The Story

I am going to attempt fiction as and when I have the time....So I am looking forward to hearing from you guys about the question I asked...yes its loosely based on heroes,turbulence and all the other super hero movies we have seen...

jus thought wil have some fun with the concept.

watch this space.....

coming soon....

Wingman Weedo

Ah yes..its good to be back...back to my usual writing where I get to throw flak at some person.As the title says,it should leave you no doubt who should not read this post.If your name is Naveed Ahmed Gesudraz its probably better you look away now,but then again he aint got much to do in life,so will be reading this!(Oh!lowbow!).

To the uninformed,St.Gesudraz a.k.a Weedo is a rather new addition to the gang whom I met while playing foot ball.Same school,same area,almost same thinking.

sample this....

1.Vishnu:Prem does your dean have a daughter?

WW:Is she hot??

2.Prem:I am going to meet my colleague today.

WW:Is she hot??

3.Swathi:Guys keep quiet I am on the phone with a friend..

WW: ..................(Do you really wan2 know?)

Now the surprising thing is that the above 3 dialogues hapnd within 5 min of each other.

700 years of lineage

700 friends on facebook

But his cell he will always lose

By hook or by crook

If you had describe Weedo,it would be this way.

Naveed Ahmed has changed his facebook status

7 pm:Looking forward to first date...

715 pm:Excitement building up....

725 pm:What to wear?

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730pm:Decided to go with white and my beloved borsalino....

745pm:Here goes...I am on top of the world

755pm:Outside the restaurant

8 pm:Seated and waiting,my internet dream is about to come.

815pm:Hot girl entering....is this the one?borsalino do your trick

817pm:She aint the one....:(

820pm:No sign yet ,decided to order.

825pm:Holy Cow this place is expensive...

845pm:Food is good....

9pm:Quality alone time,good food,Facebook Mobile..Good times..

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One day Weedo came home all excited and said" Pommie when was the last time you met a girl?"Me being the lady killer I am said "Not too long back,less than a year".

Weedo was like "Come on dude ,lets change it,fortune favours the bold after all"

"No way man,I gotta play TribalWars online.I am going to conquer a village!!!"

"Oh Pommie get a life.How many villages do you have?i have 3!"

"4 machi!!"

"OK ok leave that..come on da lets go clubbing..it will be fun"

"Will girls be there Weedo?"

"Yes da,my friend said they are comin,have some fun da"

"Oh alright...lets do this machan"

With an imagined soundtrack of The Racounters playing in my head I got ready...Weedo arrived and it was time to go and make some chicks lucky!!We both set out to 10D humming all the songs we knew and Weedo giving valuable tips on how to talk to girls.

We arrived to loud music and a bevy of girls none of whom were the ones we were supposed to meet.Weedo did introduce me to 4 guys though...I looked at a girl and she took my breath away..Weedo said "Go talk machi...."

I could imagine walking up to her

Smiling at her

make a conversation

Flirt lightly

Get her phone number

Text her for a few days

Talk for hours on the phone

Go on our first date

Have a steady relationship for a few months

And then get dumped by her:)

"Nah machi,She is not my type!!!":)

And then Weedo dropped the bomb of the night."Machan the girls we were supposed to meet have left da."

I looked at him and burst out laughing...somethings never change eh...

We did have a nice drive back singing jason Mraz...

Good friends,good music,Good times....

Penance of Prose

This is a poem I wrote in 2006.I just found it and I think the world should not be denied my undeniable genius!!

I was born in 1986

and put my parents in a fix

Cuz they couldn't decide on a name

at last they settled for Prem

Alas!For it meant love

I was no little dove

I caused a lot of trouble

and created a lot of rubble

I never used to eat

unless my clothes were neat

I hated any dish

which had any fish

I was a little infant

but a big tyrant

I loved to play

and make unknown stuff with clay

I went to school

but I was never cool

I wasn't bad at academics

but evaded it with many tricks

I was called a bully

but that was someones folly

I wasn't a coward

but I was always covered

I tried to decipher maths

but it was like an axe

that went through my brain

and caused many a strain

I tried to play cricket

but someone always got my wicket

I tried to swim

but that was someone's whim

I played football

it was a close call

I once fell

my elbow had a swell

I hated social

it was too glacial

As for history

it remains a mystery

I was fourteen

and I had seen

enough of life

not to want a life

But i saw a girl

who sent me in a whirl

I never spoke

but waited for a lucky stroke

Needless to say

I never had my way

I cleared my boards

and my dad paid hoards

to put me in college

to gain some knowledge

I am going to be a doc

Don't you dare mock!

