<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818</id><updated>2012-01-31T03:17:48.099+05:30</updated><category term='the hindu'/><category term='cinemarabad'/><category term='ss music'/><category term='big bang'/><category term='saidapet'/><category term='வீணை'/><category term='trips'/><category term='times of india'/><category term='Alliance'/><category term='hadron'/><category term='prange'/><category term='francaise'/><category term='cern'/><category term='adams'/><category term='hindu'/><category term='nalladhore'/><category term='museum'/><category term='types'/><category term='mecca'/><category term='make'/><category term='oochappan'/><category term='central'/><category term='hinfi'/><category term='girls'/><category term='society'/><category term='Rahman'/><category term='comparison'/><category term='tips'/><category term='charminar'/><category term='review'/><category term='basics'/><category term='short short stories'/><category term='hyde'/><category term='paper'/><category term='PVR'/><category term='hyderabad'/><category term='idea'/><category term='colour'/><category term='ansel'/><category term='TV'/><category term='making a shot'/><category term='Bharathiar'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='tamil'/><category term='translation'/><category term='ghajini'/><category term='masjid'/><category term='photography'/><category term='sumanoj'/><category term='Kick'/><category term='hindi'/><category term='நல்லதோர்'/><category term='shirt'/><category term='ARR'/><category term='tourism'/><category term='music'/><category term='india'/><category term='weekend'/><category term='madras'/><category term='TOI'/><category term='MIT'/><category term='chennai'/><category term='street photography'/><category term='photographer'/><category term='movie'/><category term='Bharathi'/><category term='sixth sense'/><category term='restroom'/><category term='Pranav'/><category term='sanitation'/><category term='salarjung'/><category term='food'/><category term='color'/><category term='exhibition'/><category term='large'/><category term='chutneys'/><category term='jail'/><category term='article'/><category term='delhi 6'/><category term='stories'/><category term='CVR'/><category term='collider'/><category term='travellogue'/><category term='siteseeing'/><category term='TED'/><category term='funda'/><title type='text'>SimplyCVR</title><subtitle type='html'>Hardcore Dreamer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8215837354765547662</id><published>2011-12-12T00:23:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2011-12-12T00:36:42.813+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ashmolean Museum, Oxford</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Some of the pics that I took during my photography meetup in Ashmolean museum here in oxford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/a/2/f/0/600_78641712.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://photos1.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/a/2/f/0/600_78641712.jpeg" width="452" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos2.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/a/3/0/e/600_78641742.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://photos2.meetupstatic.com/photos/event/a/3/0/e/600_78641742.jpeg" width="456" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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Mine will be part of close to 100 photos clicked by around 25 photographers from Chennai. All of the photographers amateur artists who take photos as a hobby.More details can be found at&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/kirukan/4981228607/" title="CWC &amp;quot; Shutter painters &amp;quot; by Camera கிறுக்கன், on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="CWC &amp;quot; Shutter painters &amp;quot;" height="500" src="http://farm5.static.flickr.com/4113/4981228607_7cfc810abe.jpg" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4397888190832272227?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4397888190832272227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4397888190832272227' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-1772409483551200823</id><published>2009-09-17T16:28:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:31:05.260+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francaise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CVR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='madras'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alliance'/><title type='text'>Images of Chennai</title><content type='html'>The following pictures were displayed in the photography exhibition "Images of Chennai",that was conducted in Alliance Francaise Madras from August 3rd to 19th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="300"&gt; &lt;param name="flashvars" 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width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-233966538153588544</id><published>2009-09-17T16:04:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-09-17T16:05:44.949+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ss music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='times of india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='paper'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TOI'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hindu'/><title type='text'>Coverage for the exhibition</title><content type='html'>You might remember that there was a photography exhibition of photos taken by me at Alliance francaise from August 3rd to 18th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Given below is the collection of media coverage that happened for the exhibition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Times of India&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/3819283520/" title="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 1 by seeveeaar, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 1" height="500" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3819283520_5228c68d70.jpg" width="338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Hindu - 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/3819284798/" title="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 2 by seeveeaar, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 2" height="499" src="http://farm3.static.flickr.com/2628/3819284798_2e29acd813.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hindu - 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/3818478009/" title="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 3 by seeveeaar, on Flickr"&gt;&lt;img alt="Coverage about the exhibition in the media - 3" height="497" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3483/3818478009_cea094c643.jpg" width="500" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Coverage in SS music&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRga9Y5TQSQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DRga9Y5TQSQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-233966538153588544?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/233966538153588544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=233966538153588544' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/233966538153588544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/233966538153588544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/09/coverage-for-exhibition.html' title='Coverage for the exhibition'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3512/3819283520_5228c68d70_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2970540863661871110</id><published>2009-07-28T19:59:00.008+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-08T19:54:01.877+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='exhibition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='francaise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alliance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chennai'/><title type='text'>My exhibition in Alliance Francaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9qg9cKfNI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/q_4Cmdox7NQ/s1600-h/image001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9qg9cKfNI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/q_4Cmdox7NQ/s400/image001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="gE iv gt" style="cursor: auto; font-size: 13px; padding-bottom: 3px; padding-left: 4px; padding-right: 0px;"&gt;&lt;table cellpadding="0" class="cf gJ" style="border-collapse: collapse; margin-top: 0px; width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="gF gK" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-right: 8px; padding-top: 0px; text-align: left; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap; width: 367px;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="gH" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="gH" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: right; vertical-align: top; white-space: nowrap;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ii gt" id=":14n" style="font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 15px; margin-right: 15px; margin-top: 5px; padding-bottom: 20px;"&gt;&lt;div lang="EN-US" link="blue" vlink="purple"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Greetings to all of you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;"&gt;As we prepare ourselves to celebrate &lt;b&gt;MADRAS DAY&lt;/b&gt; on the 22&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; of August, the Alliance Française of Madras, is proud to be part of this city that is rich in culture and tradition, yet contemporary and modern. We have a series of events to celebrate Madras, starting with an exhibition by a young and talented individual who interprets Chennai with his captivating pictures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px;"&gt;The Alliance Française of Madras invites you to an exhibition of photography by C V Ramanujan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Wide Latin', serif; font-size: 26pt; line-height: 40px;"&gt;IMAGES OF CHENNAI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px;"&gt;3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; to 19&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; August 2009&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 31px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Timing is from 9 to 7 on all days of the week except sunday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 20pt; line-height: 31px;"&gt;AFM GALLERY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 31px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Update:Gallery will be closed on Aug 15th Saturday.. :(&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 48px; line-height: 31px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm-G5t_kQYI/AAAAAAAAJ88/WlCXyC4mrWc/s1600-h/image009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 31px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm-G5t_kQYI/AAAAAAAAJ88/WlCXyC4mrWc/s1600-h/image009.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; display: inline !important; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm-G5t_kQYI/AAAAAAAAJ88/WlCXyC4mrWc/s320/image009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 27px; line-height: 31px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 19px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;"&gt;CVR is a photo enthusiast working in an IT company. When he is not busy coding you can find him in the streets of Chennai, photographing the interesting people, sights and wonders this great city has to offer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 14pt; line-height: 21px;"&gt;In his own words&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;'"Like a kid jumping across the skies to catch hold of the stars, I set out with my camera, in an effort to capture the beauty around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How much am I successful, I leave it to you to decide. But the art of photography both fascinates me and humbles me. And with Chennai as an inspiration, I hope to learn more and more about this magic art of freezing time."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9qraziVSI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/_lligEnIe3g/s1600-h/image010.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9qraziVSI/AAAAAAAAJ8k/_lligEnIe3g/s200/image010.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Dakshin Chitra Potter - Wonder what my maker's design is....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This picture was taken at Dakshin Chitra. DakshinaChitra is a center for the living traditions of art, folk performing arts, craft and architecture of India with an emphasis on the traditions of South India. It contains meticulously recreated replicas of traditional houses from Tamilnadu, Kerala, Andhra pradesh and Karnataka. The place is also home to performances from the staff enacting and teaching many of the traditional practices and art forms of South India.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Wide Latin', serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Chennai Central jail inside - Gods of all colors&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9q5EVrQgI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/BMyTFEdV0KA/s1600-h/image011.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9q5EVrQgI/AAAAAAAAJ8s/BMyTFEdV0KA/s200/image011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The Chennai Central jail is more than 150 yrs old and has been a host to many leaders and freedom fighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The government has decided to demolish the buildings and use the place for other purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;The campus was opened for the public before it can be demolished. Inside one could find clear signs of the former inmates' devotion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center" style="text-align: center; text-indent: 0.25in;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: 'Wide Latin', serif; font-size: 16pt; line-height: 24px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9rF-PNWNI/AAAAAAAAJ80/YQdaJarNK5Q/s1600-h/image008.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9rF-PNWNI/AAAAAAAAJ80/YQdaJarNK5Q/s400/image008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Chennai MRTS Train - Chennai MRTS train&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;This picture was taken at the MRTS station at Velachery. The Chennai local train has a unique majestic look. One can’t help admiring the pride and arrogance in its face of not having to stop for anyone. The bold and confident attitude clearly evident, the Chennai local train is the representation of the character of the people of Chennai who are high on self-respect. May be that’s why we love the local trains so much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 18px;"&gt;For further information please contact C V Ramanujan at 97910 36722&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #888888;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.simplycvr.blogspot.com/" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt;www.simplycvr.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cvrintamil.blogspot.com/" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt;http://cvrintamil.blogspot.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt;www.flickr.com/photos/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;seeveeaar&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contact AFM at 2827 9803/ 2827 1477&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Update : The exhibition got inaugurated with a small and simple ceremony.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2970540863661871110?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2970540863661871110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2970540863661871110' title='43 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2970540863661871110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2970540863661871110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/07/my-exhibition-in-alliance-francaise.html' title='My exhibition in Alliance Francaise'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sm9qg9cKfNI/AAAAAAAAJ8c/q_4Cmdox7NQ/s72-c/image001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>43</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4364608862117007703</id><published>2009-07-16T05:44:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-07-16T05:44:33.172+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='street photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='saidapet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making a shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='girls'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chennai'/><title type='text'>Making a shot - The smiling Trinity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;This one was taken during the photowalk in saidapet.I I was almost ready to go back home after a decent outing through the streets of saidapet and was just waiting on the marmalong bridge for my friends to turn up so that i can leave after a formal good bye.&lt;br /&gt;Thats when 3 of these little girls came up to me with their bit notices.You can find these kinda beggars in many places handing over these piece of papers which details many things ranging from medical troubles,educational reasons to religious pilgrimage commitments. I generally dont like to encourage beggars and get particularly furious when i see kids begging(Its a long story!! not here..not now :))!!&lt;br /&gt;So i turned away after uttering out a polite and firm no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls turned away and started looking for somebody else to influence with their sorry tales.But one of them couldnt conceal her curiosity over my big black camera and started discussing with her friends rather loudly about whether they can request me to take their pic!!&lt;br /&gt;That was enough of an invitation for me!! I beckoned them and asked whether they want me to take a picture of them.All three of them nodded with varying degrees of enthusiasm. So I started my routine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/1mDuw73I-4hx_qvj0I46yw?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5rxty7PZI/AAAAAAAAJqw/JKTwDRcAztk/s400/IMG_9112.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one who was enthusiastic about getting their picture taken is smiling...The one on the right is not exavlty sure how to react ...seems like she is posing just because her friend pressured her to...The one in the middle is downright staring at me!! Understandable! Just a few mins back I had coldly shooed them away...&lt;br /&gt;What do i do???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to get into some small talk..get them out of their cocoon...asked their names and stuff...told them they need to smile to get a good looking pic&amp;nbsp; etc...&lt;br /&gt;Moved out a bit so that they dont feel too intimidated ....and..&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/-tpVQldGOCW7gDy2cRx0Eg?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5r6Q2d4uI/AAAAAAAAJq4/Ynlk2MKeCZk/s400/IMG_9113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Err.....&lt;br /&gt;Not good!!Something else needs to be done!!&lt;br /&gt;Lemme try something else...Lemme get friendly with the girl in yellow!!&lt;br /&gt;hi there!!&lt;br /&gt;Lemme take a solo picture of you.. can you come here please...ya...and smile... ok...say cheeeeeese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/8hdmq7i0gqXtApbJFHEJZA?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5slFkmCPI/AAAAAAAAJq8/V-XJNLo62oM/s400/IMG_9114.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I showed the pic to that girl and her friends too..Now they were excited..I need some work to be done with the middle one..&lt;br /&gt;You want a pic just like your friend's pic??? come on here... just smile.. smile big..ok..yup! thats it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/X4yUupwjHpvVrpFi6EimJg?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5stmROgBI/AAAAAAAAJrA/42KlSoN6lPg/s400/IMG_9115.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!! now she is cheerful and comfy!! lemme click that other girl too so that she doesnt feel left out!!&lt;br /&gt;Hey there!! One pic of you too..Ok...smile.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/tYBRIfNdWSZk8moz1yOIXg?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5syl2J7WI/AAAAAAAAJrE/gpNNfo63kfI/s400/IMG_9117.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats shaky..but thats ok...&lt;br /&gt;Now i can get them together...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright people!! lets try another group shot! ok?? yes!! why dont you people come closer...still more closer...ok..ready??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/P7X0dYe1LJ69Im14em0RDQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5s55-RRgI/AAAAAAAAJrI/yj7aON8XgOA/s400/IMG_9118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great!! I loved it!!I showed them and they loved it too!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When i came home and saw it in the big screen i felt there was something missing there!!&lt;br /&gt;Something really plain and dry about the tone!!&lt;br /&gt;Lemme make this into Sepia! That will give the emotion i felt at that time! the feeling of vintage friendship and all that stuff!!&lt;br /&gt;Good!&lt;br /&gt;Now..lemme tweak up the contrast and sharpness a little!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cool!! I got my shot!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Strike 5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: #000050; text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/uvXylDKoDRkmQtDMnuvOnw?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5tDg4lMJI/AAAAAAAAJrM/VBInlm5AVl4/s400/IMG_9118.tif.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I later posted it with the following comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;As I was waiting for my friend at the end of the photowalk,couple of these girls approached me with their bit notice with all kinds of sad stories,ending with a request for donation,a very familiar form of begging in the city.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: black; font-size: 9pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;I clearly indicated that iam not interested and turned the other way .&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats when curiousity got the better of the middle one and she asked whether i can take a picture of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #1057ae;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/2745682911/"&gt;Similar to the other occasion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;i was more than happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;Took a couple of shots and a bit of friendly cheerful talk to get the other two to get smiling normally.&lt;br /&gt;But in the end when they smiled and when i clicked this we forgot who we were and where we were.It was a moment when three friends had a moment of fun and frolic and another friend clicking that moment.We were fellow human beings sharing the joy of humanity then being strangers divided by inequalities.&lt;br /&gt;That moment was perfect&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4364608862117007703?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4364608862117007703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4364608862117007703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4364608862117007703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4364608862117007703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/07/making-shot-smiling-trinity.html' title='Making a shot - The smiling Trinity'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/Sl5rxty7PZI/AAAAAAAAJqw/JKTwDRcAztk/s72-c/IMG_9112.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-6386612061253900767</id><published>2009-06-18T22:31:00.004+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:11:41.545+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='making a shot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='funda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ansel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='make'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adams'/><title type='text'>Making a shot - Kulasai shot</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You don't take a photograph, you make it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;- Ansel Adams&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10.5pt;"&gt;What does this mean??? You never click any pic and just cook up something in photoshop??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What he means is that a photograph is not about just snapping whatever you see but its about applying your heart and mind into producing a frame which contains exactly what you want to share...&lt;br /&gt;Thats why i get iritated when people call my pictures as snaps!! Its not just something i happen to click as i pass by. Every picture i publish has been produced after a lot of time and effort to create the mood and composition that i wanted to share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days back i was browsing through my archives and found some interesting shots! Earlier in my pursuit in photography i used to shoot in JPG so i never bothered to delete so many pics either in camera or after downloading into the computer.So i was able to see the series of shots that i had taken before settling down to the picture i wanted to share.Nowadays i delete them in the comp or in the cam or right inside my mind itself...So nobody gets to see it!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sharing one of those with you so that&amp;nbsp; you can get a glimpse of the thinking process of a photographer and incorporate more of "making a shot" in your pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets take&amp;nbsp;the case of roadside kid shot from the village &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/tags/kulasai/"&gt;Kulasai&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;Kulasai alias Kulasekarapatnam is a small village in thirunelveli,famous for the Dushera celebrations that happen there every year.I had gone there last year and had come back with loads and loads of pictures and experience.&lt;br /&gt;This picture was taken during that trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The purest form of human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/iw838fCM2nXlY_L9fVT9bQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrY_RI4RXI/AAAAAAAAIzg/ZDs2iWtFRvU/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now...this is not the very first picture i took of this kid......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day we landed in kulasai,we took out our cameras and were walking towards the beach trying to sink into the mood and breath in the life and culture the village had to offer.Thats when one of the guys from a roadside gypsy family came running to me and requested for a photo to be taken!!&lt;br /&gt;It&amp;nbsp;is a dream come true scenario for a street photographer...&lt;br /&gt;He was so overjoyed when i obliged that he promptly went back and brought his nephew along for a picture to be taken...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot 1&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/wvgOuWqBIzG_R6YioxbuIg?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrZG0d7QtI/AAAAAAAAI0A/4GGnhiQLfb0/s400/IMG_0713.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The minute i laid my eyes on the kid i knew he was special and i can have a really good shot if only i could apply myself. I showed the guy the photo i had just taken and he was super excited..He went running back and brought along some more folks from his family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot 2&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="width: auto;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/ilzpk-w7CMUUcdI8XTcpxA?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrZU5hs2rI/AAAAAAAAI0I/hZZO2YUHKq0/s400/IMG_0717.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid was that Dhadiwala's son.&lt;br /&gt;The folks were overjoyed!! now that i have got their good will and attention,i requested them whether i can take a solo pic of the kid.They were more than happy to say yes.So i zoomed in to the tiny one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot 3&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/0tE5rcrc5z2eFStHpxrx_g?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrZdKSmANI/AAAAAAAAI0Q/W2g3QfK_NGg/s400/IMG_0714.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cute!! But not quite what i wanted!! this guy had a more confused and bewildered look than what i was looking for!! I tried to smile and make a conversation with him!! I was sure he didnt know tamil,he was too young to understand any language anyway....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Shot 4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/4sKQqqiPIGGW1swEX1LNqw?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrZyLV0vEI/AAAAAAAAI0Y/2SEg5KLRc5A/s400/IMG_0715.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is better..but he looks more curious and inquisitive than what i want....let me try and make him even more comfortable!!&amp;nbsp;I moved closer.&lt;br /&gt;"hi there little fellow!! you are looking awesome!! just one pose ok....just smile..ya ya thats it........"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CLICK!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The purest form of human&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.co.in/lh/photo/iw838fCM2nXlY_L9fVT9bQ?authkey=Gv1sRgCNTSwtTZ_Pz-Xw&amp;amp;feat=embedwebsite"&gt;&lt;img src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrY_RI4RXI/AAAAAAAAIzg/ZDs2iWtFRvU/s400/IMG_0716.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I LOVED the shot the minute i saw the pic in the LCD. I thanked them and walked on....&lt;br /&gt;After i came back from my trip i posted this with the following writeup....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;b&gt;"A roadside gypsy kid.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People came running to us asking us to take their photograph,during my recent trip to kulasai*. And i took a whole lot of them before i got tired of it :)&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And this kid was really so cute... I could see hope in his eyes!! That reflected the hope of a better india that i cherish in my heart&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have always felt that kids are the purest form of humans....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And here is the example.....&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a few years he will have a religion, caste, social status,language,country,gender realisations etc etc etc&amp;nbsp;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But for now he is just human.........Human at his purest form. "&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Will try to post few more series of shots like this!&lt;br /&gt;I hope you find it interesting and useful...&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 14px;"&gt;PS : Cross posted from my office blog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-6386612061253900767?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/6386612061253900767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=6386612061253900767' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6386612061253900767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6386612061253900767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/06/making-shot-kulasai-shot.html' title='Making a shot - Kulasai shot'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/SjrY_RI4RXI/AAAAAAAAIzg/ZDs2iWtFRvU/s72-c/IMG_0716.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8853125025481915299</id><published>2009-05-24T12:07:00.005+05:30</published><updated>2010-07-30T06:13:08.087+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tips'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='basics'/><title type='text'>Some basics in photography</title><content type='html'>So you just bought your DSLR?? Or you have just been bit by the photography bug??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have seen some GREAT pics from people in flickr,Photo.net or elsewhere and want to take those kinda "really cool" shots and dont know where to start???&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You have reached the right blogspot page!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The good news is "its possible". You can be owner of all those brilliant shots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The bad news..Its not easy!! You got to realllllly love the art to be able to spend the time and effort and money it deserves...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have tried to put some of the stuff that came to my mind when one of my friends asked for a similar advice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shoot less,show lesser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Click less think more.publish less,delete more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Learn the rules so that you can break them by choice.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Read up about Rule of thirds,leading lines,subject placement,non central placement and all the basics of composition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Learn how to &lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/search/label/making%20a%20shot"&gt;make a shot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Stop shooting in Auto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Shoot in RAW.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Learn  basic PP.Be at ease with contrast/brightness adjustment,sharpness,&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;saturation,cropping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Know about HDR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Recognise the two stages of photography&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-stages-in-photography.html" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt;http://simplycvr.&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;blogspot.com/2008/12/two-&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;stages-in-photography.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Take&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-type-of-trips.html" style="color: #114170;" target="_blank"&gt; photography trips&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Make friends within local  photography enthusiasts with the help pf online forums etc and follow their work&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Follow the works of people you admire and find out what is stopping you from making those kind of pictures.It could be knowhow,practice or equipment.Identify that and fill up the gaps! If you are not able to  decide ask for help.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Try not to use flash as much as possible.Flash can kill the soul of the pic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Fall in love with light.Fall in love with life.Fall in love with the world around.Just start appreciating the beautiful things around you.90% of photography has got nothing to do with camera.It has to do with how you see and how you record it in your brain and how you want to present it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;I will add to this if i think of something else!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;All the best :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8853125025481915299?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8853125025481915299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8853125025481915299' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8853125025481915299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8853125025481915299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/some-basics-in-photography.html' title='Some basics in photography'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8195797325408349803</id><published>2009-05-16T14:51:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:59:26.253+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sumanoj'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kick'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PVR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chutneys'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weekend'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyde'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cinemarabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>My weekend with "Kick"</title><content type='html'>Some of you might Know that I had wanted to watch a telugu movie in hyderabad even before i came to this place. Also i wanted to try out some authentic andhra cuisine before going back to chennai. Yesterday(May 10th) happened to be the last weekend of my stay in Hyderabad and yesterday also happened to be the day when both of the above wishes came true!&lt;br /&gt;I had been making some noises about this for a while and my good friend Sumanoj made a neat plan to make me realise them. Our first stop was the PVR movie theatres in Hyderabad central,PanjaGutta. Suman had booked tickets for the telugu movie "Kick",featuring Ravi Teja and Ileana.I have already had the experience of watching a really horrible movie called "Khatarnak" featuring these two,so i was a bit scared when i heard about the booking.But Sumanoj assured me that the movie was the "most bearable" of the lot which had released during the recent times.&lt;br /&gt;We entered the theatre as the names started rolling after stocking ourselves with liberal amounts of pop-corn and pepsi.So we missed the all important scene of Ileana performing Yoga moves, due to the delay.Now! Dont act so innocent and ask what relevance does it have to the story......Its just that ..It was "Ileana" and she was performing Yoga!!!..Enough said!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you guys wont be so naive as to ask me what is the story of this movie! One doesnt go to watch "Kick" if he/she wants a story.One settles with one of satyajit ray's movies or one of those movies from the regional language movie feature in DD on sundays,if he wants a story.Better still,One borrows some pirate DVDs of some Korean,Iranian or some other movie from a God forsaken corner of the world,if he wants a story. You might actually not understand any story from the movie ,but you can always talk volumes of how great the movie was and make up any story that comes to your mind! They cant tell the difference.Anyway! Iam digressing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The movie starts with Actor Shaam coming to Malaysia to meet Ileana.They meet up in a train,as arranged by their parents to have some chat and decide whether they can go ahead with the marital alliance.And thats when Ileana starts narrating her failed love affair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus starts the flash back and in comes Ravi Teja! He is this most freaky,most irresponsible,most crazy guy who goes around doing whatever he wants for the sake of "Kick".The narration starts with him informing the parents of his friends about a probable elopement and then helping them get married at the same time!!Needless to say our hot looking heroine falls in love with this crazy guy!!I mean! Thats expected right?! The good looking smart girls always fall for some crazy guy,eve teaser,mentally imbalanced,"child like"(dumb),violent rowdy etc etc..So the love story flourishes with crazy antics from Ravi Teja and ends when Ileana realises that he has been interested just for the "kicks" and not reallllllly in love with her!!(Duh...what a bulb!)&lt;br /&gt;And thats when Shaam starts his flashback!!No..no!This is not another failed love affair! This is about a criminal who has been outwitting him and has been driving him crazy with his clues and hints!Surprise Surprise!! The audience get to know that the clever criminal is none other than our Ravi Teja!And ...We get to know that he is in Malaysia for some reason.The movie breaks into an intermission!!&lt;br /&gt;If your eyes balls are rolling and your heads are spinning already i will save you from the drudgery of reading about the remaining story(?!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi Teja fits the role of a idiotic yet intelligent, carefree yet meticulous, crazy yet deep character perfectly! I got to say that he has enough screen presence to make you laugh and smile at his antics! And one couldnt hate him all that much inspite of his non-heroic, non-serious characterisation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ileana plays the role of I_am_a_hot_intelligent_girl_but_i _will_fall_for_an_idiot role to perfection!!I guess being a girl helps play it so naturally.(obviously! :-S).Her acting(?!) seems to have improved just a little bit since i saw her in "Khatarnak".She is a just a little more bearable during her exaggerated outbursts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaam occupies a lot of frames in this movie.I have always felt that he has been an unlucky actor and I felt the same in this movie too.He is stylish,manly and all&lt;br /&gt;brisk and serious ,as he moves around with assurance as a police officer all through the movie!I wont be surprised if his female fans base increases some more after this movie.The guy deserves it totally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The biggest strength of the movie is the light mood that has been maintained all through the movie.There are ample comedy scenes in the movie not just from the lead characters but also from a handful of regular comedy actors whom i have seen in the other telugu movies(Dunno their names :().None of the songs stuck to my mind but they were quite tolerable and are placed fairly aptly,so that they dont kill the flow of the movie.The BGM also seems to complement the movie perfectly.Though i must warn you that the previous two statements of mine could be sheerly motivated due to the brilliant acoustics in PVR cinema&lt;br /&gt;The movie never drags on anywhere during the 2-3 hours.Inspite of the flashbacks and twists and confusions of the storyline the screenplay is quite clear and never allows you to scratch your head or squirm in your seat or look at your watch! That i think is the biggest success of the director.The visuals are quite bright pleasant and colourful!!The actions sequence are apt and well within the mark considering the fact that this is a masala movie.Thank fully there are no gory bloody scenes or cheap romance or lewd comedy!! Full marks to the makers for this.I am sure I would have appreciated a lot more of the comedy if only i had known telugu.Most of the times i smiled cluelessly as people around me laughed for the timing jokes!&lt;br /&gt;Overall it was a time spent with laughs and entertainment and i didnt have to "kick" myself for having had to watch the movie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon after the movie I had lunch in "Chutneys" and savoured the hot south Indian thali with Gongura chutney,famed avakkai,paruppu podi et all…..&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Suman for a memorable outing :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:Iam wearing the &lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/brightly-colored-shirt-and-related-woes.html"&gt;famed Orange shirt &lt;/a&gt;today again . I had already terrorized a sleepy security guard as he had a glimpse of me while I swiped in.Reports indicate that he wont be able to sleep for the next 10 days. I am hoping to employ the time tested technique of hiding in the corners and looking down at the floor whenever people look at me as if I have just escaped from the circus. I hope I can get through the day this way.Wish me luck :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8195797325408349803?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8195797325408349803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8195797325408349803' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8195797325408349803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8195797325408349803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-weekend-with-kick.html' title='My weekend with &quot;Kick&quot;'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4317803663516336539</id><published>2009-05-16T14:45:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-16T14:45:17.048+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shirt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='color'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prange'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='colour'/><title type='text'>The brightly colored shirt and related woes</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Iam wearing a shirt today which i had been avoiding for a really really long time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its bright orange in color and its so jarring and saturated that i would be seriously afraid to go out on the streets for the fear of provoking any angry bull,or even goat,sheep or a dog for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;This shirt was bought by mom without my knowledge during one of her shopping stints and i gulped two jugs of cold water after recovering from unconsciousness after seeing the shirt for the first time.&lt;br /&gt;My mom has the inimitable knack of picking such things!! From time immemorial she gives me such surprises which mostly ends with "You_never like_whatever_i_buy_for_you!! "I_bought_this_with_so_much_&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;of_love_and_now_iam_so_upset" scenario that pains me to no end!!&lt;br /&gt;I have learnt to work around such surprises through some disastrous instances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did i do?? i have been avoiding this shirt as much as i can with light banter about how i would look like a hindu fanatic or worker in thirupathi temple with the shirt and laugh it away whenever she recommends the shirt for the day!!&lt;br /&gt;Little did i know that she would cleverly insert this one while packing for this hyderabad trip!&lt;br /&gt;Today as i was looking for a shirt for my cream colored pant i found that none of the pressed shirts were dark enough to match the pant and this furiously colored one was the only one darker than the other ones!!!&lt;br /&gt;So i decided to give it a try!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now i hide myself in the corner of the room and the hallways walkways,consciously reminding myself to avoid the weird looks i have been getting and been hanging my head in shame as i look at my reflection on the glass window panes.&lt;br /&gt;The shirt is not even manly let alone professional!!!&lt;br /&gt;The color will suit a girl's dress or a 2-3 year old boy and not any older!!I guess my mom still considers me as her 2-3 year old baby !! :)&lt;br /&gt;But still....&lt;br /&gt;Sigh!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can only hope that my day runs away fast!! :-|&lt;br /&gt;Its all in the game :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4317803663516336539?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4317803663516336539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4317803663516336539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4317803663516336539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4317803663516336539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/brightly-colored-shirt-and-related-woes.html' title='The brightly colored shirt and related woes'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-3832069042543074358</id><published>2009-05-03T15:39:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-05-03T15:42:28.271+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tourism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mecca'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='masjid'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hyderabad'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='charminar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travellogue'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='salarjung'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='museum'/><title type='text'>My trip to Salarjung museum,Charminar and Mecca masjid</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; "&gt;I went to Salarjung museum,Charminar and Mecca masjid on Saturday(25-Apr-2009).