Failure follows you

Fleeing battles

All those weird sounds

Praveen has been having some odd experiences today "Mom, this house is haunted". 
"Why do you keep saying that since you woke up?, this house is not haunted" assured Raji his mother, who looked tired most of the time these days, as she had been working twice as hard to keep the family afloat since his dad left.
"No, it is ", "I can feel them, I can even hear them" insisted Praveen.

"What has suddenly gotten in to you" enquired his mother "You are 13 now, and you are old enough to  know quite well there are no such things called ghosts, eat your breakfast soon, I will have to drop you in school and get to my office by 9 am".

He knew she would not believe if he told her that he had seen his pillow moving in the air, and then sounds of people conversing in the hall about a cricket match, he even heard a baby cry a few times, right besides him in the bed. So he decided it's better to keep mouth closed, may be he was imagining things, he thought to himself.

"Mommmm..... " screamed Praveen while his mother was cleaning the dishes, "Mom, today is Monday this is not Monday's uniform!, where is the other pair",
his mother got red with shame that she had forgotten and hesitantly pointed to the cupboard "sorry dear, I had forgotten to iron them, you will have to make do with this somehow".

"Okey, but just today", nodding with a stern look on his face, Praveen understood,  how difficult it has been for his mother so he had already decided to make her life easier in every little way he could.

"Praveen, Praveen, get up it's time for you to go to school" said Raji "it's 7 already,  I have to be in my office by nine".

When his mother left the room, he heard a girl shouting, "mother you only care about him, you have no care for me at all", and then an elderly women's voice replied "O darling, I love you, but he is just a baby he cannot take care of himself", Praveen alarmed, looked around the room, then outside his window, the sounds seemed like they definitely came from inside of his room, he shivered at the thought of what he had just witnessed and rushed away from his room.

"Mom, I have been hearing strange noises today" said Praveen during breakfast. But his mother  was not listening she was busy ironing his Monday dress which she had forgotten to iron yesterday.

"Mom, mom, what are you doing  it's 7.30, you should  be the one waking me up", shaking his mother's shoulders, his mother Raji slowly gaining consciousness from her dream state whispered in surprise "what it's 7.30 already! ", sprinted off the bed in seconds. picked up a brush and started brushing and simultaneously heated the pan over the stove,  "shit, it's Monday, I have this important meeting at 9.15" she screamed knocking her head with a brush.  

"Praveen, wake up, I have made poories and chana Masala  today, your favorite, and don't  forget to wear your Monday uniforms I have them ready too".

When Praveen went to the bath room, he heard a flushing sound, but he hadn't flushed the toilet, then a man's voice boomed right outside the bathroom door "who had left the tap open".

Praveen opened the cupboard to look for his unicorn when he heard chorus screams, a young female's voice exclaimed "look, it's opening by itself", praveen was alarmed, but there was no one around then a male voice whispered "it must be them, this has got to end today, I will call the Father, you call the previous owner". Scared Praveen ran to look for his mother, but she was busy getting the food ready so he restrained himself from complaining.

At the breakfast table Praveen muttered "don't you think something weird is going on", "what weird things?" questioned his mother curiously,
"I feel like there are people around  me, standing right beside me and talking".
" ha ha ha really funny, stop making  things up, we have no time for this now"

When they were about to go out of the house to the car, a loud deep voice beamed "Mrs. Raji, Mrs. Raji", it came from within the house, but they were the only ones there, Raji was in shock, but she answered back cautiously, in a very low tone " who is this?, what are you doing in our house?". But all they heard was
"I think  I am getting some kind of a connection", it seemed like the deep voice was addressing someone else, it spoke again "everyone hold your hands tight", both Praveen and Raji were shaking, Raji looked at Praveen who had a I told you so look on his face, which was imposed over terror.

"Mom look" Praveen pointed at the door with a sudden jerk, a translucent image of a man with golden red robes with a rosary in one hand and a hammer in the other hand started appearing, he was not looking at them but at the dinner table, the room started dimming and images of 4-5 people holding their hands appeared, they were shitting n chairs around the table, and like the man with the golden robes they seemed be getting clearer with time, a single candle was lit on the table was their only source of light now. Praveen held his mothers hand tight as she looked on with jitters.

"Can you hear me mrs.Raji? " questioned the man with the golden robes, "hear you I can see you" replies Raji and "please leave us alone, what did we do to you?".

"please mam, it's time for you to pass on" said the man "you should leave the family alone, they have young children, didn't you have a son too".

Raji got less scared now and more confused "I still have him, he is right beside me, what do you what?, I can't leave the house, this is my house, you should all get out now?".

"Raji" someone spoke from the table, this voice was trembling? It sounded like the person was crying, "it's Suresh, it's me Suresh".

Raji froze when she heard his voice, it was Suresh was her ex- husband, who left her for his secretary, his voice brought back all the painful memories of the messy divorce, "Suresh, what are you doing here, what kind of a sick joke is this".

