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Sleeeeep!!!!!

11.00 pm:-

 

It was the Sunday night. Tomorrow was a big day. I had a meeting my client. And I had to be prepared and be fresh tomorrow. So I thought it would be better if I went to sleep today a little early. A good 8 hour sleep was what I needed. A wedding was going on in the neighborhood. There was enough noise outside. But I thought it would end soon. I mean how long can they play, right?

 

12.00 am:-

 

I was lying down on my bed. I had closed my eyes for some time now. But the loud noise outside was disturbing me. It's been an hour and they showed no signs of stopping. Maybe they would stop now. I looked at my watch. It was 12. 'Midnight!!' I thought. Ok. Maybe a 7 hour sleep will still keep me fresh. I closed my eyes again. Get some good thoughts inside. It will help me sleep.

 

1.00 am:-

 

The music had stopped now. It's been half hour since then. I was trying hard to sleep. But sleep was avoiding me. Come on man try to sleep. My stomach gave a light rumble. Hungry so soon!!! I just had a complete meal. How can I be hungry so soon??? Just ignore it. Try to sleep. My noise gave a light twitch. It was cold outside because of he rain. I was getting a cold. And my nose gets hypersensitive. And I have a sneezing bout before having a full fledged cold. And I thought the sneezing would start now. Come on now .ignore it .try to sleep .good thoughts good thoughts .!!! Where are my good thoughts!!!!

 

2.00 am:-

 

Suddenly I sneezed hard. It was so sudden that I was practically thrown off my little sofa cum bed! One note to readers, when I start to sneeze I keep on sneezing for about an hour or so. It's like a sneeze attack. My nose goes on war with the cold germ inside. So one sneeze invited the other one and the other one invited the third one and so on!!!

I kept on sneezing. I couldn't keep sneezing anymore!! I blocked my nose. I held hard with my hand. And tried my level best to block the sneeze. After about a couple of anxious moments I thought I succeeded!!!! Whew!!! Thank god!! What was the time now?? Two o clock..!!!! And I hadn't slept a wink!!! Good God!! My meeting!!! How will I attend it?? I had to sleep!! So forcibly, with a light running and sensitive nose I dropped on my bed. I was tired. So sleep would come soon now!!! My stomach gave a rumble again. It was stronger then the last one. I was getting hungry. No matter, if I get to sleep, I would be fine. So sleep my dear, I thought!!!!

 

3.00 am

My stomach was grumbling now. I sat in despair. I was hungry. I had to eat something. So what was there in the kitchen?? I went there and the only thing that made sense was biscuits. I took the biscuits quickly chewed them. My mouth ran dry. I took some water. After about gulping down 6 or more biscuits, I thought it would be enough. I had drunk water again. So now I was ready to sleep. My nose was quiet. And all was peace in my nose. No war inside, I thought. I carelessly glanced at my clock. It was blinking 3 o clock!!! I sighed!! What a night, I thought!!! I went to my little bed and literally dropped down.

 

4.00 am

 

My eyes were closed. I thought this was sleep. Maybe I was dreaming that I was awake, I thought. Hmmm, if that were true then, if I tried to open my eyes they shouldn't open, I reasoned!!! Wow, I can reason and sense logic even in my sleep, I must be smart, I thought. So I tried to open my eyes to prove that I was sleeping and I was dreaming. But then my eyes opened. I wasn't sleeping at all. I wasn't dreaming. I was still awake. A light groan passed between my lips. Why can't I sleep today?? My meeting I had to attend!!! Please, I prayed to god, give me some sleep!!!!

 

5.00 am

Nature called. Too much water with biscuits, I thought. How can you ignore nature?? I had given up hope. Sleep was a distant dream to me. It was 5, in the morning. People wake up now. And I hadn't slept!! What an unfortunate wreck I was!! So I attended nature's call. I came out of the bathroom and jumped on my bed. It creaked loudly. And the one leg of the sofa cum bed broke. And it was now standing in a weird inclined angle. Frustration had set in now. I let out a shout. In the quiet morning, it sounded harsh and spine wrecking. I must have woken up a few neighbours. No need for alarms clock, I thought!! God was playing a cruel game with me.