&lt;br /&gt;I took the 216 bus from Gachibowli and reached the Koti bus stand.After that i walked to Salarjung museum.It was a walking distance and also the people were quiet friendly and helpful as i reached there by asking directions along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Salarjung family had been the primeministers of Hyderabad under the rule of the Nizams and the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Salarjung_museum" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(17, 65, 112); "&gt;Salarjung museum &lt;/a&gt;owes its existence to the collections of Salarjung III whose artistic patronage leaves you spell bound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="120f11ed49313530_cutid1" style="color: rgb(17, 65, 112); "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The museum stands tall with three sections with a ground floor and first floor with scores and scores of artwork of historical value.You can find articles ranging from sculptures, paintings, scriptures, arms, ivory work, textile, porcelain, woodwork, furniture etc etc mainly from India,China,Europe,Japan and Egypt.It is a delight for all those like me who totally dig at history,culture and art etc.The ticket is only Rs.10 which i thought was really cheap for a museum of its size and sophistication.The place is maintained pretty well with usable drinking water and decent toilets at regular intervals.The food costs a fortune at the food court(Well !! they have to make money somewhere...;))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next place in my list was Charminar!! I have heard of Charminar for so so long and i was really excited about going there.I walked for sometime from the museum when it started raining! Again i asked for directions all through and caught an auto somewhere in Pathergatti road and settled for 10Rs after some bargain.As the auto neared the landmark i could see the setting and environment change quite a bit with a lot of activity ,people and big ancient arches!Finally I was at the &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Charminar" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(17, 65, 112); "&gt;Charminar&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The view was so exhilarating!!! There i was , bending my neck at acute angles, trying to fully see the four minarets jutting into the sky with exquisite design and craftmanship.I prompty got the ticket for Rs.5 and climbed up the winding stairs in one of the minarets.People are allowed to climb up the charminar upto the first floor and not any further! I climbed upto the first floor to watch the busy streets down below with the noise,traffic,people and life on all four side of the minar.The lively sights and sounds made me feel like i was in some exotic historic town in Istanbul or middle east!!I climbed down after a while and messaged my mom about how thrilled I was.I really really had to share that with someone! I missed my parents!&lt;br /&gt;Then i went over to Mecca masjid which is just couple of paces from Charminar munching away cut mango pieces appropriately sprinkled with salt/chilly powder!Heavenly it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mecca_Masjid" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(17, 65, 112); "&gt;Mecca masjid &lt;/a&gt;is a really old mosque built way back in 17th century.Just a few months back i had seen a picture taken by one of my friends,of this landmark and had been fascinated by the structure.Back then i was surprised to see the fluttering pigeons which neatly added to the mood of the picture,but when i went there I realised that it was impossible to take a pic of the place without those pigeons! There were just too many of them.People are allowed to walk around the front yard of the mosque which has a small water tank in one of its corner.&lt;br /&gt;After visiting the mosque i reached the nearby bus stand after walking through an alley, as directed by the friendly traffic cop!!I got my 65G bus to mehdipatnam pretty soon and the journey back home was uneventfful except for a six rupee tender coconut and five rupee watermelon plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed alone all through the trip with my broken hindi which is only just a litttttle better than Mohanlal's hindi in the movie "Company".I never felt lost even once!! I love this place :-)&lt;br /&gt;Also the summer of hyderabad isnt bothering me too much!! I got to admit that i have been carefully avoiding the middaytimes but still the heat is perfectly manageable on the other times!I have heard a few people say that the summer in hyderabad can be a shade hotter than in chennai but iam yet to see any proof of that!In fact i had seen hotter summers in mysore when i had been there a couple of times!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had initially planned to go to Ramoji film city on sunday but upon googling,I found out that the place was a little too far and i wasnt having a very clear idea as to how to go there!Also taking so much of pain the very next day that too for a trip alone didnt sound too exciting so i decided to give it a miss! I guess any other trip has to wait for a weekend after return from the chennai trip during the long weekend!&lt;br /&gt;Lets see :-)&lt;br /&gt;PS:It was just a &lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-type-of-trips.html" target="_blank" style="color: rgb(17, 65, 112); "&gt;site seeing trip&lt;/a&gt;, so i didnt take any pictures!They dont let any camera inside the salarjung museum anyway!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-3832069042543074358?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/3832069042543074358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=3832069042543074358' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3832069042543074358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3832069042543074358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/my-trip-to-salarjung-museumcharminar.html' title='My trip to Salarjung museum,Charminar and Mecca masjid'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5936786970956213621</id><published>2009-05-01T21:33:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-08-21T05:14:15.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='types'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='siteseeing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trips'/><title type='text'>Two type of trips</title><content type='html'>There are two type of trips one can take to any place of interest!&lt;br /&gt;One is a site seeing trip and another one is a photography trip!!&lt;br /&gt;Site seeing trip is something which everyone is aware of ! Its the one where one goes to primarily see,hear and smell the sights and sounds and smells,the place has to offer and to generally get a feel of the place!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a photography trip is one where you intend to do all of the above and also aim to get some decent shots of that place! When i say get decent shots i do not mean the standard "I was there" shots which tourists usually take!! Photographers ,amateur or professional,like to spend time and capture a place in such a way that is both unique and special and brings out the feel of the place in their own style! One needs to spend quite a lot of time and mind to take such photos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally i have felt that such photos cannot be taken during a siteseeing trip!! The people who are with you make a very big difference in a trip too!! Ideally you would need people who understand when Iam staring at a subject for minutes together trying to visualise the photo in my mind and try to think of the angles and composition while noting the lighting conditions.You want to go with the kinda people who can sense such a situation and not expect me to tag along with them or talk to me during those times!At the same time you would want to also talk abt the nuances and share your experiences and tips during other times to make such photography trips really complete!!Such company is possible only when you have photography enthusiasts with you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such photography trips are hard to take when you have constraints with you in terms of time,company etc! For example when you are planning to cover places and are packing one too many landmarks with fair bit of travel in between,it can be downright impossible!&lt;br /&gt;Usually i take photography trips to selected places(just 1 place almost all the time) with fellow photographers with a clear mindset and intent.DSLR cameras require you to carry a bag with all lenses and stuff so it is quite bulky and heavy to carry around! So most of the times my trips wont last more than half a day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Such trips are impossible during instances like now when i am just trying to see as many places in Hyderabad during the limited time i have here with trips spanning for 1 whole day.Also where in the motivation to click is dampened due to non-availability of my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess i have to come to Hyderabad one more time so that i can "aaram se" plan such photography trips to the various landmarks here!&lt;br /&gt;Until then! It will be just covering places....&lt;br /&gt;:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5936786970956213621?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5936786970956213621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5936786970956213621' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5936786970956213621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5936786970956213621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/05/two-type-of-trips.html' title='Two type of trips'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4734949792411643677</id><published>2009-03-17T05:16:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-17T05:16:45.515+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pranav'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='MIT'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sixth sense'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='TED'/><title type='text'>The future is here people!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="446" height="326"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="bgColor" value="#ffffff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/PattieMaes_2009-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/PattieMaes-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=481" /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://video.ted.com/assets/player/swf/EmbedPlayer.swf" pluginspace="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" bgColor="#ffffff" width="446" height="326" allowFullScreen="true" flashvars="vu=http://video.ted.com/talks/embed/PattieMaes_2009-embed_high.flv&amp;su=http://images.ted.com/images/ted/tedindex/embed-posters/PattieMaes-2009.embed_thumbnail.jpg&amp;vw=432&amp;vh=240&amp;ap=0&amp;ti=481"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the video says it all.. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4734949792411643677?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4734949792411643677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4734949792411643677' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4734949792411643677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4734949792411643677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/03/future-is-here-people.html' title='The future is here people!!!'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8108962669395587032</id><published>2009-03-11T06:31:00.002+05:30</published><updated>2009-03-12T20:23:38.913+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='நல்லதோர்'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bharathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bharathiar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='வீணை'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nalladhore'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='translation'/><title type='text'>நல்லதோர் வீணை செய்தே - Nalladhore Veenai seydhaey (Wasted potential - poem and translation)</title><content type='html'>(Original)&lt;br /&gt;நல்லதோர் வீணை செய்தே - அதை &lt;br /&gt;நலங்கெடப் புழுதியில் எறிவதுண்டோ (நல்லதோர்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;சொல்லடி சிவசக்தி - எனைச் &lt;br /&gt;சுடர்மிகும் அறிவுடன் படைத்துவிட்டாய் &lt;br /&gt;வல்லமை தாராயோ - இந்த &lt;br /&gt;மாநிலம் பயனுற வாழ்வதற்கே &lt;br /&gt;சொல்லடி சிவசக்தி - நிலச் &lt;br /&gt;சுமையென வாழ்ந்திடப் புரிகுவையோ (நல்லதோர்)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;விசையுருப் பந்தினைப் போல் - உள்ளம் &lt;br /&gt;வேண்டியபடி செய்யும் உடல் கேட்டேன் &lt;br /&gt;நசையறு மனம் கேட்டேன் - நித்தம் &lt;br /&gt;நவமெனச் சுடர் தரும் உயிர் கேட்டேன் ...உயிர் கேட்டேன் ...உயிர் கேட்டேன் &lt;br /&gt;தசையினைத் தீச்சுடினும் - சிவ&lt;br /&gt;சக்தியைப் பாடும் நல்லகம் கேட்டேன் &lt;br /&gt;அசைவுறு மதி கேட்டேன் - இவை &lt;br /&gt;அருள்வதில் உனக்கேதும் தடையுளதோ (2)(நல்லதோர்)&lt;br /&gt;--மகாகவி சுப்ரமணிய பாரதி&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Transliteration)&lt;br /&gt;Nalladhore Veenai seydhaey - adhai&lt;br /&gt;Nalamkeda puzhudhiyil Erivadhundo(Nalladhore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solladi Sivasakthi - enai&lt;br /&gt;Sudarmigum arivudan padaitthuvittaay&lt;br /&gt;Vallamai thaaraayo - indha &lt;br /&gt;maanilam payanura vaazhvadharkae&lt;br /&gt;solladi sivasakthi - Nila&lt;br /&gt;Chumaiyena vaazndhida puriguvaiyo(Nalladhore)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visaiyaru pandhinaippOl - ullam&lt;br /&gt;vEndiyabadi seyyum udal kEattaen&lt;br /&gt;Nasaiyaru manam keattaen - Nittham&lt;br /&gt;Navamena sudar tharum uyir keattaen ..uyir keattaen...uyir keattaen&lt;br /&gt;thasaiyinai theecchudinum - siva &lt;br /&gt;sakthiyaip paadum nal akam keattaen&lt;br /&gt;asaivaru madhi keattaen - ivai &lt;br /&gt;arulvadhil unakkEdhum thadaiyuladhO(Nalladhore)&lt;br /&gt;--Mahakavi Subramanya Bharathi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Translation) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am always weary of translations because i am always afraid that i would kill the soul of the original with my scratchy liguistic skills.This is the case even when i try to translate my own work.So when i think about translating the work of the Mahakavi himself,you can understand my mindset.But i want to do this so that non-Tamils can get a glimpse of the spirit of this great man's words and his thoughts which i admire so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will Anybody make a divine beautiful veena,Only to throw it in the dust in the end?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Sivasakthi!! You are the one who created me with such vibrant intellect.&lt;br /&gt;Give me the strength to use this and live for the betterment of this society&lt;br /&gt;Tell me Sivasakthi!!Will I be yet another useless burden to this soil?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like a ball in motion,i ask for my body to set into action to the orders of my heart&lt;br /&gt;I ask for a mind without laziness&lt;br /&gt;I ask for a soul that radiates wisdom all day,everyday&lt;br /&gt;I ask for a mind that sings your glory even if my flesh is burnt with fire&lt;br /&gt;I ask for a stable heart&lt;br /&gt;What stops you from blessing me these basic requests?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Nalladhore Veenai seydhey" is a very famous verse from Bharathi used in many occasions to bring out the feeling of wasted potential. In fact i came across an article about Vinod Kambli when i was googling with these words.I think that gives a nice idea abt the effect of this poem in the mind of tamils.&lt;br /&gt;In this poem,the poet laments about his inability to realise his potential and to be useful for his society.One can promptly identify with the situation when we know we got the potential but just not enough to make a change.The poet has been beautifully able to bring out that frustration and guilt for not being the best one can be.The limitations can be many but the primary cause is the lack of resolve and discipline that plagues one too many.&lt;br /&gt;The poem springs up in my memory many a times and the beauty of tamil and the word usage makes an indelible mark in my minds.I think the poem needs to be read in the original language to appreciate the nuances and spirit fully.&lt;br /&gt;The poem has been sung with music in many tamil films whenever the situation of "wasted potential" comes into picture.Be it in love,career,or life itself.The song can also be found in the movie made on the great man(A must watch for all india/tamil/literature/philanthrophy lovers).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Got the lyrics from here&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8108962669395587032?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8108962669395587032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8108962669395587032' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8108962669395587032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8108962669395587032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/03/nalladhore-veenai-seydhaey-wasted.html' title='நல்லதோர் வீணை செய்தே - Nalladhore Veenai seydhaey (Wasted potential - poem and translation)'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-7737407701181007134</id><published>2009-02-15T14:18:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2009-02-15T14:37:02.684+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='central'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oochappan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chennai'/><title type='text'>A Visit to CENTRAL PRISON CHENNAI-3</title><content type='html'>The below writeup is from Henk,popularly known as &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/people/oochappan/"&gt;Oochappan &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;in photography circles.&lt;br /&gt;Henk is a belgian national,who first came to india in 1987. He fell in love with the place so much that every yearfor 3-4 months, he comes to india and spends time taking pictures mainly in &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oochappan/collections/72157605442979590/"&gt;tamilnadu &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oochappan/collections/72157605557501427/"&gt;madurai&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.I have seen some of the best pictures of tamilnadu through his lenses.His pictures bring out the life and laughters of this place so beautifully.His &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/oochappan/sets/72157594276916152/"&gt;Jallikkattu &lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;photos are a benchmark for quite a few and his photos have served as a huge source of inspiration and motivation for me particularly due to my area of interest in photography.&lt;br /&gt;The writeup below was written by him during one of his visits to the chennai central jail while it was functioning.&lt;br /&gt;As you might know the jail has been marked for demolition now and the place will be used for the metro rail and other development activities.&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Visit to CENTRAL PRISON      CHENNAI-3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;January 1998&lt;br /&gt;Report by oochappan &lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A registered letter of recommendation had announced my arrival. So now I am standing before the main gate of the prison of Madras. The city of Madras, nowadays so called Chennai is with a population of four million habitants the fourth biggest city of India. The prison itself is situated in the centre of the city between the rails of an enormous station-shunting-yard on an enclosure of 13,46 hectare. The building dated from 1837 was inaugurated as a sub jail and grown nowadays into a capacity of 1419 prisoners.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A yellow rickshaw had dropped me at the railway bridge from where a concrete road turned downwards to an open ground yard in front of the main gate. Lucky I had a copy of that registered letter with me that leaded me through two check posts and along queues of waiting visitors. Some were there already from 5 o’clock in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the ground yard suffused with hot sunlight there were about ten transfer-vans with their drivers in light-coloured uniform waiting for the next convoy to the high-court. A soldier armed with a bayonet was guarding the main-gate. With the so familiar sound of jingling keys a guard appeared through a small door of the main gate. He was dressed in full state, a red coloured feather on his cap and white tassels on his socks under plus-fours. Yes, they still honour typical English traditions over here. On paper I had to write again my request and with my international driving-license he vanished again behind that small door. In the meanwhile policemen were bringing in two more clients. After they were stripped to skin in the wide open, they were escorted into the prison with their clothes under their arms. Ten o’clock and &lt;br /&gt;26 ºC… the green transfer-vans were dancing in the quivering hot sunlight reflected by the light-coloured sand. I was standing in the shadow of the only tree given some respite. The tassel-man returned, offered me a cigarette and told me to wait. Startled and offering his apologies, he dumped quickly his cigarette hearing that I was a ‘senior officer’. Indeed here in Tamil Nadu you still pay respect for your superiors even your own elder brother by not smoking in their presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally it got so far. The ‘Superintendent’ invited me for an interview. Hop, through that small door inside. The chillness of the half-dark inner-hall felt refreshing. The prisoners going to court were registered here, one by one, handcuffed and drained away to a waiting-room. By a large stairway leading to the second floor above the hall, we reached his office, looking out over the shaded inner-court. A sturdy, well groomed, in summer-shirt dressed man of forty invited me to a delicious hot cup of tea. Left besides him some monitors showing the inner hall, the surroundings, and the visiting-room and on the right a big ventilator in front of the plan of the prison, hanging against the wall. The prison was a rectangular building with only one entrance. Through the administration-block you reached the cellular-block consisting out of ten units each with an inner-court as big as a football-field, a big kitchen, the carpentry, the wood-storehouse, a workshop for sealing wax and the hospital entirely surrounded by a fire-break-corridor with high walls. The bleached colour of the plan betrayed the authenticity of this document.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am also responsible for the eight sub jails here in Chennai “addressing himself towards me shoving aside his last file. “ This prison in fact is a house of custody; as soon as they are convicted they go to prisons outside Madras”. Here he had to run things with only 150 guards for an overpopulation of 2000 prisoners. The visitors are allowed here to bring food for the prisoners. There were some plans to build a second gate special for the daily transfers to the high-court………..&lt;br /&gt;And if I wanted an official visit, he would pass my request on to the governor, but a semi-official visit was also possible. I opted for this last proposal. Also he promised me to bring some official documents about the prison on my next appointment. So we fixed the date that he would have more time. And with a respectful ‘poite wareen’ I left with the feeling I had made my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks after the superintendent was in full uniform because he had some high visit: the inspector! Both of them were wearing all their badges like colourful pictograms competing to each other. Being rather busy he redirected me to his assistant deputy. This one fired a series of questions to me, assisted by the psychologist as an interpreter. And as it suites to each Tamil he started with the familiar ‘What’s your name, your country, your salary …?’&lt;br /&gt;So I learned that his salary of around ten thousand rupees was not so bad if you multiply it by seven, the difference of life standard to my country. Informing about the working system in our prison, the psychologist wrote this accurately in his notebook. He appointed a guard to accompany me to the cellular blocks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the main-gate, we arrived at a small shaded inner court of the administrative section. In the right corner prisoners were shouting at their visiting family members through a double-meshed grille. Once in fourteen days, they can visit their imprisoned-relatives. A decent control on the visitors is non-existing since most of them even got an identity-card. &lt;br /&gt;The second gate led to a large sandy square with a few trees. There was no escape from the hot burning sun anymore. Next to the guarded gate there was the prison dress changing room. New clients were here also provided with a straw sleeping mat and a pillow filled with coco-fibre. No prison clothes: non-convicted has to wear their civil clothes. Compared to city of Madras the square looked amazingly clean. Minors had to maintain this, informed my accompanist in broken English. And the minors resided in the block at the right of the square on the first floor. In the right corner there was a section exclusive for the foreigners. Crossing the square to the kitchen, some prisoners were strolling here and there. They were allowed to walk around freely in their block from 6 in the morning till 8 at night, and then they were locked up in their cells. As the only white man, I attracted a lot of attention. With their black mugs and white glistering eyes they stared at me. Most of them were wearing a traditional lungi, a loin-cloth in variegated Madras-design and walked in bare feet in the hot burning sand. Their black skin glimmered as silk in the sun. &lt;br /&gt;In the centre of the kitchen a huge steam-boiler was held under pressure with firewood day and night like it was to going to explode at any moment. Rusty pipes connected big hinging steam kettles to it. In it they steamed the Tamarind-rice, the base of all South-Indian dishes together with dal, a sort of soup cooked from vegetables, spices and a lot of chilly peppers. The cooked rice was brought to another hall, turned over on big tables and pressed into a bowl, the size of one portion of a person. A swift English talking prisoner working here as a cook told me he earned six rupees a day the price of six cigarettes. Gladly he took over the task of my accompanying-guard as an interpreter and he was allowed to let rest his work for a while. As soon as we left the kitchen, hasty he explained that he was imprisoned innocent… where did I hear that before…aren’t we all ? On the other hand Madras-police is feared. Recently a newspaper article mentioned two dead bodies of fourteen-year-old boys dumped at a river after two weeks of detention in the police-quarters!&lt;br /&gt;The Tamil-language was the main course in the prison school for fifty percent of the population, still illiterate. The dreary hospital situated on the first floor of another building sheltered only four patients in a sick-ward of twenty-two beds. About two hundred and three patients were lodged in hospitals outside the prison like the nurse told me. Those were of course in a far more bad shape mentally or physically.&lt;br /&gt;Finally we went to one of the blocks of the so-called dangerous criminals. Behind the grille we reached a vast rectangular square surrounded by all the cells in two floors. Each cell housed usually three accused. The cells were rather obscure. The straw sleeping mats were unrolled on the ground, next to it one bucket and their personal belongings were all spread on the rest of the floor. No trace of a table or a chair cause the life of an average Tamilien takes place on the ground, here a concrete one. At least it was chilly, so most of the prisoners preferred to chat with their fellow-prisoners in their cool cells. On one side of the square they could find some relief in all the latrines. The whole bloc counted about two hundred prisoners guarded by one warder standing in the shadow of the only tree with a bamboo stick under the arm. Against all odds the atmosphere seemed rather calm and peacefully. Recalling the superintended that murder was the prime rate of crime it didn’t show here in the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We concluded our tour by the fire-break-corridor following the outside walls. On top of these walls high-tension cables had to prevent any escape at night. At the same time these corridors gathered all the open sewer-pipes and that you could tell by the dreadful smell hanging here. In the shadow of the corners a ward standing there all day controlled the corridor. Almost no attempts to escape were made here, last year even none! Reaching the entrance I gave the cook-interpreter my last two cigarettes by the approval of my accompanied-guard. Others hold out hands were whistled back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back into the noisy and smelly turmoil of Madras an ox-carriage held up all traffic, tired of climbing up the bridge in the hot burning sun. The top of my head was sunburned…….&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS : You can catch some of my photos of central jail &lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/seeveeaar/tags/chennaicentraljail/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-7737407701181007134?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/7737407701181007134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=7737407701181007134' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7737407701181007134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7737407701181007134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/02/visit-to-central-prison-chennai-3.html' title='A Visit to CENTRAL PRISON CHENNAI-3'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4801781788968568003</id><published>2009-01-19T19:37:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-19T19:37:41.246+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hindi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ARR'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='delhi 6'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rahman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Delhi - 6 short and crisp music review</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Maula:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rahman never fails to stamp his mark on sufi numbers!! This one is another feather on his cap!! The voice and music beautifully creates the mood in this one...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Delhi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;hai meri yaar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure this will be lapped up BIG time by generation X,Y etc etc.And this song will be running in the background when there is a report on Delhi shown onTV.Rahman has presented a "Madras-a sutthi paaka poraen" for Delhi which will serve the great city for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Dil gira kahi par,dafatan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its one of those songs which silences everything else when you start listening to it.when you walk in the streets with this song on your headphones,you will feel as if you are an observer and the world around is functioning in a different plane/dimension.The song has an incredible calming effect on my mind.Sounds a bit like i have listened to it somewhere ,probably as a BGM in some japanese or chinese movie,but very soon i stop investigating and surrender to the mesmerising tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Genda phool&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beautiful folk number which nicely builds up starting with a traditional and non-chalant voice.I have never been short of amazement on Rahman's ability to churn out traditional folk numbers without the rustiness of an outsider.It always sounds like as if he has been born and brought up with the sounds of those music.Be it sufi,punjabi or carnatic and even pettai rap.A beautiful piece of music that gives a very neat introduction to any outsider about Rajasthani folk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Kaala Bundher&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A foot tapping number easily gets into your mind and gets you dancing even as the simple rap coupled with techno beats makes you forget about the world around you.This will be another one of those songs which be an instant favourite among the younger generation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Masakkali&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;Very light and informal sounding song.One that you can expect people to sing with zeal after having their round of dharu.A jolly and upbeat one that your lips will murmur while on higher spirits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Rehna Tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;This is one of those unique Rahman numbers which might sound slow and uninteresting in the begining and might require some time to set in.But a perfect number to listen when you are alone ,be it working in the kitchen or cleaning the living room or just lying back with your eyes closed .One of those songs,which you will never forget after it manages to break in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Aarti Tumre Bhavan Mein&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More like a bhajan.Not as extensive as "Man mohana" from Jodha Akbar or "Oh paavan hare" from lagaan.This seems to be a smaller piece ,more like a BGM.Soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Bhor bhaye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An out and out hindustani piece.The female voice is really sweet and very enjoyable for melody fans like me.I am sure this will be a real treat to all classical music lovers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Zarrae zarrae.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;More like a recital from Amitabh.Such an enchanting voice he has,but this aint any song..so..dunno what else to write..&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4801781788968568003?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4801781788968568003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4801781788968568003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4801781788968568003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4801781788968568003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/01/delhi-6-short-and-crisp-music-review.html' title='Delhi - 6 short and crisp music review'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8241591872615765036</id><published>2009-01-05T19:46:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2009-01-05T19:47:55.467+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='comparison'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tamil'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ghajini'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hinfi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='movie'/><title type='text'>Hindi Ghajini,what i felt- beware of spoilers</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Watched Gajini (Hindi) with some blogger(external) friends yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;There are various categories of movies.There are movies that are intelligently and meticulously made and calmly pulls the viewer into the movie with story telling(Forrest gump,Shawshank redemption,Crash,Anjadhey,RDB,&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Lage raho types).And there are the ones,masala movies that makes all the noise and pomp and shouts out "Iam entertaining you” all through the movie.Interestingly,such movies rarely gives me any entertainment.I know its solely a taste related thingie and there is nothing right or wrong about it.Its just me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say Gajini is of the second type.Having seen the tamil version when it was released,the suspense factor which this movie heavily banks on, fails to work with me.&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure the first time watcher will be glued to the seat by the various twists and turns that is offered by the script of this movie that will make it an interesting watch,as it did with me,when i watched it the first time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Having known the story,there was I was just duration waiting for the movie to finish. All the noise and action left me with a headache which I usually get after watching such "entertainers". The last time i got such a headache was when i watched "Shivaji",though the latest was a lot lesser in intensity. The "Shivaji" record is a tough one to beat.&lt;br /&gt;Here are some of the thoughts in my mind about the movie...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="" name="11ea54bac19443aa_cutid1" style="color: #114170;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really really loved "Suttum vizhi sudarae" and "Oru maalai ila veyil neram" .They were PERFECT for the movie and the picturisation/editing were top class.For someone who listens and appreciates the lyrics of a song,those two songs were a real treat.For example there will be a line in the song "Suttum vizhi sudarae"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;"கருப்பு வெள்ளை பூக்கள் உண்டா&lt;br /&gt;உன் கண்ணில் நான் கண்டேன் ,உன் கண்கள்&lt;br /&gt;வண்டை உன்னும் பூக்கள் என்பேன்&lt;br /&gt;உன் கண்கள்&lt;br /&gt;வண்டை உன்னும் பூக்கள் என்பேன் "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;karuppu vellai,pookkal unda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Un kannil naan kandaen,un kangal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Vandai unnum pookkal enbaen,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span lang="FR" style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Un kangal , vandai unnum pookkal enbaen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Means&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Are there any black and white flowers?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I have seen them in your eyes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;And these flowers tame the bees(rather than bees being the master)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;(really crude translation by yours truly!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I so loved this line that I said “aaha” with my arms extended,forgetting that iam in movie theater with my team mates all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Comparatively the ones in hindi don’t make much of an impact(I was humming “Guzarish” late into the night though).I got to admit that most of the songs from Rahman don’t make much of an impact into me when I hear it for the first time but when it doesn’t stick onto you while watching the movie,its purpose is lost from a movie point of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;They have changed the “Rangola” song with some slow moving song which fits the plot a lot better.Another song I really hated in the tamil version was “X machi”.It was downright unbearable.Thankfully there is some other bearable one in hindi version&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Actors:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I personally liked Surya more than Aamir in this role.I think Aamir concentrated more on the menacing look part but Surya’s performance was well rounded. He wins hands down in the romantic interlude.While aamir looks more matured and sauve,Surya had looked more confused in “short term memory loss” stages,which suited the role perfectly.I think this lack of mature look worked well for surya in the romantic stint too,in this movie. I think age plays the spoilsport here.Aamir’s mature mannerism was perfect for his roles in TZP,RDB etc but not for this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Asin looks pretty as ever.I felt she looked just a little leaner(you might note that in the double decker bus seen) but a tad older(obviously..).Her playful antics about how Sanjay fell in love with her were a little irritating for my taste(may be more so because I was watching it for the second time).I generally don’t like such goofy girl characters(Bommarilu Genelia character for instance).Otherwise she plays her part aptly as per the script. The characterization is perfect and I am sure people will feel bad when she dies, which is exactly what the director wants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Another guy who gets carried over from the tamil version is the villain.I personally liked his screen presence in the tamil version and he performs the role of the mean villain character quite well. The stature decreases a little when he is seen hiding from Gajini in the climax(that is not there in the tamil version).There is just one villain instead of the twins characterization in the tamil version.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Nayanthara’s character is done by more suitable cast. In tamil version Nayanthara was unseeable.She was too fat and was made to run all over the place ,come rain or shine.In hindi version,when Jiah khan runs,its perfectly normal(which is a major major relief).And there are no comedy scenes like the entire factory chasing her or stuff like that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The role does not take far too much of attention and fits the script a lot more succinctly. The girl is pretty neat too and reminded me of Tamanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;The climax:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The climax is a lot more complete than the tamil version.In the tamil Gajini,when the movie ends I was like…”ok…so…??? I mean..what the…”.But in the hindi version the director has tried to give a logical end to the story with a mushy twist,which doesn’t appeal to me much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Personally I would have liked it if Gajini had died in the end.His purpose is done and he is gone..that would have been poetic..any takers??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;He does not have any love interest too,so what the hell is he doing anyway?? :P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Direction and technical team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The biggest plus of this movie is the technical team. Murugadoss does a really neat job with the script.I really loved the way he has maintained the thrill when Asin is hunted to be killed. That’s the highest point in the movie according to me and the mood is perfectly brought out.The story&amp;nbsp; does not slack too much anywhere and for a first time viewer the various twists and turns are sure to keep him hooked to the seat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;The camera needs special mention too.There were a quite a few scenes when I really wanted to appreciate the camera man Ravi. K .Chandran. The sequence when Aamir kills his first enemy in the movie and how the lapse of time is shown beautifully without changing the shot. And in the end when Aamir walks through the narrow lanes,beating up the baddies,he is seen to be catching hold of a guy’s neck before hitting him down.That scene is shown with the victim’s point of view and has been done beautifully.There are many other moments like that.The camera was quite dynamic all through the movie(meaning:many handheld shots&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) and was really rich in the songs. The location for “Guzarish” was breathtaking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Needless to say Anthony (editing)was super cool and all the camera work wouldn’t count to much if it weren’t for his editing.I think tamil movies followers wouldn’t be too surprised as they are well aware of his abilities..&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;Surely a must watch if you haven’t seen tamil Ghajini. If you had already watched tamil Ghajini, and if you are the one with similar tastes as mine and who is choosy about watching his/her movies,then you wont mind missing this one all that much…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;PS : Already the article is too big,so lemme stop here&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8241591872615765036?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8241591872615765036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8241591872615765036' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8241591872615765036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8241591872615765036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2009/01/hindi-ghajiniwhat-i-felt-beware-of.html' title='Hindi Ghajini,what i felt- beware of spoilers'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-60555053662333198</id><published>2008-12-13T20:50:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-13T20:51:32.781+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='short short stories'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stories'/><title type='text'>Short short stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px; "&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 3pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;I have always wanted write these really short and subtle stories that can be interpreted differently by different people.Also it can bring out a lot of stuff as you start thinking about it.It cuts out the crap and presents the message in a crisp and uniquely enjoyable fashion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-weight: bold; "&gt;The pain of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;"I cant believe you are falling for that man...I mean...not THAT man...but any MAN",Sunitha sounded very frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;"I am in love dear",Monica smiled at her room mate,picked up her bag and walked down the street to meet her beloved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are so stupid",Sunitha spoke at the reflecting door,long after monica had left the room.Then she broke down and started crying as his smiling face started another wave of pain in her heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: dotted; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 3pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;What I had thought was..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunitha had had a love failure because of which she is disillusioned with men and love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That disappointment had converted into hatred towards men…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another interpretation is that sunitha is outwardly ultra modern types and doesn’t like men and all but deep inside she nourishes love for the guy and hasn’t expressed it to anyone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her disappointment boils out as anger mixed with feminist views when she learns that her room mate is in love with the same guy!!&lt;br /&gt;These were what I had thought while writing the story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was interesting to note that there were several interpretations ranging from lesbian to transgender POVs to this one..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; color: black; font-weight: bold; "&gt;Best understood&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;"We never spoke or met each other after that", he finished his sincere narration of his love failure.She had been patiently listening to him ,wrapped in his arms on the decorated bed, on the first night as man and wife. There was silence for some time as she felt his grip tighten around her just a little bit. She felt it oddly comforting...&lt;br /&gt;"Its ok dear!! Dont worry about it..Now you have got me.." she held on to his hand and kissed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"So ...whats your story??", he tried to get back to lighter moods with a playful jerk.