The Top of one mountain is the Beginning of another.

Enter the Dragon (Bangkok)

2011-09-03T23:14:00.000-07:00

Its almost nearing my one week milestone here in Bangkok and Aug 29th Marks the three month Anniversary of my marriage. O boy has it been engaging and hectic but this post is not about marriage (Whole life to write and possibly crib about it) so lets not get into that now.

Sukhumvit Square

When I came back to India from middle east I never imagined that I would be heading out of the country so soon but as lady luck would have it, my company offered me a role in Thailand and I took it with both hands because I was starting to get itchy about Delhi and wanted to get out of there. That place is just not for normal human beings. Never in my life have I undergone so much losses as in my 4 months in Delhi NCR. People are just out there to find every possible way to squeeze you out with your money. Anyways, there is a good possibility that I have to go back to Delhi once this project gets done so I don’t wanna crib about it too much yet.

So here we are in Bangkok, my first time in South East Asia. Everything around here feels so damn weird, so damn new, especially the food. Its not like its my first time Outside India but it was relatively easier for me to adjust to Middle east because in terms of food it was more or less similar. But out here I am mortally terrified to try something new, lest it turns out to be some exotic and extinct species. As it is I have got the loosies because of the change of diet and which is proof enough that I have a super sensitive stomach and I curse god for that! >.<

Here is a list of a few interesting things that I noticed out here.

They are known as "Taxi Meter"

1. They have Pink Taxi’s (Pukes). Also the cars here are really old, makes me think that Bangkok’ites are not into cars that much. In a very rare case will you find a Ferrari and a Maserati strutting by. And I think it is understandable, because the traffic situation out here in absolutely horrible. I had read about it before and thank god for the really planned and well connected metro trains, it makes life so much easier.

Need a lift?

2. They still have two stroke bikes in this country :O and they are mighty popular as well which has its benefits as well, as in, they have devised a mighty effective solution for short distance travel. What they have is, mopeds stationed at every street which take you to wherever you wish to, for a small fee as compared to the taxis. They even give you a spare helmet, the only downside is that you have to hang on for your dear life while the dude squeezes through narrow gaps between cars and even narrower lanes.

They like to eat all kinds of balls, I mean literally!

3. I don’t know where to begin if I have to on the topic of Food. Seriously, if I try a different dish every day for two times for the next three months, I still be left with options. For Eg: Yesterday for Brunch I had, Fried Chicken with Rice, Chicken water soup and for desert, Sticky rice with Coconut milk and Black beans. Beer later in the afternoon. Sweet coconut water(which was heavenly sweet and tons of coconut to be scraped off later), Plums. And then Chicken Fried Rice for dinner (The Thai’s give a bad name to Chicken Fried Rice that you get in India, It was the worst Fried Rice that I ever ate).

I think people out here eat very little. They just have small bowls of rice for their meals and little gravy on top of it, not that I am complaining. Even KFC has their local variant which has Shredded Fried chicken in various curries with one small bowl of rice (This is extremely tasty and in almost comes under budget food).

Tender and super sweet coconut water!

The ingredient that goes into their vegetarian food is absolutely horrible to say the least. And I don’t think Thai traditional Food looks even a little appetising. People here like to mash up absolutely anything and everything and they like everything liquidy, be it rice, noodles or soup. I once ordered Chicken Noodles and what I got was an entire boiled Chicken leg piece in a big soup kinda bowl and boiled noodles swimming in that soup. I was so perplexed as in how the hell is one supposed to eat this, with a spoon or directly drink it from the bowl and I was given chopsticks for the job!!

(To be Continued..)

The Great Let Down - II

2011-04-05T11:18:00.000-07:00

Continued from Part - I

And then there is “The Money”, oh yes, that's something that made my time here worthwhile but then again even money starts losing its value once the needs are satisfied. I made my first million (INR) in savings that is. Fulfilled all the wishes of buying the gadgets that money can buy without paying any sort of taxes. Not to be snobby but listing some of them below.

The first thing I had bought was a Nikon P&S, and lost it within a month on an aeroplane.

Then second thing was the Casio EFE - 500D, part of Sebastien Vettel’s collection.

