Outpressions

  It has now been more than a month at work. I was no newer, but the situation around me dint seem any better. I was still a nobody. I was too dynamic and zestful to find myself trying to fit in between an unfriendly crowd on a slow moving bullock cart with an old lumbering ox trying to lead me to an uncertain destination. The thought of others enjoying their roller-coaster journey had made myself feel diminutive and made me repent on my choices that led to this fate. Though sometimes it made me think, perhaps they were in a bullock cart ride too, though they seemed to enjoy doing nothing and slow phased lethargic life. Maybe with better amiable associates in the voyage seemed to be appreciable from their end. They seemed contented with the luck they were bestowed upon, while for me, my journey seemed too melancholic a disposition to be more than tedious. My luncheons were deserted like nothing before, my lunch mates were moved on to other office building some meters away and those...

 What would you think be your reaction when your college days suddenly came to end and you find yourself in your office seat? Though it was not so easy as it would sound in the previous line, I was destined to move out of my hometown (though it was a major metro city by itself) to another city of an unfamiliar language and go through a brief training period of two and half months. I will later tell you about my induction and training days, if I would begin from the start it would take an eternity for you to read this blog and a lifetime for me to compose it. After our successful training period, we were asked to arrive straight to office hall after our breakfast. We had our customary breakfast in the office canteen. I had made several friends during my training days, they have become my breakfast-lunch companions. After the breakfast, it was now our mission to find our way to hall location to amalgamate with our destiny. We know that expecting a training companion as a team member ...

It has not been a day since we moved to our new house, I noticed him strolling aimlessly around gasping my attention. Though I noticed his presence, I acted as though I didn't care about him a inch. He looked at me surprisingly ,probably noting that I was new there.He came near me took a look , smelled me and carried on without a word. I hoped he would initiate a conversation at least if not a welcome , I expected a "hi, hello" or something like that. Within seconds he vanished after a cold look. I don't know his name, I know I wouldn't get any reply from him either. There were no one around to ask his name either. He wasn't handsome or groomed well. But was charming for his kind. Hence I nicknamed him whitey. Each time from our first direct encounter, he grabbed my attention when I took a casual glance from my balcony veranda. Soon I discovered many in my neighborhood allured him and maintained good relationships with him by providing food. Some feared f...

"It was not Velu's fault to have not told us about his past " told Sindhu aunty to my mother.  " Of course it is not something that he could gloat or brag over" she continued.  My mother stood on our doorstep nodding off her head to emphasize that she paid heed to the slant news brought up by Sindhu aunty this morning. My mother considers it morbid to interfere or encourage gossips of any such kind. She never encouraged any judgemental speculation about anyone especially the ones that have passed many ears and retold many times by many curious creatures.  Though my mother was apathetic about such issues, Sindhu aunty and Vijaya seemed to be resolute about it and went on interminating and chatting incessantly. I too, never was so inquisitive about the gossip, whenever such people occupied the pyrol I went into the bedroom and continued with my business or whenever I dint have one I acted as if I was busily indulging with some household chore. When Vija...

It so happened that once it was Raju's destiny to have lived in a house in a community living  owned by his father Ramamurthy. He had been living under the same room ever since the initial days of his recollection would date back to. Every morning Kamala would wake Raju up, he would refresh himself with a boost or bournvita post which he would be insisted to take a quick bath with the warm water his father has steamed it for him at the temperature suitable to a kid's body. Every after this epic burden of events of his daily chores , Raju would come out of the washroom  with the towel wrapped around his waist  ready to take up the position under the running fan drying his wet body. This was the favourite moment of his life which would make him forget  certain situations like the worst  encounter with his teachers, getting punished for not doing the homework and getting  duck out in cricket   which he considered as the biggest problems and tragedy of h...

When the news about the re-telecast of the epics Ramayana and Mahabharata reached the Ranga's ears, Ranga could not help but recollect the memories of past when the epics were first telecast in Doordarshan as serials. The promotions and marketing of the serial was unimaginably magnificent for the financial sector those days. Big banners and cutouts  were installed near the town theaters for the promotion. No other serial received such a splendid welcome in those days.There was a lot of expectations for the serial to begin.The buzz around Ranga's friends group was nothing less, they too were eagerly awaiting for the serial to begin , deciding on whose house they need to turn up to watch the mega serial.  Those days owning television was a dream come true, not every household could afford it. The story of it was not some thing new, he had heard it numerous times from the discourse when his grand mother(paati) forcefully compelled him to accompany her for Katha Kalakshebams. ...