Thursday, December 27, 2007

Tick-Tock Waste Away!

Wake up, switch off the fan, if the sun's not out already, switch on the light, switch on the desktop monitor and check if the last night's downloads are complete. Check your mail and switch off the monitor. Brush your teeth, enter the kitchen, make some tea, eat a bit, if you have time then do some exercise, go through the newspaper, clean yourself, head for work. Use the transportation if you must, wear on that ipod so you stay entertained while you travel or if you are lucky enough to find a vacant seat in the train, sit and read the half-read book. Reach work, exchange good mornings and begin the day. Work, take a break, chat a while, work again, eat your lunch, chat with the people on the other level, get back to your seat, back to work, finish off your day's task, switch off the computer, leave your office, head to the station, get in the train, defeat the chaos with the help of the ipod, head home, have dinner, make a phone call if you must, talk to someone if they have time, switch on the monitor, start a new download, have your dinner, enjoy the previous night's download if you must, read the half-read book, now go to sleep and end the day. 

Now all the moments of breathing.

Open your eyes, see a new world, learn their language, adopt their gods, adapt to their styles, go to school, educate yourself, get a job, get married if you must, have kids if you must, retire from work, wait for the end. Most of the times, the fullstop might come right after opening the eyes or after seeing the new world or after getting to school or sometimes, if you are fortunate enough, even before all the pre-listed events. 

Now let's analyse.

What is achieved? I read some of Victor Hugo's words on dear Raghu's blog the other day and it struck me that all we do is try to "utilise" time in the most productive way apparently. Now there are moments in the day when we are not really "utilising" this time or apparently when we have time to waste, like when we travel, when we take walks, when we are resting at home after work and then we need some means of entertainment. That is when we feel the need to do something with the time in hand.

Now let's revise every walk of life.

When we wake up and see the world for the first time, we probably have no clue what life has in store for us (and if you think about it, even after we no more belong to the living world, we had failed to understand life and what it had in store for us). But till we are shaped up to think like people around us, we are in someone else's hands to be taken care of. All the time we are surrounded by toys and books and all other means of education or mind-shaping objects which help us adapt to the world. So no matter what, all the time, right from the moment we open our eyes for the first time, till the moment we shut them forever, we are thinking of ways to pass this time we are gifted.

Let's analyse entertainment.

Can we say entertainment means something that you willingly do to keep yourself invovled when you have nothing else to do? Why do we work? To make a living? All this fight is to live. Why do we live? Nope. No answers. No one knows. I shouted out to someone the other day - stop judging and start living and now I ask myself when do I say I feel the life? Music, movies, cafes, hangouts, vodka, weed, cigs, books, work - list of the things we do that keeps us busy. Why do we feel the need of a companion? So we have someone to spend time with when no one's there. So we can stay "entertained" for the rest of our life and not die a sucker lonesome death, no matter if the person is left behind alone, no one wants to be left alone as then apparently one stops living as one does not understand what one wants to do with the time then. Travel, sing, strum, drink, eat, sleep, do sex, play, chat; everything is a means to spend time. Spend time or waste time? Is this the purpose of breathing? "Yes, go on to save others who are drowning if you have so much time in your stupid life", someone screams and I say, "And do what? Help them live? Live what?"

I am afraid to part from my gifts of life, part from my family, my friends, my guitar, my ipod, my so-called secured life just like you. We all are afraid, it's the fear of the unknown that haunts us and why does it haunt us so much? Cause we all are too much in love with our own selves. We are too busy thinking how to love ourselves more and more and waste time in loving ourselves. We waste all the time appreciating life that we actually forget life. We actually stop asking questions. We find it all a hopeless search when we try to find answers to questions like the purpose of existence as we get none. Maybe all these answers are right about us, maybe we are filled with them and they are made up of us or we are made up of them, maybe they lie within us and we just ignored them as we were too busy loving ourselves, distracting ourselves, entertaining ourselves. Maybe we all are just wasting time.

My Sacred Universe

It used to be my
Sacred Universe.
It used to be my
Place to hide.
Untouched by the cruel outside
Never can you malign
Never can you be inside
My sacred universe.
Lost too much in days,
I'm lost too much in daze,
Waking up I try to see
My sacred universe.
Lost somewhere in time
But wait a while
I'll find that place of mine
My sacred universe.

Sun And Chaos

Tired man sits here
Waiting for the day to end.
Night is taking too long to come,
Light is too harsh,
Eyes are too weak.
Oh brigt sun please go away!
I cannot resist these burns.
Oh sun the night is a bliss!
A dark escape,
Natural hide and we both know,
Rattled calm lays everywhere
In your head, in my life.
You run, I run;
Time stops we turn;
You run, I run;
Face to face now.
Oh sun bring on the night,
It is now too bright to hide.
Oh sun bring on the night,
Ashes and dust is all that's left.
Oh sun why you bring that wind
Carrying them away and spreading them across?
Oh sun why you show your might,
Why won't you let these grains unite?
Oh sun you bring on the night
It's just too bright
It's just too bright.

Tuesday, December 18, 2007

For Those About To Shop

In first place I dread shopping for others (esp. for gifts) as I always have this feeling am buying something that he/she is surely going to dislike and will only find it as some burden that he/she has to carry home. Again if I am to shop for a guy, the list is limited to t-shirts, cds/dvds or some electronic gadget I can afford (which I normally can't so that's still an unused option). But I am listless when I am to shop for a female. It's not only scary (read the after-effects of disliking the shit you've gifted her) but also confusing as it somehow is impossible to understand the terms like 'cute' and 'sweet'. And most of the stuff I wear or possess is defined by the fairer sex as dull, boring, bland or other such 'whatever' terms. 

Now a long time ago, in order that I understand a female mind better, I had thought of accompanying my dear friends, Bec and Rita, to a mall. I was soon to realize the only reasons they were thrilled by my presence was, now they had a person with them whom they can easily embarrass. Imagine taking you to a lingerie section, making you stand in the middle of the same and then disappearing in the changing rooms for twenty odd minutes, leaving the innocent you with their lady-purses to take care of! Talk about embarrassing times!

So from that day on, I've started staying million miles away from the ladies' section at a mall. But as they say, someday you have to face your fears, someday there's just no way out, nowhere to hide from them. It happened last Friday.

My sister turned 19 on the 1st of December and somehow I could find time only on the 15th of the month to meet her. I had initially planned to order this soft toy over amazon.com but it went out of stock by the time I was to place the order. So it was the 14th evening and I had nothing to gift her. I left from work early and headed straight to the nearby mall. I had no option, I first called RIta, but she'd left for some reception; then I called up Bec, "I need you to be here! Now!" But my dear friend wasn't to be there for me that day. Then I went through my phone list only to find I can call no one for help anymore. There I was, standing just outside the ladies' section, all by myself, with no aid and listless as ever. 

Fortunately something struck me. I went to the cash counter, "I need assistance, preferably female". The dude over there gave me a suspicious look, "No females sir but the guy in the blue shirt in that right corner will assist you. Please approach him." I nodded my head and went ahead. I was pretty sure this assistant won't be of much assistance but I had little choice. Thankfully, my dear friend Bec had told me what size I should be looking at, so I had some information at least. "Hi, will you help me in buying a top for someone who would be around 5 feet 8 and a bit plummer to me?" I asked him. "Sir, a guy or a girl?" was the worst question he chose to ask. "A top is for a girl of course" I said. Dude, you are standing in a ladies' section, why would you ask such a question in first place? However, he was of big help as the very first top he picked up was the top I finally bought, but not before he took me touring the entire ladies section making me look at all the possible tops which would fit on a 5 feet 8 female, and all I kept telling was, "Nah! I like that I think I will buy that. Thanks anyway." Persistence I tell you. Well, I bought the top and I quickly headed to men's section, breathing the air of relief, feeling like a champion who's overcome one of his greatest fears! And I hope my dear sis liked the top.

Alright sister, hope you enjoyed the exaggerated story and of course the top. Love ya! :)

Monday, December 17, 2007

GMD

Alright, Ms. Red convinced me last night to write this post somehow and well I was pretty keen on doing it myself as I've been tagged three times so far and I've never done the needful. So here I go on to shrug of the laziness and go on to type this out!

Rules:
1. Put your MP3 player on shuffle
2. For each question, press the next button to get your answer.
3. You must write the name of the song no matter what. No cheating!

IF SOMEONE SAYS “IS THIS OKAY?” YOU SAY?
Since I've been loving you - Led Zeppelin
Ok this didn't make much sense, or did it?

WHAT WOULD BEST DESCRIBE YOUR PERSONALITY?
Welcome Home - Coheed and Cambria
Nope, really Red this isn't working for me I guess.

WHAT DO YOU LIKE IN A GUY/GIRL?
Yesterdays - Guns n' fuckin' Roses
Really no! I wanna get rid of them my own self. Why will I be interested in someone else's yesterdays? Alright, I am to an extent or whatever!

HOW DO YOU FEEL TODAY?
Blaze of glory - Jon Bon Jovi
Nope, not at all but the day's just started so lets see.

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE’S PURPOSE?
Stairway to heaven - Led Zeppelin
Haha.. probably.

WHAT IS YOUR MOTTO?
Fray - Staind
Many will agree to this.

WHAT DO YOUR FRIENDS THINK OF YOU?
The wicker man - Iron Maiden
Ok I NEED to see this movie now so I know what they think of me!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR PARENTS?
Smiling not smiling - Porcupine Tree
Hmmm.. okaay.. next

WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT VERY OFTEN?
Angel - Aerosmith
Dark angel really. Ok whatever!

