Pizza ‘hut’ without Pizza..!!!

It is a work of non-fiction and while reading, please tolerate the anguish on me for writing this piece of ___..! I m sorry, I can’t help it..!!

When I mention ‘hut’, it’s not a fancy ‘pizza hut’ where one can add few pounds of flesh around ones waist. It is about a local hut which can be found in south India mostly in rural places where the menu is restricted and follows strict timings unlike Kentucky. It can suffocate if being outnumbered, when one is ready to occupy every space possible inside it by leaving the cash box table, T.V which is the only noiseless and plays reasonable part (not in peak times), refrigerator which contains year old chutneys and rusty coke bottles. By leaving above places to their misery it can accumulate 30 members when closely packed. We often face rusty nails clamped onto the supporting woods where the whole hut stands. The purpose of nails is not served most of the times as the customer feels that his canines are strong enough than a opener of a bottle and the other reason in he is lazy enough to not move his ass while watching the bloody disguise show on T.V.

            Apart from customers, the ‘hut’ consists of a guy who counts the bill and one who serves and the aged person who always smoke and feels going away from cash box in a greatest sin in his life and the lady who do things and we failed to understand ‘why she is doing?’ along with two kids and a couple of hens which reminds us every time we went in that it too can dump wastes from her body like humans and they differ with us in not bothering about the publicity. Their living place too attached to this hut and it is the next segment of the hut.

Many people like Vivek, Likith and sandeep haven’t visited such huts in our pre-life of GMRIT, and assuming the reason that air dragged us towards it or the hostel food is keeping its distance to us by pushing towards hut. We have 3000 people overall, by leaving sathis, pathis and girls, it comes to 1000. I strongly feel that all these thousand members visited the hut once in the year and gets habituated it. Some are forcibly invited to it like me and gets attached to it like one does to drug. Surely they are making a fortune out of it.

I remembered one day in my second year of graduation: there were the days we three visit our hut for breakfast, dinner and snacks. After getting attendance at the canteen for the first two hours by eating every possible shittiest piece they make, we decided to take mob of 6 to 8 of our friends to our prestigious hut for lunch. Therefore, Vivek ordered for all the 8 members although the menu is restricted, ‘this guy Vivek will do something such that they even cook their heart and kidneys and serve us as gratitude.’ Assuming that we haven’t eaten any such till now and he ordered 50 idli, 50 dhosa and 50 puri. (Vivek is fascinated to idli, me to puri, and it’s literally wastage of space to talk about Likith favourite food as he eats anything forgetting whether it is eatable or not). So we can map Likith to dosa as he gave privilege to assume any dish as his favourite.

What happened is we called that hut guy and gave order at 11 A.M. As usual Vivek and I skipped classes, even though we are interested to attend but nature won’t allow us to sit by bringing something while going to class. We along with our friends and faculty habituated to our absence only in class. As the dinner time is approaching, we waited for Likith and our friends and there came the crises: Our mob is not interested in coming leaving we three behind and we started walking towards it by managing security (vivek..!!!!) and entered the hut like the three musketeers who are ready to take out the whole clan of army (here it is idli, dosa and puri) and started our task by not considering the number of items we have ordered. We have observed the hut guys anxiety and tension that order may waste (as 3 persons to 150 items, the ratio doesn’t make sense to him I guess). We haven’t considered his anxiety and started consuming slowly and the slow pace is picking up and consuming heavily without much focus on what and how we are eating, who are the people staring at us and not minding their inner comments “who the hell are those three dinos??” This guy Likith is unbeatable; nothing can stand in his way..!! Slowly the number of items started decreasing with our rage. I guess some people even left during this whole process feeling it as a symbol of extinction of human race and humanity. We stayed there for nearly 45 min. and the hut guy prevented the other orders, he wanted to witness the whole act going on there...!! and yes..! We successfully completed almost everything and left some as a gesture of modesty. While the hut guy signalled us to not to bother about left over’s, we returned our plates to bin and cleaned our hands with a little dissatisfaction.

The counter guy genuinely counted the left over items in the bowls rather counting how many we ate.  He may felt that math is easy by calculating like this. The whole amount summed up and dedicated to Viveks account (as he maintains a debt account and used to clear whenever the cash inflows are high..!! merci heavens for sending such a gracious kid). Everything went straight apart from the whole hut people witnessing this glorious event, daily customer’s astonishment (2 to 3 flies may get inside their mouth). Some people astonished, some surprised, some feared for extinction, some cursed, some regretted, some wondered. But we three walked normally as usually by cruising and laughing at everything and behaved like nothing strange happened.

