'22 Female Virginia'

Ashlie Atkinson is doing her Post Graduation in Occupational Therapy in Tidewater Community College at Virginia Beach. She was famed among gentlemen in her campus for her 181 cms of height and lust-leaking pimply face. She has been self venerated for having blessed with an entrancing elan and eye-catching anatomical features. She had installed a long mirror in her bath room to have a daily microscopic analysis on the peaks and valleys across her. Ashlie is a member of a family consisting 12. Her father was the only mannish constituent in the family and Ashlie was the 5^th member in the production-hierarchy of her Dad.

Travelling was her abiding passion and a bottomless hankering to visit most of the big font-names in the world map. Now, she is on her debut visit to India for Curricular Summer Internship Program with the financial support from the US Government for a tenure of 6 months. Ashlie was curious about Indian culture and unique life style. From the moment she experienced Indian soil at her toes at Mumbai’s Chhatrapati Shivaji International Airport, she recalled some shots from the movie ‘Slumdog Millionaire’! Along with the tarnished slums in India, she also invoked the part of her General Knowledge about incalculable temples and sacred sites in India with more than a billion people and a civilization thousands of years in the making. Incredible India, a country wherein a woman is strictly supposed to enjoy (or suffer) sex with a single guy, that too on her family's recruitment strategy by sacrificing in-built biological passions for name-sake or to upkeep outdated societal laws or so-called culture!

‘White Tiger’, a novel by Aravinda Adige and ‘Eat Pray Love’, a movie starring Julia Roberts inspired her to select India as her internship location. She went to New Delhi by train on 3^rd class general compartment from Mumabi instead of on A/C two tier compartments to feel the ground realities of Indian lower middle class. Usually, Ashlie likes to wear costumes which expose most of her parts in public except the spots wherein femininity is at its peak. But, Indian eyes warned her in a single day that she has to rework on her dressing options. It was a new experience to be a part of extra ordinary crowd of different religion, color, costume, age, education and financial grade; and to get suffocated in the sweat smelt air inside the compartment. She grabbed a pleasure in the abrupt re-location from Virginia to New Delhi.

She found an accommodation at a ladies hostel with help of her emergency contact person named Margaret Sofia, who works at US Embassy, India.

Ashlie’s internship centre was Auriga Psychiatry centre in Shalimar Road. Daily she would meet and study hundreds of mentally challenged kids who are at the rehabilitation centre which is a subsidiary unit of Auriga hospital.

She had to slow down the flow of her conversation to make the rest to ease following her movements of lips. After her routine at the Auriga, she would get back to room to make her food, bed and study reports. Sometimes a packet of wheat bread, or a packet of milk, or a bottle of scotch whiskey, or a packet of cigarettes would be in her hands on her return to room in late evenings. She liked to travel by foot or bicycle rather than by train or bus or rick. She liked to wander alone across the city and she liked everyone looking at her and treating like an alien beauty. Some guys used to follow her until they realize that they can’t survive her stare-backs with self-confidence! Each day in India contributed something special to her retina. She witnessed magical diversities in people’s life around and compared it with that of American’s. In a month, she visited the main historical places in and around Delhi and clearly got accustomed to Indian situations and made a good professional network in the city.

After a busy scheduled week, Ashlie was relaxing at Costa Coffee in Connaught Place with a cup of Americano with Mushroom and Cheese Panini. On gulping coffee down, she noticed a guy’s eyes glued at her who sits 3 tables ahead. He was well-costumed with famous foreign brands. She assumed that the gentle man is intended to speak to her. After getting a Latté Caramellato delivered on his table, he got up and headed slowly toward Ashlie’s table with a grinning face and occupied the second chair found around her table. Ashlie couldn’t deny gifting a smile in return to the innocent smile found in front.

‘Hey, how’s coffee?’ Gentleman asked gently.

‘Quiet good… I love coffee…’ She served the answer.

‘By the way, I’m Dilip Vasanth Solanki; you can address me as ‘Vasanth’. I work in Bharti Wallmart, Delhi as Jr. Business Analyst. I don’t know you of course and would love to know though.” He started off with self introduction.

“Fine, I’m not asking you that why are you here? Because, I’ve seen hell a lot of guys like you over less than last 22 years of life.’ Her words strengthened and smile weakened this time.

Vasanth kept the half portioned coffee cup on table and resumed. ‘All right. I do agree that I’m absolutely a stranger to you but, today I want to be a friend of yours by any hook or crook’! He spoke on face of her like an immature child asking for candy to his Dad; and both stood still for a while.

‘You are the 5th foreign lady I met today like this in various contexts! You are gonna be my last destiny and magically the most prettiest!’ 

‘I don’t think you are mentally challenged. But, certainly sounds interesting! Could you brief out what’s wrong with your pathetic condition?’ She insisted.

“Well, I will tell you Miss……….’ He couldn’t finish the sentence.

‘…….Ashlie’ She retorted.