WHAT IS 2+2?
Home - Staind
NO SENSE AT ALL

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR BEST FRIEND?
Sway - Lost Prophets
So far the MOST APPROPRIATE answer

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Blood brothers - Iron Maiden
True to quite an extent.. yes yes!

WHAT IS YOUR LIFE STORY?
Come as you are - Nirvana
Wtf.. who likes pretense anyway? It goes for everyone I'm sure

WHAT DO YOU WANT TO BE WHEN YOU GROW UP?
Another brick in the wall - Pink Floyd
Haha.. ain't I already?

WHAT DO YOU THINK WHEN YOU SEE THE PERSON YOU LIKE?
Sugarcoat - Breaking Benjamin
Nah not really, I swear!

WHAT DO YOUR PARENTS THINK OF YOU?
Shayad - Call
Wtf! (one for answer)
Wtf! (This one for...) This song still exists in my stupid Ipod? It's such a rip-off. I thought it wasn't there!


WHAT WILL YOU DANCE TO AT YOUR WEDDING?
Famous last words - My Chemical Romance
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.. need I say more? I really should be saving my words eh!

WHAT WILL THEY PLAY AT YOUR FUNERAL?
Gone - Switchfoot
FUCK! Hahaha! Yeah! Am sure there'll be celebrations all around! 

WHAT IS YOUR HOBBY/INTEREST?
Money for nothing - Dire Straits
"Bang on!"

WHAT IS YOUR BIGGEST SECRET?
The ghost of navigator - Iron Maiden
Nope, I don't see no ghosts. I swear!

WHAT DO YOU THINK OF YOUR FRIENDS?
Beautiful girl (stay with me) - INXS
Too late!

WHAT SHOULD YOU POST THIS AS?
Gaand mein dandaa - Bodhi Tree
Haha.. now isn't this appropriate!

Alright, although my readership has gone down miserably I go on to tag anyone who reads this, whether or not you have an Ipod, mp3 player, radio whatever. Don't tell me you don't listen to music. Just put on the shit and start typing sucker!

Monday, December 10, 2007

Joker And His Song

Laugh, laugh, laugh aloud
Oh here he comes, the joke of the town.
Wearing his dirty black,
Keep laughing at his lack.

The magic-man has cast his spell,
"Oh joker go down burn in hell!
Take away all your crazy talks
Erase all your filthy marks.
Let them live their better lives,
Fuck off and don't you show the cry!
They have no time now for you here,
They are done with you, 
Just disappear!"

Here comes the witch, oh joker dear
Hear her words, don't you fear.
"I gift you some paint, go buy a smile,
Paste it up, live your stinky life.
When we need you, we'll call you back
Use and rape you, you crazy man.
Till then just go hide away
We will fuck you another day!"

Oh joker now hear my say
Don't you waste time, don't you pray.
Crazy thoughts have killed your mind
Have blown away that crazy child.
Life though is a broken toy
Keep it with you, play a while.
One day you will know your sins
Then you won't be a joke again.

Monday, November 19, 2007

Of Bhajans, Trains And Metal

Yes! God might feel happy when His so-called devotees scream prayers in his name in the ultra-crowded train compartments, but I definitely don't. I wouldn't have really mind had they been only screaming these prayers, but the fact that these guys use those screechy instruments and sing in embarrassingly high notes, reaching the levels that even the great classical singers cannot reach, forget the rock and metal band vocalists, really deafens me. I'm pretty much used to travelling in these Mumbai locals, which am sure would have brought any of those concentration camps to shame, (it's been 9 years now and having thrown off from the train a couple of times, you pretty much know what to do and what you definitely should not!), so after you fight with the crowd to find a place to just stand, you hear these screaming devotees accompanied by their ear-banging instruments so that He hears them and answers their god-damned prayers! To each his own I know, but it's universally accepted amongst His believers that He is omnipresent. If so, He is within me and I am not happy and hence He is not happy, so well, you are just angering Him! So in order that I am happy which will make Him happy ultimately (of course I'm so Heavenly inclined, my fans know) I quote to start a metal band which will sing songs only and only while they travel by train. I need a drummer who has the skills to use the train-ceiling and metal rods for percussion, a vocalist who can scream louder and hit higher notes than these devotee-singers, a lead guitarist and a bassist of course; I'll be playing the rhythm guitars and my swearing skills can come in handy when I provide back-up vocals (I am very innovative when it comes to swearing, my fans know this too). I intend to start a new genre of music calling it the "Train Metal" and the band's name, of course "Trainaalika" (Train-aali-ka - "Has the train come" literally). The title of the first song will be, you guessed it,  "Holier than Thou". I just need to work on the lyrics a bit. Auditions start tonight, interested please apply! Thank you!
P.S.: Whether or not the band kicks-off tomorrow, auditions for groupies are always on. What is a rock band without groupies? They play an indispensable role in the band's performance - on-stage as well as backstage. So do you think you have it in you to be one? If so do not hesitate. Get in NOW!

Friday, November 16, 2007

"Unseen" chaos

The crazy boundaries I never crossed,
Trapped myself in this world of fools.
That different sun I never saw,
This vision demented by you.
"Oh you spoiler you are so bright!"
The floating life, the darkest shadow, the flying dead and the almost complete.
Oh unheard chaos I reach for thee now, a parallel world I never saw.
An escape or just a different vision
I lift myself into my unseen.
This fool was lost in too much real
Feeling waste, collecting waste.
Dreams and visions come to life.
Limitless travel, death of sun, rise of sun; 
Begin the life, side the life, end the life;
Oh I see a different moon.
Welcome!

Wednesday, November 14, 2007

Epiphany

It's funny the joker never realizes when he becomes the joke.

Tuesday, November 13, 2007

Quote For The Day

Enforced sincerity results in laziness.

Thursday, November 08, 2007

Thoughts For The Day

Relationships are like deodorant, once over you stink!
***
Procrastination is like masturbation, it feels good but finally you are just fuckin' yourself.
- contributed by a dear friend

Tuesday, November 06, 2007

Thought For The Night

Time and again you cover yourself with night and cry there is no sun.
Time and again you choose to suffer and blame them for choking you.
Time and again you waste your is with was.

Monday, October 29, 2007

Meaningless

Its birth in you is inevitable, it being prevalent in the air you breathe; I do not know if you are born with it, but it certainly comes to life the moment the new world begins to communicate with the untouched you. And then it grows; the more you see, the more you acquire, the more you breathe, the more it grows, the farther it spreads within you and then it stays in forever, nothing and no one can shake it off you, it rises to fanatic heights sometimes or it minimises to a bare perception but the unfortunate fact is that it will never die. It lives as long as you.

It's a new world for you and you try to look around and make sense of that glaring something, that later on will be defined as a face; soon the something called voice starts talking to you and then it starts filling your life. You are given a name, they tell you you are a boy, later on when you are to go to a school they tell you you more about you - "the teacher wil ask you your religion and then you say you are a Hindu" they instruct you, they also tell you the language you speak at home is something called as your mother-tongue and then there is language of the region - state and the nation - and these may not be the same as the tongue you speak - so they fill you with the information on the same - "Marathi, Hindi" and you gobble down the same. Then you are let on your own to be with different others.

Then you come across people from other sex; then you try to prove the superiority of your sex over them while they do the same; in later life you will continue to prove your superiority; in later life they will want to continue to feel superior. Then while you are growing up, your school divides you as per your performance. You are placed in A Group if you are amongst the best performers, the rest get B, C, D respectively. A will always be proud of being one and Bs will always strive for As while the lower ones will end up hating the rest. Eventually C and D Groups are looked down upon, while A Groups and B Groups walk away with pride - of course A Groups holding higher ego levels than B Groups. Till you die you are a proud student from A Group.

You grow up to enter the higher schools and you learn more about the word taught to you at a very young age - religion. Then the world outside also starts preaching you the importance of inculcating pride in yourelf on the previously unanalyzed terms - language and region. As you grow up you realize their importance as at every walk of life these are the things that go on to define your so-called destiny. Then terms like culture and ethics attain a new importance in your life.

You get a job and he starts on his own. You earn more and only ten years later his income doubles yours. You now despise what had made you once proud.

Every phase of your life you are taught to discriminate, you are taught to differentiate, you are taught to make that A stand before you, split him into multiple parts and then analyze him, judge him; like him or hate him as per your judgement. And then you are labelled a rascist, a sexist or a zealot sometimes. The ones who instil this pride in you are the ones who then condemn you.

Imagine impossibility - you wake up to realize you have no name, there is one colour, you have no religion, you have no nationality, there is one language spoken all over the land, one sex - well, end of existence?

Come back. The name, the sex, the language, the region, the race - collect the similar and stand with them - now still segregate yourself based on the number of siblings, the wealth, the years of education, the kind of occupation and every other so-called words that have made you, that go on to define you and there in the end you'll find only you - and now you are proud of being you - now you will fight for your ownself as now you have only you.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007

You Know You're Jobless When..

1. You wake up at 6.30 am and say, "What am I doing up so early, even the sun is still to rise." So you go back to sleep.

2. You open your eyes at 8.30 am and see your dad waiting for you to wake up so you can deposit those cheques in the bank. So you pretend to sleep.

3. You wake up at 10.30 am and find two eyes staring at you with the expression shouting "you should be ashamed of yourself".

4. It's 12 noon and you are in the bank and depositing the cheques or withdrawing cash (definitely not for your purpose) which daddy dearest had wisely left on your desk while you'd again dozed off.

