12 Ways of Pretending to be Busy @ Work

My dear software janta, hope the following ways would be your life saver and god knows, it  can even get you great ratings in your appraisals. Probably you might already be doing them. Just get to know some ways that you might not have known all this while.

1. Make minesweeper or your gtalk window super small towards the corner of the screen and keep the mail from your manager super big. Switch between them.
2. Print out papers that might seem important and shuffle them often to show that you are actually referring some documents.
3. Walk to the vending machine and back to your desk. Walk to the vending machine back again and to your desk.
4. Organize your desk and keep your project papers, staplers, paper holders neatly arranged.
5. Have lunch/snacks at your desk to fool the people around that you are really busy to get up and leave your desk for lunch.
6. Keep a minimum of 16 tabs of firefox or chrome open. The desktop should contain at least 12 windows minimized with the word documents and excel sheets spread across your desktop.
7. Send yourself mails marked important  from different email accounts, so when other people notices your inbox, they may feel that you are into something really important for the project and lot of people need your expertise.
8. Open a word document and start typing whatever that comes to your mind from the first thing you did in the morning to whatever you are doing currently. Make sure that you never stop typing.
9. Keep folders full of papers next to you. Take some papers out, put them back. Keep juggling with the papers every 45 minutes.
10. Go towards the window and keep staring outside. Pretend that you are seriously thinking about the bug you just found and the ways to fix it.
11. Roll over a bunch of papers and walk with them always.
12. Actually do some work for which you are paid and feel happy that you at least have a job (unlike me ).

Eh, Yeah..I am as Young as 18!

There was I , standing in  a queue to visit the doctor. The summer heat has got on me and I suffered a cold and running a high temperature. Interestingly in summer due to heat I got cold. May be some “EM BI BI ES” can answer that. (that was a pathetic joke).Next to me was my aunt, more worried than me. I had the record of not visiting a doctor for nearly 3 years and I had to break it that day .Reason, my aunt. I can't blame her either, she is so caring.  

It was “Lake Side Hospital”, Ulsoor, Bengaluru. The scene was quite new to me ,being a son to a father who works in a manufacturing industry provided me with a lifestyle which is bound to a township with security guards at the entrance frisking outsiders and where everything is available within a walkable distance, be it from recreational club to the hospital or the general stores. The Medical Centre in the township is a bit more organized and importantly, the family of the employees get the treatment at a subsidized cost, that too  deducted from the employee’s salary.  As far as I remember , I haven’t waited in a queue to attend a doctor nor have I paid him for consultation from the pocket. 

Standing in a queue holding the token number “61” with a caption under it that reads as “Every human being is the author of his own health or disease”. Next to me was this little boy on a red T-shirt with his mother. He should probably be around 8-9 years of age. A typical boy whose eyes looked scared of hospital, injections and doctor. I tried to start a conversation with him, by asking his name. He felt shy and leaned on his mother’s shoulders hiding his face. I did not give up, I held his arm and asked for his name again. ‘Aryan’, he said in a feeble voice and stood up and left to see the doctor. A series of incidents that flashed my mind that instant, when I used to be a little boy I used to cry , roll down the floor to make my parents not to take me to the hospital.My mother used to intimidate me , beg me and trick me to make me swallow the more bitter than bitter gourd tablets.I had , eh still have, the fear of blood, hospital smell and the medicines. I just don’t show them on my face now.

Then came Aryan with a big smile.Reason, the doctor had prescribed him just tonics , no tablets and no injections. The scare in his eyes was off, but still he felt shy to look at me.

“Say bye to Uncle, Aryan” said his mother. 

I was taken aback, me ?..Uncle..?! WTF!..Now I regret for not being regular to my gym sessions. I was crying inside, “I don’t deserve this”. I was clouded with thoughts that made my head go round and round. “Do I look that old?”, “Have I reached that stage to be categorized as Uncle”,”May be I should accept it”, “No, I don’t want to look old”, “God, I swear I will hit the gym regularly, keep me young, I will do whatever it takes.”, I took an oath  “When I am 36, I should feel as young , more importantly appear as young in the lines of Sachin Tendulkar, John Abr aham” , “Should I go in search of beauty creams that claims to keep the skin young?, No I would rather go the natural way”. I remembered a friend of mine when he had tied the nuptial knot I started mocking him as “Uncle” on the photos he had posted in Facebook.( I consider married men , Uncle :P.) I can now realize how he would have felt bad inside for being chided as on oldie.(I can see him laughing reading the post). I had to bear the  what-you-sow-is-what-you-reap effect.

