can grip an audience until the end of the story. The stories were different but all of them had a common element – an element of life, of purity, of feelings…The stories weren’t something totally new, they were told differently, drawn from personal experiences. Anyway I decided to tell one such story.

This event happened some 15-20 years back, a time when the world was not connected with internet and social media to this extend. So during those days, people used to visit their relatives more often than these days. It was a weekend and as usual after lunch and a small nap, we decided to go to my aunt’s house. We includes my dad, mom and my little sister, who was hardly 4 years back then.

So we went by our car – Maruti Zen white, and parked it in the porch which we had to share with my uncle’s old scooter. Ok, my uncle never owned a car but the porch was large enough for a car. He only had an old scooter which he parked right in the middle of the porch. So when our car came in, the oldie had to be shifted aside to give way to our Maruti.

Anyway we all went in and were having this evening gossip and chit chats along with some hot tea and snacks which aunt had prepared. Aunt is a good cook, I must say. Somewhere, during the course of this busy chitchatting, my sister got bored, extremely bored. So she went out to the porch alone.

Now the remaining part of the story is what she told me at a later day.

So she went out to the porch alone. She saw uncle’s old scooter, it was a Bajaj Chetak, you know the old type of scooter that looked something like this.

Hamara Bajaj to make comeback this year

It had a stepney tyre which had a cover that read the most famous punchline of Bajaj ” You Just Can’t Beat a Bajaj”. I mentioned my sister was extremely bored that day and for some reason she was in a bitter mood. So on seeing the punchline, she took it literally ” Why can’t I beat a bajaj?” ” who is there to stop me?” “What will happen?” and she started beating the bike seat left and right hard exclaiming to herself ” I beat a Bajaj”

After a while, she again got bored of beating the seat and decided to come inside. Then suddenly something dawned on her, ” Why did I beat the bike?” “It is poor uncle’s poor bike. What wrong did it do?” She felt bad for the bike and then she started pacifying the bike seat with her hands. She rubbed her hands over the seat assuming the bike seat would feel relieved of the pain that her beating had caused.

At that moment, she recalled, “You Just Can’t Beat A Bajaj” 🙂

 

That’s when you make lemonade!

When no one comes to your aid
When you realize you are self made
When you ought to decide unsaid
That’s when you make lemonade.

When everyone bitches around you
When they are mostly aimed at you
When life gives lemons to you
That’s when you make lemonade.

When you wanna bury yourself
When you start loosing yourself
When you cry all by yourself
That’s when you make lemonade.

The City of Doom

Standing on my terrace

I glance at the roads

All I see is traffic

Moving slower than a snail.

I look up at the skies

To catch a glimpse of it

Twinkle twinkle little star

All I see is a single star.

I walk a while on the terrace

My legs are covered in dust

My body sweats hell a lot

As the heat wave strikes me hard.

I open up the taps to cleanse

Myself, from the dust and sweat

Only a single drop drips from it

My body has more droplets though.

So hot and dry, so stagnant and busy

So noisy and dusty, a city that never sleeps

Is Bengaluru still the garden city?

Or has it become the City of Doom?