 

6.00 am:-

 

I was sitting on my bed. It was still standing at the weird angle due to my jump. Birds were chirping outside. And the crows the bloody crows were shouting there asses off right outside my window. How can you sleep with all the commotion outside like that?? Shut up you crazy two winged chirping monsters!!! How can you chirp away so happily when I haven't slept a wink!!! I buried my face in my two hands and sighed heavily!!! So I had to go to office soon. I had to attend the meeting. I would be wreck in the meeting. God why me???? My stomach grumbled again. I was hungry. And what was wrong with my stomach. Why was it doing overtime today?? Why I was getting hungry so quickly?? Can't you stop digesting for sometime and take a break, you digestive freak!!!!! Bloody hell!!! I sighed again!!!

 

7.00 am:-

I left my house for my office. I was looking like a freak coming out of jail. But I had to go!! Somehow sleep had crept into my eyes!!! And eyes were heavy. I carried my heavy bag. Dragged it would be more appropriate. I walked.

 

 To office my friend!!! To office!!!!

 

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Pho-Ding

Pho-Ding:-

Mrs. Bakshi, a grand mother of two beautiful children lived with her husband, their son, his wife and two kids. She lived with her family in Malda, which is in the state of West Bengal. A little to the northern side of WB. A quiet city compared to the busy capital of the state. She had been living there ever since her marriage. And she was in contempt with the place. Over a period of time she had learned to adjust with the slow life and was now in love with this place. She loved almost everything about this place. Their house was a little bungalow type, which was common to the area where she lived, was a beautiful thing to look at. Mr. Bakshi, her husband had built it and it was still the pride of the family, even after all these years.

It was the usual Saturday night. Every one was awake. Watching the T.V. Mrs. Bakshi along with her Daughter in law were in the kitchen finishing off with the dishes. Saturday night was always a little different from the other days because the next day being the Sunday, no one would be hurrying to sleep. Their neighborhood was a little outside the town, so it was all quiet and the houses were a little distant from each other. So the atmosphere was serene.

Suddenly the Door bell rang. Mrs. Bakshi was surprised. She quickly glanced at the watch. It showed 12.30 am.

'Who could be it now at this time of the night?' she thought. And she looked enquiringly at her daughter in law. She looked back quizzically.

The children and the Men in the house must have missed the ring due to the sound of the T.V., because no one responded.

She went to the door. She looked through the eye hole. She could not see anybody due to the darkness outside. Absent-mindedly she opened the door. She regretted her action the moment she had opened the door. She saw three young men standing in front of her. They were dressed in old clothes. There faces had a haggard look. They had not shaven for some time. Loose old formal pants with shirt staying out, and equipped with a pair of slippers on their feet, they looked a little innocent in the fluorescence light. The person in the front folded his hand to gesture a 'Namaste'.

"Namaste Auntyji. My name is Pho-Ding." He said in the most polite voice.

Mrs. Bakshi was in a confusion. She wanted to close the door immediately but she stood still. The fear in her was freezing her from inside. She had seen that they were carrying pistols in their hands.

 "What do you want??" Mrs. Bakshi asked apprehensively. A little tremble was evident in her voice now. She wanted desperately to warn her husband and son. But she kept staring at Pho-Ding. This guy had an hypnotic look. The eyes were big, brown and innocent.

'Such innocent eyes!!!!' she thought.

"We only want to rob this house. We don't want to trouble anybody. If you could please now let us in, we could start then with our work. We have to do this quickly as we are in a hurry." He said in a very warm voice and a nice smile. He had this little gun in his hand which made the point pretty clear. The situation was so unreal to Mrs. Bakshi.

They quickly came inside. Closed the door. And went inside. Every one in the house were startled at this. Pho-Ding and his men quickly put all the curtains on all the windows. Then they assembled all the house members in the house in one room. They asked the house members not to shout. And if they did, things would get very complicated, they said. No one in the house could utter a single word after that. They took all the cell phones and disconnected all the land phone lines.

"Auntyji, could you please tell us where all the money and the jewels are in the house. If you could tell us then it would save all the trouble for us to search the whole house. And our time would not be wasted." Pho-Ding asked Mrs. Bakshi ever so politely.

She had to answer. She gave all the information. And in a blink of an eye, the other two men moved quickly to the new found information. While Pho-Ding stood in front of them. The little smile was still visible in face. It seemed he was at content with what he was doing. He had no regrets or worry or anxiety.

