A Driving License Needed…

Let' me first come to the main point : I DON’T HAVE A DRIVING LICENSE.

Well, I had one, but some crazy fellow dared to enter House No. 490 on 5th May 2007, and walked out unharmed, richer by 5 mobiles, my wallet, some 20 bucks, my PAN card, and my DRIVING LICENSE.

That was my first Driving License, it wasn’t a genuine one though. This little piece of paper made me 5 years older. Though I was born in the year of the BOAR, i.e, 1983, the date of my birth was shown as 1978. Whenever any one doubted my not being an adult, I would promptly show them my Driving License. With this forged piece of evidence, I have evaded so many fines and challans throughout India, mainly the North, South and the East.

Without it also, I have been able to survive the check posts of the Bangalore Traffic Police for quite some time. And I was very proud of it. Last week, somebody asked me, “How come you don’t have a DL?”

I said, “Dude! Who needs a license to drive in Bangalore? There are so many vehicles in Bangalore. You would have to be a very very unlucky guy if you are caught without a license.You can be booked for riding without a helmet, jumping red lights, driving without a number plate, and if you accidently happen to hit a policeman head-on. But you have to be the most unlucky person in the world, if you get caught for riding without a DL”.

And the next time I was riding a bike, well, I guess, I was the most unlucky guy in the whole world that night. Mr. Rwitam Mitra, had to be dropped at his house in Marathalli, for which we had to enter the Outer Ring Road. I was imagining how the cold winds would make me shiver when I will be on full throttle on the empty roads. But, before we could hit the deserted Outer Ring Road, Felix’s always-lit-pulsar’s-head-lights showed me a police waving his “danda” in-front of us.

Little did Mitra know about my loss of that fateful night. The first question he asked, “Tere pass hai na?”

I have hearts of steel, but I was not sure how Mitra would react to my denial. So, I said, “yes I have”. Just before hitting the brakes hard enough, I had second thoughts of using the throttle instead, but I changed my mind. So, we stopped.

There were 3 policemen. Each of them were busy attending to other unlucky people. One of them asked me for my License. I pretended to search my wallet hoping that I would find a pice of paper that would at-least look like a Driving License. Hehe…Seriously, I was thinking this…

But at-last, I gave up. Now the policeman asked me to hurry up and went away to another biker. There were around 5-6 people waiting to show-off their DLs to these policemen. So, we had plenty of time. Mitra did have a license, and we though of a plan. We swapped our roles. It was dark, and we put our brains to work. When the policeman came back, Mitra showed him his license, snatching the helmet from me. Hahahaha… 

The policeman took it and started examining it, asking general questions about our addresses and purpose of late night journey. Everything seemed to be working, till another policemen came along and stood near us. He smelled something fishy, and finally realized the anomaly. Shaaaaaah!!!! Caught again. They asked for the bike’s RC, pollution certificate and insurance, which Felix said, were at House No.490.

We knew what had to be done now. I started counting my money in my wallet in my mind. But, how were we going to make an open offer for bribe to this man? Mitra tried his best to convince them, that we were good people, and are aware of the mistake that we have committed and asked them to leave us just like that. That was not going to happen. I hope Mitra wasn’t very serious about such a thing happening.

Finally, the policeman asked, “How much do you have”. Mitra answered first. “40 bucks”…

What the hell!!!! Weren’t the pop corns and cold-drinks enough?? I had to pay here also?? Well, in the dark, I put my fingers in my wallet, and pulled out 2 notes, in the dark. They were 2 Hundred Rupee Notes. “Unlucky the second time”.

In 2 minutes, everything was settled. We were warned and let off. Just before running off, I thanked the policeman, and he replied, “No Problems Beta”. All the way, till I reached home safely after dropping off Mitra near his house, I was extra cautious, in the look out for another check point. But there were none. I guess, the clock had struck 12, and the unlucky day was over. Thank God!!! We were not drunk, else we would have been behind bars.

The next day, I searched the Karnataka Government website for details on how to obtain a DL. Realizing that I had to spend at-least Rs.200 and dont-know-how-many-hours, I thought, I would just avoid the check posts from now on. I still don’t have a DL.

Lakshya : Ek Film

Well, about that Mock that I wrote about in my last post, I performed only marginally better from the previous ones, but if you ask me how far I am from cracking the CAT now, I would say, technically just 2 months, but actually, I DON'T KNOW.

Just after the mocks, when I came back home, and finally checked my score, as usual, I figured out that my percentile would be somewhere around 60. This thought alone was good enough to push my confidence and moral down to the Center of the Earth. Well, don't worry. This is normal. This happens after every mock. I put aside all those damn books, question papers, solutions, the damn pencil, pen and everything that might remind me of my failures, and pick up my laptop. In such situations, there are some specific Bollywood movies that you can watch, which might cheer up your mood and bring back your confidence levels.