On hearing her voice he started crying harder " Raji, it is you, it is really you, is Praveen with you too, I miss you both so much, I am so sorry" and  gave out a very painful growl, cleared his throat and started speaking again, " if I hadn't left you none of this would have happened, it is all my fault".

" What is you're fault Suresh" Raji questioned with all the anger towards him, replaced by sympathy now, "we are doing fine".

Suresh questioned "Raji don't you remember the accident?, don't you know what happened to you on 12th June 2010.

"Today is 12th June 2010" Raji snapped, "what are you even trying to say".

"Raji today is 20th January 2016,
you and Paveen, both died on 12 th June 2010, it was a monday morning and you were driving him to school, the doctors told me, both you died before you were brought in to the hospital".

Envious inspiration

Nothing to say

I do feel,
Like I can feel,
I just don't know
What I feel,
There is just
Too many  layers
To peel,
Like  paragraphs
With no punctuations,
Products with no specifications,
They all get crowded,
Too soon, gang up,
In this itsy bitsy room,
Tangled to wrangle in,
Straggling way,
Mangling my brain,
All my feelings
Bleed away,
Leaving me with nothing
To say,
But empty words, barely appropriate
Cliche.

Evolution of fast food in United States of America.

1) What does  fast food really mean?

Fast food is the kinda of food that is readily available i.e food that has precooked or preheated ingredients, like burgers, french fries etc...

2) To the beginning

We have to know where it all began, so let's you pass through the time machine to discover it origins, though America is always accused of having started this culture, it all seemed to have its roots in early Rome which used to have many road side stalls serving bread and wine, and some sausages this made for an easy morning breakfast for most of it's inhabitants.

3)  White Castle

Remember Harold and Kumar go to White Castel, White Castle is credited to have started the second fast food restaurant and the first burger ever which were all intially drive in restaurants, as the business started picking up competition picked up as well.

Now it is a billion dollar industry with players like McDonald's, Papa John's , Domino's Pizza , Sbarro and Pizza, Burger King, Kfc, Subway having thousands of branches all over the world.

In the United States alone people spent $160 billion on these food just in 2012,
with the whole restaurant industry bringing in 660 million dollars the fast food chains make up 1/5 of the market share, these  restaurants provide jobs to 4.1 of her citizens. The cost of these foods is also very low because they use heavily subsidized products like beef, corn and soy sauce and hence the wide attraction.

Illusion of reality

When you make stuff up,
All your life,
To amuse,
To be amused,
Interact, entertaining,
Relate,
To give an idea a form,
You lose the distinction,
Between a lie and truth,
Illusion seem more real
Than the reality.

Dark memories

I hope, I wish,
I could lie myself,
In to believing,
I was never that,
Culture my past In a petri dish,
Change all my regrets,
Just Inject and set.

It all seems like it was Yesterday,
Wait, was it yesterday?
I thought it was fun,
Nice and real,
But, it all looks so sinister now,
A cruel ordeal,
Since then,
I don't even know how
To blink, think,
To even talk,
I rather not,
So it doesn't come
Back to haunt me,
Like tiny pebbles in my Sock.

All you memories,
I don't need you please,
This little demon,
In my head,
Gets to dissect all my deeds,
With microscopic eyes,
Shuffling through,
To find a worthy "vice",
"You were wrong there,
There too impolite,
You don't really care,
Did you have to fight You are a monster,
A Monster, monster A parasite?".
This is already tough
Life is already a strife,
I don't need a tiny Little judge,
Poking with a knife,
I will not feed him anymore,
No memories I will make,
Nothing with people,
Nothing he can devour.

the calls

       "This is the 45th call this month, its been just a couple of months since I bought this SIM card and from then I have started getting these mysterious calls, from the same number, the guy calls me never talks, just keeps breathing on the other side till I cut the connection, the calls are getting more and more frequent too!", exclaimed Abdul to his friend, abruptly thrusting his phone in front of his friend Dhilip's face to get his attention.
        "Gosh, that is mysterious" said his friend Dhilip trying to accommodate his sight to the short distance. "may be you have a secret admirer, a girl must have a crush on you and is too shy to tell you".
         Abdul blushing, brushed off the idea, "no way man, can't you be serious for once?, I am not in the mood for jokes".
           "Okay, then tough guy , why don't you call the person back, we will find out for certain who the caller is?" Suggested Dhilip.
             "Do you think I am stupid, of course I have tried calling, but no one picks up, but I will try again just because you want me to",  Abdul called the number, with every ring poking his head with ideas of who it might be, no one picked up like he predicted, Frustrated, he tried again, still no answer, he called again, and again no answer "see I told you no one is answering, I am gonna throw this SIM card away get a new number, this whole incident is scary".
            After a few minutes, the mobile phone rang, Abdul's adrenalin peaked when he noticed it was the same number, he attended it, expecting no one to talk, But a meek female voice said hello, Abdul spoke back " who is this, what is your problem?, your calls have been disturbing me....", he went on a rampage over the phone,  " hello" the voice said again but was more clear, and seemed like a old women's voice, " I am sorry, my granddaughter must have mistakenly called you", "Does she make mistakes 100 times!, and i have been trying to call you, why didn't anyone pick up before?", "listen here boy, don't talk to me like you are my boss, I will cut the damn call, to answer your question, my granddaughter is autistic, and this is her personal phone, her life is difficult as it is don't complicate it, but I don't know why she has been calling you, she hardly calls, could you  tell me your number",  Abdul wanted to say just look at the mobile screen, but couldn't as he was in shock and didn't want another lesson in politeness, " its 97989" the old women interfered "57589". "Yes, that is my number", confirmed Abdul, everyone was silent for a few seconds, then the women spoke "sorry, that used to be her father's number, he has been missing for sometime".