Mrs. Bakshi was at awe. She looked at her family members. Every one was scared. The children were putting up a brave face. Her son was a little irritated and scared. The mixture of both emotions in his face gave out a weird sort of an expression. She hadn't noticed that before.

Then again she looked at Pho-Ding. He was still smiling. The other two persons were heard to knock off some furniture upstairs and then they were now hurrying down below. It seemed they had completed their work. Only 15 minutes had passed. They had done their job quickly. Pho-Ding's smile got bigger.

Mrs.Bakshi blurted out , "Do you want some tea???"

She couldn't believe it. She was offering tea to a complete stranger who was robbing them at midnight. But he is so polite!!!!! What an irony in the situation!!!!

What a weird situation!!!!

Pho-Ding looked at Mrs.Bakshi and smiled and said , "Thank you Auntyji. It would be our pleasure!!!! We like our tea a little sweet!!"

Mrs. Bakshi soon found herself making tea for her robbers. She wasn't ready to believe this but this was really happening. And the guy was so polite!!!!! Damn it!! What was happening???

Pho-Ding and his friends relished the tea.

"This tea is one of the best I ever had Auntyji. Thank a lot!!" Pho-Ding said.

A sense of pride crept in to Mrs.Bakshi's appearance. She could not help smiling. Mr.Bakshi looked enquiringly at her wife. He shot questioning glances towards her. Her son too looked at his mother in the same quizzical manner. They were confused. What was going on??? Is this a robbery or a tea party???

Pho-Ding then got up and along with his partners who were silent the whole time thanked the whole family for their time. And they bade them good bye. Of course all the cell phones were taken and the landlines disconnected so they could not contact the police. And by the time the Bakshi's actually got to the police, Pho-Ding and his gang would be long gone. Then they quickly made their exit in to the dark night.

 

Epilogue:-

Pho-Ding's Gang was never caught. The Bakshi's were still in a shock for a long time. Mrs.Bakshi is quiet sure that she was drugged that night, as she is still trying very hard to explain for her unusual behaviour that evening to her family.

However what the Bakshi's can never forget was how polite were the robbers to them!!!

 

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The Soup

The Soup

 

As I sat, on the table, my friend's over enthusiastic mother started to keep dining plates in front of me and my friend Abhijeet. Abhijeet's mother had invited me for a lunch this Sunday. I had very well accepted the invitation as my Dad had gone out and no one was there at my place. So spending the afternoon at my friend's place was a welcome break for me. I had never dined at my friend's place so this all was pretty new to me. I had heard Abhijeet telling me before that her mother was trying out some new dishes, learning from the T.V shows. So today I was the Guinea pig, I thought. But no matter. I thought, how bad it could be??

"Beta I am going to serve you some Baingan (Brinjal) soup first. Try it out. I made it for the first time." My friend's mother smiled at started to serve the soup.

I personally had never heard of Baingan soup. But let's try it out, I thought!!!

She had served the soup. I could see pieces of little Baingan pieces floating, and bobbing up and down in the dark blue coloured soup. This looked inedible!!!! How can I taste it much less consume it!!! Dear God, I looked up and said a little prayer, please help me. Please give me the strength to consume this .thing .and walk out alive!!!!

Come on, it could not be that bad, I said to myself giving my self a positive thought!!!

In the mean time, my friend had already started to take the soup. He had gulped down a few spoons.

So you see, I thought (giving myself confidence), it must not be that bad!!!!

I put the spoon took a little of the soup and put in my mouth and .uuugggghhhh!!!!!

This is no food for human!!!! Holy mother of all gods!!!!! What is this????? It tastes so bad!!!!

I was aware my face had contorted, and I was wincing!!!! My friend was totally engrossed with the soup (Is he human???) and his mother was in the kitchen!!!

I must not let them realize anything!!! I must do some thing!!! I can't take this. I would be poisoned!!!

His mother came out and said, "Beta do you want more???"

More???? Are you crazy??? This is poisoning!!!! I merely shook my head!!!

I took another spoon and carefully took the contents in my mouth. And I felt the pang!!! What is this???? Baingan???? I never knew Baingan could be this bad!!!  I swallowed it with a lot of effort!!! My face was sweating already!!! ¾ th bowl more to go!!! Come on, Arindam, you can do this!!!! Be brave!!! Be strong!!! The next 5 minutes were torture. It felt like a millennium. Time had ceased to exist. I don't remember much of anything else after that. Only I rushed quickly out of their house. My stomach was doing all sorts of things and weird noises had started to come out of it!!!!