“Arvind! Arvind!” shouted the hospital warden.He had a very base tone, a voice that doesn’t require a mic to address a gathering in a town hall. "You're next",he said. I was sweating badly already and  I started feeling cold. I was not yet out of the rude shock that had left me gasping for breath.

As I entered the room, I was subjected to the sweetest compliment ever. The doctor was a lady and her very first question was not, “What is your problem dear?” , instead it was “What is your age?” My initial reaction was “Eh! not again, enough for today, one embarrassment a day , keeps my mood away”. Hesi tantly I replied, “2*”.  “Ok, I thought you were less than 18 and I was about to redirect you to the Pediatrics , as I treat only adults”  said the doctor. A little more confusion cropped up , “Is she mocking me?”. But her facial expressions , read that she had actually meant what she said.

BANG! I was pepped up, motivated and jumping inside, upside down. My aunt, next to me was on the floor literally , laughing at me. Just that my aunt knows me and my age personally , she found it difficult to convince herself that I looked like an 18 and found it as a joke to digest the truth. The doctor held my hand to check my pulse, it was already thumping at god speed. My temperature had fallen drastically , I felt so chilled like a fresh vegetable out of the refrigerator.She still treated me like a teenager and prescribed medicines leaving out the injections.

 

Growing old physically is a fact that is inevitable. It is hard for one’s ego to accept it when others recognize it before you actually realize it. Moreover , not only beauty that lies on the eyes of the beholder , but also being/looking young as well.

So, I pity the boy’s mother for her poor vision on which I appeared older than what I am :P.

Final Home Coming

This day, Last year....April 12, 2009.

A day that I would remember even in my death bed. Yes, I was to leave a place that was literally considered myself where I belong to. 22 years, A Golden Period.

This place has seen my childhood through my adolescence to adulthood. Enjoying most of the luxury, which I didn't realize then, that I was so lucky to just be there. The biggest gated-community I have ever seen. Open Air-Theater, School at a distance which is not even a kilometer away,Cricket Ground, Swimming Pool to chill out, Officers' Club, Gymkhana, Shuttle Badminton, Beach on the sides of the Port, occasional ammonia leakage from Dad's company which I can still smell under my nose, chemical dust heaps, Cycle Puncture Stand, Generator Shed and much more things that cannot be sufficed with mere adjectives. It was a place full of life abuzz with joy.

I lived like a King with my own boundary defined. But that fine day, came when I have to leave back everything that this wondrous home, no, I would call it heaven, had given me. A sapling can be moved, planted anywhere, but a tree can't be.Why should not life have a rewind button.

Above all these bonding to the place, it was the friends I made since childhood was the terrible part to leave behind. But life has to move on. Relationships are tested when we part ways. Happy that we stay in touch with the whichever way possible. Many thanks to social networking sites and instant messaging service providers.

65kmph+ was the speed with which I usually I drive. My heart did not have the strength to rev the car's engine more than 40kmph. Dumping everything into the car, was crawling out the gates on the way to the airport. A chapter of my life that had a very abrupt ending.

The place is now facing its doom , due to wretched management of the industries. People there are finding means to switch over. It is really hurting to see a place where I grew up being ripped apart from all sides.

Some Truths are better when unsaid..

If Bodhi tree was where Buddha got his enlightenment, it is my couch where I think of the most freakiest things. So here it is, my compilation of certain truths left unsaid(I feel so). Ok let me start....

Before that, I was in sanity while writing this.(Pun Intended). I don't like preaching values and even to force my views on others.

Disclaimer: If you feel , that any of the truths below contradicts you or your opinions let us dwell upon that and come to a conclusion.


