Me and My Watch

I remember my first watch at 4th standard was the one which Shylakka (cousin sister) gave me after her marriage as it was not working. Appa got it fixed and I had worn it for a year. I still don’t remember how I lost it.

Then, my Ajji (grandma) bought me a watch from her Kashi-yatra. I remember her, telling that it was worth Rs 50. I was so over joyed to see a brand new watch, that the moment she gave it to me, I put it on and went to play cricket. Within just 10 minutes of me wearing it, I attempted to take a catch and broke the watch. I was very very sad that day and so was my Ajji. This was in my 6th standard of schooling.

Then, in my 8th standard, when I went to Calcutta, Vishi mama (my uncle), gave me a watch which was given to him by his company on the occassion of Diwali. It was a nice watch with a neat design. It had a silver dail inside it and had a silver strap. The problem with the watch was that the strap was almost cut and within the next one or two times of wearing, it would become two pieces. Vishi mama gave it to me with the instructions to change the strap and use it. I just loved the watch. A simple and classic design. After the strap was cut, I requested my father to change it, but as it was still wearable, my dad didn’t bother to replace it.

Then again the next year, Vishi mama gave me his Amona watch, which had both an Analog dail and a digital dail. That was like the BIG-BROTHER of all watches with its huge dial, big strap and the whole watch weighed over 100 Gms! Wow! From no watch for a long time, now I had two with me!! I remember one my school teachers telling me to drill a nail in to the wall and hang my watch onto it so that all the people in the class can see time. Believe me, it was REALLY BIG at that time, and the envy of all watch owners ( Especially boys).

The journey with the Silver Dail watch was only for two brief years, as some Lorry cleaner stole it from the room where I used to study in Ajji mane (grandma’s home). Shit! I lost it. Again I felt sad for my carelessness. But this time I had one more BIG watch with me. I really really loved that watch. It was like the Crown Prince among all my accessories. And it had been the companion in my journey for a long time. As far as I can remember, I had worn it for the first time in January 1998 (That was only for One day though when Vishi mama had visited Bhadravathi) and then almost continuosly from December 1999 till the completion of my Engineering in June 2007. That is 9 long years.

I remember elders telling me that once you buy a watch, ( Then HMT ) it will come with you throughout your life. It’s a life long companion. But, till date, I hadn’t bought any watch nor had anyone gifted or given me a brand new watch. Although my AMONA is still ticking every second in my younger brothers hand ( I exchanged my watch with his brand new TITAN Steel watch which he got as a gift ), I always felt the void of a new watch inside me.

From the first month’s salary, I wanted to buy a watch for myself and wanted to return Vikas’ new TITAN watch. In the mean time, I bought two watches one for Vidya in my first salary and one for Amma for the Anniversary. This time, on the occassion of completion of one year at work, I wanted to remember it with some momento. The watch buying was due from one year and also there was some sale going on for watches in most of the Shopping Malls here. So, I thought this would be the right time for me to buy one. I along with a friend of mine went to the shopping mall today after lunch and bought watches.

This is my small little story of my watch. Its from TIMEX. Don’t ask me how much it costs.

Regards,

Vicky…

Is this what you call L.I.F.E?

This is one amazing and yet simple series of pictures which just re-affirm my faith that LIFE is sooo beautiful to lose even one moment.

I hope you’ll like it too.

A GIRL SICK AND TIRED FROM HER LIFE FALLS FROM HER BUILDING.

 

Curse Bangalore!!!

Hi there,

So far I’ve been staying in Bangalore for some eight months now, and both my office and apartment is located in one of the posh areas of Bengalooru. My home town was a lush greeen, yet hot and humid place, and this city is most of the times coool and not so humid. Believe me, if you stay in the area where I stay, you’ll definitely call it hot and happening as it is a very fashionable place to live in.

