I thank God for giving great health to my son, Aarush who secured cent per cent attendance for the academic year 2013-14!
“Chalo ek wallet khareed thein..(“Let’s go buy a wallet..)..And u know any nice leather stores here?”
“yeah..i know one..um..it’s near Chiranjeevi Blood Bank, Punjagutta. i’ve gone there two yrs back..we’ll go n find it..”
They searched around Panjagutta Circle, but dint find the place. During their search project, they inquired one pan shop person..he said Chiranjeevi Blood Bank was there previously in the immediate left galli (street) to his pan shop..but it was shifted to Jubillee Hills, a couple of months ago.
“Oh…shit..then let’s go Jubille Hills…”
“Okay..then…let’s move to Jubille Hills …… and hey.. wait a minute.. we’re not here to find Chiranjeevi Blood Bank.. And it doesn’t mean that the leather stores too shifted to Jubille Hills ..let’s check on dis left galli first…”
Moral of the story?? We often do several searches intended for a particular purpose but we may get side tracked by leaving the actual purpose aside. So be balanced and focused at the original intention though there is a new purposeful discovery due to the side tracked elements….. i dont know…
Note: Well, this post is taken from my first blog called DD, some time during the year 2006 based on a practical experience. Got to remember this incident cause i was on chat with that friend this morning and felt some nostalgia. the comments below posted are taken from my old blog.
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heh heh heh….happens sometimes…we forget what is it we are actually looking for..not just literally
Went to Guntur in 70′s, landed there at 7 morning. Had to find a hotel to stay. All full near the railway station, no rooms,
took a cycle ric, told the guy I want a room, Chaloo saab.
10 in the morning I was still on the road. No rooms anywhere.
We’ll try one last place. He took me in to gulies
and gulies, finally found one. Roof top asbestos sheet roof in the height of summer in Guntur, never mind, took the room paid the ric.
Wandered around the terrace, found an adjoining movie theatre, Shankarabharnam running there.
11 in the morning, feeling hungry, lets have breakfast, dumped the bag took ten rupees, locked the room gave the keys at the reception and set out looking for a veg restaurant. Couldn’t find one nearby, went walking further up. Located one after one hour,
it was lunch time. OKKAY ! ordered something. While I was eating something struck me like a thunderbolt.
WHERE AM I STAYING ?
Forgot the name of the place I took a room, never paid attention in the first place. I stopped eating, King of morons I was.
Then I remembered it is right next to a theatre where Shankarabharanam was running, will not be difficult to locate it, I patted my own back for my smart observation.
Finished my breakfast, paid the bill,
asked the guy at the counter where Shankarabharanam movie is running.
Whichee thatter ? he asked
Shankarabharnam which theatre ? what do you mean which theatre ?
Whichee thatter ? he asked me again
I was getting irritated,
Shankarabharanam SHANKARA BHARANAM the movie where is it running ??
Whichee thatter ? He was getting pissed with me too.
Where Shankarabharanam is running ?
Then he yelled at me ‘ Shankarabharanam is running in eight different theatres in Guntur’.
I came out, completely lost, in a town I hardly know, just 2 rupees in my pocket. All the money was in my hotel room.
and I don’t know where I am staying.
OK Lets take a ric again and go to all the eight bloody theatres to see where I am staying.
What if I don’t find it ? How will I pay the ric ? I’ll get bashed up.
Thought of a plan I asked some one the names of the theatres got some but no use
Decided to walk in each direction and come back to the same spot and go in different direction.
I was very angry. How can i be such a moron ?
When ever I asked for direction for the theatre
they all were giving me funny looks. No more seeking directions, as planned walked in each direction
finally found the theatre and my lodge at 7 in the evening, i was on the road for the whole day.
Looking for a place to stay and searching for the place where i was staying
Now i was hungry again.
Oh dear no more of that
I was tired. went to sleep instead.
hehehe good they realized before they reached jublee hill….
he he ….gud one…
Rauf: Very funny story… happened to me once in HK.. I wandered deep into a market.. I knew the name of the Hotel but no one could understand me… Found my way back by looking up at the HSBC tower.. took me 2 hours..
yeah bro..sometimes u need to experience to experience the thing…lol..:)
Search for A near B near C, and where was A anywayz???
hehehe… Cud grasp the spirit of this post!!
I can visualise the entire scene.
And finally you both gone to the leather stores?
Ha ha…funny story. I can imagine the whole scene.
But what happened with Rauf, that’s scary. I would not like that one bit…to be lost in a strange place. I’m glad you found your way back buddy.
searching for palem leathers? adjacent to Y2K biriyani….! start bargaining from 75% of what he says. you can get the stuff for atleast 40% of the quoted price. also pretend u r some Govt. Officer and that u come there many a time. This worked for me lots of times.
Great post man.After a long time something humorous from you.
liked the new icy blue template ,,it’s cool!!!
That’s a funny story! It’s been too long since I’ve been here – lots of great stuff to read!
Yah every now and then we loose focus.
The story of Rauf above reminds me of a story named ‘Dusk’ by Saki where the narrator was duped by a young man. All that ends well is well.
The template is COOL!
Loved the two stories- yours as well as Rauf’s! Happens to me all the time, but then I never try to reach the place (giving up after 1st attempt), just go where the raods lead me.
But guess what? Soon enough (too soon) I land up where I supposed to reach
mera ghar ka patha boloon? Umm… landmarks kyah kyah boloon…
Hahaha. Admit it, you’re the one who said, “let’s go Jubille Hills…”
well,did you find the leather shop in Panjagutta or not:) By the way i was searching for a toy shop at Panjagutta today for that matter:) How is Aarush by the way.
haha, so was the leather shop really moved?
