< MICRO TIP PEN >

This incident happened in my 10th Standard, after the Model Exams.Mr.Biology comes to the class and distributes the answer sheets.Every one got their answer sheets except me

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Mr.Biology: Hope you all have recieved your answer sheets.

Me: [*Rises my hands.] Sir...I...

Mr.Biology: [ Stares at me], Well... You can come to the Biology Lab to collect it.

Me: [*Sighs! Whats next].Yes ...sir.

My Wing Man: Royally Screwed Eh?In Biology? [Surprised Face..Did I see a fly comin out of his mouth?]

Me: [Gives him a beeg Smile.] Shut Up Dork!!

My Wing Man: Do you want me to come with ya?

Me: Na...This is a solo mission dodo.

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After the class I rush after my Biology sir to the Biology Lab.The long walk to the Biology lab was silent and took longer than expected. The corridors ahead seem long and twisted. There was death written on both sides of the walls.[ Too much coffee..Too much coffee...The coffee Iam having now is helping my brain cells color the incident with VIBGYOR.]..

Location :The Biology Lab

+2 Students were having their Lab Session at that time in the lab.The whole lab was fully packed.The so called Senior Dorks were looking at me and grinning. Idiots..they don't know why I was there at that time, but they really knew something was not right.Duh! The brain waves.Again too much price to pay for being famous.I entered the Biology Lab ..taking a deep breathe.

Mr Biology: Can you bring the Microscope to my table.

Me: Yes Sir [*Went to get the Microscope thingy from the Shelf ][*I was thinking of the long wait, till he finishes off his lecture to the +2 Poipils then embarssing me in front of the Senior chics and Dorks.Hitler Guy! Sadistic... huh!][*I came back and placed the Microscope thingy on his table]

Mr:Biology: How much marks do you really expect for this paper?

Me: Sir, well...er...I have done quiet well.

Mr.Biology: Really? But you havent.

Me: [*Gulp. *Treason...Somebody switched the papers.Confused.A conspiracy theory in the making.Is the CIA involved?]

Mr.Biology: [*Hands me the answer sheets.] Focus your answer paper under the microscope.Damn it.I can't read your smaaaaall handwriting. I will read the questions.I want you to place the answer sheet under the microscope and then read out the answer loud to me.Dont read what is not written on it.Iam trusting you.[He said that with a grin] You correct it.I will tell you the marks, add the marks to the left side.

Me: [*Gulp..],[*Giggles and laughs in the background],[*Sweating..though the Fan was whooosh whooosh at full speed]. .Sir... [The only word came out of my mouth]

Mr Biology: How do you manage to write so small and May be you can read it.but my boy.I am old, so will be the persons who will be checking your answer for your board exams. Now..place the paper under the microscope.

Me: [*Gulp... Sighs!!!],[Giggles and laughs in the backgroung getting louder and louder]

Mr Biology to the whole Class:Yeah, Silence please.This could happen to you too.

Me: [*Giving the whole class a cold stare.][*Yeah ..Don't laugh at other people's 'Situations'.Dorks!!!. Wont you good students be frying the cockroaches in front of you, over the spirit lamp and be eating it, rather than watch my facial muscles for the sligtest twitch it makes.]

Mr Biology to me: What you looking at?Do it..Place it under the microscope.

As I was about to commit to that high pitched command.calling all forces of nature to rescue me from such a dreaded situation....The Library Madam came in to talk something to the Biology Sir.

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.......Time went by....

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Mr Biology: Yeah, I will give you the answer sheet, after correcting.But I may call you when I need your help.Now you may go back to the class.

.............*SIGHS!!!................

[Felt the same relief of taking a leak after a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong time ]

Library Madam: Whats this about?Why is he here?

Mr Biology: [Hands her my answer sheets.] Madam,can you read that?

Library Madam:[Laughs],How do you manage to write it soo small?

Me: [*Yeah..In future I want to specialise in NANO technology.]

Me: [Confused as to laugh or just keep it zipped]Sir,Can I go?

Mr Biology:Yeah.I will call you when I need you here.

I walk past ...cold stares and stooopid comments from the +2 intellectuals.Autographs...anyone?

