'..............................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!'

'A Beautiful Smile'

Like you do, I too meet ‘N’ number of Ladies daily of different complexion, different height, different mass, different anatomy, different voice, different profession, different knowledge-range and different background. Whenever I am ‘normal’, I never miss a lady unnoticed even if I am out with my family; even if I am on foot through a massive crowd. I will be attentive on the lady-faces bypass me; because, I do not wanted to miss even a single chance to glimpse at any eye-catching face. Here, I explore a recent critical experience of seeing a Beautiful face.

Few days back, one candidate from BOSCO charitable foundation, named Mr. Gangadhar has come up for the interview and I selected him for one of my company outlets in operations Department. After some days, I got a call and it was a female-voice. Her name was Ms. Sylvia. She spoke in English with a Malayalam base. I presumed that it’s a stunning chick who wears tight jeans and sleeveless top. But, Ms. Sylvia told me that she is the Chair-person of the BOSCO foundation. There are around 60 inhabitants residing at her institutional hostel including working people, studying pupil and lazy bugs.

After her introductory session, I asked, “that’s fine, what shall I do for you now?”

“Mr. Ambareesh, I am pretty happy that you have provided employment to one of my boys. He is enjoying his work now.”

“Oh, that’s good. It’s my duty and pleasure’ I replied humbly. “By the way, are you from Kerala? Your accent says so.” I resumed.

“Yea, I am.” She told.

“Oh, Keralathil Evideya? Actually Malayaalikalod nhan English parayaarilla. Malayalam maathre vaayil varoo..” (Oh, which part of Kerala are you from? And, actually I use only Malayalam with the Kerala-guys.)”

“Aha, Nhan Kotayam aanu. Ambareesho?” (Aha, I am from Kotayam. And, what about you?) She too started up in Malayalam.

After a prolonged talk, she told that, it will be appreciable if I could provide job to the eligible candidates in her Foundation at Au Bon Pain, my company.

I asked her to come over to my corporate office and to have a discussion with my HR manager.

Next day, I found Mr. Gangadhar sitting in the office lobby with a lady. She was around 50 years of old. Her dressings were Saree and full-sleeve Blouse and I guessed that she is a nun. I made out that, she is not at all an average-lady at a single glance.

We had an official meeting. Since, Mr. Sandesh, the HR Manager was also in the meeting, we spoke in English start to end. I found a very special touch of way in her style of speaking, eyeing, gestures and smile. A range of luminous Aura was at its best in her face! Her spectacles laying over the nose and pretty decent costume gave me a feel that I am speaking to a quality-lady. I am in front of some one, who is nearer to God! I felt the energy-flow from her face and voice. Each time she smiles I was fascinated.

She invited us to visit her Foundation. I went there with Sandesh Sir. As she said, she was the CHAIR-person of that foundation, situated in Magadi Road. There were only basic facilities at the office. But, the infra structure provided to the inhabitants and the cleanliness was appreciable. A crucified half-naked god-man’s statue found affixed to the wall above Ms. Sylvia’s seating.  She took us across the four story building. We delighted that, it is a charitable foundation which offer bed and food to the ran-away children for last 32 years! Ms. Sylvia has been serving here for last 20 years. Whenever she confronts any of the boys in the hostel, she behaved as if she is the Mom to all. She addressed everyone as ‘Ente kannaa..”(my dear Baby..)

“Here, daily we get children coming in, those who abscond from native place due to several issues like step-mother harassment, pitiable monitory state, lonesomeness and so on. We find them from Railway stations and streets mostly.”  Her voice fluctuated as per the intensity of the words.

Sandesh sir and I looked into their life. I could feel the fright and anxiety in their eyes on seeing us, like the cocks in cage! They are home-less, some are not even aware of their parent's name. They were purely parented and brought up by the circumstances!

BOSCO is providing some practical handicraft trainings in various streams like motor-mechanism, color printing and driving. The basic food will be given daily 3 times. New dresses are distributed to everyone on the event of New Year . There is library, TV room and a study center. A certain amount will be given to them as pocket money in every week. My eyes literally flickered on knowing the amount. It was Rs. 50/- per every weekend. God is not a socialist; I bottom-lined ‘once more’. It was a happy-hub of dispossessed!

Ms. Sylvia recalled many occurrences she underwent over the last 20 years. One of her boy came back with a Big Jack fruit in pursuit of finding his father after a lingering search! She has showed us a thick photo album full of old memories. This explained a beautiful and humid history. Ms. Sylvia looked pretty young in old pictures.

I have got every possible relative-designation-holders including father, mother, grand father, grand mother, brother, sister, uncles, aunties, cousins, lover, friends, girl friends and many more. But, the humans stay there were ones, who have got only Ms. Sylvia as relative under sun!

On visiting the work shops, Sandesh sir had words with the boys in there from different religions. He spoke in Kannada, to whom who doesn’t know to sepak in English. He told, ‘Hudugare, nimige gotha, even nanu kannada mediumnalli kalidadu! Mathe, illi Bangaluralli bandu language pick up maadidhadu. Haadre, neevu ellru try maadidre, nimige kooda Englishalli mathaadlike aagthade.. Gothaaythaa?” (Guys, even I studied in Kannada medium schools. I learned to speak this good in English only after coming to Bangalore by practicing and practicing. So, you can also pickup your language if you seriously try! Got it?) Boys around us were smiling with amusement as if they have won lottery!

In the end, we assured her maximum support my company could offer to help the inhabitants. Ms. Sylvia invited Sandesh sir to conduct inspirational sessions to the boys on weekends and Sandesh sir aggressively agreed  for it.

We returned. On the way, I told to Sandesh sir that ‘it was one of the best smiles I have ever seen!’ 
 