The whole thing went quite apart from one spot. Right from our phone call to summing amount was witnessed by my local friend. He never mentioned about this seriously in that year, but I dunno what happened to him. Lately, he started mentioning and narrating the whole incident whenever, wherever we meet without considering the situation, time and place leaving me no other option apart to keep my mouth shut and enjoy the feeling of embarrassment while laughing along with their aaws..!!!!.

After my graduation, just a day before this post, we local mates went to some place to eat and reminding all such pretty things and he suddenly asked the whole mob to sit quite and I was eagerly waiting what made his look this much anxious and waited along with others.

He started narrating “In our second year while I was sitting in the hut, the hut guy got a call from someone asking for a bulk order of 50 idlis, 50 puris, 50 dosa, and we thought our hut is also developed and hosting parties. Then they entered, these three brats Vivek, Likith and sandeep, they ate everything without leaving anything to us apart from the leftovers: couple of puris and dosa ..!!!”

I gave a mild nod of acceptance and tried explaining the reason for our beasty performance that day, but restrained the thought as they are in no mood to listen and started mocking me. The entire mob knew about the crazy hut experience previously but they all behaved and laughed feeling it still fresh. I thought I may carry one or two dead bodies if they laugh a little more...!!!! huh..!!! naive morons...!!!

P.S: Nothing to say apart from nostalgic and mentioning you two..!! Vivek and Likith..!!

cant capture our exact hut..!! it is also one of its kind

In Nagavali hotel, srikakulam

in chennai egmore

yes..!!! inside hut...

In NIT-Trichy, that brat havnt even asked me whether I want that or not

Ghee rhost..!! T.N famous

ya..! yur guess is r8..!! prasadam counter..!!

In srirangam..!! later I heard its one of the worst place to eat

In srirangam

In srirangam

In chennai..!! rathna cafe..! sambar idly.!! its the best place to eat

Yah..!!! you dont believe.! bt thats our college GMRIT lawn..!!

 

Two sides of a coin

“Hope is the dangerous thing son, it makes a man go insane..!!!”

“Hope is the good thing, even the best thing in this world and no good thing ever dies...!!”

Well, both are controversial perceptions on a common aspect. Yes, it will be as the word perception itself includes diversity and uniqueness.

We cant defend ourselves with a view or we cant offend others views after a certain stage of discussion. We don’t have enough evidence to prove our version being correct. Everything we do and every word we spoke depends on the beliefs we habituate. That may be from family line and society one grew up.

It is unfair to question or to decide the character of the person basing on the above statements (Like a person who believes in hope is an optimist and the one who oppose is a pessimist). It is a misconception that followed in many instances by our human beings.

We know the universal fact that everything based on perception. Not only hope but the most of the things we know, as a 20 year old guy with an optimistically pessimist mind feels that everything depends on perception. Conclusion always based on how we approach and take that particular event. One may find million things in a single event. Very few things remain in the list of ‘independent candidates’ which are constant, atleast to our species. They can be referred as ‘universal facts’.

Now sticking to the hope thing,

            “Hope is dangerous”, well, yes..!! hope is dangerous: When we hope for something to happen or something not to happen, we expect it to happen, when this desire intensifies at certain point of time and no matter how unfair it seems we pray and expect for that to happen. We all know the part which comes after ‘expectation’. Once, twice, thrice.!! Yes we reached our expectation, but what if we fail, what if this person cant accept failure. Even though it seems so natural but the person may not feel so. It continues for a period of time and then the insanity comes into picture. That is the darker side of a person and will come into action.

The brighter view of hope, there is no need to discuss it in detail, as ones mere existence shows the hope we built on ourselves or others or on some great power.

Without the hope of being alive for the next moment, one cant live the present moment. The past is the best example one can look into. If one fails to institutionalize to the hope then everything will be shattered and turns into ashes.

One cant simply assume that there is no person in this earth living without having even the smaller quantity of hope..!! yes, we have lot of people, but when compared to the 7 billion population their number is very less and strictly speaking they too hope for something  which may or may not be physical or virtual thing but they hope for something which is not yet identified by a human diction and feel. Assuming them in the no hope category, their count is very less and precisely it is nothing when compared to the other part.