&lt;br /&gt;"Me???No Chance...You have no idea how strict my mom is...I never even used to talk to guys during college days" , she giggled,trying really hard to fight back the lone tear that was threatening to spurt out of her eye and making sure that the lump in her throat is not picked up by him...&lt;br /&gt;He tightened his grip around her even more,gently kissed on her head and merely smiled.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;As many of you might have understood,the lady also has a love failure in her life which she chooses not to tell him due to various reasons.&lt;br /&gt;The husband understands that. He decides not to push her and leave it to her choice.But he also comforts her for her pain.There is a unspoken understanding between the guy and his wife even though no word is directly spoken about it.&lt;br /&gt;Also the the extent of each one's love and the past is kept in dark so that the reader can imagine that to his/her choice.. :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-width: 1pt; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;p style="border-top-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-bottom-style: none; border-left-style: none; border-width: initial; border-color: initial; padding-top: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; "&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; font-family: Georgia; "&gt;There is also a subtle message in this story about the pressures and thinkings of a lady before being entirely truthful about her past(even though the husband is very friendly and loving) and tries to get the reader thinking on those points..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-60555053662333198?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/60555053662333198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=60555053662333198' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/60555053662333198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/60555053662333198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/12/short-short-stories.html' title='Short short stories'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-7703571268141706418</id><published>2008-12-11T21:18:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-11T21:20:49.656+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bharathi'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bharathiar'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Bharathiar's birthday today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="#F0F0F0" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: #f0f0f0; background-image: initial; background-position: initial initial; background-repeat: initial; width: 100%;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="padding-bottom: 7.5pt; padding-left: 7.5pt; padding-right: 7.5pt; padding-top: 7.5pt; width: 100%;" valign="top" width="100%"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;I am a&amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;HUGE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;fan of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bharathiyar" target="_blank"&gt;this guy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;img align="center" border="0" height="538" src="http://mail.google.com/mail/?ui=2&amp;amp;ik=7cc59bae31&amp;amp;view=att&amp;amp;th=11e26351e790e438&amp;amp;attid=0.3&amp;amp;disp=emb&amp;amp;zw" width="360" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And today is his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have tried translating one of his poems which has been my motivation and inspiration. I am sure you wouldnt be able to appreciate the nuances of the word usage and stuff when you read the english translation (that too by me :-|) But i just felt i should share this with my fellow infoscions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Original:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;தேடி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;சோறு&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;நிதம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;தின்று&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பல&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;சின்னஞ்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;சிறுகதைகள்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பேசி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;மனம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;வாட&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;துன்பமிக&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;வுழன்று&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பிறர்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;வாட&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பல&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;செயல்கள்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;செய்து&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;நரை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;கூடி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;கிழப்பருவ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;மெய்தி&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;கொடுங்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;கூற்றுக்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;கிரையெனப்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பின்மாயும்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பல&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;வேடிக்கை&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;மனிதரைப்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;போல&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;-&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;நான்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;வீழ்வே&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;னென்றுநினைத்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;தாயோ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transliteration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ThEdicchoru nidhanthindru - pala&lt;br /&gt;chinnanjirukadhaigal pEsi - manam&lt;br /&gt;vaada thunbamiga uzhanru - pirar&lt;br /&gt;vaada pala seyalgal seythu - narai&lt;br /&gt;koodi kizhapparuvam eydhi -&lt;br /&gt;kodungkootrukkirayena pin maayum - pala&lt;br /&gt;vEdikkai manidharaippOla - naan&lt;br /&gt;vIzvEn enRu ninaithaayO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My translation :&lt;br /&gt;Running around for the daily food,&lt;br /&gt;Chatting along into petty gossips,&lt;br /&gt;sufferring with the problems of this life&lt;br /&gt;and tormenting others with deeds of his own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aging away like all others&lt;br /&gt;and falling meek for this drama in the end&lt;br /&gt;Like the above comedy characters,you think i would fall away too???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gives me goose bumps no matter how many times i read this!!&lt;br /&gt;Its LOT more enjoyable when read in tamil!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sorry for all those who cant read tamil :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-7703571268141706418?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/7703571268141706418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=7703571268141706418' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7703571268141706418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7703571268141706418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/12/bharathiars-birthday-today.html' title='Bharathiar&apos;s birthday today'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-6861676802328250305</id><published>2008-12-08T20:25:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-12-08T20:26:32.999+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photography'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photographer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='article'/><title type='text'>The two stages in photography</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia; font-size: 12pt;"&gt;According to me there are roughly 2 stages in photographing something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first stage is when you recognise that something is worthy enough to be photographed. This is a very precious and unique skill that helps setting a photographer apart from the bunch. The ability to pick up an interesting subject from the loads of scenes that hits one's eye .Many a times we see folks presenting something very mundane and plain as an interesting piece of art.Its all possible because he/she was able to see an interesting photograph in that scene even before he/she decided to shoot.&lt;br /&gt;Then comes the most crucial phase.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second stage of the activity.This is when you try to look at the scene in your perspective. Every person is unique and special and his/her way of looking at things is shaped by the experiences,mindsets,grooming and attitudes of that person. And the way a person looks at a scene differs due to that. In this stage a photographer tries to appreciate the beauty of the scene he/she is seeing and tries various ways of looking at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will it look if i kneel down a bit,how about stepping up a little?? How will the light change if walk a few paces to my side...etc etc..There are a hundred million ways of looking at a thing...&lt;br /&gt;Its fun....This is the phase i enjoy the most.Its this phase when a photographer totally forgets everything,and is totally immersed in the nuances of the art.This is the phase when a photographer's style is stamped onto the picture and decides how much it is different from a cliched version of the scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a lot days to realise this.When i started with my hobby,my primary aim was to share the beauty i see in this world. Photography was an effort for me to capture something,show it to my friends and say"Look at this..this is how beautiful it was..this is how special it was...&lt;br /&gt;Something on the lines of "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;யாம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பெற்ற&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;இன்பம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;பெருக&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: TSCu_Paranar;"&gt;இவ்வையகம்&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;" (Whate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia;"&gt;ver i enjoy,let the world enjoy it too). So i didnt want to miss the moment. I was afraid that if i dont capture it i will never get a chance to capture something so i never gave too much of a thought before clicking.As a result i ended up with far too many of pictures which i couldnt show to anyone let alone the fellow enthusiasts who expect something special.It was too normal...It was too unprofessional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was no "me" in them.They were pictures which "anybody" could have taken...But ever since this realisation hit me,the ..my photography experience has been more fulfilling and enriching.&lt;br /&gt;Though i couldnt claim to have learnt even 1% of the tricks of this beautiful art,i felt like putting this thought of mine in words so that somebody might find it useful..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep clicking!! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-6861676802328250305?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/6861676802328250305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=6861676802328250305' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6861676802328250305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6861676802328250305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/12/two-stages-in-photography.html' title='The two stages in photography'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4179739502463242357</id><published>2008-11-18T22:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-11-18T22:07:09.630+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='restroom'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='idea'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='india'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='society'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sanitation'/><title type='text'>The Restroom chain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Just recording a thought...&lt;br /&gt;******************************&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;I think privatised restroom chains will be really good idea to implement.&lt;br /&gt;Iam sure most of the upper middle class will gladly pay a nominal amount(I will) to have clean and decent restrooms in places they frequent(Pondy bazaar,MG road kinda places).Iam sure this will be a major relief for ladies and they will be more welcoming about such an idea.One can buy cards with which they can use any of these restroom outlets opened in various parts of the cities.&lt;br /&gt;Currently you never find any "usable" restrooms in public places.People either have to control their urge to relieve or find a corner...Such outlets can be made mandatory in major railway stations,bus stations etc&lt;br /&gt;With enough marketing and advertising coupled with an aggressive awareness campaign this project can be a grand success , provided this is rolled out on a mass scale with enough coverage on all important places.&lt;br /&gt;This idea will have a dual benefit to the country. This will be a very nice business oppurtunity for the big corporates(I am sure guys like Reliance will lap it up) ,also this will this will bring in much needed hygiene and sanitation in the streets of our country.&lt;br /&gt;I can think of another positive outcome out of this idea.Once the this business is carried out on a professional scale,the job of maintaining restrooms will no longer be considered as menial.Iam sure that the perception towards the sanitation workers improved after the advent of uniform clad workers of ONYX...&lt;br /&gt;Just a thought..&lt;br /&gt;Your views please :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I HATE to see people pissing in public!!! I get to see that quite a lot during my commute to office and i cant tell how much it disgusts me :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4179739502463242357?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4179739502463242357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4179739502463242357' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4179739502463242357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4179739502463242357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/11/restroom-chain.html' title='The Restroom chain'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-1083976041790008166</id><published>2008-09-09T19:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-09T19:42:48.741+05:30</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cern'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='large'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='collider'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hadron'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='big bang'/><title type='text'>Large Haldron collider.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is it??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unscientifically put its a setup for a experiment where protons shall and passed and made to collide at very very high speed generating conditions mimicking the early "second" after the bing bang(phew)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Where is it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LHC was built by the European Organization for Nuclear Research (CERN), and lies under the Franco-Swiss border near Geneva, Switzerland.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cost?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The collider, 14 years and $8 billion in the making, is the most expensive scientific experiment to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;To experiment what??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At stake is a suite of theories called the Standard Model, which explains all of particle physics to date, but which breaks down at the conditions that existed in the earliest moments of the universe. The new collider will eventually reach temperatures and energies equivalent to those at a trillionth of a second after the Big Bang. There are many theories about what will happen, including the emergence of a particle known as the Higgs boson, which is hypothesized to endow other particles with mass, or the identity of the mysterious dark matter that provides the invisible scaffolding of galaxies and the cosmos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;So whats the big deal?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There has been predictions and concerns raised from many quarters that this experiment shall accidentally cause mini blackholes which could spell the end of the world..(now...thats interesting :D)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are someone like me whose eyes widen at the sight of black holes,dark matter and stuff I am sure you would want to know about this...so just wanted to share ..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;Also check out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7543089.stm"&gt;http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/science/nature/7543089.stm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/bigbang/experiment.shtml"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/radio4/bigbang/experiment.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: Georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;References;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/09/09/science/09collide.html?ref=science" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.nytimes.com/2008/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;09/09/science/09collide.html?&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;ref=science&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Large_Hadron_Collider" style="color: #0000cc;" target="_blank"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;Large_Hadron_Collider&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-1083976041790008166?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/1083976041790008166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=1083976041790008166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1083976041790008166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1083976041790008166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/09/large-haldron-collider.html' title='Large Haldron collider.'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2211752038513049770</id><published>2008-08-17T20:03:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:01:26.612+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Its all about people</title><content type='html'>The system is a double edged sword.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one hand it ensures orderliness and sustenance of civilisation, on the other hand it becomes the root cause of evils, obsctructor of justice and tool for destruction and pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;System can be an idea or an institution,a principle or a belief.It can be anything from religions, nations,casteism,atheism,grammar,language,deadlines and other social setups right upto calendars ,traffic system to dresscodes.&lt;br /&gt;And we identify ourselves to a convenient shade of grey and start siding to groups and fighting...&lt;br /&gt;The issue is when people lose focus of the purpose of the system and the system rises above the spirit with which the system was put in place.&lt;br /&gt;People fought wars for hundreds of years for a variety of these systems and created more and more systems to "solve" the problems created by these systems....more systems,more problems,more confusions.&lt;br /&gt;On one hand , system ensures that the common man gets his basic needs covered like food,security and peaceful living and on the other hand its the very system that is the cause of majority of human beings not getting these basic amenities.&lt;br /&gt;The issue is when people forget the very basic reason ,the systems are formed.&lt;br /&gt;Its all about people.&lt;br /&gt;This is being forgotten by those who blindly follow the system and vehemently oppose any deviation from the conformance even if it defeats the whole purpose.But the most funny aspect is the case of those who oppose certain systems ,complaining that it results in pain and injustice to mankind.These people forget why they oppose the system and stick to the opposition ,forgetting the basic principle to their stand.&lt;br /&gt;Its all about people....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One fine morning as i was travelling to my office in the local train ...i was wondering.. Is it possible for the human race to thrive and live without a system or atleast to live with a system without problems?? problems created and manifested by the very tools that were envisioned to ensure peaceful and happy living of fellow human beings.&lt;br /&gt;Not until human beings realise one simple universal truth...&lt;br /&gt;Its all about people&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2211752038513049770?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2211752038513049770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2211752038513049770' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2211752038513049770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2211752038513049770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/08/its-all-about-people.html' title='Its all about people'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-6072564522236803953</id><published>2008-06-29T17:22:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:49:40.593+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual but not religious</title><content type='html'>We have heard it from people and we have seen it in people's profiles.&lt;br /&gt;But what does it really mean???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my friends asked me this question,because Iam one of those guys who likes to be known as "spiritual but not religious" types...&lt;br /&gt;What followed were my efforts to encapsulate my understandings of this phrase into the constrained spaces of Gtalk box.&lt;br /&gt;As i was rambling on,the friend suggested that I should probably blog this.&lt;br /&gt;And so here goes...&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Spiritual but not religious means not subscribing to something just because its professed in a religion&lt;br /&gt;or not stopping with a religion to explore the divine connection&lt;br /&gt;,to seek out the ideals of spirituality outside the limits of my religion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be non - religious means to do something&lt;br /&gt;or to refrain from something&lt;br /&gt;not because God will be angry with me for doing so.&lt;br /&gt;It is to choose to do something,because i like to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is not to pray for favours but to identify a relationship with a supreme being&lt;br /&gt;higher than a master slave relationship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is to question about God,analyse and to have the right to accept or reject.&lt;br /&gt;To do things that will be regarded as blasphemy by religion, just because they don't conform to set practices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To interact with God outside religion&lt;br /&gt;To engage with humanity and to love and care for humans outside religion&lt;br /&gt;and its guidelines and rules.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is the freedom to choose.To take the responsibility to imbibe discipline to oneself and to strive to become a better human being within our limitations ,rather than depending on a holy book or holy man/organisation for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be spiritual is to realise and  practice the purpose of religion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-6072564522236803953?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/6072564522236803953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=6072564522236803953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6072564522236803953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6072564522236803953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/06/spiritual-but-not-religious.html' title='Spiritual but not religious'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2575663072794743238</id><published>2008-06-29T17:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2008-06-29T17:15:08.226+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Purpose of life - random thoughts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;The purpose of life is not to be happy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div link="blue" vlink="purple" lang="EN-US"&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;The purpose of life is to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To live is to be happy, sad, endure, struggle, rejoice, and get angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To live is to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;We all get really depressed when things don't go fine, when we get into things that don't make us "happy". Or into things that we think won't make us happy in the future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;We lament why we are put into such situations and see it as an out of norm occurrence, something which shouldn't have happened but has happened to put us in misery, something of an anomaly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;There in lies the flaw! By understanding that tricky situations are as much a part of life as happy situations we can feel liberated cheerful and can have a more matured and positive outlook on life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Life at best can be explained as opportunities that bring out the best human in you, giving you opportunities to express the ideals within you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To take decisions based on truth, bravery and love.To follow your heart without giving up!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Challenges are the only opportunities which shall let you achieve this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="Ih2E3d"&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;The more testing the situations are, the more fruitful the result is going to be, In establishing your self belief and to understand yourself better and to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sure we can't be all perfect all the time. We have our limitations with respect to love, truth and courage. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;I can't be all loving all the time! I can't donate my entire salary to the empowerment of poor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;I can't be all courageous all the time! And nor I can be all truthful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;But the trick lies in understanding the limits and to try and push them when you feel like doing it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To live life is to be happy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To live is to follow your heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;To struggle, endure, and fight, the opportunities that lead you to do all these……it's all part of life, not just the moments that make you smile end to end.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Most situations can be funny if only we can learn to step back a little and look at it as an outsider. Its worth a try.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;Sure you can derive happiness while doing all of the "non-happy" situation, if we can train our mind to understand that its meant to happen in your life, no matter what life offers you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;One can be happy even if we are in situations that don't make us "happy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;One can be really happy only when you  follow your heart!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2575663072794743238?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2575663072794743238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2575663072794743238' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2575663072794743238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2575663072794743238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2008/06/purpose-of-life-random-thoughts.html' title='Purpose of life - random thoughts'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4753227435707036998</id><published>2007-09-22T03:13:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:19:10.974+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor  post - part IV</title><content type='html'>That evening a friend of our colleague met us in the hotel. The colleague was to join us the next day. Let’s name this friend as A for convenience sake. He was A Sincere Hearted Orderly and Kind gentleman. We went to his apartment to meet my former team mate who has been staying here for the same client. We had a nice time as we exchanged pleasantries and caught up with the lost times. I bought a reliance calling card online through which we can call our contacts in India. For 10 dollars one would get a number and pin using which you can talk upto 78 minutes. Then we went to a place called Bombay groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You got to see that place to believe it!! Once you enter that place you will forget that you are in US. It has all the stuff which you would find in a regular “Food world” or a “Subiksha” outlet all sold in dollars instead of rupees. It even has a video library section where in you can rent in a movie cassette from a decent collection of Hindi, Tamil, Malayalam, Telugu movies. I didn’t note whether it had movies from other languages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to call up my mother that instant and tell her that such a place existed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After stuffing our bags with “Frozen parathas” and “Ready to make Sambhar” mix kind of stuff, we came back to the hotel all in A’s car. I didn’t know that we were to use more of his services in the subsequent days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A very interesting thing to note in US is that the sunlight stays well upto 8-8.30 PM in the evening! It get dark only after that. And also the first light of the dawn breaks out only at 7oclock on the morning! (nobody gets up before that anyway!! Except me of course! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forgot to tell you the time difference between here and Ann Arbor. Ann Arbor falls in Eastern standard time zone which is 9 and half hours behind IST. Which means convert your day to night or vice versa and just add 2 and a half hours. For example if its Monday morning 6.30 AM in Chennai it would be 9PM Sunday night in Ann Arbor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we were to go to the client’s place. We booked a cab (there is no other way) and went to the client’s place!! I was again impressed by the orderliness and ease of traffic. I guessed it would be sometime before I got used to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buildings in US don’t have a ground floor! All buildings start from the first floor! So if you have a 3 storey building you have 4 floors (1,2,3 and 4) instead of ground floor, first, second and third.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening we went to open up a bank account. We were suggested a place near our hotel by the fellow infoscions who had already opened up an account there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SSN is a major headache wherever you go!! SSN or a social security number is the unique number using which each person is identified in the US. They ask for it wherever you go and since you don’t have it as soon as you in US we have to make temporary arrangements with the establishment before it arrives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We gave our passport number as an alternative document and got the account created!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another word which you will get to hear whenever you are going to do any financial dealing, is credit score. In US a credit rating is maintained for individuals based on their history of credit worthiness. In other words it is based on the track record of their ability of the money they had obtained from any financial institution. Since we were new to this country there was not credit score for us so we had to pay a hefty caution deposit to establish our trust worthiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next major arrangement to be done was the accommodation. With the help of the fellow infoscions who were based in that city already we narrowed in to an apartment called Pheasant run. It is a huge campus with around 20 single storeyed structures evenly spaced out with lawns and wide roads. Each of these structures has 8 apartments in it. We get an option of choosing either a single bedroom or a double bedroom apartment. There was a special offer going on wherein one month rent was free if we take a lease for 1 year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And also since we didn’t have any credit score we were pay a hefty caution deposit of $685. The discounted rent came upto $625 and there was a processing fee of $25. But before we could move in we were to arrange for the energy and insurance. There is a company called DTE energy which takes care of the gas and electricity needs of the house. We need to set up an account with them so that our usage can be billed. Even there we had to pay a substantial caution deposit as we didn’t have any social security number.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the insurance. We called up an insurance company and the attendant took us through the ordeal of answering zillions of questions, the answers for most of which didn’t know. There were questions like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How far is the nearest fire station?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When was the apartment built?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is it made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the roof made of?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we got cashiers cheque (something like a DD) from the bank and paid of all the charges for the apartment. It should be noted that to go to all of these places we had to book a taxi!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That weekend was when we moved in to the apartment and as soon we came in we had to indulge in a shopping exercise to stock up our homes with basic articles and also to replenish our groceries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day we went to an Indian restaurant in downtown aptly named as “Madras Masala”. We took the buffet lunch worth $8 and included lot of mouth watering items that can found in any restaurant back home. The rasam needs a special mention as I gulped it in to avenge the burgers which had been battering my taste buds for a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After completing one full week in a new country I got settled with the pluses and minuses of the new place. While food and transport were the major problem areas life was pretty manageable otherwise. But I was given a neat welcome by the host of surprises which I had come across in a brief period of time.&lt;br /&gt;--The End&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A translation of this series can be &lt;a href="http://cvrintamil.blogspot.com/2006/12/blog-post_20.html"&gt;found in my tamil blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4753227435707036998?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4753227435707036998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4753227435707036998' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4753227435707036998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4753227435707036998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-iv.html' title='Ann Arbor  post - part IV'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5025279296286438373</id><published>2007-09-22T03:12:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:17:45.649+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor  post - part III</title><content type='html'>As soon as I got out of the plane I hooked up with couple of my colleagues who had come in the plane. We were instructed to Immigration counter first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found myself in front of a slightly obese lady with absolutely no smile . She asked me a few questions like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“whats is your profession?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Which company are you from?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Where are you going to stay?” etc etc&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she tore off a part of the I-94 form and staples it to the page opposite to my visa page. This document would serve as the document that would authorize me to live and work in US for the time specified in the form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went ahead to the baggage claim section. I was slightly apprehensive about whether I would lose my baggage as I had to switch to planes with very little time. But thankfully I got it though I had to wait for it for some time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went straight to the customs. I gave him the filled in blue form which was given to me in the plane. There was not much to check as I didn’t have any valuables and also I didn’t have any food items, plants, animals or any other stuff. But still the officer in the counter asked me a few questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What’s there in the baggage”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Some clothes and a few kitchen utensils”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you bring any food items Sir?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Then how are you gonna eat?? You gonna shop it here?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Okaiy!!Wish you a pleasant stay Sir”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was through!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was finally into the US of A after completing all the formalites!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I waited for a few minutes for my colleagues to join me. Then we went outside to fetch a cab and set out to the hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went t the transportation section a gentleman approached us and enquired as to where we need to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We told that we need to go the hotel and we need a cab which would accommodate all of our baggage!! He promptly called in a van and even helped us get the baggage into the van.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I have had infinite number of bad experiences with autowallahs in general and Chennai autowallahs in particular I found this experience very very very refreshing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon we were cruising through the road towards Ann Arbor. I think the first thing that hits anyone who travels to US for the first time will be the roads. There are so wide,clean and well laid. Also the traffic is very well regulated and there are no traffic policemen. Everyone follow the traffic rule and to be frank I feel everyone follows them because everyone else follow them!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt that 80% of things, if not more, we do is determined by peer pressure. An average person will start doing something if you could just convince him/her if it’s the most fashionable thing to do or if that’s what the most are doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe there will be a time when following traffic rules and other disciplined social behaviors shall be the example rather than an exception in India. Upto that day its upto the responsible youth of India like us to be the exception until it becomes the example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was what went through my mind as we went to the hotel marveling at the buildings and lawns that lined the roads on both sides. Another very noticeable aspect of this country is there is a looooooooooooot of space!!! They have ample car parks in front of any buildings and in places like a mall the car park is as big as the floor area of the building if not more. We had already been told that car is must in Ann Arbor as public transport is virtually null. EVERYONE has a car and NOBODY walks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found that out when myself and a friend ventured out of the hotel for lunch and scouting as soon as we reached the hotel. We couldn’t find even one soul who was on foot and it looked odd as we crossed roads in a hurry. The temperature never goes above 10 degrees Celsius and drops to zero at nights or when it rains. We were in spring and the climate was expected to improve as summer jets in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we went in search of food we discovered another aspect of this place! There were not many shops around and even the ones around were not in walking distance. There was a mall nearby but you got only dresses, automobile parts, jewellery and othe cosmetic stuff and not a loaf of bread!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after loitering in the cold for around 30-45 minutes we entered a eating joint called wendy’s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was busy reading the menu banner so as to find some vegetarian meal. Atlast I decided to take a “simple classic somethingy”. Though I could see a meat like thing in the picture I decided I would order it without the meat as I was too hungry and there wasn’t too much of an option.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the attendant and said I would have a classic burger without meat and then I added is it vegetarian?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I got most bland expression on her face. I couldn’t believe that she didn’t understand what I said. I tried to repeat by what I said by infusing some American accent and added I would like to have it without meat!!Also I ordered some tea. After five minutes of tussle she finally tapped onto the machine in front which spat out the change for the 10 dollar bill I gave her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I dropped the coins into my wallet I felt “ How am I gonna survive here if I have to work so hard to get just one meal”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My woes were doubled when I saw a brown colored piece in the stuff packed in my burger which looked like meat. I knew going back to her would be of no use! So I gave to my friend that piece of the meat and started eating the burger which was nothing but a bun,some cheese and few sold cabbage leaves!!!Nothing compared to the regular meal we have in India everyday!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The most interesting point was that it was the least enjoyable meal of all of my stay because after that we had been able to cook our own food and I have been able to order vegetarian food without any problems henceforth. Even now iam not sure whether the lady really didn’t understand me or was she just faking it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That evening I was to meet the most helpful person in the whole of my stay!!&lt;br /&gt;--to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-iv.html"&gt;Ann Arbor  post - part IV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5025279296286438373?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5025279296286438373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5025279296286438373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5025279296286438373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5025279296286438373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-iii.html' title='Ann Arbor  post - part III'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2188977376169227566</id><published>2007-09-22T03:11:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:17:11.560+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor  post - part II</title><content type='html'>Around 12:30 – 12:45,the flight attendant started calling in people for the flight. First, the passengers of the business class were called in and then economy class passengers called in based on the seat number. I went through a passage where my boarding pass was checked in and I walked ahead into the passage leading upto the plane’s door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As soon as I entered into the plane I realized that its bigger than the domestic flight in which I had come. There were 9 seats in a row split into 2-5-2 seaters. My seat was the last seat in the 5-seater,again! No window seat!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another disappointing aspect of this flight was that the airhostesses were big women who were past 35 years of age!! I was even tempted to address one of them as granny but was held back thanks only to my fear of being kicked out of the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the plane started and this time I was too tired to feel anything except for the slight realization that I was leaving my country!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tried to look outside the plane through window past the aisle and the two seater but it was shut off by the lady who was traveling with her husband with a baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I decided to get some shut eye but before that I was given some light snacks lest I don’t go to bed with a empty stomach. I munched the food item as I was watching the huge screen displaying the flight path and other relevant flight information.By then one of the attendants gave me a headphone which plugged in to the arm rest of the seat. Soon I fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I woke up I could see that a movie was being played on the big TV!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was movie featuring Salman khan,Kareena kapoor,Jackie shroff,Om puri and shilpa shetty’s sister(I forgot her name).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here goes the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story starts with Salman khan admitted in a lunatic asylum run by Om puri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kareena kapoor is his daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she and Jackie work in the asylum as doctors!! (the rhyming is just coincidence!! )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Salman is admitted because he had gone mad(I mean, in the movie) when he “accidently” kills his wife after romancing with her in the picturesque tourist spots in Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kareena is this caring doctor who nurses him back to good mental health with the help of Jackie and eventually falls in love in the process.(I mean isn’t that obvious ???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never fathomed to understand why gorgeous looking heroines always fall for the crazy,dull,mentally unstable,rickshawallah,taxiwallah,rowdies etc etc in the movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren’t there enough decent software engineers available whom you can trap??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway coming back to the movie, Om puri is totally pissed off when he comes to know that his daughter is in love with a crazy guy!! So he carries out a high profile operation on salman which renders him into a vegetable state!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unable to see Salman in such a hopeless state Jackie kills him by stuffing a pillow on his face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie goes to the jail for his offence and Kareena goes mad for her lost love!