‘Okay, thanks Ash… See, I’m a kinda guy who met so many girls in life and had dating with N number of ‘em. I helped many poor girls... I meant to… to come out of their virginity. Making a girl friend is not a big deal for me. But, I wanna get a super model like you as my better part today!’ He sounded panic.

‘Oh Jesus Christ! Why?’ Ashlie laughed out this time.

‘I will tell you a worst thing which ever had happened to me on yesterday! But, before we enter into that, may I know something about you Ms. Ash…?’ He showed no signs on face of fright of not getting an answer from her to this question.

The ‘global being’ in Ashlie answered to his question in precise and after paying the bill, they started off to walk gently out of the café’.

‘So…, do you smoke Ash? Actually I had quit smoking long back. But, yesterday on I started it off again...!’

He started of both smoking and briefing out his history. ‘Look, on the last Wednesday I was at Akshardham Metro Station, heading back to room after work. I noticed a tall foreign girl standing idle waiting for the next train to come. She was not an ordinary girl. First thing I noticed in her was her height. She was about 6 foot. I would be hardly up to the level of her nose holes! Her healthy size of long legs and an attractive conjunction at her buttocks automatically drove me toward her. The experienced proposer in me looked up onto her face and began speaking.’

‘Hi, are you new to Delhi?’ I started off with my updated proposing techniques and it ended up in my first dating with that Italian beauty named Natalie at Barbeque nation in Janakpuri on the weekend. I went to meet her up with my intimate friend Wilfred, who is staying in my neighborhood. Wilfred is working as Asst. Manager Finance at DLF. Since my car was in garage, we went by Alfred's 'Thunder-bird' to the restaurant. I proudly introduced her to Alfred. I asked Alfred to capture some photographs of mine with Natalie. As I had pre-instructed to Alfred, he pretended as if he is busy and left us liberated. Before he disperse from us, Alfred said me in Hindi that, 'Fucker, I feel jealous of you! She is 100 degree hot. Hats off to your dick and tick tick tick, your time starts now' and he departed.

After the lunch at Barbeque Nation, we went to Palika Bazar and roamed till late evening. I invited her to visit my room. She didn't even ask me that 'why to?’ We went to my room by rick. I showed her every room and entered into my master bed room. We have started planning our ‘To Do list’ of the night. She suggested going to pub. But, though I was undergoing an Ayurvedic medication for jaundice’s aftermaths from which I have recovered before couple of weeks, I was advised to not to use drinks or smoke. So, I denied the pub-plan. Our discussion on global topics went on till I could realize that I'm in my bed room with an utmost attractive woman of my choice.'

Ashlie and Vasanth continued their evening walk and Ashlie turned curious on the story flow.

'Ash... I love fashion TV than any other channels and I started watching it from the age of 11. Right from that time, it was my dream to have a woman-friend of more than 180 -183 cms height.' Vasanth's eyes were twinkling with greed.

'Buddy, but, you look below 6 foot and why do you want to have a girl who is taller than you?' She asked with exaggeration.

'I don't know, in girls I adore to height rather than any other features at front or back.' He convinced her and chuckled.

'Well, what has happened in room then? An enjoyable sex-wrestle as usual?' Ash asked him heedlessly.

'I will tell... She was in sleeveless top and tight jeans. I asked her to stand up to compare height looking at mirror. I lasciviously told her that 'Honey, next time you should wear high heals; so that you would look even sexier and your buttocks would appeal fruitful and attractive than of on flat heals!' I smelt her smooth and waxed arms and I got a mixed smell of her sweet womanish sweat and of some Italian body lotions. Her body language was positive and I started rolling my fingers across her hair and arms.

‘How damned smooth is your skin sweetie...’ I rose thrilled. But, unexpectedly she leaned backward and blocked me with a question, ‘Buddy, what you are up to?’

‘I mean… Just…’ I froze at this unexpected question, that too from a modern foreign girl!

‘C’mon sit down; let’s talk as good friends... It’s our very first meet up and you don’t have patience bloody hunter!’ She smile-fully blasted at me.

‘Hey... Hey, what’s wrong...? Chillout honey… See, I guessed you would be frank and open as I have watched in hundreds of Hollywood movies. For instance, the movie ‘Vicky Christina Barcelona’! See, in that movie one guy straight away approaches to 2 stranger beauties at a restaurant for group sex. And, that’s how it would be... Eh?” I tried to balance the situation.

‘Ouch, che cazzo stai dicendo? (What the hell are you talking about?)’

Her mother tongue spilled furiously during emergency and continued in English.

‘See buddy, Realty is miles away from what you have seen on movies... And, never think that I’m a whore to indulge in physical interaction on our first meet up!’ She sounded furious and continued.

‘Are you virgin? How many times have you fucked your Ex Indian Girl friend?’ She put across valid objective questions.

I remained silent for a while contemplating what to answer to her! I thought whether to say the truth or lie and told without a second thought that, ‘I’m virgin and you are gonna be my first sex partner.’ And, I expected her response.

