What happened after i went out ... (Continuance to the BOREDOM post)

A lot of interesting things happened!! Read on!!



Normal evening ..... Me and Raghu leave for Coffee day, Malleswaram .... On the way, Raghu gets an urge to have a Paan .... Yeah, he's a paan freak, we stop for his paan at his usual paan shop .... Once he's done with his chewing and spitting, we leave ....

On the way, we spot our old haunt "Veena Stores", a college-time hangout for soft idli freaks ..... Raghu says "Maga, swalpa DT?" ("shall we hog on idlis?") ..... I say "Beda annoke aagutta" ("Can i say no?") .....

Full rush at the place, its a roadside eatery with people bustling and spilling over the footpath/pavement ...... One plate of idli-vada each, one plate of chow-chow bath for him and one plate of shavige (vermicelli) bath for me ..... yum yum and BURRRRRRRRRRP!! He suggests that we have coffee there and i say .... no we'll have it at coffee day ....

We come back to the bike, and he spots a small alley and says "Maga, ee road try maadona" ("we'll try this small lane") .... I say "Beda kano, it ends up on a footpath on the otherside" ("Nope, it ends up on the footpath on the otherside") ..... He insists, so off we go into the lane, only to discover that the other end is blocked and actually ends up on the footpath ......

Dang! I'd told him .... He sometimes doesnt trust my observations .... He gives me a toothy smile and giggles ..... "He he he he, ok but footpath mele hogona?" ("hehehehe shall we go on the footpath?") ..... I say "Thika mucchu, nandu bike-u off-road vehicle alla" ("Shut up, its a bike, not an off-road") ..... He does a "Grrrrrrr" and i turn around to move in the direction of the coffee outlet .....

Thirty seconds later .... on the parallel road, we sight a few young 'un (females ofcourse) and say "oh! weekend, olle CC (colour count) irutte" ("Oh! weekend we'll have some colour around") .... and we move a bit further to sight a guy on the pillion of a bike with a short shirt riding up his waist and his ass crack staring at us, basking in the glory of the headlight of my bike!!

A mini traffic jam .... involving four cars, two bikes and an old inexperienced driver in one of the cars .... The first car on the opposite side, an ambassador (a huge bulk of a car) moves, clearing the space and the inexperienced old man in a smaller car fumbles and is hesitant to drive through the space in which the huge car moved easily .....

A few minutes later, cursing our misfortune that we had to bear the sight of the ass crack visible in front of us .... we go and park our bikes .....

Ah! there he was, my favourite roadside bookseller .... I buy Jeffrey Archer's "Prodigal Daughter" and Raghu buys John Grisham's "The Summons" ..... For Rs.50 each .... Yep, you can believe this, we get good books for that price, whereas the bookseller charges atleast Rs.80 for the other customers ....

Enter coffee day ..... we find the usual assortment of teens, people in 30s tryin to act like teens, true to themselves and in love type of couples, the waiters with the same old bored look running hither tither ..... And yeah, thank heavens .... NO Q-JAM ..... Instead there's a display stall of some new model of Sony Ericsson phone which could blast music audible to the whole of the coffee outlet ..... Well, it was better than Q-Jam for a while, then began a string of the recent hindi movie hits ..... Jeez, cant these people play something else??

Anyway, coming back to coffee, we order two capuccinos and sit back ..... The waiters dont turn up when we want them and they end up asking us whether we want to place an order, soon after we've placed one ..... When will these people ever learn getting organised??

And there's this cafe manager, we TOTALLY hate this guy, dont know why, probably his face attracts hatred .... He has this paunch and just strolls across the cafe, eyeing women, their assets, a slight wardrobe malfunction .... whatever suits/appeases his demented soul's eyes .....

Coming back to coffee, the usual thing, they give us two capuccinos with one sugar sachet each ..... When will they understand that one 10gm sugar sachet aint enough? ..... We end up askin for one more, EVERYTIME ....

The teens (not older than 16) in the table beside us, two guys and two girls (another guy joined in later and he paid for all of their bills) .... The group were having a pastry, a coffee etc .... whatever they ate, god knows, but they looked constipated ..... Yet they were energetic enough to give us ample entertainment!!

Then came two young ladies, one of them pale and hanging onto the other .... They went towards the restroom and the whole crowd followed them, with their eyes ..... God! why cant they let those two women be at peace? The two male teens in the next table jumped up and ran towards the restroom (I forgot to mention .... hehehe one guy was wearing a T-shirt with Superman's symbol/logo/whatever). They come back and one of the guys (not Mr.Superman) ..... brings out his tongue and says "She was puking ..... ewwww" ...... Why the hell did they bother? =)) ..... why oh why?? and what was the intention of going back there?? Lol ..... we can never understand, neither can those two young lads!!

I intentionally omit the description of Mr.Dinner-man .... the guy who comes to the outlet and has something to eat, EVERYDAY ..... He must have a kick-ass digestive system!!

Ok .... enough of this .... we came out ... another paan for raghu and we return .... nothing that needs special mention happened on our way back .....

What happened next, really lifted up my mood!! To know that, you'd have to wait till my next post ....

Boredom and moving on (with thanks to Manasa Madishetty aka MASH)

Boredom is something that i cannot bear ..... It eats into my system, it corrodes my creativity, it erodes my emotions .... It kills the fun in doing something, anything ..... It plays the spoilsport .... No lethargy here, no laziness ..... Just plain boredom!!

The next step awaits ..... "restlessness" .... this is worse!! It takes the bored mind, twists it till it writhes in agony .... Its that feeling when you want to do something just to break from the shackles of monotony and boredom, but you dont know what to do .... you either dont have something to do or you simply cannot pin-point what you want to do ..... A confusion with nothingness and too-many-choices playing the two sides ....

As i was dribbling these thoughts and was frantically searching for something to do, i realised i better write about it ..... This would atleast release the stress/tension built up inside me from all this confusion and boredom (wow! what a combo ..... confusion and boredom!!) .....

I thought i'd better talk to someone and get an idea as to what to write .... or rather, feed them with the idea and check out whether this blog entry would be meaningful .....

The first name that usually pops up to my mind would be of some new found friend .... And here she was, my darling little new friend ..... Manasa Madishetty (aka MASH, this name reminds me of two things ..... the old-time Star-Plus serial with all those military things and mashed potatoes, yet its her nick and she'd have got it for some reason, maybe as simple as it looks that its picked off MAnasa madiSHetty ..... so i'd give it, its much needed respect and prominence) .....

I message her from my cellphone and begin with a "Hmmm .....", she says "Sorry i could not message earlier .... I was busy cuz i was workin from home .... You said you were bored .... how are things ..... " (or something of the sort) ...... i reply with a "Yeah am bored ...."!! Then i tell her that i'm stuck up with the completion of this blog and its on boredom ...... she says "Move on, find something better and exciting to write on" ...... I say "Hmmm .... How about you, our conversations etc" ...... she says "Move on .... our conversations are not that interesting, find something good" ...... I say "Ok .... will write something"

So here i am ..... sitting to write about something interesting .....

At this moment ..... I get a call from my best pal Raghu ...... he begins with the usual and funny "Yellide?" (which means "Where is it?") ...... I say "Ille computer mundhe ide" ("Its in front og the PC") ..... he says "Coffee kudiyakke barutta adu?" ("Will it come out for coffee?") ..... I say "Barutte aadre adu swalpa wait maadbekagutte ..... ee blog entry mugsi barutte idu" ("It will come, but that(raghu) will have to wait for two minutes till this(me) finishes the blog entry")

Thus the whole plot of writing this blog of boredom is killed too ...... Let me see what is in store for me out there ......