5. It's 1 pm and you are in the market selecting which vegetables to buy.

6. It's 3.30 pm and you plan to take a nap as the staring eyes are resting too. Phew!

7. It's 5 pm and you are expected to make tea.

8. It's 5.30 pm and you are deciding which movie to download.

9. It's 5.45 pm and you have decided which movie to download.

10. It's 6 pm and you feel the urge to type out something like a post in your blog.

11. It's 7 pm and you are haunted by the expectations of doing something about your career and life.

12. It's 7.15 pm and you are feeling ultra lazy to go down and switch off that water-pump button.

13. It's 7.30 pm and your friend calls up to ask you "How is it going? Are you free tonight? Oh sorry. Hahaha". Yes my friend, very funny!

14. It's 7.45 pm and your friend again calls up to ask the reasons for not meeting him for dinner when you have nothing to do and have been home all day.

15. It's 8 pm and your guilt comes to eat you alive. But laziness still rules!

16. It's 8.15 pm and you are thinking of blogging again.

17. It's 8.30 pm and you go on to update your resume on the job sites instead.

18. It's 9 pm and you just don't feel like eating dinner with guilty conscience and those staring eyes killing your appetite.

19. It's 10.30 pm and you are yawning and deciding whether to sleep early today and end the misery or to stay up and chat with friends a while and make life better.

20. It's 10.45 pm and you are still undecided of the above.

21. It's 10.48 pm and you finally decide to sleep.

22. It's 11 pm and you are finding it impossible to sleep.

23. It's 12 am and you are praying for the night to pass out soon.

24. It's 5.30 am and you shut down the alarm and go back to sleep.

Monday, September 03, 2007

.. And It Happened

Yes I want to celebrate this day cause finally it happened. I don't know how, but I guess it was due for a long time now. Oh yes, cause I'd nearly forgotten what it is like to be asleep at night!

After God knows how many months I slept like a baby yesterday. It was such a peaceful sleep, yes dreams did occur to disturb the peace to an extent but there were happy moments in the dreams too. I woke up with a wide grin and this was another amazing aspect of this sleep.

Last week was a crazy week I must say, so this was well deserved; at least this week has begun well.

Last Monday, after a real jeaded weekend I'd gone to work wearing a real pathetic face. Tuesday began well as the Rakhi I'd worn did bring smiles to my face everytime I looked at it. Hence I'm yet to take it off my wrist. Also the clients were highly impressed by my presentation and so my boss kept patting me every now and then. Then it got irritating and I mildly told him to stop touching me.

Then came Wednesday, the day which went on to shock me and made me finally realise the intention of my friend when she keeps making that statement "you are not that important". This was the day that I understood the meaning of that statement. Thank you Sangy! C'mon, it's not everyday that you wake up with a job and go to sleep without one. Yes things went messy at work and before they could fire me from being their employee, I fired them from being my boss. But all the hugs and kisses I got from my group at work made things easy for me.

Thursday assured me that the week is going to end on an amazing note as my entire group from office called me up saying that even they had resigned. It was touching. Well they had their own reasons like going abroad for studies too, however everyone had resigned more than a week prior to the date they'd mentioned in their resignation letters. So entire Thursday went in bitching about the politics at work and how it went on to affect our work but how it ended up bringing all of us closer.

Friday, I started my sketching tutorials and in the afternoon I got a call for an interview, which was to be on Sunday. So rest of the day went in making preparations for the same, updating my CV etc. Saturday I had made plans to meet so many people, ended up staying home all day long and getting bored, but the interview on Sunday kept me excited.

The much awaited Sunday came and I opened to check the address of the office - it was in the same building as my very first office and it was on the same floor, just two doors away. I reached there at 12 sharp waiting for someone to unlock the gate of the building. It was a Sunday! Whoever has an interview on Sunday! Anyway, the humble interviewer did come at 12.30 finally. Thanks to the heat, I'd already started sweating like a pig. But Adidas Sports Deos rock! Interview went on for four and a half hours.

Now this was definitely the funniest of interviews I'd ever been to. No sooner did I enter that office that I had already decided of not taking up this job. But since I had nothing to do till 7 pm, I thought of just going through the same. After a series of idiotic questions later (Who all are there in your family? What does your father, mother, brother, uncle, aunt, grandmom, niece, nephew and rest of the relatives do for living? Tell me about your educational background. Why did you take up law when you wanted to enter this field? What are your strengths, weaknesses, hobbies?) Finally he cared to open my CV and felt guilty of having wasted so much of his time asking questions, as most of the answers were already present in the same. Then he arranged a small test for me. "Design a layout for me and make any two links". Two hours later I gave him a fully functional website. He tried to challenge my logic and I ended up explaining him how his own logic needed "debugging". He thanked me for the same. Then he sweetly arranged a small lunch for me. I hungrily ate the toast sandwich and gulped down Appy. Appy makes me happy! Okay sad joke, let's move on. Then there was another short interview where he went on to show his website and asked me what he thought of the animation. I calmly told him in my sweetest of words that it was abuse of space. Shocked to the core on hearing such an arrogant remark he dared me to justify my remark. I successfully told him how he could've better used the space with some high quality images or wireframe animation. Shutting the site right away he then went on through my work and went on to ask me two of the most ridiculous questions.

Him: Why do you want to work?
Me: Why will I not want to work?
Him: What?
Me: You tell me.
Him: I meant some people work for money, some for timepass. Why do you want to work?
Me: Money and passion both... and it went on.

Then he cracked another one:

Him: What all can you do for the company?
Me (in my head): It depends on what all the company can do for me too. Besides I'm not giving you no blowjobs, handjobs; and am not ready for threesomes, foursomes, sandwiches if it involves any other guy than me in it.
(But the words that came out of my mouth) I will work for the company. (But I couldn't hold back my smile).
Him: I meant will you execute your ideas or the client's ideas?
Me (in my head again): It's time you realize you are dealing with an arrogant cunt here.
(But what I said instead was) Mine.
Him: How do you expect to sell the work then if you don't listen to the client.
Me: (I wanted to be specific now) I do not believe in executing anyone else's ideas. Neither yours, nor clients. I will execute my ideas.
Him: Why? Do you think your ideas are so good?
Me: Let me correct you there. I do not believe in good or bad when it comes to art. It is all about perception.
(A wicked grin developed on my face when he said "Explain")
You see, art is all about expression. It is not right to judge art. Again art is subjective. What you think is good may be my worst work or the other way round. I cannot like your kind of music and you won't be able to stand what I call music.
(Surprisingly he got the point)
Him: That's a good point. But how then will you sell your design if the client has other requirements.
Then I went on to explain him the importance of embedding marketing skills in your talks while selling your piece of art and manipulation of client's mind. He heard me intently. He agreed to most part of it, or I like to think so as I could make out from the expressions on his face.

Then he asked for the pay and that is when it ended for him.. I meant me. I wasn't ready to negotiate my pay "I deserve it" I said. Then a brief minute of silence later we had a contract deal worked out. So we both were satisfied after saying goodbyes.

Then I headed to meet my office group. After a nice two and a half hour wait later, I was blessed with their company and did we have a good time! Finally when it struck midnight and when too many folks were getting worried about their "kids" we decided to make a move. I was assigned to drop off this friend at Powai and after I safely escaped the dogs, I faced the cops.

Four of them stopped me and asked me for my license. Now when you are tired and when your parents are threatening to disown you for making them stay up so late, you kind of feel this rush in your feet to get home. Cops pulling you over for drunken driving is the last thing you expect, especially when you haven't even smelled alcohol since December 24th, okay August 4th, but I'd really just smelled alcohol on that day! So yes, when I took off my helmet in frustration, I didn't intentionally bang the same on the standing cop's shoulder. But he felt offended and went on to smell my mouth. He was trying so hard to smell that that was never consumed, that I wanted to burp on his face, but Raghu never taught me the technique of faking a burp. Damn you Raghu! Disappointed the cops let me go. Came home and some old friends were online. A nice chat later I was feeling really relieved. Made my bed and I slept like a baby! Finally the sleep cometh! Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz!

Saturday, September 01, 2007

Diary Of An Insomniac

I hate to convince people. I believe everyone must have the freedom to look at this world in their own way. People who try to convince others or who try to bestow their thoughts upon others are just trying to manipulate others' vision. It is making the person to see things in other direction deliberately and this I vote as manipulation of mind. Everyone should just be let alone. Everyone has been given a particular set of things when he/she is born; everyone then has to make the most out of these things and start their lives and finally live their lives. Thus everyone's growth is affected by one's surroundings.

