A moment..... A lifetime.....

Saw a girl on the street
Peddler , ragged and dry

Asked , surprisingly
whether her book i wanted to buy

Thanks , But no thanks I scoffed
Laughter was all she had
Infectious it was
Caught on like a fire

Saw this girl on the street
Laughing with this girl on the street .

Turned , left like an arrow
Leaving me with a knotted brow
Pondering when we'd meet again
Never , never again
The awakening I had .

Police : The Gaurdians , no doubt .

In Bangalore in September ,October groups of young men get together in annoyingly large numbers to convert the city into a Ganesha abode with every street anchoring one idol .
The street gang to which i belong , being no exception , preparations were full steam ahead . Including getting the perfunctory ' no objection certificate ' from the local police station .
We , around 15 guys trooped into the local neighborhood police station , waving the constable at the doorstep aside (Our gang leader Mr M has blue blood ! !) .
Politely , M started filling the form . We returned it after i checked for spelling errors (also because of the blue blood !!)
BANG!!! He stamped the seal on our application . ' REJECTED ' it screamed . Looking as if he had just been whipped , M smiled one of his ' i'm gonna F$&K you ' smiles . Calmly he took out a handsome note . Nothing . Two notes . Nothing . Five notes . Nothing .
As a last resort , and because his authority was being challenged he took out the 'Bramhastra' His cell phone ! He was thinking of which uncle of his he should call , ''put it away saa'r '' Our noble cop says .
M is angry alright , '' i'm gonna get you transferred '' he says . All the while the rest 14 of us are mute spectators .
'' Please listen to me first '' he pleads .
" 5000 bucks aint enough for you eh ? " M counters .
" please saa'r listen , its not about the money ! "
" 8000 last call ! or your out "
Noble Cop finds his bearings and says '' There is a bloody large terrorist threat in Bangalore this time , nobody is being given permission for large gatherings on the streets !! '' , '' when i say nobody , I mean NOBODY !!" He bellows .

We beat a silent retreat to find a nice plot , garage or compound to hold the festivities .

The lowdown : Old scooter's with K and N's

K and N are known world over for their high performance air filters , a large number of guys are fitting vehicles of every type with k and n filter . Me being a shallow pocketed Indian went for the K and N look alike air filter and got it coupled to the 100cc 8bhp two stroke 1990 model kinetic honda .
The pick up has jumped and growl is like music . Mileage has not dropped appreciably . Trouble is two stroke engines get heated very quickly with a filter (My kine gets sweating as quicly as 3 kilometers) . This is because the compression ratio has increased two fold . One of the easy options (i have talked to numerous mechanics in Bangalore) would be to increase the viscosity of the fuel . Other options include getting a smaller fuel Jet , Fitting the filter inside a box (both of which spoil the filters effect) . Increase the ratio of 2 stroke engine oil from 20ml per litre to 60ml . That way your engine will keep calm for a longer time . I would like to add that this problem only plagues two stroke engines . Four stroke have no known side effects to filters .

Easy way to a : Governemt Job

Wanna get a government job like a cake walk ? Avoid all reservation hurdles and bribing fat nepotic politicians .
Really simple , go abroad and simply lend your SIM card to one of the many terrorist organizations , it gets even better if your cousin or a buddy himself is a cold blooded terrorist . Get arrested . Get yourself free by charging the foreign government with racism or the likes . Come back to India and voila you would have been transformed into an instant celebrity with the most paparazzi coverage . Wait for a coupla days and the Chief minster will probably end up at your hide out and will offer you a coveted government job . Simply outrageous .

The Quintessial Terrorist

As a sequel to my previous article , accusing Bangalore born blue eyed chocolate boys as not worth being called terrorists here is someone whom i think is worth his salt a terrorist . This is written outta admiration for the shy unknown Oklahoma bomber .
April 19, 1995 :
Timothy Mcveigh the big Gun totting , big apple American , gulf war veteran drove and parked a 3000 kilo truck bomb in the parking lot of the P Murrah building in the Oklahoma city , Oklahoma state . The Murrah building is/was a building housing The bureau of alcohol , tobacco and firearms and the drug enforcement administration . His pent up anger for the American government he wrote and enclosed in a brown paper envelope in the dashboard of his getaway car . Planned and exucuted with brilliance that amazes everyone , He almost turned himself in by driving away from the bombing scene in his yellow car without registration , insurance and carrying a loaded firearm under his jacket . The Police swooped down on him in no less than 56hours after the bombing . With absolutely no-remorse about what he had done , he apparently described it like a successful science project . Talk of conviction .

Death toll : 167 people . He accepted the death sentence without apologizing for his actions . Timothy McVeigh was executed by lethal injection on morning of June 11 , 2001 . He had turned himself into a one man army . The FBI are groping in the dark trying to tie up loose ends about where he got the explosives and training from .

The t-shirt he was wearing says "Sic semper tyrannis " meaning "thus always to tyrants ".