1. Growing as a boy, everybody around seems to be good and nice.

2. A boy and a girl can't be just friends unless the girl is unattractive.

3. They say charity begins at home. Not just that selfishness too starts from there.

4. Any deed, be it any situation,the first thing that pops up in one's mind is "What can I get out for myself from this?"

5. The whole perception of life is based on confusion at every stage of life.

6. The value of anything is felt , when it is not easily attainable.

7. Love , In high school- just attraction, In Graduate School - Influence of class movies centered around the "IT".

8. At difficult times, even GOD is seemed to be one-sided and we ask "God, why me?"

9. Truly no girl can be as beautiful as one's lovely Mom.

10. "Don't" is what makes one push at many a times to do "the-don't" one time atleast.

11. When do we inspire people,not just for their actions. It is when we dream like being/living like them.

12. Heart is sensitive, but brain is sensible. Let me make it more clear, heart falls for things/persons but brain anticipates the aftermath of the fall.

13. Critic, always present within, pops out most of the time due to jealousy.

14. Whatever be the genre, there is always a song that has already been composed by A.R.Rahman.

15. Now-a-days , the difficult question to answer is " When was the last time I have been myself? ". Because in the name of transformation , we have to wear a lot number of masks for the sake of the society, workplace rather to maintain the personality.

16. Justice delayed is Justice denied. It is not just that, "Delay in proposing a girl most of the time ends up in being denied". The more the time you take to propose a girl is proportional to square of the possibilty she being commited to the one other. It is more haunting, when the one other becomes your friend..(Pun Intended).

17. The essentiality of anything is realized, only after it goes out of hand.

18. Life as progresses limits the choices available.

19. Being perfect and expecting others to be likewise are mutually exclusive, they don't go hand-in-hand.

20. Most of the time, what we want remains a puzzle.(Atleast stands true with me)

21. Apologizing - takes a lot of strength and courage.

22. "Only I know" attitude is start of the one's doom.

23. The one best lesson life is learnt only when betrayed and get kicked on the butt.

24. "I have had enough" does not apply to money,material possessions and desires.(Leave out the Godmen for God's sake.)

25. Last but not the least, Write a blog and you feel like you are preaching the world..lol..

2009 , Join My Journey with Me

I know it's a bit late to recap on my 2009..But still, here I go..

It was not a partying sort of a start that I had this time. I kept it so simple, rather it happened itself and I had no choice. I was alone at home, the first of its kind I have ever had. It was quite cool, I would say. I was browsing through TV channels recapping the year that was/wasn't.Whatever.

As usual I jotted down on my dos and don'ts for the year.Yes, resolutions. This time I was a little serious, I don't know why but.Also this time the so-called resolutions were a quite a lot in number.Not divulging much on my resolution-list, the one resolution I am keeping up till date, is hitting the gym three times a week. Yes, the six-packs fever. Truly, that was not my motive but to feel and look young.

So content to the post, let me take you through my 2009 , A year that was/wasn't.

January :
The repercussions of the recession was still on and still I was there with no idea about that.There came the Pongal and I flew down to Tuticorin for the first time.Had a good time with friends. Dad warned me about that this could be my last trip here, since he was planning for a shift over, which I thought would never happen.So flying back again to Hyderabad, I found that my office was moved out from Ascendas IT Park to CA's own building in Gachibowli. My reaction to this was a kinda mixed. I would miss some good food(choice of having a variety amidst the crappy food) and girls of course. The happy part was I could stay close and be updated on the happenings in my own corporate.

February :
Settling down on the new workplace, I found that fanfare here in this place was quite missing or low.So moving on there was not much to update on this month except trip to aunt's place in Bangalore.

March :
The month I was waiting for.Yeah I was eying to own the "Lord of the Streets" for myself.I can still remember the date. March 6, was when it was delivered.Dad's words to me before, he made them true.He resigned from his office, he got a much better pay/designation in Sanmar Chemplast, Mettur. Also there were some shocking moments which I am not supposed to reveal here.

