Introduction:

If you think “wave of excellence” as a newly released English movie which I watched recently with my friends (without paying a penny out of my pocket), then I would act as if I am going to kiss you (Whatever S you are in PSL) and then would blare in your ears, “Wrong”.

It is all about how people go to the next level in life. It is almost like wearing trousers after you are done with your underwear but certainly not as simple as it. This is potentially and rationally different and easily difficult.

What is Wave of Excellence?

Most in this world don’t give out their trade secret fearing the competitors. But they never realize about the flaw they commit. However the Japanese, sometimes give away their trade secrets to their competition. That way while the peers are studying them, they work on their next WOE (Wave of Excellence).

Smart. Isn’t it?

Yes. Just like me.If you didn’t comprehend it and if at all you don’t know about this Wave of Excellence is all about ask any of your Japanese friend, for they are the kidneys behind this dogma.It must not be difficult to comprehend and you would have clearly understood. But it does not behove a serio-comic writer to come up with a serious post and end it in such a note. So let’s try some other easily understandable examples.

Every minute you spend worrying about and benchmarking your peer’s “Indian Tie”, is a moment you've stolen from innovation, building a better and growing “Indian Tie” of your own brand. A waste of time. Completely.

Note: Replace “Indian Tie” with “thong”, if you don’t know what Indian tie actually is. Got it now?

And coming back to thee self, you must already be knowing about my love objects. One such beautiful prospect named Valentina, 5th grade; Kendriya Vidyalaya, never followed this tenet of life (WOE). In spite of buying her Rs.15 Diary Milk chocolate in the morning, she never allowed me take a glance at her answers during the exams.

Traumatic trivia”(Anand has had his own experience with the Wave of Excellence - a different wave though )

Days back (to be specific, on 10th August, 2009); I had an opportunity to experiment on such waves. It was the best day in my life till another wave of excellence was my way. Here is the picture taken just before the towel which was safely wrapped around my waist got washed away.



Location Courtesy: Tiruchirapalli
Camera Courtesy: Nokia N93i (The one whose battery power went out seconds after this photo shoot, thankfully!)

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You all know that Love is one of the many things in my life which comes in plural form. To add respect to such superb form, on 4th July 2009 AD, I saw one more count added to the existing list. Yes.

Click here to read the mail which I got from Miss Suzann. Remember Miss. Suzann Badango. Just remember the name because rest rests with me. And I have retained the name of the young girl to let the devilish friends and readers of mine to search her name online.

You might ask as to what I replied to the mail. Yes. I rejected the proposition. This was because I hated Kisses and Hugs.

Shocked to find such a well-born person? Yes. I always hated them in words.

A few days after this mail, I got another mail on 7th July. This was from my friend Abirami. The mail said, she was going to buy a new washing machine, Vessel cleaning and baby sitting machine at home.

Ah. Yes. You might not know. She was going to get married.

We know what the men do after marriage. What you assumed might be for the first few days. But then, such happenings are always known as history.

Guys can only dream about mouth-watering dishes, hospitality and related things.

I usually related marriage to a wresting match, referee being the groom, girl and her mother in law being the contestant. But if you are a south Indian and if you are from southern outskirts of Tamilnadu, you would have related the groom with scapegoat.

I heard rustle of noise when I said skirt. But it isn’t Sania’s. It is outskirt. She(Sania) has already bought saris and is buying a new washing machine too. Brand new and costly one.

Coming back, I badly wanted to be a part of my friend’s marriage reception. But I didn’t. If we had used time turner and been to the day before the marriage, you might have seen me getting a call.

The call was from Arun saying that “He has no incoming but unlimited outgoing”. I got the clue immediately. I decided not to attend the reception. We all know about marriages and the feast which are usually served.

On the night of marriage, I was sitting at home eating Ice cream, which I bought to equate myself with my friends who went to the function. I knew as to what the couple might have been doing then.

Try Eating, Sleeping. They might sound nice.

Before I went to sleep, I thanked god for giving a friend like Arun, who was like an alarm clock in warning me (Though his clock never ended). Had Arun never told me about his “Mother of All ailments”, I would have taken rest after rest and then been here to write Newton’s 4th law,

“Loose motion can never be done in slow motion”

And then with my superb form, might have wrote,

“God saves Groom,
Groom takes Broom,
And Clean gets the Room!”

Don't laugh people, "Everything is war in love and for the fair".

There was one thing I deeply hated about the B Tech degree to which I was wedded for a whopping two lakh rupees. It was the bachelor in it. I don’t know when I will part with the degree. But when I do, I am sure that I will be parting with a rib in my life.

The new options in my life have been funnily serious and seriously funny

Now coming back to my life for the past three weeks, it has been really tiring, too many places to visit and too many people to meet. Right from the day I started calling myself a celebrity, life hasn’t been that easy. Not easy at all. I was never able to make public appearances. I got irritated finding flashes of camera light around me. Don’t ask me, “Why you called yourself a celebrity?” Answer is so simple. Others didn’t.

But then, I was last spotted in Landmark, Chennai on 16th June, 2009 and then in Tiruvannamalai on 20th of June, 2009.

In Tiruvannamalai, as I was busy lighting a vilakku, I begrimed my fingers due to the carbon pigments in it. With intent of cleaning them, I rubbed my fingers against one of the temple pillars. Believe me, I found twenty three followers rubbing their fingers reckoning it to be a mode of worship. “Celebrities do have followers”, I cheekily told myself.

I was impressed by the crowd at both these places. If there was one thing that I loved about the people who flooded in to take a look at their heart throbbing hero, it was their patience. In spite of finding me amidst them, they never bothered to get an autograph from me.

They deeply valued my personal space. To tell the truth, I didn’t bother their presence and they didn’t bother mine. Got the hint? Thank you.

And I saw my mother nudging me from behind. “Anand, pray sincerely, because if god shuts one door, he will open the other”, she said. It deeply reminded me of the watch man, who let me in at Ascendas Technology Park, days back.

When I told my friends about my pilgrimage, one of my friends, Arun asked me, “Anand, who is your favorite deity?”

For one second my thoughts roamed in the non-existent streets of heaven, thinking about Bramha, Vishnu, Shiva and when it came back, I asked myself, “Do Rambha, Urvasi and Menaka come under the category called deity?”


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Have you ever did this, guys?


Like, have you ever walked into any of your neighbour’s residence with an empty bowl in hand asking for alms?


No. I am not joking. Have you ever tried it? Will you ever?


Isn't it scary, a life where you depend on others for your living? Isn't it the kind of life you fear living?


How difficult would it be for you to drop into someone else's place and ask for a favor?

It is too difficult. Do you agree?


Then why don't you walk out of your marriage hall holding your heart than your new wallet?

Live a king's life. Don't make your wife - a beggar’s wife.


I can hear the girls clap and a few gentlemen too. Want to say anything? Just drop your comments here.



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