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< DEFORESTATION >

This incident happened when I was in my doing my +1. [Yeah! meim dasvee pass hey ]

I happened to be a backbencher but used to be recognised and honored by my principal for every happening in my school campus.
Yeah..you guessed it right, fame brings its own problems with it.No wonder people like Marc Anthony, Tomcruise etc hide their faces behind beeg goggles; unfortunately my campus rules didnt permit me from wearing anyof those face hiding stuffs.

The subject I used to score quiet well used to be, the subject biology [Did I hear you say...aaaaaaaaawwwww .Zip it..Zip it.] +1 used to be like a vacation academic year, because all the teachers want 10th and 12th students to score well.So +1 students are kinda spared and the 10th and 12th students are grilled to the core.
But then again my comrades....we feel like convicts sentenced to death and awaiting execution.

In the Biology exam, the essay part, I wrote my heart out on the topic "Deforestation and Its Impact on Earth". Yeah any politician can speak on that topic for hours, so I could write an 8 page essay on that.
Well, having completed the rest of the questions in biology quiet well and having enough time to spare for a lengthy Essay I was not taxing myself on the words and yeah even paper.

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Finally the day came when the answer sheets were passed back to us.
To my surprise and having cracked my poor brain cells and the muscles on my arms and fingers, the Biology sir only gave me 1/2 mark for my Essay.

huh!

The dork who was sitting next to me got,well good marks.
This calls for the COMRADE inside me taking the Rose out of the GUN BARREL and Squishin it with boots.
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I went to meet my teacher Mr.Biology.

The conversation is as follows
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Me:Sir...Err.... I ve written the essay and...

Biology sir: Okay.Whats with it.

Me:Sir..Ive done quiet well and only half mark for the whole thing.[Trying to be calm and puppy eyes]

Biology sir:*Takes the answer sheets from my hands..thumbs through the papers and the 8 page essay.

Me:Sir I've written it well.Almost all the points are included.

Biology sir:Yeah I see it.Just tell me something

Me:yeah [* Prepared myself to tackle the toughest question he would push on me ]

Biology sir:How are papers made..I mean what is the raw material?

Me:Trees

Biology sir: Whats your topic for essay?

Me:Deforestation and its impact on earth, Sir [*Said that like a good soldier]

Biology sir:So..How many papers did you waste for a 6 marks Essay?

Me:Sir, But

Biology sir:I am not gonna give you any marks..Practice what you preach.

Me:Sir,This is [* This is daylight robbery This is insane.]

Biology sir:Yeah..take is as a point. Firstly, Don't waste paper.Secondly,Don't write too much for a 6 marks question.I dont want you to repeat this in 12th.

Me:Sir,I wont do it again


Biology sir:*Takes the paper from my hands and writes in BEEEEG LETTERS in my answer sheet on top of the essay. "NATURAL WASTE"


[Did I Make some noise out of protest? I wouldn't have!!! Was I in shock or in COMA?What does he mean by Natural waste?Is that a personal Insult? Too many questions to answer ]


Me:Thank you sir,

Walks out of the LAB..feeling ........AAAAAAAAAARRGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHH.... I wasted "my ink".

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< ECF SAVES KID >

This is a true life story which happened in an UNOFFICIAL Tea Coffee Sutta meet on 13th July 2008 4:30 PM.
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Location:Forum Mall.
Characters:Juggie, Sorcerer, Sid,! @M !N LOVE
Time:4:30 PM IST

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Wow! A beautiful hot... July Sunday. We The Commandos of ECF planned to meetup at Forum mall, Bangalore to click pics with the Maclaren Mercedez Benz Chic.

The display on my mobile litup in its pale white luminance

SMS from Owner Mama.A.K.A jUggie.

"Where art thou?"

I Called him back.

"Come to the Palm trees thingy.Iam here." I replied.
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Seconds tick by and then a heavy hand gripped my shoulders.
Enter jUggie..dressed in a Black TShirt and a well...a black cloth with something written on it on tied around his well..head.
We took some snaps of the Mclaren Babe and went to the first floor to have a "BIRDS EYE VIEW' of the Maclaren thingy
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The ride to the First floor went without any incidents beating the probability factor of one accident per 374932749284724^n rotations.
We found a quiet spot and were talking on errr.... Flopped TCS Mumbai Meet and related things about TCS and the future of TCS as a major Corporate.