April :
So there I was planning to make a visit Tuticorin for the one last time, as a resident of TAC Pvt Ltd. More than 4 GB of photographs taken so that I don't miss much of my memories out there.April 12, Tuticorin Airport. Adieu to a place that gave me everything since childhood. Then, there was me back at my desk staring at my monitor. The flashing of my past days in TAC, was frequenting me more often.

May :
Keeping aside everything, I was into some serious stuff at work.For a period I even forgot my home.Mom said that the new place is cool and that I would surely like it. I wasn't much bothered about that. Software job was catching up on me, which I never realized that time.

June-July :
Bugs, Issues, Errors, Fix it. The words that I heard a lot in this period.The QA cycles were on. There were demands for some weekend-working as well. But I didn't complain since I have not much to do other than this.Amidst these, a trip to Delhi was on the cards with a school-time friend. I was game for it as I had to catch up with some oxygen from outside as well. Dates finalized, tickets booked and everything set.

August :
Aug 15,I made my first trip to my new found home in Mettur, owing to a lot of

compulsion from Mom. I was thrilled. A place close to nature, famous Mettur Dam which can be seen even from the terrace of my new home. I was convincing myself, that
here is where I have to come to visit my Dad for the next eight years until he retires.Moving back to Hyderabad, last week of the month, The Kuwait buddy,Aswin(good-old school friend) and me where ready take-off to Delhi from RGIA.The next two-three days was ultimate fun in Murali's apartment, Gurgaon. Carefree room-mates,b'day bash,late-night boozing(Promise, I just had a breezer),Agra fort,Taj Mahal, Delhi metro-train, North-Indian Girls, India Gate, Andhra Bhavan Biriyani. It was a long time since I freaked out that much.

September :
Touched-down Hyderabad, back again with the bugs, after a chill out. Again job was getting onto me. Adding insult to the injury, laptop motherboard crashed just weeks before its second anniversary.Frustrated, confused as getting it repaired just pulled the s*** out of me.

October-November :
No laptop, just TV when I get back home. I was trying my hand at different things. Reading, a habit that I haven't developed since long. Chetan Bhagat's "5 Point Someone", "2 States" at a stretch.In the motive to regain back my looks, underwent laser surgery.It was quite a experience.No local anesthesia, first time operation theatre, hardly 10 minutes that took. Then there was me saying "Good bye to the spectacles that presented me as whizz guy for nearly 2 years".Thanks to the doctor, who handled me with much care. Switching Back, Hyderabad-Sweet Surprise, one more good-old school friend, Vignesh. He moved in with me as he got himself posted here after some tiresome training.

December :
Days moved as I was introducing Vignesh to the city. Lumbini Park, Speed Boat ride, Hyd Central, GVK One, City Centre. I took him to the most happening places. Long time pending treat of his for no reason at "Water Front".Ambassamudram, Grandpa's place-A trip was planned at the end of the month.Flew down(I know this is too much for me to fly again with alternatives around) to Bangalore and a road trip to Ambas, the first of its kind. Aunt's Swift(sure it was swifter), long drive with sooting songs(obvious, its ARR's) and it was fun. Drove down to Tuticorin, but this time as a guest to my own place. The feeling was quite odd. Moreover gone are the days where everything around there was happy, it was losing its effulgence. TAC was lingering down the lane of being locked-out. Thanks to some swift actions from certain politicians, that the place atleast still remains for me to pay a visit. Passed through the home where I lived, it was just a house now still left vacant. The visit that is incomplete without a ride to the beach with friends , once a hotshots for people like us to hang out. But still I find it difficult to see the gloom that is slowly getting down to the skin of a place that literally remains the root to me.Dec 31st night, this time in Ambas' with Grandpa. After years, the new year dawn I celebrated with him.

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2009 Signed Off...
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A year that can be marked as one another turning point in my journey called life.Hope I didn't bore you off too much.Stepping into "2010". But this time, I made sure "no resolutions" and to be spontaneous.

Not-so-sure Girls...!!!

When I was thinking over this topic, I knew what I was writing about. But then, when I wrote it all, I wasn’t sure!

You can’t be!

When you are thinking about a girl, you are never sure!! Well, ‘thinking’ is just one thing.

