Wednesday, 19 October 2011

This old man

Posted by Gayathri On 01:59

AGE ,  nothing scares a man as much as this one does. He will give anything to jinx the mirror, which highlights his pearly white hair amidst handful of not so black , black hair.Ah now he animatedly moves some hair this way and that way, " aah..this one was black last week! it must be the lighting..my hair is way too shiny!" he says to himself.








Of all the places that reminds him of his age , his house comes first. What happened to those days when kids come running to hug him around his knees, and jump up and down to reach for his shoulders to make him bend and kiss him with love bubbling all over their face. Where is the elder one , who comes flashing his new Medal or shield ? and where is the young one, boasting  about, how he gave one-two to that bullying Tom next door?


Now they have grown up.The young one no longer bothers about his archenemy Tom , cause he is now busy with his gruesome computer game, killing army of cyborg soldiers. and the elder one ... well , when was the last time he saw him ? isn't he supposed to be coming tonight? well is it tonight or day after tomorrow?.


Words like Android , Cloud computing , e printer makes his eyes go foggy,what are these thing? come on guys, after a many years of battle with keyboard and mouse he is now able to figure out where those infamous space bar and Esc keys are.Now don't bother his with terms like voice control and touch screens.


Banks, aah this definitely makes him feel primitive..why did that  nerdy banker send him five long pages of confusing , complicated and extremely detailed yet unclear online banking instructions? he is fine with cheque books and withdrawal slips. 


Why does it take him ages just to log in to his online banking account after successfully getting it blocked, for entering series of wrong passwords? and why does it take his daughter to bring his bank account from 8 digit to 3 digit within few minutes of online shopping ?


A single bite of that yummy jamun made by his loving sister in law , will deliver him straight to the hands of that sadistic doctor, with murderous look on his face. He will proceed to attack our guy with series of tests. 






The doc will finally spill the beans after one whole day  " You have diabetes ! you must be having sugar syrup running in your veins for blood  , see you have blood pressure , high enough to blow your heart any minute , the arthritis, how come you never complained about the joint pain?? aah it must me the Parkinson! which made you forget it! look at your lipid profile ! are you taking ghee for tea? and why aren't you under my operation table? you have appendicitis...what is it you have for eyes? i hardly see any pupil! you should have laser for catarac... don't forget you also have...." can you see our man running mad on the road, wondering, how he managed to live this far, seeing the look on the doc's face and the reports, he should be in heavens gate now or atleast in ICU , battling for his very survival.


Can a single bite of jamun do so much to a poor guy? 


" whats wrong with you? isn't it supposed to be My pad? or My pod? why is it ipad or ipod??...no one cares for language these days! " he will say to his daughter who is searching for her ipad!


When asked about his opinion about apple and blackberry he will be giving lecture about how both are healthy and beneficial to sick people....totally unaware of the fact that no one in this generation knows that apple and blackberry were just fruits ,a mouse pad was where a mouse lived 
a web was a spider's home And a virus was the flu! 

Some address him "oldy" and some call him "baldy".He often starts his sentence with " Those days..." " when i was in " " I used to...". 

He will ceremoniously visit the local bookshop to fill up his library and you suggesting him to get a kindle and load it with things like e book, e paper, e magazine etc will seriously affect his ego " Why are you so addicted to this gadgets and geeky stuffs...as you people call it!." 

He has to wage a war with awkwardly shaped remote,  overcrowded with unwanted buttons in all wrong places and below reading size prints before he lands into new channel by 8:50pm to watch 8:00 pm night bulletin. 

He is too reluctant to send email and too stubborn to give up his old letterhead and ink pen...do people use ink pens these days? 

Please...don't call him "outdated!" he is not you shinny new laptop or mobile who can be upgraded every now and then.He may be old , his vision may have blurred and memory far away from his brains! but he is still young at heart and much more energetic than whole lot of so called youngsters put together. 

Yes, he can be irritating , pestering and simply annoying at times but never forget, we reaching his stage is not far away from now.

Go have your jamuns earlier....before that doctor arrives!!!
 


Saturday, 1 January 2011

HAPPY NEW YEAR

Posted by Gayathri On 00:24

HAPPY NEW YEAR !!