The third thing was the Canon FS- 400 video camera.

The fourth was the PS-3

The fifth was the HTC Touch Pro, windows phone. My first smart phone sold it after 6 months :P

The sixth was the Nikon - D5000 DSLR. My first SLR.

The seventh was the Sony Vaio VPCEB15FA

The eight was the 32 LG LCD for back home.

The ninth was the Bose In ear phones. Had wanted it from so long.

The tenth was the Blackberry Bold 3.

And behold, the latest is the Apple MacBook Air.

Apart from the gadgets, I always knew I was not going to stay here on a long term so kept my investments in terms of apartments and vehicles to a bare minimum and anyways Dubai has amazing transportation system. This is one thing all the metros in India should learn.

A few nuisances that I found mighty annoying about this place was the weekend system .I mean why the hell invent your own calendar, can’t we just follow the calendar that the rest of the world follows. My company had the concept of Thursday Half day and Friday which was supposedly the “weekend”. I absolutely abhorred this concept of weekend and even more going to work on a Saturday and Sunday. People said that with time you get used to it but I could do nothing but detest and loathe every single weekend. The second was the prayer calls five times a day, I don’t mean any offence to the religion neither do I have anything personal against it but I just cant relate to it and it is nothing but screeching noise for me which I cant wait for it to stop. I mean, you are sitting their in silence with your thoughts and there he goes off screaming away to glory. If your on a call while being outdoors, this sound virtually acts like a Signal Jammer. And they have one mosque in every single block of the country so there is no way that you can escape it. It gets worst during Ramadan, the prayers start at 4 AM, and the pitch keeps on increasing incessantly, none of the restaurants will serve food and even if you find it somehow, you will have to hide somewhere and eat like a thief. I tried being a part of the festivities and I have to say, the atmosphere completely changes during Ramadan. The amazing sweets and even yummier food made me over look some of the other irritating things.

If all that was not enough, I was once hauled up to the police station and roughed up just because me and my buddy went to an empty beach to take the photographs of the sunset and then the reason given to us was that there was an oil rig, a couple of miles into the sea and we were supposed to be spies and part of some conspiracy to blow it up. I mean seriously, do I look like a spy to you? The cops over here are more psychos than anything else, they will not listen to you if you don't speak Arabic. In all probability if you get into their hands they will charge you for murder and execute you. I mean the legal system rinks of the justice served during the medieval ages (Although I heard they serve Chicken Biryani in the Jail)

The other thing which is prominent here is the rampant and in your face prostitution and open solicitation that goes on in public places. Initially I was completely “culture shocked” and then slowly started accepting as one of the many flaws of this country. This is a mighty dangerous habit and I have seen many a guys wasting away their hard earned money, month after month on this horrendous activity. The cops turn a complete blind eye to the entire thing.

That concludes my rant. I hope to put all this behind me and get a clean break through. If someone asks me, "Do you ever wish to come back here?", and for sure the answer would be Hell No. And neither would I recommend this place to anyone who is not Muslim.

P.S: To all my muslim friends, this is not intended to offend anyone, this is sincerely my and only MY opinion. I am sorry if I have hurt any of your sentiments or feelings but this is how I felt during my stay and since this is my personal space, I let out everything. I have nothing against any religion, hell I am agnostic for all that matters. I hope I don't get burnt for this.

The Great Let Down - I

2011-04-05T11:07:00.000-07:00

It is finally time to say Good-Bye to Middle - East which has been my so called home for a good part of last two years. I sit now at the airport, looking back trying to evaluate the good memories from the bad and I am not surprised that more often than it should be, it has been the latter that seems to have left a prominent impression. I have got into trouble insanely lot many more times than I have in my entire life.

When I got an offer to work here, I had set myself a target of maximum 2 years that I will spend here and I am glad that I am getting out just in time. If I had to sit down and literally count, I have spent around 20 months almost equally divided between Dubai and Kuwait. Initially, I was not big on coming to middle east, but circumstances in the previous job and the position offered here prompted me to take this up as a challenge.

