I walked in the narrow lanes of wild cities,

From ecstasy of music to the perfection of paintings

 Dancing on the rhythms of unknown to the silence of thoughts

 I screamed for love,

screamed for success,

screamed for joy,

and

 I screamed for GOD.

 I never met Him…

Never got him…

If you find one send Him my way.

Or lets do one thing …

You play GOD for me And I will do for you…

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Image credits – Angelina Jolley caricature from insidegossip.co.uk , Thick Spread (Mrs. Cathy) by SpratFA

But suddenly the scene changed in front of my eyes. Jolie’s face started distorting. Two dracul teeth came out of her mouth. Her silky sensuous lips got ugly and darker. Two horns rose from her head. Her dark hairy hand with blood soaked finger pointed towards my face. Yes its Mrs. Cathy there

I am still feeling too sleepy and I have to take revenge from those mules I met before the shootout. So putting the pillow on my head I turned my face towards Angelina Jolie’s poster (thats what every hero does after an act of bravery). But suddenly the scene changed in front of my eyes. Jolie’s face started distorting. Two dracul teeth came out of her mouth. Her silky sensuous lips got ugly and darker. Two horns rose from her head. Her dark hairy hand with blood soaked finger pointed towards my face. Yes its Mrs. Cathy there. Shouting loudly “Gentleman you have to be in office by 9:00 as I don’t like people to be late in the induction program”. Did I tell you about Mrs Cathy? She is a human resource manager in Intarao Softech; my first company which I will be joining today (Wao!!!). And let me tell you she doesn’t look like much of a human. At least not the one that anyone would like to dream in the early morning. I heard from people that 99% of human resource managers are beautiful, young and lively with sweet voice. But she was none of those breed. I heard rumors that she was a principle of a college and expelled from there due to her cruelty. But since she had good terms with CEO. So that’s how she got in here. Her eyes are shouting loudly “Welcome to hell”.

And suddenly there was a sound baduummm. Something fell on the floor. It’s me. I opened my eyes in shock and pain and collected myself from the floor. Dragging me out of the cocoon of my bed-sheet, half of which was still on the bed and half around my body on floor, I ran towards bathroom. While brushing my teeth flashback of my golden college days was rolling in the back of my neck. Awards, appreciations, recognitions, babes, clubs, late nights, lots of hope, expectations and promises. Everything was there other then one thing, me. Yes I saw people with all of these things. But don’t know why these all were missing in my life. Like you all, I too asked many time that why God is god in our life. I could never get it why some people get everything and for some it’s either a dream or a diary, which we wish some day someone will read and things will change like magic. May be I am thinking too much. Yes I think a lot. I always do. Stupid of me.

AAuch I hit my gum in the lower jaw with the tooth brush. That made me glance at the wall clock in the mirror. It said 5:30. I got relaxed. “Dam it”. It’s so early to get up. But how come there is so light and life all around out of the window. I just turned and checked the clock again. Oh my!!! I was looking the reflection of the watch in the mirror. So it’s actually 7:30. An instant adrenaline rush fused my body to gather itself, I took a quick bath, pulled my new formals (Guys I hate formals. But you know that first impression counts. So…). Having sandwich in one hand and setting the tie knot with other, I ran for the local train station jumping the low boundary of my flat. Ten minutes of flying and I am on the stop. Guess what train was late. I put my hands on my knees and breathe faster to inhale more oxygen so that I can be back to the normal state. And as I stood up after switching back to the normal state I saw her….

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Coming Next jurnery to paradise…

Southern town of Mogadishu, Somalia a place as dangerous as hell. The most grievous place to be in at this time. He told me to meet me in Bakara market. He has some extremely sensitive report regarding al-Shabab and al-Qaeda link and the plot of another conspiracy, bigger then 9/11. It was in the news that at least eight civilians were killed in fighting overnight here. A foul smell was all over the place.

“Its 5:30 and he told me that he will be here by 4.” I murmured. Hiding myself from a local gang dressed with standard 12 gauge cartridges and modified MAG-7M1.

“Another 15 minutes and I will be going back to the base camp.”

And suddenly from the right corner of the street a skinny ragged man came running towards me. His bald head was red in his own blood.  As frighten as the chicken in the hunting game, he just fall in front of me. I read death in his eyes. He handed me a black file wrapped in a green polibag. Signaling towards the small hole in the left brick wall with his trembling index finger he shouted collecting all his energy “Go!!!”

Before I could sense anything, from the same corner where he entered I saw davils.Two larger then life, huge guys one with green turban and red beard and other short hairs and a deep scar at his face shouted in a language which every lamb can understand. I searched for my lucky feet to put forward for this marathon of life and without a blink I was flying, best to the capacity of my lungs.  Sliding through that narrow crack in the wall, jumping over the carts, in between the cattles, I ran for something more precious then life.

But the rat race ended in a dead end. There was a big wall at one end and the merchants of death at other end. I opened my mouth for help but the voice stuck in my throat, Sweat was running over my chin. I turned back and saw a loud laugh and two barrel pointed towards me.

“IS this the end.” I asked myself

He tightened his grip over the gun, flexed his shoulders,  his golden tooth shined and with a bang he fired three shots ….

Trin trin trin …
Triiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiinnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnn.

And I threw that alarm clock at the wall. At least today I should be thankful to it as this is the first time in the history an alarm clock saved a secret service agent.

So that’s where Season 2 of Hello World starts at ParveenVerma.com.

And thanks God there is no copywriter on hello world.  Anyone and everyone can pop up from anywhere to say it with a smile.  If there has been any, it would have made life tougher for we developers. This is the only thing that we write in any code. Other things  are just copy pastes.  (Did not I told you I am a software developer. I guess you would have guessed it and you must be laughing right now saying my gas is better than your gas. Opps mistake of spell checker, not my fault. I have forgotten to check spelling my own the day I started typing.

Irritated reading this. I know. In this world two kinds of people are very difficult to interact with: a software guy and a software guy with a cup of coffee.  Ok I guess I am overshooting my limit of word counts. I end this sloppy intro here with final words about me.

I am a Java developer and I am pretty serious about it. What you have read here is done by my alter ego. As I have a habit of sleep writing, sleep painting, sleep sketching, sleep slipping of tongue.

Happy sleeping!!!

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Coming next my First morning in Corporate world…