Thursday, December 17, 2009

Art of Forgetting Part 2

After the tremendous success of “The Art of forgetting”, on public demands I have to come up with my “The Art of forgetting Part 2”. Though it is not the only reason to start writing this part down but within these 6 months or 1 year I had done so many silly mistakes, so many instances of this forgetfulness which deserves to be written down.

In the quest of finding out the real reason why do we forget things, which I still haven’t got any answer yet but a new dimension has been found in my research. We always give some priority to things in our life. The one having the higher priority is more essential or more valuable and needs to be done earlier than the rest having a low priority. Now depending upon which parameters we are giving this priority is solely our own choice. But giving priority to certain things doesn’t imply that you have to forget the basic things of life.

Well, in my case, I do or rather I had done, maybe it was a mistake but I did. Recently I got a new job. I was desperate to change. And one day when it happened, the next morning I found myself very busy writing this application, that application, gathering this information and lots of other stuffs. Before joining my new company I had to do all sorts of documentations and formalities for getting the release order from my old company. I was so busy doing all those stuffs in the morning that I forgot to take my breakfast. Whatever! I knew I can have the same from office itself. After completing writing all those applications, having bath and other things I went to my office. There I had my breakfast, submitted all those applications, booked tickets and other things which I felt was needed. At around 3 in the evening when I found myself quite free to have some rest and have a little chat with my friends, suddenly I realized that there is something missing from my pocket. I searched here and there but it was nowhere. It was my room’s key. Normally one person stays with me. He has one key and the other two are with me. One key I use for day to day use and the other is kept safely in my moneybag inside some hidden chamber. When the day to day key is missing, I immediately began to recall where I possible could leave it. I had gone to a lot of departments that day so it is virtually impossible to go to each and every section looking for that key. Anyway I tried that one. Called and asked everyone and anyone who might know where the key can be because I knew that my roommate has gone to home and he has one set of key. Even at that time I was unable to find that back up key which I had kept safely in some hidden chamber of my pocket. I took out every bit of papers and money, every coins and whatever rubbish was there inside my pocket, but one thing I couldn’t find is the key. There were lots of waste papers inside my pocket which I don’t know why I had kept. I tried to figure out the history and geography behind those pages, but I had forgotten all. Its strange how in such a situation a person who has lost his key and doesn’t know how to get inside the room can think of other useless things like those histories behind those papers. I searched everywhere but still couldn’t find it. Then a shocking truth came to my mind. “Whether I had locked the door or is it still open?” if it is open, then I hoped that all my belongings should be safe or not. In Kerala, people are trusty but who knows when devil strikes the head and that too an open door with all my valuable things. The only valuable things I could possible think of are my gadgets. I began to think if I lose them from where I could get its replacement. They have become old but working, within how many years I can make all those necessary replacements. And all those wield things unnecessary thought began to crop up my head.

Then I realized that why I am taking unnecessary tensions, one friend is there in the quarters why I don’t call him to check whether the door is really open or not. Though personally I don’t like that fellow and if he hears this sort of blunder of mine he is sure to fire at me. But this has really been a stupid act on my part. I should be punished. So with a lot of hesitations and fear I called him, told him to check. He checked and told me that my room mate is sleeping in my room. I thanked god that he has come back in time. But my fear was still there that I had not locked the room and all my belongings are still safe inside my room. So I called my roommate and asked him when he had returned. He replied that it was last night. I told him to stay in the room as I had lost my key. He asked in which world I am living. I was surprised.

What had actually happened is that my roommate was still in my room when I had left the room so I deliberately hadn’t locked the room not even taken the key. But still from that day itself I am not finding my key. I don’t know where I had kept it originally.