But the next day I turned up fine. Thanks to Heaven and all the gods!!! They had saved me. I promised myself that the next time anyone calls for lunch, and if I could not avoid the invitation, call the ambulance well in advance for myself!!!

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Power

In recent times, most countries have been facing power crisis. Almost all our needs are based on power. In this blog, I will try to explain how power is produced in a thermal Power Plant. Of course, we have different methods by which power is produced, like Wind Mills, or Dams with Hydraulic Turbines, Diesel Generators, nuclear power plants etc. However, a thermal power plant is one of the oldest technologies in this field. 

A Thermal Power Plant basically runs on the Rankine Cycle principle. We have a Big Pump called the Boiler Feed Pump which gives the saturated water at its corresponding pressure a good amount of head to go through the boiler with out losing on the pressure. The Water once inside the boiler is heated in a step-by-step procedure. 

A thermal power plant is basically run by a Boiler which may be Coal Fired or Gas Fired or Oil Fired or maybe a combination of all these. 

The Boiler is heated and fired with the means of a fuel. Fuel may vary from different types of coal to oil or natural gas. The fuel is fired inside the combustion chamber and temperature upto 1300 degree celcius is generated. For smaller boilers the temperature inside the furnace may vary. 

The boiler heats the water and converts it into superheated steam or Dry Steam. ( Dry Steam is the steam with no water particles in it.) 

This Dry steam then goes to the Steam Turbine and it hits the blades with a lot of power. The Dry steam velocity may rise up to 70 to 80 m/sec. This steam has a high pressure and a high temperature. This pressure helps to move the turbine blades and the blades rotate with a RPM of say about, 15000. However the RPM depends on the Turbine Design also. This value may change!!! 

In this time the steam which had a lot of energy loses its energy as a result of hitting on the blades. As the pressure of the steam goes on decreasing the specific volume of the steam increases. This explains the construction of the Turbine as in the shape of an increasing cone. The steam which comes out of the turbine is then taken into a condenser where it is condensed and then with the help of the Condensate Extraction Pump it's taken to the Deaerater. The Steam is cooled inside the Condensor with the help of Cooling Water which is supplied in huge quantities and is returned to the Cooling Towers for cooling. 

The shaft holding the impellers is now moving with a RPM which is coupled to a generator shaft. A gear box is placed between the two shafts. The RPM is reduced to 3000 rpm (in case of India) and 3600 rpm (in case of Europe and USA). The Generator has two magnetic stators and when the shaft rotates in the magnetic field, as per Faraday's laws electricity is produced. The Main Line is connected to the Grid and we have power for our service. So this is how the power is produced. 

I hope to have made you understand (very roughly though) how the power is generated. If you have questions you can e-mail and ask me on arin.abc@gmail.com

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The Tire Incident

This happened sometime back. I and 2 friends of mine were visiting Goa. We were returning from Goa. The little trip we planned turned out to be great. We were returning in a car we had hired. It was night. Around 1 O clock in the morning. The roads were pretty much deserted. We had come out of the town. And we were in between towns. When the tire of our car burst. Our driver pulled the car on the side. We all got out and saw the back tire was totally burst. It looked pretty bad. 

"Don't Worry Sahib" Our driver told us, "I always carry a spare tire in the dickey of the car."

"Well, that's a relief!!! Or I was thinking like in the middle of the night and middle of nowhere, how could we get a tire!!!" My friend Rohit muttered the obvious. He had a habit of doing that.

"Yes, look around here, there are buildings here but they look so isolated. And no one is in sight!!" Mukesh said.

The driver had opened the back dickey of the car and took the spare tyre. And he had started to remove the old one.

While we stood, doing nothing. I was rather getting the feeling that several eyes from the dark corners watched us. I tried to shrug of the feeling. However, I could not. Suddenly I heard footsteps on the dry leaves. This was not made a man. But by an animal. I quickly turned around in my excitement and anxiety only to see a dog. I let go a sigh of relief. But still somehow something didn't feel right.

"Uhhh ..guys, looks like we have got company!!!!" Rohit said pointing towards a few dogs who were slowly gathering around us. This looked dangerous.

