Wait till I find an answer...

It has been a almost a month since I posted something out here. I am beginning to wonder, the very purpose of doing so. How will posting a few articles out here, help me. Will scribbling some junk solve my problems in life? Can it show me the way to do so? Or atleast will it help me to identify my problems? Will it answer the most important question which has been lingering in my head for quite some time, "am I satisfied? "

The very fact that not many are going to read these blogs of mine, reduces my interest in penning down my ideas. And even if they do, what difference does it make. Keep waiting, may be I will come out with something nice in a few days.

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12 Days of Christmas

The Uppuma connection

The Uppuma connection

It was a hard day yesterday after our previous day triumph in making Dosa & Takkali Thokku, it seemed like out comeback trail had begun. An so we decided to test our culinary skills this time with a different South Indian dish "UPPUMA".

Uppuma is of different types and renders different taste which solely depends on the process. Some do with Samia and some with Rava...

We took the challenge of making the uppuma (Rava uppuma to be precise), a famous South Indian sweet dish and to our rescume came Vinoth the most famous (VV) from our flat, who seemed to know a lot more informative. Another dimension of him i've never seen, i thought.

All that is required to make this delicious dish is a Less than half KG of Rava, some ghee for frying not necessarily (we did without it), Onion, Chilli, Ingi, Karivepilai, Kadugu, Ulutham paruppu, and water. The quantity of water should be twice that of Rava and of course you need some patience and some people to share the dish with. Ah..I forgot one more important ingredient... the kesari color powder (well we did without this too). There's a lot of rumor going around that this causes cancer; You may neglect this though, if you want a white uppuma.

The color of course, is an individual preference. Environmentalists can go for green, Aussie supporters yellow, sailors blue and communists red. But the South Indian household seems to have a penchant for orange color and some do with Manjal powder itself hence, i didn't chose any color so that our Uppuma can be identified with.

Uppuma is a Common breakfast in south india where most of the office-goers normally prefer this due to its unique taste and especially when they dont have much time at hand and they should do something for the breakfast especially under dire straights. Rather than going out to buy other ingredients uppuma is preferred for its simplicity just can be done with what is available (CUstomized Versions)

And now coming back to our Uppuma preparation. All you need to do to get it done is to fry the rava in a tava with some ghee (if u have) till the rava becomes golden brown and keep it aside. Now in the same way fry the onion and the other ingredients that u've chopped before. Be careful this time, the time in which the onion change their color from golden brown to black is not very long.

Now add bring the water to a boil and add the fried rava in it, cook it till the rava comes to a thick consistency, now add some salt and the rava will loosen up. Keep cooking for 10 minutes. Add some cashew nuts or some vegetables if u have and mix it well. Turn the gas off and taste it. I assure you, you'll love the taste. You can go in for a slight variant of this - the Lemon uppuma, Sweet Uppuma and it goes on subject to the available material. The only additional work to do is to toss some of ur diced variant to it.

There is a complement to kesari by the name Uppuma, which can also be made using the rava. This is a common dish off the blues during the odd occasions viz Festivals, Occasions and auspicious Bride-Groom selection ceremony in South India. But more about this, later.

Well, im looking forward to our R&D efforts and wishing it will no longer go in vain. Rather would yield some good dishes and great time cooking together. Will be back with more sucess storeis :)

How does an ABCD (American Born Confused Desi -Indian) explain Diwali ???

How does an ABCD (American Born Confused Desi -Indian) explain to his younger brother the topic - When and how did Diwali begin? This is how he goes about it…(preferably read it with an American accent). Well this is the post which i've kept for so long in draft before i decided to post.

So, like this dude had, like, a big cool kingdom and people liked him.But, like, his step mom, or somethin’, was kind of a bitch, and she forcedher husband to, like, you know, send this cool dude, he was Ram, to some national forest or reserve or somethin’.

Since he was going, for like, somethin’ like more than 10 years or so,he decided to take his wife and his bro along. You know… so that theycould all chill out together. But dude, the forest was reeeeeeal scary shit,really man, they had monkeys and devils and shit like that. But thisdude, Ram, kicked their ass with darts, bows and arrows, so it was fine. But then some bad gansta’ boys, some jerk called Ravan, picks up his babe (Sita) and lures her away to his hood. And boy, were our man, and his bro Lakshman, pissed! And you don’t piss this son-of-a-gunz ‘coz, he just kicks ass and like, all the gods were with him. So anyways, you don’t mess with gods.