Right from day one, I was impresssed with the location of my office as it is in the heart of the city, surrounded by Banks, Hotels, Shopping Malls and lot of good girls from other Software companies and Jyoti Nivas College for Women! Even though we get average food in the Cafeteria of our office, myself and my friends go out everyday in search of those hotels where we can find good looking girls, so that if out taste buds didn’t feel great, our senses must feel happy and relaxed after seeing such splendid beauty everywhere.

Mann, I’ve become a fan of this city, this area of my office. I see my other friends everyday travel from one end of the city to the other with no scope for them to enjoy their late morning wakeups and nice evening walks. They just curse this city like for its humongous growth and office spreading to some remote areas.

Even I have a reason to Curse this city of mine. Previously when I was in small town, I rarely used to see some beautiful girls there and would feel jealous of the boy walking with her. But here the case is blown outt-off-proportionn. Here you rarely find some average and not so good looking girls and most of them will be gorgeous. But all the girls would dress themselves with the latest fashion trend in the market and make others feel as if they are selling the next hott lookin model in town. My god, I can’t tell how many times my jaw used to drop previously. Now as I’ve upgraded myself from an average looking lad of a town to an average looking boy of this big city, and I’m getting used to all this goodd stufff around me. But it still feels a lot jealous seeing some supid guys walking with some great looking girls. And we good looking guys just have to keep watching. And with Valentine’s day round the corner, believe me, that’s damn difficult.

Why are so many good looking girs here?!? CURSE BANGALORE!!!

I wanna be a Movie Director!!

Hi there,

This is Vikram.
I’m from Bhadravathi, Karnataka. A small township in one of the states in India.

I was brought up in a joint family during the early years of my life. Lot of people around, lot of suggestions for you anytime, and what’s more, lot of love, from everyone, everywhere. Since I was the first of the third generation children in our family, I got lot of love. Bieng first also brings with it lot of responsibilites too.

Why a Movie Director?!?

Ya, that’s what I’m here to talk about. Why do I want to become a movie director only? Not anything else?

Over the years of thinking on this line, I think I’ve found the answer to the question. I think it all started when I was 6 years old.

My dad had bought a brand new VCP (Video Casette Player) home back then. Since we were a joint family with Uncles, aunts, grand father, grand mother, and what more I had great grand parents too. So, if we got a casette of any movie, man, my house would resemble a mini movie theatre. Lot of excitement and buzz all around. I can very clearly remember, everyone would finish their work before 10 p.m. and would assemble in front of the TV, and eagerly wait for the operators (the people who knew how to operate the VCP and TV). Only the operators had the previlage to switch on or switch off the devices according to their will. If any movie casette had to be brought home or started or stopped for viewing, the operators had to do it. Nothing would happen against their wish. And, in a house of 18, only two people were operators.

Myself and my father!

It was more of a routine for me and my cousin to bring cassetes to home every night. The modus-operandi was something like this. Elders in the house would often sit together over dinner, discuss on some movie which they wanted to see, and tell us to write the name of the movie on a piece of paper, so that we wont forget when we go to the shop. Usually they suggested movies which they wanted to see when they were young, but weren’t able to view it.

I can clearly remember those old time movies which revolved around a perfect, happy family, and how they get into trouble. They would part, face some more troubles, and then meet with other beautiful people (the hero or the herione), sing songs, dance in green patches and some water falls. Then all of a sudden, by god’s grace, they would meet up and then happily live ever after. THE END. Wow!, what a story line. You could easily predict scene by scene what would happen,  but still the ladies in the house would have their eyes wet if something bad happend to the PERFECT FILMI FAMILY, and then relax and would be happy in the end when all of them unite.  What an experience, every single day!!!

Later as I grew up, I began to develop this habit of writing poems and stories. Most people who read them, found them interesting and encouraged me to write more. I somehow started a liking for such creative stuff, mostly triggerd by a beautiful girl in my class. She was the first one to read whatever new thing I would write, suggest corrections if necessary, or would sincierly appreciate if it was really gooood. I would write anything to hear something good from her!

“C U LATER FOR MORE”.

Keep watchin.

TC< Vicky<<