Flash streaming events…

I accidentally met a small boy in the iflex-gangothri junction nungambakkam, Chennai. I was inside a maruti-800 (has a better market than a Logan) which my friend owned. My friend, his girl and I were going towards broken bridge, Elliot’s beach. It was a really nice car except for the graffiti’s that were made by the stupid female over her guy’s car, and it was a compact one. It was quite warm by 5:00 P.M., and we were stuck in the signal. One boy with a silvery black face was selling a bunch of roses. He leaned over the front-right window. He was sweating; the sweat took the silvery powder that scaled over his face and the powder-laden sweat was hanging around the edge of his jaws. He looked as if he ran out of a cracker factory. He was wearing a shirt in which most of the buttons were gone; his shirt was colourful, lot of grease marks, rust marks, and silver powder, which covered most of his shirt. The roses held in the hands were gorgeous but the tender hands were not looking tender anymore. He had so much of wrinkles, most of his nails were worn out and few nails were not there. His face was longing for some sale to happen. My friend (that stupid female) fell for the emotional dram and asked how much the roses cost. She bought the whole bunch (who cares when she had her guy’s wallet) and with all the concern she started conversing with the boy. She asked for his whereabouts and what he was doing and all that. The traffic cleared and we went to the beach. Not surprisingly, she started talking about that boy. Her guy was on the edge of his nerves. Moreover, all of a sudden she wanted to see the boy, Uhh! How to describe this female? The next morning we went to that place, it was an auto rickshaw parts making factory.

We went into the remote part of pudhupetai. As soon as we entered we witnessed a guy in a lungi, (A multi coloured wear worn by men which allows free flow of air ) who was shirtless with an alcoholic bottle abused my SHE friend for nothing, me and her guy giggled with all the pride as we were not able to do the same. The streets were covered with metal scraps, and scraps of screws, bolts and nuts were bobbing in the arbitrary parts of roads in pudhupetai. There was a loud claim by Miss Lady insane hey see there is a huge bike with so many pipes. I opened my mouth saying macha!!! He stopped the car immediately seeing the Honda CBX1000 6-cylinder motorcycle engine, WTF!! Shit, I did not have my camera or my mobile. Ye jujups (I always call her that way) that is not just a bike with pipes… it is a megalo machine that would blow down the trumpets of all the other bikes.

After a longing look, we went for fulfilling the hypothetical desires of Miss Jujups. At last we went to the so-called factory. There was plethora of iron parts lying outside the factory. Most of the place didn’t have the silver powder which the boy had on his face and shirt, but the guys in the factory had a colourful shirt, which had brown rust, greenish jelly grease which seemed as if it was squirted all over their shirts. We saw a tall gigantic dude of 45 or 50 years of age possibly whose whiskers we were never able to spot as his black dust-laden body never allowed us to differentiate. Miss Jujups went and said anna can we see this boy with so and so name and Blah! Blah! (Jujups never runs out of crappy names when she calls me…) both I and my friend were like he is uncle^2 to you and you called him anna? He let us in and it was a shit place… People have sprayed their urine at certain remote corners of the factory and they have expectorated their saliva along with pan and gutka. The place was too clumsy and noisy. We saw that kid He was working on metal recycling domain, for certain components, a lucrative venture which the workshop had with some stupid company. Then he worked in the polishing machine in a hazardous condition his hands became silvery black that would have given lot of stress to his palm and backbone because of the posture. He then did manual filing operation, which will make ones hands terrible, it will pain like hell. He has to do this for plenty of components, Gosh! Pity that kid Miss Jujups took the kid to the car and gave him some sandwiches and cakes (she has never made me one nor to her guy… hmpf!). Moreover, we never knew that she had brought these with her. One guy said… you can give him what he needs or more than his need for a day but he has to work over here to make it happen every other day. It was true…. she felt terrible and she was numb, the kid ate and went back to work. The hyper enthusiastic jujups became upset. We went back home.

I thought about this for the whole night. For sure she will not be able to feed him for his entire life.

He doesn’t have money to survive; he chose to work rather than schooling.

He didn’t have enough money for his livelihood; he went for a part-time.

He has enough money to suffice his basic needs; he doesn’t have peace.

He has enough energy to work; he will lose his health because of the same work.

He might have few to treat him; which doesn’t last long.

Child labour is prohibited by the government but it will not take care of him and his family.

Both medicine and treat will last for hours or few days; you have to go with your own damn life after that.

iNSiGNiFiCANT LETTER

Who am I to this world?