‘Okay, cool... Anyways, it’s good for you to remain virgin until marriage. Well, so you watch more Hollywood movies rather than Indian movies eh?’ She calmed down and made a deviation to the conversation. I even forgot to ask her a counter question on virginity. My efforts went in vain and anticipated for the next meet up as she ensured. By 9 PM, she asked me to permit her to relieve her to room.

I gave her 3 options to choose to go back to her room. Either by rick or by bus or by bike with Wilfred. She chosen bike-ride and I coordinated with Wilfred. Wilfred reached in another 5 minutes from my information. And, he asked, ‘Dude, how was it? And, any help... eh?’

Before she gets into bike with Wilfred, he told me that ‘buddy, thanks a million for this opportunity’. He was ecstatic and enthusiastic to help me out to transport my girl friend behind his ass. I told my most trustable friend that, ‘Dude, lock your dick and I trust you. Let me run this institution gently, please don’t hamper my goodwill. Don’t apply unnecessary breaks on your ride having her sit at the back seat. And, moreover she is a kinda conservative and traditional foreign girl. So, beware of her!’

I slept off dreaming off about sharing bed with her on next weekend. I kept on doing stagnant follow ups with her via sms and late-night calls emphasizing my passion. 

But, on the last Saturday at noon, when I called up her to invite her to my bed, she told me that, ‘Bonasera bonasera..! Actually, tonight I and Wilfred planned to have an overnight stay in his room.’ I hung up the call and I couldn’t take it.

Instead of talking over phone, I preferred to message her. The chat went on as follows.

Me: I’m shocked! And … Please come to my room and join me dear..!

Natalie: I don’t understand why you are shocked? What’s wrong?

Me: You are my friend first of all. So, I wanted you to be with me tonight. But, end of the day, ultimate decision is up to you. I can’t badger you any more!

Natalie: You know... I can’t spend a night with you. It seems to be not possible to do it just as ‘friends’ So, I think we should just start to spend some other time together.

Me: Okay, Fine... Have good time with Wilfred... I won’t disturb you.

Natalie: Hey, Please don’t understand me wrong! I want to spend time with you! And, I really like you. You’re a good guy. But, I think I like you in another way that you do like me. Am I right?

Me: And, you like Wilfred on ground of lust eh? Anyways, I’m not here with cheap sentiments to ruin your mood. You may have good time. I’m okay!

Natalie: Dude... I don’t wanna hurt you. And, as I said, I like you J And, I would like to have you as good friend!

Me: I wanted your love and romantic pampering too as I have dreamed off! And, I don’t wanna stop you from having sex with Wilfred. He is my best friend and I’m happy for it. But, I too wanted you. I need your company too honey. I wanna share my feelings with yours!

Natalie: No reply!

Me: ?????

Natalie: No reply!

Me: Sunday Night?

Natalie: No reply!

Me: I don’t have any other options. I’m sure on any ground I cannot lose you! I can’t…

Natalie: I will call you later. I think we should talk...

My last message: I wanted to enjoy you! Because, you are the one I found on my own wish and will. Please understand me. I wanna be with you at least for a night. Otherwise, I’m kinda lost. You may enjoy with Wilfred, I’m absolutely okay with that and I knew that you have been spending last 3 nights with him only eh?! L Please, what about tomorrow night?

Natalie: No reply till now!

Wilfred: Sorry man... I hope you can understand me.. Don't take it in a wrong sense.. I don’t have any options… I always believed in whores and this is the first time I have got a girl for my own. I can’t leave her this time! I’m sure that you will get hundreds of other chicks better than Natalie! See you... Keep in touch buddy!

'I have been in the doldrums eversince I poleaxed of this 'lust-faillure'! I realized that I couldn’t have sent her in that night with Wilfred for a drop. I forgot that Wilfred was a guy in search of exact pouch for his penis. He is almost as taller as her. And, he is dark complexioned than me, and it would be certainly liked by a fair foreign girl. And, Natalie loves guys who booze up till nose and mix up drug in blood through syringe! Wilfred was a notorious ‘drink and drive’ chap and a decent druggist that too I forgot before handing over my golden bunch to him! I felt disgraced and I felt extremely lost. My reliable friend played a dirty double game with me and the dream beauty disbelieved in my masculinity which amounts to serious heartache!  I took all my random condom stocks in my cup-board and dumped into kitchen-dust bin and made a pledge over it that ‘I will make revenge for this to both Wilfred and Natalie or else I will never propose a new girl!’ 

‘So, that’s all! I want your help to do this. But, surely I liked your style as well!’ Vasanth finished the story with a deep out breathe.

Ashlie nodded calmly looking Vasanth’s ashen face and said, ‘Oops, it’s weird. But, nothing is special in this case. I heard hundreds of similar stories like this in my campus. So, you wanna make me here a bloody scapegoat eh? See, you are a handsome guy; moreover handful too. Even if you haven’t had this story to brief out with me also, I couldn’t have rejected your proposal. I liked you even at the first glance it self... Honestly speaking!’ She giggled looking at flickered eyes on Vasanth’s face.