So, Ram and his bro get an army of monkeys. Dude, don’t ask me how they trained the damn monkeys, just go along with me, OK. So, Ram, Lakhs, and their monkeys whip this gansta’s ass in his own hood. Anyways, by now, their time’s up in the forest and anyways, it gets kinda boring. You know no TVs or malls or shit like that. So, they decided to hitch back home.

His bro and the wife are back home. People thought, well, you know,atleast they deserve somethin’ nice and they didn’t have any bars and clubs in those days. So they couldn’t take them out for a drink, so the people decided to smoke or shit. And they also had some lamps, they lit the lamps too.So it was pretty cooool…

you know with all those fireworks really,they had some local band play along with the fireworks, and you know what, dude, that was the very first, no kidding, that was the very firstmusical-synchronized fireworks. You know, like the 4th of the Julystuff, but just more cooler and stuff, you know. And, so dude, that was how, like, this festival started. Cool!!!

Diwali Rocks Maaaan!

Aru U contended with what you've got ???

Being contended with what we got:

I know a couple who had baby last week, after a decade of turmoil. After the initial appreciation and thanks giving to God, and feeling proud of themselves, they moved into the next stage – analysis;

The baby was a bit dark compared to its wheat-ish parents. “I wish the baby was as fair as either of you”, commented the maternal grandmother. “He does have a stub nose like me, which I didn’t want”, said the father. The material world and the feeling of relentlessly searching for something better took over.

They did easily forget the 10 years of turmoil, wherein their only prayer was, “We just need a baby, bless us God”, and that how lucky they were to have their prayers answered. Mind wanders like a mad monkey, it instantly forgets the past sufferings… instead of enjoying the gift of progeny, the couple looked for perfection, thus inflicting further sufferings onto themselves. They failed to realize people below them: an aged couple dying without children; spinsters over 50, who wanted to marry, but couldn’t, and many more similar grim stories.

For living a contented life, it is best to compare ourselves with people below us. They don’t die, if they don’t drive a Benz, or have a 20K mobile, neither will we. And for achieving we should compare ourselves with people above us. If Dr. APJ can work 18 hours a day and be a rolemodel to millions, we can make a difference to at least 10. We can!

Our lifestyle warrants that we crave and strive for more materialistic possession. A middle class family strives to buy a car, while a maid working in their house strives to buy a TV. A highly paid employee wants to buy a bungalow, and the rich boss wants everything of the best brand.
Money can buy all the comfort we desire, but then it takes our desire itself to next level. And the more we feed our desire, the more it grows, only to swallow our peaceful life. There can be no ceiling to our desires, unless we are contended.

Look around; you can comprehend what I write, and are reading this from your own computer in the comfort of your cubicle or room. Aren’t you a lot more lucky than people who cannot read/write, are mute, or don’t know what a computer is. And after reading this, you might be a little tired, (even though the AC comforts you, unlike people who are dying of sun-stoke after working relentlessly for a half meal,) you always have the vending machines at your disposal, or the phone to order your hot yummy food.

What more do you need except contentment?

A typical Mastercard ad to compliment:
Buying a Santro car for the middle class family stated above: Rs. 4 lakhs.Buying a Porsche for the millionaire stated above: Rs. 1 crore.Being contented with what God has given us: PRICELESS.

- The End.

Another day at Hell (Office)

Another day at Hell (Office)

I am here, staring at the monitor savoring a machine vended Nescafe. I wouldn’t say I am too unhappy about it and all. After all, I am documenting these thoughts just after reading columns of Behram Contractor a.k.a Busy Bee in the site www.busybeeforever.com.This is a really good site I should say. It contains lots of articles by Mr. Contractor whom I like very much. I also like John Grisham. But it is because of a different reason.I like BC because of the satire he brings out in a very simple form that’s easy to understand. I admit, though I read a lot of books, I really don’t get the full grasp of some of the books I read. Often Behram Contractor(BC) is compared with P.G.Wodehouse(PG). But for me BC is better than PG. This might be because when I tried reading a P.G, but I wasn’t able to make out the humor twist in it. I wasn’t laughing because of the humor in the book but I was laughing at my own state of not understanding P.G. So I like B.C more than P.G. Further B.C views things from an Indian angle that makes his columns and ideas easy to identify with.