‘Yes Buddy, she is not behind any fucking materialistic gains like others do. She sacrifices selfish-life and these children are her life!’ He continued with his plans to help Ms. Sylvia and the Organization and to initiate something by own toward the societal imbalances!

I told, ‘Seriously I wish if I could stay there for a day to sense the mother in her…!’

'Bad morning'

Impact of a slight rainfall in my city is worse than that of a deluge in my village! I left my office at 7pm, with my HOD to a faraway-nook of the city, Marathahalli for an advertising deed. We reached Marathahalli in an hour through terrific traffic knots. But, even before we start off the work, the black sky started to piss off on us!

My 'respected sir' ordered me to drop the preplanned official-schedule of the night and to get back to my bed soon and he went off to his house. After feeding myself from a spicy-fragrant restaurant, I too reached my house, situated on the 4th floor of an endearing building. The machine on my wrist showed 1.30am; out of all my 4 roommates, 3 were slept after their dinner and 4th guy named Mr. Mithun was talking erotically on phone. As soon as I enter the house, I asked him, 'why the hell didn’t you guys cleaned up the kitchen? It's completely messed up like shit...!" I asked with a polite smile.

He told me, 'Hey Boss, no water... Don’t simply jabber in the midnight... If you want to drink water, take this and leave some drops for me okay..?' I reached out the half-emptied bottle and asked, 'But... How can I take shower now? I'm too tired from long ride and work! My foot is already wet and it will reek badly if I remove my holy pair of sock, for sure I need couple of buckets of water... What do I do dude?!'

'Hold on a sec my doll...' He convinced and covered the bottom hole of his cell-phone and told me, "Ohhh... Fuck off you HR... Don't even think of all those..!'

'Oh lord! I'm not a dirty pig like you... I want to bathe’...! Well, did you inform the owner-aunt about this?’ I retorted.

'Well.... will inform tomorrow. Otherwise, that fuckin’ aunty will blast at us if we call now!'

I changed my dress, wore my night-dress. One of my roommates named Mr. Jobin had soaked his dirty dresses in one bucket in the morning and it is still there. I washed my foot with that soap fluid and rubbed with towel. I washed my face with around '2 gulps' of water and drunk a bit from the bottle.

No water to clean the toilet closet! So, I went down to road-side with Mithun to urinate and over to the bed thereafter.

Just before I close my eyes to the world of dreams, I texted to the Owner-aunt, "Gm,, I'm Ambi, ur PG inhabitnt.. Sory 2 distrb u n dis moning Anty.. V hd no wtr 2 drnk o 2 go toilt o 2 take bath whole nyt frm 9 nwrds! So, plz switch on pump as soon as u woke up n d morning.. n v r realy fed up of dis watr prob! Tanku aunty,,"

I dozed off abruptly, since the clime was very chilled, the blessed. But, I missed out something in the sleep without a bath!

I woke up in the morning by 7 from the noisy dressing-up procedures made by my roommate named Mr. Rajashelvam. From his body-words, I understood that, something is wrong. I checked out my inbox. A text sms from Owner Aunty. It says, "Ambi, g.mrng dpipe is cutoff somewhere near ur house, since y.terday, vnoticd now,ill repair and ondborewell,plz srry for d inconvenience!"

This sms REALLY woke me up! Rajashelvam had to go to his office at 7.15. I asked him, 'What about your bath? And, what about your basic activities like shaving, tooth brushing... Etc..?'

'There was a little water in the bottom of water bottle, I just freshened up the tips and sides of my important organs including..." and he applied all the possible body lotions available in the room across his body and also sprayed Axe and Park Avenue-good morning! He walked off decently as usual, Tamilnadu-style! 

I awakened Mithun, Firoz and Jobin. Firoz decided to challenge life even without a single drop of water and he too walked out after dressing up, Karnataka-style!

We kept opining different resolutions. 'We can go to our friend's room... uncle's quarters... ‘Pay and use’ Public toilet... Etc...”

Jobin told suddenly, 'Why can't we go to swimming pool? Mithun has been crying for this morning plan for a long time eh? Now the situation beckons... And, time to make a move....’

"Will there be any ladies in pool? Will there any gender wise separation-barricade in pool? And, will there be separate toilet and bathing area? And..." many questions came across under the sway of this idea.

We got ready quickly. All of us were in God's own national costume called 'Lunky'. We bagged towel, fresh under wear, soap, shaving set, a tiny pocket-mirror, brush and tooth powder. By 8.30, we started off in 2 bikes and we did reach the destination in 10 minutes. Mithun paid the amount and we entered the swimming association. There were a handful of gents and kids swimming and jumping and sitting ashore.

We removed our dress and appeared in shorts. We checked out that are there any toilets and bathrooms. There was an open-shower area. We went underneath and took a shower. There was an Indian toilet without door! It was only meant for urination. We brushed our tooth and got ashamed to apply foam on face and shave, so dropped the scheme of shaving.  
 

We spent a little while in the chlorine water. I and Jobin 'walked' in the shallow area of pool by holding hands together and inquired to the guard about the swimming learning classes. Mithun was the hero among all of us since he could keep his head submerged in water for more than 4 seconds, even though he doesn't know swimming.

Mithun showed me, petite air-bubbles coming out of water from his ‘effort’! We all contributed our share of 'salt and smell' to the pool and got back over to the 'land' and squeezed the dresses.

After all, we could reach the office on time. But, I was not at all happy. My hair smelt fowl. My stomach is not ‘formatted’. I didn't shave! I wore the same dress I wore last day! Because, I don't wanted to disgrace a fresh costume for being on the 'dirty me'!