The 25th April

25th April 1997:

That was the last day of our seventh class exams. Social Studies. I filled up the bit-paper in 10 min. I was overwhelmed with joy. I felt like screaming and jumping in the examination hall. I don’t know whether it was because the tensioned exam days were over or it was because of the coming most-awaited-summer-holidays. Then one of the teachers came and leaked the bit paper answers (I think this is why they have aborted the seventh class public exams, now). I realized that I had made two mistakes in the bit paper. But who cares? I wanted to get away from that place and run screaming "I love Summer". It was very hard for me to sit and wait in that 15 min. I don’t know Einstein’s theory of relativity then, otherwise I would have known why that 15 min seemed so long. And then the bell rang and I came out running and got into the school bus. Most of the faces are glowing just like the sun in the summer. I tore some pages from my notebook and then the bus started. We made those papers into small pieces and flied them onto the road outside. We don’t know what we are doing. Only thing we have in our mind is "We are going back! Going home! Summer holidays!!!” The bus reached our school. My dad was waiting there. I rushed like a rocket and hugged him. Within two hours, we were in my village.

Next day. I woke early in the morning at 5:00 pm. It was a beautiful morning with those chirping sounds of birds. I thought "How beautiful it is in this village environment?” I got ready quickly. I went to the kitchen and asked my mom
"What is the Tiffin?”
"Dosa"
"I am bored of eating dosa's and idlies. Gimme some mangoes ma!!!"
I ate 5 big mangoes happily. My mom was screaming behind me "It is not good for health to eat that many mangoes at once".
My dad chuckled and said "Let my son eat whatever he wants".
I asked "Are you going to the farm? I will also come with you".
My mom quickly responded "NO! NO! Don’t go into the sun. It will affect you. You will get sun stroke".
I looked at my father, he smiled and then we (me, my father and two of my cousins) started walking to our farm. It’s about 4-5 Kms. We were very much excited. It seemed that those fields, those ducks in the water, those cranes waiting for fishes, everything and everyone was excited about the summer. We went to our fields, played in that bore water till we were exhausted and then took rest in that dry grass and came back with the same excitement and enthusiasm. We had a sumptuous lunch with the fishes from our village's local pond. It was so tasty that you could never forget that taste in your life.

In the afternoon, mom ordered strictly not to go out. I waited carefully till everyone was sleeping. And then I moved out on tip-toe, like a cat, without making any noise. I met my old friends and we quickly divided ourselves into two teams and started playing the much famous one-tappa-gully-cricket. I still remember all those curses and scolding we got from our neighbors. When we were completely wet with sweat we stopped the game, we sat there and talked about the latest WWF matches and the cricket matches. We collected our pocket money and bought the ice fruit from the street hawkers and ate it as if it was amrutham. (My mom specially warned me while giving the money, not to eat those ice fruits). And then I went back home completely exhausted. My mom started to scold me but became soft, took me and gave a clean bath. I intentionally took a light dinner and then ate a lot of thati-munjalu with all excitement. We lied down on the top of our house. Counting those stars, watching the full moon, hearing the bed time stories of my grandfather, I slept.

25th April 2008:

Now, I wake up at 7:00 am. There is no excitement in life. There are no exams now. We only have software releases now. We don’t like summer now. Infact we hate summer now (For that matter, we hate rainy season and winter season also). We are now addicts of A/C and internet. We just sit in this small cubicle with A/C all the time to avoid the sun. Whenever we want to talk to people, we ping them on IM or some messenger, even though the person is in next cubicle. We write scraps in orkut. Whenever we want to express opinions, we don’t meet, we just write blogs and distribute (just like this one). We don’t need anyone's help, we don’t follow our friend's instructions but we just follow those googled search results. If internet is down then everything is down. Life will be upside down.

Whenever we go out we apply all kinds of sunscreen lotions and moisturizers to avoid the sun. We go to A/C Gym’s to do our regular exercises. We go to A/C restaurant to eat some costly-tasteless-fish-curry. We don’t sleep in the open air environments anymore. We live in air-tight rooms with split A/C's. We don't eat mangoes anymore we just drink fresh mango juice or canned mango juice. We don't play in water anymore. Infact, we hate any water that is flowing outside (and also we never care to complaint about such things. We just hate). We hate ice fruits and thati-munjalu now. We just taste ice creams in A/C restaurants.

