26. here yatisa writes . . . .

Statutory warning: reading this might just make you stop reading any more posts on this blog, those who are following the blog may just find the reason to think again. . . . :) Its all about nonsense that I've written on the first few pages of my Diary. . . well its not personal except the experience of writing the nonsense. I am pretty sure You would ascertain me, to be one those Psychos who have this multiple personality disorder, Well I myself think the same when I am among the people, When I am alone I write, even if it is nonsense. . . So Here's a preface into what I'll be writing below, its something that's written on the first two pages of my diary and some more that follows from the 4th page onwards . . . . Well what's on the third page is already on the blog. Lots of details will be included, so that makes what I write on my blog will be more than what's on my diary. . . . 

Chapter ONE:

date 24 feb 2010

Here Yatisa Writes. . . .

I was heading to a site, when the client called & canceled the meeting, I headed straight to Kalmane Koffees, got the corner seat. . . I was carrying my Laptop, so worked on a small Idea that I had on my mind over the last week, till the battery died down. Then I started writing what you are reading now. hadn't bothered to see around, all the people till the battery was alive, for I knew every minute of battery was very important. Once the laptop was shut n packed back into my bag, I raised my hand to order my cup of filter coffee. . . Looked around to find that the place is flooded with people around me and all of them were busy in conversation with their good company. . . But I guess I had the best of the them all - MYSELF . . . . Yatisa.

Now I can overhear people talking - blah blah blah, not exactly by the words but something that sounds like a remix of an old song - with the beats. you only wonder if the beats were necessary after you hear the song completely . . .  Celebrations, proposals, Philosophy, casual talks, Business talks - everything was happening rite in front of me. . . .  But couldn't decide whose talk was the best to turn my ears, to grab a few words of wisdom, then common sense prevailed, decided it's really not worth the effort to sneak a few words. . . . 

Meanwhile finished my coffee, two heavily built men, whom I had seen while coming inside the cafe,  are still standing at the door. . . Suddenly something happened to me n I decided to not write any further. . . [don't jump in to conclusion that the nonsense ends rite here, hold your breath. . . . the story goes on] Remember I told in the beginning I was seated at the corner table, now I am looking around the place - Here's what I find. . . . 

A man is selling Puppets on the road - colorful sight

Lights flickering all around like foto flashes switching On - A twilight zone, sun is almost set, Can see the silhoutte of the 4th block Complex. . . . 

Toy vendor is talking to a stranger - no business. . . 

New Customers are pouring in . . . . 

Kalmane officials are still busy discussing something seriously. . . I guess the two men at the door are the bodyguards of the Owner of the place. . . . 

Crazy what the hell am I doing. . . . .

Sister called up to tell me - Sachin 186 n.o. off 136 balls, that's so so good . . . for the first time I felt as if I was missing something . . . . 

Business picked up for the toy vendor. . . . 

Two tribal girls eating corn - yellow[bright] costumes look just perfect, I guess they were not eating the American corn, I just hope it was desi - perfect picture, ain't it?????

Table in front of me is now occupied by a known strangers, that makes it difficult for me to sit in front of them and concentrate on what I am doing . . . .

CONCENTRATION - why is it necessary . . . . 

Time to end what I am writing - not worth writing anything more than what I've already written. . . . In fact, it ended the moment the acquainted strangers took the seat in front of me. . . . :)