I happen to be an ugly gentlemen; I am being noticed at least by half a million people.

Should I call myself a man of ultimate fame?

I wake up with little dream than what others have for their day;

I ask little less than what others ask for a day.

I do little less than what others do in a day;

I get little less than what others get in a day.

I was walking in the north-west corridor of ‘Koyambedu’ which happens to be one of the biggest vegetables and fruits market in India. It was gloomy and it was becoming dark. Sometime later it started pouring from the sky. I rushed seeking for shelter. On my way I metaphorically rammed over a guy who appeared to be sleeping. The place was messy; the ground was covered by the carpet of vegetable wastes over which I was standing. Shops behind were lit up, they were glowing under the modified bud shaped glass which was translucent and was serving as a home for the bright glowing wire filament. I looked at the man who was down even after it started pouring. I saw few people enjoying the rain by putting their hands out by standing inside the shade. It was a happy moment for the crowd who were budding along the edges of market corridors. Few had frowned face. I managed catching an auto and reached the nearby railway station.

I am a beggar; I was standing in the railway station. I witnessed many people sitting or standing in the railway station; few were sleeping. I saw an ugly looking gentleman, smart looking maniac, handful of beautiful girls, and few middle aged woman and plenty of ordinary looking people. Of these, people earn irrespective of how they look and what they do and few are care of platforms, few fill excel sheets and earn more than an engineer.

Aim of these gentle men and women were the same, to entrain the train, irrespective of caste, creed, colour, wealth, nationality and reach their destinations. In the middle where did this one letter come from? This word describes the puffed up feeling of one’s pride. It is hard for a person to tame that feel.

We came into existence as a baby which had nothing, and knew nothing. We die knowing something which is literally nothing and we had something which we are not taking. We travel from birth to death which is our destination. Here, where did this ‘I’ come from? Where did selfishness, ego, hatred, possessiveness, oppressiveness, and obsessive nature comes from?

Every human should possess all these to an extent; more of these will make you inhuman by words, actions and deeds, which will disrupt the venal form of yours one day or the other.

I am yet another prosperous beggar, craving for money in anticipation toward rewards and appraisal in the corporate world.

I have this ‘I’ feeling as what others have and I am trying to tame the same.

Subject Idea by Krishna Prasad

Lollipop girl!

I was leaning right in front of her over a pole, air in between really separated us. I feel really glad to write about my dear Ms. Lollipop.

I never watched you blurting, screaming, or laughing on the day you were licking your lollipop with a little smile. I have seen so many kids licking lollipop but what I witnessed it now after 23 years of my existence in this planet, it is a visual treat.

On my first sight you were a girl with loads of attitude other than a lollipop in your possession and I thought you were a big time show off!! I had many things in my bag of opinions. I used to see you almost daily at the railway station but still wouldn’t talk to you and after three days of same monotonous reactions from your side, I just walked towards you. Even then things didn’t go well. I hope you can understand what I’ve meant Lolly! I’ll also never forget that. Both of us didn’t have good opinion on each other, not even a kind of pretty good as, I was constantly interrupting you while you were infesting your cheeks with the saliva laden lollipop that you licked for hours or at least you seem that way. You didn’t want me to be around you I guess. Our opinions were taunting our own brain or at least it happened for me [:D]. A week went by and the happenings ticked the clock faster. One fine day I was standing in formals as always, I came to know something from the mystical smile of yours which would literally blow off million candles if they were around. You came into realization that I was not all ‘THAT’ bad… Umm!

So many sweet, sexy, beautiful, ugly girls go past me in the railway station. But you were a debonair of a class, relatively calm, and gentle. The SWEETEST girl with the mystical eyes who pierces my heart every night.

I once thought I would make you realize one day that I am worth every bit for you. It shouldn’t just be the “happy go lucky” nature, we saw each other every day but I don’t know whether your stunningly sculptured sexy figure stays in my mind and the haunting eyes of yours Ahh! God! Just can’t imagine. So, I decided to take a snap of yours and I did that with ease as I had a Tele lens.

One day I came with all the glee on my face to see you but that morning everything changed I was not able to see you and I heard from someone that you won’t be here…. As long as the minute hand and hour hand in the clock ticks, as long as sun rises and sets, changes happen.

People change their boarding point, as their destination change. I hope I see you some day. But some bonds last forever.