The four head's

The four heads,
The four heads,
The four heads,
they spin,
The four heads,
The four heads,
The four heads,
within,
In Unpredictable speeds.

The one head,
The longest,
The very last to fall,
It's a pre written Book,
You'll be hardly appalled,
Most times it's boring,
Sometimes it's sweet,
Jargon and jargon,
Rest safety and needs,
The stablest of them all.

The next head
Is not up there,
It's you know where,
Under layers of inner wear,
Starts with pleasure
Ends in guilt,
Grows with dirt,
It's a necessary filth,
Rabid eyes and an open mouth,
Fantasising, romanticising,
Dreaming and plotting,
Staring and spotting,
Ever ready to answer
A desperate maiden's call.

The third head the lightest,
The brightest of all,
The real dreamer,
The thinker, a stall
full of bouncing balls,
It drinks in water,
Tries to spray out the rain,
The optimist, the wanna be,
A maker in pain,
It has to satisfy the itch.

The fourth head the darkest,
Designed like a maize,
As you wander in,
You get lost without trace,
It keeps throwing rocks,
To keep you down,
Controls your strings,
you will dance like a
Sad sad clown,
Pins and needles,
Scrach maks on your skin,
Storms and uproars,
Whirlpool with enchors,
The horror in the mist.

Dress code in temples

          Judge S. Vaidyanathan’s was concerned over improper clothes worn by many people during temple visits. So he said that from January 1, ‘men should wear a dhoti or pyjama with upper cloth or formal pants and shirts and women should wear a sari or a half-sari or churidhar with upper cloth,’ and for children, ‘any fully-covered dress.’
          This order is supposed to be implemented in all temples coming under the Hindu Religious & Charitable Endowments Department until the State government takes a policy decision on the issue in order “to enhance the spiritual ambience."
           Does that judge actually realise how stupid the idea is?, to be truthful I am happy he came up with the idea, this might actually cause less people to go to temples and more people to realise how conformist organised religions are, how they have always been just society's way of pressing their so called righteousness in to people using the fear in a god but this would not stop here, the so called cultural crusader will keep on implementing more and more closed minded laws without even realising culture changes with time, finally making the whole state inhabitable.

      

    I mean what does "spritual experience" has got anything to do with dress code?, if a God does exist aren't all people equal before him or her?, is a tight leggings or a shorts going to prevent god from blessing his supposed children, does that mean everyone has to change in to dhoti or a chuddidar everytime they feel like praying?. 

          I understand this is strictly about maintaing the sacredness of  public worships, but how is a dress that is appropriate in buses, roads, hospitals and every other public place be not appropriate in a temple, where even physical forms are supposed to be considered meaningless?. The god is supposed to have created the body, how is that impure to him, clothes were created by men if "the god" does exist he would probably consider dresses to be impure.

       Were all Saints, sadhus, well dressed?, they wore from little to no clothes, were they hindering the spritual ambiance of temples, was chuddidar and sarees, kurthas, always available for the men and women of the past, come on that could not have been possible at all. Blouses were not even invented till the 19 century!!, do you think they were fully covered, have anyone even seen how the women statues are dressed in temples, are they appropriately dressed to bring out your spritual ambiance?.

         How are lungi and dhoti any different?,  how are chuddidar and leggins different, this dress code idea is discrimination, and a clear violation of human rights.
        

The best windows tablets under Rs 10000

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With a spec point of
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Then to the cheapest of em all segment.

iball slide i701
At Rs. 4000  is considered the cheapest windows tablet, with a spec score of 76 is found in flipkart, Amazon, snapdeal etc...

Closing in on iball slide is wintab kl701 at around 4500 and spec score of 74 both these phones have 1 gb ram, run Windows 8.1 and out do the performance most of their competitors in this  low cost segment at an astonishing small price.

Special mentions

Toshiba Encore Mini WT7 C16 (Wi-Fi/16GB)

Hp-stream-7 (Wi- Fi, 32 gb)

Wintab TVE 818J 8.0 (Wi-Fi/16GB/3G)