THis IS Funny.. a true blue joke material for a Khushwant Singh joke..
LOL.. Pretty funny!
lol, tht was funny! half the time we forget the main purpose of the search..
The WordPress.com stats helper monkeys prepared a 2013 annual report for this blog.
Here’s an excerpt:
A San Francisco cable car holds 60 people. This blog was viewed about 600 times in 2013. If it were a cable car, it would take about 10 trips to carry that many people.
Change from 24 to 28 hour a day? Yep.. you heard it right. There seems to be people who really do live like this. This basically means 4 day work week and only six nights of sleeping. In return you get 56 hour weekend. When I first started reading about 28 hour day I thought, “No Way!” But the more I read the more I think it would be a good idea.
Some excerpts from this concept are -
Reasons why the 28 hour day is such a good idea
1. Reduced frequency of daily chores: Anything that you currently do daily would only be done six times a week instead of seven. On a large scale, this would have a measurable effect on the public’s appetite for consumables.
2. Work only four days a week. While you still work a minimum of 40 hours a week, you only go to work 4 times instead of 5. If you commute 1 hour to work, you save an hour each week commuting.
3. Transit pollution cut by 20% If EVERYONE adopted the 28 hour day, the rush hours with which we are all familiar now happen only 4 times a week instead of 5 times a week. Air pollution due to commuting would instantly be cut by 20%.
4. Productivity and free time. If you refer to the “Typical Day Comparison Chart” you’ll see that the longer day not only gives you more time at work, but also more time with your family and friends AFTER work. A typical 28 hour day might give you 11 hours at work, 8 hours of free time, and a refreshing 9 hours of sleep. Just think of what you could accomplish on a day like that!
5. The Long Weekends: Under the 28 hour day system, your weekend is still two days long, but those two days now total 56 hours, 8 more than the previous 48. The weekend is fully 1/3 of the week.
6. Every Day is Different: The four hour difference between a 28 hour wake/sleep cycle and the 24 hour light/dark cycle, would create a “sun offset”, which would make each day of the week substantially different in terms of the position of the sun at various times. One day you might have lunch under the stars. Another day, you might breakfast at sunset.
Read the original at 28hour Day
(Note: The comments in this post are imported from my older blog….)
If you are going across town, you may be very specific, for example, ‘Street no:12, Ashok Nagar, nearer to Milk booth’
On a different story, if you go on vacation, you tell people, “I’m going to Delhi” or “I’m going to Bangkok”, but you will not tell like “we’re going to 8th street Kalkaji” And if you’re going even farther than that, you skip the city and country altogether and just say, “we’re going to Europe.”
But if you go on vacation and tell people, “We’re going to Kerala” – you may receive a response from them like ” Oh.. to Munnar?”
So, I believe some places like Munnar are just around the corner but not on another planet…. Guess same theory applies to some people as well….
Got one vedic maths book by one of my colleagues, last week. It is been written by his father, Sri Khandavalli Appala RamaMoorthy. It is amazing! You can tell the answer in a matter of seconds for the ones you need to take some minutes using the usual way. For the huge numbers involving multiplication, division, square roots etc. Really cool.
Used to consume some time while doing calculations during the competitive examns like Engineering entrance (EAMCET). If I knew this kind of vedic maths, I might have gotten one of the top ten ranks instead of my rank, three hundred. No doubt about it.
I was figuring out the much publicized Hadoop and it’s MapReduce framework capabilty on an equity stock to deduce how often it’s last price is been changed by a particulr percentage. It is amazing.
It happenned to read a short story, Nine Billion names of God by Arthur C. Clarke, today. It is a scientific fiction where a Tibetian Lama assigns the Software Company owner with a task to arrive the nine billion names of God. Those names should have nine letter combinations from a specialized alphabet. The Lamas were trying to derive these names for the past three centuries, thinking it would take still more 15 thousand years to finish this task, if manually!! So they wanted to hire a software engineers to finish the task in a matter of three months using a mainframe computer. Dont ask me why the Lama wanted those names, that is not the point here.
But Point is – if Arthur knew about Hadoop at that time, the story might have become different…….
“…So you sent out your grand ma in a grand manner..How old she?”
“Um. Some 85 to 90 years..”
“Hey man..long way she has gone through..forget it…i’m sorry for your loss too.. Dont mind me saying, its good that she is gone…and…”
It was a small but informal conversation between me and my team mate when he came back to office after his grandma’s funeral.
It brought back my memories with my grand mother. I dont know if I was affectionate with my grandma but I can surely say that she was very affectionate with me. She was a farmer’s wife and herself a farmer managing both home affairs as well as helping my grand father at the farms. We used to go over there to our village, Mandavalli in Krishna district every summer and had fun. She always paid special attention to me when compared to my three sisters. May be it could be because i’m the only grandson or they put my name derived from her husband’s name, Gangayya or I used to help her during harvesting seasons or male dominant society at that time or I dont know. Special attention occurred in so many ways like – she used to give only one egg to my sisters but two for me; Allowed me only to go and get mangoes from our farms; Used to come to the school during interval every day, when i was studying first standard in my village and to feed me with omlets; She used to go by walk for five kilometers to make my dresses stitched; and this list grows and this post will go beyond the limits if I keep on telling.
And you know, she never lost her temper with me. In fact, i was a very tough and spoilt brat during my childhood. :)
She did so many good things for me. But I did fail to fulfill her wish. Her wish was to see me married before she dies. So sorry for her.
I still remember her excitement when she took a ride with me on my first motor bike.
I still remember the taste of her mango avakaya pickle and Ariselu
I still remember how she served me when I was affected with chicken-pox
I still remember the way she ran her fingers through my hair.
I still remember. I still remember.