Now imagine a world where this manipulation never has taken place. Will my and your life be the same? Imagine a world where you are born alone, no one to depend on right from your birth, there is never a need to communicate with anyone at all, all you need is you and no one else. Won't it be such a happy place? Now here, by happiness I mean peace of mind cause I strongly believe that it is not happiness that we seek but it is peace of mind that is ultimately sought. So if we were just born deaf and dumb and alone, we were to be indifferent in a harmless way to everyone around us, won't there be just peace all over? True that then may be man may never evolve as he will be always satisfied and satisfaction applies a full-stop to man's so-called progress. But have we progressed at all? Look at the beauties man claims to have created, have they really given us that happiness we so always long for? Look at people around us, how we love them, hate them, try to be good to them or even bad to them, look how much of our life is affected by them. Now if we stop to communicate at all then there will be no pain, there will be no hatred and there will be no confusion. But do we stop? No. When one person quits our life we latch on to some other person and then we find excuses in statements like "we need each other". How fake is that? We ourselves have developed this perception that we need a person, a certain someone to make our lives happy, to make our lives meaningful, to make it worth living, but in the process of finding this someone, we tend to let go of our own life, our thoughts, may be our morals, our duties; now yes, duties towards whom you say - well duties towards yourself. I curse myself for being selfish and self-centered, but then I look back and analyze the number of lives this selfishness has gone on to affect. Now one day I might just say that "Oh it hasn't really harmed anyone" but isn't that my perception? How can I be sure that it has not hurt anyone - this selfish nature of mine? Then I start judging everyone and I realize everyone is selfish; it is impossible to not be selfish; every deed is selfish and so many times it goes on to affect my life - sometimes in a good way and sometimes in a horrible way. Now again I go back to the "good and bad theory". Isn't it just an illusion? Everyone's definition of good and bad differs and the events that take place around you are just rated as "good" or "bad" as one chooses to see them. That is when convincing a person comes into picture. If a person chooses to ignore a particular incident as this goes on to affect his/her life in a way (good or bad is his/her way of looking at it again but one normally tends to ignore that which affects one in a bad way), then I do not understand an attempt to convince this person to see the things the other way; it is not a question of worth, it is not a question of love; it is just a question of freedom. Every person is on his own, free to think. I can only explain my way of looking at a thing. Everyone has their own eyes and I believe that everyone should just look at the situation by their own eyes; blinding yourself and agreeing to other person's vision is foolishness. Everyone has their own way of looking at things, everyone has their own way of judging matters and all this is affected by the way the person views his/her own life and his/her own surroundings. No two surroundings are similar and no two lives are similar, how can then two perceptions be similar? How can then two minds be similar? How can then one have the right to manipulate other's thoughts? I say it is an insult as then, you are deprived of your freedom to think and hence, it goes on to affect your freedom of choice. Sorry, I am not here to convince anyone, this is just my perception of looking at this world. I don't intend to manipulate your thoughts now but expression isn't manipulation, or is it?

Chuck Palahniuk (Quotes from Fight Club)

It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything.

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If you woke up at a different time, in a different place, could you wake up as a different person?

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On a long enough timeline, the survival rate for everyone drops to zero.

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Losing all hope was freedom.

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Marla Singer, she's like the scratch on the roof of your mouth that would heal if you just stop tonguing it but you can't.

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Marla’s philosophy of life is that she might die at any moment, the tragedy she said is that she didn’t.

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No fear, no distractions. The ability to let that which does not matter, truly slide.

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Now, a question of etiquette; as I pass, do I give you the ass or the crotch?

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I say stop being perfect, I say let's evolve, and let the chips fall where they may.

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The things you own, they end up owning you.

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Self-improvement is masturbation. Now self-destruction..

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Sticking feathers up your butt does not make you a chicken.

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First you have to give up, first you have to know, not fear; know that someday you're gonna die.

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The first soap was made from the ashes of heroes, like the first monkey shot into space! Without pain, without sacrifice, we would have nothing.

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Stop trying to control everything and just let go.

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Tuesday, August 28, 2007

To My E-Siblings

Although I represent the typical insatiable and non-content breed of human species, the one thing that I've got in abundance in these last few years without asking for much is this priceless love from my e-sisters. Although I was blessed with an elder brother, I'd always longed for a sister. I'd seen my friends irritating their sisters and I'd always longed to do so. However, it was only after 20 years that I got this opportunity. It was the day when I made my first online friend. Now this female started giving me advices at random pace, helped me get through a really confused phase (not that these phases don't go on to haunt me anymore but that was a forgetful moment nonetheless that she helped me get over). Few years later there again came a moment when I craved for constant attention and I got a very unlikely scrap on the notorious? Orkut saying, "You look like an interesting dude". Scared to the core I instantly rated her as my sister. Silly yes, but there developed an incredible bond, thanks to which I can irritate this person even at 2 am and demand her to "talk"! Then a few months later another kid on the "blog" was introduced to me and her kickass attitude made her my "instant-friend". Later on, as I got to know this mad-hatter, I realised that it is impossible to irritate her and impossible to crib before her for more than ten minutes. It is amazing the way she changes the mood. God bless her. Then just sometime back I met this kid whose birth date falls just two days before mine. Now I was born just four years and one day after my brother and this female was born 10 years and one day before my brother. Some weird calculations and assumptions later I arrived at the fact that she was surely one of my sisters who'd gone missing while we were wandering in the notorious? Kumbh Mela in our dreams.

Today being Raksha Bandhan, when every generous brother gifts his sister with material gifts and every other form of distraction, the cheap but thoughtful me decides to dedicate this beautiful post in the name of my e-sisters. The gift I type may not be valued in terms of money, but the love that this post tries to reflect is totally priceless.

Swati didi: Years ago we came close as we had nothing to do (that was virtually everyday) but sit home and crib about miseries that surrounded us. Years later, as and when we get time, we mail each other cribbing about the miseries surrounding us. Once in a while we do type in about the happy events too but ah well, we like to stay dejected. Here is to Swati didi for all that she's ever done for me without asking for anything at all. It means a lot to know you are still around whenever I need you. Can you believe it's been four years now? Yes! Been four years and counting and am still to get the Bhel from you! :P

Dividee: My dearest of dear sister. It's incredible - the relation we share. It would have been impossible to get through the past year and a half without your presence. All the 100 mail chains we shared have helped google detect the limitation of gmail and am sure even they are thanking us for the same. Thank you for all the smiles and the attempts at kicking my ass; though it's been so long, they still remain attempts. Yes div, somethings are just not "divically" possible. Wake up to the reality and start accepting the fact. Finally, stop copying me, get your own style! :P

Sneha: My kickass sibling - rather my ass-kicking sibling. The only one who can really take my case. Thou art blessed! Thou art incredible! And thou art badly missed. In your own way you've helped me change my perception towards life and explained how it is never a huge deal. Although you've never really helped me hit on your "heard about" hot sister, you've helped me in lot of other things for which am thankful about. Thank you for all the crazy times, hope to relive them soon. :)

Anasua: Yes you made it here! Although I've hardly talked to you, I've somehow always talked to you as I would if I were to have a real kid sis. Thank you for all the laughs and for tolerating the torture and chaos that me and Raghu used to create on your blog. It was a weird attempt to make you one of us. And I hope we succeeded in our lame attempt. Stay close, we are still to irritate you to our heart's content. Its still undone. :P

Finally, all the crazy times that I've ever shared with you guys are always remembered and every moment is treasured. Though I've cribbed about not having a million things in my life, I've never failed to thank Him for having blessed me with the "you" who have done everything possible to better this life for me. Here is a thanks to you, though it will never be enough. But c'mon, accept the limitations of your brother in expressing his thoughts and finding the right words for the moment. (This defect is also due to his limited vocabulary. Forgive him :P).

Thank you guys.

Love ya!

Thursday, August 23, 2007

Bass And Guitar Binge

This has been my favourite video for quite sometime now. Enjoy Jason Newsted and Kirk Hammet. Many vote Cliff Burton to be better than Newsted but I prefer the latter's style.

Song For The Day

Metallica - Whiskey In The Jar

As I was going over the Cork and Kerry Mountains
I saw Captain Farrell and his money he was countin'
I first produced my pistol and then produced my rapier
I said "Stand and deliver or the devil he may take ya"
I took all of his money and it was a pretty penny
I took all of his money yeah and I brought it home to Molly
She swore that she loved me no never would she leave me
But the devil take that woman, yeah, for you know she tricked me easy
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Being drunk and weary I went to Molly's chamber
Takin' my Molly with me, but I never knew the danger
For about six or maybe seven in walked Captain Farrell
I jumped up, fired my pistols, and I shot him with both barrels
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Yeah, whiskey, yo, whiskey...
Oh-oh, ya
Now some men like a fishin', but some men like the fowlin'
Some men like to hear, to hear the cannonball a-roarin'
But me, I like sleepin', `specially in my Molly's chamber
But here I am in prison, here I am with a ball and chain, yeah
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ha, ya
Whack for my daddy-o
Whack for my daddy-o
There's whiskey in the jar-o
Whiskey in the jar-o
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, hey
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da
Musha rain dum-a-doo dum-a-da, ya

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I hate the Thin Lizzy version (the original one). I think Metallica have covered it brilliantly!

Saturday, August 18, 2007

Lines For The Moment

I wish I was as fortunate, as fortunate as me

Pearl Jam (Wishlist)

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I wish I was the verb 'to trust' and never let you down

Pearl Jam (Wishlist)

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I've eaten the sun so my tongue
Has been burned of the taste
I have been guilty of kicking myself in the teeth.
I will speak no more of my feelings beneath

Alice In Chains (Down In A Hole)

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Thank you to the people in my life
For putting up with me
And thank you for the time you sacrificed
All on account of me

For all the times i didn't say

Fuck you to the jaded and the fake
Like to see what you would do
Fuck you and the judgements that you make
We're not all perfect just like you,
Like you, like you

Staind (Intro)

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Friday, August 17, 2007

Maa Kasam Duniyawaalon..

Yeh sab mere saath hi kyon hota hai? Har Hindi movie mereko bataati gayi ki ishq-vishq-pyar-vyar meri bas ki baat nahi. Phir bhi mujhe pyar kyon hua? Hua toh hua, usko merese pyar kyon nahi hua? Yaar har ek movie mein toh aisa hi hota hai na, ladka ladki pe fida hota hai, phir ladki bhaav khaati hai, phir ladka uske peeche padta hai, phir ladki kaise toh uske bichaaye hue jaal mein phas jaati hai, mein toh jaal beechaane se pehle hi ladki bhaag jaati hai, yeh kaisa insaaf hai!

