The Chronicles of a 21year Old Car Learner....
What does a jobless/hopeless un-shaven un-haircutted (save the lingo...!!) 21 year old guy do on a fine sunny sunday morning.......!?? He is dragged away to learn how to drive a car........!!
It is supposedly supposed to be Un-manly and GAY not knowing how to drive a car being 21....!! Kids today know how to deive a 4 wheeler....so why should a MAN OF THE HOUSE not learn....!!??
So thus began EXPERIMENTS WITH TRUTH between me and Mr.Henry Fords creation...

Day 1,Scene1:The first TRUTH....
My father explains the difference between an accelerator and a clutch and how to release them simultaneously....For god's sake.... I have been driving a 2 wheeler for the past 7-8 years and know the damn difference between a clutch and an accelerator...!!! As I have taken a vow of not arguing with others,I keep mum and listen to all the "INSTRUCTIONS".Ok, now the car has started and I slowly move forward trying to control the steering in a MANLY way, all is fine upto the next curve.

Day 1,Scene2:The REALISATION....
A very neat curve lies ahead which I have passed a ZILLION times on my motorbike.Sitting behind the sinsiter looking steering wheel,I realise that Mr.Henry Ford made a grave mistake in his creation of the century....and that is he did not provide a mirror in which the driver can see all the 4 tyres....!!! For all the EDUCATION I have got in my 3 years of engineering and my so called expertise in driving two-wheelers,I suddenly forget the difference between a clutch and an accelerator.... The car suddenly moves and stops just in front of a ditch.....(the conversation and after this is for the readers(if any..!!) to comprehend...!!)

Day 2,Scene 3:The MOTHER of all problems.....
The night is fresh,the grass is green and what does the 21 year old guy do...?? Ask for a 2nd lesson in driving with his mother sitting in the rear seat...!! Everything starts of well,the TAKE OFF is neat..so is the first turn.Slowly we enter the main road,all is well..suddenly the whole of the rear portion of the car starts to VIBRATE to say the least...mother india is jumping in the seat and asking me to hand back the car to her man in shining armor for the moment....My MALE EGO and TESTOSTRONE refuse the offer and I continue my drive into the city.I hear a cry of relief/terror/excitement from the rear end every time another vehicle passes by.... and I remember those days....when I used to honk loudly on my motorbike everytime i used to pass a woman driver who was trying to learn the car...!!! The woman learner is always caught in between controlling the car...cursing/staring at me in the typical "oh u male chavunistic PIG" way...!! On top of this she is not able to get over with the schrezophenic notion of the male teacher staring at her assets.......!!! In my fantasy of trying to crush the FUNDAMENTAL FEMINIST TERRORISM on the road....I forget that there is something called a brake near my leg..........!!!!!!
(P.S. No one was hurt or opressed in my escapades....!! More EXPERIENCES will be added in my course of trying to unravel the mysteries of Mr.Fords creation...!!)

SMS-SAVE MY SOUL
Finally....I have discovered the art of being jobless.....start SMSing.....!!! The newest IN-thing for me....!! (for people who don't know....I got a mobile when I turned almost 21....think the oldest bloke to go MOBILE.....)
Ok....I agree......having a mobile for communication helps....but....HELLO......dint i hear COMMUNICATION......!?!?!? Agreed sometimes SMSing helps....connects LOVERSSSSSSS...(read it as LOV-ERSSSSS and not lovers...:P ) SMSing gets you your results...or the latest cricket score...accepted that some of the jokes/forwards sent to you are quite hilarious......BUT...HELLO...isnt there something called restrain..........!???
Some of the sms I get to read,makes me want to make me pull my hair off.....read this for starters....
"why is tabu the vector of sridevi....!??
"because sridevi made chandini and tabu made chandini bar....."
agrrrrrrrhhhhhhhhhhhhh............................................................
Atleast the forwards can be deleted even before reading them....but the idiotic/pathethic/un-fathomable SMS's are seriously pain in the rear end. A guy sitting right behind you sms's you saying..."Hi..." HELLO....!!you are sitting right behind me......!!!! The best part of these sms's are always the Hi... is followed by 3 DOTs(.)..........!!!!
OK....agreed that its my mobile phone and its my desire to read or delete this messages.But,imagine those cheapos who message TV channels in the hope of their messages being displayed on the Tv screen.......!!
These are some of the tit-bits.......

This is from the kannada music channel u2.....(bono willl kill himself...!!)
"hi..prakash.....love u...ur wife...vimla" (prakash realised vimla was his wife through the TV channel......!!! The conversation reminds me of the D-grade RAVICHANDRAN-DISCO SHATHI item numbers I used to enjoy as a 15yr old........!!

DIGEST THIS....(as seen on channel V)
CUTEGIRL86:hi....any1 from noida...?? (36 is acceptable...86.........??
HUNK21:hi cutegirl86...me from chandigarh..want FRAAANDSHIP with me......??
BOYBOY:channel V rockezez and me FAN.......
(want FRAAAANDSHIP with me...?? was he constipating while sending the sms..!?? These form the HEFF (not HEP mind you..) generation...!!)

This hits the nail on the head.....!!
"I love U2 and all peopleS watching it...i want to wish my LOVE kanka happy Valens day...."
(ok...happy VALENS day kanka......St.valentine will be turning in his grave...!!)

For sms lovers/"forwarders" and readers.....criticism welcome...!!

Did the mirror lie...??



Why does the reflection in the mirror seem strange to me....or Is it a mirage..?? I do not recognise what I see. It is something alien. What happened to the old image which I loved?? Why do some people like the reflection i see,while some people dont...!?? Does the reflection even matter to me nowadays...!?? It shows me somethings which I've not seen in years....The image was lost in translation for sometime.....to a great extent it still is.....!!! The change is suttle.....but seems to be real...The image shouts...screams...whispers....pleads...covets....but still...IT LIES....