I won’t be able to see you in the railway station again as the advertisement board have been removed.

Hope you laugh!

This is a beautiful article…

The woman in your life…very well expressed…

Tomorrow you may get a working woman, but you should marry her with these facts as well.
Here is a girl, who is as much educated as you are;
Who is earning almost as much as you do;

One, who has dreams and aspirations just as
you have because she is as human as you are;

One, who has never entered the kitchen in her life just like you or your
Sister haven’t, as she was busy in studies and competing in a system
that gives no special concession to girls for their culinary achievements

One, who has lived and loved her parents & brothers & sisters, almost as
much as you do for 20-25 years of her life;

One, who has bravely agreed to leave behind all that, her home, people who love her, to adopt your home, your family, your ways and even your family ,name

One, who is somehow expected to be a master-chef from day #1, while you sleep oblivious to her predicament in her new circumstances, environment and that kitchen

One, who is expected to make the tea, first thing in the morning and cook
food at the end of the day, even if she is as tired as you are, maybe more,
and yet never ever expected to complain; to be a servant, a cook, a mother,
a wife, even if she doesn’t want to; and is learning just like you are as
to what you want from her; and is clumsy and sloppy at times and knows that you won’t like it if she is too demanding, or if she learns faster than you;

One, who has her own set of friends, and that includes boys and even men at her workplace too, those, who she knows from school days and yet is willing to put all that on the back-burners to avoid your irrational jealousy, unnecessary competition and your inherent insecurities;

Yes, she can drink and dance just as well as you can, but won’t, simply
Because you won’t like it, even though you say otherwise

One, who can be late from work once in a while when deadlines, just like yours, are to be met;

One, who is doing her level best and wants to make this most important,
relationship in her entire life a grand success, if you just help her some
and trust her;

One, who just wants one thing from you, as you are the only one she knows in your entire house – your unstinted support, your sensitivities and most importantly – your understanding, or love, if you may call it.

But not many guys understand this……

Please appreciate “HER”
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Please girls… don’t glee!

Do you know about guys?

Tomorrow you might get a working man if you are a woman who is not looking for a lesbian partner, but you should marry him without doubting these facts.

Here is a guy, who has seen girls when he was in kinder garden or probably till his 6th grade. He had no intentions of hiring them or to covet them when he was in school. He saw a girl as yet another female in his class.

In the later part of his school age he had been certainly an open minded, playful, joyous, friendly, carefree person till he had seen a super gorgeous female with a slender figure in an appealing form. The retina in the eyes of the beholder innately expects a girl to satisfy and support him by having rapport with him.

When the expectations were not met or partially met, he got scoffed by his fellow friends who would have had at least a girl by their side. He became a yet another bachelor who was longing for a female by his side.

Is this guy desperate? Or is this guy made desperate by susceptible handling by society? Or is he badly misinterpreted to be desperate by the maniacs of classic women hood?

He is well educated as what you are;
He shows off the feel which you hide.

He gets into the job by showing his professional, managerial, technical, analytical and conversational skills;
Unlike few of yours who get through by deceiving the HR’s in an illusory phase,
Mishandled by few moron admirers (HR’s) who believe in the phrase “All that glitters are gold”.

He earns the same as what you earn;
Keep aside all your mourns.

He has never entered into the kitchen but only dining rooms;
But he can always manage himself without a woman with broom.
Unlike you, good for boiling water in a conspicuous way,
Whomp! All that he asks you is to get accustomed for a new venture in his kitchen.

He loves his parents as you love yours;
Come let’s live together without any spears.
He is one, who has bravely agreed to live with you,
Kindly sacrifice your flamboyance and pave your way.

He is a normal human being who had girl friends, sisters, brothers and friends;
Whom he knows way before you came.
Adapt to it by keeping your irresistible jealousy and possessiveness away,
Try to mingle without a wiggle; a giggle at times will help you to doodle a way.

You might be an expert in dandia or barathnatyam;
Give due respect to his expertise in salsa and hip-hop.

He has dreams and aspirations as what you have;
Understand the simple innocent soul, for what he craves.

He respects the relationship as you are his eternal partner for this life,
It would become a grand success only if you are a trustworthy and a helpful wife.

He wants few things from you, your support, your understanding, and adjustment to an extent.
Sacrifice your ego; do not show attitude, shower love and affection.

Please appreciate “HIM” if plausible build a temple too…

NOTE: First part was written by some funny female; Which came in an e-mail.

Second part was written by me.