Chalo bachpan ki baat karte hai, school mein jis bandhi se pyaar hua, uspe mera acha sa dost bhi fida ho gaya. Mein bada dilwaala hoke apne dost ko chance maarne ko diyaa. Phir wahi dost ne yeh bandhi ko kalti maarke kisi doosri ko pakda. Mein bhadak gaya, aur phir se ispe line maarne lag gaya. Lekin mein apni jabaan kholne se pehle hi yeh bandhi Canada chali gayi! Bedard zamaana sirf tamaasha dekhta reh gaya!

Yaar ek baar ek achi ladki mili thi meri college mein, mein socha chalo usko pataane ki koshish karun, toh mera dost aata hai aur bolta hai, "Yaar woh kya mast hai na? Mereko bahut pasand hai. Tereko kya lagta hai?" Meine dosti ke liye apne pyaar ki kurbaani de di. End mein na woh mujhe mili na mere dost ko. Hum dono humaare dukh ke aasoon ab tak paunch rahein hai.

Phir bahut saalon baat koi class mein ek bandhi aayi, achi lagi, uska koi boyfriend nahi hai sunke dil ko sukoon mila. Ek din usko pyaar se ghuur raha tha mein, ki achanak doosra dost aaya aur bola, "Yaar woh kya mast hai na". Saala! Zindagibhar kya dosti ke liye kurbaani hi deta rahoon! Mein bola, "Hadh hai yaar! Tu doosri pakad. Isko kal date pe aati hai kya karke puchega". Log kitna selfish hote hai, kabhi koi mere baarein mein bhi socho yaar. Toh doosre din mast ban than ke gaya class mein, par yaar woh ladki hi gayab thi. Chalo mereko laga agli baar puchega mein. Lekin yeh bandhi ek mahine baad class mein aayi. Bahut khush lag rahi thi. Mera dil bola, "Acha mauka hai" aur mera jawan dil aagey badha. Usko bola, "Yaar terese baat karni hai". Aur woh boli, "Mereko bhi tujhse baat karni hai". Mein socha, "Haila!" aur bola, "Haan haan, tu bol na. Mein rukta hai". Toh woh boli, "Yaar meri engagement ho gayi. Yeh dekh anguthee. Haan ab tu bol." Mein usko sirf "congratulations" karke apne aasun pite hue waapis gaya. Kya socha kya paaya dil ne...

Ab tai kiya, kabhi pyar nahi karunga, kabhi kisiko apna dil nahi doonga. Mera dil mere paas hi rahega!

Phir aaye woh ghane din jab mein sirf career ke peeche pada tha aur kidhar bhi nahi jaa raha tha. Par mera dil mere paas tha. Lekin pyaar toh hona hi thaa. Woh aayi aur mere dil phisal gaya. Mere saath saath mere dost ka bhi dil phisalna hi thaa. Saal beet gaya magar hum dono mein se usko koi pataa na saka. Itne time mein usko kisi aur ne pataa liya tha! Humaraa pyar wahi samapt ho gaya.

Phir dil kameena thaa. Bachpan ki dost pe phisal gaya. Usko jab iska doubt aaya toh usnein jaldi se apna shaadi manaa liya.

Dil ro uthaa, cheekh uthaa. Mein use sambhal na paya. Kisine mujhe sahaara diya. Dil phir se kameena bana. Jisne mujhe sambhaala, usko hi chahaane laga. Ikraar kiya inkaar mila, dil toot toot ke choor ho gaya! Magar ab yeh dil nahi royega. Kyon ki usdin meine sunaa jo Sonu Nigam ne kahaan, "Humko maalum hai ishq maasoom hai". Toh haan, mera ishq bhi utnaa hi maasoom hai duniyawaalon, toh phir yeh dard kyon? Kyon duniyaawalon kyon?

Sunday, August 12, 2007

AstroTales

Exactly 28 years ago, the "Astrology Inc." celebrated the birth of this baby boy who was predicted to give them the business that an astrologer can only dream of. The birth timing itself was a major controversy; let's blame it on the doctors and nurses who were helping his mother deliver the child, they were so busy handling the baby that they almost ignored the EXACT time when this child was born! They just did not care! They must've thought, "Yeah well, what difference will a second make anyway. The kid was born at 7.15 pm or 7.16 pm or even 7.15 am, the fact is that a new life has arrived and do hell with the timings!" But the astrologers literally capitalized on this issue and stated 2 stories - one each based on the two different seconds that the baby must've come into this world. (I have strong doubts that this baby entered this world in some third undisclosed second, based on which a secret kundli was designed, which was really accurate and which is held as a closely guarded secret by the astrologers all over the world.) So this baby's life was manipulated in all ways in order to protect him from the list of predicted maladies. It was a defensive approach held by the scared parents with the only intention of protecting their first born.

Four years and a day later the "Astrology Inc." again had a wide grin on their faces as the same house experienced the birth of another baby boy. A quick secret meeting later the astrologists had decided upon the maladies and misfortunes that were to be incorporated in this baby's kundli. Based on the same, a list of warnings was made:

1. There are high chances of him getting drowned in water so keep him away from water bodies. Do not teach him to swim as there are chances of him drowning in the swimming pool itself.

2. Keep a track of his friends as he is bound to fall in bad company and there are chances that he may end up wasting his life.

3. Keep him away from girls. Although he may get excellent friends in girls, he will be tricked by this female who will take advantage of his love for her and will ruin his life in every way.

4. He has got a weak stomach. Do not let him learn any form of martial arts or do not let him be involved in any kind of physical sport.

5. He is bound to meet with a horrible accident if he rides a vehicle. Beware!

6. He will attain success only if he stays in commerce field.

7. He will be dependent on his parents and peers for most of his life as he won't be rich.

The scared parents again took a protective approach and obediently followed all the instructions that the astrologer had given them.

1. He never was allowed to go near the sea. He was never allowed to join swimming. He developed a fear of water and no one knew why.

2. He was not allowed to seek admission in school of Commercial Arts as the artists might have a bad influence on the child. The images of artists holding beer mug in one hand and the cancer stick in another was painted before him.

Also commerce was chosen for number of reasons:
a. He would be successful only if he were to follow a career in commerce field.
b. The college was just two buildings away from the place where he stayed, so the company he keeps will be checked at all the times.

3. He was always a shy guy and had never talked to a single female for 17 years of his life, so when he was nearly friends with a female for the first time, her background was thoroughly checked.

4. He was never allowed to join any martial arts schools.

5. He wasn't allowed to drive vehicles beyond a certain area, let's say that area was the suburb he stayed in.

One fine day the boy realised that he wasn't really happy with the way his life was shaping up, so he decided to undo it all and start all over again. He got his kundli studied and to his amusement, it spoke accurately of his past life but only predicted his future. However, it only spoke of his life if it were to go on one designed course and the only prediction that he got for living his life otherwise was "you will fail". Then he thought over the definitions of failure and success and deleted the terms altogether from his dictionary. He redefined the words "right" and "wrong" for himself and he took the responsibility of staying truthful to them.

He jumped in the ocean and floated on the water, it didn't kill him. Time and time again he did the same, he is still alive and typing. Once in a while the nightmares of the ocean coming alive to eat him do ruin his sleep but that won't kill the love he has for the sea now.

He quit his field of commerce and started sketching. He still does and he doesn't care if that is a mistake. He enjoys doing the same.

He boxed his heart out with the walls in his room and he never suffered anything more than a few weeks of sore knuckles.

He's met with innumerable accidents so far, but he rides on.

However, he still does depend upon his family for virtually everything and he is ashamed of it. But he plans to grow up soon.

The very fact that I am scared of astrology proves my belief in the same. I am not against it and I do not defy it; but I hate the fact that its influence goes on to manipulate one's life many a times. A prediction made jokingly or made after some serious studies may just come true. But finally it is just that - a prediction.

Monday, August 06, 2007

Things That Irritate Me

After a real forgetful morning and series of forgetful incidences that have already been happening and overshadowing all the happiness since the start of July, all I want to do now is crib, crib and crib some more and I'm not stopping there!

1. a) I hate to make plans.
b) I hate it when I still go on to make plans and they don't work out as I want them to.

2. I'm not a movie buff but once in a while when I reach a cinema hall, I hate to see that stupid "house full" board hanging there and people outside selling the tickets in black at obscene rates!

3. As aforementioned, I'm always outta plans and when I design one, I intend it works out, if not I never have any back-up plans to fall back on. So if you are the unfortunate one accompanying me, please don't hate me for failure of the original plan, I am already suffering.

4. Society - there are number of reasons that I hate it but as someone suggested, hating it just gives it unnecessary attention and importance, so just ignore it and be indifferent towards it. I do try my best to do so but well it goes on to irritate my family, it goes on to affect me indirectly.

5. My miserly ways (but they prevail for some undisclosed reasons).

6. People asking me to justify my miserly ways.

7. People failing to understand what am trying to quote.

8. a) When I justify myself and people still fail to see things my way!
b) Me expecting people to see things my way

9. The disorganized life that I'm currently leading.

10. People saying "hey bhaggu" for "hey bhagwan".

11. People telling me to execute their ideas.

12. People attempting to control my ideas.

13. Unsuccessful attempts at making irritated people smile and getting impatient and screaming at them in the process.

14. Being a bore.

15. Getting irritated by blogging about things that irritate me.

Saturday, August 04, 2007

Just A Thought


Once the rains are gone, will the rocks miss the moss?

Thursday, June 28, 2007

Wish You Were Here

Ok this was long pending. Today I had to type it out!

