Nairana

An afternoon (not so) well-spent...

2011-12-17T20:00:00.001+05:30

Been too long, eh?

So this is how I spent my Saturday afternoon.

3.15 pm - Go to local police station to report lost mobile phone. Its probably the cheapest piece on the market right now, barely breaking into 4 figures, plus I've been using it for more than a year, so I don't really want to go through this hassle, but the local Reliance outlet ladies tell me that I can only get a new SIM card if I can give them a copy of a police complaint/FIR. I figure 'Fair enough', so I go to the police station.

Hawaldar-type fellow/some other guy asks me receipt for the phone. I tell him its a really old piece, I'm not really bothered about it, I just want to lodge a item missing complaint. They (also kinda reasonably) tell me that until they have some proof for proving that the item missing is mine, they can't register the complaint. Ask me to at least get proof that the SIM card was registered to me. I guess that shouldn't be a problem.

3.40 pm - At the Reliance mobile store. They're reasonable too and give me a printout of some screen which shows my name next to my mobile number and some other information. I ask them to put some kind of stamp and/or sign it. They tell me that's not possible and since the screenshot shows the company name, that should suffice. I'm not convinced, I know the cops are going to ask for it. I ask them again, again I'm refused. I'm beginning to get a little irritated.

4.05 pm - Back at the police station. Same fellow asks for stamp on the paper. I'm laughing at myself now. I tell him the 'gallery' people aren't giving it and are being unreasonable. He goes on for a 2-minute rant, ending with the usual 'Saab se baat karo'. I'm like, 'Fine, at least its moving ahead.' Saab is a pretty nice guy, asks me where I lost the phone. I tell him at the railway station. Saab is very pleased at this and says that's not our jurisdiction, go to the railway-wala police station. Helpfully tells me where the 'thana' is located and that the railway police at Thane have caught some big gang of mobile thieves and hopes I find my mobile amongst their loot. I'm smiling, he's smiling, everyone's smiling even though nothing is being actually done.

4.30 pm - Its not very far away, so I decide to walk down to the station and speak to some police fellow. Be aware that this is Mulund station we are talking about. Fellow there again sympathetically listens to everything I have to say and then tells me I'll have to lodge a complaint in Kurla. I'm like, WHAT? He tells me they fall under Kurla's jurisdiction, so they won't be able to give me the certificate or complaint copy or whatever else. Another fellow tells me 'Sab sahab log wahaan pe baithte hain, toh aapko sign karke wohi denge, hum nahin de sakte.' Now I'm truly irritated. I ask them once more if its not possible for them to do something at Mulund, they say sorry, no. All very nicely, I must add, but that really isn't helping me.

4.45 pm - I'm out of the railway police station and I'm buying sevpuri, because I like sevpuri. I've dealt with the Kurla railway police station before and its definitely not something I look forward to. Not to mention, its a half-hour train journey from Mulund, which I have no intention of taking on a holiday. Suddenly, I get a brainwave and call up the Reliance helpline, and ask them the procedure for canceling my number. Its not a number I use much and I haven't given it to many people either, so I'm perfectly OK with stopping the service. I come to know that for completely stopping the service, I require only a few documents which I'm already carrying on hand. I'm feeling better now.

5.15 pm - I'm at the Reliance store again. I tell them I want to cancel my number. Suddenly, it appears that I, in fact, don't need a police complaint to get a replacement SIM card. Fifteen minutes later, I walk out with my new SIM card.

Derive your own conclusions. (10 mark question)

2011-01-16T01:00:00.001+05:30

Here's that damn number again. All questions answered randomly, I swear.

Created by Oatmeal

Z

2010-06-07T23:24:00.000+05:30

Zed's dead Baby, Zed's Dead.

You're Normal

2010-04-17T14:01:00.002+05:30

Inspired by this. And how anyone can make tomdickery sound great. I don't know where they're coming from, nor do I care. The post sounded churlish. So I write. If you need such posts to inspire you, then God Help You.

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It’s Normal

Maybe it is a consequence of when I was born (1986) and where I grew up (Mumbai), but from a very young age I've not believed in most things. Not all things. Most. Most important things.

I believe that each of us is an accident, that most have neither potential nor purpose. We can deny ourselves the lack of potential and purpose. We can even be denied reaching what little potential and purpose we have by others. But we cannot deny the non-existence of that potential and purpose.

I believe, as part of this purposelessness, we are born to relate to no other on earth, to dislike spending time with others, talking with each other, listening to each other, having little or no consideration for each other in convenient relationships. I believe that spending time on other humans is a grievous thing. We can deny ourselves this grief. We can be denied this grief. But we cannot deny the existence of this grief.

I believe, as part of this grief, we are made to share, to suffer communal participation in things. In sharing, we make ourselves vulnerable. And in that vulnerability is loss. That that vulnerability and that loss inhabit all our relationships.

I believe, as part of this vulnerability, we are forced to learn. To learn while relating to the people around us, to learn while sharing, to learn while making ourselves vulnerable. Learning involves doing new things. Sometimes the new things are called failures, sometimes they are called successes. We should deny both as learning.

I do not believe that doing all this: learning, loving, sharing, socialising: it’s called living. I do not believe that anything that stops us from reaching and extending our potential and purpose is wrong; I believe that anything that stops us relating to others is right; I believe that anything that stops us sharing is right; I believe that anything that forces learning is wrong.

I believe that, seen from this perspective, there are many things that are wrong with this world. That this is not normal. And that we have the power to change it.

Remember who we are.

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There, is a perfectly misanthropic/pessimistic view of the world. And who is to say they are wrong?

P.S.: This post does not encapsulate an iota of my thinking. Its just an extension of my belief that all purpose, all inspiration has to eventually come from within oneself.

Perfect

2010-03-31T01:18:00.001+05:30

Its begun.

Back at a place that I used to call home, its begun all over again.

Not as bad as we had it I hope, but still with enough rancour to leave a bad, bad taste in everyone's mouths.

But that is not what I remember.

What I remember is eight people fighting, screaming, shouting, laughing, crying, talking as one.

One Single Unit. One Team.

I'm a young guy. Hopefully, I'll have an average lifespan. But I'll consider myself pretty lucky if I ever get to work in such a team again. Lucky, and Privileged.

There are reams to write and someday, slowly, steadily, I will.

Till then, to you, who know who you are, Thank You for letting me be a part of this. I hope you enjoyed having me around as much as I did being with you. I wouldn't have had it any other way.

Oldie...

2010-03-27T14:32:00.001+05:30

Just four lines of an unfinished poem that I had written when I had just gotten into my B-School..

The very thought should make me weep.

In my B-School I am falling asleep,

Desperately do I some shut-eye crave,

Some alumnus must be turning in his grave...

After that, since I was "too new" in my opinion to write more, I left it at that...And it never got completed.

If I were to write now, what would I write?? Well, the first para wouldn't change for sure ;)

Damn..

2010-03-10T22:09:00.000+05:30

I hate having to do this, but have to do it over and over again....

COMMENTS PEOPLE!!!

Disappointing...

2010-03-08T16:09:00.000+05:30

So answer me this, does ANYONE use Google Wave???

BTW, 21 invitations left, in case anyone is interested..

Vicious 6 Degrees

2010-03-07T23:30:00.001+05:30

Lethargy (sounds like) Farji (mostly used with) Doctor (the good ones give) Health (which leads to) Wealth (for which we have to) Work (which we cant because of our lethargy!!)

What the hell was that???

P.S.: Who's the Muscovite who keeps dropping in here?

50

2010-02-19T01:25:00.001+05:30

Moved up from 43 now..Currently at 50.

Will I go up, will I go down? So many questions, so little time...

Hmmmm...

2010-02-15T12:51:00.000+05:30

Its interesting that I can get more visits in one day by posting a comment at GB's Blog than I can manage by other nefarious means. Hmmmm....

Proper?

2010-02-14T19:39:00.001+05:30

When someone calls you, and you cannot pick up or you are on another call, you call them back when you are free.

But what if they are calling to wish you or to congratulate you? Then, do you call them back? Or is that considered soliciting?

Any answers?

Mojo

2010-02-08T12:59:00.000+05:30

Definitely getting my Mojo back, little by little.