Par panga ye hai...ki dheere dheere.....I have started feeling that CAT is just out of my reach. Kam se kam ek mock ka score to 90 %ile ke upar aagaya hota. Har mock me rock-bottom %iles, par phir bhi hausle buland, ki chalo....ye to "MOCKS" hai, real CAT to November 16th ko hai. Are bhai, koi magic thodi hi ho jayega?? Film thodi hi hai, ki director ko kahani puri karni hai, to hero ke paas supernatural powers aajayega?? Hritik thodi hi hun, ki 800 metre ki sidhi chadhai kar lunga, aur woh bhi usme se 100 meter ki chadhai raat ke andhere me. Sunny Deol thodi hi hun, ki "pata-nahi-kitne" machine guns ki goli khake chilaaun border pe ... "Kutte me tera khoon pi jaunga".....

Ye life hai, film nahi....aur woh filmo me bas acting hi karte hain....logon ko bewakoof banate hain...I mean, koi koi filmo me to log time machine leke past me chale jaate hain...matlab had hai...Angrezi filme to aur mahan....Blackouts me jaake...past hi badal dete hain.....Aisa thodi hi hota hai life me....

So, I have decided now, not to watch any inspirational movies from now on. Ek movie thi... "Peaceful Warrior"...Kya dialogs, kya funde, me to usko dekhne ke baad, 2 din tak sochta rehta tha ki me kuch bhi kar sakta hun...par 2 din ke baad sab wapas normal....I mean, its just a complete waste of time. I am going to delete all films like this from my system. Bakwaas ye sab
sab movies dekhna...Time Waste...

Aur waise, blogging bhi time waste hi hai...Ye blog padhne ke baad, logon ke comments kuch aise honge....

"Oye, hota hai...don't lose hope".....Are...80 saal tak hope rakhunga to kya faida??

"Failures are stepping stones to success".... Mere pair me bahut chot lag chuki hai...ab koi langda hoga, to kaise chadhega ??

Par mujhe pata hai, ki kal se phir me CAT ke liye padhna chalu kar dunga...

If you want to feel in what state of mind I am in right now... here are some facts:

- I have not even cleared the cut-offs of a single section in any of the mocks.
- Ek mere type ke bande ne ek mail ka reply kiya hai :
"I think I have figured out what I need to have to crack CAT:
1. Chidi's Quant and DI (Exceptionally good in these)
2. Suri's VA (Exceptionally good here, and horrible rarely)
3. Psycho's Accuracy of Inaccuraccy in these sections (Thats Meeeee!!!!!)

Par phir bhi, "Haunsle Buland" Ye pata nahi...mere me itna saara patience kahan se aagaya...I want to get rid of it...

Yet Another BLOG...

I don't know what has happened to me. Every now and then, a new topic for my new blog crops up from no where. I find it very difficult to put all of those into a single blog, since they cannot be categorized into a single box(versatility, is it??). So I am opening up yet another blog for the public to put in some more content onto those google servers which boast of so much free space. Right now, I have 6 different blogs, of which, I have decided to merge a few, and delete one of them. I think, I am addicted to blogging now.

Very recently, I came across a very wonderful blog, which had around 100 posts, all of them made me laugh till my stomach hurt. And my count would be somewhere less than 50, taking into account, all the posts from all of my blogs. And if I were to read them myself someday, it would make me laugh as well, though most of them have some serious contents. There are people, who write daily, and that really surprises. I am sure, such serious bloggers cannot be engineers. They might be something else, even auto-rickshaw drivers, but definitely not engineers. Because, we engineers, as every single one of them would agree with me, that "WE" can never be consistent, organized and blah blah blah etc etc. As usual, short of good adjectives.

Well, as per my blogging experience, I would like to say that, getting an idea is as easy as switching on your television. But completing or putting up content relevant to the idea is as difficult as deciding on the channel which you and your wife could watch without having a serious discussion about your relationship. What the hell I am writing?? Does it seem relevant to the blog's title. Frankly speaking... I don't care. I just created this new blog, and didn't want this new born baby to not to have their parents' attention. And, what more fitting title could I have given to this first post of my 7th and perhaps the last blog I would be creating (no guarantee). Blogging is sometimes like creating music for me, though I am not an established musician, not even a blogger, as the dictionary would suggest, but I have had many responses to my posts.Some of them seem nice, some of them, cursing me for wasting my and their time, and some of them just saying "Hello". Some of them are just one-liners, like "Zeher", "Keep it going" and some of them really explanatory, 90% of the commentators were either forced by myself to comment on my posts while, the rest 10% of them did it, since they too wrote blogs, and hoped that I would show some gratitude. Well, I also sometimes comment on really pathetic posts for the same reasons.

Its 1 o'clock in the night, and I have to wake up in the morning, to run for the MOCK CAT test. Thanks for commenting on advance.