So I put on the once-defined Best of Floyd CD last night cause I was dying to listen to duh.. Floyd! (Later on I was to learn that one CD is just not enough to fit in the Best of Floyd and so I never made another one.) Well it all began 4 days back actually when I found my old guitar book. The initial part of it was filled with papa kehte hai, kal ho na ho and ajeeb daastan. Then finally I came to the pages where hotel california, sweet child of mine and stairway to heaven were respectfully written. Then just as I was about to close the book I noticed the last page and there it was - the very first solo I'd tried to tab - it was the small solo played in song the final cut and I played it immediately on my guitar. It took me back to the day when I'd tabbed it. Then it all came back to me.

Tanmay had left for Pune leaving behind a "deep" void. Him and Sundar were the ones who'd got me into Floyd (God bless them - Floyd/Tanmay/Sundar - all of them) and Tanmay had already started strumming most of the Floyd songs beautifully even before I could strum the C-chord properly and he would die trying to teach me the strumming patterns of these songs. He's unbelievably patient! Trust me people. If I were to teach myself, then I would've ended up smashing the guitar right into my face. So yes, Tanmay had left for Pune and I was to meet him in a week's time. Ever since I've learnt to hold the guitar he's been my sole guitar playing partner-cum-teacher, so a discussion as to what all new stuff we've learnt in these 2 months was bound to arise; so I was really keen to learn to play a new song, and I'd taken up his favourite Floyd song and tried to tab its solo which was thankfully easy. Then I'd played the same and had won his praise, it felt nice. Thank you thank you! So the other day I strummed the song and I realized how deeply have Floyd and Tanmay affected my life (yes expect more such corny stuff in this post).

So this post is dedicated strictly to my dear friend Tanmay - one of the best people I've known, the person whom I trust the most, the person whom I can easily confide in, oh ok, the only guy-friend whom I can so easily confide in, probably the only guy friend who knows of my latest of crushes and well... okay I would go on and on but the post has already become too sidey and I don't intend to give people wrong impressions about my relationship with Tanmay - YES YOU! STOP RIGHT THERE! IT'S NOT HOW YOU THINK IT IS!

We've come a long way - from knowing each other since the 8th grade - to becoming friends in the 9th - from cracking irritating one liners and kicking each other's ass - to me "betraying" him by acting a blabbermouth and letting the world know of his "secret" about the girl-he-liked-but-denied-he-liked-and-instead-accused-me-of-liking-her in the 10th grade - from playing the best cricket of our lives in 11th and 12th to fighting over who's better - Shah Rukh Khan or Amir Khan as also Backstreet Boys or Boyzone - then drifting apart a bit for next two years and then coming back to become the best of buddies till date - still fighting over who deserves to be in the second spot in our list of Best Rock Bands ever - Metallica or Iron Maiden - and hell lotta other things which shall never be disclosed to anyone.

Whenever I put on Floyd, the first person that comes to my head is Tanmay and the way I used to irritate him when he tried to make me listen to them as he detested the sounds of Linkin' Park (embarrassed) and Metallica, which were once my favourite bands some 4 years ago. Then finally when the enlightenment did happen, he educated me on Floyd and after I learnt to pluck my guitar, there was a total change of taste in music - what I hailed back then, I almost detest it now and Floyd rules without a shed of doubt. It shall always be Pink Floyd on the top of my charts and then any other band for me. Ok am drifting now but a post on Floyd won't really disappoint Tanmay and he would go on to appreciate it as well. The Roger Waters concert we attended was one of the best things that has happened to me and it certainly will be rated as one of the best days I've ever seen in my life. (Alright smartmouths, no one reminds me of the 3000 bucks passes or you've had it!)

So coming back to Tanmay, really miss the days when we used to attempt strumming songs together (well, he can play them, I still make an attempt to) and make Gauri listen to us (Oh God we irritate him so much!) and the days when we used to just sit with my LLB gang - all fucked up - thinking and wondering where our lives were heading and how sadly we were wasting them by just hanging around aimlessly at Prithvis and CCDs and Prithvis and Mochas and did I say Prithvi? (Alright its a private joke, so rest of the world may keep wondering.) Miss the days when we used to think we were wasting life when we were actually living it - it's so funny we never realized.

Saturday, June 16, 2007

Puddle Of Mud & A Vote Of Thanks


The chaos reminds me of a kid sometimes. The age of innocence as it is rated. The absence of malice due to the ignorance of its existence altogether. The kid sees the dirty waters and it happily wants to jump into the same, feel the filth and enjoy a strange satisfaction. Even at that age staying clean isn't a "cool" idea probably. But the motherly hand rightly slaps the kid and washes off the stains and tries to clean the muck off the child so the child is nice and clean again. The child however keeps thinking of the dirty waters and its next opportunity to soak itself in the dirt. The child enjoys the muck till someone gets him out of the same. It is thus guided to think as to what the world thinks is dirt, what the "guide" thinks is dirt and finally what "I" should consider as "dirt". The child then grows up and wants to be on his own. He assures the scared mother that he won't get dirty again as he is aware of the filth. But the hand is no longer there to slap and clean. Now the child sees the mud and happily embraces the dirt; in the process he finds his friends already enjoying the mud bath. Then he finds a hand who helps him enjoy the swim. Then they all drown to live an unheard death.

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Today I want to thank you for letting me feel proud for what I am. You helped me shape my beliefs helped me be the person I am. Not all of you are present with me today. Some have decided to act ignorant and apathetic as today they let their ego defeat all that ever was . However I know I can trust you and am happy of the fact that there still exists you, whom, even in times of hate, I can so blindly trust. Some have decided to walk away for their own best bidding a careless goodbye but I still trust thee. Then there are the new you who have become inseparable. You go on to understand who I am and what I am and hadn't it been for you, I wouldn't have understood the words like "trust" and "faith". I am blessed to have you. Once again, thank you!

Sunday, June 10, 2007

Hate Actually...

It still very much persists! They still hate me as much! I thought times have changed now and we all have matured enough to move on with our lives forgetting the old trifle issues; and they'd started accepting me for what I am and my way of life, but hell no!

They had it all planned out, they've been planning that attack for years now, just waiting for the right moment to strike; waiting for that lonesome moonless night when I would be all tired and helpless, when my only defence would be a calm surrender and which, in this case, meant embracing death at their jaws.

I should've seen it coming, should've recognized the warning signs when about a month back I went for my first cycle ride after 7 years. There they were, all over the alley, swarming the street like soldiers in times of war; I tried to smoothly cross them and a few of them just yelped, making me aware of their presence and the persisting hatred perhaps, but I'd banished these thoughts of hatred when just 2 weeks later the "cute" dog that Ms. Das had made friends with had given me the "I no longer care about your presence" look. It had made me delirious but the celebration was a secret affair, lest some feelings got affected in the process. Then it happened!

The moment had arrived! The stage was set for the encounter. A kilometer long alley, darkness of the night, punctured tires, a solo helpless rider desperate to reach home; it was a perfect trap!

They stood in 3 packs there, guarding their own areas. The first attack was lame, the attacker rose a bit too soon from his act of sleep as that was to be a warning enough for my tired-but-experienced eye to realize the oncoming danger. I accelerated away from them even before the entire pack could come a meter close to me! "They have a lot to explain to someone tomorrow", I thought as I phewed away on my bike. The second pack lay sleeping just a few meters from the first pack and I slowed down a bit seeing some pups playing around the area. I sounded the horn and the dogs nicely let me pass in peace! "Ah this is how its done," I thought. They'd left me thinking such after such a matured and understanding act. Also Ms. Das' advice of, "You just have to talk nicely to them" rung in my head. Alright, I thought, I just have to slow down and sound my horn. But soon I was to learn that the act put up by the second pack was a perfect deceit. There was no niceness in the air, it was plain blood and war! The act of letting me go was a decoy and I took the bait. The third pack lay sleeping some 10 meters from me now and I slowed down again and went on to sound the horn so as to alert them. I should've then noticed the vicious smile that one of the dogs had given me. I was now 4 meters from the pack and only then I heard the sound of heavy breath. I looked to my hind right and yes, there they were, racing on towards me to tear me apart. Seeing me distracted, the third pack took to their legs and the leader barked the "Attack!" bark. They couldn't have got me in a better (for me worse) place as to my left was a gutter, right in front of me stood a parked bus and to my right, some few dozens of blood thirsty canines ready to gnaw my skin!

My mind raced back 11 years. One day when I was happily cycling my way to school humming the background score of "Street Hawk" and trying to act Jessie on my cycle, these beasts had suddenly appeared from nowhere and had resulted in my fall. Then I remembered my neighbour-waking scream which had immediately gathered a crowd around me and thus saving me from the destined death. But back then I'd screamed at 6.30 am, the time when the world waits for their alarm clock to sound again; and now it was 2.30 am - the time when the same people would've fed me to these blood thirsty animals had I disturbed them with my scream. But I had no other option, I was going to be their meal anyway, and so, not letting performance anxiety get to me, I let out that earth-shaking, glass-breaking and most importantly, dog-confusing scream. It was a simple loud "AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" and it was done by looking straight in the eye of the leader of the pack. Stunned by that voice, I think, the leader backed away and rest of the gang just yelped, frozen in their respective positions. Without wasting a millisecond more, I sped away. I opened the garage door and fell to the ground, the trembling legs couldn't find life in them. A few minutes later I gathered myself and walked into my home.