Finished an entire book in one sitting, after a very very long time. So what if it could be classified (somewhat) as chick-lit? It was a little cliched, the plot was wholly predictable but in the end, it was a blast. You knew what was coming, you just wanted to know how it got there. The Zoya Factor, by Anuja Chauhan, is one of the funniest and timepassiest books I've read in a long time. More power to Indian authors like her. And she looks good to boot. Somebody should put her pretty face on the telly rather than Mr. Obnoxious.

Do read up in case you get a chance.

So who then?

2010-02-07T12:51:00.003+05:30

What with all the uproar surrounding Marathis and Maharashtrians (and it being something that I am quite passionate about) I thought that I'd put in my tuppence on it.

What I will write is nothing new. All that has to be said has been said, far more evocatively and much more in depth by far more influential people. However, that does not mean that I have to keep quiet or not speak. How else is there any chance of me being heard?

I am a Mumbaikar. Or a Bombayite. But it is my right to refer to myself as I want. I will not have any one telling me what to call myself. I am an Indian, true. But if that has to be expanded upon, am I not an "Earther" first? Am I not a "human" first? Wasn't the planet here long before the idea of India or Mumbai or VT or Churchgate? Thus, shouldn't my priorities be first and foremost towards my planet and towards all other peoples before to any one organization or idea. But the whole idea seems so huge; how do I associate myself to a concept of being true to humankind first, and to others next? My method to it is simplistic to a point, and probably mistaken, I am true to myself first, and to others next. I do not do what others want me to do, I may not behave nice in a social setting, I may not acquiesce to your viewpoint just to make you feel better. But I do what feels true to me. Sometimes I do make nice, true, but you must realize that I do it only when I am convinced of the need for it. Others' considerations are secondary to the fact that I have to be convinced of it. In turn, I do not ask for you to play nice with me. I am ready to listen to your viewpoint and grant you credit for the same. I will not rabidly turn on you, trying to convince you of my ideas and I only ask that you do the same. The only time where I might disagree is if and only if, I have hard, cold facts to back me up. On ideas and ideologies, you are free to think. And it is this freedom of thinking that has in turn influenced me to live in India. Of course, the money is more in the Middle East. But I somehow feel oppressed. As if I need to watch what I think. There will come a point in my life, where I will be sufficiently worn down enough to realize that earning 2-3 times of what I am currently is a big enough reason for me to tone down my thinking. Or that, if I tone it down for a period of 2-3 years, I can then come back and then 'think' all I want. But I recognize the fact. And if (when??) I compromise, it will again be of my own choosing.

Which is why these Shiv Sainiks drive me mad. Who gave you the right to tell me what to call myself? If I'd been around when you were doing your protests 30-40 years back, then yes, you might have some claim as to what I did or did not do. I am not against the party. They hold a special place in Mumbai folklore, and I am not denying the fact that they might have done some things for the benefit of the people one upon a time. But how long can they run a party on what is essentially a 30-ro year old plank? Case in point: Refer to the recent 'hilarious' video of Uddhav Thackeray being interviewed by Rajdeep Sardesai. He again and again brings out the point that we will not let anyone seperate Mumbai from Maharashtra. Who has ever raised this point? I find it very similar to the Pakistanis' "we will not want to fight a war on this issue" campaign of disinformation, wherein they raise the flag of war over and over, just to keep people incited. And what can people on the other side do? India cannot deny the fact that it does not want to fight a war, but neither can they agree because then it seems that a war was what we had in mind in the first place! It is a similar case here. The other parties can neither agree nor disagree to this statement. Just to keep in perspective, the issues that the Shiv Sena is raising in a world of Ipads and Androids is one that was initially brought about when the 4004 chip by Intel was released and when BASIC was just an idea in Bill Gates's mind.

Shiv Sainiks, who gave you the right to deny me the moniker of a Mumbaikar? I refuse to listen to you. I spent half of my childhood in my Maharashtrian neighbours house. My grandmother possibly loves their daughter more than me and she is a proper south indian. I can speak Marathi well enough to deceive a native Maharashtrian for some amount of time. I watch Marathi movies in theatres and listen to Marathi songs. Some of my Maharashtrian friends call me up when they can't remember the names of that marathi movie they had seen. How many malayalam movies have you watched? If only you had spent this time and effort on improving this city's infrastructure, Mumbai would have been the greatest city on the planet. Sadly, though, I feel our time is past. We have just fallen behind and it will take a Herculean effort for us to recover. Unfrotunately, the will for the same seems to be strangely absent. And so I despair...

Of Time...

2010-02-04T23:03:00.003+05:30

One of the strangest experiences that I had during my time away from The Big City was the weird habit of the locals to speak about distances in kilometres. I mean, what self-respecting person does that? Everyone knows that if you speak about distance, you speak in terms of minutes, and for longer distances in hours. I mean, does anyone even know how far Thane is from VT? Or Ulhasnagar? Of course we bloody do. Its one hour by train for the former and one-and-a-half hours for the latter. Churchgate station to Marine Drive is 5 minutes. Ruia to Dadar station is 15, max-to-max 20. Bandra Station to National college is 5 minutes by rickshaw and 15 minutes by walk.

So when I was in Dhule, and asking people in all my doe-eyed innocence how far a particular village is, they would invariably seek to confound me by answering in kilometres. And, I-shit-you-not, I had NO freakin clue what they were trying to indicate. I would (rather unintelligently) repeat the same question, only to get the same answer thrown back. Oh, the commissioner's office? Its hardly 2 kms. away. Now, honest to God, what does that tell me? I'll tell you what it tells me. Abso-fuckin-lutely Nothing. I'd throw a Huh? only to be stared back as if I was an alien. And not to mention the nightmare when we were planning the next day's itinerary. "Haan, woh gaon 10 km duur hai yahaan se, phir wahaan se 55 km duur woh doosra gaon hai, but wahaan se return aane ke liye ek shortcut hai, toh aap log 40 km ke adar aa jaaoge." I was like, dude, that's all fine, but how much time will you take? Time, what time? What does time have to do anything with it? At one point it was so bad, that I was forced to resort to time-distance-speed calculations to get an idea of what the hell it was that was going on around me. The distance is the constant. Everything else varies. The people know they have to get from A to B. Getting there is more important than in how much time they have to do it in.

Is this a difference between big cities and smaller towns? Time certainly has a far more greater value in cities, where it is broken up into ever-smaller components from hours to minutes to seconds. You get into office at 8:59:59 and you are on time but come in at 9:00:01 and you will be marked late. Even in the previous sentence, the first unit of time that came to my mind is hours. Everyday is broken up into discrete pieces. But in a village it is not so. Time is fluid, gently coasting along, ebbing and flowing over a much larger period. Time is thought of in years and seasons, each one covering upto 3-4 months at a time. A farmer tells me that 2 months down the line his crops might be affected and he knows it now. But his is a job measured over years and years. Mine will be measured over quarters. If he does well for three units of time and not for one, he can still ride out the storm. For a big-city employee it might be the difference between a highly successful career and a merely good one. For the unit of time for the farmer is a year, while for the employee it is but 3 months. The farmer has been assessed but four times, but the employee has been "appraised" a grand total of 16 times. Everyone in the city tries to fit in more and more in the same time that we all have, shrinking his point of view, while the farmer sees things on a grander stage, on a more cosmic level, so to speak. Wouldn't it be fun and might I say, a damn sight more fulfilling, to be a big city employee who can break down a day into microseconds and yet never lose sight of the larger, truly grand picture? What could possibly be more harmonious, unless it was a farmer who while never wavering from the greater canvas, purposefully makes use of those individual discrete moments? Is that desirable? Is it even possible? Or are we destined to lose sight of the one when we attempt to track the other?

I love it when posts like these happen. When I begin with something, and end up on something else altogether. And the whole thing took just 15 minutes too. Life's not so bad then, huh?

Splurge..

2010-01-26T22:58:00.002+05:30

If I was to be described, perhaps most would describe me as boring (the perhaps is to be considered very seriously here). I don't drink, don't smoke, meh at parties, and besides cricket, which stopped last year on account of a bad back, am not into the whole meet up friends on alternate day basis and find nothing wrong in going out for movies alone, if need be. Ok, the last bit might have sounded a bit sad, I'll give you that. An interesting side effect of all this is that it leads to significant savings on the booze and food front. And since I am in my first-ever year of earning, I'm not a big fan of the saving money idea yet (that's scheduled for next year, BTW). So what do I splurge on? I'd been thinking on that, because for some time now, I've been in the bewildering stage of not having enough money inspite of not spending.