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After watching this “crazy” movie I watched the antics of the tiny tots near by to my seat and then gulped in the beautiful sceneries painted by the morning sun on the plain skies of Europe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I had only a 1 or 2 hours of journey left. I was thrilled to know that my plane was flying over cities like Prague,Vienna,Frankfurt etc etc. these were all the cities which I always wanted to visit and they were just “crashing distance” away from me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I knew that there wasn’t much of a formality to be carried out in Amsterdam I was afraid whether the flight will reach the destination on time and whether I will have enough time to catch the next flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But thankfully the flight reached just 10-15 late. The gate number for the Detroit flight was announced by the flight attendant as a high percentage of people from this flight were to catch that as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced towards gate number 9 as I marveled at the clear and open design of the Amsterdam airport. Also there was a feeling of me not being part of the crowd as that was the first time I saw so many Caucasian foreigners in such a short span!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I joined the line which I found in gate number 9. After answering the security questions about the baggage I was guided to a desk where my passport was verified and some computer work was done with my passport information as the lady at the desk nimbly tapped on the keyboard. Then it was the security clearance again as I went through the metal detector tests after which I was through to the passage to the plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I was into the airplane and found my way to the seat. Again it was quite unnerving to be amidst lot of African American and Caucasian people who were a lot bigger than me!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found my seat and this time it was a window seat !!!! And the flight had a better on-board entertainment system with a small TV for all seats. I even had a remote with which I can select a variety of options to be displayed on the the screen like movies,flight information,games,music etc etc. It was so cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time I learnt couple of my colleagues were traveling in the same plane. I met with one of them and made sure that we went together to the hotel once we reached Detroit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane started we were given couple of forms based on the nationality. Since I was an alien I was given a I-94 form and blue colored form. The I-94 was to be filled up with the details of my stay like the address and other information. This was to be the document that shall authorize me to stay and work in US. The other one was the customs form. I had to declare any valuables I had brought and also whether I had brought any food stuff,soil,plants,animals etc etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I filled it out and then started watching movies. The view outside just the blinding white of the clouds as the plane swam across the clouds with the mighty atlantic lying beneath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched a couple of movies which I always wanted to see. They were Toy story and Bugs life!!! I loved it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also watched a light comedy “Fun with Dick and Jane” starring Jim carrey. Any Jim carrey movie is worth watching atleast one . What say?? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the plane entered Canada I gaped at the breathtaking beauty of the rural landscape that appeared beneath me. The trees,the greenery,the lakes,the roads neatly drawn with perfect color and contrast with intermissions of my view by passing clouds was a treat to watch. There were times when the sun reflected so brightly off the clouds that I was forced to close the window&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a memorable flight travel the plane landed in Detroit airport tearing through the cloud screen that had enveloped the city. Detroit, the automobile capital of US and a city with a sizable African American population also holds the dubious distinction of one of the most crime ridden city in US.&lt;br /&gt;--to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-iii.html"&gt;Ann Arbor  post - part III&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2188977376169227566?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2188977376169227566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2188977376169227566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2188977376169227566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2188977376169227566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-ii.html' title='Ann Arbor  post - part II'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-959746154442396386</id><published>2007-09-22T03:09:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-22T03:16:40.686+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ann Arbor  post - part I</title><content type='html'>Wrote this during April 2006 when i came to US!&lt;br /&gt;Been a while :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;Dear readers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I went through a few events in my life in the past few days I was filled with this unexplainable restlessness. A restlessness to tell all that I was going through, to someone. Also it was a feeling that, I would have found it useful if I had heard all this from someone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this writeup is precisely an attempt to record the information I had chanced to come across in my life and to present it to you as a letter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A letter from a friend who wants to share his experiences. A letter with the message of friendship and greetings!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Ann Arbor* with love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Ann Arbor is town near Detroit,USA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ann Arbor post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life presents us with a variety of experiences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences which make us both laugh and cry and a few which leave us somewhere between the two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences which are remarkable and insignificant and a few which falls in between the extremes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences to cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences to forget&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Experiences to mark our life with dots which can be connected at the later part of our life as a line that would reveal the portrait of our life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I was about to be part of such an experience as I was traveling to the Airport with my parents. It had taken a while but the feeling of my first onsite trip was filling my heart with all the excitement it had to offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I watched parents gleaming with pride, my mind was torn in worries of the trip. This trip had a few specialties to its credit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first trip beyond Bangalore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first trip outside the country (obviously)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first trip on a plane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was the most worried about the process that I had to follow during the flight. Though I had attended the travel briefing arranged by my company , I had slept through it like I would have in any other session!!I think its fair to say that no amount of counseling can fully prepare someone for such a huge venture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached the Airport and got in with my luggage in my formal best. I had even worn a blazer to complete the “formal”ity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankfully I had my aunty around who works in the airport so she was there reassuring me that everything is going to be ok and I was going to get through it like a breeze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were three flights which comprised my trip. The first leg was from Chennai to Mumbai in Jet airways, the next was from Mumbai to Amsterdam in Northwest, then it was from Amsterdam to Detroit in Northwest airlines again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went straight to the jet airways stall in the departure segment as I didn’t know what to do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After instructions from the Jet airways staff, I took my baggage for my screening. My check in baggage was passed through an x-ray of sorts and the contents inside were checked for any “weapons of mass destruction”. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went straight to the Jet airways stall where my baggage(both check in and cabin baggage*) were weighed and were strapped with the flight stickers. I was also given the boarding pass there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I went through the security check. Here I was checked with a metal detector and was let through as the only metals I had were coins and the metal in my belt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this I was waiting in a hall which had lot of exits. These were the gates through I was to go, to board the flight. But before that I had to wait for the the announcement and the gate number for my flight to be flashed. As I was waiting I could only think what was in store for me in Mumbai as I was unsure what process I should go through over there. Soon my Gate number was announced and I got into the airlines bus after showing my ticket. The bus took me to the plane and I boarded the plane through the “portable staircase”!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got seated in seat which was in the aisle side of a three seater and as I was watching the Chennai MTC buses and suburban train through the window, couple of big men excused themselves and sat in the adjoining seats which effectively blocked most of my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon the plane started , and after taxiing for  few minutes it started traveling on a higher speed on the runway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thrill of take off is to be experienced to be believed. It’s an experience which gives you the excitement of thrusting into sky with the fetish of a roller coaster.Soon I was in the air and I was presented with the most amazing view, I had ever seen in my life as I gaped into the beautiful landscape which emerged beneath with the pinhole view that I could get. As the plane ascended higher and higher one of the huge gentleman opened up a newspaper which completely blocked my view. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I laid back into my seat with an uncontrolled enthusiasm which was overflowing through my eyes and my involuntary smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I had embarked on the most significant journey of my life yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued………………….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check in baggage – the baggage that shall be carried with the plane in a cargo section. Most airlines allow you to carry two baggages with upto 23 Kgs each&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cabin baggage – the baggage that can be taken with you in the plane. Most airlines allow you to carry a single check in baggage upto 8kg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can carry a laptop bag or a handbag in addition to this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yours,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CVR&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flight number 0468 en route to Mumbai was fast sifting through the clouds of my beloved Chennai. After a brief demonstration of flight safety techniques, we were left alone except for the occasional interludes by the flight attendants for snacks and other refreshments. I exhausted the contents of the local Mumbai newspaper which carried the “Lata Mangeshkar – flyover story” as I tried to take my mind away from my apprehensions about the travel. There was not much luck with the view as the varying postures of the gentlemen between me and the window presented me openings ranging from pinhole to semi-pinhole sizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But the one and a half hours drifted away pretty soon and soon I was presented with the gorgeous view of Mumbai at night!!! The lights shone like the glitter off a pretty lady’s dress as my plane swerved in for the landing. If take off was an unexplainable bundle of awe and excitement then landing can be termed as beautiful bunch of moments filled with thrill and anticipation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As the plane landed I couldn’t help rambling in my mind as to what I should do once I get down. I got into the jet airways bus and was dropped in at the gate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I do now????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had absolutely no clue!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just took my cabin baggage and strolled towards the exit as I was too afraid to just stand there lest I look like a blinking idiot in blazer. My eyes were scanning for a Jet airways office!! After turning down a couple of offers for a hotel from enterprising gentlemen, I went straight to the jet airways stall which was right outside the exit. As I blurted out my questions in the most nervous form of English available, the attendant quickly pulled in another attendant who was comfortable with the language.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After checking my flight ticket he instructed me to collect my baggage and contact the Northwest airways stall(the flight in which I was to travel to Amsterdam). I went back into the airport by showing my boarding pass from Chennai to Mumbai and tried to blend in with the crowd which was waiting for their baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if out of nowhere a stout short gentleman emerged and said, “You are chakravarthy from Chennai??” I don’t know how he recognized me but this guy from Northwest airlines told me to collect my baggage and contact the officials who were posted in the northwestern corner of the huge room!!!! (What a coincidence!!).I soon collected my baggage and slowly found my way towards those officials and stood in the queue. Soon it was my turn and a neat looking guy approached me. He requested for the passport,ticket and a few other documents like the deputation letter. Then he mechanically asked a few questions like “did you pack your own baggage”, “did you get anything from anyone during your stay in the airport” etc etc as a part of mandatory check. I didn’t know that I was to hear this a few more times before I reach US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was given an “embarkment-disembarkment” form which I was to fill in and submit during immigration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After this he said there won’t be any more baggage checks until I check out my luggage in my final destination. He instructed me to take the shuttle which would take me to the international terminal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked over to the exit which was right around the corner and patiently waited for the shuttle. My mind was jubilant as I was thrilled to be standing in the “New york of India”,the business capital of the nation,the city full of life and vigor. I have been amazed by the efficiency of dabbawallahs and the entrepreneurship of the mumbaikars which had enabled the city to earn a unique place in the country. I have always wanted to visit Mumbai and regretted that it was going to be a very short stay!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood watching the bill boards I resolved I would visit the city again and spend the time it deserves. Shuttle services are operated between the domestic terminal to the international terminal of the Mumbai airport for free as a complementary service as the distance between the two terminals was not walkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus travel was hardly 10-15 mins at the end of which i got down at the international terminal. After roaming about a little outside trying to find out the right gate, I walked into the Gate 2 which housed the Northwest airlines stall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon I found the Northwest airlines office and was in front of a bespectacled young lady who peered suspiciously through the glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave her my boarding passes and told her that I have to travel to Detroit via Amsterdam. She got my passport and frantically typed something in the keyboard in front of her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She then asked whether my cabin baggage can be added to the check in baggage as there was no space in the flight cabin for which I obliged as I had all the required documents in my hand baggage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that I was guided to the immigration counter where I submitted the “embarkment-disembarkment form”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I anxiously waited before the official , he stamped a few stuff onto the form and asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“which company are you from??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I said “Infosys”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as I waited curiously for the next question, he asked “aur kitna badega shares infosys ka?*”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took me a while to realize that the question was asked on a lighter vein. I smiled politely and got my disembarkment part torn off and given to me. This needs to be given back when come back to India. Then I headed straight to gate 7 which was printed in my gate pass. But it was only 8.30 pm and my flight was at 00.50!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called home and reclined into a couch (they have quite a few of them lined up!), reading a book presented to me by my former team mates with a bald headed guy on the front cover who happens to be the CEO of GE(yeah it’s the same book featured in the bill board right in front of shols infy).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a while I passed the security check and waited in the waiting room which opened up into the gate to the plane. As I was waiting for my flight to leave my country I knew that there will be times when I will be waiting to come back!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued…………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*-how much more the share values rise for Infosys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-ii.html"&gt;Ann Arbor  post - part II&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-959746154442396386?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/959746154442396386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=959746154442396386' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/959746154442396386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/959746154442396386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/09/ann-arbor-post-part-i.html' title='Ann Arbor  post - part I'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-712010210926223623</id><published>2007-06-07T21:02:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-07-14T00:09:13.321+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Ramblings with God</title><content type='html'>Had written this loooooooooong back(must have been some appraisal time).&lt;br /&gt;Posted it in INK and had forgotten abt it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i got a mail from someone who said she has a part of this poem and whether i have the full piece!!&lt;br /&gt;Well obviously i didnt!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The funny thing is that somehow she managed to get the full poem and mailed  it to me too!!&lt;br /&gt;weird!! isnt it!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways! here is the poem!! :-) written during my early days (November 2005),so kindly excuse if its too raw and immature!! :-)&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ramblings with God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good or Bad , right or wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave it to thee to decide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Success and failure, highs and lows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall take it in my stride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I have realised&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its You who is playing the game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boundaries or wickets&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me its all the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fool I was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To think I run the show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who is the boss??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now I clearly know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the ups and downs i have had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t have any regrets though,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the moments of confused stillness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the time amidst friends and foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know there is a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all this apparent chaos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things will fall in place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when the genius of your design shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then I will march along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doing my best with the work at hand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figuring out life is left with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easier for me, is to count the grains of sand!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-712010210926223623?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/712010210926223623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=712010210926223623' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/712010210926223623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/712010210926223623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/06/ramblings-with-god.html' title='Ramblings with God'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-1308786207209223742</id><published>2007-02-22T10:36:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-22T10:37:18.814+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part XIV</title><content type='html'>She was standing with the gun pointed at him. Her soft hands barely able to hold the heavy gun without any shake. There were blood on her dress and she looked like a frail bird after a storm. Though it was evident she was not entirely normal due whatever she had been through, there was a clear display of taunt that can be gathered with the erectness with which she stood.&lt;br /&gt;“My God!!! Keerthana!! Are you alright??? What are you doing here??”  Ravi stood up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Stay right there!!! And don’t move a muscle”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keerthana what are doing??? What happened???” Ravi was flabbergasted. He looked down at the corpse and continued.”You know that guy” so saying he looked down at the face of body again. Then he slowly turned towards her and asked.”You killed him????”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Ya!!! I killed him!! You are happy now???!!!! This idiot tried to black mail me!!! think about it!! black mail ME!!! I never thought he would go so far as to call you!!!! Idiot!! He was asking for it!!! I should have never hired him to kill Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Keerthana calm down , I know you are….” He interrupted suddenly as the words from her mouth registered into his mind!!” You hired him to kill Vilas???????”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Huh!!! It’s a big story!!! I never thought this idiot would actually go ahead and call you and you would be here so soon. Or else I would have been done with him and gone by now!!! Now I have to figure what the hell am I gonna do with you”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My God Keerthana!! You were responsible for Vilas’ death!! My God!!how could you do such a thing……”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Shut up you moron!!! Don’t chatter like an idiot. Yes I killed Vilas ,he was turning out to be an adamant nuisance. I don’t know what I was thinking when I married him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You married him???????”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm!! Remember the part we were in love during college and Vilas’ parents didn’t agree to the marriage and then we broke up and all that??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi nodded his head with shock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well!! That story is not entirely true. Its true that I was in love with Vilas in the beginning,but the feeling started to fade away day by day.There were daily some problem with him because of the fight he used to have with his parents and he was not the same old romantic and sweet guy as I had fathomed him to be. He was always cribbing,always angry , always pestering with his thousand worries.I was not sure whether I had made the right choice and as we reached the end of the college I was waiting for a chance to explain everything and dump him once and for all!!&lt;br /&gt;“But fate took a decisive turn when he got a job in bangalore. He started acting even more weirder and wanted to get a commitment in place before he went away from Mumbai. Slowly he started hinting about getting married with the help of his friends. I didn’t think he was really serious about it until he started explaining his elaborate plans. We were to be registered married with the help of couple of his friends Sameer and Akbar. I was too shocked to say anything. I was too confused to formulate a plan of a break up and had been dilly dallying, hoping for a right chance to present itself. This situation was developing way too fast. In the confusion I was not bold enough to take a decisive action and went ahead with the plans like a lamb.&lt;br /&gt;“But the relationship was a non starter right from the beginning.It didn’t even have a honey moon period as obviously we didn’t even have a honeymoon. We continued to live separately , our friends and relatives unaware of our marriage , just like the movie “Saathiya”. Our quarrels increased as I grew more unforgiving and demanding due to the marriage , for which I wasn’t totally ready. Our quarrels grew more and more and shouts became louder and louder.&lt;br /&gt;“That was when my parents fixed an alliance for me, He was a nice boy working in US and was planning to settle there. I knew that was the life that I had always wanted to have. Now I was double sure I wanted to be separated from Vilas as soon as possible. I told him that I want a divorce. He didn’t agree.He said that the quarrels are just temporary and were natural in any married life. That idiot didn’t know that my alliance had been fixed with the US guy. I tried to increase the pressure and make him agree by various means. That moron never budged. That’s when I decided to contact kalia. I had know kalia during my college days. My friend’s dad who was a politician had hired him to take care of some boys who used to tease us. I used to see Kalia a lot in my friend’s place as he used to come to meet her dad in relation to his business. His full time job was to kill,maim,kidnap or simply beat up anyone in return for money. He had been quite handy to quite a few politicians in the area so he never stayed in jail for too long,no matter what crime he commited. He is an orphan has no friends but he had a lot of evidences against a lot of big wigs with which he commanded respect in the elite circles.&lt;br /&gt;“I contacted him to get Vilas killed. I made it abundantly clear that the death should look like a suicide. Being a thorough professional, he did his job cleanly. He strangled Vilas to death with a nylon rope and hanged him in the hall to make it look like a suicide. I was hoping that the police would buy that setup but had never thought anybody would hire a private detective for his death.&lt;br /&gt;“I was shocked when you made that call to me ,but by the time Kalia had also intimated that someone had been hired to investigate Vilas’ death. Moreover he started blackmailing me with more money long before you met me. He used to torture me day and night with the calls until I wanted to put an end to it all . I knew that not a soul would be worried if he dies as all his supporters will only heave a sigh of relief  when they learn that their black mailer is gone for good. Also there are so many goondas in Mumbai that he wouldn’t be missed for long.&lt;br /&gt;“My plan was to finish him off as that would totally annihilate any evidence of my relation with Vilas. One of the two friends who came for my registered marriage kabir, was dead in a plane accident and I made sure sameer was also silenced ,by convincing Kalia that he is a menace for both of us”&lt;br /&gt;Ravi was listening to all this without closing his mouth. He just couldn’t believe it. It was totally crazy and incredible.&lt;br /&gt;“But..but……………but how can you single handedly kill a professional killer”&lt;br /&gt;“Huh!! A girl can make a guy do anything if only she knows how to seduce him or make him sympathise for her. Guys are such morons that they can do anything from dancing on their head to leaving their hand gun unattended when they feel there is a helpless girl in front of them. It’s the burning callousness and pride of being a man that prevents them take a girl too seriously. Kalia too walked around laughing as I acted as if Iam a defenceless girl begging for his mercy. I still cant forget the ridicule in his eyes as he saw me pick up the gun as he was seated on the chair negotiating a unfair deal. He thought I wouldn’t go ahead and shoot him !!! that IDIOT”&lt;br /&gt;Just then they could hear the noise of heavy boots climbing up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;Keerthana got anxious and ran towards the window shaft to look out side. Her eyes grew wider as she saw police jeeps parked at a distance.&lt;br /&gt;“You really thought I would come here alone without intimating the police.Iam a private detective remember ??” Ravi said.&lt;br /&gt;Keerthana’s eyes burnt with anger as she stared at him as if he were a worm. For a second she contemplated whether to put a bullet into his head. Then she realized it would only complicate things and would turn out to be a pointless exercise. &lt;br /&gt;She turned around quickly to make her way out of the house through the rear stairs adjoining the balcony. But she could see that the exit was covered as constables entered the room after climbing up the rear stairs. Couple of other policemen rushed in to the room from the other entrance.&lt;br /&gt;Keerthana was stranded. For a split second her mind was busy thinking whether there was anyway possible to make up a story and make the police believe that Ravi was the one who killed Kalia. But she was over powered by the huge wave of disappointment over the fact that she was in a huge mess anyway and there was no way she can get out of this silently. There was an inexplainable anger fuming in her heart as she realized that all her plans of marrying and settling in US was most certainly washed away.As the heavy surge of emotions built up, her hands involuntary put the gun inside her mouth at the heat of the moment and she pulled the trigger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi was in Meena’s room. It had been over one months after Keerthana’s suicide. On the fateful day Ravi had called Meena soon after he had cancelled his meeting with Rishi. Meena was shocked to hear about Sameer’s death and had told him that it was Sameer who had contacted Meena for the case. Sameer had specifically told Meena not to disclose it as he had thought that it would prevent Ravi from investigating the case with a fresh mind without assumptions. Meera also advised Ravi to intimate the police about his visit as she strongly suspected that something fishy was going to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They didn’t speak for a long time. Ravi was visibly a bit shaken by the case. He suddenly started talking.&lt;br /&gt;“So is this the state of love nowadays??”&lt;br /&gt;“wh…what??” Meena questioned as she couldn’t catch the context.&lt;br /&gt;“A gal kills her own husband because she got a better alliance. Is the love estimated only based on the happiness that it gives?? Isnt the love strong enough to see through the problems,issues and lean times??? Is it just me or does love only mean roaming around the city or having physical pleasure and showing off your mate ??? Isnt it a feeling of companionship,standing by the partner during bad times and being a support during challenges and showing affection and care when they really need the most”&lt;br /&gt;“Ravi!! I think you are being too romantic about things.People are inherently selfish. There is nothing right or wrong about that. They cant carry on with something when they don’t believe it wont benefit them. That is the result of evolution where survival was possible only if you are the fittest and there were no extra mark for kindness. My husband went to somebody else because I wasn’t getting pregnant. I know iam putting it too bluntly but that’s the truth. May be it was little animal like behaviour,but we are animals basically. Keerthana wanted a happy life.she had dreams, she wanted to settle in US and she believed Vilas would fulfill her dream. So she loved him but when she realized that she was getting only trouble ,the love went away.” Meena replied&lt;br /&gt;“Do you even call that love??? Wouldn’t  the love stay through the thick and thin if it were really true love. Couples take a vow to stay together for better or for worse when they get married.’Till death do us apart’ they say. It’s a deal unto death. A life long companionship, which will take you through pain and pleasure and everything in between.damn!! I cant even believe I have to argue for this!! Aint it obvious”Ravi shook his head as he shrugged his shoulders.&lt;br /&gt;“Such true love is very rare. Husband or wife serving his or her spouse even when the other one is in a vegetable state.All that is very very rare. Hardly you will find a madhavan marrying a vidya balan and holding her in his hands for decades as she talks about all her stories to abishek bacchan” Meena was referring to a recent movie where there is a character marries a girl who is physically challenged. Then she went on saying”By the way Vilas’ marriage with Keerthana was also a deal unto death !! Infact it was a deal that led to his death. Ha ha ha” she laughed out.&lt;br /&gt;“I don’t find this a laughing matter Meena. Call me old fashioned but I shall only fall for a love that is selfless and pure otherwise I would rather stay single all my life”Ravi ended.&lt;br /&gt;“Welcome to the world of lifelong singlehood ,coming to think of it,it aint so bad as it sounds” Meena smiled as she leaned back on her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--THE END&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-1308786207209223742?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/1308786207209223742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=1308786207209223742' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1308786207209223742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1308786207209223742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xiv.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part XIV'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-7620669679563679677</id><published>2007-02-21T08:06:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:41:49.697+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part XIII</title><content type='html'>Ravi was not still out of the disbelief even after coming out of the police station. It had happened just too fast. He couldn’t believe that someone with whom he had talked , laughed and hanged out with just the previous day could be dead. He decided to go to Sameer’s place and collect any evidence that he can get. He knew that there could be a lot of connection between Vilas’ death and Sameer’s murder and Sameer might have been killed to stop him from blurting out anymore than he had already done. He also remembered that he had a meeting with Rishi at 10 and didn’t want to miss that by any chance. So he decided to meet Rishi and then go to Sameer’s place. He also thought that he had to talk to Meera to update her about the developments about the case and to seek her inputs before moving forward.&lt;br /&gt;Just as he picked up the phone to make the call he received a call on his mobile. The display panel simply showed “unknown number” so there was no way he could guess as to who was calling him.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello”&lt;br /&gt;“Getting confused?? Afraid?? Don’t know what to do???ha ha ha “ A coarse voice mocked him at the other end.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello!!Who is this??” Ravi got a little anxious.&lt;br /&gt;“You don’t have to be concerned about that one bit.What you have to be concerned about is,how did Vilas die?? How did Sameer die.As a detective you should be more concerned about all this instead of my name”&lt;br /&gt;“Who are you?? Do you know who killed Sameer”&lt;br /&gt;“May be!! May be I can even tell you how did Vilas die. How much would you want to hear scene by scene depiction of what happened to Vilas minutes before he died??” The voice went on with the unrelenting coarseness. By this time Ravi was sure that the voice was fake and was used to cover the identity of the person actually behind the call.&lt;br /&gt;“How do I trust you?? You can be the biggest lunatic having fun making crank calls, for all I know”&lt;br /&gt;“It could be that or it could be the biggest outside help any detective had ever received in his case and you blew it coz you weren’t smart enough. You aint gonna lose anything by spending a bit of time on a false lead,but imagine how much you will lose if you fail to take a genuine break in the case!!”&lt;br /&gt;Ravi started to think!!&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you doing this?? Why would somebody do this??”&lt;br /&gt;“May be Iam short of cash and want to make hay while the sun shines or may be I am really sad about poor Vilas’s demise and want to help. What the hell do you care”&lt;br /&gt;There was silence for a few moments.&lt;br /&gt;“Ok where can I meet you??”&lt;br /&gt;“Now you are talking!!”so saying the voice gave him an address in one of the growing suburbs of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;“I will be there in another one hour”&lt;br /&gt;“or you miss me!! choose yourself” so saying the voice stopped.&lt;br /&gt;The line was disconnected. Ravi was staring at his mobile for a few minutes and then started walking faster to reach his destination as soon as possible. He called up Rishi and told him that he wouldn’t be able to make it to the meeting. After an initial surprise Rishi agreed. Ravi felt that Rishi sounded as if he had already knew that Ravi is going to cancel the meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi knew that the caller had picked his spot really well as soon as he entered the locality. The place was eerily empty and was covered with few houses here and there. Soon he reached the place where he was told to come. It was a fairly big house and looked like the construction was abandoned at a point when it was almost over. It looked as if nobody had stepped on its floor for well over three four years. The walls were not plastered and there were no doors or windows. But the house was so big that if at all anything happened inside the inner rooms of the house, nobody would ever know.&lt;br /&gt;Ravi stepped on the entrance without the steps and stood there wondering what to do. There was pin drop silence except for the wind that sounded like a distant scream .  He stopped moving and had a good look around the house. There was a huge hall and spiral steps leading up to the first floor. There were entrances to other rooms one of which had a huge rectangular hole in the wall and it was clear that the room was proposed to be a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;“Hellllllllloooooooo……..anybody home” Ravi called as he tried to control the shrill in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;There was no answer. He slowly stepped forward into the dark room as there were no lights and also because of the gloom that had set in the building because of its age. He made his way towards the spiral stairs with his boots making a spooky noise as it crushed the rubble beneath. He could see some more rooms but he instinctively chose to take the stairs. He let out another call of communication as he moved up the stairs.&lt;br /&gt;“Is anyone there??? ………Can anyone hear me???............Hellooooooooo”&lt;br /&gt;He could barely hear a slight echo of his own voice and nothing else.&lt;br /&gt;Soon he reached the first floor. After reaching there he can see that there was a huge room and a passage on the right hand side with more rooms on its way.&lt;br /&gt;On entering the huge room he could see someone sitting on a chair with his back to him. On the other end of the room there were two entrances taking leading into two different rooms.&lt;br /&gt;“Oh here you are!! I have been looking all over for you. Cant you give me a reply” Ravi called out , slightly surprised at the lack of nervousness in his voice.&lt;br /&gt;The guy on the chair did not reply. Ravi walked on towards the chair.&lt;br /&gt;“I was…. Was thinking you might be down…..how the hell did you find this place anyway??”&lt;br /&gt;There was still no reply from the guy, but by this time Ravi had reached very near to the guy.&lt;br /&gt;“why dude??!! Wont reply me” so saying he placed his hand on the shoulder as his eyes grew wide on seeing the traces of blood near the guy.&lt;br /&gt;The body fell to the floor spilling out some more blood as Ravi noticed the trail of blood  coming from the nearby room ending up in the chair.Though Ravi had seen a lot of blood in his profession,this was the first time he was with a dead body before the police arrived. He had been shot several times with bullet wounds on his chest and stomach.&lt;br /&gt;“Dammit” he cried out loud and  bent on to the body and check for the pulse. It was dead. The face was oddly recognizable.He thought for a while until it struck him that it was the same guy who accidentally hit him in the mall the previous day before he met sameer. Ravi’s heart beat doubled and the blood grew hot as he perspired heavily due to the unexpected occurrences. Just then he heard someone walking and turned around to see someone moving into the room from the room on the left.&lt;br /&gt;It was her.&lt;br /&gt;……to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xiv.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part XIV&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-7620669679563679677?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/7620669679563679677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=7620669679563679677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7620669679563679677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7620669679563679677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xiii.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part XIII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2472147366976599788</id><published>2007-02-21T07:56:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:41:24.719+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part XII</title><content type='html'>The next morning Ravi was awakened from his sleep by a call on his mobile. He picked it up.&lt;br /&gt;“Hello..?”&lt;br /&gt;“Mr.Ravi???”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya speaking..”&lt;br /&gt;“This is inspector Rajiv speaking.Do you know anyone by the name Sameer by any chance??”&lt;br /&gt;“Ya…I just met him yesterday”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh….ok..Mr.Ravi..Iam sorry to say that Sameer is dead”&lt;br /&gt;“What???? My Goooooooooooood….when did this happen?? I was talking to him even yesterday night.”&lt;br /&gt;“He was found dead in his room where he stays alone.The maid who comes everyday to clean up the room found him shot and intimated the police”&lt;br /&gt;“My God….How did this happen????..............you got any leads,finger prints??”&lt;br /&gt;“Mr.Ravi will you be able to come over to the police station.We would like to have a chat with you”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure!! I am coming there right now”&lt;br /&gt;Ravi jumped out of the bed.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn’t believe whatever he heard in the telephonic conversation. He was wondering whether it was a dream as he had just got out of the bed. He freshened himself and called the inspector to confirm the location of the police station and then hurried to the place.&lt;br /&gt;The police station was typical of what you can normally find in an indian police station.He could see two cells as he entered the station and could see that the inspector behind the desk talking on the phone with someone. The inspector looked at Ravi and pointed at the chair in front of him with a professional smile which disappeared from his face as quickly as it appeared.&lt;br /&gt;Soon he was done with the call and replaced the receiver and looked at Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;“You must be Ravi “he told Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Sir.Ravi…….Ravi Prasad…”He stretched his handshake.&lt;br /&gt;“Iam inspector Rajiv”  he shook hands across the table.&lt;br /&gt;“How did this happen??? When did this happen??”Ravi couldn’t wait.&lt;br /&gt;“It  happened yesterday when Sameer was wait. We are yet to find out how the assailant broke into the house. Sameer was shot on his head as the murderer probably didn’t want to take a chance. I guess the gun must probably be of the .22 calibre variety,mostly stolen,hardly capable of inflicting instant fatal injury unless shot on the head. Seems like the assailant didn’t want to leave anything to chance.”&lt;br /&gt;“Oh my god!! You got any leads??do you have any suspects??”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s where you come in!! Your number was in his latest dialled numbers list,so we got in touch with you.”&lt;br /&gt;“I had met him in relation to one of the cases I was investigating. Iam a private detective from Bangalore assigned with the job of investigating the death of Mr.Vilas.He was found hanging in his room in Bangalore”&lt;br /&gt;The inspector clearly hadn’t expected this and leaned in his chair with his eyebrows raised.It looked as if he was expecting to hear more from him.&lt;br /&gt;“This is my card” Ravi drew a business card from his wallet and gave it to the inspector.&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmmm…so what were you talking to Sameer about?”the inspector asked as he was looking into the card.&lt;br /&gt;“Generally about the case. His friendship with the victim and whatever he knew about his last days”&lt;br /&gt;“where did you meet him”&lt;br /&gt;“In a restaurant near crossroad”&lt;br /&gt;“and then you went home??”&lt;br /&gt;“No.Then we went to marine drive as he offered to show around the place as I hadn’t done any site seeing in Mumbai”&lt;br /&gt;“How long were with him??”&lt;br /&gt;“Totally some 3 four hours I guess”&lt;br /&gt;“At what time did you see him last??”&lt;br /&gt;“Around 7-7.30 I think”&lt;br /&gt;“then you went home??”&lt;br /&gt;“ya”&lt;br /&gt;“Didn’t talk to him or contact him in anyway after that??”&lt;br /&gt;“No”&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm” the inspector seemed to be processing the answers from Ravi and trying to join the threads to piece together a logic.