I still remember when I first walked out of the Dubai Airport, as soon as I stepped out, the humidity hit me like an invisible force and my spectacles were all fogged up, I was like WHOA, WTF! I was totally mesmerized by the concrete art in form of futuristic buildings on the SJR. I was truly enchanted by the sight of the Burj Dubai now better known as Burj Khalifa, It was still under construction back then but stood there looking like a towering giant over the city. I was put up at Discovery Gardens, a nice and quiet neighbourhood, almost like an Oasis surrounded by the desert all around. I would lie if I say that I didn't take an immediate liking for this place, I was happy by the spacious furnished apartment provided, a small garden patch where you could relax in the evenings and beautiful view from the balcony.

Picture Perfect!

I guess the first thing that I started noticing about this place was the cars. Yes, those gorgeous metal beauties. This place was like a paradise for me, I felt like a little boy again watching all those super-cars come to life which I had only seen on the posters of my bedroom wall or as wallpapers. And of course the R1’s and the Harley’s. Half the time here was spent drooling over every passing super-car and there were many!

The seductress

The second thing was the babes! The one I am talking is more of the organic variety. If I say, I was completely blown away, would be an understatement. The English, the Americans, the Russians, Germans (my own boss was a hot and tall German) and the chicks from all the other European countries completely nailed my jaw firmly to the floor. There has to be a special mention of the Arabian chicks, especially the ones which had nothing else but their eyes visible. One glimpse of those eyes and it was enough to keep you going for weeks. I mean there was something about it, that you just cant forget. And then there were the other Arab chicks who had their complete face visible. Layers and layers of makeup, marinated in perfume which you could get a waft from a mile long and the kohl giving a finish to every outline on the face, like a border on the painting. Still they had oodles and oodles of oomph just oozing all over the place. Lunch times were usually happy times in the mall, completely spent ogling and staring. The Indians and others Asians were ofcourse there but hardly worth a second look, mostly because they were either married and tagging along with their husbands and children, not even MILF title deserving. Well to be fair, I have seen nothing but them all my life.

Slurrp!

The first month went by like a breeze, the work place was good, nothing like the horrible stories I had heard from people. ‘Almost’ treated as an equal, friendly colleagues, good work ethics, decent but aged boss, not exactly a challenging job profile which left a lot of time for me to persuade other activities. I took to the European food and Arabic cuisine that the Ibn Batuta mall had to offer like a bee does to a flower. I almost ate at a new place and a new food course for almost a month or so. I always loved experimenting with food, so it was absolutely a paradise.

I didn’t have much of a social life since I hardly knew anyone out here except Vikram who was in Sharjah at that time and neither am I big on making random friends. So I had to depend on my colleagues to show me around. Still, the one thing that I like about this city is that it never makes you feel that you are alone, since all around you see people on their own, doing their own thing. Despite of that, I managed to cover a lot of places here in Dubai, almost all the beaches (loved the crystal clean Green/Blue water although a bit extra salty), Desert Safari, Bull Fighting at Ras Al khaimah, The Dibba - Oman - Musandam Dhow cruise, The Burj - al- Arab, The Burj Khalifa and the musical fountain, Gold souq and all the stupid and boring malls. And in Kuwait, The liberation towers, The Kuwait Towers, The parliament house, The holy family church and the Salmiya beach front. Kuwait is so small that you can circumvent the entire country in 2 hours flat.

A special mention has to be made of twitter here. Within a month of coming here, life did a complete U-turn on me, in simple words had a break up for the most annoying reason which I cannot digest, it was really some kinda big ass karmic joke. I was in depression for a month or two and solitude that Kuwait provided really helped. I was introduced to twitter out of sheer boredom. I mean how many movies can a person watch and going through the breakup of the century didn’t help either. Twitter is the kinda place where you can strike up instant conversations and there is someone or the other always available. It provided a comforting distraction and it works so well that I would recommend anyone who has had a break-up, to ‘twitter therapy’. I met quite a lot of new people over Twitter meet-ups knows as "Tweetups", some are still good friends and some I found uber annoying. I mean I am not a crowd kinda person, it totally creeps me out to strike random conversations with absolute strangers.

(To Be Continued...)