‘Thanks Ash... Thanks a ton... But, I wanna revenge; a lucid tit for tat!’ Vasanth replied and they dispersed for the day.

Couple of days went on. Wilfred and Natalie carried on with boozing till early mornings and experiencing the elation in exchanging the warmth in their body and mind it each other thrice or four times thereafter! They lead a sexual life better than of newly married couples with odd and ‘out of the box- experiments’ on bed.

Ashlie and Vasanth met again over two Campagne saucer of cocktail and discussed on Vasanth’s revenge plans. Vasanth wanted Ashlie to tackle Wilfred and to make a strong emotional bond. Then to tempt him into her bed room wherein an arranged sex seen of himself to be made with Ashlie on  Wilfred’s entry to give him a shock at heart.

But, Ashlie being an experienced tourist across different life situations suggested Vasanth that, ‘Hey, do you bear in mind the uncountable faces of girls those who passed through your woman-hunt and got hurt themselves?! How do you look at those girls?’

Vasanth had nothing other than his silence to show.

She continued, ‘…And, as you said, let’s arrange a sex scene of us in a room. But, no need of Wilfred’s intervention! There is no point in this childish form of cheesy revenge. You should go back to him and make him understand that you value his company rather than a third girl’s beauty. Wilfred will realize once that getting a real friendship is thousand times valuable than getting a fragile beauty-asset on bed!’ Beautiful statement had been flown out of rather beautiful lips.

‘And, one more modest recommendation... Take it from me dude; never ever claim that you are a virgin to any more girls even if you are one also which is applicable to every Romeos!’ They both cheered up.

Vasanth got healed from his mental distress with a magical medicine called ‘time’. Ashlie has shifted her accommodation to Vasanth’s rental house and lived up to highest enjoying the glorious treasure in the Super model woman. Vasanth decided to not switching girl friends at least for the next 5 months until Ashlie leaves India. Vasanth has forsaken his misery forgiving his dearest friend and they remained in close touch. But, he didn’t mind to meet Natalie anymore, who was separated from Wilfred and hounded like an unstoppable bitch behind another proactive dog for a better show.

7 years passed. Both Vasanth and Ashlie were still in touch. During Vasanth’s official trips, he never forgot to meet up Ashlie who was settled in her home town Virginia, working as chief counselor in Kluge Children's Rehabilitation Center, Virginia with her latest boy friend. Whenever they meet, Ashlie would mention a name which would still make Vasanth running out of words; ‘Natalie’!

One day, Vasanth got a picture mail from Ashlie. It was of a skinny girl with discolored and countable number of hair-strips on helm. The face was wrinkly and eye balls deep within 2 dark holes of face. The subject of the mail was ‘Hey is this ‘Natalie’ is the one whom you know? If so, I’m sorry to say that she is suffering from immunodeficiency disease. And, for god-sake… I hope Wilfred is doing well!’

Vasanth replied to Ashlie ‘Yes, I too hope so! Thank you for the valuable information Ms. Ashlie Atkinson!'

'Santhosh Pandit, God's own man'

‘There is no short-cuts to success’; says Mr. Santhosh Pandit. As per his social websites, he holds Graduation in English, Diploma in German, Astrology, Hindi to English translation, Masters degree in Hindi, Stenography, DTP, LLB, Computer hardware, Post Graduate Diploma in Multimedia (Film Editing, Graphics), Graduation in Civil Engineering, Post Graduate in Psychology and Black-Belt in Karate. Moreover he learned a lot from his experience-full life. This simple human being has established himself in various domains in the arena of Filmography. A great Director? A great Actor? A great Cinematographer? A great Editor? A great Costume-designer? A great lyricist? A great story cum screen-play writer? A great singer? A great stunt master? A great choreographer? A great Producer? A great 'special-effects' artist? Mankind is not sure what he is?! In essence, we can categorize him as the most-flexible and versatile personality, which world film industry has ever seen over the years.  

‘Krishnanum Radhayum’ made a big bang in millions of hearts. I feel no wonder in the enormous box-office results the so-called film makes. I am eagerly waiting to watch the movie with my friends. But, I am not sure when I will get the tickets. I have seen the movie-reviews and the unlimited joy and cheer in the audience who came out of the theatre after watching the film. Some theatres in Kerala run 24 hours a day and it is a rejuvenation to the entire film industry. This is the thing which our society needed; a person who can be set as a role model to the upcoming-generation. The mannerisms he brought across in his movie and the inexplicable message he inculcated in form of music in his songs are really capable of shifting human mindsets into cloud nine! I seriously suggest personally to Mr. Santhosh Pandit to give nominations for Academy awards and golden globe awards.

An athletic body, dark complexioned skin tone, sharp tooth, forthcoming dimples, undisciplined hair, impish and 'lipstickered' smile, ultra-masculine sound,  intellectual and rapid gestures of arms while talking and so many microscopic features have turned up as striking erotic factors to the female-youngsters in South India. It was found that majority of his you tube-fans are females! You-tube owe a lot to his talent and reputation. After the entry of Mr. Santhosh Pandit, you tube became more popular among ladies. A drastic news I have got for his ladies fans is, ‘Panditji is married’!