This is one incident, the next incident happened yesterday. I had to go to the telephone exchange to submit my telephone, then to sweet shop for buying sweets then come back to office by 12 to distribute among my manager, colleagues. So quite busy schedule. I took my bath and came out of room by 9 30 am. Then again confusion crept in. whether I should take breakfast as idli, dosa or go directly to the sweet shop and take some bakes or snaks. Whatever it was I had to go out because I didn’t had any breakfast items in my room apart from biscuits. Apart from this fact, I was also not feeling hungry. I didn’t know why it is so, last night I had dinner outside but that should have been digested by now. I should be feeling hungry. When I reached near the shop of taking idli I realized that I hadn’t brushed my teeth so still having a stale feeling and not having the urge to eat. I again ran back home for brushing my teeth then came back. Even my mother had told me to buy some white flours from the market, I completely forgot that and came back with the sweets. Now for the same job I have to go again today.

These are some incidents taken from real life practical experience. It is said that you should always ask money from a forgetful person. He will forget soon all about the money and you don’t have to pay him back. But I know who owes me what. But the problem is how to ask? but its my money and i have every right to claim it back. Normally I don’t ask for money from anybody and neither I want to give the same. And money is the root causes of any misunderstand or break up of any relationship or whatever.

Sorry, I think I had diverted from the original topic of forgetting. Forgetting is an art and should be practiced under precision. “Forget and Forgive” is the motto of life. But don’t forget so much that you have to repent what you have forgotten.

Saturday, March 21, 2009

Life finds its own way

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Forewords




It is said that a work well begun is almost half-done, but this is not my case. I start off brilliantly but in the middle, I lose track and stop. This has what has been happening with all my stories. Maybe it happens with my life also. But I don't stop writing stories. Actually this is because of constant urging from my best friends, who just can't live without stories.

Though I'm a baseless useless, good for nothing time pass writer (maybe the word writer is not even applicable to me also), whose works are full of mistakes, but still I write, maybe just to entertain my friends. In fact, these mistakes has become a brand for my writings. They are my style. And they are quite unique enough. I thank my friends for bearing with my mistakes.

I know this writings will never make to any publishers and I will only be satisfied by uploading it into blogs and if my luck is there then I might get one or two comments (though I have to ask for it, and even sometimes beg to give some comments). That's all. Who the hell in this world has that much of patience and time to read this sort of rubbish stories.

Today I'm starting a story taken from my personal life. It is a bold subject and you may not have guessed that I can write these sorts of things. I am always considered as the immature person in my group. Let us see whether I can prove my immaturity by writing this story.

Normally I'm quite messed up in my life and also with my stories. For my stories I don't quite find the right climax, sometimes I'm even confused with giving the name also. But this time, I thought of the climax first(maybe it will not change till I reach the end) and automatically the title came up. So let's start with my new story LIFE FINDS IT'S OWN WAY”.


Those who have read this whole story are requested to give some comments here and those who want to read this story are requested to sent their email id s so that I can mail them. My  mailing address is sh24omzns@gmail.com

Monday, December 29, 2008

Baseless Poem

This new year make some new things now
Think of a thought u have not thought till now

Enjoy everything as u have never enjoyed so far
But let old memories remain memorable, and they don't become blur

Hope a hope u have not hoped before
Wish a wish u have not wished before

Pray a prayer for someone u have not prayed before
Let everything change like never before

Feel a feeling which you have never felt until you have felt that feeling before
Sing a song not sung before

Love someone who deserves love more than you have loved anyone before
Hate the word 'Hate' as you have never hated before

Give more, expect less
Stay young,stay fresh

Live your life as u have never lived before
Value your life as u have never valued before

Because value has a value if its value is valued
And unless it is valued, there is no value

This type of poem cannot be seen again
Because this can be only written by a person without any brain

Friday, December 5, 2008

LIFE- A journey

With hopes in my eyes,

I set off for the skies.

But that was all falsity,

Naturally I’d to come back to the hard reality


The roads of the reality is very rough

Naturally the journey is going to be very tough.

I know that I’ll have to go on

Otherwise all the opportunity will be gone.


But there’s no sight of any light

And all days seemed like nights.

But you gave me strength to hold on tight

So that even a small hope of success may seem very bright.