So, as I came out of Crossword today, I got my answer. I've never been able to resist a good book (or even a bad book, for that matter) and as I stepped out, I realized that I'd been picking up books left and right (not quite left, right and center, that's after my promotion :P).

I'm glad. I know where my money's going. I'm picking up books I should've read years ago. Also, since my rural stints, I've found myself being fascinated by books on India. I pick'em up at Crossword, I pick'em up at Fountain. I pick'em up from friends. I'm getting back to where I should've reached years ago. And then, forward ahoy!

Upwardly Mobile...

2010-01-14T22:36:00.002+05:30

My phones through the ages...

My first mobile phone - Nokia 3410

Phone No. 2 - Nokia 2300

Number 3 - Nokia 6630

The Next One - Nokia 5300

First one bought with my own money - Nokia N81 8GB

My first 'second' phone : Nokia 1202

And my latest 'in-use' phone - Nokia E63

I seem to have run through quite a number of phones in the almost exactly 7 years that I've been using them. Almost switched to a Samsung for the last one, but when it came to putting my money where my mouth (almost) was, simply couldn't shift. Well, there's always a next time...

HNY

2010-01-09T00:02:00.001+05:30

Happy New Year, everyone.

Hope this year is a good one for ya...

Niiceee...

2009-12-27T20:50:00.001+05:30

"...... horny little Care Bear."

Best. Expression. Ever.

Better...

2009-12-22T23:17:00.003+05:30

Been a bit busy, past few days.

Recent first-time employee changed to first-time job switch.

Working at a bank now. I'm a "banker", so to speak.

Slightly disappointed that I did not have a sudden explosion of knowledge(=power) turning me into a master of the any/all universe the instant I joined.

Hmph...

Rant..

2009-12-20T18:30:00.002+05:30

I'm not usually one to rant about stuff. Really. If something bothers me, and I can avoid it, that's what I usually do. They have their own point of view, and if its not similar to mine or even something strikingly dissimilar, I don't believe in imposing my views. Unless you get in my face, of course.

Not this time. I have had enough. Enough of what, you ask? Enough of this.

The new Wrigley's Doublemint AD.

I am not even linking it to youtube. Don't look it up. You'll thank me later.

I didn't think the DOCOMO Irritant singing-in-the-"Friendship Express" makes-me-tear-the-hair-out-of-head AD could be so easily and so quickly topped off my irritant no. 1 spot. But now I feel grateful that it was only preparing me for this. The first time I saw this ad and heard it (the significance of both happening together is indeed significant), was the first time I almost choked on my own vomit. Yes, it is that bad.

I think I'd prefer being choked to death while my feet are being kept in burning oil, someone is kicking me in the nuts with spiked boots and some-other-one is taking a hammer to my teeth, to watching that ad again.

Just so that you can be saved, let me repeat. It is THAT bad.

Cricket Feed...

2009-12-10T01:28:00.001+05:30

A collection of blogs on cricket that I follow.

Lemme know if I've missed any worthwhile ones.

Despair...

2009-12-03T16:45:00.001+05:30

B was down, almost out.

"They're all corrupt, bleeding the company. I have only you to talk to.", he moaned over the STD line.

Next week, he called again. A Stranger picked the corporate number.

"Where's A?"

"He resigned."

"Did he leave a number?"

"No"

He disconnected. And wept. For a friend who never was.

Underhand

2009-11-30T00:49:00.003+05:30

I have 08 google wave invites.

I shall give them out if you comment and leave your email id.

Offer expires 10th December 2009.

I expect zero invites handed out.

That is all.

(55-2) Itch....

2009-11-29T17:32:00.002+05:30

He had been in his room, sating an urge uncontrollable.

She only wanted to surprise him.

Smiling, she opened the door, froze, blinked, turned and ran.

He looked up, looked down and sat down.

How do you show your manhood as proof for mosquito bite when you haven't had your first kiss?

Alone...

2009-11-23T19:46:00.003+05:30

"At least it was during my period. I'll only be dying alone.", wept she, joyously stepping off the roof.

P.S.: This is my first attempt at Flash Fiction. If you understood, I succeeded. If you didn't, I have to try harder. And yes, I'm a dark, deviant human being. :)

But Why?

2009-11-20T20:13:00.004+05:30

Its a curious thing that I've noticed amongst Indian Males.

He: Do you have a boyfriend?

She: No

He: Do you want to be my girlfriend?

She: No

He: But Why?

She: ......

They may have lost all interest in the girl the moment she said No, or maybe even before that, but the Ego of a Typical Indian Male, just doesn't allow hearing a No from some Girl...

The Importance of SRT

2009-11-20T14:04:00.003+05:30

The year is 1989. A curly haired, pint-sized teenager steps out on the field for his Test Match debut in front of a sparse Brisbane crowd. There is an air of expectation as all eyes are on the 'Boy Wonder', as he's been called by the press, ever since his selection into the Australian National team at the tender age of 16, as a replacement for the injured Dean Jones. With centuries on debut in both the Sheffield Shield and the FAI cup, all and sundry are predicting him to be the next Big Thing in international cricket. As he marks his guard and goes through a series of ungainly crotch adjustments that will become famous in the years to come, he feels confident enough. Allan Border and Tom Moody have done well enough to take his team from 27/2 to 185/3 and surely, facing Graeme Labrooy couldn't be worse than taking a few hard knocks from Merv Hughes in the nets. He still can't quite get his nerves to settle down though, and as he is knocked over for a paltry 15, he thinks he will never play Test Cricket again. It is in his second international match, when the same bowler gets one to rear up and break his nose, that he decides enough is enough. He refuses treatment and flicks the next ball off his pads, in a manner reminiscent of subcontinental players, to the boundary for four. Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar, son of two Indian immigrants in Australia, has announced his arrival, and he will rule the world for the next 20 years and counting.

Under Border, the Great Australian Revival is underway, and the boy will remain an integral part of the team under some of the greatest captains of his time.

He will spend the greater part of his career in a team which has one of the best opening combinations of all time, Langer and Hayden.

He will have Ponting at Number 3.

He will have Gilchrist at Number 6.

When he becomes captain, he will find bowlers answering to the names of McGrath, Warne, Fleming, Gillespie and Lee, not Prasad, Srinath, Kuruvilla and Mohanty.

He will win Three World Cups. In all three, he will be the highest run scorer.

He will be able to take his children to the fair, and watch a movie with them.

Don Bradman will be content to invite two Australians to his house.

He will be, for all intents and purposes, the Next Bradman.

A world away, an Indian team, chronic poor travellers, have been spun around in Abdul Qadir's web in an exhibition match. Only Salil Ankola has made his debut on that Pakistan tour.

No one is around in the Indian team to save the 1990 Test match against England, with a hundred in the last innings.

An Indian team touring Australia is beaten 2-0. The Indians are haplessly gunned down at Perth, ' The Fastest Pitch in The World'. No one makes a brilliant counter-attacking century.

When Navjot Singh Sidhu has a neck strain at Auckland, no one volunteers to open the innings.

No one is around to tackle the menace of Shane Warne, as he arrives on Indian shores.

No one makes a double-century for Mumbai against the Australians.

No one can read the Pakistani spinners at Chennai, as India lose the match by 136 runs.

The team has three world-class batsmen in Dravid, Ganguly and Laxman. No one else.

The 90s seem to be never-ending horror show for the average Indian cricket fan. There is no one to look upto.

There is no overwhelming influence on Sehwag. He idolizes Dravid and wants to copy him, but his aggression simply does not allow him to be technically as fluent. He never makes it past the Delhi team.

Ganguly, one of the finest opening batsman of his age, simply runs out of options for his opening partner.

No one plays those two innings in Sharjah.

No one plays that knock against Pakistan at the 2003 World Cup.

There is simply, a vast emptiness.

Can you imagine, an Indian team without Sachin Ramesh Tendulkar?

I didn't think so...

Truer words...

2009-11-15T01:44:00.000+05:30

I had some words with my wife, and she had some paragraphs with me.

- Anonymous

43

2009-11-14T19:50:00.002+05:30

That is my "new" IndiRank - as bestowed upon me by IndiBlogger.

Its both a pleasant surprise, and with the benefit of hindsight, predictable.

A lot in my life has moved in symmetry. 43, along with 13, has been one of "my" numbers, so to speak.

