There lived a rabbit in the middle of the dense forest of Satpura Range somewhere in Uttarakhand. He had burrowed one tiny long burrow under the lush green canopy of Deodar tree. His cute bunny head protruding out from that cutely located burrow is sure the fantasy shot of any photographer. His daily affair was to make to and fro visit from his tunnel. He would peer out from his burrow, and on slight sudden noise would vanish again into his burrow. He carefully would venture out from the burrow when he need to graze to feed his little belly. He would be hoping on the green grass field, cutting the grass blades with his little teeths, and in between would stop to wipe his mouth with his hands. But in he jungle he was not alone. There were foxes, jackals all kind of animals. The foxes were accustomed to this little bunny visit in the area. But they hardly tried to chase him for hunt, or they had tried many times and were outrun by the rabbit, and now they have got used to the rabbit presence. But besides foxes, there was a loin in the same forest who has grown old quite evident from his sluggish walk. In the same area he would be found dozing all the day. And in night he would venture for hunt, and if lucky might find some gullible animal to prey on. There was this peculiar thing about this lion, he would never roar and his countenances were never frightening. Infact his eyes depict certain kind of pity. The rabbit initially would charge himself to his burrow on seeing the lion, but later he realised that the lion is not making any move. Rather he just has his head drooled on the ground and his eyeballs moving to see the running rabbit. In time the rabbit get used to it, and he no longer would run on seeing him. One fine day, it was lovely weather, cool breeze blowing. The rabbit who was inside the burrow could not resist to come out and enjoy his hopping stroll. As he peered out the burrow, he saw the lion at the other end sitting idly, eyes half closed. The rabbit felt all pity inside him for the old lion, thinking he was dying. He thought might his little hopping around him he would energize the lion and make him feel happy. So with little hopping he steadily went infront of lion. He would graze the grass near him, show his hopping dance going all around the loin. Suddenly lion make some sullen noise as if woken from sleep. The rabbit did not feared, he continued. In a sudden movement lion moved his hand and grabbed the rabbit by his neck piercing the thick claws around the neck. In a jiffy the little life came to a halt.
Its always rainy in Bangalore
What is so special about Bangalore apart from being called as the IT-hub city of India. From the last decades or so, the IT worm has been proliferating into every nook and corner of it. And all the conditions seems so ideal for its growth. A more so pleasant weather through out the year. The weather is definitely the odd characteristics of it separating from other contemporary cities. My summers were never so pleasant like these before, after spending some 4 years in Hyderabad and given the scorching heat that prevails in northern plain during summers. Ever heard the term “office-rain”. It was coined in Bangalore only and I guess relevant here only. You head out for office in morning in an apparently clear sky morning. And as you hurry for home in evening, the rain god wishes to wet you after all the toils you supposedly did in office. It rains haphazardly, starting with a little drizzling and so soon accelerate to the heavy shower and keep on switching the momentum in between. You don’t really complain – oh, not again!. When the rain take a little treacherous break, you will feel to go out of your cubicle world and have a coffee or tea, and take a stroll in your IT park lawn. Its a lovely sight in all respect. But just tolerate the ordeal you have to go through traffic clogged roads before reaching home. Rest you will always behold this Bangalore beauty.A local friend of mine who is in Bangalore since birth, told me that Bangalore was like a hill station years back. All this IT explosion has brought ‘local warming’ in here and year by year the characteristic weather is loosing its charm.
Munnabhai Studying IT
They rejected me saying I am MSIT - Munnabhai Studying IT and not Master of Science in IT.
PS : No offences meant. Take it as a dose of humor
An Exaggerated Conversation
It happens often in a conversation that people tend to exaggerate things for the intended effect of making the conservation more interesting and intriguing. But often we convey wrong information and facts while narrating our experiences. Nevertheless it helps to keep the listeners ear open to your conversation. My friend does it when he recounts his tale of encounter with ghost or some strange incidents. He is gifted with such a good conversing talent that it will keep you intrigued through out the conversation. And I don’t mind him blowing the facts out of proportion, be it saying a chit-chat with a celebrity when actually he meant a beholding sight from far. Another friend of mine is in a bad habit of exaggeration while praising people. Show some smart act before him this man will pours all metaphors of admiration in your legacy. Got good marks, this man will compare you with Einstein. And yeah, he always comments you on your appearance- Wow! Looking sexy…..damn handsome.
I was watching TV at home during holidays. And I was thinking are we so information hungry that so many news channels have evolved. To make news more interesting and in order to prompt the viewer to stay on their channel, they exaggerate the things. News has become so scarce that any worthless happening around is read out. Be it the finding of a Sai Baba idol in a house yard which was touted as “Sai Baba ne diye saakchat darshan.” And it runs for hours and hours. Their way of presentation is indeed attractive – “ekdum filmi ishtyle.” As if the news is read out as dialogues from an old Hindi movie and that too in Dhramendra style. There is no limit to exaggeration. The news of wardrobe malfunction, where a model was rendered almost topless. The news channel did an in-depth research on the malfunction. They showed the slow motion of the catwalk and a slow slow motion when the wardrobe strayed off from her breast. A more clear look – rewind, play, rewind, play. And this was shown the whole day. The model would not have been that much embarrassed at the time of malfunction as much when it was shown on TV in that manner…. Turn Off.