You are not sure even when you write,talk, listen, read, drink, eat, watch,breathe etc about girls.

Oh! Oh! I’m even not sure about how to do half of the things I mentioned above.!!

But then, as boys are, I tried to be sure. So, I tried to do some ‘research’. I wonder if all the boys do it but I am sure that they all will agree on this.

I got to know that, it’s not only the boys who are not sure about girls. Instead, the reasearch in itself gave me a reason. The conclusion of the research was very funny but, as a matter of fact, is true.

Let me be SURE about this that i’m not accusing anyone here.
It is what it is!!!

And the other person not sure about a girl is, off course,without doubt, the girl herself..!! :O

Want some proof!! I got it for you.

* You want a guy to be serious for you, if at all, but when a guy happens to be, he is IGNORED.

* And if you say you are the other type, why then when a guy flirts or tries to flirt, you go ‘ eeeEEEWWWWW!! How cheap..!!’

* Keep on cursing the boys. ‘Boys are this,boys are that and all of them are the same.’But then why always end up dating a guy?This above fact might not be true for the dating thing, but for sure every girl starts liking a guy one day..!
Or may be not…
You know what I mean..?

* Confused, if someone asks something. I mean when it is not thought of.Lets take an example. And this is a real life example, not including me.

‘Hey Riya! I needed to talk.’

‘Yeah Rahul. Say it.’

‘Well,umm…I love you.’

‘Oh!’ Now what to say? :O

After few seconds of being in a shock and not even thinking about what to say,she opens up again.

‘I…I’msorry Rahul,but I never thought about you like that.’ So think!!When do you really do that??!!??

After some time, when the boy is ignored for a few days, the girls actually realizes the truth. She actually doesn’t like ignoring him! But , instead, she likes him!
So, she finds a suitable situation, she finally talks to him.

‘ HEy Rahul?’

‘ I wonder if I should say this or not….’ still not sure..? ‘…but, I wanted to tell this to you.’

‘yes Riya…go on.’

‘Ilove you too.’

But you may still say, “It was a happy ending afterall.”

Well, yes. But life would be a little less miserable for everyone,if you be sure.
I say everyone, because even boys would feel better.

To say the least, it’s not unknown, that boys have a tendency to think about girls. Yes , we think about you, but we are sure about what we are thinking about you, what our feelings are, but not about what you think.

And to end it, as every girl realizes in the end(I suppose!), not every guy is same as no girl is..!

Ode to "Not-So-Nice Spirit"

I'm in this dark hole now. It's pretty though. It's the prettiest thing in my world right now. No light. Just sheer darkness and me. It's all good. Something keeps me wanting to live amidst all the chaos, all this death. No noise. No light. No clutter. No racing. No tears. No smiles. No one to let you down. No one to give you glory. No friends, therefore no enemies. Life in it's purest form, sitting right beside me, saying nothing, doing nothing...just being itself giving me silent glances, yet not beckoning me to do anything. Life and me, staring at the walls. No need to cry. No need to ask. No need to validate my thoughts. Not the faintest need to be acknowledged either. Not the smallest want to be wanted. I'm quite content with my beliefs that they need to be neither approved nor validated. I don't need your salutations either for they don't do anything to me anymore. I'm on the most content road ever. Im back in my mother's womb. I'm fresh and unaffected. Humans are programmed to receive. But in that reception lives a huge lie. A giant fake. A humungous disappointment. Cos nothing is really forever. Nothing can be kept with you unless it's given to you by YOU. Everything else is temporary. People, friends, words, promises, gifts, bonds...everything is nothing. They will all be consumed by Time and Nature some day. Is there something that won't be swallowed by Time? Is there something that won't be forsaken by a mere plethora of Expectations? The sense of peace I feel right now is surreal. One I never felt before. A territory I dared not tread before. It's amazing. I no longer suffer from the need to make or have friends. I'm quite 'blissed' out here. No one knows what they are here for, or the wheres or whys. No one cares what you have to say. There are echoes from a distant past, and I see lips moving...but nothing can really be heard in this dark hole. And it's good. I have forgotten to smile but I have forgotten to cry too. I don't remember your name but I remember your face. In this nothingness lies a real sense of peace. Once you're broken beyond repair, that's when you realise your full potential, your purest form, yourself. Until you're 'broken' you will never really know what it is to live without others...you will never really learn to live as 'you'. I'm somewhere between life and death, but I'm not with you. In utero I shall remain.
- An ode to my broken spirit

My Best is My Friend

We once were and now that remains with me are the pieces of broken us.