In a broad sense when we think on what making this much of % of human beings believe and trust in the word or feel called ‘hope’. We can map the reason towards religion. Whatever and whichever the religion one follows the hope and faith on them and life will always be the fundamental things one follows and adapt. Forget about the path for an instant but the best part is one stick to the hope whether it is blindly or logically, it is saving our system.

Let us not wash our brains on how the perception is formed and how it is ruling the both sides of the ‘hope’, its better to accept the brilliant fact that both the sides exist and it keeps the whole system stable. This kind of diplomatic perception makes one feel better. 

Not being a prince..!!

After realizing that it’s almost time to have lunch and missed his routine breakfast, also missed apathetic replies to his dad who always have his own idea of pushing his son to do impossible and the one dad failed to achieve. Apart from that, suggesting a ridicule act of what his colleague’s son have achieved. “What??, that slick achieved, oh..!! damn.!! Why all good things happen to such nerds, why not me instead.?? Fate always tests me huh!! ”. To his misery, his mom adds up with the another ball which is ready to hit his already blood spilled face: Her neighbourhood aunts sweet daughter Julie is selected for a company and starts working with a 14 inch screen electronic device and with a bastard manager who started thinking of nailing her..!!! and aunts explicit narration right from how many times Julie touches her canine while brushing her teeth to  how she follows less calorie food to keep her flesh as required (to whom..!!!). Err..!! blessed manager he seems to be and I bet He bagged lotta punyaas (clean chits) in his before life!!!!.

Glad, by delaying daily schedule for 5 to 6 hrs, these many irked moments one can skip he thought, overjoyed for a moment and listening to a perfect song bithches, bitches ah ha ha ha ha..!!! no no, other perfect song..!!! If I was a flower growing wild and free, All I'd want is you to be my sweet honey bee. ..!!.

After emptying last night regrets into the bin, started to flip the newspaper and found that one cant be blessed so easily. By finding that nothing is going to change in this world as easily apart from levels of ignorance and the stable fact is the level of stupidity will always be same and astonishing. Completing the success manthra by Anupam Kher and live out of regrets by Mani Shankar gave a surprised scope to his life. Again that sarcastic critic RGV’s statement made his optimistic mind and soul destined to garage and bin respectively (back to normal state). Why such persons influence more people, interestingly more than Mahatma Gandhi did influenced followed by Sunny Leone (both are distinctive though!!). Every column is same, leaving me with the London royal baby news Prince George Alexander Louis, the famous kiddo at that small age. Man..!!! Being Prince has its own unnamed privileges (apart from chicks and royal wine).

Covered on the national and international magazines and newspapers, whole paparazzi are waiting for his show..!! Poor prince..!!! not financially , but in the aspects of privacy, amateur fun, smell of street mud, baseball bets for a cent or two. With a bunch of geeks like him roaming on the road wearing flirtiest looks and romantic gestures to the pretty lady who passes by, eating a pizza like a nomad and a burger by opening up the two slices and spreading all vegetables, eating them individually (reverse mapping). Yes..!! Roaming with his childhood sweetheart..!!! Well, prince can’t do all such sort of stuff; I mean people will be obsessed if a prince starts behaving like a primitive (they feel so). They think he became lunatic if they found him along a common man’s job which is not appreciable inside or outside the royal palace. He missed all these childhood memories.

Prince, without having all those unprized possessions; he simply brushes his teeth with a golden brush (after the development of teeth only, even though he is a prince), bathing in a platinum tub while all the cutest chicks found in England standing around his tub (as in movies). Attending royal feasts, strategy development hours, golf to how to drive a plane (if he insists). Poor prince must be missing all the fun..!!!! wait a minute..!!! what he is missing again..!!! smell of mud..?? Well, nobody cares for the smell of mud if he has such privileges and owning an unlimited fortune which is not going to evaporate for the coming 10 generations, + 1 or 2..!!!

Even though both have its own terms one can’t argue: the one with golden brush and the one with plastic brush, both are alike physically, but the brought-up and the future will be completely depending on the family and its scope. Right from education, career, marriage, future and even death too..!!! A prince is likely to be end up in a luxurious coffin.

Both of them envy each other, at least at some point of time, even though it may not be for long time, but the fact is that one envy for one another. Humans right..??? who else..??