"Oh Dear this is not good!!! I don't like dogs. I don't like them at all!!" Mukesh said. He had started to tremble a little.

What Rohit said was right. The dogs were gathering in front of us now. Looking menacing with each and every passing moment.

"I think we should be getting back into the car" I said.

"It's a good idea sahib!!" The driver said. And he quickly left all his work and jumped inside the car. And we had started to move slowly towards the door. Suddenly out of nowhere the dogs started to run towards us. They were growling and barking now. Rohit and I quickly went to the door. Rohit went to the other door while I went to the opposite door. Meanwhile Mukesh stood still in fear. He was unable to move.

"Mukesh get in the car!!!" I almost shouted.

But he didn't budge. It looked as if he didn't hear me at all. Rohit had got in quickly. But somehow my door didn't open. It was stuck. Damn. I tried hard. I twisted it in every possible direction. But it was stuck. The driver quickly reached out to the inside lock and tried to open the door. The dogs now had come very close. And Mukesh started running. He ran straight ahead on the road. He let out a yell and ran for his life. I just stood there paralyzed and thought, 'What the hell is he trying to do?'

But right now I didn't have the time to think for Mukesh. I was in a bad situation. After the seeing Mukesh run, the dogs had started to run after him. They were chasing him like a pack of wolves after a prey. The dogs ran by. But two remained. They were coming towards me. Shit!!!! The door was jammed.

"Come to this side. This door is open!!!" Rohit shouted.

But it was tough. The dogs were almost on me now. What can I do??

Think!!! But my mind was blocked. One dog had reached me and very aggressively he tried to bite my leg. I jumped in air and landed a kick on him. No effect!!!

"Get on to the top of the car!!! And come to this side!!!" Rohit shouted from inside.

I had heard Rohit. Ok!! I jumped on the roof the car. One dog again had caught the hold of my pants and ripped it off!!!

I jumped on the roof and slided down to the other side of the car and fell down on the road. The two dogs came round to this side. Barking and Growling. They looked menacing. I quickly opened the door. And jumped in inside like a professional athlete. Rohit shut the door immediately blocking the dog attack. I was safe. But what about Mukesh??

"Mukesh!!!" I let out a groan.

"I don't know. He went running on the road and the dogs running behind him!!" Rohit said.

"He is crazy!!! Why didn't he jump inside the car?? What is he trying to do?? He will never get away from those beasts!!" I said almost panting. Trying to recover from my own experience.

"Your friend crazy, sahib!!!" Our Nepali driver said.

"Maybe he is trying to win a running race with the dogs!!" Rohit smiled.

"No time to crack jokes Rohit!!!" I snapped back.

Very soon the two dogs lost interest in us and the road was empty again. No sign of Mukesh!!!

We quickly and nervously got out of the car, fixed the tire and started on the road. Driving slowly. Looking for Mukesh. Hoping for the worst!!!

After sometime we did find Mukesh. He was hiding inside a big Dustbin. And the dogs had also lost interest in him and left him. He was still shivering from fear.

"Mukesh, You Dumbass why didn't  you get inside the car???" I asked

"I was too scared. My mind had stopped thinking, I guess, and I ran!!!" He said shivering.

"It doesn't matter as long as you are all right!! Did they get a bite of you??" I asked and smiled. I tried to make the atmosphere a little light.

" No!" he smiled back.

So we got out of Goa with a bit of adventure with dogs. Not a memorable one. I only hope this doesn't happen to anyone!!!!

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The Stare

I was returning home from my Dadi' place. This included a Bus Journey. Almost around 3 hours in bus, after which I reach a station from where I can catch a train to Mumbai. In front of me sat a young man in the early twenties I should think so. And beside me a lady of say 50 years. The young man was thin. And he was looking tired. His face was rough and the cheek bones were so prominent that it gave the impression that his eyes were bulging out. This all feature was not really the main eye catcher. It was his eyes. I was looking at him now for sometime. Trying to understand what was wrong with his eyes.

His right eye moved very little. While the left eye did all the moving when he was looking. Also I noticed that the colour of the pupils of his eyes were slightly different. And his right eye it seemed was a little bigger. After about staring at him for 10 to 15 minutes I understood. It was a fake eye. Of course I thought, this explains everything. Now I was looking at him now continuously for sometime. And this had made the young man very edgy. But I was far too engrossed in his eye to understand that he was getting highly conscious. But I continued to stared at him.

