Ethics !
The word sounds familiar ha?. It seems like my people have forgotten to use it often.
I remember my Teacher once said. " Independence is freedom to do anything but,not to affect any soul in any means.you are allowed to sway your arm till the nose tip of your mate,but an inch more is an serious issue "
You want to be a cheat!. Be it but,be to yourself and not to an innocent soul.
A well known technique to beat a cheating i've learnt from my experience.This might help you.Its the Petrol bunk employee this time..Perhaps most of the time !
As anticipated,i fixed my eyes on the meter for the readings when he tried to distract me.It dint work for him. Plan-B initiated : He now Plugged in the dispenser nozzle into my fuel tank before even i quoted him the quantity.
I stopped him " hey i dint' tell you how much "
Then i noticed him changing the digit from 100 to 200 after i claimed for a 200 rupees fill.Now i knew his plan-B too.
He now filled till it reached one point odd liters (i.e)100rupees and closed the lid and demanded for rupees 200,as if he already filled for a 100.I knew his strategy and i replied
" No,you filled for only 100 and here it is " i handed him a note.
He replied. " Its Okay ,i've filled. Give me 200 " and nodded his head pointing me to move my bike forward,While he opened the lid of the next bike's tank.
" Its OKAY !!! " i grew from my seat with my eyebrows squinched.
" what do you mean by 'its Okay ? " i demanded.
He now understood i was very much aware of the game play.
" Its Okay you can give me 100 " he agreed as if i was the crook here.
He deserved an appreciation for giving his tough shot!
Its OKAY ....for god's Sake !!
I rode back muttering fiercely.
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Saturday, October 15, 2011
Banana Peel and The Sad Truth
Banana . . . What a fruit it is !
I have a couple of memories with it.when i used to be a kid,my aunt's house would be the gather point for cricket matches.I usually team up with my cousin Abu with a DOZEN banana each in our hands as a snack.Oh my.. ! i had always asked for the next bunch after the next.Poor aunt,She got tired of buying them.
I have heard my mom say,once when we had visited her friend's house,how embarrassed she was when i threw a Banana peel " Zooiiiink " at the middle of the hall and never bothered about it!!.
Now,i had grown 12 yrs from then and have a different story for the Same banana peel.
It was around 7.30 before night,when i was returning back from work.I stopped in a tea stall for a cup of tea and a banana which would keep me burning till my dinner that usually occurred after 10.
I returned back the empty tea glass,and started peeling the banana.
by the time i took my last bite I realized,there was no Recycle Bins nearby.I kept looking for one anywhere near, for about 5mins and couldn't find one after checking the next pawn shop and the adjacent fastfood stall.I thought to enquire the shopkeeper but even before i turned to him he said " Apdiyae podubaa atha "
I hesitated to drop down and kept looking.After watching for a couple of mins,i heard him say to his friend " Itha parra Ravi,...keela poda maataraam ". For him i seemed stupid and senseless. i was humiliated for the 100th time for not being uncouth.
They were rude and so mean,few of his friends standing inside his shop joined him to watch what i was doing and Giggled.They almost convinced me i was mad for not dropping it in front of their shop.
" Am i the person who is supposed to be shameful? " i thought for myself.
Later they watched me ride back with the Banana peel hung to my bike in a plastic bag.I rode back thinking ,was that such an controversial act ?!?
What a sad truth !
I have a couple of memories with it.when i used to be a kid,my aunt's house would be the gather point for cricket matches.I usually team up with my cousin Abu with a DOZEN banana each in our hands as a snack.Oh my.. ! i had always asked for the next bunch after the next.Poor aunt,She got tired of buying them.
I have heard my mom say,once when we had visited her friend's house,how embarrassed she was when i threw a Banana peel " Zooiiiink " at the middle of the hall and never bothered about it!!.
Now,i had grown 12 yrs from then and have a different story for the Same banana peel.
It was around 7.30 before night,when i was returning back from work.I stopped in a tea stall for a cup of tea and a banana which would keep me burning till my dinner that usually occurred after 10.
I returned back the empty tea glass,and started peeling the banana.
by the time i took my last bite I realized,there was no Recycle Bins nearby.I kept looking for one anywhere near, for about 5mins and couldn't find one after checking the next pawn shop and the adjacent fastfood stall.I thought to enquire the shopkeeper but even before i turned to him he said " Apdiyae podubaa atha "
I hesitated to drop down and kept looking.After watching for a couple of mins,i heard him say to his friend " Itha parra Ravi,...keela poda maataraam ". For him i seemed stupid and senseless. i was humiliated for the 100th time for not being uncouth.
They were rude and so mean,few of his friends standing inside his shop joined him to watch what i was doing and Giggled.They almost convinced me i was mad for not dropping it in front of their shop.
" Am i the person who is supposed to be shameful? " i thought for myself.
Later they watched me ride back with the Banana peel hung to my bike in a plastic bag.I rode back thinking ,was that such an controversial act ?!?
What a sad truth !
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
Single or Double ?
Today it was signal-13.I had turned the engine off.Proudly sitting on my 6 month old Yamaha FZS and watched for the mysteries on the roads to unroll.