Guess that's my starting point now. As it was when it first came to me.

To a better future then...

more...

2009-10-30T16:28:00.002+05:30

hidden meaning in ordinary word,

blood-red wings on a flightless bird,

so much frustration, same with unrest,

equal and unequal put to the test.

desire is the cause of sorrow,

live nought but for the morrow,

can the mind be ever a servent tame,

instead of a beast forever aflame?

life is too short to ever take tension,

do we spend or make do till pension,

money, money inflaming passions,

power and fame our twin obsessions.

Everything here is already known,

Birds of a flock already flown,

Myself am I not immune,

Isn't advising others inopportune?

ouch...

2009-10-26T23:11:00.000+05:30

- Guy at Nokia store exchanging a worn-down un-series-ed phone for a brand new, spanking hot RED E63. Sez Guy to Gal "Look dear, its got a 4GB memory card, 2 MP camera, lets me set up two email accounts, and has internet access and WLAN" The Gal turns around and says "Woh toh sab theek hai, but tu life mein yeh sab use karne wala hai kya?"

Ouch. That, people, was the closest thing I have seen to a mental kick in the nuts, if there ever was one.

- Lara Dutta is awesomely hot. And she has a beautiful (I cannot stress this point enough) butt. And if anyone in that movie had any chance of sleeping with Kylie Minogue, it was her. That, in the wholesomeness of its entirety, is my takeaway from the movie "Blue".

lyrics...

2009-10-23T23:19:00.002+05:30

Zara Zara Touch Me Song Lyrics

All I seee…
In hersszzz Touch

Wats d fun ? ah ah
Do u know wht i mean it isz ?
Mmmm
Sup sup
Oooooo
Can i get ya
Oooooo
Can i touch ya
Oooooo
Can i get ya
Oooooo
Can i touch ya

Zara Zara Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me
Ah Zara Zara Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Ah Zara Zara Hold Me Hold Me Hold Me

Ah zara zara .. Oooo ooo ooo

Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me
Ah Zara Zara
Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Ah Zara Zara
Hold Me Hold Me Hold Me
Ah Zara Zara
Oooo ooo ooo

(Bin tere sanam is jahan mein
Beqkaar hum
Dum da dum da dum
Bin tere sanam is jahan mein
Beqkaar hum ) ….. 2

Zara Zara Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me
Ah Zara Zara Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Ah Zara Zara Hold Me Hold Me Hold Me

Ah zara zara .. Oooo ooo ooo

Touch Me Touch Me Touch Me
Ah Zara Zara
Kiss Me Kiss Me Kiss Me
Ah Zara Zara
Hold Me Hold Me Hold Me
Ah Zara Zara
Oooo ooo ooo.......

And so the song continues with a few random words thrown in between. People get paid for this. And not on humor blogs. Also, funnier than anything I could come up with. How do I get a piece of the pie? Lyrics obtained from here.

whatta...

2009-10-14T04:31:00.001+05:30

a jingle on the jelly,

nothing's on the telly.

cricket's down to twenty,

even that seems aplenty.

gone are the days of sessions won,

in a trice are matches done,

look at me, my post was on frustration,

woohoo, that train's left the station.

Hurt...

2009-10-13T01:59:00.000+05:30

Its been six months since that fateful day in college..I thought I'd moved on. I'd thought that it wouldn't affect me now. I thought I'd left it behind. But it still hurts. Like a knife through the heart. More than I could've thought it would. It hurts so much.

Some who will understand this, will rejoice. For the wrong reasons. You have no idea why it hurts me, and maybe all of us, so much. Its because we care too damn much. You won't understand, you can't understand. Someday we'll stop caring. And maybe on that day, we'll find our peace. And still, a part of me never wants that peace, because we never want to stop caring.

As Ben Franklin said, "Those things that hurt, Instruct." Let's hope I'm a better student now than what I was in the recent past. At least, let me have the sense to never repeat this mistake again.

Amen.

Alone

2009-10-06T20:22:00.002+05:30

Being alone is cold. That's what they say. Its not, not always. It can be hot. Sweaty,even. Drinking in the musk of your sweat because you aren't bothered to wipe it off. Because you're alone. Not really, no. There are people around. But they don't see you. Neither do you. They dont mean anything. You dont understand them. They dont understand you. They dont know you. They dont care. You dont care. Why? Because you're alone. Oh, so alone.

IndiBlogging

2009-10-04T19:30:00.004+05:30

Went to IndiBlogger.

Created an account.

Asked for approval to join.

Approval was granted.

Made my first forum post.

.......Continued to post regularly here???

Only time will tell....

P.S.: Did the same with Blogadda.

Testing..

2009-10-02T21:54:00.000+05:30

Testing out the email your blog post feature..

Also wondering if I should take up poetry a la Ogden Nash..

Birthday..

2009-10-02T14:25:00.002+05:30

Happy Birthday, Mr. M.K. Gandhi, although you're long gone.

Trouble with my blogging is I dont want to write unless I have a strong/currently strong fixed opinion or hard facts..and mostly, I have neither..

Damn it..

yumms...

2009-09-07T19:14:00.004+05:30

- Heard that a lot of interest in Kamb'akhthoo' Ishq was generated coz Kareena Kapoor happened to be in a bikini...really?? Of course, it might have been utter rubbish, because of the fact that I heard it on a news channel..But still, Amrita Arora in the same movie rocked the bazangas out of the hotness scale in that rewind sequence of a couple of minutes, and in general was far more confident, un-self-conscious and HOTTER in a bikini than anorexia queen...

- just noticed that Sagarika Ghatge has amazing lips, going by the promo posters of Fox

- Takia's takiyas are back !! just might catch up on Wanted for those reasons...the South Indian in me expresses himself in weird ways

- I must be the sole male (and maybe human being) in the Asian subcontinent who thinks that Katrina Kaif looks, well, weird...

Those...

2009-09-06T16:12:00.002+05:30

Its just one of those days..when I have the entire day stretching out in front of me..I've managed to get a decent internet connection for a change for the first time in a month or so..I open up this page and I get absolutely nothing..

Why, why, why is it so tough to write sometimes and so perfectly natural at others ?? like the previous one...I wrote it on my mobile in the middle of the night and it took me barely a couple of minutes..

Even these lines seem so forced..as if to justify the opening of this page...

Discipline, Mental...

P.S.: Was my PlaceCom Mentor who introduced me to Trebuchet; me being under orders not to send any mail in any other font, under pain of getting screwed, not a case of love at first sight, like with Monotype Corsiva, but has grown on me to the point where I try to keep it as default as far as possible...

sis..

2009-08-31T03:55:00.003+05:30

the purest human being i know got married today..there are many many other words to describe her,but for me pure is the one which captures her essence..and even as i write this i see that even that does not..for am i not implying that she is merely purer than the rest? while she definitely is,that is not what i want to convey..she is the one for whom the word was coined..she should be the standard by which mortals should be judged..she is the white,she is the light,she is the one whose mould even god could not replicate..she makes us want to be better people just by being..she inspires us,infuriates us, and shames us and uplifts us..she looks after us when all we want to do is protect her from this big bad world..
I couldn't attend her engagement..i couldn't attend her wedding..i tried calling her but some relative picked up the phone and quite correctly pointed out that she was a 'little' busy..and although i'm sure she knows nothing of this blog..here's my heartfelt wishes to you dear sis..may there be no fortunes from which you are turned away and may no misfortune ever turn your way..for if they do, it would surely mean that justice does not exist in this world, and then would this world be worth living in?

Footprints

2009-08-26T00:31:00.003+05:30

In the olden days (say a decade back ??) leaving a permanent mark was so tough..there was the danger of passing on without having to show anything for the journey...

And now ?? Now i've to hunt down the shit of my headier younger years, hoping I get to them before someone else does..

The wheels of time....

LUCK - WTF ???

2009-08-22T20:48:00.002+05:30

You know what's the worst part of the movie LUCK ??

That it leaves itself wide open for a sequel...

Grrrr.....

2009-08-11T19:17:00.001+05:30

Finally finding something that is making me almost lose my temper on a sustained basis : Incompetence.

Breathe in....Breathe out....and Repeat...

No, Really??

2009-08-05T14:23:00.003+05:30

Really, Israel?? and actually, really India??

What I wanna know is did we buy those arms after hearing this crapola??