I have had friends all through my life, who are different in their own ways of making me feel good and standing by me through my bad times.But nothing is forever. A day would come when my priorities change and so does theirs. But I was very late in understanding the concept of Nothing lasts ever.We even introduce the persons whom we had a chat in the coffee table as "My Friend". Still knowing the fact they don't belong to us, then why say my/mine.

Nobody can be at their best in a relationship.I take this post to thank every friend of mine,for the very vital role they have played in shaping up my character, life and giving me the warmth of friendship.We may had certain misinterpretations, misconceptions upon things and I have left them behind and I hope so do you. Let's relish friendship..

I want my own dream, so bad I am gonna scream...

The day a door is closed, echoes fill the soul.It won't say which way to go.Just trust the heart.To find what's in the store for us, open another door.It's just so hard.I am not sure anymore.

Voices in my head, tell me they know the best, got me on the edge.They are pushing pushing, so bad that I'm gonna fall.I know that they have got a plan, but the ball's in my hands.I have got a plan.This time it's man to man.I am driving, fighting inside a doom.

A world that's upside down and spinning faster.What do I do now?I don't know where to go? What's the right thing.I want my own dream , so bad that I am gonna scream.I can't choose so confused.What's it all mean?
I am kicking down the walls.I've got to make them all.Just break through them.I'm punching crashing. I'm gonna fight to find myself.Me and no one else. Which way I can't tell, I am searching searching...

Can't find the way that I should turn, I should turn right or left?It's like nothing is working.I don't know where to go, what's the right thing.I can't choose , so confused.What's it all mean.Yeah the clock is running down.I'm consumed by confusion.

Have a Coffee, Nalla Yosi...!!

Before I begin, non-Tamils, never mind translating the title of the post....

The thing I consider the most refreshing when alone, is my jaywalk.Jaywalk accompanied with the weirdest thoughts is a habit of mine which I developed(say discovered) quiet recently.On one such fine walk along the roadside from a super-market to my flats,the idle mind started freaking with a strange thought "What if I leave my desperate feel towards girls for a day.
C'mon why should I ,it's not that isn't the right age, if not now then when",I was trying to defend my desperation. Thoughts of such kind or much worse were striking my head all through the way to home. But that particular query was stinging me like anything.I thought why should I not give a try to curb my instant feelings that protrude on seeing beautiful these girls(gujilis)

The D'day I decided not to eye any girl by any means, avoid my deep sighs when I see any cute girls with their boyfriends and even control my eyeballs rolling in search of gujilis in cafeteria. Believe me to eye a girl without her or others noticing is more difficult than practising meditation Desperate, that's the fascination which keeps us running towards desire. That day was awe-strucking starting with a flier, I was fresh from bed as early as 6 am, a resolution I managed so late to keep it up.To my surprise even my newspaper was earlier than me at my doorstep.After gazing through the newspaper, I hit my shower straight up. I felt fresh which I haven't felt the same way since long time. I peeped through my balcony to see people abuzz with their routine activities.My heart was all pumped-up to have a day without any thoughts on the opposite sex. In my "Lord of the Streets" I roared through the streets towards my office.
And the next 60 minutes was at gym in office shedding out quite a few calories.I haven't even thought of noticing the girls gymming there.Then , finally I was at my desk 9.30 am sharp.
I was fully into my coding stuff, with my mind as blank as it could be, finishing off a piece of code, that I kept postponing thinking it difficult.Then was the lunch at cafeteria with my team. We were talking about topics ranging from changing the caterer to the speech by Barrack Obama on Outsourcing.Of course there were talks about the passing by female colleagues,in which I refrained myself from indulging.But obviously I was listening to their comments.The afternoons which are presumably dull, was exciting that day since I was knocking down by code bugs, just like that.Then it was about late to start home.Hold on, I recapped the day, the one thing that was dominating the whole day was that I felt felicitous and improved concentration. The conclusion cannot be so precise that girls were not the only factor of my distraction.But I can say for sure they constitute a major part in it.