Of course we were on high alert for inbound Boggies [Read Bodies].
Over the conversation Me and jUggie was transacting coordinates and marking Inbound Position of pottential threats[ Read Treats..for eyes]

Juggie was talking about PUMA and he was counting the ppl who was wearing PUMA.
I seriously didnt know that jUggie was wearing a PUMA Tshirt and it took me an hour or so to realise he was infact wearing one of those PUMA thingy and thats the reason PUMA came in between our intellectual debates and conversations.

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Moments crawl by.well..now the eyeballs kinda got numb or i don't know if it was the network traffic on the nervous system..Processing shoo much information in short span of time and storing it in the Photo memory storage space.
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ENTER Mr.Iam In Love [Read Mr.! @M !N LOVE... for Now]
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! @M !N LOVE... : Hello.Hows you doing?
jUggie:Hey.You are here
Me:Hey comrade.Hows ya man?

Seems like we questioned each other on the 'Hows you doing' part and never cared to answer.
Yes, We were having too much distratcions to deal with.
Who cares "Hows ya doing'.The answer is self explanatory.
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A Info Update was done on ANKIT [ The soul on vacation ] by Mr.! @M !N LOVE...
Correction:AN Info Update was done on ANKIT [ The soul on vacation ] by Mr.! @M !N LOVE...
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Moments Tick By..
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Enter Sid..Smilin and waving .a Happy Bunny.
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We went to look at the posters and the latest movie release in Bangalore at PVR Cinemas.
Juggie took his photos which are now available for download from his Orkut Picture Book.
[Viewer Description advised after seeing the pics]
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Random thoughts and dialogues were exchanged between us.
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We didnt take the "Transit mall" which is the default option to hangout,sit and sip on the MNC drinks as the inflation was now high and we wanted to be the future Multi Trillionires.
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Soon some chemical reaction happened in jUGGies head and he said.."LETS GO TO JAYNAGAR Shopping Complex"..well folks,its not a complex its a series of vertically and horizontally aligned shops on both sides of the roadway.

We decided to move to Jayanagar Shopping Complex.
We came down to the First Floor,Forum Mall.

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LOCATION: FORUM MALL-FIRST FLOOR
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! @M !N LOVE... ECF COMMANDO spots a kid walking with random footsteps. His Sixth sense fires a signal through the nerves to the CENTRAL NERVOUS SYSTEM.

His subconscious memory analyzes the situation and environmental parameters and declares the Kid as LOST AND LOOKING FOR PARENTS.

! @M !N LOVE... ECF COMMANDO Scans the Area and tries to find a face match...but..the Search Yielded No RESULTS.
To confirm his results returned by his ESP[ Extra Sensory Perception] and INFRA EYE SCAN, he reads the Kids Mind.
That memory scanning didn't end up in a bad sector and returned the Code ..404 MOMA NOT FOUND.

He rushes behind the kid chasing the kid down the shopping floor.The Kid began its random POINT TO POINT WALKING/Running[It was an art];giving the SUPER HERO A Chase.
The Super Hero grabs the kid by his arms and pins the small kid down and stopped his r a n d o m o v e m e n t s across the shopping floor.

jUggie the Commando realizing the situation looks for the Guy with feathers in his cap.
Juggis Mental GPS System provides him the coordinates and he calls for the Feathered Security Guy.

The Other 2 Commandos were trying to asses the situation and was acting as a backup if things go bad or worse.

Super Hero ! @M !N LOVE... COmmando hands over the KID to the "AUTHORITY'.
Soon another FEMALE AUTHORITY Came down and both ! @M !N LOVE... Commando and The Feathered Guy, who happened to be the MALE AUTHORITY gave the Kid to the FEMALE AUTHORITY.
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Then there was a woman who came running in slow motion which happened to be the MOMA the then LOST but Now rescued Kid.

She Said "Thanks a lot"..But ! @M !N LOVE... THE SUPER HERO WAS NO WHERE TO BE SEEN.
He..is not like Spider man who waits for "Thanks" and some cheesy kisses [Ya know what I mean]
! @M !N LOVE... Commando SUPER HERO has more people to save,So excuse him..no time for complements; more than that he needed to submit his research papers with the AUTHORITIES, which is a naked truth.