Happy New Year 2011 Orkut Scraps -.

Saturday, 4 December 2010

When life gives you lemons.

Posted by Gayathri On 18:02

Hi, am planning to pen down my thoughts, share funny things I came across in my life so far and of course confuse you with senseless doubts that arise in my curious mind. 

Year: 1999 AD
Place: 10th Grade classroom 

Like everyone, (???) I too wasted few years of my (teacher's) life, in school

Well, it so happens that whenever our maths teacher distributes answer sheets she always saved Best for the last. That day was no exception!

Here enter our maths guru with a happy expression on her face, (looks like the lioness found her prey) She had bought our maths answer sheet! (ah, now I find the reason for her happiness! )

Fear has swept across our classroom, there was a pin drop silence, which was highly unusual!.
She cleared her throat and roared, " Am going to distribute your sheets today ( i bet this lady had something to do with the guy who wrote the daily forecast column in our local daily! Well for me that day it was "You will gain admiration") go through it and let me now if u have any doubts (i never asked doubt when you were teaching us that treacherous trigonometry, how will i now?? )

She started calling out names one by one, first one was #### (well its not manners to give out names! ) then next was @@@@ of course (what's next? **** ) then turn came for my best friend to receive her papers, she started sobbing as soon as she saw her paper (omg she was the best in our gang!. When she herself is feeling so bad, what about me ?) 

Now everyone received their papers except me! then I heard "R. Gayathri!!" . 

Wow! i can't believe am I the class topper or anything? No doubt writing so many sheets made her repent for underestimating my math skills... well my heart was pounding in surprise,
what should i say when she praises me ? should i clap back when my fellow mates cheer me
up ? i can't wait to get the medal for most outstanding student of the year (note "outstanding ")
i hid all my excitement and slowly progressed towards her, now she looked like a bomb that might go off at any moment , because i was always known for my notorious adventures when it comes to maths. 

Disappointingly she din't say anything, she just handed over me my papers and kept quite !
Well its always silence that prevails the cyclone 

I came back my seat, my friend was still sobbing over her paper, i slowly peeped into her sheet.She has scored around 80, "what?? why are you feeling so bad for this? !"i asked ,
"I expected around 90 da,I got only 80 oh no ..." she sank back into her sheet.
i slowly looked at my paper, What!!!!!!! 0.5/100 (yes please don't rush to get appointment with your doc have your eyes checked  , you read it right, its 1/2 for 100) oh god something things has gone seriously wrong! I carefully flipped through the pages and was literally searching for some valid reason.
 
My friend craned her neck and looked at my sheet , she stopped sobbing for a sec (her heart must have skipped a beat after witnessing my achievement) it was like someone has given her the shock of her life. 

I gave her "that's not my mistake "kind of look. She was still in the grip of shock.Slowly she looked away and started sobbing again. 

The way i flipped through the pages , made heads turn . 

"R.Gayathri , what's so impressive about your paper? .You are digging in so much as if you are .5 away from 100 ! all you scored is only that. Don't have high hopes! Am not going to give you any further marks for all those senseless numbers you have jumbled up on your paper ! " 

Whole class froze in silence, I still don't get it, whether it was  my adventure which silenced the guys or the look my maths teacher gave me . 

So many words raced inside me,  answer was spontaneous  " I wonder , how you managed to scrape up this 1/2 , all i can see is so many red line running across the pages! (believe me guys all the pages looked like she was practicing her drawing skill over my answers!)
I searched so much mam, i still don't get it!Where did this 1/2 mark came from?" 

There , I  have done it! I have dug my own grave through my words, whole class broke out in laughter ! i carefully avoided seeing her face, which was bulging with anger.

Moral: "When life gives you lemons, throw them at someone.!!! " 


Footnote : 

1. She specially arranged for an one to one with our Principal, in recognition of my notable!? achievement in maths . 

2. After so many sleepless nights ,I managed to find the culprit which earned me that 1/2 mark. It was nothing but a formula "a + b) 2 = a2 + 2ab + b2 "Which i have mistakenly written for a trigonometry problem! (i think she found it hard to put 0 /100 , after whole year of teaching a bright!!! student like me!) 

I will be back with another funny excerpt from my adventures