MMS

2009-07-29T00:36:00.002+05:30

Badi wali MMS ban gayi...

Pappu MBA ban gaya...

Naam ka par kaam ka ??

Anyhoo, at least im an MBA-on-Paper now...

I Love It

2009-07-26T00:23:00.001+05:30

The New Look that is....

Clean, Smooth and not clunky....Unlike me ??

Drops?

2009-07-25T20:08:00.001+05:30

The ear drops for the second time that a bug has crawled into my ear? Nope, not that this time.

Dropped from Page 5 to Page 6 on google..It took a damn controversy to get it there from Page Oblivion in the first place..

Gotta do more of the same now??

Heaven help me...

Drop in @ Dhule...

2009-06-25T13:55:00.002+05:30

So its been almost two weeks since I've been here, which gives me plenty of time to acclimatize to this place, which is tiny, tiny, tiny by Mumbai standards...of course, that was to be expected, but I had no idea how absolutely tiny it is..There are around 5-6 roads, having some shops, a residential area which to me seemed absolutely deserted, but then people do have to live somewhere dont they, and...and..and..? and i cant find anything else...there are a couple of engineering colleges, a couple of medical colleges and so on, but i'll be damned if i've seen any students here...

other impressions...the place is hot..and surprisingly sticky...given that i come from mumbai, world leader in sticky heat, its not much of a difference, but for a place this far inland, i was surprised how much i sweated in the first week...i must've lost weight by the gallon rather than by the kilo...and oh yes, i am losing weight..thts what happens when I can't find a single good place to eat and am forced to eat to live, rather than live to eat which as everyone can attest, is one of my most important mottos of life...hopefully, it'll lead me to lose the enormous pot belly which I acquired almost exactly a year back..karma??

No Babes...absolutely none..and i've looked, believe me...and yes, I am a shallow shallow man..

Hard water here...takes some getting used to..and more woe to me, i am forced to take bath in cold water, which is something i absolutely HATE...everyday i have to relive that fateful day in Delhi when I had to take bath in ice-cold water @ 4 degree C, and tell myself that if I can do that, then this should be a piece of cake..which its not, but im surviving...

Hotel is a marvel. I will leave it at that.

Work hasn't started in full flow as yet. Hardly a couple of hours of work everyday, which leaves a lot of time for R&R. My back is getting as much rest as it could've gotten in Mumbai. so i guess the company's taking good care of me. Once work starts its supposed to be a lot of work, so i guess I should savor the rest while I'm getting some...

What a brief brief synopsis..more as and when it comes along..

Tiara Francisco Bloop.

Pissedoffness??

2009-06-21T20:05:00.002+05:30

Here I am writing from Dhule...so much to write and so much to blog...but now is not the right time...

So, if Guru was supposed to be Dhirubhai, how absolutely motherfuckin pissedoff must Kokilaben have been when Aishwarya portrayed her, especially in that highly idiotic Barso Re song ????

More Laters...

Un-Sick Haiku

2009-06-06T00:00:00.004+05:30

a relief it is.

I am not a sick bastich.

powders smell not skin.

P.S.: can anyone tell me if the proper scheme has been followed, and whether this is, in fact a valid haiku?

Sicko ??

2009-06-02T15:53:00.002+05:30

Ok, so this ayurvedic massage guy comes every day nowadays to physiotherapize me the traditional keralite way...and we've moved on to the phase of burning me..i.e. he heats up this cloth-sack full of various powders, dips the sack in oil, puts the oil-dripping sack on a heater and then lays the smackdown on my back....

Sometimes the stuff is really hot and there is a peculiar aroma which comes out that I really enjoy...It only comes out when the thing is really hot, so the weird part is I dunno whether its the smell of the oil+powder or my skin burning...If I'm really enjoying the smell of burning skin, how fucked-up am I ??

WeiRD ?

2009-06-02T10:51:00.004+05:30

So I've been searching for a couple of my marksheets since last month, and I've no idea where they are. I'm worried, because I've to submit them on the first day of my job. I've all but given up, and have asked friends to get duplicate copies from the college office, as I'm still on stupid bed rest.

Then, I wake up all of a sudden, in the middle of one night at 4.30 a.m., go and open a bag, remove a folder, open it up and there it is !!!

It freakin freaked me out !!

Anyone else experience something like this ??

Of cricket and pain...

2009-05-21T15:46:00.004+05:30

Lots of stuff to write...I have been wanting to write for some time now, but unfortunate circumstances have left me in a rather disadvantageous situation with regard to the writing bit..

For those of you who dont know (and those that come here), I have been in bed with a slipped disc since approximately 0010 hours on 7th May, 2009. Is it a coincidence that it was Baba's birthday? I'm sure he must've cracked a joke somewhere in Vasai which must've led me to break my back. Me and HDD agree that his jokes are harmful for our future, but this much? Damn, the guy's potent...

1) I supposedly picked up the injury when I was playing cricket. It was the remarkable weekend where I played so much cricket that I broke my back, or so I thought at the time, twisted an ankle and my thighs , and probably shoulders, would've paid to be seperated from my brain. Go figure. Although, I just discovered yesterday that I had fallen on the right side of my hip, and i've slipped stuff on the left side. So that explains nothing.

2) Would I do it again? Damn right, I would. Although my love for playing cricket far far outstrips my aptitude for the game, I see no reason to ever not play cricket when it is an option. Facing up to a fast bowler, especially the delivery I will never forget, the one that Mr. Dawande whistled past my nose, where I felt the air wheeze around my head while the delivery literally missed me by a whisker, and that which reminded me why I love this game. Of course, had I been infinitesimally late in moving away or the delivery had been fractionally closer to my head, I might have been typing this from some plastic surgeons bed, having my face reorganized. Lesson to kids: Although very very tempting, do not play on an uneven pitch without a helmet and an abdomen guard. The risk far outweighs the pleasure. It took me three four balls to even get my bearings right again. I was ducking to full tosses before AS told me to concentrate again.

3) Speaking of AS, his was the first ball that I actually saw swing. As in, I understood what I was doing and the ball was doing and got into line. Although it didnt help much as he cleaned me up pretty well.

4) Back to the disc. According to the MRI i got done, I have not one, not two but three seperate slipped discs in my spine. I certainly dont believe in doing things by half now, do I ?

5) The entire thing happened as I was packing for my vacation to Doha. Would you believe it? I just leant forward to pick up some thing, and I swear to God, I felt 3-4 small explosions in the small of my back towards the left side. Now, an interesting point to note is how quickly the brain gets into survival mode. I was frozen stiff, although the pain was excruciating ( 3 slipped discs have a tendency to hurt, just saying) and my brain was all about how to get me into a less hurting position. First, I tried to stretch to my bed. BZZZZZZZZZTTTTTTTTTTTTTT. Wrong move. Then I tried to compress my body into a ball, maybe curl up. WRONGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGG. So basically, all I had to do was somehow maintain the same position, which was sitting on my knees with a hand outstretched, which was very uncomfortable. So, somehow I got my hand back, and fell over as softly as I could, into a position that I would stoically maintain for the next four hours on the floor of my bedroom. And all this, by my estimate, took no more than 10 seconds.

6) Another thing I discovered was how quickly I capitulated. What I mean is that I am normally very much anti-painkillers. I dont take them on the principle that I dont want to take loans my body cant cash. Pain is a means for letting me know what my body can or cant take. Also, it is a means of paying off the debt of pleasure that I acquire, normally while paying cricket. It is usually a debt that I am very very happy to pay off. Now, while I was falling to the floor, I would have given a body part for a pain killer. After I fell, my first thought was this was one of the catches or muscle pulls that I am used to. So, I asked her to get me a Cyclopam, which I discovered in the morning is NOT a painkiller, but at the time I thought it was, and I gratefully ate it. Something I had avoided for more than 6-7 years, and I had it within 2-3 minutes. But there wasn't any relief, because IT WASNT A BLOODY PAINKILLER. Food for thought ?

I've been writing this on and off...coz haven't been able to type it all at one go..so more to come laters !!

P.S.: If you will notice, I had been quite unfair to myself, only allowing scope for one "Good" reaction, with two "Bad" and "Ugly" reactions. So I'm presenting a fourth reaction "Barney". If the reference is lost on you, go watch "How I Met Your Mother". You can thank me later. Ciao.

New Look...

2009-05-06T14:52:00.001+05:30

So the blog goes for its first big makeover after more than two years...