A normal person born and brought up in a district named Kozhikode in Kerala. His schooling were at Chelannur AKKR High School and the graduation in Government Arts College. After his blessed-parents death, he inherited three houses, one of which he sold to raise funds for 'Krishnanum Radhayum'! And, now he has grown up to such an extend enough to make every Malayalees across the globe proud and overwhelmed.

I watch his 2 film-songs in You tube 3 or 4 times a day for last couple of months. Whenever I am mood-out, the number will get increased. I feel a nostalgic pampering out of his works. The moon-walks he made in his visual song and the most sincerest hug he demonstrated to the heroine have always been a cause to exhilarate my pulse.

‘I can reduce the number of cigarettes I smoke and the quantity of rum I consume, but I cant stop myself from watching Panditji’s songs daily as soon as I wake up and before I kiss  my pillow in night’. My friend Mr. Adolph told me.

“People are bored of ‘same’ stories, artificial stunt scenes, insincere romantic plays, bone-less screen-plays, meaningless lyrics, baseless music and synthetic acting; this contemplation made me to think further that why cant I provide a quality service to the human civilization? It made me to give birth to ‘Krishnanum Radhayum’. I am not claiming that this film is a perfect one, but still it’s a small gift I could offer to my fans”; he is on a fluent roll.
This is a rise of an ‘alien star’ to the list of a few names starts from Rajanikanth, Mohanlal, Mammootty till Puneeth rajkumar. He rarely schedules his valuable time for any interviews. After giving an ear to the brainy course of his interview-conversations, my friend Mr. Vishakh labelled him as 'Guru'!.

He gets N number of calls daily from the fans in all the 5 major continents. Its just a start to an exponential growth of a BONE-talented! He already started home works for his next projects named 'Kalidasan Kavitha ezhuthukayanu', 'Jithu bhai enna Chocolate bhai'..etc.. Still to see the miraculous works from this public-friend; the god’s own man.

'..............................Hello!'

This is 'just now happened' and nothing is great about it. But, i SIMPLY thought of sharing!

I got a call from an unknown number. It was a girl at the other end. As soon as I told, ‘Ambareesh here, your good name please?’ she told me, ‘one second sir.. one second..’ and she handed over/ transferred the call to a boy. 

‘Sir, I have gone through your job advertisement and I’m looking for a job now. Any vacancies there?’
I suspiciously asked, ‘Yes we do have openings. By the way, what’s your age and education?’
‘Sir, I’m currently running at 57!’ 

The sudden change of a 'boy in to an old man' made me curious. 

I told, ‘sorry, actually for this particular designation, we are having an age limit and it ends up at 27! Anyways, thanks for calling.’ And, I suddenly hung up. 

My conversation with ‘uncle’ made my colleagues around me droll and into a decent laughter. 

After a while I again got a call from the same ‘unknown’ number. Uncle asked me, ‘Sir, I have a son and he is below 27. Shall I send him for interview on tomorrow?’ I smelt the anxiety in that father’s voice.
I asked him, ‘that’s a much better option. By the way, what’s your son’s age now?’

‘Sir, my son is at 16 years. And, he will work hard for your esteemed organization.’ Father became conversant about his premium product. 

I told, ‘Your baby is minor. Send him for the interview after 2 years.’ I slowly hung up.

'Spiritually challenged!'

‘Life gets piled up with junk assignments. If you invest a little time on thinking at which you are most bothered about and constantly smolder your head on your day to day life, you would discover the fact that you are trying to catch water bubbles and preserve them’.

‘Social imbalances based on worldly assets, spreads an erroneous communication amongst majority of the mankind which pushes every living beings to rat race behind mirages in this vast oasis. Applications of money have exponentially risen over past two decades. More money brings in more pleasure to 5 sensory organs. Globalization made people wealthy but it did set a wrong mindset amongst all that self-actualization is directly proportional to the fiscal asset we possess’.

‘Luxury became an inevitable factor of everyone’s life. We can hardly find around an object or action which doesn’t have a financial implication. Every stare we receive from the 360 degree angle have flair of business. Humane emotions are replaced with debits and credits’.

‘Even If you are happy at yourself, world around you will never leave you until and unless you fulfill their expectations hitting their benchmarks. Comparisons make people’s life miserable and which tends to upgrade own life situations to compete with the neighbor without realizing that it’s a degradation intact. So, the only way to get rid of these worldly infections is to dedicate ourselves at the almighty!’

‘….that’s all for the day and thank you all for your kind response to my online spiritual counseling website. I also would like to remind once again about the spiritual camp to be held at Hotel Taj Vivanta on 24^th April. For quick booking and advance payment, please log in to the website’. See you all tomorrow; stay blessed; stay tuned. Till then... Bye...’ Swamiji signed off for the day and came out of the chilled channel studio room.    

'Friend of the day!'

'Ooooops...!'