THE ECF COMMANDO SAVES THE KID

< The Discussion >

Location: Tea Shop-Near Adda
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A beautiful Sunday evening. After a heavy lunch and a small nap, I came down the street to have a cup of hot coffee. The nap had done me no good. I felt more tired and goofy.

With the hot cup of steaming coffee in my hand, I was watching the kids play cricket at the nearby playground.

The coffee tasted good. Strong and with less sugar.

Wow!!
I felt a hand, grip my shoulder from behind. I turned around, to see my friend Ullas with his big smile. He had a packet in his hand.


Ullas: Hi
Me: Hey! Coming after a shopping I guess?
Ullas: Yeah.
Me: Tea or Coffee?
Ullas:Coffee….

* I ordered for another cup of coffee at the counter.

Me:[ Pointing to the packet in his hands]. What is it?
Ullas: Running Shoes.
Me: [With a frown] Okay! Planning to get married. .I guess. So soon?
Ullas: No yar. Planning to get some exercise. Got to cut some fat
[ He said pointing to his stomach.]
Me: Yeah ..right!I thought that’s muscles. Seriously. You have gained some weight in the last few months and its all showing in the middle. Too bad.
[ I frowned]
Ullas: You wanna join me tomorrow morning?
Me: Tomorrow? [Pointing to the packet in his hands] err…I don’t have those.

*Phew…!!. That was close. I bow before my brain cells which came up with a good excuse to bail out of a situation.
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Location: The Restaurant


I was sitting with three of my buddies. Ullas, Sushanth whom we call Sush and Sanoop.
I ordered for a well balanced diet comprising of dosa, veg curry and chicken masala.

Ullas broke the silence.

Ullas: So! Who are all with me tomorrow?
Me: For what?
Sanoop: The running thing ..The early morning jog.
Sush: Tomorrow is Monday, let’s start it on Tuesday.

Evil things happen to people who wake up early on Mondays.

* I saw a little devil, standing on the shoulders of Sush and whispering something in his ears. The devil looked like a miniature me.
Ullas: No. Tomorrow means tomorrow.
Sanoop: I don’t know. I have to wake up early.Right? and Monday………….
Me:[Laughing] Yeah! you have to wake up, early in the morning and for that you have to go to sleep early, giving a miss to those late night block buster movies.
* I was contributing my, constructive ideas for these kids, to help them in their decision making process.
Me: No pain…No gain. [ I added my punch line]

I looked at Ullas.

Ullas: Yeah He is right. No pain..No Gain. See…..[ The lecture begins]
Ullas: See.. We don’t get enough exercise everyday because we lead a very comfortable life.
Me:[Thinking].Yeah right mister Inventor.
* As a gesture of appreciation for his new theory, I filled his glass with hot water.


This dinner is gonna last a bit longer than usual.
As if Sanoop read my mind and the fact behind me filling up his glass. He winked at me and I winked back.

Ullas: You know! The cab picks us up and drop us back. We don’t get exercise like walking to office or while coming back from office.

Me:[Thinking]…. Yes! Slaves should arrive on time, and long back, they were chained together and made to walk all the way to the Egyptian desert to build pyramids. Lucky they don’t do that now. How embarrassing it would be.

Thinking about boarding a BMTC bus. That itself is a good exercise. First you have to sprint behind the bus with your backpack with heavy reference manuals, may be your laptop and associated items for a few meters or yards or miles and chase them down.

This means a good exercise for your thighs and calf muscles.

Climbing into the moving bus itself puts us in a fair deal of acrobatics.
For that you will have to leap into any empty space inside the bus. Here the hand eye coordination comes into play. The leap should avoid the iron bar in the middle and you have to time your hold with relation to the movement of the bus. Then you have to hoist yourself into the bus, before the door snaps shut, meaning you exert all your energy to push yourself forward and hoist yourself up. This gives exercise to your arm muscles. The forearm muscles basically.

Then you have to inch your way, to the inside of the bus. This increases the ability of your body to be more flexible and squeeze into the minimum available space.
A metaphor would be like packing your heavy luggage for a long vacation and you want to travel light.
This exercise improves your abdomen muscles and help gain strength to the muscles on the both sides of your stomach.

Now more benefits.