Still green-themed, but a darker, more glitzy look....I'd been trying for edgy but couldn't quite get through to that..A reflection of how I feel??

Have a few styles in backup as well..But I'm planning to give this look a fair run..

So here's to a new beginning !

is season of heat over?

2009-05-05T16:35:00.004+05:30

So asks AbhiSule...

If you go by the no. of visits here and the comment dropping, its deifnitely a little better now..

I'm such a bastard ;-)

lol...

2009-04-30T17:31:00.002+05:30

He's won several awards, makes hundreds if not thousands of people laugh with his talent and is one of the most recognizable names in Indian Blogging and one of my favorite writers..and why shouldn't he be ?

With posts like this : KKR Rock

And that's not even amongst his funnier posts...

When you have time to kill and have nothing else to do, go for an afternoon expedition in his archives...It'll be worth it..

Greatbong, take a bow sir...

Ground Realities ??

2009-04-29T16:55:00.002+05:30

Two pieces I have read in the past couple of days making me think...

1) I always maintained that if I ever left Bombay/Mumbai for any other city, it would be Dubai. It was the only true multi-national city that I have seen, and that includes Mumbai too. I was fascinated with its wealth, its easy rules, and its near resemblance to home, what with so many Indians around. I did think of issues like the spiralling rents, what it would be to leave everyone in India, but the chance of living in a truly Global City seemed to make up for it.

Until this, that is : The Dark Side of Dubai

Worst part, it brings out into the open snatches of conversations and hushed whispers I'd heard but never deigned to think on..And since I've been doing a lot of thinking anyways, why not add this stuff to the mix ?

2) Gods want me to stay in Mumbai. Yes, it might be the worst of the lot, but that can't be helped now. My second choice in India was Bangalore and look what happens there.

Godfather of Bangalore

And more pictures relating to the same here : Pics

Warning: Both are long reads, but thoroughly thought-provoking..

Comments welcome...

International Premier League?

2009-04-27T23:17:00.002+05:30

MI vs. KKR

A Sri Lankan bowling to a West Indian with a South African at the non-strikers end and a New Zealand wicket keeper.

Keep it coming...

Rand-ing

2009-04-27T17:44:00.002+05:30

I find it almost surreal that I was somehow forced to pick up that beauty of a book, Atlas Shrugged by Ayn Rand and read it just a week prior to the happenings of this week, when I had owned the book for more than two years now and nothing of any sort had attracted me to read 1500 pages of so much pure information that I went to sleep for four nights with a headache when I did read it, and I couldn't put the book down, unless my life depended on it.

(Goddamn, that was a whole sentence masquerading as a paragraph)

What will happen if the producers go on strike? Will the needs of the people be fulfilled just because they exist? And so many many more questions...I will read it again, but I find myself afraid of touching that book, in case I get lost in it. Im sure the next time I open it, it will take me more than a month to finish it.

Do read it. And The Fountainhead, also by the same author. It gives refreshing perspectives on what is happening around you. You might not agree with what is written, and that is your choice. But do read.

Drop your comments on the books here. I'd love to know what you guys thought of them.

(BTW, Thats 16 now...)

Prolific...

2009-04-27T17:40:00.002+05:30

This is now officially the most prolific month of writing on this blog.

Last was May 2007, when I had 12 posts in the month.

This would be 15 for the month, with 4 days to go.

Do I count the five I removed as well ??

Nah, they aren't on right now, so we'll stick with 15 and counting....

One of my favorite songs...

2009-04-27T05:21:00.005+05:30

Theme song for Cheers, a great theme and one of the few songs I love the lyrics of...

Making your way in the world today takes everything you've got.
Taking a break from all your worries, sure would help a lot.

Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go

Where everybody knows your name,
and they're always glad you came.
You wanna be where you can see,
our troubles are all the same
You wanna be where everybody knows
Your name.

You wanna go where people know,
people are all the same,
You wanna go where everybody knows
your name.

I wish I had written this....

2009-04-26T22:16:00.004+05:30

Steps to follow:

1) Come to read this blog (obviously)

2) Go to this link: Crystal Blur

3) Scroll down a little. Keep your eyes on the right side of the screen.

4) Clink on the various links that make up the Mahabharata Series and Rishyasringa Series.

5) Read them.

6) Laugh your ass off.

7) Come thank me....oops, that's not in fashion right now,sorry.

8) Curse me for defiling Hindu religion.

Comme Ci, Comme Ça

2009-04-26T17:21:00.004+05:30

Commenting to be withheld for a few hours...

Sorry for the interruption in the flow of things...

It will be back by tonight, I promise...

Till then, you can enjoy the comments on Moderation, which frankly is the only post i've had so many comments on...

Strange that the actual hurt-causing posts had no comments on them whatsoever.

And rest, spare a thought for the people who were mentioned in the post. You aren't letting the topic die down and only causing them more grief. (That sounded sickly defensive from my side, but that's what I feel, so yay to more ammunition for you people!!)

P.S. : After disabling, found that you cannot read the comments either, so sorry for that too. Will be back by tonight.

P.P.S: This will be happening on and off. Kindly come back in a few hours every time you see that you cannot post a comment.

Anonymity...

2009-04-26T16:58:00.002+05:30

Its such a wonderful thing, the power to take actions without being held responsible for them.

For creating a fake ID, and trying to rip apart people by spreading malicious rumours.

For posting comments, and make snide remarks while hiding behind a mask.

And so easy to ridicule people who have made a different choice.

I might have been incorrect and stupid, but a coward I was not.

Moderation...

2009-04-26T00:37:00.001+05:30

Some things people just aren't ready for.

Like me.

To moderations and misunderstandings, then.

Futilities...

2009-04-24T04:46:00.003+05:30

Exams going on now, which is why I might end up posting more than ever...I might also use the excuse to not post till the end of May, so we'll have to wait and watch what I do..

First two papers done, one being environment and other entrepreneurship...both being debatable..EVM is a good idea in theory, gets translated into practice horribly...one of the questions in the paper was to distinguish between renewable and non-renewable resources..im sure my 10 year old sis could've given a fair shot at the paper..though i'm still not sure if i'll clear though, which is a fair reflection on my abilities...Some of the stuff was interesting and merited deeper thought, but a lot of unnecessary stuff demanded equal time, so give-or-take it was a lost cause.

As for teaching entrepreneurship, the very idea seems redundant. The entire course, could've been filtered down to three simple words: G@@$% Mein Dum. If you have it, you can be an entrepreneur, successful or not, time will tell. If you dont, you cant. As simple as that. Whatever else you require, can be acquired, but not that.

Have a relatively tougher paper tomorrow, Ethics and Corporate Governance. Wondering how many pages I will devote to Satyam tomorrow ?

Ciao...

Sparta?

2009-04-20T16:06:00.004+05:30

Yes, I'm stealing again from a blog, but this time i know exactly where I am stealing it from...

All credits to : http://krishashok.wordpress.com/2009/04/20/meme-uvaacha/

1000

2009-04-20T15:46:00.002+05:30

A thousand people have wasted their time in some way or the other, reading this blog since April 21, 2007....I cant believe I've kept this thing up and running, in some stuttering manner or the other, for that long a time...and just realized...April 21, 2009 is tomorrow..Thousand visits in less than two years...Bad ??

Gayish ??

2009-04-19T17:54:00.003+05:30

Going back to old layout..Frankly, although not even 5 people read this blog, as i've sadly come to find out, i thought the 'pink' look was just too gay..although in these politically correct times that we live in, is that a bad thing ? Does such a thing as being too gay exist ?

Anyhoo, back to the charming greens then...

Studies ?

2009-04-19T17:00:00.002+05:30

Some people blog because they want to, some because everyone else is. Some only when they get the mood, and some because they're always in the mood.

120 pages and 200+ slides will make me a more ethical manager ? Somehow, I doubt it.

Last exams for the concievable future coming up from 22nd. The amount that I study for each exam has been inversely proportional to my age, starting from 2.5 years old, when I was first put into a nursery...I've been in the educational system for 21 years straight !!

Goddamn, that's depressing...

Solution

2009-04-14T02:54:00.003+05:30

Answer to my freakin prayers (and to save me the trouble of thinking)...some, a little dumb, some i dont mind..

Judging by its looks, its fairly new....but hope it catches on soon...

http://www.plinky.com/

And I'm distrubed by what I wrote in the first line ?