My lips whispered arrogantly and yelled to the driver to stop the bus. He applied break and dropped me on the road where is no bus-stop or a second person to laugh at me! 'I have to walk back to the nearest bus-stop and to board the CORRECT bus to my place, RT Nagar. I walked back about a kilometer to find the bus stop. Street was empty. There were neither pedestrians nor whores. Vehicles were very less. The city was dim in the peak of the night. I reached out my cell phone and it was 8.30pm.

I reached the bus stop and by the time i realized that this area is a corner of the city and no more much transport-service in the night. Some cars, some ricks, some bicycles and some bikes were lonely moving left and right on the road. I went inside the scaffolding of the bus stop hut and sat on the thin-marble seat. I saw another figure sitting at the other end of the seat. I threw my notice at the unknown figure in semi-dark. It was a young lady(or a matured girl i would say). From her costume, i got that she is a genuine Muslim. She did not look at me, but resumed her play with her cell phone. 

Time crept on. I called some of my friends on phone to explain the job description, cost to the company, work environment and the nature of my new job at 'Au Bon Pain'. Time reached at 8.45 and no buses so far! 'How will i reach my place? Oh, my Lord, i can't walk'!

I looked at my neighbor lady. 'What she is waiting for in this late night!?' i thought. She was in tight white leggings and a brown churidar. Her helm was covered with the black scarf, the religious costume. She got good height and a slim physique. I looked around, there were none. Talking to a Muslim girl in this kind of situation can be offensive. But, i decided to make her speak.

'So, you are also going to RT Nagar?' I asked in casual pitch of voice without any self-introduction. 

'Yes' she politely retorted. 

'Actually, i got into a wrong bus and i just got down. So... have to reach RT Nagar now. Any chance for buses? Do you know?' I asked my second question.
'I daily go by 7.30. But, today, i got late. I think the last bus might have gone by 8.30. Even i am also thinking how to get hell out of this...!' and, she acted as if she is tensed with a smile like a child.

But, she did not mind to look at me when spoke. 

Our eyes spent a few more minutes in search of buses around. In a few seconds, an antiquated BMTC bus suddenly seen coming from one end of the road. Without any prior notice, 'she' gently jumped out of the bus stop hut and ran toward the other end of the road. She showed her grouchy hand-bag in front of the bus at a decisive distance. Bus found stopped and i just thought to run to get the bus. Just before she got in, she looked at me. And, she smiled when she saw me running toward the bus.

She sat in the front row of seats. The bus was almost empty. I sat three rows behind to her. I expected her to look back at me. But, she did not even bother to assure that i am inside the bus! I sent my eyes across her high-healed sandals, bag and the 'parts of her' which can be seen from my view point through the seating.

In 5 minutes, the bus reached at Bangalore Cantonment railway station and the driver announced loudly, 'Last stop!'

Bus got evacuated quick. I was ignorant about the place, about the respective bus numbers and about the spot where which the RT Nagar buses can be boarded. I followed the girl. There very less crowd. In the sense, a baby could sleep calmly on that street since there were not much disturbances. 

I kept following her. She was walking fast as if she was familiar with every nook and corner of the place. She seemed to be aiming a particular and pre-planned spot, say bus stop. I followed her by adjusting my pace of walk, so that i can keep a healthy-distance of a minimum of 10 meters at the least. When we cross the road, she saw me following her. No reactions! She resumed ushering me.

She reached in a huge traffic junction and there were more crowds. She stood still and looked at me. I was keen on maintaining the 10-meters distance with utmost consciousness. One blue bus came, i walked over to it and asked the driver and came back. I made my face expression vividly disappointing, so that she can understand that, the particular bus is not into RT Nagar. I could understand that, she saw my frowned face and stood still. Some minutes passed by quickly. Another bus came at her side. Before she got in, she just made an imperfect stare toward the North, where i was positioned. I too got into the bus even without asking the driver.

The bus was rushy. I moved infiltrated in to the front through the rash group of citizen and stopped when i got her nearer in a touchable distance. Ladies seats were filled with non-ladies personalities. I angrily ordered one buddy to get up and i communicated 'her' to sit in there with a gentle face action. She obeyed me. At the next stop, i too got a seat, just opposite to her. We were facing each other due to the special seating arrangements on the BMTC bus.

It was cold outside. Breeze flew into the bus like unlimited-waves. It took around 15 minutes to reach RT Nagar. I did not launch even a single look at her! Contrary to my history and character! She looked genuine and innocent. So, i decided that not to steal even a single piece of 'look' out from her.

'Next stop is RT Nagar'. The automatic speaker-set on the bus announced.

I got up from seat, she too. I made a gentle look at her face and told her silently, 'may god bless you dear girl...' She gifted me a most enchanting smile.

We got down. She walked toward the left and i toward the right.

'Bucket list - 2012'

She asked me to write an essay about ‘Goals in 2012’ in more than 300 words, post to a competition announcement in her company. I asked her, “Will there be complimentary prizes for all the participants?” 

“I am not aware of complimentary prizes and all; but, I am sure that the CTS will reward the winner well”! She answered confidently as a company spoke-person.