That is my autobiography

What a strange story

The Sun and the Moon 2

The next morning began with a horde of voices around me.I was momentarily disoriented but I soon realised why 15 boys were waking me up.Me and Tan were sleeping near the doorway and effectively blocking the exit to freedom from the oxygen starved room(It was heaven compared to the tent though!).

Most of us showered and got ready and were on our merry way back to the campsite.The morning walk was not so nice as the night walk but there was a sense of eager anticipation that words can't possibly describe.The itinerary started with a trek uphill to a falls.

Some were in peak physical condition as they were athletes or some such thing.The uphill inclined trek was a cake walk for those types.Me of course, was not.I huffed and puffed my way as Wats,Tan and Murgi happily kept climbing.I did have some company in the girls who were also slow.So we went up slowly as tales of animals and Veerappan filled the air.

The vista was breathtaking.At some points the path was a sheer cliff with a deep ravine to our right.At others, the view of the Nilgiris was simply stunning.We saw a train track and someone promptly told us that this was the line of Veerappan territory.Now whether this is actually true I do not know but it was still scary nevertheless.Suddenly a bear was not the biggest fear.

At long long long last we reached our destination.The falls were picturesque,more so because of the effort I had put into getting there!We were treated to some needless jokes by the boys as usual...But the Sirs accompanying us sure had a whale of time in the water.

Our return to base camp was uneventful.The lunch as ever ,delicious.Our instructors told us that the electric fence actually had electricity!They said 'DONT TOUCH IT'.What teenage boys do?Of course We touched it.Thankfully it did not affect us too much.Apparently the real shock is in the evening.We then did rapelling or at least some did it.Due to light constraints many of us did not get the turn.More course people who were on it were slower than tortoises on a beach!

There was this episode of Abinay and Ram Prasad.Jus too much drama over nothing.The night was a campfire night with nothing much happening except me making a fool of myself trying to imitate Rajesh,the Hero from Cheerasamudram.

The tent was of course brilliant.Too hot, but 6 guys with their stories means the weather is forgotten.Tales of every topic was flying around.Right from teacher bashing to girl bashing, there was everything.It is safe to say that we all got to know each other very well and the foundation of G8 was being laid!

There was cat calls and jokes from all the other tents and we could have actual conversations with nearby tents.It was without doubt a truly amazing night and they all let us sleep into the morning.

The last day was nothing much,Simulated river crossing was fun enough but you just cannot cross a river that was not there!!After that the boys had a game that began benignly but became decidedly violent.We were split into two teams and had to catch members of the other team and drag them to base.I always remember Me,Tan and Wats wrestling with this huge guy called Arun Subu and bringing him down.Had a few bruises after that game but it was a testosterone fueled version of hide and seek!!

The return journey back by train was of course very eventful.It was 'that' Truth or dare game which nobody would forget or needs reminding.Mandeep wearing a girl's jacket,Keerthi answering the oft asked question,everyone getting their jack ripped out by 'truth' but too scared to try dare!!

The trip was, to put it mildly, a game changer!For me my best memory of the trip will always be Tan and me trekking through the forest and singing Bryan Adams without a care in the world.Wish we hadnt grown up eh?

The Sun and the Moon

The alarm pierced the night air and cut my dream much like a machete swinging remorselessly through the forest.I woke up and groggily looked around at the pre dawn darkness.I saw the 4 am time and then the sleep washed away.The excitement began.That rumbling in the stomach that starts deep down and slowly passes through your veins and finally touches your heart. The eager anticipation of something exhilarating.

This was the 9th standard.I think it was September 2001 if memory serves me right.It was time for Kallar!!Till that time school field trip meant a boring day at some museum or worse,at an amusement park. But this would be the mother of all trips!The harbinger of more to come.It would set the tone for an affair with nature that continues to this day.