Reading Ayn Rand, so that isn't helping matters any...

Do I need to be told what to think ?

Have I lost the ability to think what I want to think ?

So many questions, so much sleep...

So ?

2009-04-14T02:37:00.002+05:30

Is the new look too sterile ? Was the old one better ?

5 responses for me to take action, hope that many people come and see at least..

Lets see....

Magnificient....

2009-04-13T00:21:00.002+05:30

me: sigh lady, would that you know, 'tis not your beauty that appeals, but the fact that you choose to keep it hidden....

r.s: sigh, would that you know, 'tis not your perversion that goes against you,but the fact that you choose to keep it on display....

Touché....

Facebook Mahabharata

2009-04-12T16:17:00.003+05:30

Got this from another blog sometime back, so actual credit goes to him/her/them...sayesha on the rocks, i think...or was it Doing Jalsa and Showing Jilpa....dont remember !

Go ahead, write

2009-03-29T16:17:00.002+05:30

halla bol...
u gotta get out more..
panipuri rocks..
so does school..
everyone grows up..how fast can u grow back down ?

www.writesomething.net

Necessities of Niceties

2009-03-26T15:48:00.002+05:30

Why are niceties so important ?

example: i get down from the train, see someone walking in front of me whom i know...and i dont want to meet them....except that i am sure that the person will see me when he/she looks up/turns around...why am i expected to greet them and smile and make nice, especially when i know for sure there is no future chance of me making dirty with them??

blehh and more to come....

Comics in real life

2009-03-26T15:04:00.002+05:30

Watchmen coming out in India tomorrow....cant wait to see it..although im sure its gonna be heavily censored, so i'll have to end up downloading it from a torrent site..absolutely no one is excited around me...75 percent of ppl dont even have an idea what it is !! and i might be understating that number too...

well, thank god for torrents and free illegal downloads !!

pinky for pune

2009-03-23T15:14:00.002+05:30

what is this elusive thing?

a) one of my oldest friends who did her dentistry there
b) what i would give to be posted there
c) ramblings from a procrastinating bum
d) it is written.....

hard work (or any work for that matter)

2009-03-10T20:44:00.003+05:30

its a gift. Balls to people who say it is acquired..its a goddamn gift...and if you can bloody acquire it,someone tell me how..

the business of business is to make profit

2009-03-10T19:49:00.002+05:30

business and profit have nothing to do with post.i am just quoting my prof who's favorite quote this is..a desperate attempt to keep my eyes open is this..not being quite successful

All around me are signs of despair and destruction..in a line,a couple is cooching, paper being read,mobile game, blogging, staring into the abyss of boredom, sudoku, tom and jerry, undercover economist and beyond that even i stop caring..

On an unrelated topic,i am suddenly finding pretentious ppl to be more irritating than hypocrites and making a serious play for top spot..not that i know what holds top spot in that empty piece of real estate that is my head..

By the way,tom and jerry rocks anywhere anytime anyhow..

Of seeds and weeds...

2008-09-21T04:21:00.001+05:30

Its fun to see seeds planted start to grow; soon there'll be a need to weed, to protect the few that can blossom to their full potential. There is an argument that weeds too need to live; sorry, but I do not subscribe to that point of view.

More Later...

Here we go again...

2008-09-19T23:30:00.001+05:30

Its that time of the year again...and you know what I mean...

Hope, Fear, Excitement, Anguish, Relief..these are but a few of the emotions that you can expect in the coming month...I purposely leave out happiness because there will only be a few who will genuinely be happy, in spite of the multitudes that will claim to be so.

Its a special time for us too, and by us , you know who I mean..Culmination of days and nights and hours and hours of mental and physical toil...all culminating on the pinnacle of that day, and no, its not the one that you are thinking of....its another day altogether, one that will invariably be later than the one thought of..

Its tough to write without letting emotions go, so I think I shall stop now...

Remember this:

Sacrifice still exists everywhere, and everywhere the elect of each generation suffers for the salvation of the rest.

- Henri Frederic Amiel

Sleep...

2008-09-03T23:17:00.001+05:30

My oldest love - 'Nuff Said..

thoughts..

2008-08-31T00:09:00.002+05:30

Been unusually tired for the past few days....just dont have it in me to continue..and signs of hard time coming up too...made me realize that no matter how much you talk of just letting things go....you cant..u struggle and struggle...u persevere...and u tend to take a few hits on the chin, but u stand up and continue...thats the essence of a human being..we never stop thinking about what we dont have and what we couldnt do...and we never stop to think of what we do have...

Why do we find it so hard to just give things up completely ??

The hypocricy of patriots

2008-08-15T14:17:00.003+05:30

There are 2 days in a year,when i actually feel ashamed of being myself.when i feel that i would give anything to change,to do something that is not for myself but for an ideal,a hope..those two days are 15th august and 26th january..days i'd give my little finger to avoid being in this country that i so unconditionally love...

Its these days when i feel that i haven't done anything for this country,that i am not worthy to even glance upon that tricolour that is so proudly displayed everywhere..its been a long long time since i've been to a republic day or independence day ceremony without feeling so sickened that i had to run away from there..call it an overdose of patriotism that condenses my 365 days of love into 48 hours where my soul is filled with bile so burning that even smiling is a punishment and where my self-respect reaches a level so low that the marianas trench seems to be a mount everest...

However,what actually makes me puke is the amount of joyousness that seems to pervade the air all around me..when every single person is so full of themselves that i feel like slapping each and everyone and asking them..what the hell have you done for this country that you're walking around with that smug self-serving smile on ur face?

(this part of the post follows three days later, so the rhetoric might be toned down a little)

The absolute worst I-Day celebration was a year ago, in my new building where they had called a guy who had actually been a part of the Independence day struggle, in order to felicitate him. The whole thing was so sickening that i left soon after the national anthem, but not before I had the misfortune of seeing that 75 year old man trip and almost fall down. I dont know why, but that scene seemed to exemplify all my feelings towards this nation for whose freedom we are ready to die for, but on whom we spit and shit day in and day out.

Normally, every time, after you hear our national anthem there is an immediate shuffling of feet, as if people cant wait to get it over with so that they can get back to their normal lives. It is an almost-unconsciously done movement and i have seen it happen time and time again...55 seconds of patriotism before settling down for a movie...that is what we have come to, unfortunately...

I am one of those too, inspite of what you might be led to believe after reading this...But the root of my feelings come from one glorious inddependence day i celebrated years ago...my first ever outside the land i was born in...it was the first time that i recollect when there was a pause after the anthem, when hundreds of my fellow school-mates and I took a moment to reflect on what we had just heard...and more importantly, why it meant so much to us in the first place..believe me if you will, you have not heard your national anthem properly before you have heard it in an alien land...it is the sweetest, most melodisous sound that you can ever hear and the yearning that is raised in your heart when the final chords die away is reflected in the tears in your eyes....those seconds of silence have influenced me far more than any speech i have heard, any thing I have read...I might have to leave this country some day, to go abroad...but those seconds told me that I can never ever leave it forever...

I look forward to celebrating one more Independence Day like that before I die, the last time I had raised my head to look at the Tricolour.....

A thing of beauty, A Joy eternal ?

2008-08-13T00:17:00.000+05:30

When you first come across a thing of beauty, you do not necessarily recognize it. Some things have their beauty hidden underneath, a beautiful princess under a myriad layers of ugly-looking sores that would drive the less determined suitors away. It takes a lot of courage and a healthy dose of irrationality to recognize the opportunity to do things slightly differently, to realize that you walk on a precipice thin enough to be a razors edge. On one side lies salvation, the bliss of unqualified success, and on the other, lies the ignominy of failure, the danger of living a good life unfulfilled.

As one steps through these hallowed corridors, one must realize that this is a place for self-made men (and women). All the tools necessary for your betterment shall be laid before you, every door of success shall be pointed out to you to walk through. But no one will assist you in picking up those tools, to break down that door and walk through it. Because, as it almost always does in life, it all comes down to the man you are. No one shall help you because each of them will be facing the same immortal struggle for upliftment that you do. What you do here in these two years, will define you as the boy you were, and the man that you will become.

It is easy to say things are bad, that you deserved so much more and that you got a raw deal. What is not easy is to accept the fact that you yourself were the one who served out the deal in the first place. No opportunity was held back for you, then why were you held back ? Break down the limitations of your mind, the self-imposed barriers and you will find a wondrous world of joys waiting for you that you never knew existed.