It is a great shame

To have spend all these years in vain

Without having any definite aim

Thinking ‘Life is just a Game’.


Also thinking that we are just players in this game

Where everybody will be given his chance to make his name.

But that is not at all the case

You have to perform to win this race.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

The Art of Forgetting

Can you find 1 single person who doesn't forget things?

Hell NO!!!

There is hardly one and I'm not an exception to it.

But in my case, forgetfulnes is much above average. Yes, i do forget things a lot and that too serious things which could change one's life.

For a normal 24 years boy who doesn't have much tension in life why should he forget.

Normally you forget things when there is some other things which preoccupies your mind.

But in my case I can't find that other thing. Maybe carelessness,absentmindedness can be a reason for my forgetfulness.

I heard from somebody that persons having A+ blood has a natural ability for absentmindedness.

well,this can be applicable for me.

I read in one of the texts that "People forgets things which he doesn't want to remember" but if that is the case then how can I forget my debit card in ATM counter where my entire savings were saved. What happpened was that after inserting the card and doing all the transactions the machine asked for "Do you want any more transactions?" I forgot to press No and left the ATM without taking back the card. The machine got hanged with the card inside.

After 2 days, when my father was searching for some other debit card i looked into my purse to find out that my debit card is missing. I couldn't recall the incident when and how did i lost my card. Luckily i found the transaction slip and went back to that ATM counter to look for it.

That ATM was out of service then also. I called the bank personnel and they made that ATM ok after removing my ATM card. 

Luckily there were nobody in queue after me who would enter that ATM and my entire savings will be gone.

Once I had gone for shopping with my om on scooter. On the way my scooter's petrol got empty and i stopped at the petrol pump for filling 3 litres of petrol. After filling the petrol and paying for the fuel,I started and got back home completely forgetting that I had taken my mom with me. 

On reaching home, I saw that the door is locked as because my mom has gone somewhere. I was in a hurry for going to meet a friend and seeing the door locked I became very angry. After waiting for 30 mins , I saw that my mom is returning in a rickshaw. 

I was very angry and asked my mom "Where have you gone locking the doors? Don't you know that I've to go to meet my friend?"

When my mom told where she has gone, i felt extremely embarassed.

This is the level of my forgetfulness. 

After 20 days leave, the 1st day I went to office after 15 days leave I almost forgot what i do there. 

It was a night shift for me. Person's doing night shifts have to lock the door and give the key to the security guards. 

I forgot that entirely and came out of office campus.

Next day my manager called me to inform and fire at me for forgetting to lock the door.

He told me "i had seen people locking the door and giving the key to the security guard but locking was not done properly and the door was open but not this sort of case where a person completely forgets to lock and give the key and the office remaining open fully"

I admitted my mistakes bravely. i was also feeling proud of the fact that i admitted my mistake inspite of feeling ashamed for my forgetfulness.

I was also hoping that from next time I would not be allowed to be in night shift after this big mistake which would be good for me. In a sence I was hoping to capitalize on my mistake. You can't make such mistake everyday. But I can....

After that day i became cautious. Next few days I was very cautious in locking the door and giving the key but on Sunday I committed the biggest mistake of my life.

No, it is not that I forgot to lock the door but I forgot to give the key to the security guard and rather take it home. For a 24*7 support center like us,Sunday is a working day for some people who wishes to take leave for going home later. I made it a holiday for them and for some exchanges who faced critical problems without our support. God knows what consequences will that bring.

Our manager is a sort of person who believes in “Learn from your mistakes” so I was not deprived of getting night shift again. But he doesn't like making mistakes, so he doesn't allow us to sent us to any sites and face the problems happening there. We may do some more mistake and increase the problem.

So life has become quite boring for me. There is not much work to do in office. Only entertainment is we go on outings in weekends. But we also do have limited holidays. We can't go far.

Few months ago,when we had 2 days holidays we went to Goa. There also my forgetful nature didn't leave me. In fact it marred all the enjoyments and ruined my entire trip.