“What to write?” I thought. I am even uncertain about my whole life. I often feel about myself that I am aimless or even clueless when I wake up from sleep in the dawn and when I go to sleep in night. But, after hearing to her I started to think about the next year. I have seen 23 new years so far. Each significant deduction from my total life span has accumulated something in me; many changes in my appearance, character, attitude, perceptions...Etc... And still on a verge of change!  I am sure that saturation is at the infinity for a human. She swayed me to think on the changes I have to undergo in 2012 (Though I determined that I need to CHANGE and I have to modify myself a lot in assorted perspectives). Since I fritter the majority of my time at my office, my world get shrunk into a small zone. My life is being spent at work; so, my main goals orbit around my organization.

Let me prepare a ‘Bucket list’ of the things to be done in the next year.

1)  1) To improve my market value in HR market: - Job in Au bon pain is my first main stream job. Working in Human Resource Department will give umpteen opportunities to meet more people from various backgrounds. When I was pursuing my Degree, I either wanted to be a psychologist or else an HR Manager. Because, I like to scrutinize human minds and to analyze persons. Interviewing an absolutely strange man or woman is a fascinating experience. In 2012, I should improve my market value by sharpening my skills and knowledge into a great extend. I should turn out to be a crucial brick-stone in my company’s HR department. I should transform myself from an HR kid into an HR man-age-er.

2) 2) To be more jovial with everyone (or show off):- My new colleague Mr. Faiyaz told me that I am not impressive when it comes to interpersonal skills and body language. He suggested me to use more ‘How are you’s’ when I meet anyone at the office and ‘bye bye’ when I disperse from the work place daily. I still have get accustomed to the fact that, ‘I should not respect anyone beyond a limit unnecessarily; especially to someone who ignores me’. There will be different attitude level in different persons. Being ‘down to earth’ or over-humble nature in the various organizational contexts will keep us stuck in between brackets. To combat to the attitude issues in the work-place, I have to position myself on a comfortable floor. I have to avoid restricting my casual flow of talk and natural body language when I meet the superiors at the work place.

3)  3) To practice original smiling: - Another issue he pointed out was about my artificial smile I produce in most of the situations. So, here on I have to work out to make my smiles striking. Scientists claim that human is the only animal who can smile. So, i have to make sure that i am very much a homo sapient! Corporate relation is something not between the hearts; but, between the brains. Most of the corporate relations I have seen in my minuscule work life have been mainly for a purpose; to ease the work. But, in my current organization, I did not feel the mark of ‘use and throw’ relationships. “If you really believe in your skills and sure about your present state; you will automatically look confident; so that you will enjoy work-life”. I heard it from Mr. Renjith, the Malayalam movie maker. So, I have to start searching that whether I have to be confident or not on the ground of any hidden skills.

4)  4) To learn guffawing at poor jokes: - I am a big fan of humor. All of my first-aid friends are deadly humorous. I believe that every intelligent people will not be humorous; but, every humorous people will be surely intelligent. Education and literacy will fall short in front of pure sense of humor. Many times I remained silent in film theaters when the whole crowd laugh out loudly; either something is wrong with me or with the film. Likewise, I will not laugh at poor ‘so-called jokes’. When you do not laugh at something which makes the all around you laugh, then such incidents will give you a label as ‘not-so-social’.

5) 5) To stay at 73kgs:- By the grace of god, if I could celebrate 2013 New Year night, I should not be the same person what I am now! Now I am of 73kgs of weight. I seriously wish if I could restrict my body going beyond the same in the coming year. I found out that, only Yoga can help preventing pot belly even if I have belly-full of intake 3 or 4 times a day.

6) 6) To be more handsome and attractive: - I should be more handsome than of now. When I look at a girl’s face, my stare should be influential enough to penetrate into her heart (which never happened till time). The yoga is the way I found to achieve it. Yoga is not only a traditional body maintenance procedure. But, it’s a way of living. A Yogi has to get up early in snow and should take a shower in cold water. It’s a play with fresh air. I stay on the 4^th floor of the building and the balcony is rich in breeze always. It will stimulate each and every cells in the body by fueling energy and it will transform our (my) body into a meaningful one. It balances both the body and mind and makes the days cheery. I heard that, “no need of facial treatments or any beauty parlor operations if we do Yoga daily!”  Remaining physically and mentally healthy keeps the life alive.

7)  7) To date some pretty chicks: - I don't use cigarettes, liqueur and whores; these are not my weaknesses. But still, I am a bachelor with loads of romance deep within. I am sure that only my first night after marriage will break my virginity. The marriage will happen in a couple of years probably (as per family standards). So, then I will never be a bachelor again. Sacrificing the ‘golden era’ of life for my ‘lucky-wife’ is a cruelty to life. Restricting our timely biological needs sound awkward. So, taking bath without getting wet is my path. Bangalore is rich in beautiful girls. I hate being inside my room on weekends and would like to roam around in parks, fast food café’s and shopping malls. So, one of my main goals of 2012 is to date maximum girls as possible (Because, 2012 can be the world-end). I have to upload more attractive photos in facebook to get an effectual result. My friend, Mr. Anoop Narayanan sends 10 friend requests on an average daily to the selected girls in the facebook. He is happy if at least 3 got accepted; and, at least 1 will be the one with him for the next some days at Au Bon Pain or at multiplex or in Lalbagh.