Recognize and accept the fact that not everyone will be equally successful. But question the definition of success before you classify someone as successful or not. Your definition of success might not be someone else's. It should not be. For if two people have the same definition, the same goals for success, then one of them is sure to fail. Understand, that until you know someone else's deepest desires and secret fears, you can never really understand whether he or she is successful or not. Truly then, the only person whom you can classify as being such is you yourself and no other...

A lot I have rambled on, without meaning to... My mind is in a state of flux always... I had hoped to write something about this great institute and look where I ended up..Well, the joys of writing...what can I say ??

techno..

2008-08-12T14:52:00.002+05:30

My prof. is rambling about global marketing in a business theory class..in a sense,it does make some sense..although i'm not listening to a word of what's going on..what prompted this post was a comment by her on how technology might be a boon in some ways,but it definitely a bane in other ways..it led me to remember that i do have access to this wonderful technology that lets me escape on flights of fancy while being physically present here..isn't it amazing that how sometimes the same thing at the same time may be great 4 some ppl and absolutely wrong 4 others..i'm rambling here..but blame it on the prof not me..hehe..

Its been a little frustrating here..past couple of weeks have flown by without me really realizing that they have..and its been bugging me a lot..i know what i have to do and how to do it..but implementation,as always has been my bugbear.. @%€¤ it..and now that its entered my mind again,i'm too frustrated to continue this..back to business now...

The Next Post

2008-08-03T00:59:00.002+05:30

Its always this part that lets me down...u know, after the part where i've decided that i am gonna write more...the first post comes easily enough....eager to write...but then, the next..im clueless..i have no idea what is to be written, why i should be writing in the next place..so i decided to check out a classmates blog..and it struck me that she's essentially revealing a lot about herself..maybe not a lot, but things about herself that i could never imagine someone else knowing. But then again, they were perfectly normal things...why shjouldn't I let someone else know those things about me ? why did i have to be so damn secretive all the time ? maybe i should be a little more open, help me in sorting myself out though..maybe give me the guts to face the biggest demon of all, myself...

For after I have looked at myself in the naked mirror of truth, what horrors can a world hold ??

First post from my cell..

2008-08-02T18:00:00.001+05:30

this is definitely not as easy as it is conceptualized to be..its tougher to type..and i dont wanna post sms sized posts..but i might get used to it eventually..here's looking forward to many more posts..cheers..

For a friend....

2008-07-30T23:08:00.002+05:30

Someone in my institute told me today that I haven't blogged for a long time, or at least anything of any consequence...and well, I was surprised, I didn't know anyone read this rag in the first place..it was pleasant, though....a reminder of things beyond the institute, placements, capital markets and corporate finance...Thank you mate, you know who you are....

It was a reminder of a time when I could express myself freely, without regards to consequences, when I would say fuck you to someones face and not give a bloody shit about it...the world's become slightly more complicated now, I have become entangles in myself..well, I do have 6 months to unravel myself...and now, as I feel these words and thoughts coming out of nowhere, I feel the same thing I always feel when I write, why dont i do this more often ?? Its much more therapuetic for me than I would care to admit...and its been years since I've collected my thoughts more coherently..maybe with my new wi-fi enabled phone (showing off a lil here, dont mind...its a Nokia N81-8GB), i could write more, especially during those endless lectures on business...

You know what, maybe I will...Thank you, friend..

Chaos...

2008-03-12T18:17:00.002+05:30

Sometimes its just so out of control that you dont know what to do. Even the best intentions are laid to waste, coz there's just no point in having a good intention. Nothing ever gets done. Nothing can be imlemented. Each day drags out to another. Before you know it, its become a cycle, and not one you especially wanna get caught in. How do you get out of it all ? How much can you erase from a written page before you tear it ?

How do you get out ?

Questions...

2008-01-17T21:31:00.000+05:30

When do things get better ? Or are they actually so bad now, that im waiting for them to improve ? Is the improvement in my hands or am I being guided externally ? How much of it can actually come from within ? Or are things actually better for me ?

Questions, questions....

Xam..

2007-11-30T22:46:00.001+05:30

I have an exam tomorrow..I havent done much.

Is this the way I'll be tested always ? Life's gonna suck if yes. Probably not much better if No.

Do I really give a damn ?

Hell No...

Second of a Couple Incomplete...

2007-11-15T22:11:00.000+05:30

Greatest of God's Creations,
Maker of Homes and Nations,
Embodiment of Grace, Love & Duty,
Woman, thy name is Duty.

From angels was thy inspiration drawn,
Not for you, displays of brawn,
Courage is thine weapon strong,
Before you can stand which wrong?

Silky, smooth flowing hair,
Darkest hair surrounding thy face so fair,
Those doe-like eyes so innocent,
In themselves, more powerful than a God's Trident.

Red, bloody-red fulsome lips,
Battles could be fought for just a kiss,
For a glimpse of that face, I could wait years,
Glistening on those pale cheeks,surely those aren' tears ?

And after this, i just couldnt go on..how do you describe a woman ? a more perfect creation rearely has God made...and i realized my "skills" are just too inadequate for describing a tenth part of them...when i see what i write, i feel like deleting it all..but then, im too much of a narcissist to do so..lol...

More Later..

One of a Couple Incomplete..

2007-11-14T20:25:00.000+05:30

Skin so fair it'd leave you blind,
Timely hints leaving me in a bind,
Do I chase her or let her go,
When things are in such an even flow ?

The distance between us is of a million sighs,
Days could I spend in those clear grey eyes,
Long fingers, Nimble hands,
Who else has your carefree stance ?

Not your sole admirer am I,
For your attentions do many vie,
Give me a smile, just give me a sign,
Things between us will turn out fine...

And then i just lost interest.....one more coming soon...

Exhausted Me....

2007-10-05T19:23:00.000+05:30

" 34 Posts, last published on Jul 21, 2007" thats what my dashboard tells me...what it doesnt say is that since Jul 30,2007 i have had only a single holiday and that too fortuitously....reaching the station and coming back home from there due to a lucky break is what made that holiday...

If i had had an inkling of the life that i was to have after reaching this point, would i have embarked on it ? would the Jul 29,2007 Nair have envisioned a life as hectic as this...although hectic doesnt do justice to the kind of life that i am leading now...leaving home at 7 am and reaching back at 12.30 in the night....hardly 7 hours spent at home in a day....rarely more than 5 hrs of sleep...would i have taken up this assignment if i'd known the hell it is now ???

i guess i would have....life's been too easy far too long, and its better to pay my dues earlier than later...life has a funny way of striking back you know..and in between its given me a lot of lucky breaks you know, this college being amongst the top 2-3 of them...and better to have my ass kicked left-right and center right now amongst my peers rather than in some big-shot place where they're paying me for the same stuff...

am bang in the middle of one of the more important "events" of the year...as i could call it..have got around 5 min free...its becoming more and more impossible for me to collect my thoughts and to think straight...despair gives way to helplessness, tiresdness seeps into the very core of my bones...i cant think..cant write...

and yet i persevere....why, i know not...the only thing i know is that i cannot fail again....not here, not now, not again...I Will Survive...

Tired..

2007-07-21T02:24:00.001+05:30

What do you do when you get mentally tired ?? when there is so
much inside of you that threatens to weigh u down so bad u never wanna
get up again ? u think it'll all be better if u just let it go...just
give in to it, stop fighting stop thinking...what do you do then ??
when you are so badly overwhelmed by events that u dont even have a
stomach anymore....its just an infinite void of swirling
masses...threatening to make you sick at the slightest movement..but
you know when its really time to step back and take a look...its when u
lok forward to the relief of having been sick n having let it all
out..what do you do then, really...what do you do ??

Long time no blog...

2007-07-12T01:04:00.001+05:30

I really should write more..it is one of the better ways in which
i express myself..and i do express myself well..then why dont i
write...laziness of course..but also the fact that most things dont
stimulate me to the extent that i have to go and put them down..when
they do i write..when they dont, i dont...simple..so is my wishing for
stuff to write, the feeling that i should write more, an expression of
me wanting to feel more stuff,more deeply ? or is this what happens
when someone gets rejected for a psychology course and joins
engineering ? do they end up psycho-analyzing themselves ? lol..more
later....