Dil Mein Mere Dard-E-Disco

Dil Mein Mere Dard-E-Disco

02:37 am.  I woke up with excruciating pain near my right chest. It felt immense. I checked my air conditioner. 16 Degree Celsius it displayed. But, I could feel sweat dripping from my forehead. Random thoughts crossed my mind. It made me sweat profusely. I tried to turn my side and sleep again. But, I couldn’t. Pain was still persistent. I wanted to google my symptoms, but as usual, my phone’s battery was dead. I was shit scared by now. 

This doesn’t look good now, I thought. I have to wake my parents, before this gets worse.  I got down from my bed, and tried to walk. My feet were trembling; I had never felt so weak before.

Dad! Dad! I shouted. Take me to the hospital as soon as possible. I am having heart attack.

“How many times I have told you to get fit! You broke a chair when you tried to sit a few days back and now…  Ok get in the car fast”.

At least I escaped a lecture from my dad this time, but my mind played the same thought again and again.

“I don’t want to die virgin!”  

      

We reached the nearest hospital.  I requested to call for a stretcher. And, I was taken to the cardio department. This looked scary. The attendant bought few electrodes with him, took off my shirt and applied some gel on my chest.

“I have seen such things in films, said a voice in my mind”.

The attendant attached the electrodes on my chest.

“They are going to give me a shock now!”

I prepared my mind for this procedure

But luckily I was proved wrong, and I was not electrocuted.  The doctor was studying my ECG graph. I tried to study that too.  And for the first time I felt that studying for CA is better than observing these dancing “P”, “Q”, “R”, “S” waves. I wonder now, how I know that these ways are called “P”, “Q”, “R”, “S” waves. Maybe I should have really gone for IIT and then for MBBS. But it was irrelevant now.

After careful observation, those electrodes were taken off my body. I wore my shirt again and was told to wait outside.

My dad looked tense. “You are going to go for jogging from tomorrow. I don’t want to see you at home in the evening….”

We were called in again by the attendant. The doctor was scribbling something and maintained an acute expression.

This doesn’t look good I thought again. I made up my mind to undergo a surgery.

The doctor asked if the pain was still there. I didn’t respond. He asked again with a stern voice. But, I was not listening. I was lost in my own world, but was brought back to my senses when my dad shouted.

“I can’t move my muscle” I said.

“Ok, you need to take these medicines. You wait outside, meanwhile I will explain to your dad”

                                                                                                                                                                                                               

The wait outside seemed like ages. What could have possibly gone wrong with me? I wondered.

Dad finally came out and handed me the prescription given by doctor. The file had also mentioned about the cause for the chest pain.

I took the file, fearing the worst.

It read:

 "Name of the patient: Tej Kumar"

 "Age: 24"

 "Weight: 2 short of century"

 “Pain caused due to muscle sprain”

“Medicine: Iodex and PanD(for Acidity)”

“Remedy: Exercise and weight loss”

I was left speechless and I hoped I won’t break a chair due to my weight.   

 All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons is purely coincidental. :P       
                                                     

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When it rains, its happiness..

" when it rains, its happiness.. When you see the sea, you feel peace"

Rains are just amazing , season of lovemaking.... The scorching heat which made earth Nothing less than Sun, cools down .

Earth and plants indulge in the process of creation, and so do animals. Monsoon is the season of Procreation.

As the first drop touches the soil, the passion of love starts ...this love takes its highest form with the first smell of love. The very sweet smell emanates from the soil,  and it acts as an aphrodisiac . Every living being gets lost in the amazing world of the monsoon.

 
The rain wets the earth, and the romance sets in...and you see greenery around.

The trees sway in the monsoon winds , peacocks dances to lure their peahens. The River fills up, starts flowing towards their journey to meet her love ,the Ocean.

The mating Season of fishes and animals, the love spreads in , creating an ambiance of goodness and peace.

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An Another Summer Evening

I love the Sunday evenings, especially the summer evenings with warm breeze , the silence which makes me imagine and brings the writer out of me.

Bade buzurg kehte hai
" More hot the summer is ,more the chance of getting a good rainfall". Earth heats up like a heated tava ,sweat trickles down your forehead, which takes a toll on your mind, body and soul.

Today, the heat was enervating, so I decided to calm myself by having a cool ice cream. It's always great to have an ice cream shop neat to your house. I thank gods for this kindness. The warm breeze that was naughtily poking my nose stopped as my ice cream approached me. I had ordered a tender coconut ice cream, a rare flavour for ice creams by Naturals.  The sweet,yummy and soothing taste of this ice cream makes me nostalgic and takes me back to my childhood days.

I remember there was a time when we used to have golas , ice cream . I still remember golawala uncle making golas with customized flavor, and me insisting him to put flavor more into the ice. Kalakhtta , orange ,mango and what not, it was fun back then and it would cost just 5 to 10 bucks.

We used to have ice cream in small cups for 5 bucks, and today i had to shell 50 bucks for the same. Back then we had vadapavs for 3 to 4 bucks and now the same things costs nothing less than 15.