&lt;br /&gt;“Are you aware of anyone following you or something during your meeting with Sameer ??”&lt;br /&gt;“No Sir not that I am aware of”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you think of anything out of the ordinary,that you noticed during your meeting with him yesterday??”&lt;br /&gt;Ravi couldn’t recall anything.&lt;br /&gt;“No Sir”&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm” the iinspector again got into his thinking mode as silence prevailed in the room for some more time.&lt;br /&gt;“How long are you planning to stay here Mr.Ravi”&lt;br /&gt;“I dunno,it depends on the progress I make in the case”&lt;br /&gt;“Can you guess how long will that be based on the progress you have achieved so far??”&lt;br /&gt;“hmm…..Iam not sure…there is still a fair amount of way to go”&lt;br /&gt;“Will you be able to help us in the investigation whenever we need your inputs?? I think we would be required to contact with a few more questions as the case proceeds”&lt;br /&gt;“Sure thing”&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you for your cooperation Mr.Ravi. I really appreciate your coming in here today”, So saying the inspector rose from his seat.&lt;br /&gt;“No problems, please feel free to contact me if you have anything to ask me”Ravi shook the hands with the inspector and left.&lt;br /&gt;The inspector had his eyes fixed at Ravi as he left the room.&lt;br /&gt;The head constable came up to the inspector and said, “I cant think of a motive sir”&lt;br /&gt;“That’s the only god damn reason that stopping me from booking him in!!” the inspector replied as he continued to stare at the exit through which Ravi went out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;……..to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xiii.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part XIII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2472147366976599788?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2472147366976599788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2472147366976599788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2472147366976599788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2472147366976599788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xii.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part XII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-386513634003255761</id><published>2007-02-19T04:42:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:40:43.462+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;As he turned around thinking about the new addition to the list of people he had been meeting regarding this case, he hit a huge man who turned up from nowhere.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“heeey…….dont have eyes kya??....cant you see someone coming in front of you??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He was a burly and big and was slightly bald even though he wasn’t all that old.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“oh…Iam sorry………I was just…..thinking about something…….didnt notice”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“If it were somebody else ,would have given you nicely………….open your eyes and look your path before you walk!! Understand??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;So saying he started walking.Ravi looked at the man walking away and wondered whether it really was his fault.The man turned back to look at him and then went on his way as he walked on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; shook his head and started moving towards the restaurant. After reaching the place he was thinking how to find out whether Sameer had arrived. As he looking around,he saw a young gentleman approaching him as if he was looking for someone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; ???” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ya” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; replied with a smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Sameer!!”he introduced himself, and said ”Welcome to Mumbai” he stretched his hands for shake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Thanks”&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; shook hands with him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;They entered the restaurant and found a table to sit.After ordering some light snacks, Sameer started to talk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“So…Mr.Ravi…how is Mumbai?? You have been here before??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“No..this is my first visit…haven’t got much of a chance to explore,have been pretty busy right from the minute I came here”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Wanted to talk to you ever since I learnt you came here, finally got the chance now only!!” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; merely smiled in reply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“So you got any leads in the case??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“The investigation is still on and I am learning more and more by the day”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Good” He replied ,while it was abundantly clear that he wanted a lot more information from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; than what he had just heard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“You and Vilas have been friends for a while??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The glow on Sameer’s face darkened a little as he took some time to recollect himself from the grief of losing his friend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Me and Vilas have been friends for a long time!! I met him when I came to Mumbai after my tenth. I grew up in a small village and my parents sent me here so that I can get a better education. I can never tell you what was so special in him that drew me to him and vice versa .But we were thick friends right from the beginning. We studied together, roamed around together , watched movies together, &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;checked out the girls together……….well you will never find us either of us alone….Luckily when we finished school we got admission in the same college, same class. College only made our friendship stronger.We studied,played and took part in all other activities together. We were the best buddies. Uh…..I understand that Pooja had told you about Keerthana??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; shook his head vertically to concur with Sammer &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“He had told me about his love before anybody else and used to crib about his inability to propose to her. I was the one who pushed him to tell her about his love. I was overjoyed when I heard when she had agreed to his proposal and I used to motivate him whenever he used to be upset by the opposition to his love. I wished I could just stay with him and hang on until he is through with the situation. But the situation never improved. I seriously believed the change in location will help him forget about his pains and help him start a new page in his life. But……I never expected this”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmmm” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; looked down as if he was assimilating the stuff told by Sameer and was trying to fit things together.Then he looked up to Sameer and asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“How about this Rishi?? Where does he fit in”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;On hearing this Sameer heaved a sigh as if preparing himself to say something that he really didn’t want to say.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Rishi………….Well……We had problems with Rishi…long before we knew he was connected to Pooja”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; raised his left eyebrow as a sign of surprise and question.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“There is another face of Vilas which most people do not know,not even his parents and sister. Being a short tempered guy, he would get into misunderstandings with a lot of people which could end up with violent repercussions. He had been involved in various street fights with gangs from different colleges. The reason need not be anything special and any simple provocation can build up to something nasty. I know this because I had been with him during those violent encounters myself. Typically it would be a minor street fight spanning just a few minutes.An odd blow here and there,but never escalated to police cases or something. We gained the enemity of Rishi in one such unfortunate fight. He was part of another gang from another college and with every meeting our relationship with him went sour.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“So you guys were part of a gangwar” &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; interrupted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Gang war is probably a very strong term to be used for this. When you are in college ,your blood is always hot and you are constantly looking for something to break so that you can prove your strength.And one thing leads to another and.….. you know……” he shrugged his shoulders. “I know a lot of my friends and seniors who were in to this.But once they are out of college and into a job and all that , they somehow get removed from all this. I haven’t had any tussle with anyone ,for sometime now ever since I got out of college”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“So Vilas had a problem when Pooja introduced Rishi as her boy friend??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Obviously, Vilas tried his best to make peace. Since he himself had a experience of love he was more understanding to his sister’s cause.He tried to reason with Rishi and become friendly with him through phone calls when he was in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. But the conversation always used to turn sour due to some misunderstanding or the other.They just couldn’t bury the hatred and start from a clean slate. Vilas even came to Mumbai to have a meet with him. I was there with him during the meet,where the situation went so hopeless,that in the end they came to blows. Vilas walked away shouting that he would make sure Pooja does not marry Rishi as long as he is alive.After that he had been advising his sister to forget Rishi.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“hmmmmmm”&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; patiently collected the words into his mind and after a brief moment,spelt out the question that was building up in his heart.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“You think Rishi could have killed Vilas to get him away from his path??’&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“cheezzze….That would be an overkill…I mean………I had never thought about it ……………Could he do that??...would he do such a thing” Sameer ended up replying with a question rather than an answer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;They talked to each other for a long time. After leaving the restaurant, Sameer took &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; to marine drive where they talked for hours together. In the end when he bade him good bye and left for his hotel he felt as if he had found his first friend in Mumbai.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;That nice feeling was rudely disturbed next morning when he got a call from the local police inspector.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;……………to be continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xii.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part XII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-386513634003255761?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/386513634003255761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=386513634003255761' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/386513634003255761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/386513634003255761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xi.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part XI'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2029125910301536848</id><published>2007-02-16T19:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:40:05.251+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part X</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Keerthana took some time to reminisce in the past, to get back to the happy times. The beautiful days that made her heart bloom with the scent of love and the eventual heart break that left an inerasable scar.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I knew he was special right from the beginning.He was not just another friend and the way my heart used to beat whenever I saw him, I knew it was more than mere friendship.But I was confused , I was not sure whether I was really in love and I used to suffer the pain of hidden love in my heart. I was sure ,Vilas was going through the same but I never had the courage to make the first move. But I didn’t have to. He proposed to me in the third year. Apparently he too had something going about me right from the beginning,but was never sure how to go about it. I was ecstatic when I heard him tell me that he was in love with me but I was put in even more confusing state then.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;I knew our parents wouldn’t be too happy to hear the news. There were too many complexities and there is fair amount of social inequalities and segregations in our society.But he was after me all the time and persuaded me to agree to him. He was the sweetest and kindest lover anybody can get”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;She paused a little as her heart was going through a fair amount of pain and she had to recollect herself.Then she continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“One day we were spotted by his neighbor and his parents found out we were in love. They were really very adamant and weren’t even ready to talk. He used to comfort me saying that they will yield to us with time. But it never happened. Day by day, the situation only worsened and his attitude towards me was also turning sour. He was not the same sweet,kind and soft Vilas and I got to see a more cranky and angry version of him from time to time. By this time we had graduated from our college and were looking for a job and that’s when he landed on a job in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;. I totally freaked out. I pestered him to no ends to make his parents agree somehow and one fine day, just a few days before he was to leave Mumbai,he exploded. I had never seen Vilas so angry and he even raised his hand in a fit of rage. I came home crying and fuming. That night I didn’t sleep and was thinking all through. I decided that if I carry on with my relationship with him then all the days of my future shall turn out to be like what happened that day.If this is the way he was going to behave then there was no guarantee as too how he will turn out after marriage. I knew I had to take a practical decision rather than being an emotional fool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“The next day I called up Vilas and told him this wasn’t going to work out. He apologized to me saying that he was under a lot of stress and all that but I told him very clearly that this wasn’t with that one off incident. He tried to meet me a lot of times and called me a million other times. I ignored him all through. He even tried to contact through our mutual friends.I used to cut off the phone as soon as I heard his voice.Sure it wasn’t easy for me and my heart was torn into pieces everytime he tried to contact me,but I just had to do it.I knew I was doing it for his good too.It was the only logical solution to the problem ,hard as it might be for me and for him.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There was an uneasy silence between the two. Ravi was stirring the cup with the spoon even though the coffee had been mixed well and had gone cold.He just couldn’t help thinking about his lost love and empathize with the pain&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“My parents never knew about this affair all through and when they started looking for a groom I couldn’t find any reason to say no. I had to move on with my life and try to forget the past. But the past does not leave me in peace and keeps coming back to me to haunt me in my sleep!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There were tears in her eyes. &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; felt really bad for conceiving the meeting. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I….Iam sorry” he blurted out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“That’s fine” she said ,wiping off her tears before anybody could suspect anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I think I owe you a really big thanks ……….for you coming here and all that……”.He said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“That’s fine!! If only we understand why he committed suicide we can let his soul and my past rest in peace. I never knew he would take the break up so hard“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“hmmmmm….”&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; just replied with a elongated sigh.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I got to go now.There will be doubts if I take time”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Of course, I really appreciate you agreeing to meet me!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“No problems…………uh..” she looked at the cashier’s desk as if she was wondering about the bill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I will take care of it.Dont worry about it” he quickly said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Bye”she said and got up.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Take care” he said and watched her leave the place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He was calmly thinking to himself for a while and left the place after paying the bill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He had lunch before going to the hotel and started adding the newly acquired information in the case file. Just then there was a call from Rishi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Dude…tell you what…think I cant make it today evening…but I got time at around 3…think you can make it??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He was really getting under the skin of Ravi and &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; made a conscious effort not to be angry or sarcastic.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmmm .. think that should be fine”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“OK man!! See you there” the line was cut.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; estimated the time and left for &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Cross road, the agreed place of the meeting. He entered the shopping mall and tried to find out his way to the hang out they had agreed to meet. After reaching there , &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; gave him a call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh …&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;??.Uh ….tell you what……..something came up man….dont think I can make it right now……..how about tomm??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; couldn’t take it any longer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Listen Mr.Rishi!! this is not a joke,If you are not willing to cooperate I will have to take up the assistance of the police to get to interrogate you through the legal channel”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“wowow!!chill down dude!! Am all for cooperation and all man!! Just that I was a bit tied up!! Come on its Pooja’s brother!! You know !! the guy was sure a pain but what am I gonna gain by not talking to you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“So you will definitely meet me tomorrow??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Sure man ten o clock,pucca!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Good see you tomorrow” he cut the call rather rudely. But he was angry and was not very happy to be made to come to the place for nothing. That’s when he got another call. He picked up the line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hello”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hello! Can I speak to &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Speaking”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hi!! This is Sameer!! Vilas’ friend”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; raised his eyebrow.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I have been trying to reach you but I had got the wrong number from Pooja.just verified with her and got the right number.I want to meet you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh Iam currently not in my place,just out in cross road to meet someone”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“You are in cross road now???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ya!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh cool , I am very near to the place right now. You got time now?? Or can I meet someother time??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We can meet now I guess”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Great just stay there”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then they confirmed the name of the restaurant where they can meet up.Ravi heaved a sigh.It was getting more and more interesting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;…..to be continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-xi.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part XI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2029125910301536848?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2029125910301536848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2029125910301536848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2029125910301536848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2029125910301536848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-x.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part X'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-2836840518793364077</id><published>2007-02-16T02:19:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:55:13.206+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The next morning when he woke up, he was very fresh and enthusiastic.He quickly had his breakfast and prepared a detailed report to be filed in the case file based on the conversation he had with the various witnesses for this case.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He added the meetings,the information he got from them and also his interpretations and leads based on his analysis of the statements from the witnesses.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He was still not completely ready to rule out the suspects he had short listed&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;during his meetings in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. The case sure had become very complicated due to the facts about Vilas’ problems on the personal front , but the problems he had in Bangalore, in his office and with his room mates etc could not be ruled out totally as well. And his death could be due to any of the two, or worse it could have been due to a crazy combination of both. And his job was to fit the pieces of the puzzle in its place and make sense of the plethora of information thrown at him. He also realized that he still had quite a bit of unexplored territory to conquer and the more he learned, the more he will be able to recreate the past.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After noting down his findings in the case file he spent some time trying to assimilate his thoughts. Then he called up Meena.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He told her about his meetings and explained her the story of Vilas as told by the various people he met .He also described the character profile of Pooja,Vilas’ dad and Keerthana as per his perception. Meena was listening to all this,asking relevant questions &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;at each point. As he was talking to Meena &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; got the intimation of another call in his mobile.It was from Keerthana. He promised to call back Meena before disconnecting and attended the one from Keerthana. Keerthana confirmed her meeting with him and the place and told him that she will come to the coffee shop at 11:30 am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“What a time to have coffee!!”,He remarked&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ah well,that’s the time when the crowd will be the least and we aren’t exactly meeting there to have coffee.I have chosen the time and place in such a way that we have the least chance of getting spotted”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ya I understand that!!.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmm Ok,see you there” she disconnected the line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He called back Meena and told her that Keerthana had confirmed the timings for the meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“What are you possibly gonna achieve by bothering that poor girl”she asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I don’t know madam!! My gut feel tells me to meet her”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“As a fellow detective,I have all the respect for your gut feels.I only hope you don’t end up ruining her life”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I shall try not to do any more damage than what I had already done”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“All the best” He could hear her smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Thanks” he disconnected the line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It was&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;10.30 by then and he wasn’t sure where exactly was Ullhasnagar.He tried to get some information and direction from the receptionist of the hotel.As he came to his room he realized that he had totally forgotten to contact Pooja’s boyfriend.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He promptly dialed the number.The phone was picked up almost instantly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Rishi speaking”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hi this is Ravi,Iam a detective from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;bangalore&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Rishi’s voice interrupted even before he can finish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh…Oh ya!! Pooja called me!! told me abt you”there was a strange tone of defiance and aggression in his voice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“oh good!! I was thinking whether I can meet you sometime”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“You want to meet me?? well lemme see………hmmmmmmm……….”he was taking a fairly long time to think mumbling some stuff to himself all the while before he said,“how abt today evening ?? around 7??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“hmm sure, that should be fine”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Dude…wait a minute……..think I wont be available this evening!! How about tomorrow?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh ok!! Tomorrow at what time??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmmmm tell you what?? We can have today evening!! Guess I should be able to make it”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; was just a little bit annoyed with Rishi’s mannerism,but he patiently confirmed the timing one more time. Rishi suggested that the meeting be in a famous hangout in Cross road for which &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; agreed without any qualms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;After the call he had just enough time to reach the place. He hurriedly went in and thanked the Gods for being able to find the place without getting lost. Otherwise he would have been late for the meeting for sure. He looked around to see whether he could find some one looking for him. He was wondering whether he should call keerthana as he sat near one of the tables laid there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Just then a lady in burkha neared him and asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Mr.Ravi??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He gave a bewildered look into the face covered by the veil and said.”yes??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then the lady lifted her veil as she said “Iam Keerthana” and sat in the opposite chair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;The lifted veil revealed a beautiful face with a fair complexion with a noticeably big piercing on her nose. She had sharp features and a heart shaped face that made it impossible for any man to resist looking at her twice.There was a fair amount of mystery in her face which would make anybody to look at her again and again in search of the answer they will never find,the extra something that she hid it in her face. The face , polished by the pride of the knowledge that people are unaware of, that extra something that made her beauty stand out from the rest of the beauty queens.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Nice idea” remarked &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; in reference to the attire she had chosen for the meeting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;She let out a measured smile which slowly turned in to an expression of sadness in a rate more smoother than the precision of a satellite launch.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“What happened…how can this happen??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We are figuring out the events that led to his death. That’s the reason I want to talk to you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“How did he die?? Were there any traces!! I mean…. any evidences”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“The police is still working on it!!I am trying to piece together the people and events in his life,trying to make sense of his situation”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmm,Iam sure he must have been under a lot of stress.A break up is never an easy thing to take. Especially for a man of Vilas’ ego”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hmmm,lemme ask you something&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do you think its possible that he might have commited suicide?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Well its hard to say ,I would have never imagined Vilas to commit suicide,but human mind is a strange thing….you never know”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;They ordered for coffee and the drink was served.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Vilas knew its time for him to go for the kill.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Keerthana!! Can you tell me why you broke up??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Keerthana placed the cup on the table after sipping the drink with involuntary care so as to make sure that her lipstick did not make a mark on the cup.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“The day I met Vilas,I knew that he was going to be someone whom I might never forget in my life.I just didn’t know it would be for all the wrong reasons”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; forgot that he had a cup of coffee in front of him on the table that was fast becoming cold.. He leaned forward to make sure he did not miss even a single word from her mouth.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;……..to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-x.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part X&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-2836840518793364077?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/2836840518793364077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=2836840518793364077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2836840518793364077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/2836840518793364077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-ix.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part IX'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8914695403717523112</id><published>2007-02-14T09:45:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-14T09:45:33.248+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There was no doubt in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s mind that, for all he knew he might be kicking up the dirt on a forgotten land and might end up hurting someone without any results, but he wanted to call her anyway, guided by his gut feel.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;At around seven o clock in the evening , after dilly dallying for minutes together he dialed in the number of Keerthana that he had noted down from Pooja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It started ringing on the other end.After some 2-3 rings he could hear a sweet female voice saying.”Hello”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He forgot to breathe for a moment. He was wondering whether to cut the call and forget about the whole thing. But he was surprised to hear himself saying.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hi….Uh……Iam………….Ravi…..Ravi from Bangalore.I would like to talk to you…….uh………is this a right time to talk or…….can I call you some other time??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hello who is this?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;By this time &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; was clear that he had taken the plunge and he better get his act in place than making a fool of himself.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Iam Ravi.Iam a private detective.Uh..wanted to …I wanted to talk to you regarding the death of Mr.Vilas Achrekar”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There was no sound for sometime. He can barely hear some elderly lady asking Keerthana who was on the phone. Soon after she said “wrong number” and disconnected the call.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Ravi was pretty disappointed with himself.He kept on repeating to himself “I shouldn’t have called” in a feeble voice.After exactly three and a half minutes,his mobile phone started vibrating.It was a call from Keerthana.Ravi promptly picked up the phone.He realized that she cut the call as there were people around her and removed herself to a private place from where she could talk alone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hello”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Hello Mr………..Mr..whatever!! Do you think this is a joke??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“No madam!! Iam serious…Iam……..Iam a detective”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“where did you get this number??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I got this from his old diary.I went to meet his family today afternoon.His sister Pooja found out for me”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;There was silence for a few seconds.Then Keerthana asked as if the fact had just hit her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Vilas is dead?????”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Yes…Iam sorry..I know this could be a really shocking news for you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“My God! When……How……..What happened?? How can this happen???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“It was tragic……He ..He was found hanging in his room in &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:City&gt;”&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh My God”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He could hear her voice breaking up and could start hearing the weeping sound from the other end,Then he heard her say”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“how could this happen??”she was still weeping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“that’s what I want to find out.so I wanted to contact you and wanted to see whether you might have any information”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“me??Iam…”her speech was broken down by the outburst of emotions.After a moment of self control she started to talk“Me and Vilas met in college. We studied in the same group. At first we were friends but all our friends used to tease us saying that we were a perfect match. After some 2 years our friendship bloomed into love. He was the one who proposed to me. Initially I didn’t agree even though I was madly in love with him . We were not of the same caste and I knew our parents wouldn’t agree to our love. But he convinced me saying that we can get them to agree. The months after that were the happiest of my life”She paused a little as she struggled to control the surge of emotions playing on her.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We were seen as the best couple in our college and amidst all of our friends. We went around together to all movies restaurants and every other hangout in Mumbai.We were spotted by his neighbor during one such outing. That’s when all hell broke loose.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“His parents were very very adamant over our issue, a lot more than Vilas had anticipated. After a long struggle I knew this wasn’t going to work out.So……”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He could hear that she was taking a deep breath as she said”We broke up some 6 months back. Just before he left for &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bangalore&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:City&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I am engaged with some other guy now and my marriage is fixed next month.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Ravi had never expected this and the message sure was a rude shock for hin.This news did have a fair influence in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt;’s thought process. He was sure that he wouldn’t want to disturb her as she was trying to forget her past and trying to get on with her life. Also he wasn’t sure whether to congratulate her for the engagement or not. He ended up muttering.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh……Iam……..sorry…and ….”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He realized he was making a mess of things.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Initially I was wondering whether I can have a meeting with you but I didn’t know you were…uh…..engaged and all”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“I cant this believe this happened.why did he have to hang himself”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“That’s wht we are trying to find out…listen….when was the last time he contacted you??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“uh…..Well it must be around 3 months back.He tried to contact me and I cut the call on my mobile as soon as I saw his number”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“After that you haven’t heard anything from him”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Nopes!!! I thought he took the point and decided to give up”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Ravi&lt;/st1:place&gt; had thousands of questions in his mind. He was dying to know the circumstances and happenings that led to the breakup. But he didn’t want to talk about it over the phone also he was a little hesitant over having to disturb her. He was in a dilemma.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Is there anyway I can meet you to discuss about this…I mean….I understand that you are engaged and all…..”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“what???.........see!! nobody from my family knows that I was in love with Vilas,not even my parents.what if any of them see me with you?? What if someone of the groom’s family see me with you?? How will I be able to explain the meeting??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Ya ya …I understand …Just that I thought it would be clearer if we had a meeting…thought it would help me in the case…to understand things better”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“see…I really want to help you………even I want to know why he hanged himself …………but…..wait a min….we can do this way”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;It looked like she was seriously engrossed in some thinking for sometime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We can meet at……..ummmmm”she was thinking for a while and then she mentioned the name of a famous coffee shop in Ullhasnagar.Ravi noted down the place and address.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“We can meet tomorrow sometime at the afternoon,that’s when the crowd will be the least.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Oh…Ok!! Thanks…”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;“Listen…I got to go now..See you tomm”she disconnected the line.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;He was looking at the mobile for a while and then he wondered how he would recognize a woman whom he had never seen in his life.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;Then his mind was thinking about the million questions that rose regarding the break up.He was wondering how can two people who were so much in love,break up so easily.He was thinking all about it even when he went out to have his dinner.In the end he decided that he would find the answers during the meet that he was to have with Keerthana the next day.He went to sleep that night with more questions than answers.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;……..to be continued.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8914695403717523112?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8914695403717523112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8914695403717523112' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8914695403717523112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8914695403717523112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-viii.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part VIII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-6422379287062026357</id><published>2007-02-14T00:33:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-09-16T19:53:06.866+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death - Part VII</title><content type='html'>Ravi knew that her anger might be due to his extra interest in her private life and not much more.He was a little ashamed for being a bit too expressive about his surprise over her love life. But he quickly gathered himself to carry on with the job at hand.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh...so ..your brother had a tussle with the guy??"&lt;br /&gt;After a bit of a silence Pooja started. It looked as if she was framing her words in her mind to get it right.&lt;br /&gt;"this happened some one month  back. My parents had started looking for a guy for my marriage when I told about Rishi to my parents and bhaiya. I had to."&lt;br /&gt;Ravi raised his eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;"Rishi is the name of my boyfriend"she added coldly as she noticed it and continued on.&lt;br /&gt;"Bhaiya wasn't very happy with him right from the beginning and wanted to meet him,talk to him.So I gave him Rishi's number.I do not know what they talked but it didn't go very well. The next weekend bhaiya came home from Bangalore and went out to meet Rishi. He had not told me about the meeting and even Rishi hadn't told me about it and I knew about it only when he came back that day. There had been some problem during their meeting and in the end they had come to blows and had to be separated by people around them. After coming home, Bhaiya was walking around the house like an injured lion and repeatedly told me to forget Rishi. I didn't argue much as I could see that he was pretty angry.He said Rishi was not the right person but he refused to say what went wrong. Rishi does not want to talk about it and he gets furious whenever I ask about this and just tells me 'your bhaiya is an idiot'.Upon this I get angry and we stop talking."&lt;br /&gt;"where was Rishi and what was he doing when you brother was dead??"questioned Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;That added fuel to the already fuming eyes of Pooja.&lt;br /&gt;"He was in Mumbai only at that time.Listen!!! there is absolutely no connection between my boy friend and my brother's death. Iam dead sure about that. Agreed there were a few problems but Iam sure he wouldn't have done anything to hurt my brother" the words came out like a bullet. It was clearly evident that she was upset and also fairly angry over the turn of events. She was breathing heavily and in the end she looked away as if she was disgusted with Ravi and didn't want to talk to him anymore. It looked as if she would slowly end up crying.&lt;br /&gt;Rahul wasn't very happy to see his daughter getting upset. He stroked her hair with his trembling old hands as he said" cool down beti.Iam sure Ravi is not going to doubt Rishi"&lt;br /&gt;Then he let out a deep sigh and said "I don't know who laid the vicious eyes of jealousy on our happy family. This place used to echo with fun and laughter. Now it is sounding like a graveyard filled with the sound of wails and weeping. Things had never been the same ever since that demon entered lives and left with trails of confusion and tears."&lt;br /&gt;Now Ravi was really listening to each and every word of what the old man said.&lt;br /&gt;"You mean..."he queried&lt;br /&gt;There was another deep sigh from the old man."That's a very long story young man.".he said and then he rearranged his seating position to make himself comfortable and continued.&lt;br /&gt;"This happened fair amount of time back,Vilas was in final year of his college when the neighboring lady told my wife that she spotted Vilas with some girl in a movie theatre. At first we didn't believe her. We never thought our kid could do such a thing but the lady was adamant so we decided to ask him.&lt;br /&gt;"That evening when he came home we confronted him with the question.Though he denied at first he agreed after we asked him repeatedly. He said her name was Keerthana and he was in love with her and wanted to marry her. We couldn't believe it. Nothing like that had ever happened in our family,on top of that the girl was not the same caste as ours. How can a guy's mind go so crazy. We were livid and made it  absolutely clear that we would have none of it but he was adamant and was not ready to let go of  her. This continued on for a fairly long time and he used to roam around with her until he got the job in the IT company.When we knew he had to go to Bangalore, we were sad about having to part with our beloved son,but we were happy over the fact that the separation will help him forget that girl and get back to his senses.&lt;br /&gt;"He was aware of that fact and fought with us day and night in the last days before his travel, to somehow make us agree to his affair. We just couldn't do it. Even if we were to agree for him,what would the world say?? I have a daughter to be married to someone.How will she get a groom if the world come to know that her brother is married to someone from another caste. That was the main reason that prevented us from agreeing right till the end .We told him very clearly that we cant agree and that's the final decision.Then he went to Bangalore.He never talked about this issue after that. Life was never the same again. He was not the same old laughing and childish Vilas. He was always very moody and talked as if he had no interest in life. We thought its just the initial reaction for having separated from the girl and he will slowly get back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;"But before things can get to that this girl broke another story of love and all that crazy stuff.I simply cant understand whats wrong with the youngsters these days! It's the love that wreaking havoc in people's lives." The old man ranted on until he was stopped by a dry cough.