The maximum books sells in America is "how to..." series. It can be anything, on any wired subject but there are always reader for all kind of "how to series". It remains top of the chart for a week or two and the author get enough money for his entire life. There are "how to" websites, articles even wikihowto...
I really got fascinated with the idea of this "how to..." series. You might not find a pulisher for your finest stories but there are always for your "how to..."
Here goes my first "how to..."
"How to go in an auto where you want to go in Bangalore"
Every morning my experience get richer while catching an auto for office. 5 out of 6 autowalas will not go the direction you want to go and if they don't agree they don't even talk, they will not even say no to you, just zipp off. So just wear a smile as if he is your best friend and ask which direction he is going. It works most of the time, that he changes his mind and do a favour to take you. So he become your friend till your reach your destination, never ask how much his meter is tampered, though you travel everyday and you know the exact fare. But they are so creative, you will always get a higher fare everyday. Talk to him, in personal level about his day to day affair, his experience, how much he drinks everyday, its not that he will charge exact fare when you reach but you will suffer less to see the jumping meter.
Its much easier if you are in Chennai, even if you are regular, they will quote an exorbitant fare (Like Delhi autowalas, they dnt ply by meter). And if you say its exorbitant, no other autowala will take you. So....approach an autoguy again with a smile and talk like you just came to have a chat with him (add some localised tone), casually, ask about the latest stories, then when he finishes, just tell him, his style of talking is just like Rajnikanth, and you are done, he will take you wherever you want in a much lesser exorbitant fare. But always remember if you don't know tamil, stick to english never ever use hindi. Even Rajnikanth can't save a hindi speaking guy in Chennai.
Wednesday, February 20, 2008
Are you listening
"Take control of my mind, body and soul". I whispered again. Holding a pen and paper. I called him again and again, alone in my small yellow room. I played this game before, for others, who travelled far. Are you listening, I have loosen my conscious, my logic, my existence. I am calling you for write on my behalf. Whatever untold. Whatever unheard.
What did you felt when you flung in the air almost 20 feet, did you able to remember your daugher for a sec, she must have kissed you to say goodnight. Or just nothing. How you realised its not you anymore. Its only you few minutes back. Wearing your favourite jeans and t. You wanted to have a tatoo. You wanted to have a nest. You wanted to see me in Bangalore. But you never wantd to see how it feels to kiss the asphalt. So what made you do so?
I'm expecting you, I'm just waiting to open the door so we can sit for a drink or two.
You stupid, always so unpredictable, you never said you are in a hurry to catch the flight. You didn't called up, you must have lost your mobile again or you made some good friend over there. Like always, sitting and planning for your new trip.
Listen I'm expecting you, I need to tell you few things, I just can't wait forever, I'm ready to open the door, take control of my body, mind and soul. I will meet you soon, we will sit for a drink or two. You always told me the stories of those mountain that i never visited, the birds I never saw, you never told me how are you doing over there. I need to know. Its been long I'm waiting to hear you.
What did you felt when you flung in the air almost 20 feet, did you able to remember your daugher for a sec, she must have kissed you to say goodnight. Or just nothing. How you realised its not you anymore. Its only you few minutes back. Wearing your favourite jeans and t. You wanted to have a tatoo. You wanted to have a nest. You wanted to see me in Bangalore. But you never wantd to see how it feels to kiss the asphalt. So what made you do so?
I'm expecting you, I'm just waiting to open the door so we can sit for a drink or two.
You stupid, always so unpredictable, you never said you are in a hurry to catch the flight. You didn't called up, you must have lost your mobile again or you made some good friend over there. Like always, sitting and planning for your new trip.
Listen I'm expecting you, I need to tell you few things, I just can't wait forever, I'm ready to open the door, take control of my body, mind and soul. I will meet you soon, we will sit for a drink or two. You always told me the stories of those mountain that i never visited, the birds I never saw, you never told me how are you doing over there. I need to know. Its been long I'm waiting to hear you.
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