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?