&lt;br /&gt;"Papa." Pooja attended to her old dad and brought water from the dining table.&lt;br /&gt;"So you never contacted that girl...uh..that keerthana anytime"Ravi asked&lt;br /&gt;"No no why would we ever do such things?? We never encouraged him to meet her too.Just that he never listened to us.Now his sister is also following the tradition and is not listening to us ,though we have been telling her not to meet that Rishi" the old man replied.Upon this Pooja leant back in her seat and folded her hands as a clear sign of defiance."&lt;br /&gt;"Hmmmmmm..Do you think your son might have killed himself due to the heartbreak??" Ravi had to ask this question.&lt;br /&gt;"Chi Chi!!Bhaiya would never do such a thing.He is a very level headed and courageous man. I cant even believe that he could have even commited suicide.If at all he committed suicide for her,why would he do that 6 months after he left her??" Pooja replied as the old man started coughing again.&lt;br /&gt;"Excuse me ,but I think my dad would need some rest now.He has been having pretty rough days lately"so saying she stood up to help her dad get up.&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ya.I probably should be moving now too..I am really really thankful..by the way,Miss.Pooja,I would like to get some contacts from you"&lt;br /&gt;"Oh ok,Please wait,I shall lay my dad to rest and be back" she said as the old man got up.&lt;br /&gt;"Take care young man..and spare no means to find out the mystery behind my son's death"the old man mumbled as he got up.&lt;br /&gt;"I assure you I will do my best Sir"Ravi stood up in respect and watched the old go back to his room,guided by Pooja.&lt;br /&gt;Pooja came back after a few minutes.&lt;br /&gt;"Miss.Pooja would you be able to get that Keerthana's number"&lt;br /&gt;She raised her eyebrows and said "Why do you want you reopen closed stories !!..Hmm I think I saw her number somewhere in bhaiya's old phone book.hang on"&lt;br /&gt;She went in and returned with a number.He noted it down.&lt;br /&gt;"And..uh.......can I have your boy friend's number??" Ravi was half afraid that she would yell at him when he said that.&lt;br /&gt;"Would you leave him out of this???Iam sure he has nothing to do with this"&lt;br /&gt;"If you are so sure that he is not part of this ,then you shouldn't be worried about me having a small chat with him" he replied assertively ,yet politely.&lt;br /&gt;She stared him real hard as she pulled out her mobile from her bag and dictated the number to him.Ravi noted down the number and got up.&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you so much Miss.Pooja,I really appreciate the help"so saying he moved towards the door.&lt;br /&gt;"hmm!" was all the sound,that came from Pooja. No smile,no greeting,no other acknowledgement of any kind.&lt;br /&gt;Ravi stepped out of the door and said "Good bye Miss.Pooja"&lt;br /&gt;"Take care Mr.Ravi"she replied without a smile with the same cold voice and glare intact.&lt;br /&gt;He climbed down the stairs as he heard the noise of the door closing behind him. He wasn't sure how to proceed in the case and was getting more and more confused as he recalled the meeting scene by scene.As he reached the hotel he had decided to give a call to Keerthana and carry on depending on how the call goes. He wasn't even a trifle sure as to whether he was proceeding in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-ix.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part IX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-6422379287062026357?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/6422379287062026357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=6422379287062026357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6422379287062026357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/6422379287062026357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-vii.html' title='Deal Unto Death - Part VII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8012978380047551192</id><published>2007-02-12T04:54:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:37:14.488+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was well past 1oclock in the afternoon when  Ravi woke up. For a few minutes he was just sitting there, rubbing his eyes as  his numb mind was finding its way back to reality. Then he frantically looked  for his watch which he had placed on the table. He got up with a jerk as he  realized he needed to get ready to meet Vilas’ family. He quickly got into the  shower and dressed himself before venturing out into the hot sun. He reached the  railway station and took a ticket to Mulund. He had never been on an electric  train before and was excited as he was waiting for the train. After a while  there was noise of the train coming with a loud horn and he leaned a bit and  peered at the direction from where the train was supposed to come, only to be  startled by the vibration and sound of the train entering the station on the  other end. He smiled at his silliness and watched as the people converged to get  in to the train. As he was watching it there was a gush of air and the train in  his platform rushed in to stop gradually. Soon people were rushing towards the  entrance with a strange mix of orderly chaos. He followed the crowd and pushed  himself into the compartment just as everybody else. As he stood in the cramped  space he listened to the rhythmic beat of the electric train and bent down to  take a peek at the city of Mumbai through the windows.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;At every station he tried hard to catch the name  board speeding past through the window to ascertain the place. As he was moving  up and down at each station trying to catch a glimpse,the guy standing next to  him asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Where do you want to go..???”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Mulund”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“huh???”,the guy couldn’t hear as his voice was  washed away by the noise of the train.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I said MULUND”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“two more stops away,will let you when it  arrives”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh!! Ok thanks” he thanked the guy and started  breathing easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Then he looked around at the people from different  walks of life waiting patiently for their stations to arrive. After a few  minutes the guy next to him intimated that the next station is going to be  Mulund.He thanked that guy and got down the train &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;He stepped out of the station and breathed in the  fresh leash of air. He looked into the address which he had written in a piece  of paper and started finding the place. He reached the place after roaming  around for some fifteen minutes. He looked at his watch and was happy to know  that he wasn’t late. It was a 3 storied apartment complex and in the ground  floor there was a board indicating the door number of each of the tenant. He  located Mr.Rahul Achrekar in the board and climbed up the stairs to reach the  second floor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;After confirming that he had reached the right  home ,he knocked at the door. After a couple of seconds ,the door opened and a  young gal in her early twenties stood on the other side of the door. She looked  very pale and weak and was not wearing any bindi. There was unmistakable grief  but that didn’t diminish the confidence and strength displayed in her plain  face. Her beauty was an odd mix of fragility and reassurance which left the  person in front of her to forget what they wanted to say when they saw her  first.She was wearing a pale churidhar and was wearing spectacles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ravi couldn’t speak for a couple seconds  before he gathered himself to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Hi,this is Ravi…You are Pooja I suppose.We talked  today morning”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Oh ya… please come in” she released the door  chain and let him in.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;It was a fairly old home with the paint fading  away and a strange dark layer forming over the walls taking away the sheen and  brightness of the rooms.As he was looking around the place he heard Pooja  saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Please be seated,I will be back.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ravi smiled and sat on the sofa as he  started looking around the hall and the various showpieces kept on the  showcase.After a while she returned with an old man who looked like he was in  his late fifties. His walk was not very steady and he looked as if he was very  strongly hit by something.Ravi stood as the old man neared the sofa. Mr.Rahul  joined his hands for a traditional namasthe and asked him to be seated. Pooja  sat in the adjacent sofa . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You had any problems finding the place” Rahul  enquired.His words were slow and calm.Ravi realized where his daughter had got  the talking style from.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“not much of a problem Sir,took a couple of wrong  turns but not much of a problem”Ravi replied.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What would you like to have ??  tea,coffee……..?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“No Sir..Iam fine”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“how abt a juice?? Pooja can you get some juice  for Mr.Ravi??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pooja simply nodded her head and went in to the  kitchen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Really,you don’t have to strain yourself so  much”Ravi refused for formality, though deep within he wanted a  drink.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“No strain at all” the old man replied and looked  back at the direction of the kitchen and then he continued “Pooja’s mom is  sleeping.She has been badly hit by the grief of losing her son and has spent  several sleepless nights crying. We are a pretty closely knit family and the  loss has been unbearable for all of us.So I decided not to disturb  her”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“That’s fine Sir.I understand “ Ravi said and was  wondering how to start asking the questions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“We never thought something like this could  happen. Our beta was the apple of our eye and we were hoping that he would carry  on the legacy of Achrekar family. He was very brilliant and studies and all. I  sometimes cannot understand what is God’s plans” suddenly his voice went low and  he was trying hard to control his tears. Still a few&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;tears  lingered on to his eyes. He wiped them off and asked”You got any leads about his  death?? What is the police saying??”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“hmm …not much sir…..we are still working on it  and I just wanted meet you so that I can hear whatever you have to  say??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“What is there to say now??? We had high hopes on  him!!Expected him to take on the family burden and relieve me from my  &lt;span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;duties.Thought he would get our beti married to some nice man in a  really grand fashion” he pointed on to Pooja as she entered the room with a  glass of juice on a plate.His voice grew soft as he spoke the last words showing  how deeply he was missing his son.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Uff papa ….how many times have I told you not to  worry about me” Pooja&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;chided as she handed over the juice to  Ravi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“I can understand how big a loss it is for your  family Sir” Ravi said as he sipped the juice.”Can you think of anything unusual  in his behaviour in recent times?? Anything out of the ordinary?”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Well!!! he was pretty tensed and angry most of  the times in the last few months. It all started ever since he had that  fight…..”the old man stopped abruptly and looked at Pooja,realizing that he  might have said something which he probably shouldn’t&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have  said.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“what happened ….”Ravi looked at Pooja and then at  Rahul “listen!! you can feel free to say everything, what you say might help me  find the reason behind your son’s death and i&lt;span&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;can assure you that  iam not going to use it for any other purpose”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Pooja let out a deep breath and said “Bhaiya had a  bit of a fight with my boy friend”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“You have a boy friend???” Ravi  exclaimed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;“Yes…!!!” Pooja stared at Ravi as if she wanted to  turn him into ashes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Ravi was a bit startled by her stare. He  knew he had touched upon a topic which was not exactly a favourite for Pooja. He  also knew he had got an interesting lead in the case.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;………….to be continued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-indent: 0.5in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h3 class="post-title"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-vii.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death - Part VII&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-8012978380047551192?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/8012978380047551192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=8012978380047551192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8012978380047551192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/8012978380047551192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-vi.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part VI'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4899885274008806776</id><published>2007-02-09T07:01:00.003+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:35:51.757+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part V</title><content type='html'>By the time Ravi left the campus he was sure that the answer to the riddle was lying hundreds miles away from Bangalore on the shores of Arabian sea,in the city of Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Meena and told her about the conversation with Raghav.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think I should go to Mumbai”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I shall go home,pack up some stuff and go to majestic”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You leaving today??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tonight”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You got tickets??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I will find something.bus,train something. There is never a question of whether something will be available, it only depends on how much you are willing to pay for it.You should probably be happy iam not asking for a flight ticket” he was smiling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Very funny!! You are not asking coz you know you are not gonna get it”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smiled a bit more as he heard the expected reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Iam not asking coz  I know its not that urgent,wouldn’t hesitate to ask if I felt the situation demands it!! Anyways!! Wish me luck”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wish you all the best.take some from me if you want”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“wouldn’t hesitate to ask if the situation demands! Ok bye”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“take care!! Call me once you reach Mumbai and if you need anywhere,anything,anytime”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“will do , good night”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He disconnected the call.Ravi had never been to Mumbai. The excitement of going to the business capital of India mixed with the possibility of finding a breakthrough in the case made him walk faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He reached home,packed his bag with essential items and few clothes.He made a copy of the case file and stuffed it into the bag . He went to majestic and checked out the train and bus ticket availability. After roaming about for while he landed in the office of one of the hundreds of travel agents strewn around the railway station. He got a ticket for a bus leaving for Mumbai that night though the charge was several times higher than normal rates.After some time the passengers for the bus in which was going were beckoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got a window seat but it was at the back of the bus and near to him was a middle aged guy who had a lot of pan in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“am shaary butsh can I haav dha windho seeth,I need thu shpill paan frhom thime thu thime” the guy requested Ravi while taking care not to spill out his saliva on Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi immediately got out letting him take the seat while ruing his bad luck. After a while the bus started and the guy next to him was preparing to sleep.Thankfully there was no pan in his mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“boss!! How long does it take to for the bus to reach Mumbai”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“around 14-15 hours!! Normally!! But it might take longer too” he replied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Damn” sighed Ravi. He knew its going be a really long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bus dropped him in Dadar at the wee hours of the morning. His heart was jubilant on landing on a new place and he couldn’t control his heart as it jumped to see the famous landmarks in Mumbai.His nostrils were filled with the freshness of morning air and rejuvenated him with the liberal dosage of Mumbai spirit which it was carrying. He walked with a stride though he had been traveling for a really long time. He ignored the taxiwallahs and two other people who offered him to take to a hotel to stay. He had already made up his mind as to where to stay as he had already got the contacts of a decent hotel to stay from a friend before he left Bangalore.He reached that hotel and was guided to his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He freshened up and called meena to inform that he had reached safely and then he went out to have breakfast.After coming back,he opened up the case file to locate the number and made a call to Vilas’s home. Somebody picked up after four rings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hello” it was lady voice. Sounded like someone in her twenties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi !! this is Ravi from Bangalore. Iam from Meena detective agency …uh I just landed here regarding the investigation over the death of Mr.Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence on the other end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What can I do for you” the voice said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was wondering if I could meet someone from the family to get some more information….umm…….May I know who is speaking”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again there was fair bit of silence on the other end.Looked like the person was thinking a lot before spelling out each word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This is Pooja! Vilas’ sister.What do you want from us”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I …..I was just wondering whether I can have a meeting with you guys……you know……just having a small chat….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a sound of a deep breath on the other side following which Pooja  continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Listen!!! We are pretty down and depressed right now and my parents……….” There was a brief pause and it sounded like she was trying to control herself from breaking down.”they have lost their only son..only now they are trying to come to grips of the situation. Why do you want to disturb us”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Madam!!I totally understand how extremely painful time it is for you right now…I really do……….I am sorry but aren’t you interested to know why your brother had to meet such a tragic end??...I am really sorry for having to bother you this way but…….but I really think a meeting with you would help me find out why your brother died.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooja took a couple of minutes and said”I do not know how my parents can take this!! When do you want to come”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How about today after noon around 3?? I wont take too much of your time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok….But please bear in mind that my parents are under a lot of pain right now. I would appreciate if you could consider their state of mind during your visit.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am fully aware of that and I will make all efforts to make sure I don’t hurt their feelings as much as possible”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thanks”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Thank you so much, meet you at 3”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conversation ended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After switching off his mobile he was sitting on the bed visualizing the meeting and his conversation. He knew he had to do a lot of homework and prepare his mind to handle these people without hurting their sentiments. But before that he was dead tired due to the long bus trip he had taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He just lied on the floor trying to imagine how vilas’ parents would look like and was trying to fix a face to the voice of Pooja. He closed his eyes trying to guess various scenarios that could have happened in Vilas’ life leading upto his death. Soon he fell asleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;…………..to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-vi.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a set="yes" href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-vi.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part VI&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4899885274008806776?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4899885274008806776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4899885274008806776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4899885274008806776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4899885274008806776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-v.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part V'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-1537194733156338810</id><published>2007-02-09T07:01:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:35:20.541+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part IV</title><content type='html'>Ravi’s master plan to beat the hosur road traffic by going in the evening bore little fruit as he was stuck in heavy traffic anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he was moving inch by inch towards electronic city he was thinking what kind of questions to ask Vilas’ manager. He didn’t even know what kind of guy he might turn out to be. But the rich experience he had acquired by meeting people in his profession had given him enough confidence. Also he couldn’t help thinking about Vilas. What kind of guy was he?? Is he the crazy unstable guy as described by kishore?? Is he the eternal cribber, not happy about anything around him,getting depressed over everything and anything?? Or is there something more to him than what meets the eye. Was he plagued by the stress in his professional life or was it his personal life that drove him to suicide. He had almost missed the electronic city bus stop as he was lost in these thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got down the bus and crossed the road. He went to the gate and a security personnel came up to him. He told the security personnel that he wanted to meet an employee in that company. After a bit of argument,the personnel referred him to the security head. Ravi reasoned with the security chief who called Vilas’ manager and asked him whether he would be interested to meet Ravi and told him the purpose of his visit. After a bit of silence Vilas’ manager agreed to see him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We usually don’t let such visits from strangers Sir but we will let you through this time. Hereafter please plan your visits outside the campus” the chief told in a stern voice with an expression which oddly resembled like a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi was given a visitor’s ID card and was instructed to go to one of the buildings in the sprawling campus. He spotted the building which looked like it was made purely of glass without any solid frame and entered into it to meet another security guard who also served as a receptionist for the building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I want to meet..Uh….Raghav.. this is his number” he gave the piece of paper which  was given to him in the security check point.The guy at the desk called the number and told Raghav that someone is there to meet. After disconnecting the line he said.”He is on his way sir, you can sit there while you wait.” So saying he pointed to a set of furniture placed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thanked the receptionist and sat on the sofa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some 5-10 minutes a bespectacled gentleman who looked like he was in his late thirties,climbed down the stairs and walked up to Ravi.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi…….you must be Ravi……Iam Raghav”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi , Iam Ravi from Meena detective agencies. I am here as a part of an investigation on the ………uh………death of your colleague Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh….ya ….sad thing!! He was …uh…bright chap…. Mr.Ravi, Do you mind if we talked about this in the cafeteria. Its time for my tea break which I usually take at this time everyday”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sure no problems!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon both the guys were walking towards one of the food courts in the office campus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How is he like??I mean vilas??” Ravi asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well…pretty bright chap…was a bit and immature…needed some cool head then and there!! Otherwise pretty … pretty..you know….useful”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi was just little taken aback by the usage of the term “useful”, but he continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did you happen to have any kind of misunderstanding or any issues with Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well…….ours is a demanding client and the project pretty challenging…I got to say Vilas was not upto it !! attitude wise and he had problems trying to cope up with ……you know…..the pressure and all that.And….we had quite a few heated discussions a few times when he used to get pretty much over the top…you know what iam saying??....”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time they had reached the canteen. Raghav ordered a cup of tea and some light snack and offered to buy something for Ravi. Ravi declined it saying he didn’t feel like having anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come on man,the tea is pretty good here”Raghav insisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi thought for a while and said”On second thoughts , I think I will have just tea”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raghav ordered a tea and they found a place after getting their orders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So where was I” Raghav started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I think you were saying something about project pressure or something”Ravi said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh Ya..Like I was saying..This is pretty interesting job you know!! Interesting and challenging..but if you are not up to it,it can really get to you!!And this guy!! It looked he had some kinda personal problems as well!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“personal problems???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ya….he used to get some calls every now and then on his mobile and he would just disappear …and he would come back after a really long time……..you know what iam saying…….”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi wasn’t very sure what he was saying.So he raised his left eyebrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean…..this guy…he always wanted to go back to Mumbai or pune or whatever…somewhere close to his home..and  was really pushing me for a transfer…I told him about the project and all but he never listened…..”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Someone wanting to have a workplace near home is not such an unusual thing”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I know but……trust me I have been in this business for a while…and have seen people wanting to go back home and all……..I mean this guy… there was something to it…May be its just me but…..You know..something wasn’t normal.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How was his relationship with other team members”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was pretty cool..you know…professional and all…and pretty good in communication and all…”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“was there..uh anybody in your team?? Any gal with whom he had any special relationship”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“sorry dude!! There are no gals in the team…may be that’s why he hung himself.Ha ha ha” so saying he started laughing out loud.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi let out a half laugh though he didn’t find the comment all that much funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then Raghav looked at his watch and said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh shit…listen man… I got a meeting for which I really got to go now…uh… you can call me ,if you really need something…and……”,he opened up his wallet as he was speaking and drew out a business card.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh sure ,Thanks !! I got to say that I really appreciate your time”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hey no problems!! All the best” so saying he left the table and started walking briskly towards his building.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi sat there for some more time finishing off his tea. He was in a deep thought. He was trying to assess how genuine Raghav was. Was he telling the truth or was he trying to put him off track. Ravi knew he had one sure shot way to find that out. He knew he had to go to Mumbai.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued………….  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-v.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part V&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-1537194733156338810?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/1537194733156338810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=1537194733156338810' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1537194733156338810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/1537194733156338810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-iv.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part IV'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-3669313792663960147</id><published>2007-02-09T07:00:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:34:39.456+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part III</title><content type='html'>“Let me start with expressing how sorry Iam about the loss of your room mate” Ravi started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ya….it was …….sad” Venu replied with an expressionless face.Kishore turned away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the time Ajay pulled in a chair that was placed before a computer table from one of the bedrooms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Please take your seat. Sorry,we don’t have much of a furniture” he exclaimed as he pointed the chair with an outstretched palm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No problems man,I can sit down” so saying Ravi sat on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the formalistically dictated small talk Ravi got to the point straightaway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;         “So!! What kinda guy is this Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, .. you know.. he was a normal guy…”Ajay replied with elongated words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How did you get to know him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I was looking for a place to stay and had posted an ad in my company’s bulletin board. Vilas replied to me saying that a place was available for 2 people. We went together to have a look and didn’t like the place and ended up here after visiting couple of other places”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How long you guys have been here??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“”Well!! Around 7-8 months I think,lemme see….. I have been here from” he looked like he was calculating something in his mind,then he said” oh yes!! 7 .5 months”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now Ravi turned to Kishore and Venu and asked “How is he like! I mean Vilas”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kishore folded his hands and Venu started” well he was…you know.kinda reserved sometimes…kept a lot to himself..never opened up much at times.Used to have long and loud conversations inside locked room.But never told us anything.He is the kind of guy who likes to have the last word!! You know what I am saying”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi nodded his head as if he could understand what Venu was trying to say.Then he asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Was there any problem whatsoever with him at any point of time.You know !! any misunderstanding or anything of the sort”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both the guys’ heads involuntarily turned a little towards Kishore  before they could get it under control. Kishore was looking more restless ever before he couldn’t take it any longer and he burst out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well I seriously don’t want to disrespect a dead guy and all that crap.But with all due respect, the guy can be a real pain in the …..neck.You know what I am saying”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi nodded his head as he listened to Kishore carefully.Kishore continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean!! He is a total idiot.He wanted to argue about everything,he wanted to always prove that he was the biggest smart ass in the world…he can really get on somebody’s nerve!!! Like the other day when I had to slap him”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You hit him???”Ravi replied as he tried to control his surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I mean…I didn’t hit him..in the real sense…he was pretty pissed off by a bad appraisal…we all were pissed off with our own,but he went about ….maaaaaaaan this…..maaaaaaaaan that and I was like….shut up…….but he didn’t shut up and was pissing me off big time and I told him one last time and he didn’t listen!!! Well what do you expect?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So you hit him??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well it was just kinda friendly blow ..it kinda landed at the back of his neck!! Nothing serious” he tried to calm down now but there was a deep realization in him that probably he had spoken too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other two guys were watching as if they had seen a ghost as Ravi asked calmly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What did he do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He was trying to hit back at me like an idiot but I  fended him off .crazy guy…was pushing at me like a mad man…the other guys separated us!!we haven’t been speaking with each other from then”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“When did this happen??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hmmmmmm .. probably a week”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hmmm okai!!”Ravi made a mental note of the incident. And then he queried.”He had a bad appraisal did you say??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh ya!!! Saala!! Was cribbing abt it day and night right till the last day!!! I am sorry!! I don’t want to sound too insensitive and all but we there was no love lost between us coz we never had much to begin with”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmm so he had issues in his work place??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ya he used to rant about his work and how he was being mistreated and all that crap. Used to have major fight with his manager every now and then.I think he had fought with his manager even some couple of days before he died.isnt it guys??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venu and Ajay nodded thoughtfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“hmm!! Was there anything else that bothered him lately??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“well the guy was dejected about something or the other all the time. used to be pretty depressed after all those long conversations he had behind closed doors.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few more questions Ravi left the place after noting down the name of Vilas’s manager. He met the land lord of the house on his way down. The house owner was a 60 year old man with a permanent bewildered look on his face and talked as if he was going to be arrested anytime. There was nothing much he could gather from him and in the end he was only happy to leave the place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had tea in a road side shop as he was returning and tried to involve in a small talk with shop owner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Seems that there had been crime in that house” he pointed over to Vilas’ home as he sipped the hot tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“yes sir I also saw a lot of police few days back”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what happened??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I dunno sir!! Some guy hung himself”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh really,what happened???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“some problem sir!! These crazy IT youngsters!! I sometimes wonder why haven’t they all committed suicide yet. They work day and night like ghosts and roam day and night and wash away all the hard earned money. all misguided!!lesser said the better,I hope you are not one of them” the shopkeeper said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No iam not how did you know??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“for once you were not lost in thought ,all these IT people are always lost” he leered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ha ha!! So did you notice something ,someone suspicious on the day of the crime??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“what can I say sir!! Thousands of people come and go every second,I wont remember even you if you come back to my shop after 5 mins!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“ha ha” Ravi gave out a chuckle and finished off his tea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He paid the shopkeeper and walked back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He called Meena on his walk back and told her about the meeting he just had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I guess we can rule out these guys here!!” he said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“mmm ….. You are not thinking!! You can never rule out anyone. too early… how are you planning to proceed??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Am planning to meet that manager tomorrow”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The manager…you think that is necessary???”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can never rule out anyone…too early”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ok smart guy!!! All the best!! Good night”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good night” he disconnected the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As he moved on there was only one line that was running in his mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You can never rule out anyone”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;………………to be continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-iv.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-3669313792663960147?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/3669313792663960147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=3669313792663960147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3669313792663960147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3669313792663960147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-iii.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part III'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-9161275681983177231</id><published>2007-02-09T06:59:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:33:52.698+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death – Part II</title><content type='html'>It was well over 6:30 pm when Ravi was walking through the busy streets of BTM 16th main. The slightly cold breeze enthused him further more as he walked briskly, looking at the note that contained the address from time to time. Ravi had been through this a lot of times. It’s the enthusiasm and the undying spirit which had been instrumental in him solving all the cases ever since he tagged along with Meena when she started her new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the third son of a rich rice mill owner in one of the rural pockets of Vijayawada. His mom had died when he was very young and he never had close relationship either with his dad or his brothers.He was never into studies right from childhood and spent most of his time playing with his friends and generally roaming about the place. But both his brothers were very studious and had gone on to study masters in US after topping every class they had studied in. So he was often compared with his brothers and was often rebuked for his irresponsibility and laziness. That only made him more averse towards studies. He just made it off the metric and fared only a bit better in his higher secondary. His dad made sure he got into one of those fly-by-night engineering colleges in chennai hoping that somehow he shall catch interest and excel in studies just like his brothers did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ravi hated the engineering college right from the word go. He hated the subjects, he hated the poor infrastructure of the college, he hated the new friends and seniors and most of all he hated the ridiculously strict college authorities. He used to call his dad and literally beg him to take him back from there, but his dad would just ask him to stay on and face it like a man! He would go on for hours explaining how this is a crucial phase in his life and how a bit of hard work and tolerance would go a long way in determining the future. But after 4 and half months he could take more of it. He set off to Bangalore to his aunt’s place vowing never to come back again. His aunt and uncle were shocked and wanted him to go back to Chennai and continue his studies, but he didn’t budge. When his dad was informed of his runaway from college,he was livid and immediately traveled to Bangalore. In the following few days the bitter quarrel,confounded by the immaturity of the son who had just crossed teenage took its toll and the relationship between the father and son got strained more than the point of repair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi’s dad almost disowned him and went back to Vijayawada broken hearted. After dilly dallying with various small jobs and pursuits Ravi joined the detective agency where Meena was working. He knew he was in the right place the day he joined. The challenge of solving puzzling deadlocks and getting dangerously close to criminals turned him on as he enthusiastically took part in the investigations. Meena was a perfect mentor and Ravi blossomed as a smart and reliable investigator under her able guidance. So when she opened up her own company not one soul was surprised as he left the current job and followed her to the new company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had seen the ups and downs of the company along with his boss. He had been with her staring at the corners when the cases were less during the initial days and been with her with impossible cases which needed great analysis and patience. Their relationship was strengthened by mutual admiration and respect. She was more like an elder sister than a boss and had been there all through his good and bad times. she had been his moral and emotional support when he had been down and had given him the love and care which he would have got from his mother, had she not died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She used to counsel him and motivate him when he had a love failure during the days of his older company. He had loved a girl with all his heart and the girl had too had shown interest in him but in the end she left the company and the city as she got married to somebody else. He was totally down and out and it was Meena who had nursed him back to his mental health. He never told about his love to anybody else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After walking for some ten fifteen minutes in the main road he took a turn taking him to side street with markedly lesser crowd and traffic. He reached the house number mentioned in the address and looked up to see a 2 storied house. It looked like the house was separated into portions that were rented out to various parties. He climbed up the stairs to reach the first floor where the guys were staying. He could hear some loud voices even as he neared the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After making sure that he had reached the right house he knocked on the door. The voices stopped inside and after a brief silence which lasted more than he had anticipated the door opened. A bespectacled and frail guy who stood on the other side of the half opened door and with a nervous look enquired,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“yes..??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi I am Ravi , investigator from Meena detective agency. Am here for a crime investigation. Um…….mind if I come in??