"Singles Awareness Day"

2011-02-13T23:56:00.000-08:00

So this doomed day has befallen on all of us once again. It should more be called as "Singles Awareness Day" I believe this day is the ostracization of all the singles in the world and its like specially tailored for one look like a fish out of water on this day of extreme mush-ism. I am pretty sure, if someone looked up for the statistics, they will find a lot more suicides by perfectly healthy single humans than any other day. (New Years Eve comes second.)

I received much flak for speaking out and bashing of this day on twitter. So I will resort to speaking my mind here.

1. For all the couple DP's with cling-on's like they would run away if you leave them alone - Die.

2. For all the love quotes suddenly spreading like a psychotic virus - Die.

3. For people suddenly acting extra horny by proposing every girl in sight - Die

4. PDA = DIE

5. All the people who are depressed cuz they don't have a valentine - Die.

When I got up today, I had this thought in my head. What if like St.Valentine there was a St.Narsimha who would preach the message of hate instead of love. At least the balance in the universe would be restored. But truly, that dude will cringe in his grave if he came to know what mockery has been made in his name. For this particular day, I am even ready to conspire together with MNS and Shiv-Sena to burn all those V- day cards and even beat the hell out of couples coochie-cooing in public parks.

Its not like I am anti-love or something, but I don't believe in making a display of it. The one I love knows how I feel about it and thats enough for both of us. And I don't need just one day to make her realize that. I am pretty much old school when it comes to that.

So here comes the shocker! Are you ready to be surprised?

I wrote a post, couple of days back for a blog of friend of mine @defiantprincess . She almost threatened if I didn't write a love story. Its called The Prodigal Valentine A complete fictitious story based on my imagination alone. So don't start getting any ideas there.

The amount of feedback and "likes" I received for that story is just mind-boggling. Its like people still like all that cheesy love stories. A tip to all the commercial writers, abandon all that gore and thriller stories, just write a heart wrenching love-story and people will just lap it up like hungry dogs.

Sad, but true.

The Perdition - III

2011-02-06T21:36:00.000-08:00

Part 3 of 3

Continued from Part - II || Part I

..“He owes the prince 3.5 Mil”

“Could you please repeat?” My jaw just dropped to the floor, I just couldn't believe my ears. How could a guy like him owe freaking 3.5 million to anybody.

I tried to enquire further, “How did Caelan manage to lose such a lot of money?”

“He played at the high stakes poker table, was a regular here a few years back, he was the next big thing which earned him an entry onto the no limits table but luck as they say is a bitch and when it decides to take you down, it takes you down hard.”

“Caelan’s dad is a filthy rich businessman, I am sure he will arrange the money” I tried telling them but it was really more to convince myself.

Two more hours went by in trying to just digest the fact that the fucker lost that kinda money gambling. The money that would take me at least 4 years to save up. Another thing that was bothering me was that I hadn’t seen Nina after she served drinks and I still could not forget that look that she gave to Caelan.

So I asked them again, “Do Caelan and Nina know each other?”

“She used to be your boy’s girl, and the only reason prince kept her alive was because he knew Caelan would come back here someday. She was the one who called up prince to sell his punk ass off. Caelan broke her heart when he ran away alone and left her here to die for the sharks.”

I knew then, I was a dead man, a sacrificial goat, he is not really going to come back. Now it all made perfect sense, his disappearance 2 years ago and why he was so reluctant to come to this place. I knew one thing even if Caelan did come back, he was not leaving this place alive. Something did not feel right and it made me cringe to even think something bad was in store for Caelan.

Four hours were almost getting over and as if bang on cue, Prince was back. He did not look happy. A chill ran down my spine. He asked to bring me up to him.

“Looks like he has ditched your sad ass just like he had ditched Nina in the past. Where is he?” He reached for his gun.

“I don’t know anything. I have been just sitting here, but I am sure he must be on his way.”

“Call him. Ask him where he is.”

I dialled his number but there was no answer, I panicked and I pretended that he picked up the call and started having a conversation as if he was on the other hand. Prince sensed that something was not right, so he snatched the phone from my hand and there was none on the other side. This just pissed him off and he landed a hard low punch straight in my stomach. The pain was so excruciating and numbing that it made me see stars in broad daylight.