8)  8) Find a little time for family and friends: - My basic duty being human is to love my family and being loved by my family. Every New Year has been keeping me far-flung from my Dad and Mom. Every person start their life tour from a womb and it will go on to heartbreaking distances! I really miss the days on which my Grandma or Mom took care of my bath with ‘Johnson and Johnson’, spoon-feeding and beating up with cane stick at my tender buttocks when I score some marks less to the full marks!  Time will make leaves to fall down. The grief of loss will be felt only after the loss. On hearing the news of my Grandma’s death made me to think and realize that ‘oh god… you did this so early? Actually I wanted to spend at least one more day with her!’  We all preserve our love-depths to our parents deep inside our ventricle and it’s being kept to give in future ‘before the time comes’. So, I should recharge my cell-phone more and I should take more leaves to guarantee the warmth of my life through keeping me available always to my beloved ones.  

9)  9) More movies. More books. More creativity: - It’s been more than 6 months since I read a novel. I watch every Malayalam movies get released newly in the neighborhood theatres. But, I get less time to watch Hollywood movies from the laptop. ‘God father trilogy’ is a text book for me. It contributed lot to my behavior. Likewise, many more movies have made me up. When I was in school, I remember participating in continuous Quiz competitions, spending time enthusiastically on Tele-Quiz programs and Quiz books while eating and while sitting in European closet. But, now I have a serious deficiency in GK. At present, I rarely glare at news papers! I should start ‘procuring’ GK from January 1^st. I like painting. During schooling, water color painting, cartoon and pencil drawing have been my favorite items. I have got many soap boxes, plates, glasses and mugs for my participations. But, now I rarely spend time on paints. I should brush it up and should resume the magnificent endeavor. Painting is a wonderful mode of communication. Certain expressions or mindsets cannot be told or written, but it can be demonstrated with color. I believe that, 'If you are MAD, put in on paper in the form of words or colors; society will admire you'! I also heard that, girls love artists.

Good life is all about eating good food (Satvik food), sleeping on time, understanding the in-built divinity, loving each other beyond limits and thinking sensibly. By December 0f 2012, I hope I will be better than of now. Better way of thinking, better appearance, better health, better wisdom, better knowledge, better value in minds of everyone and better smile. Eat, pray and love…!

I didn’t count the words. I strongly believe that there will be more than 300 words. Whether or not I get the 'complimentary prize' for this share of my blunders, I will be happy to set certain goals to my life for the first time till time.  

'Hare Rama!'

'I felt your presence everywhere even though my blind eyes couldn't spot you. You are in me, in him, in her and in it. You are here, there and inestimable. You can neither be seen, nor be heard, nor be smelt, nor be tasted nor be touched with any of the 5 fragile sensory organs; though I could feel you clearly but on no rationalization! I believe you are the parent of my soul. 

Atom is the microscopic unit of energy present in every movable and immovable living beings and objects. Energy can neither be created nor be destroyed. And, it is the one, the almighty! 

Life is believed to be started on earth as ‘nuclei-protein’ in ocean and then transmitted that spark into land. Lord Mahavishnu’s incarnation-course started as 'fish' in deep blue sea; the foremost. 'Tortoise' shows the dissemination of life from water to land. 'Boar' was the third one; the unyielding animal. 'Narasimham' shows slight successive variation happened from animal to man; half man and half animal. 'Vamanan' was a dwarf resembles primary versions in human evolution process. 'Parashuraman' was a cruel  hunter weaponry man who wouldn’t think before executing any foolish action. He chopped his own mother’s head instantly on his father’s order without going for a second thought; he depicts a wild hunter man. 'Shreeraman' was considered as the ideal man with formalities and social life. He believed in values and gave preference to family and social life. He fought against the indiscretion found in the society. 'Balaraman' is Shree Krishnan’s elder brother and is considered as one of Mahavishnu’s incarnation. He was an agricultural man with a muddy plough in hand. 'Shree Krishnan' was one with cunning nature to tackle anyone showing more signs of modern man! Charles Darwin's Evolution theorem still continues. 

God is energy and its 'BRAHMAM'; its a point at which we helplessly disconnect our thoughts failing to reach out that infinite fact! Peep into the extraterrestrial and jungle and into the trenches across ocean; you will realize the artistic base of the almighty on witnessing the inexplicable talent of the creator. Every time we disclose a scientific fact, we are realizing the impossible laws set by the ultimate super power.  

There is a chant capable of transforming one apocalyptic scoundrel into saint. Its Rama rama rama rama rama rama..! Its heavenly to recite it aloud in the damp 'Karkkidaka-rain' understanding and remembering the greatness of the omnipotent!'