Lucky you. The bus you boarded can be over crowded, that means you will have to hang on the bars [Excuse me. BMTC buses don’t come with pubs attached. I was referring to the iron bars ] all the way there by helping your shoulder muscles and muscles in forearms again.

This is an exercise to improve your wings or grow wings. Without Red Bull.

*Punch Line: Blue Bus gives me Weengs….: Blue Bus gives me Weengs….

If the person standing next to you had a bath in the morning in alcohol or is wearing the pungent smelling [ Ref:12th Chemistry lab manual] deo or perfume that could split your skull into two and make the sensitive olfactory bulb inside your nose fuse or the having Body Odour [B.O] of a BMP truck you are incredibly lucky, because your lungs get the exercise. The air holding capacity of the lungs is improved many times the average person or of gym goers.

This air holding exercise improves your health from the inside. No need to go for swimming. You would wish, you need one, after you reach your destination.

The persons embarking and disembarking the bus can give you good foot massage, revitalizing the pressure points on your foot and legs and knees etc. The whole lower body gets a good massage. This massage is also free of cost or at least at the cost of your bus ticket.

The instructor (Conductor) can make you do monkey bars inside the moving bus and you learn to dodge the conductor. This ladies and gentlemen is called ‘Dodge the Conductor’ training program.

This program improves your spinal cord’s ability to stabilize your body in very Zero Gravity conditions to hyper G conditions.

The next exercise you are made to do is the ‘Balancing Act’. As such this is an art form gaining too much popularity with the masses. Even NASA has shown interest in this art form for its space explorers.

This exercise means suspending your body between 2 individuals [Note: These two individuals are also suspended in Zero Gravity conditions. Gravity does exist but we are time traveling and in such cases gravity is No Longer Factor-NLF]

Then you have to lean yourself to the nearest handrail or the pole and get your purse out for the bus pass or to pay for the ticket.

This ‘Balancing Act’ helps your body’s response system to adapt even to small disturbances in the environment. Every tiny muscle in your body like the facial muscles the gums of your teeth etc is given a large workout during this maneuver.

This also has psychological advantages too. When the bus you are traveling suddenly breaks a feeling of euphoria passé through you. This excitement can flush away all your then worries.

If you are fortunate enough not to have enough currency change with you or a valid bus pass, you are lucky enough to receive exercise to your ear muscles. You would wish, your ear had flaps or blame the evolution for making the ear muscles vestigial.

The early morning curses are a real treat. This takes away your office blues. Nothing more can worsen your day any further.

This is the ultimate exercise- In response to the conductor’s poetic words the only thing you can move is your eye balls and tongue.[ If the lung permits you can try to speak, you can make some moans or ultra low frequency sound. Under normal circumstances you would be gasping for breathe or words.]

This exercise gives enough exercise to tongue and eyeballs.

The driver guy can take you on a roller coaster ride. Speeding, breaking, and turning rapidly. This adds no extra tax to your ticket. The cost for this show along with entertainment tax is paid by you in your last birth.

If the bus you are traveling has an FM radio Channel kept on at full blast you will surely have the heavens when your soul departs.

“There is no 2 continuous terms in hell” says the religious texts.

Now you are about to reach your destination.

You wrestle your way through the stack of vertical human bodies and reach the door of the bus. You feel all worked out. Every inch of your body is in pain. The same experience of spending around 2+ hours in gym, pumping iron.

You are sweating. You don’t feel a thing from waist down. You look down to your legs to make sure its still there.

As the bus slows down your face shows and ‘auto-grin’ by default.

The door opens and you jump out.

You walk down the street in a funny sort of way, as the astronauts walk on moon or you just came back from there.

Your legs itch, the feel of blood flowing back to the veins.

Once again you feel, the fresh carbon filled air. The warmth of auto exhaust that surrounds you. The chirping of horns and sirens. The street dogs, the panwala, the rigged meter wala Auto wala.

You are alive, you are alive….

You smile, suppressing hard, the urge to have a good laugh at your success in making it back from the bus alive and in one piece.

“Bus Goers are better than Gym Goers”- Sorcerer
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Ullas:[ Touching my hands. ] Are you listening?
Me:Yeah yeah! I missed a few points. No worries. Continue.
Ullas: [Pointing to the chicken in my plate] What is that?