“You wanna fuck with me, you think this is funny? Do you see me laughing Bitch!”

I was in so much pain that I was not sure how much long it would be before I pass out. And just then I heard Caelan’s scream for prince to stop. Never was I so happy to see someone in my entire life but at the same time it frightened me to think what was in store next.

“Where is my money?”

“Its in the car, let Scott go and I will bring in the money”

“You know, you are in no position to bargain here, get me the money now and I might just let you both live.“

Caelan went out again and soon was back with 2 duffel bags. Prince asked his cronies to check for the money and after they confirmed everything was there.

“You and I have some unfinished business,” Prince had a smirk on his face.

“Look man, I am sorry for whatever happened in the past, you have the money now, just let us go.”

“You really thought it was gonna be that easy, didn’t you punk. I can see it in your eyes that you believed you could walk out of this, at least that will make it look interesting what I am about to do next.”

He took out his gun and shot him in both his knee caps. “That was for running away.”

Caelan fell to the ground, he was in agony and I just could not believe what was happening in front of my eyes. I begged prince to spare his life but he was like a man possessed and I knew he was not done yet.

He sat down and caught Caelan by his neck. There was blood everywhere on the floor but Caelan had not let out a scream yet. I tried to rescue Caelan but the guards had got me pinned down and there was nothing I could do about it other than just watch as a spectator.

“This is for ever thinking you could fool Prince and just walk away.”

And with one swift motion he twisted Caelan’s neck like a branch twig and his body slid to rest like a lump of dead meat. His eyes, they were still open, accusing me for everything that happened.

I was just too blank and numb to think or react anything further. It wouldn’t matter anymore even if Prince decided to kill me next. I just wanted to get done and over with it. But as luck would have it, he decided to spare my life and left me with a warning that if I told anyone, I would face a death far more painful than Caelan’s.

The guards collected the money bags and left. Nina was waiting for them in the car and just as they were getting into it, they all heard a strange loud continuous beep that seemed to emanate from the duffel bag and just then, Prince got a message from Caelan, that read.

“Tick Tick Tick, see you on the other side fagot”

The end.

P.S: Special Thanks to @69fubar @_NidhiG & @defiantprincess for listening and assisting me with the storyline.

The Perdition - II

2011-02-05T21:31:00.000-08:00

Part 2 of 3

Continued from Part I

...He almost fell of his seat as he tried to get up.

I turned around to see what had warranted such a reaction from him, and saw four huge guys walking towards us fronted by what looked like a guy who was wearing a mask.

I sneered, "Are you kidding me, who are these freak shows?"

I was about to get up but he told me to shut up and sit tight and let him handle the situation.

Those dudes, although a little over the top, looked menacing and meant serious business. This was not the kind of evening I was planning to have.

I tried to overhear the conversation:

The guy in the mask said, "Boy, you come back in town, and don't even inform your old hommies"?

"I was about to, I just came day before yesterday, and I was about to call Nina"

"Now that there boy, is what you big city folks feed us, black lies. Do you see STUPID written all over my mask?"

"I am really sorry, you have to trust me, I swear I was about to come to you."

The man in the mask chuckled and turned around to his cronies "The motherfucker wants me to trust him, like I did two years back. Hell no boy. You got some balls to come back in this town after all these years. Did you really think it would all be just forgotten, like it never happened? And you will be greeted with Hawaiian girls in coconut bras and grass skirts?"

"You have to believe me man."

"Is that so? Fine, then let’s get down to business. Where is my money?"

This was going from bad to ugly and I knew I had to intervene, so I moved to get up, the man in the mask noticed and hollered with a silver gun in his hand, "Put your bitch ass down, right where it belongs and do not try anything funny."

I felt fear like I have never before in life. This was the first time a gun, a real GUN was pointed in my direction. Blood seemed to have stopped flowing through my veins, I just couldn't move a single muscle in my body even if wanted to.

"Please leave him out, he has nothing to do with this." Caelen said.

The man in the mask smiled and pointed the gun to Caelen’s forehead, "I'll ask one last time, WHERE THE FUCK IS MY MONEY?"

"Let me make some calls, I'll have it here in no time."