I jumped out of bed and practically ran through my chores.My parents gave me the standard Parentsy dialogue "If you had shown this interest in academics,you would have gone somewhere now."At that point I can assure you academics was far away from my mind(Ok I admit it usually is...).We left home and headed to KK nagar to pick up the Murg.It was the railway station after that to see the other PSBB clad teenagers waiting for a slice of life.I still remember the comparisons to ONYX uniforms when our yellow-grey uniforms first came to light.On hindsight, we did have nice uniforms.

The journey began without much ado at 6:15am.The whole bunch was pretty much there.Tan,KK,Rajesh,Wats and Murg.Notable absentees were Kastor and Sundy I think.It was then that we played bluff and Murg did a legen......dary play.In a game with 2 packs he smartly brought down '12 twos'!!Needles to say, he lost that game.Also significant in that trip was the intro of dumb charades in a major way!It certainly helped in my future love life(or something like that!:)

We reached Coimbatore around afternoon and cramped into a bus that took us to Kallar.We were 40 km from Ooty and that I saw Kallar. It was love...at first sight.Rather often for me, eh?But this was different....The swaying palms,the cool breeze wafting through the shrubs,the warm sun caressing our faces,the sound of a stream gurgling through,the mesmeric sound of silence.Nature at its best.It was a profound effect for us wee ones but a love of the outdoors was born that day in many of us.

The food was excellent!!More so cuz the others didnt like it much and I got a large portion!!Our first evening involved an orientation and then we got split into groups.I was very relieved when Murgi,KK,Wats,Tan me and Keer were all in Charlie group.They taught us about tents and we tried pitching them.

It was a hilarious hour that ensued as we tried beating down nails in soft ground,tied ropes to trees and then tripped over them.None of us had a clue what we were doing but its safe to say we had a kick ass time.

And then night fell in the way it can only fall in the hills,The light of day gives way to starlight.The sky lit up with a million stars and many ceased work to see this rarity of a sight.Keer looked up oblivious to all and said something about it being romantic.I very astutely wrinkled my nose and said "No its not,Now get back to work".I looked at her face.....and I knew in that instant that if she held anything in her hand apart from a torch(Which was the current occupant) I would not have left Kallar unscathed.

' My experiences with Tent ' was clearly not a book we were righting.But amidst the brains of a future Journalist,Engineer,Aeronautics guy,Auto guy and a doctor we managed to set up some semblance of a tent!!The guys then trekked to a place far far away.It was supposed to be 5km but I can swear it at least 10km.But it didnt matter cuz Tandeep and me brought up the rear(It would become a habit) and we were talking everything from cloud shapes to world politics with occasional tidbits from Murgi.It was a walk to remember cuz there is nothing like a good long walk with good friends.

At that time there was no ipods,i phones,GPRS and what not.So you had no choice but to talk to the person next to you!We reached a hotel and 15 boys cramped into one room!It was a perfusion of smelly feet and smelly socks and some more smelly socks!!!!

to be contd>>>>>

The Juan Carlos Blog 1

I wiped the sweat off my forehead and felt the searing heat singe my hair.The breeze felt like a blast furnace.Yep,I was in India alright...no mistakes.Chennai...here at last,what a journey to land up here.I walked into the school building and looked around at the funniest uniform ever!Blue blue and blue like a security guard!!

S.B.O.A Anna Nagar.My first impression was 'What the hell have I got myself into?'A sea of unfamiliar faces speaking a tongue I am not proficient in...I been here before...I looked around for 11 F and finally found it.

And then it happened!!!The moment that every guy waits for!I almost could not believe my eyes.Yes it was true.Right here in the middle of nowhere!!!!A familiar face!

Short,dark and handsome this guy was instantly familiar and then I knew it.I had seen him before in my old school.Ladies and Gentlemen allow me to introduce S.R.Murugan!I went up to him and he recognised me!This day was getting better alright.

"Hi da I am Murugan!".I could have hugged him but I sedately said "I'm Jhonnn.."

Blank look

"Jhonnnn"

Blank look again

"Jon"

Puzzled expression

"Jovan"

Raised eyebrow

"JOHN"

"Ah Ok ok...arent you from Saudi?".....

