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first time i am posting some one else s writing on my blog... i felt this is an important msg for todays youth at the same tims funny and humorous.. so here it goes story of bubba,
by my friend and class mate PRAVEEN.J.VACKAYL

BUBBA, THE BRAVE

This is the story of a brave young hero and his friends (yes, you can call them his fellow heroes or whatever).
His name is Bubba.
To his parents’ eyes, Bubba was a devoted, sincere chap that knew his good from his bad, his left from his right, his a from his b and so on. That’s about everything any parent needs, to tell everyone what a good little child God has blessed them with, and sure enough, Bubba’s parents were no exception.

But once he left the conservative confines of his home every morning and entered the Nungambakkam station to take a train to college, Bubba’s personality took an entirely different turn. Bubba was a top member of the infamous Foot Boarders Inc. (F.B.I)-the legendary guild of heroes with its members all over the country.

Gaining membership to the F.B.I was anything but easy. A glance at some of the membership requirements will make the jaw of any incompetent “happy with a nice seat in the train” sissy drop all the way down to the South Pole.
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* Thou shalt never ever have known of the existence of the seat in the train.
*Thou hast to demonstrate thy foot boarding skills by jumping off and onto fast moving trains, AND make sure the girls’d seen thou do it.
* Thou shalt get off at every station with acrobatic expertise and comb thy hair. (All members have a reasonable sense of fashion consciousness expected out of them.)
*Thou shalt by no means fall asleep while on the footboard. (for heaven’s sake.)
*Thou shalt never stretch thy arms out in elation a la Titanic_ “ Uh! I’m flying” scene on the footboard. Defaulters will be severely punished (if recovered alive).
*Thou shalt acknowledge that being a member of the F.B.I is akin to being a gallant soldier for it causes death to look thee in the eye, and yet thou shalt have no fear. In case of death in action, it will be seen to it that thou shalt have died a true hero.

Cool no? Getting back to Bubba and how he’s doing, we find him (cat?)walking on the platform. He’s got his moves all well rehearsed, so he looks as much of a hunk as he can. You’ve seen it all before…Hair gelled up nice n neat…Levi’s low rise …He pulls his stud from out of his pocket and clips it on an ear…Ooooh!! Bubba’s so in and with it.

He takes out his cell phone and seems to be checking something important on it. Scrutiny reveals, however that he’s only fiddling aimlessly with the keys, the actual intention being (as always,) to impress the girls with his new Nokia 6670 as he walks past. (with no apparent success…as always, again. )

Bubba finds his buddies- DryBrain and RustHead (top executives of the F.B.I) and they go about with their `Yo mans!’ and `Wassups!’ with their faked accents. The train arrives. Everyone gets in, except of course for Bubba and his buddies.
Aw, man!!! Just the cool way in which they stand by the train door after passing their bags through the window to someone already seated (AND who, by the way happens to be a beautiful girl), would make any (senseless) girl go weak in her knees!!

The train’s started to move. The boys walk casually with it, still apparently busy with their conversation (actually crap). The train’s picking up speed and the boys start to jog with it. They jog and they jog, but they just don’t get in. You’d think they were going to jog to the platform’s front end and jump off it onto the ground.

Au contraire!!
Just as the train is about to skim off the platform’s head, the boys glide in smoothly with the swiftness of a cheetah and the accuracy of an eagle swooping down on its prey (and may I add, the brains of a baboon). They check out of the corners of their eyes whether all girls present have observed and marvelled at the display of their manly skills…and dismiss the lack of the anticipated amazement as something that can be remedied by another more daring performance.

Wow, don’t you think?? No? Well, if you’re looking for conviction, (ohhho?) you’ve got it.

Listen! These are no ordinary boys. They are boys with a mission. Their mission is to advocate the name and spread the fame of the F.B.I. And as every mission goes hand in hand with a plan, so does theirs…and their plan is by no means simple. It involves the execution of complex stunts and the exhibition of rare skills in the art of foot boarding, performed all along the journey, with no breaks in between. (In case you didn’t know, repeat performances at all stops are only to keep reiterating the acrobatic proficiency possessed by members of the organization.)

Forty minutes of performance sans applause goes on till they finally hit Tambaram station and get off the train. “Man!!”, Bubba is heard ridiculing DryBrain and RustHead. “You guys are bad at this stuff…bla bla...and DryBrain, for heavensakes, man, you...bla bla.”
…and they dissolve into the morning crowd.

More than three years of going to college by train has had me observe quite a good many `members of the F.B.I’, and trust me, you really can’t help wondering at their attitude to life… or their lack of it, rather.

They might not know it, but somewhere in the country, people die on the footboard every single day. There’s a hundred Bubbas among us with nothing to keep us from risking our lives every single day…in so many ways… like all we lived and stood for is worth giving up for thirty minutes of thrill …thrill that can kill…and does.




You know, I can talk about this cos I’ve seen what this is like. We’d lost one of our friends from school in an accident; he fell off a bus. I could see the pain his parents felt in the tears they shed for their son, and you’d better not ignore this: You DO NOT want ever, ever at all to have your parents doing that.
The pain it gives having your child die is so heart wrenching, I can’t describe it.

So people, I implore you- One life’s all we’ve got! Give it all the respect it deserves!