"Go get the money, but till then your friend stays right here. And if you do not show up in 4 hours, you know what we gonna do to him."

He walked back to me "I am really sorry Scott, I didn’t want anyone to know about this. I'll be back soon, I promise."

"At least tell me what did you do? What is all this about? How much do you owe them?"

He whispered "Didn’t I tell you, anywhere but this place, and now is not the time, I'll tell you everything when I get back."

When I saw him walk out of the door, a voice at the back of my head wondered, what if he does not come back? Although we were like brothers, last couple of years had changed him. But still somehow I convinced myself that he will be back with the money.

An hour had gone by, the man in the mask had left leaving two of his bulky friends behind. Strange thoughts were spiraling in my head, and when torn between trust and doubt, doubt wins hands down. I tried to recollect anything that would explain the situation I was in, but my mind was as blank as it could possibly get.

I could not just sit here and wait for him to come back, so I mustered up the courage to walk up to one of the guys, “Look guys I really have no idea how much Caelan owes your boss, but I’m sure there is no need for any violence. I am sure he will be back soon.”

Either of them refused to acknowledge my presence. I wondered for a moment if they would notice if I just sneaked out.

I tried again, “Listen man, can you at least tell me how much does Caelan actually owe?”

One of them turned to me, “He owes the prince 3.5 Mil”

(TO BE CONTINUED..)

The Perdition - I

2011-02-04T21:57:00.000-08:00

Part 1 of 3

I said to Caelan, “Let’s go out for a drink or a Shisha”

I could sense that he was reluctant to go out, but I somehow convinced him that from the time he has come down, he has not stepped a foot outside the house. It was like something was bothering him, and I was hoping when I take him out for a few drinks he will open up. So, we got off the apartment and flagged down a cab.

I gave off the directions to the cabbie, "Marina, North West Avenue, Cafe Mondegar" and I was telling Caelan about the awesome ambiance of the place and when I turned to see him, his face was ghostly pale, like it just got drained off of all the blood.

I asked him, "Dude! WTF is wrong?"

"Let’s go anywhere but there," he was alarmed.

"Don't be silly, it’s a pleasant place and you will completely fall in love with the beautiful oceanic view and the breeze."

I tried to cheer him up with some more small talk, while he just nodded, pretending to listen while looking away from me. So I let him be quiet for the rest of the way.

We entered Marina, the evening sky looked beautiful by the sea, like a thousand colors were strewn all over the horizon. Saw the faintest of a glint in his eye when he noticed the view, but he was still reluctant to get out of the cab. I felt disappointed, that I had to drag him like this, almost told the cabbie to turn around and take us back. He noticed my chagrin and got out of the cab for my sake.

A familiar face greeted us as we entered the cafe, I knew Nina far too well, but somehow she made eye contact with Caelan first and I saw a kind of strange fear in her eyes. I couldn’t comprehend what was happening around me. First him acting all strange about this place and now Nina, it was like the world as I knew it to be, had completely transformed.

Nina took us to our tables, which was completely on the other side of the cafe. It was like the VIP section of the cafe, which I did not even know it existed, although I was not complaining one bit, it had an amazing view of the harbor. We ordered for a pitcher and waited for our Shisha to arrive. The place was deserted and I could not understand why he was so uncomfortable and kept twitching and looking back over his shoulder.

He made me promise, one Pitcher and we are out of this place. I told him to relax.

Nina soon came along with our beer, she was generally a warm person but I could see that she still had that look which read I don't want anything to do with you guys. She was in a hurry and almost spilled the beer on him. It was so unlike her and I wanted to stop her and ask her what’s wrong but then decided against creating a scene.

Two pints down and the evening was nicely moving along, he looked more relaxed and started talking freely. Told me where he was for the last 2 years, lying low, learning his father’s business and how happy he was to come back home.

I prodded further “Why did you leave so suddenly?”

He just stared into the ocean for what looked like the longest time. He knew this was coming and there was no escaping from the tough questions. And just as he turned around to answer, his eyes were filled with horror. He almost fell of his seat as he tried to get up.