Of late, I have become addicted to coffee. I don’t know why. It may be because I was trying to emulate Patrick Lanigan of The Partner, who drinks lots of coffee. I am averaging 4 cups a day now. I don’t feel guilty about it. Maybe I’ll feel when I am 40. But that’s ok for me since I am enjoying the present moment. I can proudly say I am living life king size without any consciousness conflict (what a term!). And so goes my life with an extra indulgence thrown in always in whatever I like doing.

It’s not that I am really happy because I don’t have anything to do. In fact, I have a real problem now where I am stuck without any daylight near. But still I am happy because I have read somewhere ‘And this too shall pass’. And I have learnt to believe in Hope, and even in failures I attribute it to my suspicion in my belief in hope. Failure or Success, and this too shall pass sometime soon. And so, I will indulge in my happiness to an extra extent.

It’s rainy season here. I always dislike carrying anything unless it is of utmost importance. For instance, I hate to carry helmets to restaurants and theatres. So for this reason, I never like wearing a helmet when I go to these places. I am not an atheist, so I believe in God more than I believe in my helmet. This of course is not for all to follow, unless you want to meet God very badly. So even though I dislike wearing it, I wear it. God can wait. Similarly, I hate carrying raincoats even in rainy season, when it’s not raining. But yesterday my father pestered me so much to take the raincoat. When I wore it, it was too much stuffy. I felt bad. But when I started from office in the evening, I came to know how it is to feel grateful. Yes, there was a heavy downpour, peals of thunder, and flashes of lightning; and me under the safe cocoon of raincoat. I even experienced the sadistic joy of watching my friends completely wet. Even today I’ve brought the raincoat. It’s not raining. But I don’t feel the slightest remorse of bringing it. So, I have learnt, it’s always good to ensure things are safe and strive towards that aspect rather than praying to god while dying. So, I henceforth will not feel lethargic towards doing things that’ll make me safer, even though there is some level of discomfort involved in it.

So that’s it. It’s almost time to leave. I am now happily taking my raincoat and helmet.

Mile sur mera tuhara...prasar Bharathi

Ek Anek aur Ektha

Ek Chidiya Anek Chidiya... Its next to impossible to forget this song if you had a TV(and watched it too) in the early 80’s. May be 1985 - 1990 period. There were a bunch of ’short programs’ that would be aired every now and then on DD national - the one and the only channel!. This one was on unity. “Ek Anek aur Ektha” - The animated movie.

Vellore

I found this Video somewhere.. An intresting ride along the main streets of vellore and into the Vellore fort...

Don't Cry Joni

Don't Cry Joni (one of my favourite song)
http://www.ziplo.com/dontcry.html
Sung by Conway Twitty & Joni Lee

Jimmy please say you'll wait for me
I'll grow up some day you'll see
saving all my kisses just for you
signed with love forever true

Joni was the girl who lived next door
I've known her I guess 10 years or more
Joni wrote me a note one day
and this is what she had to say

Jimmy please say you'll wait for me
I'll grow up some day you'll see
saving all my kisses just for you
signed with love forever true

Slowly I read her note once more
then I went over to the house next door
her tear drops fell like rain that day
when I told Joni what I had to say

Joni, Joni please don't cry
you'll forget me by and by
you're just 15, I'm 22
and Joni I just can't wait for you

Soon I left our little home town
got me a job and tried to settle down
but these words kept haunting my memory
the words that Joni said to me

Jimmy please say you'll wait for me
I'll grow up some day you'll see
saving all my kisses just for you
signed with love forever true

I packed my clothes and I caught a plane
I had to see Joni, I had to explain
how my heart was filled with her memory
and asked my Joni if she'd marry me

I ran all the way to the house next door
but things weren't like they were before
my tear drops fell like rain that day
when I heard what Joni had to say

Jimmy, Jimmy please don't cry
you'll forget me by and by
it's been 5 years since you've been gone
Jimmy I married your best friend John.

CHILD ABUSE: How concerned are you?

I got a forwarded link from a friend of mine and I went to the site in all good intentions.

The site covers two main issues.
Child Pornography on the internet
Child abuse at home.

The means it says that it can eradicate it:
Get a million email addresses from all over the world and do —– —– —-.
Seriously, I have never seen a site that doesn’t say what it is planning to do with the list. Here are my options though.

The list would be submitted to all the technology vendors, ISPS, Governments throughout the world.

Those concerned will get to know that there exists an evil called ‘child pornography’ and would empathasize with the million others who submitted the petition.