I am a foodie, and I love exploring new cuisines, new tastes I love everything, be it Gola, Biryani, Sweets or Mocktails.
Its fun when you try street food at its place of origin. You get its authentic taste. But the Khau gallis today, are experimenting and bringing new fusion and dimensions to our taste buds. Chinese Bhel, Schezwan doza, Pasta cooked in barbeque style with extra cheese are slowly integrating in the menu of  our street food.   As I believe " there's a place for everything".
And I am signing off now with a small joke.

An Italian visits a street pasta shop in Mumbai and orders for a plate of pasta. He is astonished with the amount of cheese added to his dish.

Italian: Is this cheese on pasta or pasta on cheese?

Cook: Sir, This is our authentic pasta.

Italian: What kind of cheese is this? Mozzarella,   Cheddar, or Swiss cheese?

Cook: Sir, this is Govardhan cheese!! Hahahaa
  

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My perfect Summer Evening

A PERFECT EVENING 

It's Sunday evening with ek cup chai and biscuits along with gentle breeze with euphony of  chirping sparrows.

Coco Chanel once said,
                                  "Fashion fades , only Style remains the same"


Its a perfect summer mood. It makes me think , visualize and imagine new things. Summer this year have been preposterous (how eager I  was to use this word) and more clumsy inspiring me to go to my workplace and have a AC ki thandi hawa.

I am the child of 90's , proud of having watched movies in black and white TV, small dabba and a big dabba TV and eventually a flat TV or should I say smartphone.

I know the feeling of playing cricket and  hide and seek on the playground and Candycrush on my phone  travelling.

I have tasted the crispy pani puris from the chowpatty and  burgers or peetzah's from the famous outlets.

I am the child of 90's knows books cannot replace the e books or kindle's.

I am the child of 90's ends my first blog with lots of wishes for the coming time ahead.

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Moto X Play Browser Lag

Ever since I updated my moto x play to marshmallow, I started experiencing lags in my browser. Initially, I thought it was chrome issue but even other browsers such as firefox weren't smooth.

Websites such as wikipedia started crashing. This was quite annoying as all the other apps were running fine. I googled the same and found that several users faced the same problem. I scrolled through a lot of forums. Some users had suggested a fix. The fix didn't involve rooting and stuff which could have made the warranty void, rather it was a simple workaround.


The steps of the workaround are as follows:

1. Go to settings.

2. Click on 'Accessibilty'(Located at the bottom).

3.  Turn off all the accessibility services such as moto voice etc.

The fix has a good success ratio.

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The stranger - II

“Let’s get on with the journey.”

The bus was halted as Raghu had once again witnessed the mysterious man. The driver was all set to start the bus when he saw the huge rocks tumbling down the mountain. Raghu was besides the driver. They both were shell shocked to see the landslide right in front of their eyes. Landslides occur when the gravitational force exceeds the strength of the materials that compose the slope. Landslides can be initiated by rainfall, earthquakes, stream erosion or a combination of any of these factors. But, at the moment Raghu and the driver could only manage to witness the nature’s fury with disbelief.

The road which had existed a few minutes was all gone now. The thundering sound of the landslide had woken up the other passengers of the bus. They were all shocked to see the terrible sight. This had happened in the month of August so rainfall could have been one of the reasons for the initiation of the landslide. All the passengers were now gripped with fear. However, the onslaught of the nature stopped at a few meters away from where the bus was now standing.

“We’re very lucky” said a passenger with trembling fear.

“Let’s get out of here as quickly as possible” came a voice from the backseat of the bus.

“I know of an alternate route. It is a long route but we are left with no other option.”

The driver drank some water, regained his composure and they again set out. He didn’t want to waste any more time as that area was prone to landslide.

 Raghu, meanwhile, couldn’t believe that a few minutes of delay had saved them. He had got off the bus for just a few minutes which was the reason why they were still alive.  He cleared his mind of these thoughts and took out his phone. He contacted the police helpline and gave them details of the landslide. No other passenger could sleep till they had reached the destination. 

Raghu had desired to take the day off after a strenuous journey but impending work meant that he had to report to his office. The bank staff would gather at lunch time to share their day’s work, the new policies that were being implemented and also to discuss their day to day life. Raghu narrated the landslide incident and how lucky they were to escape the predicament unscathed.

One of his co-workers, Sanjay said “You should seek the blessings of the god.” He then told him about a nearby temple which was quite popular among the locals. Raghu wasn’t a very religious person but, nonetheless he believed in gods. He accepted his friend’s invitation to go and seek the blessings once their work was done.

Raghu and Sanjay both set out for the temple. It took them some time to reach the temple.  Like all other temples in Goa, this was also beautifully carved. The temple was empty barring the priest and one more devotee. The devotee was an old man supposedly in his 70’s. He was a regular visitor and came to the temple every day.

 Raghu walked up to the idol and just as he looked at the idol he stood there frozen. His expressions changed rapidly. He was astonished. The other devotee who was present there looked at Raghu and said” I know what you’re feeling right now. I have also passed through the same disbelief and amazement. I’ll tell you a story and maybe that will help you to feel better.”