Being excited seeing the water I didn't wanted to lose a second and rushed straight into the water without opening my specs. Then what was scheduled to happen happened. A big wave came and took my specs. Without my specs I m almost blind.

For a youth of this age being blind in Goa is like enjoying all the fun. I missed the beaches, the side scenes and everything.

Maybe God don't want me to go bad. That's why he took my specs.

It is not that I lost my own specs but I lost my friend's specs as well who had given me to keep it in safe custody.

After this my spec used to haunt me every now and then i open it. Be if for sleeping or whatever. I couldn't find my specs after getting up from my sleep. Once i was travelling in train. At night, I put my specs in my bag for sleeping. In the midnight when I woke up to check if all my luggages are intact, the 1st thing that was missing was my specs and without it everything was virtually missing. I take out everything from my bag where I had kept my specs but didn't find it. I was also afraid that I may be losing something else as well. But anyway, I continued searching. I packed and unpacked my bag thrice before I found my specs inside my biscuit packet.

In order to get rid of this boring life my friends suggested to make a girlfriend. But making girlfriend for a shy person like me is like an impossible task.

But yes I do have a girlfriend here, not the type as you are thinking but only a friend who is a girl and we met in Orkut only. I don't think what she thinks about me but I don't want to make any relationship with her. Our culture will simple not match. So I hardly call her. Maybe 1 time or even less a month.

On my birthday she called and wished me so it becomes a duty for me to wish her back on her birthday. But in this case also my forgetfulness nature came. I forgot her birthday. A person like me who doesn't be able to remember his parents birthday how can he remember others?

16 was her birthday. At that time I was at my native. On 15th I saw some update in orkut about her birthday. I thought that her birthday had already passed and wished her belated happy birthday. Next day I got her call. I again wished her belated birthday and asked her to forgive me for forgetting it. She told me “ going home you have forgotten everything, even the dates. Today is 16 and today itself is my birthday”. I felt embarrassed.

Forgetting umbrella is a very common among majority of the men but I am a exception here. I don't forget to take it . I take my umbrella and come back with someone's else umbrella.


Last day I was seeing one movie “Memento”, a movie to be remake by Amir Khan as “Gajani”. In it the hero has also this nature. He forgets things. In order to remember he writes down whatever he finds in front of him be it his hand, his body, any where. I'm also thinking of following this policy otherwise I don't know what will happen to me. I might be another victim of Alzheimer.

Or is it that I don't use my brain sufficiently. One of my sir used to say brain is like a knife. The more you rub more effective it will be.   Now i need some food for thought so that i can keep my brain properly functioning. But will that enhance my forgetful nature as i may be preoccupied by something else?


Saturday, June 2, 2007

Life Online

How it started?

This is a story of a simple guy, a very simple guy. This guy as like other guys used to go to school. Though he was not a very brilliant student yet he was not too bad either. At least he used to finish his class tasks. This guy, the only son of his parents was naturally very alone. His parents used to love him at the top of their world. They used to believe that this boy cannot do any wrongs. The boy used to pay respect to his parents belief and used to abstain from all sort of wrongs.

At the school he was very quiet. He used to sit at the last bench. In the case of friends, he was very choosy. He used to select his friends very carefully. But he used to believe ‘FRIENDSHIP ONCE MADE IS MADE FOR THE ENTIRE LIFE’. So he had very few friends. He used to talk and play with all the other boys but his friends were really very few.

This boy fared pretty well in his 10th standard. The result was much above his expectation. He didn’t know he had the caliber to perform so much. This result gave him hope that he’s also a good boy as perceived by his classmates seeing his quite nature and sincerity to attending classes.

On summer holidays, this guy along with 4 of his class mates had gathered together in the field to play cricket match. The heat was much above the comfort level. One of them named Jojo suggested,”hey, it’s too hot to play cricket. Why don’t we go to some cyber cafĂ©?”.


How this guy's life changed after that.It is his story.