HarryFication

Mood: Sarcastic, Analytical Song: Wake Me Up When September Ends!! Pandemics are nothing new in a world, which has lost nearly 10% of its population in the 1918 Influenza (Spanish flu) outbreak, and 25% of the the 14th century population during Europe’s ‘Great Death'. Back home, the seven Cholera Pandemics, most originating from The Ganges Kumbh Melas have killed millions. The ‘Third Pandemic of Plague’, the Pandemics of Small Pox, Syphilis, the epidemics of Measles, Malaria, Dengue, etc have all wreaked havoc at will. Binding factors in all these cases have been the high mortality rates of 10-20%+ and the lack of any medication. In the past few years, the WHO has issued warnings for SARS, H5N1 (Bird Flu) and now the Swine Flu. The WHO simply follows a template in each case stating that there may be 150mn deaths in the next five years, in the worst condition. The world media which was waiting with bated breath for some news other than Obama or Osama, laps it up conveniently skip...

Mood: Into Dumbledore's Pensieve Music: Shadow Of The Day December 21, 2000. It was 9pm. A little girl was crying. But she did not understand why she was supposed to cry. Her mother was unconscious, lying next to her. That was probably why. There was a small crowd in her chawl today. Most were talking in low murmuring voices. The girl clung on to her mother. She had always been told by her that if she did not eat properly she would hand her over to the cops. And today there had been lots of them in her little house. In a high rise flat not far away, another girl was laughing merrily. Even she did not know why. She was being made to feel special today. Her mother had cried and hugged her in the evening. Her grandmother had said something about her father now resting in peace. Her aunts and uncles, neighbours, everyone from her jewelry shop had been flocking to their place since evening. Her innocence did not allow her to understand much. But she was smart to sense the happiness in...

Mood: Disturbed May 19, 2009 Mysore, India.                  Sr. No.   Emp. No.   Name   Location   Dept.                      13                  92xxx    Harish Thangaraj               Pune            CMED I was ecstatic right now. I punched my fist up in the air. I was looking at the posting location portal. After all these months I had finally got my desired posting location today. Now I could travel to my home in Mumbai every weekend. Yes!! You know, I had postponed trimming my hair by 3 weeks because I was so confident that I will get Pune as my posting and then I will be able to visit my favourite salon in Mumbai. So many little things I confidently pos...

Mood: Been There, Written That It was one in the night. He had just returned from work. These IT companies literally suck out the last drop of blood from us, he thought. Tired and exhausted, he flung open the door and pushed himself in. She was no where to be seen. But he seemed too bored to even think about her and headed straight for the bedroom. It was empty. He changed quickly and collapsed onto his bed, fast asleep within seconds.   It was then that she came out from the kitchen. Stealthily, she entered his room and approached him from his back, hoping to give him a surprise. She placed a peck on his cheeks. But he slept as if he hadn't been touched. She lingered around him vying for his attention. But she got none, for he was purely oblivious to her presence. Another kiss to his lips and this time he seemed to stir. Half asleep, he signaled at her to get away. The previous night's affair was all too fresh in his sub-conscious mind. He wanted to be all alone after ano...

Mood: I-don't-want-to-stop-writing. He logged into his blogger account. There was a comment waiting to be approved. The name spelled ShAiLi - written the way he had always known it. Now he was staring at the screen, frozen and numb. The comment read: “Hey Nikhil…Heard u r here..Call me. 041743xxxx. And yea, don’t publish this comment!! ;) ” Nikhil’s mind raced into a flashback. The last time they had talked was 9 years ago, last day of their 12th Board Exams back in Mumbai. He had been searching for her on orkut and facebook for the past few years now. None of Shaili’s friends had her current number. She had probably kept herself out of contact with everyone she knew during those days. March 12, 2000. Hotel Ambience, Mulund, Mumbai. He rushed into the hotel, sternly looking at his watch. “Sorry, I am late.” She blushed, "641 sec to be exact. How could you, Nikku!" She herself had just made it seconds ago. But of course, she wasn't going to tell him t...

Mood: Obnoxiously Boastful, Obscurely Humorous. Fifty days into this new world, when I was too lazy to even think of a topic for my next post, my dear friend, Arshat has decided to bail me out. In a month of Indians winning BAFTAs and Oscars, I have been awarded something myself. Was a real experience, I tell you. Head held high, and with a weird accent like Freida Pinto's (Now two international superstars from the same suburb - Malad, Mumbai!) I answered all the questions posed by the international press. Feel free to mail me for the video of the red-carpet, people. While the name of the award might not be widely spoken about in your family yet, make sure your mom, dad and your galfirends, guyfriends come to know of me and my blog; Thanks.  For those who had missed the live telecast on Harryfication TV, here is an excerpt of what actually happened.: Arshat (Presenter) : "And the award for the Fucking Fabulous Blog goes to...Any guesses?? Yes! It's the bookies favorite...