I guess some things are bound to be and they will never change! Their hatred towards me shall continue forever! But I still hold a soft spot for Labradors and I believe so do they. The Lab owned by my cousin is one of the laziest beasts I've ever seen - too lazy to even bark at strangers, chasing speeding metal is just out of question. So if you ask me if I would ever own a pet dog, then I would say "Yes" only on 3 conditions:
1. It has to be a Labrador
2. You have to clean the poop
3. You have to make him like me somehow. I cannot stand conspirators.

Sunday, June 03, 2007

Thought For The Day

Test of true friendship: No matter how badly your friend stinks, you would still want to hug him :P

Journey

The slight drizzle after the heavy downpour had made it a pleasant life now. The nature suddenly had come alive as the soaked green trees happily waved in the breeze. The waterfalls had already started bathing the heated mountain rocks and a sparrow fluttered its wings in an attempt to dry them on a nearby branch. There was a welcome calm.

Raghav sat pondering over his mother's words as he enjoyed the wetness of the rain drops on his outstretched arms. He seemed far away from the commotion that went on inside the van which carried him home. He barely noticed his fat cousin sitting on his lap. He somehow didn't care to whine about the same now. He barely heard his uncle discuss over the gruesome accident that he had witnessed ten minutes back. He preferred appreciating the beauty that lay outside. He was happy.

He looked at his fellow travelers and smiled. The brilliant colours of nature were ignored over a discussion on the deaths and destruction caused by the same. He thought over the words again, ".. too busy to notice God", smiled and continued to enjoy the nature and peace it had brought within him.

He thought of his life as a kid. For once he tried to focus on the happy part of it and chose to ignore the sad memories. He realized his power to choose.

He thought of the girl he'd liked sometime back. She wasn't the prettiest thing on earth, she didn't possess the fairy-tale looks, she wasn't his dream girl or even close, but he'd liked her, liked her inspite of all this. But back then he'd never mentioned her to any of his friends and never her as he'd feared being mocked at for falling for a not-so-pretty female. Today he felt like going to her and telling her how he felt of her.

He looked at his sister and recalled the day she'd rudely refused the guy who'd proposed to marry her because he chose blue over green and left over right or something like that. He felt sorry for having judged her.

He thought of the blind man who begged outside his school. He wondered if this blind man's life was more different than his own. "Perhaps he was blind not out of choice", thought Raghav, "but I am! I choose to play blind towards all the good that has ever happened to me and still happens around me, but I choose to pay heed to all the wrongs and let them seem magnified than they actually are. I choose to hate a person for all the bad he's ever done to me and forget all his good deeds. I choose to let sorrow easily affect me and I choose to let my happiness rest in someone else's hands and not mine. I choose to shut close the door to the light and shout darkness. I choose to be blind."

He was amused by the excitement created by a tragedy and the long lasting effect it holds over a human mind; how easily it overshadows the good news for the day. How we immortalize the same and let the evil taste a moral victory.

Raghav's mind revisited the temple. He saw the idol of God for 2 seconds again. But this time he let his eyes focus on the brilliant smile the idol wore. He saw the decorations made in praise of the Lord, the beautiful throne on which He was seated; he suddenly seemed to have spent more time in those 2 seconds before the Lord. He looked at the crowded villagers and witnessed the faith they carried in their eyes; how their old tired bodies had bore the brunt of the scorching heat and had still climbed the hill. He noticed their naked feet, all swollen now. They'd come to seek His blessings and all this barely seemed to have affected them or their faith in Him. Did they not feel the heat? Did they never feel the pain? Did they not see that beggar? Did they not see that dirt? Did they not feel the crowd? Did they still find peace?

Raghav saw the pundits who were busy making money in the name of the Almighty. He compared his life with theirs. Back in city, he had a million ways of earning a living but here they had just 2 choices - either become a farmer, which wasn't possible for all of them, or lead a life of a pundit and earn their living.

He thought of the chaos now and it suddenly seemed to have calm itself. He looked at the world around him, it seemed beautiful.

Friday, June 01, 2007

Raghav goes to temple

It was hot and Raghav certainly wasn't enjoying it. He was sweating from head to toe and he could barely recognize his stink from his sticky stinky neighbours'. It was 11 am and Raghav was trying to rest himself in the temple. After a million "Why"s later Raghav had unwillingly packed his bags and had come to his village to visit his family deity with all 15 family members. He always had hated his aunts and uncles and traveling with them for 3 days certainly wasn't his best of dreams. But here he found himself sitting amongst them inside the temple which was a good 30 min climb, atop a hill some 18 hours from where he stayed at a nice cozy place in Mumbai.

The temple was a small room which could barely fit some 30 to 40 people at the most. Inside this temple hung a single 3-blade fan about 5 to 6 metres from the floor, which rotated at a real sloppy pace. It was as good as inexistent as it certainly wasn't sufficient to comfort - the 300 plus worshipers that stormed the place every second, a God, few dozen pundits and an irritated Raghav, who was pushed away by the guards as he'd stood before the Idol for more than the stipulated time of 2 seconds alloted to each devotee, and Raghav wasn't even one! Raghav was sitting in the middle of a small square meant for meditation. Raghav found it impossible to close his eyes as he kept his focus on the rat that seemed to enjoy itself amongst the crowd as anyone barely noticed its presence. What amused Raghav was that it was merely shooed away by a lady who had her eyes tightly closed in order to offer some serious prayers; who, hadn't she been in that state, would have had certainly cried for help on seeing the rodent! "Ah well! The God favors him", Raghav thought. Around Raghav sat some few hundred people offering their prayers and the pundits doing the needful by chanting away the prayers in a language best understood by them and probably the God. The rat quietly made its way out of the temple without causing any disturbance whatsoever. Raghav now tried to close his eyes and meditate. However the rice flakes kept hitting him and it really bothered Raghav. He nearly shouted, "Watch your aim!" but on realizing that he would have to do that at the risk of losing his place made him stay quiet. It was all bearable till the village Sarpanch decided to show up. Suddenly everyone had a change of taste! The devotees suddenly changed their God. More than half the temple suddenly touched the Sarpanch's feet as they shamelessly turned their back to the Almighty! Raghav's cousin turned to him and whispered, "Ah well, they feel, if not the labeled-God, at least the voted-God would grant their wishes ", Raghav chuckled. But his smile was soon to die away as now the entire "first family" of the village made its entry into the temple to offer their prayers. The villagers gave them enough space so that at least they could offer their prayers in peace. But this was done at the cost of the already present crowded devotees and Raghav, who had just about enough space to keep his toe from stepping in his neighbour's pooja! As a result bodies were pushed and Raghav was getting dragged behind.

Then it happened!

An elderly lady slipped off her sari fell head first on Raghav's shoulders. Her long, wet, sticky hair filled Rahgav's nose, who, while attempting to shoo it away, let the lady fall on him even more so that her arm slapped Raghav and Raghav's body, in order to save itself from falling, adjusted its right arm in such a way that it fell on the pooja of one of the neighbours' and extinguished the light or the aarti. The pundit not only stopped chanting the prayers but in the same sentence he swore at Raghav. The "fallen Raghav" now had the chance of looking at the staring eyes of the person on whom he'd fallen. Before the man could take resort to any form of physical violence (as Raghav feared then), Raghav quickly moved his left hand and pushed the lady off him. The result of his action led to displacement of three more poojas and Raghav was pushed out of the square. Now an enraged Raghav pushed himself out of the temple as all angry devotees took turns swearing at him.

Out of the temple and breathing life again, Raghav tried resting on the benches waiting for his family members to finish of their prayers. But peace was far from Raghav. The beggars came upto him and it took 20 minutes to explain them that he wasn't carrying any money. Irritated by the nonsense, Raghav went on to rest near the cliff, but the pile of garbage that lay astray bothered him even more. Dried coconuts, dried flowers, plastic and more plastic filled the surroundings. It was a garbage dump! Fuming he went back to the temple veranda where some pundits tried to coerce him into paying them some amount so they would offer prayers in his name. Irritated by the "God-on-sale" campaign throughout the area, he nearly screamed at his mother when she stepped out of the temple.

"I hate temples! These certainly are the filthiest places on earth or at least this one is! I try to offer prayers and I'm pushed away by the guards, I try to meditate and it's impossible to breathe, there are rodents all over the place, they try to sell God, there is garbage everywhere! It's the last place where God would choose to reside! If God does reside over here, I really pity Him as he has to witness all this muck that lays undisturbed around His so-called home! His loyal worshipers are blind, they go on to choose the Sarpanch before Him, why do they even care to call Him the God, instead they should just choose the Sarpanch as their God right? Mother, really where is God here?"

Mother quietly looked at Raghav and smiled. In a very quiet voice she said, "Yes Raghav, you were too busy to notice God".

Thursday, May 10, 2007

And Again!

I've never claimed my life to be fun. As I had mentioned in my "firstest" post, fun and me stay hundred miles apart. But I have always believed that there was some kind of motion in my life. All this has come to a disturbing halt! Oh, the chaos still exists, but there is monotony. I used to bitch about it but I admit to have learnt quite a lot from this chaos itself; but suddenly the chaos has silenced itself in a very different way. There used to be million things in my head while I went on to live my day, but I've arrested the rest of my activities and now there is monotony. It was supposed to simplify my life but it has complicated my mind further, the result of inactivity surely.