Even now, our parents, uncles are going still going out to their usual works in the same sun. Only we, software engineers, have changed. All those beautiful summer holidays are crap now. Only thing that is important now is Career. We are just bloody professionals now.

P.S:- This blog is dedicated to the person who inspired me to write this.

Survive,Breed and Multiply

Life is dry now and so are my eyes. I cried all the night and there are no more tears left in my eyes. A single night has taken away everything from me. I lost my wife and 20 children yesterday night. iss! my body is paining like hell. I lost two of legs. I am unable to move in my usual speed. I am completely filled with grief and revenge. I have to take revenge on this creatures but I am so small infront of them. I just can't do anything. I am helpless. what should I do know? I have no feeling to live now. For what should I live now? For whom? I hate myself. Atleast I couldnt get my wife's deadbody. I wanted to die. I went near the fire. Its very hot. I wanted to jump into that. Then remember an old voice inside my head, which said "Live! Live as long as you can!Survival is our aim".


I closed my eyes and remembered that scene.It was my third birthday. My grandmother brought a sweet for me and I ate it with delight. I have never eaten such kind of stuff. I asked my grandmother "when will my next birthday come?". she laughed and said "after one month". And then she kissed my head and said "May God bless you! may your live completely and celebrate your 25 birthdays (~ 2 years)".

And then she said "Baby! You are old enough now.Let me tell our great history. This is the information that I heard from my grand parents,which is passed down from millions of our generations. We, cockroaches, are considered to be living from very very long time (300 million years). Some of our ancestors have lived with gigantic creatures,whose feet can cover millions of us.Those were the dangerous times. Time has changed, some creatures are not seen now-a-days.New creatures have evolved. But we are the ultimate survivors. It has always been a tought time for us. There are enemies every whereever,especially these creatures called humans, try all possible ways to kill us.We have survived in all possible living conditions.O my dear! As you grow old,remember only one thing in your life.Live! Live as long as you can!Survival is our aim.Survive,breed and multiply as much as possible.Happy Birthday my dear".


I understood my duty. I know what to do know. I moved slowly. First I went to the big basin where water used to come suddenly as a flood for sometime and stops suddenly (sink). This is the place where we lived when I was young. Whenever there was water flood, I used to go into it, float for some time and come back. It was fun time. I went there and found two of friends there alive.I told them my plan. Then I moved ahead.

I went to the (dust) bin, where I fell in love with my wife some time back. I was very hungry and was running to find out something to eat. This is our favourite place. We can find readymade food at any time here. I ran fast onto to the top of it. Then I found myself moved away from ground. Ah! I realized that someone is picking up that bin, I closed my eyes and jumped down. I have observed that someone else is also falling along with me. When I landed on the floor, I saw her from my half closed eyes.She saw my situation and offered the food that she was carrying with her. It was a beautiful experience. "OH! you are alive?". I came back to sense and found my uncle there. I told him the plan and move ahead.

Then I went to this place, which is almost always moist (bathroom). This is the place where I proposed my wife. After that bin encounter, I moved all around to find her. I have waited a long time at the bin, to find her again. She came there once. We moved around there, collected some food and when we are about to leave, I asked her how to find her again she told me that she will leave traces of her (called phermones) smelling which I can easily find her. It was true. After some days, I felt like seeing her. I had traced her and found her in this place. I proposed her. She said Yes. Now. I found some of her relatives and told them the plan.

Then I moved ahead to my favourite place. This is a small place. The inside of it is very cool and when we come out of it, it is very hot (Refrigator). This is a special place. Here we have spent the first days after our marriage. It is splendid inside that box. We made our first love here. I found some of the young couples enjoying their honeymoon here and told them the plan.

And I moved to all those places, small small holes, darker spots, where I hide my wife, when she was pregnant. Now, I found some of the pregnant ladies and told them the plan.

The plan is this, one member from each family will come and attend the meeting. I choose one dark,warm and humid spot as the meeting place. This is the place where my wife produced the eggs of my 20 children and hatched them.


I went to the meeting spot and waited there for everyone to arrive. When sufficient coackroaches have come I started my speech. "My dear fellow coachroaches! Yesterday we have witnessed one of the greatest massacres I have ever seen in my life. I lost my wife and my 20 children. We have to take revenge. Everyone of us. Don't bother how? You might be wondering how we being such small creatures take revenge on those creatures. Yes we can! It is very easy. I will tell how!

