00:00hrs(approx)- “Guys VRN’s cell was snatched in E G pura main road jus now at 10:30. Sad man. He is really pissed.” Read bob’s msg. fuuuaaccckkk!!! I said to myself. I cud imagine VRN’s face. Thot of callin his roomie den ruled it out.
09:30 – VRN walks to my cube and gives an in-detail description of (rather enacted) events that took place last night. “Let’s go to Police station den to Vodafone.” Dejection showed on his face.
10:00- Enter Kormangala Police stn. Our man Mr.Constable is consoling a sobbing female who got mugged by a relative. We obviously cudn’t intervene their conversation. We wait for full 30mins only to be told that our case is none of his business.
11:00- Enter Viveknagar Police stn. Here the cops gather around us listen out VRN’s story. “Alla saar neeve heli auto number illa andre hege hidi bohudu naavu?”said Mr. Sub Inspector. “He was thin. Wore yellow t-shirt”added varun. That piece of info was aptly ignored. They took down a LOST MOBILE complaint and sent us packing with a acknowledgement slip.
12:00- VODAFONE Centre. Here we take our seat wait for our turn. Checking out what each of the CUSTOMER CARE officer’s life is like. We figured out if not all, still most of them sitting behind the counter are loosers. “VARUN NAMBIAR. COUNTER B” came the announcement. We look at each other and head towards Counter B. “Ms. DIVYA” read her batch- whose new agonised lifestory was drafted jus moments ago by us :). Some (Ahem) pleasantries were exchanged and VRN filled out the reqd form and paid 100 bucks for the duplicate SIM with a “I Lost my mobile yaar: 12k loss. Again ur askin me 100 rs.?” dialogue. “I’m sorry sir but it’s mandatory” she said in a consoling tone. “doesn’t the SIM cost 99 bucks?” he enquired. Her face flushed, the reason i think is either a)’Oh my God he knows’ exprn or rather b)’oh my god he had de audacity to ask me that’exprn, my bet is on the latter. “Yes sir I’ll check from the cashier if he has change” and she walked away to get our dude’s one buck which never saw light of the day.
13:30- After Fab refused nandu’s 75 buck offer and I donated 100 bucks for not wearing a helmet we finally land up in DESMONDS for lunch. There Divya Prasad’s story was given wings and allowed to scale gr8 heights which someone actually believed in (he he).
16:00- After first class full of “You obviously know” statements to me there were lots of questions, cross questions and trick questions in Mr. Supercomputer’s second class. The absence of air-conditioner along with Mr.Smiley flashin his shabby teeth every 5mins or so was getting on my nerves.
19:00- As I crossed the street towards home I watched a man in peace.Sleepin like a baby. Buses – cars, bikes blaring past him.
But he was in a sound sleep. Just wen i was abt to wish that i'd like to be in his place: a woman walked to him stood beside and then SLAPPPPPP! SLAAAAP!! SSSLLLLLAAAPPPPP!!! She started hittin him left right center, she yelled at top of her voice to his ears cursing him on his drinking habits, Slapped him some more and left. I din dare to pull out my camera to take her pic, but u can see him before and after, not much of a change eh. 
I think here “He” represents all of us, the “ yellin-slapping Woman” represents the responsibilities our career- life after coll we thought that’d make us consider life seriously and more so change us. As u all can see it’s not much diff eh?? Life’s still is pretty much de same. Today ironically it's One year anniversary of my so said responsible life, LYF is still de same. Like in our man, the yellin women brought abt some minor changes here and there. But at the end we are who we are. Carry on guys. Carry on.
We were asked to get down in middle of the road right in front of the hotel. Some comparisons were drawn betn the BUS , C Kompany and us getting down in middle of the road. Everyone agreed in Unision. We were guided to the foundations of the structure which was a named as GRAND BALLROOM.