"Excuse me, But why are you staring at him?" the lady beside me almost shouted.

"uhhh ..!!!!" I blurted out in surprise.

"You have been staring at him for the last 15 minutes. I was looking at you. Why are you staring at him??" The lady shouted. Everyone in the bus obviously heard this and all the heads were now looking at me. And every one's stare was grilling in to me. I suddenly felt very uncomfortable.

"Uhh I er .I am sorry but I .." I was stuttering and was unable to complete my sencetence.

"You people have no manners. Staring at people. Why don't you mind your own business?" The lady's high pitched voice rung into my ear.

Why is this lady shouting? I mean, what's her problem?? It's not as if I was staring at her. I was staring at the guy. Why is she shouting?? I thought. I wanted to speak but due to the suddenness of the situation I was tongue-tied. And now every one was staring at me as if I had committed a grave crime.

"It's ok, Mom relax!!!" The man said to the lady.

Ohh my god, that lady is the mother of the guy. That's why she is shouting. Oh Dear!!!

Now every one knew what had happened !!!! And I was sitting beside this lady!!! Great!!!

I was now highly conscious of my behavior. I was desperately trying to look somewhere else. In this process, I met with a few stares, even the bus conductor was giving a cold stare!!!

'Hmmmm so this is how it feels like to be highly uncomfortable!!' My mind thought somewhere in the corner of my brain.

I was getting back what I had given to the man, only now almost 50 eyes were staring at me. I desperately looked at my watch. Two hours more!!!

'Oh Dear God ..what torture!!!' I thought.

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Gone Fishing

Ram was a childhood friend of mine. Whenever I visited my Dadi's place, I always made a point to visit him. He had a innocence with him unlike the city people, which I liked. So this time when I visited my Dadi, I visited him. We always did a lot of masti. This time I wanted to go for fishing. This was a perfect season. Monsoons had started. So I was a little excited. Ram and I walked to a pond nearby. There was a boat. I sat on it and he pushed it into the pond and quickly jumped onto the boat. We had brought our fishing equipment .not the kind of equipment to boast about. We made it at home with a long stick and a string. A small 'U' shaped hook at the end of the string. And a thermocol piece in the middle of the string. It floats on the top of the water. When a fish baits the hooks. The thremocol piece goes up and down in the water and you knew you have a fish on to the hook. And you pull it up. Very simple piece of equipment!!!!

A crude form of fishing hook. But it served our purpose.

We sat there trying our luck with the fishes. After about 10 minutes I got a little impatient.

"Caught anything?" I asked looking at Ram.

He shook his head.

"No yaar!!! Give it sometime!!" he said patiently.

Half an hour passed by. It started to rain. We sat there not budging an inch. Our determination was high. We will go home catching a fish.

Another half an hour passed by. And still no luck.

"I think we should get back now. It's getting dark" Ram said. He had a dejected look on his face.

I had to agree. Today was not a lucky day. We didn't catch a single fish and were totally drenched by the rains. We started to walk towards our home. It was a sad and a dejected walk. Ahead we saw, Ghosh Babu walking in the other direction. He was the local police inspector

"Gone fishing eh???" he asked.

"Yes .and not a single fish today in our bags!!" I said

"Oh that's bad .Monsoon's are a good time to fish .you didn't catch a single fish that's strange!!!" Ghosh babu said.

"Yes .we went to the pond near Mr.Mukherjee's house." Ram Said

"You went there??? That explains it!!" Ghosh babu's eyes lit up. As if he solved a mystery.

"Why??" Both Ram and I asked in unision.

"Well. No fish is there in that pond. A year ago, some limestone was found in the base of the pond so the salt content of the pond is high. So no fish can survive!!!!" He said in a very dramatic fashion, with both his hands flying around here and there.

Both Ram and I looked into each other's face!!! All this time we were fishing for nothing!!!

"Ram" I said, "How come you didn't know about this??"

"Oh .Only a few people in this town know about it ." Ghosh Babu interrupted.

"That's right" Ram said, "I didn't know!!" He was shaking his head. It was clear he didn't know.

We said goodbye to Ghosh Babu and had resumed walking.

"Tomorrow we go to the fish market and get a few fish for ourselves. It's the fish that matters" I said and chuckled a little.