Suddenly i felt my bag move behind and a hand after it.As if someone was trying to flick it.
" What the ...., " I turned with the pull of my reflux and just froze to see what that hand was doing !.
It was a hand of my next commuter who stood with his bike next to me.He also had a pillion rider.Right before my very eyes the rider with the helmet pushed my bag aside which,i had strapped against my chest and had laid it back on my pillion.He touched the seat behind me and made a point to his pillion rider in some unknown language.
" hey,What on earth is he doing" i thought for a second.
Eventually his helmet turned to face me and the lips within grinned.I Stared back at them,confused what where they up to.The Metal head started to speak in his own language.I tried to listen to him with my ears widened looking for a english word he had cooked with his delicious language.Ah ,he dropped those two meat balls. The words were SINGLE or DOUBLE ?
For a moment i wondered,soon i understood he was talking about my pillion.I persumed,Their argument was whether my bike had a pillion or not.Thats what they had meant to ask ,it is a Single seater or a double.
I replied, its a ONE and HALF seater and returned a grin ! . Now i could see their grin grow into a laughter.I smiled back. He again cooked his language but, this time it was with his gesture he stated my pillion was so high,the rider sitting behind would be way above me,when i break he/she would fly above .
Old school i thought...It was time to move On !
Suddenly i felt my bag move behind and a hand after it.As if someone was trying to flick it.
" What the ...., " I turned with the pull of my reflux and just froze to see what that hand was doing !.
It was a hand of my next commuter who stood with his bike next to me.He also had a pillion rider.Right before my very eyes the rider with the helmet pushed my bag aside which,i had strapped against my chest and had laid it back on my pillion.He touched the seat behind me and made a point to his pillion rider in some unknown language.
" hey,What on earth is he doing" i thought for a second.
Eventually his helmet turned to face me and the lips within grinned.I Stared back at them,confused what where they up to.The Metal head started to speak in his own language.I tried to listen to him with my ears widened looking for a english word he had cooked with his delicious language.Ah ,he dropped those two meat balls. The words were SINGLE or DOUBLE ?
For a moment i wondered,soon i understood he was talking about my pillion.I persumed,Their argument was whether my bike had a pillion or not.Thats what they had meant to ask ,it is a Single seater or a double.
I replied, its a ONE and HALF seater and returned a grin ! . Now i could see their grin grow into a laughter.I smiled back. He again cooked his language but, this time it was with his gesture he stated my pillion was so high,the rider sitting behind would be way above me,when i break he/she would fly above .
Old school i thought...It was time to move On !
Thursday, October 6, 2011
On the Edge of a Chainsaw
Chainsaw ! !
It has become a Mass Killing tool ever since the movie "Chainsaw Massacre"
I had been a person,who once loved to sit late night,wait for every soul to retire,till the lights went off, locked dark inside and start to enjoy the thrill watching a brutal Death.
I can see some readers thinking " How sick he could be ?"
Trust me for some like me,the thrill from horror movies seems interesting until You are a victim yourself one day.Yes,it was my turn That day.
My limbs were split wide and was held tight by the four unknown giants.But, for some reason these giants wore their dirty white aprons.My body had been intruded by these unknown carnivorous living intrusions.Which has already decayed one of my lower and both of my upper limbs and has scavenged on it.I learnt that it was high time to get them cut off from my body or its gonna spread all over.
Oh my ! I dont wish these filthy heavy grown untamed doctors to possibly be my caretakers.
With a deep voice one said " Chop it down, Chop it"
The BuZzzzz'ling Chainsaw was bursting my head off.
First was my right hand.I could already feel my humerus beneath my flesh shivering and vibrating vigorously with all the veins pulling it back.Its about to be cut off,splashing red all over.The sharp toothed blades of the chainsaw slowly cut through my right arm from the inner side of my elbow.Yelling and Screaming out of pain..........
For the hundredth time i thanked god for it being just a dream.
It has become a Mass Killing tool ever since the movie "Chainsaw Massacre"
I had been a person,who once loved to sit late night,wait for every soul to retire,till the lights went off, locked dark inside and start to enjoy the thrill watching a brutal Death.
I can see some readers thinking " How sick he could be ?"
Trust me for some like me,the thrill from horror movies seems interesting until You are a victim yourself one day.Yes,it was my turn That day.
My limbs were split wide and was held tight by the four unknown giants.But, for some reason these giants wore their dirty white aprons.My body had been intruded by these unknown carnivorous living intrusions.Which has already decayed one of my lower and both of my upper limbs and has scavenged on it.I learnt that it was high time to get them cut off from my body or its gonna spread all over.
Oh my ! I dont wish these filthy heavy grown untamed doctors to possibly be my caretakers.
With a deep voice one said " Chop it down, Chop it"
The BuZzzzz'ling Chainsaw was bursting my head off.
First was my right hand.I could already feel my humerus beneath my flesh shivering and vibrating vigorously with all the veins pulling it back.Its about to be cut off,splashing red all over.The sharp toothed blades of the chainsaw slowly cut through my right arm from the inner side of my elbow.Yelling and Screaming out of pain..........
For the hundredth time i thanked god for it being just a dream.
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