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Uh…Oh sure! Please come in” the guy replied and opened the door wider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi entered into a fairly huge hall cluttered with haphazardly strewn foot wear near the door. There was a small TV in one corner with shabbily connected cable wires and there were newspapers randomly lying around on the floor. There was a shelf which contained some papers and some other daily use articles. As he entered he could see two other people in the room . One guy was just wearing a baniyan and was getting up as he saw Ravi coming in. The other guy was sitting on the floor and turned at the door as he heard him enter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi……mmm ..Iam Ajay…. Please don’t bother the house..it needs cleaning up…you know…….bachelors place” the frail looking guy exclaimed with a  broken smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I understand…..My place aint so better than this….I got to admit” Ravi smiled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“By the way,this is kishore and this is Venu…”Ajay pointed to the two other guys who were in the room.”there are Rajesh and santosh.. But they haven’t come back from office yet.” He continued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi smiled at them and let out a friendly Hi at them. They reciprocated with a confused look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Guys this is …uh..Ravi”he looked at Ravi for approval as he said that and continued “he is from some detective agency…. For …uh….investigating a case” Ajay said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hi guys…how are you doing” Ravi wanted to break some ice before he can start with the questions, but the guys knew the purpose of his visit as can be seen from the uncomfortable expression on their faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Particularly there was an almost hostile expression in Kishore’s face. Ravi knew he had his job cut out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-iii.html"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part III&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-9161275681983177231?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/9161275681983177231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=9161275681983177231' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/9161275681983177231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/9161275681983177231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-ii.html' title='Deal Unto Death – Part II'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4356012366005736567</id><published>2007-02-09T06:58:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:33:07.859+05:30</updated><title type='text'>Deal Unto Death - part I</title><content type='html'>He thrust her more to himself and explored deep into her hazel eyes. Her pupils dilated and were flooded with love while her lips curved in anticipation. The hot breath from him tingled her soft skin as she gently twisted in his arms greatly increasing his heartbeat and pushing him to do something more. His hands gently moved over her body while……………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tring tring!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi was startled by the noise of the intercom that rudely tore in to the silence of the detective agency that stood on the quiet corners of koramangala. He banged the romantic novel that he was reading on the table with unhidden annoyance and picked up the receiver.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yes Madam” his voice was humbler than a Japanese bow without any traces of the irritation demonstrated by his hands ,couple of moments back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ravi ,come in. I need to talk to you” a clear and concise voice beckoned him in, followed by which the line was disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ravi replaced the receiver and casually trotted towards his boss’ room with a reasonable mixture of professionalism added in. He turned the knob of the door and after carefully making sure that his boss would have heard him coming, gradually pushed the door away from him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Come in Ravi” the lucid voice instructed as she continued to peer into the computer screen after a focused glance at the door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meena Kumari was in her early thirties and was a picture of confidence. Her age had never been guessed right as she had grown fair bit of white hair and she never made any effort to look young.  She was born in a conservative family as a second child to a chauvinistic village land lord. Her enthusiasm and free will never found her any fans in her family as she was regularly put in place by the high handed and loud methods of her dad. Her elder sister and mom could do little more than being mute spectators. After finishing her higher secondary she was asked to stop her studies in spite of her top grades and repeated pleadings. Soon after that she was married to a clerk in the civil services from city. Her married life was insignificant and normal and very little was expected out of her except taking care of household chores and being a obedient wife for her husband. After repeated quarrels with her husband she won the permission to study and completed her graduation through correspondence. Then she started studying masters in criminology inspired by the loads of crime novels she used to read, to while away the time. She even got in to a part time job as an office assistant in one of the detective agencies. Sadly the success in her professional life didn’t reflect in her personal life as her husband was never able to appreciate her academic pursuits. Moreover he wasn’t too happy about the fact that they never had children in spite of being married for years. That’s when she suspected that her husband was having an affair with another woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day her suspicion grew bigger until one day she set out to find out for herself. The spying techniques which she had gathered over the years helped as she caught her husband red handed. She promptly filed for divorce after a brief unsuccessful mediation attempt taken up by her parents .  Her dad immediately disowned her for her “unbalanced” and “thoughtless” decision but she never had any regrets. She got the divorce after a bit of courtroom drama ,speedened up by the fact that she didn’t stress too much on the settlement amount. She got a promotion in her detective agency as a detective agency as she was able to impress on her boss with her proven detective skills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gradually she was settling down in her single life emboldened by the masters degree in criminology. Her progress in the agency was pretty impressive as her commitment and intelligence complimented by the attitude and courage led quick and amazing results in hopeless cases. Ravi joined the agency as her assistant in the wee end of her career with the agency before she knew the time had come for her to start her own establishment. Thus started “Meena detective agency”, which had gained a decent name for itself in the 4 years since it had started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Sit down Ravi” she said and leaned back in her chair as she removed her spectacle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“We have got a case Ravi”,she continued after Ravi was comfortably placed in his seat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wow! That’s cool!! Whats the crime??” he leaned in front rubbing his hands in excitement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apparently a suicide,but our client does not think so. Even if it aint a murder we got to figure what was the motive” she took the copy of the file about the case and handed it over to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Who is the victim” he asked as he took the file and started opening it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Victim’s name is Vilas Achrekar.Some IT guy. Originally from Mumbai and working in one of the companies here”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He hung himself”he queried as he was looking at some photographs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Apparently!! He was found hanging in the hall of the three bed room apartment which he shared with five other room mates. As luck would have it none of them were in the house on that day. Two of them had gone to their hometown for the weekend,three others had gone outside for a movie and subsequent window shopping and had come back only late night.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Hmmm!!” he grunted as he was turning the pages and asked ”when did this happen??”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The autopsy says that he died around 6 in the evening.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Did anyone see anyone/anything fishy?” he added.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well!! If am gonna give you all the answers there is no God damn reason why I should hire you” she remarked as she leant back with a smile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ha ha..” he chuckled and got up with a spring “I will see what I can do”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I would like to see you solve the case” she remarked with a matter-of-fact tone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Wish me luck” he smiled as he got up from his seat and walked out of the room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“All the best! I know you can do it” she wished him as she watched him go out of the room before putting on her spectacles and turning to the monitor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Ravi came to his seat he wondered who could be the client who had contacted them to investigate the case. But knowing that Meena would have told him if she found it necessary to do so, he let that pass. The next few hours he was busy reading through the file, assimilating all possible information that he can gather from the file. Once he was done he couldn’t wait to get started. He noted down the address of the crime scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be continued………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;Deal Unto Death – Part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4356012366005736567?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4356012366005736567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4356012366005736567' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4356012366005736567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4356012366005736567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/deal-unto-death-part-i.html' title='Deal Unto Death - part I'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5646185424912959622</id><published>2007-02-05T08:31:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:46:21.529+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the game – part XI</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;It had been six months since Anil had got back to Chennai. After being rescued by the army helicopter Anil was able to locate the kid’s mother and his 3year old sister. His dad was still missing. A total of 147 people were missing by the fire accident that claimed the star cruiser “Virgin Princess”. Imran had been missing ever since and there was no information about Puja or Lakshmi. He had no other details about Puja except that her name was Puja and she had just finished her college education. None of their names were listed in the ship’s official list of passengers. For weeks Anil was running around the steps of various government agencies in the name of investigation. None of them were able to trust his statement about the mafia and its alleged influence in the world. Anil himself wasn’t sure as he didn’t have any other evidence except for what he heard from Lakshmi. In the end the authorities decided not to pursue on his claims and closed the file as a case fictitious memory due to acute stress. The mafia was silently monitoring all this and when they realized that they weren’t going to be investigated, they decided to leave Anil alone.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sekar, the onsite guy, was located back just hours after the plane carrying Imran and Anil had left Chennai. He laughed off the whole episode saying it was all an April fool joke!!! He was called back to offshore and Peter was sent onsite as a replacement.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil had become a sober and lonely man ever since. He rarely smiled and had become a calm and balanced person. He never reacted much for any happy or sad news and carried on with his work in a cool and composed manner.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One fine morning Sekar came to Anil’s desk with a young girl with him and said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hi Anil!!! Meet Miss.Malvika. She will be working with you in the team from today”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil looked up to see a pretty young girl smiling at him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He let out a small but refreshing smile and said ”Hi Iam Anil” and offered a hand shake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hi I am Malvika, Malvika Patel” the girl replied as she shook his hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Get a plan for KT ready and bring her up to speed. We are looking at having her as a resource for the future. Ok , I gotta go now. Welcome to the team Malvika” so saying Sekar went back to his place.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Please take your seat” Anil pointed to the nearby chair.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She sat down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So Malvika is your official name?? And they call you Puja at home??“asked Anil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yes! And you can call me Puja itself” she replied and suddenly her eyes got fixed at Imran’s photo that was kept near the monitor.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where is Imran” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“He has been missing since the fire accident”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“what?????why……..I mean.. what happened??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s a big story!! Hey why didn’t you contact me ?? what happened after you reached Chennai”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That’s another biiiiiiiiiiig  story. Hey why don’t we go to the food court??? Needless to say you have got to pay”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That can happen on only one condition”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She looked into his eyes and raised her eyebrows.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You should promise that you would let me pay for the rest of our lives,” he told her as he looked at her with expectation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;She smiled gently as she peered into his naughty eyes and said. “Sure”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He smiled at her and they both walked to the food court engrossed in conversation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Needless to say there was never a dull moment in Anil’s life after that. Anil stopped complaining about his life and started accepting the pains and pleasures it had to offer. He has learnt that it’s a game and penalties and goals are a part of it. Dwelling too much into either of it would take the fun out of the game. All you can do is take whatever comes, into your stride and to strive harder for the next try. Because no matter what happens its &lt;b&gt;all in the game.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The End. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5646185424912959622?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5646185424912959622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5646185424912959622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5646185424912959622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5646185424912959622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html' title='All in the game – part XI'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-4446561825809522833</id><published>2007-02-05T08:30:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:46:09.772+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the game – part X</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;As Anil consoled Puja, he looked up to Lakshmi and said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“Hello madam!! I never liked you right from the minute I saw you. Now that we are three and you are one you better surrender. Who knows, you might even get a better deal if you turn into an approver.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“You fool, you think I am alone in this ship??? Do you have any idea how many members of our group have mingled in the crowd?? We have our men in all steps of the social ladder. Do you think your government can jail us?? We have grown beyond governments. In fact governments from all around the world come begging to us to carry out assassinations and other large-scale destruction operations. Terrorist organizations, political parties, religious institutions and all sorts of other social groups are contacting us to carry out their dirty work. Even the plan to bomb this ship is to create large-scale casualties and to strain the relationship between &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and her neighbours. And also what do you mean by saying that you are three and I am one??I have just a puny little boy and a sissy girl in front of me” replied Lakshmi.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“I think you forgot Imran, Imran is no &lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Arnold&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt; but he can sure handle a lady when he knows that his friends need his help.” Responded Anil with a proud tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;On hearing this Lakshmi started laughing uncontrollably and sat on the bed. After controlling her laughter she said” will he help you?? You think he will help??? Let me flash you with breaking news buddy. Your friend Imran is a very smart man. He demanded to meet the captain the day you were interrogated and after recognizing the opportunity, decided to join with us. The plan was to plant the bomb with Imran helping me by keeping you pesky out of my way. Once the bomb is planted we shall lose you kids in the dancing floor and fly off in the chopper leaving you in dust.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Anil couldn’t believe his ears. “Imran would never do anything of that sort, would you Imran??” so saying he turned towards Imran.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Imran stood without any expression in his face. “I am afraid whatever she was saying is true. I met the captain and had a long chat with him on that day. It was only when I realized the enormity of their operations I decided to join them.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Anil still couldn’t believe it.“What am I hearing!!! What crap is this?? Don’t you see that these are the bad guys?? How can you decide to live a deceitful life deciding not to return to the real world??? How can you be so stupid as to choose the life of a criminal?? How can you do this Imran?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Imran replied to him calmly”You think the world out there is completely true, devoid of any injustice?? Morality is nothing but lack of opportunity. There is not one person in the world who wouldn’t dare to hurt others if he is assured that he can get away with it. Everyone is clinging on to the false mask of righteousness because they don’t have the guts to follow their hearts. Instead they roam around professing stupid stories of right and wrong while waiting for a chance to cheat others. I do not want to lead such a hypocritical life. In reality there is no such thing as right or wrong. One man’s right is another man’s wrong. At the end of the day its every man for himself and it doesn’t matter how it comes as long it keeps coming!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;As he was saying this, a loud siren started to sound and a revolving red light in the cabin started glowing. Imran looked around with concern as he exclaimed ”Oh my god!! It’s the fire alarm”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;He opened the door and looked out into the pathway. Then he turned inside the room and said, “ You guys wait here, I will get some info and be back “ so saying he stepped outside and started towards the bridge.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Anil exclaimed “Imran“ and opened the door to see which direction Imran had gone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;He felt a sharp pain at the back of his head and he pressed his palm on his head to realize there was blood oozing out of it. There was a loud scream from Puja and as He turned back,he could see that Lakshmi was holding the heavy wireless equipment in her hand with which she had hit Anil. He fell unconscious.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;When Anil woke up he could see Imran holding a glass with water in his hand. The fire siren had become louder and he could see confusion all around. People were running all over the place with a life jacket. He could figure out that everyone was running to the observation deck to escape through the life boat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;.”Anil !! are you alright???” Imran enquired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“Imran!! Imran ….you have joined the mafia?? Will you let me be killed??? Am I not your friend??” Anil muttered as he was still reeling in pain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“Come On Anil!! You know I wont do such a thing. I was just playing along with those guys to know their plans and to take stock of the situation. I couldn’t tell you because we were monitored all the while and whatever we spoke was being recorded. Now lets go”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“Where is Lakshmi?? What happened to Puja”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“As soon as I ran out of the cabin I was able to collect the information that a fire had started in one of the empty cabins and had spread rapidly as it was unnoticed. People were already rushing towards the life boat. So I came back to help you guys. I saw Puja running towards me. She said that Lakshmi had made you unconscious by hitting you with her wireless unit and had run away. Puja tried to wake you up. When that was not possible she came running in search of me. As the first of the life boats were taking only women and children,I got her seated in a life boat which set sail away from this ship. Hurry up the fire is spreading very rapidly”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Anil staggered to his legs and started to run with the crowd. By this time the fire had started taking its toll and the ship was beginning to sink very very slowly. Also the heat from the fire was getting unbearable. Anil was rushing with Imran holding him to keep him from falling down.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;As they reached the stairs to climb up to the Observation deck, there was a huge crowd blocking the stairs. Both men joined the crowd and started pushing into the crowd to climb upto the observation deck where the lifeboats were being lowered. Soon a huge crowd assembled behind them and there were shouts, pleads, threats and screams all around them. People were falling down and were getting stamped over by the crazy mob, which was trying to save itself from the unbearable heat of the fire. Soon Imran and Anil got separated as they got pulled into the crowd by the uncontrollable force of the crowd’s frenzy. As Anil climbed up the stairs along with the crowd he started looking out for &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Imran, but he was nowhere to be seen. The crowd was drifting him through the steps. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Soon he reached the observation deck and there was a full pitch battle between men as they tried to find a place in the lifeboats. One of the lifeboats got lowered with half the seats empty due to the confusion and urgency displayed by one of the men in the boat. Soon there was a major tussle between the men near the boat, which got lowered and the ones near the boat, which was to be lowered. As Anil was pushed to the boat he tried to stand still and look behind for Imran. All he could see was lot of angry faces but not Imran. As he was trying to locate Imran he fell into the lifeboat as the crowd pushed him from behind. Before he could recover half a dozen men jumped in to the boat. As he recovered he could see a 7-year-old kid crying helplessly behind him. He looked up to see the kid’s dad trying to make way and jump into the boat. But before he could do that the boat started going down. The kid started crying loudly and stood up and raised his hands, as he wanted to get out of the boat.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;After realizing that there was no way by which he could get into the boat , the kid’s dad started reassuring the kid.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;“Munnu beta!! Don’t worry; I shall be coming in the next boat. Don’t cry. You should take care of your sister and mom. The uncle near you would help you.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;Suddenly his eyes shifted towards Anil.”Sir,I beg you, please please please take care of my son. I will give you any amount of money you want, on second thoughts “he hurriedly fetched his wallets and threw bank notes into the boat. “Take this take this, please please help my son, I beg you”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;But by the time the boat had been lowered to a fair distance and none of the notes reached the boat. Instead they flew off and fell into the sea beneath. Anil put his arms around the kid’s shoulder to reassure him. The boat touched down onto the sea with a thud. Anil looked up at the ship. He could neither see the kid’s dad nor Imran. The fire had started engulfing the majority of the ship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;The army helicopter rescued anil and the kid, after they were marooned in the sea for close to five hours.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; text-decoration: none;color:navy;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;To be continued…………………..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoTitle" style="text-align: left;" align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;color:black;" &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-4446561825809522833?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/4446561825809522833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=4446561825809522833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4446561825809522833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/4446561825809522833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html' title='All in the game – part X'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-475223819266433357</id><published>2007-02-05T08:29:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:45:53.625+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the Game – part IX</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Virgin Princess” was the perfect destination for celebrities and other distinguished members of the affluent section of the society who want to take a break from their mundane life for a few days. It offered one most luxurious services in the industry and was known to be the most secretive of them all. All accommodations were outside cabins with full picture windows and private balconies. The staffs were trained to respect the privacy and leave their highfi visitors alone while they basked in the various luxuries the cruise had to offer. The ship even had a helipad enabling their customers to drop in through helicopters so that they can join the cruise in the middle. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;When the helicopter carrying Imran and others landed on the ship the four of them got down and was escorted to suites with all respect and élan. The guys had a one standard cabin booked for them and the girls occupied another. Both of their cabins were in the promenade deck. Puja was the most excited of all four to be in the cruise. No sooner she got into the cabin she started making plans by looking at the schedule that was given to her by the staff. But Lakshmi did not seem to share the excitement.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Whats the problem Lakshmi?? You are not looking very happy” Puja enquired.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“The ship is a lot closer to the shore than I thought,it will reach Chennai sooner than I thought” Lakshmi replied.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“But that’s a good thing isn’t it??” Puja asked in a doubtful tone.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Yeah but that leaves me with very little time to finish ……my..work” Lakshmi bit her lips.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Lakshmi ! can I ask you a favour???’&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;For which Lakshmi turned to her and nodded her head as if asking “what?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Can I please make a call my parents??? They would be worried a lot!! If I could just tell them that I am safe they will feel a lot better. Wouldn’t it be nice if I can just tell them that I will be back in Chennai in a few more days?”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Lakshmi came towards Puja.and gently hugged her ”Puja!! I understand how you feel, but you should understand that contacting your parents at this juncture should ruin the whole thing. That’s why I gave clear instructions to all three of you not to make any contact with anyone. Our organization is very powerful one and captain is a very angry man. If he realizes that you made any attempt to compromise our secrecy he will go mad. Just be patient for some more time. I have come here with the sole intention of getting you back to your place through the right channel. Till then just enjoy the cruise, have fun and be a good girl and soon you shall be back with your parents.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Puja nodded at her lightly and with a wry smile said “ok”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“That’s my girl” Lakshmi patted on her cheek and continued” Now take good rest and look around the ship with your friends, I have got some work to do”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Alright” said Puja as she got up from the bed.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The guys got into their room and got into casual clothing provided to them. After that Anil reclined to the bed and said.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Wow!!! What a life!!! There was a time when I thought there was not much happening in my life and now the only thing I want is some peace and quiet”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Peace and quiet or happenings at sight shall be at your control, if only you can hold your mind tight” replied Iman.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Ha ha!! Easier said than done man!!!” suddenly he got up and said.”hey tell you what ?I have got my doubts about this ‘Secret organization’”.He drew a virtual quotation marks as he spelt out the words “Secret Organization”.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Imran put his finger to his lips and then spelt out the sentence “we could be bugged” without making any sound.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Then he remarked ”Lets stop worrying about anything for a while, I am sick of problems and am gonna live it up in this luxury cruise when I get the chance. God knows if and when I would get another one.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“You got that right man, hey let me check out on Puja” so saying he called on the operator and got himself connected to Puja’s cabin. After a bit of a chat he replaced the receiver “It seems Lakshmi has got some work to do, but Puja will be coming. Let’s rock!!” so saying he started walking out swaying like a samba dancer!!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;They went to Puja’s room where they were joined by Puja. She was aptly dressed for the occasion and the three went up and down the various decks checking out the various facilities available in the ship.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They roamed around before settling down at the auditorium which had acrobatic show from renowned circus artists. Then they had a sumptuous dinner and then lost themselves in the dance floor which was in the observation deck. After that they indulged in various games with the fellow passengers before returning to the cabin at around 1.47am.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Puja knocked at the door and waited for Lakshmi to open. It took Lakshmi a long time to open the door. She apologized for the delay and said she was busy with some work. Puja was too tired to enquire she went straight to bed and soon fell asleep.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;The next morning Lakshmi was doing something with some machine setup. She was wearing a huge headphone and was having a having a rectangular microphone in her hand.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“This is Lakshmi speaking,do you copy? Over”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;There was some response from the other end.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Captain??captain this is Lakshmi”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Puja?? She is sleeping, she slept very late yesterday. I don’t think she will wake up anytime sooner. Also this is an emergency, so I got no choice. over”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“The mission needs to be aborted. I repeat, the mission needs to be aborted. Over”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“There is a lot lesser time than I had estimated and the security is too tight. I don’t have enough time to plant the bomb. I couldn’t even choose the right spot.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“what do you mean I got no choice??”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“I don’t care what you will do with these kids! I need an immediate pick up through the chopper”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“you cant just bark at me like that God damn it!! The mission needs to be aborted and that’s it!!!there simply isn’t enough time.I don’t give a damn about what you will do with them!! You can just shoot them off and have them thrown them to the sharks for all I care”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So saying she turned back to check out whether Puja was still sleeping.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;To her horror, she could see that Puja was staring at her in disbelief.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Damn!!! The girl is awake! I will contact you later”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;So saying Lakshmi slammed the microphone on to the holder.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“I can’t believe this!! How can you do this to us??” Puja demanded.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Just then there was a ring from the doorbell. Before Lakshmi could respond Puja ran up to the door and opened it. Anil and Imran were standing outside and they entered with Anil exclaiming “Surprise!!!”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Puja hid herself behind the guys as Lakshmi tried to reach out to her.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Anil this lady is not our friend. She has been planning to plant a bomb in this ship. Now the plan cannot be carried out, she wants to kill us and escape from the ship”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;“Hey hey, cool down . whats going on here?? I always knew something was fishy with this whole thing.don’t worry now that we are here, nothing bad will happen.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;Anil was visibly shaken by the sudden revelations.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;But Imran was not.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:black;"&gt;To be continued…………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-475223819266433357?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/475223819266433357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=475223819266433357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/475223819266433357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/475223819266433357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html' title='All in the Game – part IX'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-7205932256903701935</id><published>2007-02-05T08:27:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:51:32.125+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the Game – part VIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;The trio was locked in a small room measuring approximately 10x8. It looked like some kind of storeroom, which was sparsely used. There was dim light emanating out of a bulb, which looked like it would run out of brightness any moment.    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Where the hell are we??? Who are these people??”Anil was the first to speak out.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Be careful,this place could be bugged” replied Imran in a low voice as he looked around carefully.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The only bugs that can be present in this room can be roaches and anyway I don’t give a damn! I hate these ropes!!” so saying he tried to reach out for the ropes that were being tied to his hand the back. After trying unsuccessfully he turned over to Imran and said”hey Imran !! can you please bite these off my hands“&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I wonder why did they leave us tied up knowing fully well we can bite it off us in minutes” remarked Imran as he moved towards Anil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just then there was the sound of men approaching the room. After a while the door was opened and three men came into the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They untied the rope off the hands and took them to three separate rooms. There they were separately questioned for hours. In the end they were locked up in three separate rooms with a bed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They were given food after which all three of them slept for a night of peaceful sleep.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next morning the three were taken to the captain again. This time he looked a lot relaxed than they had seen him before.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hope you had a good night’s sleep kids” greeted the captain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We are not kids” Anil replied in a low voice which was not audible to anyone and then he continued to say” Oh yes sir, thank you so much. In fact the stupid interrogation had exhausted us enough to ensure a sound sleep, thank you”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“ha ha ha!!” the captain started laughing loudly and then said “ you have got a very good sense of humour kid!! I like it!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil responded with a smile with fakeness written all over it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok listen up!! I have got a very important thing to tell you. We have checked out and have found out that you guys are not spies!! But we can’t just let you go or take you to the authorities as that will compromise our secret identity”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The subordinate slowly nodded is head in approval and the captain continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But we have thought of an idea to get you back to your place. We will take you to the star cruise “Virgin princess” under the command of Lieutenant Lakshmi where you will await orders from her and shall be told the future course of action. We have made arrangements to get you to the proper authorities, who shall get you back to your homes without involving us anywhere. In return we expect you to forget all about us and this place and do not mention this to anyone for the rest of your lives, even to your spouses. Any situation that could compromise our identity shall be dealt severely.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You mean we can get back to our homes??wow!!!!!!!!!great great!!! I promise I would never tell this to anyone. Not even to my mom!!! You can count on my word“ Anil was visibly very excited as he said this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The captain looked at him as if he was looking at a Neanderthal and continued “let me have the pleasure of introducing lieutenant Lakshmi” so saying he signaled to one of the guards. The guard went out and retuned with a lady in her mid thirties. She was a fairly strong woman with above average height and was wearing khakis. Her hair was cut short like that of a man and the lack of excess fat indicted that she exercised daily. One would be very careful while dealing with her as her mannerism was such that it looked as if she was always on the lookout for punishing people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ha there you are !! This is Lakshmi! Lakshmi meet the kids I was talking about” the captain introduced as he pointed the trio with his open left palm.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lakshmi who was chewing a gum scanned them from top to bottom and replied “good” as she took her nonchalant sight away from them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Alright kids!! You can go now .The guards will help you get ready!! “ The captain said in a dismissive tone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil, Imran and Puja followed the guard with Anil turning back to have a one last look at Lakshmi before leaving the room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After making sure that they have left the room,Lakshmi thundered.”I asked for Decoys, not a bunch of puppies and what’s with this lieutenant thing anyway!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The captain who sounded authoritative in front of the trio sounded more like a tamed cat in front of Lakshmi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Now Lakshmi,you should understand this is the best we could find . These kids would do just fine for our requirement”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We are running a mafia, not a nursery and I need men who can distract the attention away from me, not a bunch pesky kids who would distract me from my work”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Its just for a short time, isn’t it?? I have all confidence in your abilities. All you have to do is to let them roam around the cruise so that they don’t disturb you in your work ,plant the bomb, lure the kids into attending the party ,give them a slip and get back here with our man . If everything goes according to our plan the bomb will go off killing hundreds along with these kids and we get our remaining amount. Its that simple. You should know how handy it is to have a scapegoat around. Remember what happened during our “Pattaya*” operation??anyway we shall be monitoring them all the while so that we will know if they try to act smart”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lakshmi seemed to be convinced by the explanation as she acknowledged with a thoughtful nod.”But I swear I shall just shoot these pests off my back if they turn out to be nuisance” so saying she got up from her chair.”Alright ,got to go now,got some preparations to do“.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok!!! All the very best. I hope you shall finish this mission with the same efficiency as you have completed our other missions.” The Captain remarked on a parting note.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When the trio returned to their respective rooms, they were asked to get ready within an hour.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They found a new set of clothes and other accessories on the bed. They washed themselves and wore the new clothes. Soon they were taken away through the thick jungle to a far away place, which they realized as a helipad as they neared it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It was situated very close to the ocean. There was a helicopter ready to climb up in the air with its blades rotating. Lakshmi was already seated inside. As soon as the three of them entered in it the chopper took off and soon it was crawling over the vast &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;Bay of  Bengal&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran pushed himself tight to the seat and as Anil was watching it with a smirk Puja enquired “Lakshmi where exactly are we going??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Lakshmi who was thoughtfully looking into the sea turned her head with a jerk and said ”huh???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I said where exactly are we going?” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We are going to the star cruise “Virgin princess” replied Lakshmi.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“”Virgin Princess”!! hmm tell you what? I like the name. So what “orders” can we expected from you once we reach there??” Anil  interrupted with a lighter tone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Orders?? Just eat,drink have fun and then have a peaceful rest!!” Lakshmi replied slowing down as she uttered the last words.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Even though Imran had his eyes closed, his lips let out an involuntary smile as he heard this. But nobody noticed it and the chopper got lost in the blue sky as it tore into the horizon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued…….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;*- a tourist spot in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;Thailand&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;.&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;color:navy;"   &gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-7205932256903701935?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/7205932256903701935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=7205932256903701935' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7205932256903701935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/7205932256903701935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html' title='All in the Game – part VIII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5497475131743858772</id><published>2007-02-05T08:23:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-04-29T08:37:49.461+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the Game – part VII</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Imran was too engrossed in pain to reply. He badly wanted to get his foot out of the trap mechanism. The more he tried the more difficult it looked. After a while Anil gave up with an expression of incompetence. Then Imran stopped and started looking around.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Anil!!! Bring that broken branch to me na please” Imran said.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil ran towards the dry piece of wood and brought it to Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran then tried to force open the trap by leveraging the wood in between. After what looked like moment of success the wood broke with a snap. The shoulders drooped.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just then they could hear someone approaching. Puja looked frightened. The last thing she wanted was getting stuck with a bunch of poachers. She quickly ran and hid herself behind Anil. Three men emerged from the wilderness. All three of them were wearing army camouflage uniforms and were carrying guns.  They looked totally surprised after seeing the three. Perhaps they were expecting to see some wild animal or some tribes stuck in the trap. Anil was the first to respond.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hi!! We are from &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Chennai&lt;/st1:city&gt;,  &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;!! Our plane was hijacked and then had crashed!! Now we are stuck in this jungle can you please help us free my friend from this trap.” he blurted as he waved his hand.