Reaching home, on my couch I was having some deep thoughts.Why is that boys always go back of girls. Of course opposite attracts.But the reason for this attraction seems non-trivial which cannot be explained. On a random day , random situation that makes up to meet up with a girl.The instincts says she is the one.The next thing the guy ends up asking is that "Are you in Orkut".Adding her into the list of friends, waiting for her to come online.When seeing the green besides her name on the chat list, commences the chat with "Hi , Howz u?". It would not have been more than a couple of hours since they last met.Then continues the useless discussion on something that comes to the mind ranging from the dinner ate to the gossips doing the rounds presently.Always going to places where there is a chance of seeing her, trying to run in to her and pretend that it was accidental, wearing nice dresses and try to look good on the days when there is a high probability of meeting her.This drags into taking her phone number and start calling her every day speaking crap for hours on the phone.I was wondering why the service providers put up a lot of offers that benefits the young.The answer which I almost figured out.What really amuses me is that usually on the phone I run out of topics after a max of 15 mins with my Mom or even with my close friends, how come they speak for hours.What do they speak about, hmmm...politics?improving nations economy?restructuring India's infrastructure?Damn, more weird thoughts creep into my mind.
Some try to show-off that they are smart and some have this weird belief that girls consider stupid guys as cute. Intelligence to innocence, being introvert to extrovert, being classy to messy, strong to weak ...anything and everything, every guy has own strategy. I don't know who came up with this quote "Everything is fair in love and war", he (not she) must probably have been one of them. I don't know why guys fail to understand that girls are smart enough to understand all these and why would not they? Even before they realize that they are "girls", guys start hitting on them, one after the other, day and night, not allowing them even to breathe properly.

After reading till here some of you might be in dilemma whether you are really desperate or not. It's very easy to come to a conclusion. Take a paper and answer the following questions in Yes or No

1. Whenever you see a girl walking on the road ahead of you, Do you increase your walking speed, walk past her and then turn back to see her face?

2. Do you become very conscious about what you are talking, when you are around with girls?

3. Do you try to be cool or someone else in order to impress girls?

4. Do you think staying clam or moody when in a group makes the girl think about you?5. You ask a girl to join you for lunch or coffee; do you think a YES from other side is an indication that she is interested in you?

6. Do you keep staring at girls?

7. Are you ready to date a girl even if she is around with someone else as well?

8. Is "Girls" the main topic of all your discussions with your friends?


If you find even a single "YES" in the paper then YOU ARE DESPERATE. Be a man, accept it.

Now the real question "What not to do when you are desperate about having a girl friend?"Did you actually believe that I would come up with some solution or tips? Had I known it, would I be still single?

The rule is simple, "No one in this world cares for a thing that is easily gettable" and FYI girls are never worried about finding a guy and why do they have to? Did you ever come across a girl who never had a BF or never been proposed by a guy? If yes, then that's a miracle, you met a rare species or an extinct one in this world.

We know that we are the ones who make the girls realize that they are important, treat them as if they are precious, tell them that they are beautiful and show that they are in demand. We buy them gifts, spend all the money we have, do their work, roam around with them all the time, carry their stuff and in the end what do we get in return? a few thanks and an offer to be a good friend. Do we need all this? If 1/1000 th of the time wasted on a girl is spent on a guy you will find a friend for a lifetime. Just play some game together or watch a movie, give him a cigarette or buy him a drink and that is it. Realize that spending a night with your friends drinking till everyone pukes, having a hangover throughout the next day is more fun than spending the same night with your girl in a pub buying her drinks, talking crap, listening crap, making some crap moves..... What ever.

I dream of a day when guys are in demand and girls start worrying about finding a guy. I hope the day comes soon.

P.S.: To the girls: If you think that some guy is crazy about you and trying hard to impress you, please tell him immediately if you are not interested.