* He want my attention and I am gonna give him all I got.
Me: It’s a chicken. To put it correctly, pieces of chicken.
Ullas: What exactly is that?
Me: I can’t figure out where that part you are pointing belongs to. But let me be brief you this way. A chicken, a beautiful one may be, killed, stripped of its beautiful feathers and skin and made naked, then chopped to eatable pieces, washed and with the best of my information from the F.I.R from my taste buds; its treated with spices and essential items and may be a bit of food color to make it look this cool and deep fried in some cheap oil from a local brand. Decorated with onions and piece of lime and mint leaves. This is how they honor the dead chicken with onions, lemon and mint leaves . This tradition varies from place to place or from hotel to hotel.

[ I replied like an army commander briefing his troops, with a nullified facial expression.]

[Laughs in the background. Lead laugh Sanoop.]


Ullas: No.
Me: No?
Ullas: That is Fat.
Me: No way .This is not. This is a lean chicken. Hardly any meat on it. Duh! I have to pay full price for half the quantity.
[ I replied pointing to the bare bone]
Me: This chicken must be like you, health conscious and on a diet.
Ullas: See man. That fat can give you a heart attack
Me: Yeah! Read it in newspapers. [I replied with a frown.]
Ullas: The arteries can get blocked by fat.
Me: Whateries?.Okay..continue
Ullas: For that you need to run and burn the fat and give your body some exercise. Give your body what it needs.
Me:Hmmm…

[What my body badly needs now is a pair of earplugs.]

Me: Yeah! Thanks for reminding me. I need to buy tooth paste.
Ullas :You coming tomorrow morning?
Me: Not really. I want to but I will join you in a few days time.
Ullas: Yar I need someone to accompany me.
Me: Escort?
Ullas:No man. Someone I can talk to while on the run.
Me: Call me up dude. Call me on the phone.I will talk to ya.I aint got ny to talk to.
Ullas: No yar..not like that.
Me:See, I fully understand. See give me a few days time and I will run with you for sure.
Ullas: Wow! That would be fun.
Me: Yeah! Yeah (evil grin)
Ullas: Sanoop are you in?
Sanoop: I need to rethink on my schedules.

*Sush was on phone.So no ‘Roger’ on that.
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While we were leaving

Ullas: So you are not coming tomorrow?
Me: I said after a few days. Don’t push me too hard or I will try my workout at Blue Bus.
Sanoop: Now I know why you were ‘out of range’ when having food. You were thinking of the travel in the bus right? Aint ya?.Me too in a way.
Me: Yeah!

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He could read my mind. Dork!
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< Restlessness >

Dear Diary:(6th April 2008: 10:15 PM)
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WARNING | BACHELORS DON'T TRY THIS AT HOME
!! Can Encounter Unknown Bugs When Executed.!!



Symptoms:Restlessness and feeling of high and low.
Result: Devastating effect on intestines.
Reacts violently with gastric juices.
A permanent constipated grimace on face.
Bug Fix: Pudinhara (2 Nos.)
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• 2 Cups coconut milk
• 2 Peeled Potatoes
• 3-4 Green chillies
• 4-5 Curry leaves
• 1 tsp Ginger paste
• 1/2 Cup thick coconut milk
• 1/2 tsp Pepper powder
• Salt to taste
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•Chop the potatoes into half-inch cubes.
**[1/2 Inch....Was this the bug? Cube means should have 3 dimensions]

•Boil the potato cubes with thin coconut milk in a pan.
**[ Ask for Thin Coconut.Not Fat ones]

•Add ginger, curry leaves, salt and green chillies.
**[This makes it more colorful like a collash work.]

•Simmer on low flame till the potatoes become soft.
•Add powdered pepper to it.-
**[Make sure the cap is tight,when you shake it down]

•Cook until the gravy gets thickened.
**[Its supposed to thicken! Proportional to how much water you add to it in the first place.]

•Now pour thick coconut milk and simmer for another 2 minutes.
**[Thick coconut?Google it.]
**[Definition: Simmer means to bring a liquid almost to a boil over low heat.]

•Potato stew the colorful dish is ready.
--Serve with chapattis.--
[If you have no other options]


Now where did it go wrong
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Testimonial:
This dish is better if you try it on a Sunday! You will have all the time in the world.
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