"Yes, you are right!!!" Ram had started to smile.

Very soon we were laughing at our stupid episode. Trying to catch a fish in a fishless pond. When I bid him adieu, I promised I would write this down in my blog.

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Innocent Ignorance

I was watching the rains from the window. It was going on consistently now for sometime. It had rained all night and now the whole morning. Had with me a hot cup of coffee in my hands and sipping it. I was feeling great. This is what vacations should be like, I thought. I was at my Dadi's place. I was watching the skies. A plane was flying in the midst of clouds. Slowly it was engulfed by the dark looking menacing cloud. My Dadu had come beside me and sat down. He looked at the sky.

"How do they fly the plane in this weather?" Dadu asked.

"I mean in all that dense cloud, how does the pilot know what is in front of him??"

I quickly glanced to Dadu. I smiled at his ignorance for technology.

"Well Dadu" I said, "It's not exactly driving a four wheeler, you know!!"

"What do you mean? There should be clear visibility when they fly. Why are they risking all the lives of that many passengers in this weather. These people are crazy." Dadu said.

I laughed. "Dadu", I said, "Flying planes is not like normal driving. There are computers that help the pilot to map the flight. And they have continuous touch with ground control. So the pilot do not have the necessity to look ahead or have clear visibility."

"You mean while landing and take off the pilot is blind. Then how come they land? One of these days, they will have a major accident. What's a computer going to do? A pilot is necessary for plane controls. I do not like these computers. They are not good you know. In my times, it was the pilot who did all the flying. Why is the pilot needed if there are computers? I tell you .these people should stick to only manual controls." Dadu said. 

I kept on smiling. His child like ignorance about the computers in this age was a little humorous. I did not want to argue. I kept quite and kept smiling. Sipping on hot coffee.

"I tell you, if they ever crash on my house, I will give them a mouthful or two." Dadu continued saying.

I could not help laughing on hearing this.

"It's ok Dadu. Leave the poor pilot with his plane alone. I am sure they would not want to mess with you." I said to my 75 year old Dadu, smilingly.

"They better stay away from this house." He grumbled. And then he went away.

I kept on looking at the sky, with the coffee in my hands. And could not help smiling on his innocent ignorance. It was refreshing to know that this exists even today in this world.

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Weird Encounter

Part One

It was a lazy Saturday afternoon, and I was strolling with my friend on the marine drive. The cold fresh Sea air was doing us a world of good. The week was hectic. We were just talking about our lives and how busy and hectic it had become. Suddenly from across the road a boy came running towards us. I thought maybe he was going to sit here or something. But he came straight towards us. He stopped in front of us.

"Excuse me!!" he said, "But I couldn't help noticing you from across the road."

I stared at him. I didn't know him. Who was he and why had he come to me?

"I think you look quiet handsome!!!" he said looking very seriously at me. And he had a straight face.

I stared at him with my mouth almost full open. He was a boy of maybe 20 or so. He looked smart and a college kid I presumed. But nowadays all college going kids look smart and all. I was shocked. I looked at my friend. He looked at me and gave slight chuckle.

"What??" I stuttered.

"I said, I think you look smart. I only wanted to say this. I was going along and then I noticed you. And I thought you look quiet smart and handsome. So I thought of telling it to you." He said.

I looked across the street. There was a girl standing. I thought maybe she was with him.

I looked at him again. I was at a complete loss of words. Do I look Gay or something?

I mean nothing of this sort has ever happened to me. What is this guy crazy or what?

"Ohhhhk " I blurted out. I couldn't answer him properly. He thought I was handsome. This is crazy. I mean I am an average looking guy. Not particularly handsome. But this guy comes out from nowhere and tells me that I am handsome. And I don't even know him.

Then he darted across the other side of the road, without saying anything else. And then he and that girl started walking together on the opposite side. I thought I saw them laughing. But this experience left me speechless.

My friend who was just behind me said, "Dude .I am so hot for you you handsome dog!!!!!" and started to laugh.

"Shut up!!" I said, "And don't ever mention this incident to anyone ..you understand .no one .!!!!"

If anyone of my friend ever got the wind of this, I would be a laughing stock, I thought.

What a weird kid and what a weird experience. My friend hadn't stopped laughing. And I was shell shocked. 