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The three of them looked at themselves with a lot of questions in their eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“&lt;span style=""&gt;Hum Museebat mein hain&lt;/span&gt;, please hamari help keejiye na*!” Puja spoke out in a pleading tone&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of them who looked like a leader signaled something through his eyes for which one of the others went ahead to relieve Imran. The leader barked out,”You guys stay where you are”. Anil and Puja were taken aback as the third guy pointed the gun at them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon the trained hands of the man in the army uniform relieved Imran and then he stood up with his hands raised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You follow him”the leader commanded Puja and then he turned to Anil and said” you follow him” as he pointed Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon they were blindfolded and were given sticks which they had to hold to follow the uniformed men.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After some 15-20 mins of walking the three could feel that they were ushered into a room. They were asked to sit down on the floor and their hands were tied to their back. Since they were not sure whether they were alone, they didn’t speak anything.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while they were asked to follow and were taken to some other room, where the blindfold was removed from all of them and their hands were freed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;All three of them rubbed their eyes and looked around to scan the room. It looked like an office of some kind. They were standing in front of a table. On the other side were two men. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One was a hard and stubborn looking man in his late fifties. One could see the cruelty of war in his face and the pain of loss in his eyes. He had a fairly thick moustache and very well defined eyebrows. The lips looked like it had never stretched for a smile for centuries. The eyes were thoroughly scanning and was constantly analyzing and judging the subjects in front of him. He was seated erect and there was the pride of success in his chest, which looked muscular and strong despite being hidden by a shirt and an expensive suit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The second man who was standing to his right had softer features. He looked like he had just entered his fifties. His nose was a little blunt and also the hair on his face wasn’t very thick. He was wearing glasses through which two careful eyes peered on the three subjects standing in front of them. He was wearing a suit which was lighter in contrast and he looked a lot leaner. There was a constant smile in his face which was not very easily noticeable. It was easy to figure out that the man who was seated was the captain and the one who was standing was the subordinate.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Sorry for the welcoming party kids! But we are not so used to visitors” the captain started without any smile in his lips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We are not kids!!! And I demand to know why the hell were we held as captives.what is this place??” Anil replied with childish looking anger.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was cold stare from the captain, which took the breath away from Anil for a while. The smile from the sub ordinate grew a wee bit wider. After controlling his anger the captain continued ”You shouldn’t get so angry at such a young age kid!! This can lead into the kind of trouble, which you can’t even imagine.” He said that scornfully indicating fully well that it was a direct warning.” Are you aware that you have strayed into the classified territory of a top-secret organization working under the government of &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and are liable to be kept under detention without trial? We have reason to believe that you people are spies and we are well within our rights to search and interrogate you in the best interests of the nation.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puja was terrified.”No no !! we are not spies. These guys were on a business trip to &lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;England&lt;/st1:country-region&gt; and I was going to my uncle’s home in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. First there was a hijack attempt and then the plane crash and then Anil got ill and then we were with the Jarawas and after that Imran got stuck in a deer trap” Puja was screaming as if she had seen ghost. Her words were incoherent and were involuntary expressions of her fear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The captain raised his eyebrow and looked at his subordinate with disbelief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You are the only survivors of a plane crash?? And you were captured by the Jarawas and came out alive??? Why don’t you kids atleast think of a credible story??” the captain’s voice was less tense now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“No!!! We never said we are only survivors ,there could have been more and also Jarawas didn’t capture us they helped us and even nursed me back to good health as I was sick.”Anil retorted and then he muttered”we are not kids” which was barely audible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I have never heard of the Jarawas helping any mainlanders and you said you guys were on a business trip isn’t it??? What kinda trip was that??”the captain asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We are software professionals working in one of the topmost IT companies in &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:country-region st="on"&gt;India&lt;/st1:country-region&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;. We were operating out their development center in Chennai for our &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;London&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; based client. We had to take up this urgent assignment due to …..er……some emergencies” Anil replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The captain’s expression was unchanged as he stared at them for a while .Then he signaled with a brief movement with the right hand to take them away.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The threesome had their hands tied to their backs and they were taken away, to be locked up again. This time they were not blindfolded.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After they were gone the captain looked like he was deeply engrossed in some thinking.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while, the subordinate cleared his throat and spoke in a clear low voice.”Virgin princess???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Bingo” said the captain with an uncharacteristic smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Perfect!!” replied the subordinate as he reciprocated with a bigger smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued…………….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5497475131743858772?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5497475131743858772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5497475131743858772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5497475131743858772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5497475131743858772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html' title='All in the Game – part VII'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-3591022778717203700</id><published>2007-02-05T08:22:00.000+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:48:22.838+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the Game – part VI</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;After a couple of hours she woke up and the trio started roaming across the forest in search of food. Anil and Puja were talking all through and Imran kept looking back to make sure they were never too far from the wreckage but after a while the smoke from the wreckage became almost non-existent ruling out the possibility of having the wreckage site as a reference point. After quite a bit of effort Imran was able to scoop out fish from the river but he then realized they wouldn’t  be able to heat the fish, as they didn’t know how to make fire. Both the men were non-smokers, so they didn’t have a lighter or a match box with them. Anil came to know that Puja had just finished her college education and was traveling to her uncle’s place for the holidays in that fateful plane. She had a miraculous escape and had roamed around a bit in the darkness before being spotted by Anil and Imran.  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon it was afternoon and the three of them felt very tired and hungry due to the constant walk. Suddenly Anil fell down as he was walking. Imran ran upto him and took him in his arms.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Anil all you alright??” he enquired.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he touched Anil he realized that Anil was having very high fever. Imran was beginning to get really worried. He knew that without any outside help saving Anil would be impossible.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Anil woke up he felt fairly tired and weak. He could feel the warmth of fever in himself. He slowly opened his eyes and soon he caught the skull of wild boar staring at him! It was hung on the wall. He slowly turned his head and he could see a fireplace nearby and three women seated around it. It looked like they were cooking something!!! They were dark skinned and were naked except for the jewel around their neck. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Their hair was sooty black. It was in small rings and was distributed evenly over the head, and appeared to take the form of tuffs. The mouth was large, the palate was hard and slightly arched and the lips well formed. The hands and feet were small and well made. The ears were well shaped and the eyes were dark to very dark brown, bright, liquid and clear but prominent. The teeth were white, good and free from disease.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They had straps hung on their heads to carry their babies. He got up with a jerk. The women turned back at the sound and started smiling widely. One of them had a designer chain around her neck. It didn’t take long for Anil to figure out that it was Puja’s chain. Oh my God!!! Are they “cooking” Puja??&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;One of them said something in a totally non-understandable language. He wasn’t sure whether she said something or asked something!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He muttered”I……..Iammmmmmmmmmmm…………..thankyou” as an acknowledgement and grinned with all his teeth showing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He looked around to find that he was in some kind of community dwelling. He could soon see quite a bit of fireplaces all over the hut which was spread to some 50-60 square feet. There were quite a few people with some cooking raw meat and tuber in the fire. Then He saw Puja running towards him from one of the groups. She was wearing a few of the tribal jewellery. He realized that she must have got it as an “exchange offer”.He could also see that her wrist watch was also missing!!!! Anyway the very sight of her was reassuring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You feeling ok??” she asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Iam .Iam “ he looked around and said” fine!! Where the hell are we??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“we are in Andaman,these are the Jarawas,one of the indigenous tribals of andaman. I have read about them in books”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“yeah ..I have heard too.” He looked around suspiciously and continued ”Are you sure they are not gonna eat us alive!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shut up Anil that’s a load of crap. There is no record of such custom among these people. They sure are hostile towards strangers, but surprisingly they have helped us”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What exactly happened??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Soon after you fainted , myself and Imran got worried a lot. Imran carried you for a while as we continued our food search, but even he was very tired and hungry so we just sat down under a tree.That’s when one of the Jarawa hunting parties spotted us. For a minute I was terrified as they pointed their bow and arrows at us and were about to shoot at us. But they were able to see that you were sick and also we ourselves didn’t look all that dangerous so they hesitated a bit. After that Imran somehow convinced that we are harmless and sought their help. After a bit of deliberation, the hunting team brought us here, but they had to do a lot  of explaining to do before we were admitted in. This has never happened before Anil, I have never heard of the tribals helping the mainland Indians before. I think we are very lucky.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hmmmmm” Anil was not fully convinced “are you sure they are not stuffing us ? getting us ready for some human sacrifice or something??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Anil!!!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ok Ok!!! Where is Imran”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Imran?”Puja looked outside the hut for while and then exclaimed”there he is!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil turned around to see Imran returning with a few other Jarawan men. One of them had a wild pig on his shoulder while the other one had what looked like a turtle fish. One of them remarked something to Imran with a lot of laughter for which  Imran responded with a big nod of head and a confused smile.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then he came to where Anil was seated.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“hey man!!!!! So you have become a hunter now??”Anil enquired!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hunter or the hunted, roles can change, but the hunt is always on” Imran replied with his usual style.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You got that right buddy! and really really nice to see the old philosophical Imran back!!” Anil replied.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For the next few days Anil had a chance to bask in tribal “hospital”ity as he was nursed back to health by the love and support of the tribals and not to mention, the constant care of his friends. The Jarawans seemed to have taken a special liking for Anil with the children curiously watching him all the time and laughing out loud after sheepishly whispering something to themselves. He also got to know a lot about the Jarawan rituals and culture and food habits.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He watched the traditional dance , which went on all through the night around the fire with participation from one and all. He enjoyed the warmth of the fire as he lazily watched the monotonous movements with rhythmic drumming of the feet on a specially rounding board.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a few days Anil was back to his health and soon it was time to leave. Imran received instructions from the tribal chief about the direction to take to head back to civilization. Imran couldn’t understand a thing!! The tribals bade a tearful farewell with some of them taking the hand of Imran and blowing into it exchanging sentences of conventional farewell.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The trio walked silently for quite a bit of time lead by Imran. Then suddenly out of nowhere Anil broke the silence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So now what??” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Do not worry, I have got clear instructions from the  chief. He kept repeating about a “big fat snake” which I guess should be some road  or a high way. I think that marks the end of their territoty and aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly Imran fell down. Anil and Puja ran towards him and found out that Imran’s foot was stuck in the deer trap, which was neatly hidden beneath the grass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh my God!! Are you alright??” exclaimed Puja.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Iam ok , if I could just get this damn thing off my foot!!!” replied Imran as he tried to bear the pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Look at the brighter side” said Anil as he tried to set Imran free,”if there is a trap here,then it means whoever set this trap shall come back to check it out!! , and that could be our straight ticket to mainland” &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For some reason Puja didn’t seem to like the idea. But nobody noticed it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued…….&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-3591022778717203700?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/3591022778717203700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=3591022778717203700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3591022778717203700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3591022778717203700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html' title='All in the Game – part VI'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-3740010591933735032</id><published>2007-02-05T08:20:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:48:02.394+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the Game – part V</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: none;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;When Anil came back to his senses, he was lying on his back near a small river. There was peace and serenity all around and he could feel that there would be daybreak very soon. Although there was no bright light, it was lot less dark and he could see the things around, albeit everything looked hazy. He rose from his position and sat. He could see that he was in a forest of some kind. There were primarily a lot of shrubs with quite a few trees thrown around randomly. A river was flowing peacefully nearby and his view was restricted to a few tens of meters due to the density of vegetation around him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he was scouting the landscape with his eyes he could see a dark figure moving towards him. It was Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Suddenly all the happenings of the previous day flashed before him. The onsite offer, his preparations, the take off, the hijack and finally horrific crash. He could feel his body shivering involuntarily as his mind went through the memories of the crash. By the time Imran had reached closer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Imran!!!!!! My God !! Are you alright???? Where…What……What happened man??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;For which Imran turned towards Anil. Anil couldn’t note the expression in his face due to darkness but he was sure that Imran hadn’t lost his composure.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I am not entirely sure. I can only make an educated guess based what I had pieced together.” Said Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“God!!!!!!!! Cut the crap Imran!! You are not talking to your boss. Just tell me what happened” replied Anil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Alright listen. You must be quite clear upto the point when the plane was hijacked. I think there must have been some attempt to overpower the hijackers in the business class or by the pilots in the cockpit. That’s when you felt as if the plane had caught in turbulence. As the struggle went on the guy from our economy class went to support his comrades.  I think there must have been bigger struggle then which ended with a bullet being fired which could have broken the window glass.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Due to this or some other reason the airframe must have been compromised due to which the plane descended .After all, sonny!!! Whatever goes up! must come down. Then there was boom!” so saying he clapped his hands as if he was playing cymbals!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“How are we here???what happened to the others?”Anil was too surprised.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“As the plane started its descent the airframe was getting more and more damaged as more and more air got sucked out of the plane. Any non rigid portion, like the doors were dislocated. This led to lot of holes in the plane. The ones who had not fastened their seat belts were thrown out of the plane through these holes and fell to death into this thick forest. We were saved as we were clutching the armrests like we were clinging for our dear lives”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My god”, Anil closed his eyes as he tried to imagine the horrific scene.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“but soon you became unconscious and your grasp on to the armrest weakened. And you started falling. I tried to catch and while doing that I lost my hold on the armrest as well. After being juggled into the plane we were thrown out of the plane. But by then the plane had almost reached the ground and we fell into a river. Any fall into water with such high speed will be like hitting into concrete. But the strong currents transported us for a while before we reached this calm part of the river. The plane touched down and was dragged on to the ground for a few meters before it blew into a huge ball of fire over there!!!!!! “&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran pointed his finger onto a direction where Anil could see a fair amount of smoke rising up in a distance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Man!!!!!!! I cant believe it. Whatever you are saying is like its straight from a kollywood* or tollywood* movie” remarked Anil.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“agreed! all this sounds too flashy and dramatic but just because they sound that way doesn’t mean that it cannot happen” Imran replied!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hmm we are quite a long way away from the wreckage , isn’t it??” Anil asked with doubt ”how are we ever gonna reach there?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“You can either swim upstream against the heavy current in this river or you can walk through this thick jungle by somehow finding your way through the trees and tons and tons of shrubs”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“oh my God!!!!!!!!!!! Are we going to die here??????????? I always knew this onsite offer shall be tough but I never prepared for this”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Shut up!! I hate it when people crib!! Look at the beautiful sunrise.”he was pointing to the orangish pattern in the sky on top of distant hills.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“hey idiot , is that the only thing you can think of??? How will we get back , what are we going to eat?? Who knows where we are!! May be there will be wild animals here or even cannibals”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he was speaking they could hear some ruffling sound nearby!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran instantly became attentive and asked Anil to keep quiet by pressing his finger on to his lips.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil became silent and got behind Imran. As both of them were looking around for a clue, Imran turned to Anil and said in a low voice”Anil ,can you please walk upto the bush and see whether there is anything behind it?”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon this Anil was scared to his limits but he didn’t want to show it ”wh..whaat…what??? me?? Mme mmmme?? Why ..i mean.yeah sure ………..why not????he he” so saying he started to walk slowly toward the bush. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But before Anil could even reach the place he could hear a sudden sound of leaves rubbing against each other and then a huge scream.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He turned back to see Imran near another bush. He ran to the spot and saw Imran looking behind the bush with disbelief and a bit of guilt. There was a girl fainted behind the bush.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Anil, could you please bring in some water??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil ran upto the river and tried to scoop some water in his palms and bring it to Imran but the water drained off as he walked. He soon found a huge leaf nearby and brought some water in it to Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; “Think she must be one of survivors of the crash. I must have scared her. Poor thing, she already must have been confused.” So saying he sprinkled some water on to her face.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The girl sat up with a jerk as she regained her consciousness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Do not be afraid. My name is Imran and this is Anil. We are the survivors of the plane crash” so saying he pointed to the direction of the wreckage.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“My name is ……. My name is Puja.I………..I……….” she was struggling a breathe.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Cool down and relax we can  kinda figure out what happened and iam fairly sure that it must be the same as what we went through!!” so saying he smiled assuringly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Puja smiled back palely but she looked very tired and closed her eyes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Both guys decided to leave her alone for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran looked around the forest. He had no clue what to do next!&lt;br /&gt;To be continued………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-3740010591933735032?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/3740010591933735032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=3740010591933735032' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3740010591933735032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/3740010591933735032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html' title='All in the Game – part V'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5112184855811765065</id><published>2007-02-05T08:10:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:47:45.075+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the game – part IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Anil couldn’t believe his ears. Plane hijack with a bunch of girls???  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As if to reflect his views, he could hear guffaw from few seats around him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Yo man!!! That’s so funny!! Why don’t you just sit down and chill!! Hey babe! Why don’t you put that thing aside for while? Its probably hurting your soft hands!” a freaky looking guy remarked followed by ridiculous sounding laughter!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This is no joke!! And you sir, you better shut up your mouth and sit tight or else the results can be quite unpleasant to you!!” it was that gentleman in suit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Oh yea!!! What if I don’t sit tight?? What if stand up and what if I roam around and just have a nice time??” so saying who stood up and tried to put his hands around one of the air hostesses with the gun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next moment the girl hit him hard into his stomach with her left elbow. Then there was kick onto his face as she turned around. After that she indulged in a series of martial arts maneuvers ending with a blow aimed below his waist.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The audiences were spell bound with this display, which lasted only a few seconds. The freaky guy was dragged away from the place as he fell down reeling in pain.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil could barely hear Imran murmuring,”I always knew girls are painful”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The gentleman in suit continued,”Ladies and gentleman, as you all can see, these girls are very highly motivated and meticulously trained. And I think you have got a clear demonstration of their martial arts prowess. So it’s in your best interests if you don’t try to do anything stupid”.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But why??? Why this hijack??? What are your demands??”  A lady from the seat just behind Anil asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What did you ask? Why are we doing this?? “ the man shook his head in disgust.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Humans!! How insensitive you can be??? You run around destroying nature’s wealth and complain when you have to bear the consequences of your deeds! You mindlessly misuse the treasures of Mother Nature and spit at her face with pollution in return. You gape at the beauty of her features; you go to hill stations, beaches, forests and throw trash like some crazy animal!!! I am sorry!! Why do I have to insult animals by comparing them with you??? Man is the most uncivilized animal nature has ever produced!!!! And she regrets that!!! Cant anyone see that Ma’ earth is crying????????”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“That explains the unusual amount of rain recently in chennai” Imran commented which was barely audible to anyone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“For years organizations like Greenpeace has been trying to educate you dumb souls with ways to salvage the situation. But you greedy idiots are too ignorant to listen to them. Your governments have conveniently ignored all their peaceful initiatives. So we decided it’s high time they took notice. We started the organization “Samurais of the world”. Like the ancient Japanese warriors who had sworn to protect their emperor, we are committed to protecting and sustaining mother earth in her full glory and this is our first operation.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“What are your demands???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Signing of the &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Kyoto&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; protocol by all countries in the next 10 hours and a few more genuine demands. That is being taken care of by our leader in the cockpit even as we speak”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;There was a bit of a buzz amongst the crowd as the people were trying to come to terms with the situation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I assure you all comfort and respect if only you people can appreciate the objective of our mission and help us achieve it! But any effort to disrupt our operation shall be dealt with the harshest possible punishment.” The gentleman in suit exclaimed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil swallowed his saliva. He was not sure what to feel. But even though the plane was being hijacked there wasn’t too much of a tension in the plane. For a minute he even wondered whether he could sleep. He felt that quite a bit of the passengers were sympathetic with the cause of the hijackers. As he looked around restlessly he discovered something very important. He found out some of the air hostesses were actually men dressed as women. He was not sure how many passengers had noted that but he was sure that this would make them think twice if they plan for any heroism. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thinking of heroes he looked at Imran to find him peacefully!! Was he sleeping?? It looked more like he was meditating. Just then his eye caught an unnoticeable eye play between two of the passengers. As he started watching them curiously the plane shook a little throwing everyone off balance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And then there was a bit of a rough ride as it looked as if the plane was caught in turbulence. After a while the plane started shaking a lot more wildly. The bespectacled gentleman was beginning to look worried and after ordering through the eyes to hold fort he headed towards the cockpit. After a couple of seconds there was noise of a struggle and a gunshot was heard from the direction where that man had gone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then the plane started behaving real violently. There was suddenly a steep drop and Anil was almost thrown off his seat. Then he could see tension on the faces of people around him. By this time the plane had started descending steeply.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He felt nauseated due to the abrupt change in the pressure and he could see that people were falling all around him. He felt like he was going to throw up. The yellow oxygen masks dropped in front of him and started dancing as if a ghost had possessed them. He could hear the glasses breaking all around him and the air rushing out due to the unbalanced pressure.  By the time people had gone completely crazy and they were shouting, chanting, praying and screaming into a huge noise of confusion. Quite a few were not able to cope up and soon there was an unbearable stench of vomit culminating around him. Anil knew he was going to die. He was clutching harder at the armrests and for a brief moment he even thought he should put on the seat belts!! But that was not possible. The bodies of the passengers started making sound by hitting onto the seats and the things like bags,shoes,cameras,etc were seen flying all over the plane. Some people were rolling all over the plane due to the shift in the plane’s position and due to the abnormal speed with which the plane was dropping. Anil felt as if he was going to faint. He could suddenly see bright light, pain, pressure, ecstasy, stars and finally miles and miles of enduring blackness.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He fell unconscious.&lt;/p&gt;  ......... to be continued&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5112184855811765065?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5112184855811765065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5112184855811765065' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5112184855811765065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5112184855811765065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html' title='All in the game – part IV'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-5798608392453173772</id><published>2007-02-05T08:09:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:47:27.551+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the game – part III</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;All in the game – part III&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoTitle"&gt;---------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anna international airport welcomed Anil with all grandeur it had to offer. He practically didn’t have any time for anything. All he had in his little suitcase were unwashed rags!! He had to run around the campus to get various things done in a very short time. But Imran looked as cool as ever even in such tense times. He arrived at the last possible moment to the airport and looked like he was going for a vacation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they were going through the formalities Anil asked Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Man!! How can you be so unaffected by anything around you??”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The game does not affect you much if you realize that you are just a spectator and not a player.” Imran replied calmly.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil didn’t want to talk any more about it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If there is one thing that made him look forward to the trip then it was his expectations about the airhostesses. He had never been in a flight journey before and had been to the airport just once. He had once come to see off his friend. That was when the famous “kissing the sculpture” incident took place, which was briefly mentioned in first part of this story. His friend looked the other way after the incident and Anil had to return home ruing his bad luck.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As he walked up to the plane he was thrilled by the size of the huge bird. Here is one machine which regularly transported scores of people over thousands of miles across seas through the air!!!!!!!! The enormity of the functionality stunned him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He walked up the steps and handed over the ticket to the hostess who guided him to his seat in economy class. His seat was in a three-seater setup. As he sat on the one corner, Imran took his seat in the middle. The other seat was already taken. There was a lean man with a very neat moustache and fancy spectacle seated there. He was wearing a dark suit and looked very decent. He was more like “don’t-disturb-me-and-I-wont-disturb-you” kind of guy by the looks. He was comfortably seated and was reading a magazine.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As they settled on to their seats Anil’s heart was beating faster with excitement. He looked at Imran only to find that he was as composed as you would find him sitting in his cubicle. Being a restless chap Anil couldn’t help talking to Imran. So he said!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So!! Imran, how do you feel?? aint it exciting???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran turned to him with his lips expanding slightly into what looked like a smile. Then he said&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Giving in to feelings shall only leave you reeling in the end”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;On hearing this, the bespectacled gentleman looked at Imran through the space on top of his spectacles and then continued to browse through the magazine. But his behaviour wasn’t the same after that. He looked disturbed and soon closed his magazine and put it aside. For a minute he looked like he was deeply in thought and then he took his fingers to his eyes as if to control his tears.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil who was watching all of this, felt bad for having talked to Imran. He resolved not to talk to Imran during the course of the journey, but wasn’t sure how long he could keep this new resolution.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while he could hear the announcement ”Good evening, ladies and gentleman, this is your captain speaking, please fasten your seat belts as we will be taking off very soon”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He could see that the airhostesses were helping the passengers to put on their belt. He was hoping to fumble with his belt long enough so that he can get some help from them but surprisingly and sadly there was no need for that and he got it right after a couple of tries!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;As the plane took off he could feel the butterflies in his stomach. He felt the way he had felt when he got into the giant wheel for the first time when he had gone to an amusement park during his childhood. As he was struggling to come to terms with the anxiety he felt someone strongly clutching his hand. He turned to see Imran closing his eyes tightly and forcing himself to the seat. And the funniest part was that his other hand was grabbing the hand of the bespectacled gentleman who was looking at Imran with fear and confusion. Anil suppressed his smile with a lot of effort.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Soon the plane was into the sky and Anil was able to see the beautiful view of the lights from the city under him. Imran had released his hand and apologized to both Anil and the man on the other seat. While Anil acknowledged with a smile the man responded with a hesitant shake of his head. He was looking a lot more nervous and confused than the way he looked before. After a few minutes Anil decided to break his resolution and wanted to tease Imran about his fear of flight travel!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Hey Imran bhai!!! How were you feeling some time back??? Or should I say you were reeling !! ha ha ha!! “ exclaimed Anil&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Imran who was visibly disturbed by this replied with a mild smile!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Feelings and Reelings are inescapable when you are a pawn in God’s dealings!!”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Upon hearing this, the bespectacled man threw a disturbed glare at Anil and Imran. He looked at his watch and grew restless as he started looking around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Then out of nowhere he jumped up from this seat and shouted “Long live mother earth” and suddenly all the airhostesses pulled out sophisticated firearms and started pointing it on to passengers nearby to them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At the same time there was an announcement from the speaker nearby.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your new captain speaking. The plane has been hijacked, just sit tight and be nice boys and girls and nobody will get hurt”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil couldn’t believe his ears. Plane hijack with a bunch of girls???&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;To be continued…………..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-i.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game - part I&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-ii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part II&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iv.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part IV&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-v-when-anil-came-back.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part V&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-vii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-viii.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part VIII&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the Game – part IX&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-x.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part X&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Symbol;"&gt;·&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-xi_04.html" set="yes"&gt;All in the game – part XI&lt;/a&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11504818-5798608392453173772?l=simplycvr.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/feeds/5798608392453173772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11504818&amp;postID=5798608392453173772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5798608392453173772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11504818/posts/default/5798608392453173772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://simplycvr.blogspot.com/2007/02/all-in-game-part-iii.html' title='All in the game – part III'/><author><name>CVR</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01026783410605681976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_07NXgYxfEdY/RaCL__qS4DI/AAAAAAAAAJI/oB0-3CVkOUk/s320/PICT0055.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11504818.post-8593633018477035552</id><published>2007-02-05T08:08:00.001+05:30</published><updated>2007-02-05T08:47:03.410+05:30</updated><title type='text'>All in the game – part II</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The next day as soon as he logged on to the system, he saw couple of other defects logged. He had barely scratched the surface of the first one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Just half an hour after he had been working he could feel panic setting around him. Peter looked as if he had committed some heinous crime and was seen running around as if he was trying to escape from police. After a while he was seen discussing something very seriously with the PM. Anil tried to stand up and have a quick peek at the PM’s cubicle to try to find out what was going on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He could see that Peter was furiously arguing something and turned to Anil’s cubicle with a finger pointed to him. Anil dropped to his chair. A chill ran through him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“The most active goose is the one which will be shot by the hunter first” Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil ignored him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After a while, he could see his PM and Peter walking towards him. Anil’s PM was a very busy man. At a given point of time he had an average of 10000 worries. So he never worried about any, lest he missed out on other worries.  And he always required a quick KT from his immediate subordinates if he were to deal with any issue, as he had no knowledge of the happenings. As you might have guessed he had too many things happening under him, so he didn’t want to risk missing any happening by remembering the other ones!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;He came straight to Anil’s cubicle and beckoned Anil and Imran to the nearby meeting room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;After entering into the room and getting seated, his PM asked.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“So how are you guys doing???”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil wasn’t sure what to answer. He had a strong feeling that he was going to be thrashed no matter what the response was.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“How we do depends on what we do and what we do depends on how we do” It was Imran again. PM looked at him with a puzzled expression, as he could not fully understand the meaning of the statement just like everybody else.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Anyway, I heard from Peter that there is some small problem in onsite for your project”, PM continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peter looked at him as if he done something blasphemous.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Iam afraid it is by no means small Sir”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So saying he turned towards Anil and Imran.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“Folks! You might be knowing that there was a problem with the code that was deployed recently in production” he paused for just a moment to note the change in expression in the faces of both of them, then he continued.” this meeting is not about that”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil heaved a sigh of relief.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This is a bigger problem than that”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil couldn’t guess!! What else could possibly be bigger than this?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;At this instant Anil looked at the PM for which he replied. “Show them”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peter carefully removed a piece of paper from his shirt pocket and gave to Imran. As Imran looked at it Anil peeked into with curiosity. It was handwritten by Sekar,the onsite coordinator and it read.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“God save this project. Me escape – Sekar”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Peter continued with his inimitable tone,”So now you know what is wrong!! We got this through fax from the onsite manager. He found this in Sekar’s desk. Sekar is missing from yesterday night. He was searched everywhere, but not found”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Anil couldn’t believe it!! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“This is totally unbelievable. How could experienced software professional like Sekar do such a thing? This statement looks grammatically incorrect. It even looks incomplete”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“I think the correct usage would be ‘I escape’” remarked the PM, who prides himself for following the “The perfect English” series!!! “I ran a grammar check on this and there were no other grammatical inconsistencies found”!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“But that’s not the point!!!!!!” Peter intervened with an irritated tone.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;“We need to find someone to replace Sekar and we need to find fast!!” he continued.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &l