It has been more than three months since I've touched that black diary of mine, so all these days I haven't written a single word; it's been 5 days since I've played a complete song on my guitar, (it's been more than a month since I've learnt a new song which is another disturbing fact); it's been more than a month since I've gone for a nice jog and stared at the sidey couples making out in the park; it's been more than 3 months since the next door aunty has seen me work out from her glass window; it's been God-knows-how-many months since I've talked utter nonsense with Ms. Mohanty or Mr. Rangarajan or even Ms. Das for that matter, (Ms. Das and Ms. Mohanty have suddenly disappeared in their own sweet world is a different issue altogether, though I haven't had a proper opportunity to disturb them either); also Ms. P Singh has been busy with her life and no pseudo flirting has had happened in past 2 months apparently; it's been 2 weeks since I've shaved my beard and 3 months since I've trimmed the goatee part of it, I was forced to shampoo it the other day as it started getting entangled within itself, that was one hell of a moment! My deodorant bottle is empty and I have been stinking at work for 4 days now; my sketch book lies untouched and I don't know if I can draw anymore, there is more to support this doubt of mine - the other day when my friend asked me to draw a caricature of a cow, I tried making the same for some 4 days and was totally unsuccessful! It was pathetic! I haven't read the newspaper for more than a month now, I never was much of a news channel guy, but I still tried to stay in tune with the happenings in this mockshit labeled as " our world"; VH1 and all other music channels simply don't matter to me anymore.

I just am feeling I've arrested my own self at a place where I am actually beginning to believe I'm "working"! I've never worked in my life and I don't like to work! I have always believed that the purpose of life is defeated when you stop enjoying it and well, that is exactly what happens when you feel you are "working"!

Well, as Scott Stapp rightly says:

I cry out to God
Seeking only his decision
Gabriel stands and confirms
I've created my own prison

Now kindly excuse me, I have to jet, need to reach office in 30 minutes! So long and goodnight!

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PS: A special thanks to Ms. Divya, Ms. Red and Ms. Kaul for their smart ass messages which have helped me get through some really dull and boring moments that have become a frequent phenomena of late.

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PPS:
Dread not those who curse you
'Cause they are inviting their own doom
Keep the ones who bless you
'Cause it's them who'll help you get through
(It may not be the best creations, but it is very related)

Monday, March 26, 2007

The Morning After...

The very first thing that wakes you up is the thumping headache. While you are trying to deal with the same, you tend to look around so as to figure out how you landed where you presently are! As the brain fights to function and make sense of things around you, the head again begs for relief. You want to sleep more but the world just keeps on spinning. The stomach is crying for food but the esophagus threatens to give away whatever undigested solid, liquid or even air it has stored in it since the stomach refused to keep it with itself; this makes you re-consider the plans to look for food. You bitch about the fuckin' headache to yourself! Again you take a look around, this time to register all the people lying around you or awake around you in the same physical state with the same problem (you HOPE). You exchange a quick "good morning" to the helpers and the helped, as well as the useless others and then bitch about the fuckin' headache! Then you look at the torn pants that you are wearing and recall the 2-second fight that had happened the night before, then your thigh hurts. It reminds you of the "graceless fall" which had left your thigh in a horrible pain even in that numb situation. You fail to recollect the hands that had then helped you to your feet. Once again you bitch about the fuckin' headache which makes the pain in the thigh as good as non-existent. A quick look at the once-upon-a-time black t-shirt and you wish they'd used a good quality paint to paint the stairway and the terrace! After you've had bitched about the fuckin' headache, you stumble to your feet as you decide to march down the terrace, before you crash to the ground a pair of helping hands break your fall. Then you and your friend-in-need proceed to the house. On the way you tend to bitch about the fuckin' headache a couple of times more! You change the pants, thank God that he gave you the mind to change into your friend's dad's shorts in time, thus, keeping your pants safe; but the moment you start feeling proud of yourself and think of dancing a quick victory dance, a new friend enters the room bitching about the same ol' fuckin' headache. Finally you collect your cell, find some 5 missed calls and zillion SMSes, you first dial the concerned mother telling her you have just woken up and are now leaving for home, then you go on to check the weird "replies" to the alleged SMSes you'd sent during the night. Most of the SMSes express concern and hugs and while you try to figure out the mystery behind these, there are a few others telling you to kindly take a hike for waking the senders in the middle of the night with some nonsensical apology. You now type in a sensible apology to all. After dealing with the mysterious allegations you wake "the sober one" and ask him for details. But "the sober one" acts selfish and looks a bit pissed for waking him up, you simply swear at him and leave for your house. But you do turn around once and bitch about the fuckin' headache. Then you start your bike, go to a tea-stall, have a cup of nice hot tea to get rid of the fuckin' headache (the failure of the attempt being guaranteed from your previous experience, but that won't stop you from trying it one more time) and now head for home. On reaching, you first head to the loo and spend some peaceful 20 minutes there; on coming out you go on to brush your teeth to take care of smelly give-aways. Then your mom offers you tea. As you gulp it down, she asks for breakfast, the esophagus again shoots warnings, you kindly refuse.

In order to avoid the raising of any sort of suspicions, you act as you normally would on a normal sober day, so you switch on the computer and close your room. You keep bitching about the fuckin' headache for half an hour till you can't take it anymore and tell your mom that you've been up all night and now you need to sleep, your mother gives you the "I know what you were upto" look but the good mother that she is, doesn't say a word and tells you to get some rest. You crash on the bed and the world around you starts spinning again. The stomach doesn't stop churning either. Its keeps crying to throw up all that it has in store but you just don't want to do it. You fail to fall asleep thanks to the fuckin' headache. But after a few horrible moments you do get lost in a deep deep slumber and only a 7th call for lunch wakes you up. You realize your stomach doesn't even have air left in it and so you hog on the lunch as if there is no tomorrow. You again head off to sleep. A nice nap later you realize the head is aching less but the stomach is still churning. Though the physical state has quite improved now, the mental shock as to what your dearest of pals made you drink the other night still disturbs you. But your concern for them makes you call them to know their physical et mental state and you are happy to find them suffering similar problems. Then at the end of the day, everyone takes the oath to never ever touch the cursed happy potion again. An unanimous "amen" later the Almighty forgives us and cures us of the fuckin' headache!

Friday, March 23, 2007

Blame It On Singo!

The characters in this post are taken from Ninkita's post "One fine day".



It all started last night. I had told Singo to call me without fail as she wanted information on something. I stayed up till 2 am expecting her to call up but I guess she was busy with her work and then had conveniently forgot all about the call. My tired eyes finally couldn't take it anymore and fell asleep. Now at 3.30 am, I guess I was still thinking about Singo as I dreamt of her.

The dream went as such:

Scene 1:

SIngo was in Mumbai and was staying over at my place! Woohoo! Singo and me were nicely discussing something over her laptop in my room when suddenly Kitkat called up, "Guys, guess what, am in Mumbai too! Mom sent me to pick up Singo." Yay! A short celebration later Kitkat had joined Singo and me in my room.

Scene 2:


It was 11pm and I was sitting with my mommy waiting for Kitkat and Singo who'd gone to visit some friend in Mumbai. Suddenly Kitkat calls up, "Hey, we are stuck here, we can come to your place only by 1 am and then we'll stay up all night okay? No sleeping. Chaw!"

Scene 3:

It's 1am and there are guests all over my place. I become irritated that Singo and Kitkat are yet to show up. Frustrated I call up Kitkat, "Oye bad news!" she starts. "But something just came up and we have to leave for Delhi by 6 am. So we cannot meet you now. We'll meet you the next time we come to Mumbai." Now I get pissed off, "What the hell! You said you'll come over to meet me Kitkat. We hardly met for 2 minutes and now you have to leave? You are coming over to my place!" Kitkat started apologizing and I don't recall the exact words I spoke later on over the phone, just recall me shouting, "Alright! Fuck off! I don't wanna see you." Then Kitkat said, "No yaar, chal we'll come to meet you for 5 minutes". And I recall shouting again, "No! You don't come to my place now! Fuck off! I don't want to meet you at all" And I recall Kitkat saying, "Fine! We won't come! Bye!" And then I recall slamming down the phone.

Scene 4:

Its 2 am and my brother has to leave for Pune. I'm at my granny's place and bidding my brother goodbye. Enter a taxi and out step Singo and Kitkat saying how sorry they are! I gave them an angry look and woke up saying, "Jao Delhi! Jao Delhi!"



I saw the clock, it was 4 am. I recalled I had to wake up Sammy at 6.30 am. I set the alarm for 6 and tried to sleep. But I was still troubled over the fact that Singo hadn't even left a message saying why she hadn't called. Then suddenly I recalled the dream and the hasty exit of Singo and Kitkat from Mumbai and I was pissed off even more. There was no need for the alarm as I was all awake and angry. At 6.30 I typed in "S" and searched for Sammy's number in the phonebook of my cell. Nicely I dialed the very first name that appeared in the list and ended up waking my sister-in-law with a gentle "Abey! It's 6.30. Uth be!" She was shocked to get my call so early and immediately asked me what the hell is wrong with me. Only when I heard Marathi speaking lady on the other end that I realised that I'd woken up the wrong "S". I quickly disconnected the call and called up Sammy! Phew! The explanation of how I messed up the names took some 30 minutes as my sis-in-law wasn't able to recover from the shock as to what language I use with my friends!

Then I called up Kitkat and narrated her the events and I went on to buy eggs. Maggi and eggs were for breakfast and I was bleeding hungry! Hastily I fell one of the eggs and I had to clean up the mess, my breakfast got delayed and my hunger was now unbearable! Quickly I made Maggi and then started boiling the eggs. An impatient hungry wait later, I cracked the eggs only to realise that they were half boiled and now me and my dad had to suffer the worse cooked-Maggi ever!

An eventful morning it has been so far and Kitkat has blessed me with more adventures in the day. Let's see how it goes. Oh by the way, Good Morning world! :)