It would stop all pornography sites on the internet.

It would send one military person per home to check on child abuse.

Child abuse at home would also stop.

The world would be a better place to live in. And everyone would live happily ever after.

But I know what is going to happen.

If you have been getting 10 spam mails till now, it might double.
Soon, people might be interested in offering you loans, degrees or even silicone breast implants.
Well, how plausible is my idea? Are these guys kidding? A search on light a million candles yielded me 535,000 links (mostly over enthusiastic blogs) pointing to this site in their attempt to save the world. But I can’t be ridiculing someone if I don’t have an answer to something. Isn’t it? And I say, Yes. I do have the answer to it.
Read this: http://www.cbsnews.com/stories/2005/08/18/tech/main784536_page3.shtml

From what I hear, the government is already concerned at this. It doesn’t need a million addresses to know that this happens and it needs to do something. If you really think that God sent you to this world to eradicate this, you would just need to do atleast one of the following.
Stop abusing children. (Learn to accept that anyone has modesty. This includes not looking at their private parts let alone touching them).

If you know that some neighbourhood kid is abused, call up the police.
If you find some porn site on the web, submit it to the concerned government cell.

Does this make sense?

The Legend of the Legends

MSS the IMMORTAL LEGEND LIVES ON WITHIN US.....NO MORE SORROW
the ever glowing Lamp that brightens the souls darkened by present day materialism

The ever young adventurous hero in everyone..

Tintin -The Red Sea Sharks part 1

Incredible machines

SIMPLE HOME MADE MACHINES WITH CRAZY TECHNIQUES

If you have seen Back to the future, you would have certainly not missed the breakfast making machine called "Rube Goldberg", these machines are complex devices that perform simple tasks like making a breakfast in very indirect and convoluted ways.

But, this video of these incredible machines is going to make you and your physic professors sit up and say "whoa" because the physics concepts used in these machines, which make use of everyday house junk is awesome. It's a little long around 9min, so get ur cup of coffee before u press the play button. But, don't blame us if u spill ur coffee...

My Favourite song from Border

BORDER SANDASE AATE HAI

Some of my favourite Poems by Subramanya Bharathi

அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே


அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே
இச்சகத்து ளோரெலாம் எதிர்த்து நின்றபோதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

துச்சமாக எண்ணி நம்மைத் தூறு செய்த போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

பிச்சை வாங்கி உண்ணு, வாழ்க்கை பெற்று விட்ட போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

இச்சை கொண்ட பொருளெலாம் இழந்துவிட்ட போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

கச்சணிந்த கொங்கை மாதர் கண்கள்வீசு போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

நச்சை வாயிலே கொணர்ந்து நண்ப ரூட்டு போதனும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

பச்சை யூனினையந்த வேற்படைகள் வந்த போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

உச்சிமீது வானிடிந்து வீழு கின்ற போதினும்
அச்சமில்லை அச்சமில்லை அச்சமென்ப தில்லையே

நெஞ்சு பொறுக்குதில்லையே

நெஞ்சு பொறுக்குதில்லையே - இந்த
நிலைகெட்ட மனிதரை நினைந்துவிட்டால்
கொஞ்சமோ பிரிவினைகள் - ஒரு
கோடியென் றாலது பெரிதாமோ ?

அஞ்சுதலைப் பாம்பென்பான் - அப்பன்
ஆறுதலை யென்றுமகன் சொல்லிவிட்டால்
நெஞ்சு பிரிந்து விடுவார் - பின்பு
நெடுநா ளிருவரும் பகைத்திருப்பார் (நெஞ்சு)

சாத்திரங்க ளொன்றும் காணார் - பொய்ச்
சாத்திரப் பேய்கள்சொலும் வார்த்தைநம்பியே
கோத்திரமொன் யிருந்தாலும் - ஒரு
கொள்கையிற் பிரிந்தவனைக் குலைத்திகழ்வார்
தோத்திரங்கள் சொல்லியவர்தாம் - தமைச்
சூதுசெயு நீசர்களைப் பணிந்திடுவார் - ஆனால்
ஆத்திரங் கொண்டே யிவன் சைவன் - இவன்
அரிபக்த னென்றுபெருஞ் சண்டையிடுவார் (நெஞ்சு)

எண்ணிலா நோயுடையார் - இவர்
எழுந்து நடப்பதற்கும் வலிமையிலார்
கண்ணிலாக் குழந்தைகள்போல் - பிறர்
காட்டிய வழியிற் சென்று மாட்டிக் கொள்வார்
நண்ணிய பெருங்கலைகள் - பத்து
நாலாயிரங் கோடி நயந்து நின்ற
புண்ணிய நாட்டினிலே - இவர்
பொறியற்ற விலங்குகள் போல வாழ்வார் (நெஞ்சு)

Another one..