(TO BE CONTINUED.. I promise this time :) )

The lone journey

2010-12-04T02:52:00.000-08:00

Travelling to a holiday or vacation alone as far as the Indian mind-set is concerned is a big No-No, almost to the extent its frowned down upon. A friend rightly said travelling alone is so under-rated. I was quite unsure myself at first about planning on a trip on my own, but the very grain in my body refused to spend a 3 day weekend at home doing absolutely nothing. So I started floating the idea around friends regarding destinations for a short vacation and from the responses I got I decided to go for this. Musandam-Dibba-(Oman) The price was quite reasonable, considering all the things on the offer but had a hard time trying to get a seat because it was the weekend and everyone was trying desperately to get on it. Still managed to get on one with last minute frantic pushing.

So, Mr. Badshaah Khan on D-day wakes me up at 7 AM, telling me to get to the pick up point in fifteen minutes or so. I almost banged the phone on him thinking he has got the wrong number but then it suddenly stuck me and the world felt like it was gonna come crashing down on me. As usual I had forgotten to set an alarm. I was probably thinking I wouldn’t be able to get any sleep in excitement of the impending travel (Yeah that’s me :|). I told him not to worry and I'll be there on time although he didn’t sound too convinced.

I have a special routine redesigned for such emergencies, where we stick to bare minimums to get ready on time, if you know what I mean. And I convinced myself saying "Anyways I have to go swimming later in the day", so having a bath wasn't really that necessary and neither am I fan of having early morning bath on a holiday. Plus I am a responsible earthling, I am against unnecessary water wastage, so with a generous dab of deodorant I managed to get out of the house just in time since I had got my bag packed the previous night.

A glorious morning waited as I stepped outside the flat, the birds singing tunes of autumn and dew glistening on the parked cards. I was quite happy with how the day was turning out so far. I was almost Halfway near the pick up point and like right on cue as if the universe had a way of leveling things with me, I remembered that I forgot my SLR. I felt like banging my head on the nearest wall. I had to run back almost a quarter mile and finally the lactic acid build up kicked in and had to walk the rest of the way.It was a quick grab and deploy mission and I decided that I was not going to run my way back. Let the driver wait if he has to. In the end I was still early, that's the greatest tragedy of my life lately, I can never be late, even after trying hard.

Mr. Badshaah Khan was on time and after picking up the other fellow passengers which involved a lot of circling around unknown neighborhood’s for what felt like an eternity because some blonde chick refused to be picked up from anywhere else but in front of her doorstep, we were finally on our way. The road ahead was straight like an arrow with the weather still kinda dull and hazy with the sun shining on with pleasant warmness and sand engulfing us from all sides. I was left to my devices with nothing better to do and with a Autestic kid sitting behind me making weird noises and pulling my hair from time to time, I started experimenting with the SLR and the 300 lens and then there was this unusually beautiful section of the road which literally looks like the hump's of a camel's back.

And soon enough we crossed the Sharjah border into Oman without any major security screening process, I guess the border security were least bothered even if we had been carrying a huge crater of RDX we would have been just let go into the Sultanate of Oman, with just the odd wave of the hand. I could feel the humidity increasing as we were getting close to the land's end and the horizon up ahead disappearing into bottle green vastness...

(To be continued...)

The Honorable man

2010-11-25T22:07:00.000-08:00

And the trip began with me panicking with the thought if I would even reach the airport on time. The Pathan driver although being extremely nice added to the anxiety by carefully taking the longer route to the airport in the name of the road's being less congested, with me meekly nodding in agreement. There is not much you can really do when you are a stranger in a city hardly knowing its arterial roads.

(Pardon me for the usage of Hindi/Urdu but I fail to mimic the intensity of the Pathan driver in plain english)

Pathan Driver Ji: "Tumhara mata pitaji bohot khush hota tumhe dekhkar! Tumhara jahazz (Plane) miss ho gaya toh hum apna khuda ko kya jawab dega. Beta itne tame(time) ke baad ghar aa raha hai. Ruko abhi divider ke upar gaadi chadata hai hum. Koi mushkil nahi agar pulice humara license cancel karega, par hum tumko airport exdum durust pahuchayga. Tum bilkul fikar na karo"

Me in a bleak voice: "Arre nahi nahi, divider pe mat chadhaiye, thoda time abhi baaki hai" (My nervousness before a journey always gets the better of me and somehow always end up reaching my destination a good percentage ahead in time, An attribute which directly descends from my dad and my grandfather. At-least that confirms my genome, because since I was small I kept doubting if I am adopted, thats a whole different story for another time.)

