Common men uncommon wisdom

Words of wisdom from my friends
"its becomes a monologue where you have to force the other one to talk"
“I would be lying if I say I am putting in my 100% because I am putting in 110”

Beautiful Nights

I was always fascinated by nights but it was the hostel life that made me a real night person. So now I live by the principle “Problems starts with the day and end at night”. This love of nights also gave me three hobbies. It made me a fan of reading, dreaming and sleeping in the class the next day. It also made me a part of many thought provoking discussions at school and college hostels.

It is the beautiful sound of the night that interested me in school and home. The crocking of the frogs, the chirping of cricket, the cicada songs, fluttering of bats having a busy night, the sound of bugs that hit the widow panes like missiles directed by the light inside the room, the friendly neighborhood cat chasing rats, street dogs on night patrol etc. The entire feel gets better with monsoon. The frogs get more active. The rain and occasional thunder adds to the orchestra. The drizzle gives a small humming sound and the thunderstorm overpowers all other sounds. The heavy downpour with thunder also gives a feeling of happiness mixed with fear and respect. Water dripping into the small puddles as the rain stops gives a clinging sound. Then the inevitable power cut happens. Mostly due to some tree that has fallen on the power lines. The sound of night seems amplified as the fan stops working. There is the occasional humming of mosquitoes as they get into action. We can hear people twisting and turning restlessly in sleep.

Night time in Bangalore has a very different feel. The nights are more silent. Only things I can hear is my flat mate snoring or an occasional sound of a car or bike zooming past or some neighbour playing the TV loud. It used to be different at school and is different at home. The second best part of staying up late is to sit lazily reading a book, often reading between the lines and dreaming.

But the best part comes next day morning. The best part of staying late is to get up late in the morning and realize that I am the last to start working.

The News on Paper

Some time back I read Three Mistakes of My life by Chetan Bhagat. Well I never felt anything special about the Book. I should say Chetan Bhagat is yet to repeat a quality one like Five Point Someone.

But anyway, I remember a few lines from the book every time I read a news paper nowadays “Why do old people love news papers so much? They love reading the news but what do they do about it? ...”
Well at least old people have something to look out for in Obituary. Youngsters do not even need to look for that, anyway they are also mostly non-reactive elements of our society.

The Times of India guys definitely figured that out even before it dawned to Govind. So they make the newspaper less depressing by adding colorful pictures and a not to mention my favorite Bangalore Times supplement with Calvin & Hobbes and Garfield.

Also the protagonist Govind is not like me after all, if Chetan Bhagat was to write on me he would have to Call it 300 Mistakes of My life.