தேடி சோறு நிதம் தின்று – பல
சின்னஞ்சிறு கதைகள் பேசி – மனம்
வாடி துன்பம் மிக உழன்று –பிறர்
வாட பலசெயல்கள் செய்து –நரை
கூடி கிழபருவமெய்தி –கொடுங்
கூற்றுக் கிரையென்ன பின்மாயும் – பல
வேடிக்கை மனிதரைப் போல் -நான்
வீழ்வெ னென்று நினைத்தாயோ….


He still lives...

Jesus died pinned to the cross;
Krishna by a swift arrow;
Even Rama yielded to death by water;
But I shall not die, 'tis certain.

we are human...but are we humane??

we are human...but are we humane??

Human race is to which we all belong..
there had to be a unity very strong..
instead what is found everywhere...
is hatred and attitude of why-should-i-care.

we take pride in being the most intelligent race..
arrogance is writ all over human face..
but why am i writing "we"
its now all about you and me.

constantly engaged in mass killing..
in a manner that is mostly spine-chilling..
pogroms and massacres are order of the day..
and bleeding humanity by bombing it away..

when one's agony and plight..
becomes other's delight..
when a nation's power and pelf
using the God's name itself..

as if the God belongs to them only..
on promises of after-life heavenly..
youths are lured into killing innocents.
with a feeling of victory rather than repents..

it doesn't matter if a mother cries..
they seek jihad in her hopeless eyes..
its not enough if her only son goes..
their motive is to add to her woes..

they wont mind blowing her away as well..
as if they seek fragrance in this gory smell..
it may be a son,mother,father or daughter..
they dont blink an eye and just slaughter..

and slaughter they do in a manner dastard..
for fellow humans they have just utter disregard..
they may justify it by wearin a jihadi mask..
but the crying mother,the orphaned childask..

have you lost your sanity..are you insane..
you may be human..but are you humane??

Partying Chuppandi Style

Partying Does it really cheers u???

Suddenly this strange thing filled all my mind. What we've accomplished in life worth partying for. Just turning an year older and being stabbed by yet another milestone ??? Naah... I never find any reason worthwile to party. But as like in most of my things, i've been pushed to my limits these days. When I've got my confirmation order, all my dept. colleagues started askin for the party. Obviously I've agreed to it to..

I did not felt much that day but the other day when one of my fellow colleague gave his treat for his promotion, it all suddenly filled my thought for which i began choking and decided to party never again..

I was told by my dad that Mother Terasa when attending a christmas dinner went on to see a pile of cake being wasted and all she asked was to pack them. There are lot of people starving even for a single bun a day and i could atleast make some of them happy today instead of wasting these..

what do we gain by partying ??? Or is there anything that we accomplished that worth celebrating for?? these are the questions that turn to me when i think of celebrating. And obviously the reason one might say is that when you've done or accomplished something or attained some stage that u were longing for. Obviously you feel like celebrating. Thats the Human nature I agree. But we the humans being the sixthsensed creatures should think of the co-existing creatures too..

If you have an excess meal for the day or if you have enormous money for ur lifetime donate them to some for who starve even for a days meal and there are even worst people around the world who does not even have the comfort of wearing clean clothes,eating food atleast once in a day, without drinking water, much more....

Don't we being the fellow humans have some sense of concern for the other fellow human beings ??

Its so sad to tell u none of us including me really care. There are even lot of victims of the natural hazards who's parents bros sisters... lost their lives to the monstres like Tsunami, Earthquake etc.., Do we really have time to care about these... I dont know about any other person except im "SHAME ON MYSELF" for being such a crook leading a selfish life.

Let me tell u one such incident which fuelled this thing again in me..

