It rains here in April

Hello Guyz and Galz.

Hemant is Back with one more fiction The story is about an incident of Hi-Tech city Bangalore. This incident never happened. Its just a fiction.

I hope it may sound amusing for people in North India that it Rains here in Bangalore in the month of April. I should better say it can rain any time in Bangalore.

It was in the month of april starting and I was at home on a hot summer day with my friends playing some game eating pizzas and having coke.

I was feeling very happy since it was a weekend and moreover in afternoon when u have got up at 11am that too after 5 days of hard work(for people outside my office/Project) it was a day to relax and enjoy. I had nothing to do except troubling(as usual - I do it everyday) my roomy Ankit.

We thought of a plan to go for a movie. I searched in newspaper for all new movies that are being screened today in afternoon show. There was not even a single good movie.

Plan Dropped :(

Nulla: Chacha koi movie nahi lagi, Kya kare.

Chacha(me): Abe kuch to hoga acche se dekh.

Nulla: Chacha kuch to batao. Koi nahi Hain.

Chacha: Sochna Paqdge.(Hemant Chacha ka dimag chacha chaudhri se bhi tej chalta hain)

Idea:Lets go to Commercial.

Nulla: Chacha bohot door hain aur dhoop bhi bohot hain

Chacha: Accha hain na log kum rahenge. Jaldi se ghoom aayenge

Nulla: Chacha Rehne do, ek kaam karte hain mast sote hain ghar pe,kaha lage ho ghoomne ghumane mein

Chacha: saale chaska kyu laga diya. Ab to chalna hi padega.

So we got up and finally took an auto from Hebbal to commercial. He charged us 120 bucks. I started shouting

Me: Bhaiya 120 bohot jyada hain.

Auto driver(AD):Bangalore mein naye aaye ho.

Me: Naya samajh ke loot rahe ho kya.

AD:Naye logo ko to sab loot te hain.

Me: tumse pehle se reh raha hun Bangalore mein.

AD:Bhai Sahab Petrol ka dam bad gaya hain. Aap purane wale rate kyu maang rahe hain.

Uske paas mere hum question ka answer tha aur mere paas time bohot tha maine bhi socha aaj ho jaye aar ya paar. Ankit mere ko bhaap chukka tha.

Ankit: Chacha jab aap ki gapshap nipat jaye to aa jana. Main ped ke neeche hun. Yaha dhoop bohot hain.

Me: I smiled wickedly.

Me to AD:Bhai baat yahi khatam karna hain ya soch lo.

AD thought I am trying to fight with him.

AD: Bhai paisa to fix hain aap sochlijiye.

Me: Bhai aisa hain humne jo bol diya wo bol diya.

Ankit came in between and settled us for 110 bucks. I said Ankit kyu aaya beech mein accha time paas ho raha tha. We roamed on commercial street and left for Kormangla from there. As soon as I reached Kormangla it started raining heavily. We had no place to shelter. Ankit saw one tapra(bandi/Tea stall) and ran towards it. By the time I paid the due to new AD I was completely drenched. I had no option but to run. Suddenly I realized an umbrella on my head. I turned around to see who’s it. I was really surprised to see a girl(can’t name her) there.

Girl: How come u r here.

Me: Just came to see you.

Girl:To see me with Ankit.

Me:Kidding.

We started walking in that single umbrella towards ankit. Suddenly my mobile beeped. I checked my mobile it was a SMS from unknown number. I opened the SMS to read it. There was nothing in that message except the picture pasted above.

I showed the picture to the girl with me. She saw the number and started laughing. It was none other than one of our other friend.

I thanked god. Aaj to meri poori picture banne wali thi. I was completely drenched by now. We four moved to a nearby restaurant and had hot coffee.

one sikka patte strong coffee please.............

On a one of the dull early morning at a tea stall in Bangalore i realized how useful is to know the regional language of that state.

It was a very dull morning. Time was around 6:30 when still most of the people were still trying to enjoy the last movement of their sleep in the quilt, Me and one of my frd Shri were standing at one of the Bandi's(tea stall) in front of office to get rid of cold with a strong coffee. I had reached Office early and still there was little time to start my early morning shift. I had gone to relieve shri from his night shift. It was still cold. As usual dark and still in half sleep the cab driver dropped me at office. Since I was in half sleep so I called Shri and asked him to come down for a cup of coffee. We crossed the road since the stall was just opposite to our office. I ordered two coffee to the service boy. we were waiting for the coffee to come then suddenly I realized that the service boy has failed to remember our order and still we are waiting for our coffee to get delivered. I went to shop owner and tried to order him two strong coffee. It was such as mess over there. The bandi was full of people, the owner was not able to get my order I still struggling to give order. The time was almost 7 am, It was time for me to start my shift. I still struggling to give order. Shri realized my situation from there and shouted loudly- two sikka patte strong coffee please. That day was the day I realized the importance of knowing the regional language. Soon we were served with two strong coffee and I was on my seat to continue my work.

Can Music really ease out the stress

I have been really wondering whether can music really ease out stress from normal human being. If we look out at music it just a loud voice which in fact create a noise and increases the level of movement of atom and molecule in air. the movements when reaches human body can really affect the human bodies in various unknowing ways.

if we look at the other side of the issue it really a string of connected word in such a rhythmic way that leads to happy emotions in hearts following the way from our ears. Can a same thing have two different aspects.

I am not looking at the aspect how good is the quality of music. what i am talking about here is the same music can have different face. People earlier use to listen music at a very low volume in form of opera but the same generation have changed and now goes for rock music. is i

t the generation gap or low number of slow songs being produced these days.

for some person it's a pl

easure listening music and for some its a way to increase blood pressure. Friends i hope you all will find out and reduce my dilema.............

An Innocent Boy (Novel By Hemant Basavapattan)

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I have started a new novel writing habit. I have choosed my novel title as "An innocent boy". This novel tells us how an innocent boy running from love got into the vicious circle of Love.............

Currently i have completed 14 pages and it is put on hold lets c when it begins again...........