The old man started narrating the story. The story was set in 1960’s when the devotee was a young man and had lost his way while coming back home at night. He was very scared and frightened with hardly any street lights. The jungles were very dense and he wasn’t able to navigate properly. Then he saw a tall person whose description was exactly the same as that of the stranger who Raghu had witnessed. The stranger carried a long bamboo stick. He told the frightened youth that he is the guardian of the village and there is no need to be scared of him. He also told him that he likes to move at night and provide protection and keep vigil over the property of his devotees. This was the reason why his sandals get worn out. The youth had no other option then to trust him. The stranger then guided him in the right direction and before he could thank him he had disappeared. The youth then told the seniors of his village who believed that he was none other than Betal (बेताळ).

Betal is considered to be the gram devata(village chief) and is worshipped in the form of warrior Shiva. He is also considered to be Shiv Sardar (warlord) in lord Shiva’s army.

Raghu could no longer comprehend what was going on. He always considered himself to be a rational and pragmatic person. But, what had happened in the last few weeks had shaken him. The drums beating(Shiva’s damru), the appearance of the man, the delay which saved them from destruction when he tried to approach the man.  All these things were now making him uneasy.

He then stepped out of the temple and checked the watch. It was 8.30 pm. He had got so engrossed in the old man’s story that he couldn’t keep a count of the time. The temple was now closed. He had many unanswered questions in his mind. He now felt that the world around him had turned blank.

As he was about to start his journey back home he saw the stranger again waving his hand and smiling at him. The stranger then moved in the direction of the dense jungle.

---Tejas Ekawade

Note: While this story is a work of fiction, Betal temples do exist in Goa. Also, some old villagers claim that they have seen a tall figure moving in the village late at night. It is left up to the readers to infer their own conclusion.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shree_Betal_temple

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The Stranger - I

Raghu Bandodkar was an honest and upright bank officer. He had recently been promoted to the post of senior manager. Even though he was just 35 years old, he had made great strides in his career by working earnestly. However, he had to travel a lot and that meant passing through the meandering Goan roads. He had to visit the Bicholim office every week.

He would board a non-AC bus for Bicholim at 11.50 pm every Sunday. Six hours were needed to reach the destination. Raghu was accustomed to sleeping in the bus. While some people complained about travelling by bus at night, he had no such qualms. Raghu would sleep tight.

Travelling to Bicholim had become a routine. The driver of the bus knew him well by now. Raghu didn’t know what was in store for him in the near future.

Next week somewhere around midnight during his journey, loud beating of drums woke him up. But to his amazement he could no longer hear it once his eyes were wide open. ‘It’s surprising that anyone will want to play drums at 3 am’ he thought after checking the time on his watch. A cool breeze swept the bus and the night insects started squeaking ferociously. He closed the window, but that didn’t reduce the intensity.

 As the roads were lonely at that time the bus moved at quite a speed. What surprised Raghu more was that just as the bus was about to enter a mountain pass, the speed drastically reduced. It is obvious that while entering a road full of twists and turns the speed should be reduced, however driving at 5-10 kmph made no sense. He glanced out of his window. A very tall man with a long beard appeared out of nowhere on the road. He started waving his hand towards Raghu. Raghu was perplexed. Even in the darkness he managed to see that the man was wearing torn out sandals, carried a sword and had a very muscular physique with no shirt on. The man was smiling at Raghu. It sent a chill down his spine. After the bus passed the mysterious man, the night insects stopped squeaking.

A day or two after working intensely he didn’t remember about it until the same thing occurred the next week. The same man in the same attire and at the same time was there on the road. The man again started waving his hands. This time Raghu looked around to see if anyone was awake. No one was.
He walked up to the driver and asked if he had seen any person on the roadside.  The answer was negative. ‘How could the driver miss the man?’ He then glanced at the speedometer. It showed 40kmph.  ‘How is this even possible?’ The bus was moving at a snail’s pace and the speed was 40kmph. He began to wonder whether he was actually awake. He went back to his place and fell asleep.

This continued for several weeks. During his commute at night, he would see the same man waving at him at the same place. It had now started bothering Raghu. To his surprise none of his co- passengers seemed to notice this man.  Was this some paranormal activity or was his brain playing games with him?  Or was he just simply dreaming? He even searched on the internet for solutions. Some experts said that this scenario pertains to the realm of mind consciousness. Some said it was because he was under stress, but nothing could decipher the mystery.

He finally decided this was enough and would halt the bus next time when he sees that man.

Next week, again he unintentionally woke up at 3 am. The speed of the bus reduced as usual. Today he spotted the man from a long distance and told the driver to pull over for a moment. Just as Raghu got off the bus the man started walking in the opposite direction. Raghu called out for the man, but his calls went unanswered. Following the man at this time wasn’t a good option. He was thinking when the driver interrupted his thoughts by telling that he should get in the bus. Raghu got in the bus unconvinced.

“Sir, there was no man on the road. I was calling out for you for the last 15 minutes.” 

“15 minutes. That’s impossible I was down there for only a moment.”

“No sir. Anyway, let’s get on with the journey.”

What happened next astonished them all… 

To be continued
---Tejas Ekawade

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