One day we all got a message which was broadcasted throughout the comp. i work for. the one who sent the mail is a top level manager who has forwarded the message with a foot note saying we should do something about it. The content of the message is that, Our CEO's (who advocates all indian youths should have patriotism and work for the indian multinationals,who work for the good of the india rather working abroad) son who studied in USA and works there in some state i hardly know about. This guy claiming he is in a prestegious comp. the son of our CEO has given birth to a new child and the saddest part is that they've found shez having likeumia on bone marrow . and needs a replacement surgery for which they need some sample from someone who matches her and theirs hardly matches and there are few indians out there they can ask for. This guy wants us to inform the friends and relatives of the recipients who live in USto help them out.

I asked him only one question replying to his message. Aren't there any in India who suffer from much worse diseases?? How many neonetal cases were pending for causes like these??? How many people are dying to live out here day and night??? How many people suffer from the natural calamities?? aren't these seems to be worth worrying for ??Coz they're not CEO's relatives huh.. Shame on our race.. atleast this is what the fact is.

This kind of attitude should change. And cannot be changed unless the culture changes. Everyone should think of the other as a fellow human being. Afterall the money they have, the position they posses, the society they belong to, the race they were in... all these hardly matters when u die. What accounts in the real life is just a heart to feel for others.

My request is this. Whenever u feel like partying go the needy people. Celebrate with them. U can find lot of ashrams for aged,Homes for Orphans,Poor kids longing for education, people who suffer from diseases, victims of calamities.... it goes on. Atleast you can get some satisfaction.

ANBE SIVAM !!!

One fine evening at the College Library

Just another strange thing occured during my college days which i think would bring nothing less than a laugh.

Not every time when I go to a Library, I go there with any urgency or purpose. Mostly, I go there either to kill time or to look out whether there are any more additions to Crichton's or Archor's titles. But my latest visit to the library was much different.

I wanted to make note of certain things regarding CFD studies from a known reference book. Late on a Saturday afternoon, I realised that I had to collect the information before the day end since the library would be closed on Sundays. It was two hours before the closing time when I rushed in to the library. There was a reasonable crowd in the library and while browsing through the computerised catalogue, I wondered about the number of people in the library on a Saturday evening. I located the rack where the book would be and hurried there. As luck would have it, the book wasn't there.

Since the book was a 'reference' book, I knew it for sure that the book must be within the library. But, there was a chance that some person who used the book might have kept it in a different rack. I myself have done that couple of times before inadvertently and felt bad about it. Unmindful of the numerous racks, I scanned the library for that big red volume. It is not a wise way to search a book but at that point of time, common sense got over-ruled. Feeling tired and disappointed, I came near the 'Reading Desks' at the far corner of the library and there it was. It was indeed the book I was searching for frantically for the past several minutes but it was in the hands of another person.

Not wanting to sit idle and watch the faces, I picked up some book from the nearby shelf and sat down at the other end of the long reading desk. I made sure that the guy who was having the book I wanted was visible from where I was sitting. Minutes ticked by and by that time, I was simply turning the pages of the book that was in my hand. It was a book on Geo Engineering and though I do not know anything on the subject, I was glad that I picked up some book with lot of flashy and interesting pictures.

For a few moments, I was lost in the Geo-Eco stuff and when I looked up to see the guy who was having 'my book' :-) ! To my horror, that person had left and one another guy in a red-shirt was flipping through the pages. By that time, I had just 45 minutes left before the closing time. While one's patience was running out, weird thoughts come in to mind. I was wondering why this guy didn't have the courtesy to check whether anyone is desperately waiting for the book before taking the same. :-)

Anyhow, I decided to remain seated at the same place and was doing the same thing as what I was doing before. But this time, I was careful enough not to concentrate too much on that book. Every now and then, I was looking at the red-shirt guy very often to ensure that the book he was holding didn't escape my view. It appeared to me that the red-shirt guy wasalso looking at me with a sarcastic smile. On closer observation, I found that the guy wasn't serious about reading the book but was just flipping through the pages. I thought of going up to him and ask whether he was serious about reading the book, atlest he could give it to me. But I dismissed that idea in the thought that since I am eager to get my hands at the book, I am assuming something strange. Further, I convinced myself with the question, "What for would a person come to the library?" Another 20 minutes passed on and my patient had dried up. I thought that there is no point in waiting further and decided to leave the library. So I put down the 'GIS' book on the desk and was about to turn back.

As soon as I had put it down, the red-shirt guy came running to the place where I sat and almost pounced on the book. Taking that, he said, " All along I was waiting for you to finish this book. Just for killing time, I was flipping through that Automobile book. Thank you, Sir". :-)