The Pocket

The pocket !
Its An asset of a pant. A Money bag for a daily man. An nu-sense for a tailor and what·so·ever.

In our Story lets see what was it for Mr.T !

Mr.T was a costume freak, At-least amongst his friends. Some loved him and some hated him for the same. He kind of enjoyed their comments and the faces they made. He also had a Pant which his MOM liked so much. It had 2 huge POCKETS for which kangaroos would go on a auction to own them. It was the POCKETS that turned on Mr.T to own it.

Fun he had from their Comments on his pants and the Answers he gave:

# Are u working for the Packers and movers ?

# (On a Picnic) Lets all leave our belongings here. .

# Hey where's your Apron ? Don't you know we had to Centrifuge the DNA samples
>Mr.T : Here it is..(Pulling it out of his pocket)
and your notes ?
>Mr.T : Dats' y i hav two pockets !!

# I knw y ur mom likes your pants...she loves taking you to the Grocery Store !

# Hey buddy can you pick me a bottle of kingfisher n drop it in ?
>Mr.T : @#$%! ..

This is how that particular day Mr.T had worn his pants to his college.That day since his faculty wasn't present he had to kill time with his friends.He had gone to the ground floor to meet some friends and from the open windows of that classroom(i meant open windows without even the bars) he jumped out to the backyard with a bunch of his mates for a unknown reason.

That backyard was rustling with a lot of dry trees and weathered leaves on the ground.Mr.T had a super eye for the creatures.He spotted a Green tree snake crawling on one of the branches of a tree.Mr.T had a record in tampering snakes and boasted as he kept his log of stamping approx 24 snakes to death in that particular months. As his house was constructed near a river bank, he encountered a lot of water snakes in and around his house especially on the seasons,Which were all Non-Venomous.He proudly called himself as T.Irwin after the famous crocodile hunter who got killed by a sting ray. And, every-time he laughed at this joke.

Just like every other geek would want to act brave in-front of his mates,he had to take upon a challenge of catching one alive which was his second attempt after a water snake he managed to pull out of a well with his bare hands.But,this time he had to catch it. Being a Science graduate he knew green snakes are not venomous as compared to the other ones,he kept his cool. But, he also knew the Green snakes hanging in trees target your eyes,on a attack as they are attracted to the shiny eyes. That was sure of an Adrenaline moment for Mr.T. He somehow gathered courage to pull it down from the tree but his mission was to grab its head. Just because that's how the Professionals do.

Though he was brave he had to cheat a Little. He pulled a grassy herb and used it as a glove thinking it would prevent him. And,also he believed anything artificial like a polythene bag or a paper would be silly for his reputation among snakes. He had also mastered the technique of grabbing its tail first pulling it with the other hand and then manage to catch its head. HE CAUGHT IT. Hurray !..... He laughed for having proved he was T.Irwin. Now that he had caught a snake,he cant just leave it back. Come on folks he is a now a hero.

He has to take it to the class and fortunately his POCKETS came handy. He held the head of the trawling snake tight with a great fear camouflaged behind his proud smile. He rolled the green pathetic serpent around his fist and put his iron hands into the POCKET and started walking to the class. That small walk till his class kept his pulse for a week. It was a cruel harassment inside the POCKET. He was sweating as he entered the class.

At-last after celebrating his accomplishment after all the pranks in the class he threw it off the window.

Mr.T has now realized it was a pitiful thing he did, to prove his bravery. Later , after all his self realization he became a member of Greenpeace. That was the last snake he caught and every-time when he recollected that incident, the Serpent lived ...................'Happily Ever After' !!

BEAT THE CHEAT II

I never expected i would encounter BEAT THE CHEAT II.
This time,it was once again the Gas station a IBP petrol bunk situated near
my work place .It was definetely unusual for me to pump in gas there.If only my
bike TeeZ wasn't really dry you wouldn't be even reading this.

This time i dared to take a test on my alertness.This is how it began...
I managed to squeeze out from the jammed signal and move to the last lane looking for my contender.There it was ! ,a lonely station staring at me like a vulture eying a rat from the tree top.The green little rat thinking it can outsmart,entered into the station.