There was something comforting in seeing him...Then after introductions were over he told me the bad news that he was actually in 11 E.We weren' in the same class!I was less than happy about this but well least he is in the next class.He introduced me to his friend Prem something...who turned out to be in my class.

So Our class began and My life in India was just starting.I looked around at the wooden benches,fans,windows and did I mention blue uniforms.But there was an even bigger nightmare awaiting me....

The class had.....GIRLS!!'Yikes...we don have those in Saudi!!!'I looked over at Prem,him with funny beard and moustache and an equally shell shocked expression!Apparently switching from his old school to here was an almost equal culture shock and he actually used the 'F' word and that took me by suprise.Maybe he was not the ideal person to sit with?

The roll call began and I heard "Antony John Pitchai Carolin".Wazzat???Prem looked at me with a bemused look and said "Thats your name?"

I was in India alright.....

The Stingh?

Some say he has a beard.

Some say he is a 'terror'ist.

Some say he is a petrol head.

Some say he has a 'kondai'...

And I will call him ....The Stingh (Stig + Singh for all you slow learners!)

If you haven't already guessed who this is you should stop reading.

With a name as strange as Tandeep Singh Jandu this guy has been one of the two people who has had the biggest impact on my life.If you read Clive Cussler his character Al Giordano probably perfectly describes Tan the Man.

Short but built like a bulldozer with a cigarette dangling from his bearded lip and driving a bike far heavier than him(u wonder how he does that?).There is one difference though...Al usually gets his girl.I can imagine Tan reading this and thinkin "Dei naaye Prem I do get them."

But this is my blog as I pointed out before.Its my version of things.

Introducción

In 5th standard when I first came to Chennai and PSBB a fateful thing hapnd.Our class teacher Usha ma'am made me sit with The Stingh(least the mini version).In front was Jag and KK.That

was the intro and the beginning of 'The Quartet'.

The ebulient (I don know the spelling) Singh was very likeable.He spoke well and I think its safe to say we hit it off from that time.The 4 of us got on famously but obviously I was closest to Tan the Man.

Influencia

One of his big influences would come in I think 6th standard when he introduced me to the world of music....Stereo Nation,Bryan Adams,BSB, Bon Jovi would all be cities in Europe to me unless Tan had told me about them. To this day Bryan Adams songs remind me of said turbanator.

Non Influencia-La Stig

The one thing he probably tried numerous times but failed was to get me interested in cars or bikes.For some reason things that have wheels do not interest me!!But maybe it was those singular differences which made us get along.His love always fascinated me.Its one of those 'cool' things I wish I could do but cant.Take a nice T bird and ride 200 miles into the sun.

But I did ride a Dio for 20 miles in Goa...does that count Tan??Top Gear also you told me about.

The Singh

He is a typical punjabi in lovin wine,women and wheels...(I think thats the wrong order mate!)

In dec of 2001,we had all gone to Vizag and got a room previously occupied by 3 girls.The room smelt like 3 girls had been there (Girls reading this blog-room stank to heavens!!!,boys-u get the drift...).Enter the hero of Chirasamudram aka..Rajesh.He very smartly sprayed his deodorant all over our room to mask the smell of socks and clothes.

We then assumed the crisis had passed and sneakily ordered Chicken 65(Brahmin School machan!!).We gorged down our hidden food and sat down to watch a....well....hmm...uh....Cricket match!!!(minors may be reading this!)

But the crisis was just beginning.

The smell of deo+old socks+ Chicken 65=ALCOHOL SMELL

this was a formula we did not know about.At 1 am there was a loud banging on our doors.As we groggily opened our hotel room the '10K' guys barged in and demanded the above mentioned Alcohol!

They rampaged thru our room and even opened the flush to see where we had hidden the stash.Needless to say they didnt find the non existent Alcohol.they cursed our selfishness and left.

We spent the rest of the night talkin with messrs Vinay(lawyer now) and Bachchu(Business magnate).The next day we were red eyed and walkin around sleepily!!!nobody ever believed our story that there was no spirits!!

Little did I imagine that day the first time I would drink would be with that same person !!

More to come later....