Prince may sometimes wait for his mom and dad to turn up and compare him with other kid to show their concern about their son and not to miss even the slightest responsibility towards their son. Our plastic brush guy to wait for a royal feasts with every possible celebrity and politician turning up and kisses his hand..!! kisses..??? for how long??? Daily..!!! whenever your eyes are open..!!!!

What??!!! no..!! that is not a fair game..!!

“No, I don’t want to be prince , I just need my mom to try wake me up for whole morning section, resulted in frustration turning off my fan so that I will move my ass from bed leaving it to my misery, and my dad to compare with that nerd..!! Man..!! I don’t think one will get a chance to curse someone who is a dipshit with absolute timing..!! one must be lucky enough to get a chance to do that..!!!!”
 

P.S: Congrats to the Duke and Duchess of Cambridge for giving a Half blood prince...!!! 

Excuse me sir..!!!

Last week, two young people knocked my door, while my younger brother attended, talking to them and desperately asked for my presence. Mean while I am watching this awesome movie where an actor displays his collection of robot war heads against to the protagonist of that movie..!!! What a timing I thought..!!! I went on and found them young probably completed their MBA or something and carrying a backpack. I thought those are some sales representatives who come on the daily basis to get our warm blessings for their antiques (they feel them so). He introduced himself and called by my name. I was astonished for a moment and later he explained that some boy next door told about me. ‘made an impression’. “Ah..!! am I that famous??”. (Well, it would be cool if that pretty girl in other next door knows me too).

He then took a book from his back pack and is explaining about the contents of that book and some seals of oxford publications with a cost of 2000 rupees on its back and kept that book in my hand. I tried to escape from this usual chat by telling him that I already have one in my collection. But before opening my mouth he told me that he is gifting that 2000/- worth book to me..!!. It seems like finally my wish came true, Dear god, so it is true that you exist..!!! ‘made an impression’.

Wow...!!!! is my only gasping at that moment and he took another book with different content, almost same price tag and he added this to my gift cart, I stood quite innocent and submissive (who wants to avoid gifts anyway, even though it is a child diaper, Err..!! diaper is an unwelcoming thing, chocolate is a better substitute) he asked whether I had a computer, I told yes and he gifted another book. Ohh gawdd..!! its double true that you exist..!!

 He asked whether my parents are graduated or not, I told yes they are, Yuppiee!! he added another book to my hand. I am over whelming..!!! It felt like I won a gold medal in Olympic running race by sitting ideally in my home watching TV while emptying the food which my mom made for me, filled with pleasure, the whole scene is running in my mind.

All those books weight more, due to this my hand is losing grip and divided them with my brother. (It is not my gal frnd r8 to carry her in my arms even though she weights a ton..!!). they say being a girl friend has its own privileges..!!

He asked me, how do you feel now?? I was literally surprised and am waiting for a big surprise unconsciously. Ignoring them, I am flipping the pages of the top book in that pile and observing a myth why women cheat? If electricity comes from electrons, does morality come from morons? What made you gay?? Really interesting piece of work it seems. He stressed the question again to get my attention back from how come always male species???

I shifted my attention towards free pack and it’s like having a cyclone when we are desperate for a drop of water. He started blabbering about the company’s policy and told me: for the advertisement purpose he picked up some 20 students in our area and I am the lucky 18^th one to avail that offer. He started the math of calculating each price of the book and it came to around 12000 rupees and asked me what do you think sandeep? you are getting 12000 rupees worth books free as you are a lucky 18^th.  He smiled for an instant and told me, Sir, you can get all these books for free, no doubt in that, but (now my heartbeat started raising) as they are imported from UK, you have to pay the delivery charges of the shipment and it costs wholesome of 600 rupees per book, so it is 2400 rupees...!!! ‘With this, all the previously created impressions evaporated and substituted with, you are just another professional asshole who is trained and is getting paid to do that nautanki’,‘well played amigo..!!! congo..!! You just won as always’.

He is writing my name on the receipt without my acknowledgement. I told him to stop there and I gave an excuse that I have to consult my father before buying. I went back inside, and returned with a sober look, he got my point and again smiled (of course): don’t worry sir; you can get all these books for 12000 rupees from next week onwards that to in four cornered metropolitan cities.

After thinking a while, I loved the idea of marketing style they have adopted, either one buys them if interested or one advertise the whole event to friends(like I did now). Either way he and the company is gaining, leaving me as victim standing on the doorstep pathetically as I lost both books and the climax scene of protagonist kicking the robot butts in the movie I was watching previously.