Typos

Typos, is it something that gives a sarcastic smile on one’s face. Not always though. Sometimes things can go beyond a smile. Once a student wrote a word “Gramar”; on the first page of his note book. The very first page, line and the heading was a glaring mistake that got aged and overlooked till that day. During the inspection, one of the senior directors of the institution picked some lucky student and asked to submit their English note book; the celebrated mouth-eaten typo was revealed to the whole world. I had a hard time getting over that incident. Oops! Did I say I had a hard time? Ok that’s pretty much it is.

I didn’t learn much from that one though; I made a million typos there after too. Million may be little extravagant exaggeration, anyway enough of the drama.
I saw this billboard on my way to hometown from Bangalore. It said LEMAN TEA… 7.00. I was not director of the shopping complex to punish them for having a typo on the hoarding, so I am just posting it here for everyone. In fact I wasn’t punished for the “Gramar” issue, but the consequence was humiliating.

Living High!!!

Living High!!!

I had fascination about the people who lived their life in skyscraper apartments. Moreover I believed that they are missing scent of the soil. Sometime we are left with no choice and we can’t even think otherwise and hence, now I live in seventh floor. My new job brought me to this city where only millionaire can afford an independent house. The fact is I live far from the downtown, that doesn’t explain the hectic traffic and dust. Well why I should complain about all the odd things that I have chose myself. So let me be nice and be in agreement with this city and thank god letting me live and experience this.

It’s very easy to read date printed in an airline itinerary; there is arrival and departure date. You just follow the rules, and then you can fly to the destination. Provided you should not read your arrival date as your departure date. I learned this in a hard way. Anyway I reached on time for joining to office. There I met one HR lady (young) who reminded me about my first grade teacher. Not that she wore glasses and not that she recited rhymes. It would have been better that way, I was thinking while she was explaining the formalities She presented things as if we are new to corporate environment and she repeated these words over million times “you are not supposed to”. We were fortunate enough, she didn’t shout “silence and sit up straight”.

And I started another phase of my career, so far things are good and I am living HIGH.

Winy Memories

Three of us walked to hostel, I was carrying a bucket. We barely spoke till we entered the hostel then we locked sliding grill door. As we stepped in to the hostel I saw light of relief brightening my friends' fright shadowed face. Haunted by apprehension of getting caught in this lurking business, we were weighing in our minds the damages it can cause. We have successfully completed the second stage of Operation Bloody Wine.

To me wine meant something sweet and tasty, and for that matter I thought entire alcoholic liquors are like wine. I was still a high school boy who has tasted wine in imagination when we commissioned Operation Bloody Wine. Of the many I have invited for dedicating their service to this operation only two responded positively. Others, oh well they just declined my offer saying it's highly unlikely that this project would be successful and a high school boy never made wine. Making wine and drinking were considered to be sins of highest magnitude; most of them didn't approve OBW due to that very reason. They sacrificed the adventure for reasons they thought would save them from troubles. In my hindsight I realized OBW would have been utter failure if we were a large group. For this reason I would like to express my deepest gratitude to those who declined my offer. Without your support this operation would not be successful good job guys. Well done!!! Thanks!!!

There were a few cashew trees in our campus; those were leased to local farmers. Farmers never cared for fruits they plucked the nut out of fruit and piled the fruit under the tress; THERE!!! We found our raw material. Under cover juicing, bottling and fermenting that’s our first task. We gathered at vegetables garden behind our hostel, that’s the best place to bury bottled juice for fermentation so we decided to carry out juicing in same place. We three split our tasks and consecrated ourselves to perform it with perfection. Watch man, squeezer man and those were the roles. I can’t remember if the squeezer guys washed their hands before they started extracting the blood out of poor cashews fruits. Fortunate enough, no one passed by tricking my eagle eyes.

Juice was mixed with sugar and we bottled the same and buried deep under.

We stood in front of the hostel for a while for preparing of executing the very final stage OBW. Third one is more critical than all stages, consumption. This is a rare situation where in production was easier than consumption like an atom bomb. We have successfully smuggled the bottle from the depths of our garden to hostel, we have everything we wanted. One last time we invited some friends again to join the party, thinking their dislike would have abated. The response was more intense and furious. In that hostile environment we tasted wine, and then we acted like we are drunk. In fact anticipation of intoxication blocked its own way, eagerness brought only awakens.

Drink once and earn title drunkard, it happened to us. We became drunkards in hostel mate's eyes. None ever spoke of jubilant team of OBW or OBW as such so now it remain as my obligation to dig a hole on earth and yell out that we broke one of the ten commandments of high school hostel law. Now I am pretty relieved.