I once happened to fall from the top on to the head of a human. With the help of a smooth slope(hair) from it's head I ran fast to the floor. It(she) saw me and jumped and screamed. Another human saw me and tried to kill me. Thanks to my speed (12feet per sec) I have escaped successfully. So, I concluded that some of the humans are scared of us.Now,our job is to scare them more than they have ever thought to be.

How? Simple. Surive, breed and multiply. These humans use many techniques to kill us. First of all, they will reduce the waste left on floors and bins. We need to attack every piece of food that is found. Most of the humans,don't clean that dirty-stinking-moist place (bathroom) well. That is the best place for us to survive. Go there! You can multiply 100 times before then can find out.Then they use some white colour powder(boric acid) to kill us. Never ever eat that. You will slowly die if you eat that stuff. They use some baits and traps to catch us. Never eat any substance that you find to be suspicious. Whenever they try to kill you by beating. Just run. Run as fast as you can. Remember they being big and stout can't move as fast as we can. Sometimes, they use a spray which used to kill us. Now we have become immune to that. Breed well and pass your immunity to your next generations. Now this is the mantra 'Survive,breed and multiply'. Let us all multiply by 100 times as soon as possible and let us show them our power, our right to live". Everyone nodded happily. I am happy. Very soon(within 2 weeks), my limbs are going to grow back. After that I need to find a new wife and start my revenge. I moved away hearing a loud scream "Survive,Breed and multiply".

P.S:- Yesterday night, we killed some lakhs of cockroaches in our room.I myself have killed thousands of cockroaches with my hand (first time in my life). I felt bad about that. This blog is dedicated to all those cockroaches which were killed in that massacre.

A Little Precious Gem

Brief Intro:: Just trying some different stuff this time.

Lemme tell you a story about a prince and his precious gem. Once upon a time there was a prince. One day he went to a jungle, full of wild animals. He was lost in that jungle and it was night. He found a small gem, radiating luminous light in that darkness. This gem helped him to get back to his kingdom. The next day when he saw that gem, it was dull and gloomy. The prince was shocked. He has treasured that gem but somehow it was lost (The prince later learnt that the gem chooses its owner and its position). The prince almost forgot about that gem.

Later after some time, a gem-trader brought his collection of gems. The prince liked the gems. He bought them all. In those gems, he found his old-gloomy-gem. He could spontaneously identify that. Its always gloomy. But it is special. Because whenever you are in need, it will glow and drives away the darkness. So, the prince liked it very much. Although it was gloomy most of the time, the prince used to spend a lot of time with that gem. He used to laugh with it. He used to talk with it. This small gem has driven away his loneliness. He was very happy with that gem. And so, he has asked his gold merchant to embed that gem into his necklace(so that it will be close to his heart). The prince became happier than ever. And time passed like that. Suddenly, the prince observed that gem was becoming more and more gloomy these days. He felt sad. And then he gave it to gold merchant to cut it and make it brighter.

The gem was properly cut and it looked brighter than ever. The prince has embedded the gem into his necklace and he is happy that the gem is now looking brighter. But because of some sharp edges of the gem, it made scars on his chest. Prince beared those scars for sometime. But after some time, he changed the position of the gem. He embedded that gem to his bracelet instead. But after a day or two, he lost that gem. He felt very bad about that. He sat lonely and thought about that gem- remembering his happy days with that gem. He became sober and sober day-by-day. Whenever he slept, he got only one dream. The dream in which he went to the same jungle, where he found that gem and then he is screaming all around "O! My Little Precious Gem"....."O! My Little Precious Gem". And then he woke up with excitement. He opened his palm and found a little gem in his hand. And the Prince cried aloud "O! My Little Precious Gem! I have realized my mistake. Its a mistake. I have never known that. I realized it, that you choose your owner and your position. Its my mistake to change your position. Whether you are in my necklace or in my bracelet, you are one of those very few things that are close to my heart. I am sorry. Please, Please gimme a chance... A Chance to retain your position. The loss of little-stripes-of-skin is nothing compared to your loss. I have learnt the enormity of sadness that strikes when we loose things. I have understood what you have lost. Why dont you come back? Why dont you give me one more chance?." He tried to touch it with his other hand. Its not a gem. Its a droplet of water.And then the story continued like that. The prince became sick and sober. He never ruled his kingdom. The prince waited throughout his life for a little-precious-gloomy-gem, which never returned.