                              Part Two 

The boy darted across the street towards the girl. The girl was waiting eagerly for him.

"Did you really say that to him??" She asked with a gleam of excitement in her eyes.

"Told you I could do it!!!!" The boy answered proudly. "So when are you treating me??"

"ok ok you win the bet .But I really never thought you could do it. How did the guy react?? Wish I was there to see the look on his poor face. He must have had the shock of his life." The girl said with an excitement of a child. And she was almost laughing.

The Guy started to laugh.

"Hey, don't laugh now .lets start to walk. He is still in shock and is looking at us. Lets get out of here!!" She said trying to suppress her laughter.

"Ok ok And don't ever bet on me that I can't do this and that. You wanted me to tell some stranger that the guy is handsome and I did it." The guy said.

"Ok baba you win .and you have lots of courage ok !!!" The girl answered, "Now lets get out of here, before the guy catches us."

And then they walked away holding each other hands.

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Antenna

I had taken a well deserved leave from my office and had gone my Dadi's place. My Dadi is an old lady but she can , I think, work even more than me. A very enthusiastic lady. I had just woken up. It was 10 30 in the morning. I believe holidays were meant to be where I can be absolutely lazy. My Dadi on the other hand woken up early in the morning. Did pooja and had made delicious breakfast for me. The outside was an overcast atmosphere. It was going to rain very soon.

"Beta" my Dadi said. "I am just putting your breakfast again in the oven to make it hot. It has gone cold. In the meantime why don't you go in the terrace to fix the TV antenna. I think there is something wrong  with it." I must tell you that there is no cable T.V in this house. Somehow Dadi always liked Doordarshan better. Don't ask me the reason why.

Wearing only a half trouser and a torn T-shirt, I went out side to the terrace to see what was wrong with the antenna. The weather was getting murkier and darker by the minute. Whatever I had to do I had to quickly. I quickly went to the terrace. And saw the antenna. It was facing downwards and was hopelessly directionless. I had to put it in the right direction. A simple Job.

It had already started to rain lightly. I had to it quickly or else I would be soon drenched in rain. I held the base rod of the Antenna and began to turn it. It was fully rusted. How long it has been standing in this position and rusting its way out, god only knows. It was now raining steadily. But still the rain was very light. I tried to hold it and put it the erect position as it should be. It got stuck. Damn!! I jerked it a little. Nothing happened. Jerked it again and the rust gave away and the base rod broke and the antenna fell on the terrace with a light thud. Oh dear!!!!

" What happened Beta? Something wrong?? If you cant do it then come down. It's ok. I will call some one . besides it's starting to rain." My Dadi said from below.

But I was not going to accept defeat. "It's ok Dadi. I will fix it!" I said. I took the rod now in my hands and held it up and started walking. And then somehow my feet landed on something slippery and I lost balance. The Antenna which was in my hand started to move forward. And in order to regain my balance and hold the antenna at the same time. I gave myself a forward lunge. This only made things worse. I lost grip of the antenna. And it tumbled and fell towards the edge of the wall. And I fell with my face forward. And I put both my hands to support so as not to fall wholly on my face. But the terrace floor was slippery and my hands could not grip the floor. I fell. I hurt my face on the right cheek bone. And my knees felt the impact. I was now lying down in the pool of muddy water. The rain kept on falling on me. I had totally drenched myself. I groaned.

"What happened beta?? What are you doing?" My Dadi said from below.

What a great start to a wonderful holiday?? I tried to get up slowly. I looked to antenna. It was balancing itself on the wall of the terrace. It was very delicately balanced. I had to get up quickly and get hold of it. My Dadi shouted again from below.

"Yes I am fine. Everything is ok." I shouted back. But I knew it was lie. Nothing was allright. This bloody antenna had ruined my day. I got up and started walking towards the antenna slowly so as not to disbalance it. I moved now swiftly. But then a sudden breeze started blowing and this moved the antenna a little and it fell down from the terrace. And it crashed on the ground below.

My Dadi shouted again. What have I done? I can't fix a simple antenna. My Dadi kept on shouting in the background. I quietly went downstairs. Totally drenched. My face was swollen now. My knee was paining. My Dadi gave me a horrifying look when she saw me. "What happened to you?" she screamed.

"Nothing" I groaned back "I will get you a new antenna Dadi"

What a perfect start to my vacations, I thought sarcastically.

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