I was welcomed by the two of the three men.This is not new i thought.Tactics i've
learn't till then.

#1. Never ever indulge in a conversation with the guy who fills the Gas.(Not even
reply a word facing them).
#2. Don't miss him entering the Quantity or the Amount to which you fill the gas.
#3(a). Here comes the twister..CASH or CARD ?
3(b) A second chatter.. Shall i fill in a round up quantity eg: 3 ltr/ 5 ltr ?
if filled for liters count. Shall i fill in a round up Value eg: Rs.200 /Rs.500 ? ( I reply for this with my heads constrained to the meter).
#4. Watch the meter till he fills the last drop.
#5. If using a card i would get down ,walk with him to the counter if needed,Swipe
it myself or i would make sure to notice him do it just once.

The bell rung.. I passed the #1 & #2 as if i were a pro.The #3rd trick always pulls me down.I
feel its quite indecent to respond to anyone turning ur back but,still i had to fail on my manners.I always concentrate for the #4 and i always avoid #5.
What else could go Wrong !?!

i filled for Rs.200 and payed him 500rupees note.Watched him carefully count the
balance of 300,and give me the balance. I was shocked to notice when i count it again i miss a note.And,he watched me realize and stare back at him,to hand over me the last note.

[THE TRICK]
The trick only the magicians mastered all these days.Now a service person
at the gas station does it so fluently.When he flips the last note,he actually
slips it to the bag he had and hits his other notes and hands it to you.
Oh my ! his timing is so good .

Thanks to Raghav my friend who developed an eye for me to notice the card tricks he
does ;)

Johny & Janani

Let me tell a story of the two CHICKS..
Yeah!,they were the real chicks.

The story happened at my childhood when i was in my UKG ( Upper KinderGarten ). I came up with this idea of pets,After watching the neighboring kids play with their chicks.I fought hard and had my mom pay for them.They were not more than 2 Rupees each,but were my universe.

The Active and Attractive yellow chick - Johny.
Not so bold yet a Perfect partner orange chick - Janani.

I had them always with me in a basket carrying them everywhere i freaked.I troubled my mom to water and feed the two cuties because,i was scared they might sting my little pinky if i did it myself.I insisted my mom to refill their water cups every-time i spilled them all-over carrying the basket.This dint' last longer.

That day after school,I had let them out for the so called OUTING.(Out of the Basket). My mom was busy in the kitchen and my dad had gone out for prayers.I was all alone with Johny and Janani at the lawn located at the side of my home.

I had to answer my nature calls.I was desperate.So scared to catch the chicks and put them into the basket.I dint' have time to call my mom from the kitchen inside,she wouldn't hear me either.I thought of 'THE PLAN' . It was so simple,Run as fast as i can to the toilet and return back to watch them.

I ran......In the toilet,i feared to open the tap because i could not hear my chicks if anything went wrong.I imagined them all alone searching me in the lonely dense lawn.But,before i even finished i heard them scream.

Oh my GOD ! what happened to them? .My heart started aching.I sprang out pulling my underwear up my knee,i watched the horrifying nightmare happen right in front of my eyes.I saw my yellow johny flying in the air admits of some black cold blooded creatures.

The Crows had been waiting for me to leave and as soon i left.They had hunted my little Johny.I found Janani hiding itself under a pot.I yelled,screamed and then cried watching the black monsters prey on my little Johny .No-one heard me.I fought hard to bring him down but,at that point the black monsters were clever than me.They never lost their grip neither came down.I saw one crow snatching him from another.I couldn't take it anymore.That is when my dad entered home.

My Dad never allowed anyone make me cry.Unfortunately he too couldn't help me that day.I screamed at my dad to shoot down the crows.He had no choice but to bring the Unloaded double barrel Shotgun we had,and just pretend to fire them.It was too late.

I thought Janani wouldn't stay with it.so i gave her to my friend.They were my 1st and the last pets ever.

My 1st horrifying nightmare. .

BEAT the CHEAT !

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.

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 !

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 !

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.