Pathan Driver Ji: "Tum bilkul daro mat, allah chahega to aage ke road ke baad biklul traffic nahi hoga. Hum dua karega"

Me: "Thank you bhai jaan"

Pathan Driver Ji: "Diwali ka time hai na, hume pata hai, bohot jabardast manata hai India mai, hum puri koshish karega tumhe time pe pahuchane ke liye baaki sab allah pe chodd do"

Me: "Haan last year bhi mai gaya nahi tha, isliye jana hai abhi"

Pathan Driver Ji: "Tumhara shaadi ho gaya" ?

Me sheepishly: "Nahi Bhai Jaan"

Pathan Driver Ji in the disgusted look: "Hume bohot ghussa aya ye sunn kar, tum jawaan ho, shaadi karo, apne biwi ko yaha lao, ghumao, yahi time hota hai apna ghar basane ka"

Me hides the phone afraid he might take my mom's number and call her: "Hmmmm"

Before he could say anything more I called up Vikram and vented because it was his idea to take the cab instead of the metro. (Typical human tendency to pass the buck in out of hand situations like this.)

After that attempt to pimp me coupled with the nervousness of getting the airport on time, I kinda tuned him out and just kept nodding and tried to be as courteous without being rude although me ignoring him had little effect on him because he kept on making more small talk which went on from cursing the traffic to advising me to not fall asleep during the flight.

In a way I felt he was overreacting more than me but hey, who tries to get over the kerb and almost risk his drivers license and livelihood for a passenger. The old man almost drove like a man possessed with me clutching the seat-belt for dear life, honking the shit out of that vehicle and scaring quite a bit of people on the road, and managing to make quite a entry to the airport. I thanked him for risking his neck out for me and tipped him a little extra although he refused profusely because according to him it was Haraam (Forbidden).

Overall ended up doing the 'Check-In' just in time, thanked my lucky stars for keeping a watch out on me. When the beginning itself is so auspicious what in the world can go wrong from here.

P.S: Dedicated especially to people who still think there are no good men out in this dangerous world.

Requiem

2010-11-24T09:31:00.000-08:00

I shed a silent Tear,
of nothingness that would last
for sometime to come
to be engulfed within.

This feeling of madness,
takes hold
not of the body but of the soul.

Waiting for the tide to pass over,
this is not what I had planned.
All I wanna do is trade this life
For something new.

This was not meant to last,
But I wish it wasn't so.
All I ask now is,
for the strength to go on.

The Death Ride - Part II

2010-08-24T01:39:00.000-07:00

So Amit took off screaming with his instructor behind, much too his chagrin. He wanted to go solo but Solo flights were not allowed. And after what it felt like an eternity to see him fly, it was my turn. I was next. If you have ever been parasailing, you will know that there are procedures that you need to follow. But for me they just decide to fuck up. I should have sensed right then and there that something is not right but I was not the one who is going to chicken out just because it does not get up to my standards.

I went through the motions. I get myself saddled up and as I was walking towards the edge of the mountain for the takeoff, I could feel a slight change in pressure, which normally indicates that a strong breeze was about to come up, but somehow I didn’t pay much attention. My instructor hooked me up to the sail first and then just as he was about to hook himself up to the sail - behind me, the breeze hit us. It hit us with such a force that it took us totally by surprise and it threw my instructor off balance towards the ledge.

Everything felt like it was happening in slow motion, 3 seconds per frame, the storm kicking up the dust, the instructor wavering towards the cliff with me leaning in his general direction, and the guy who kept the sail down - running towards us incredibly slowly. I tried reaching out for him, but I could only manage to brush his fingers and do nothing but watch him fall in the abyss below. His eyes were wide open. I could see him screaming for help but my ears just dint register anything. I tried to imagine how he must have felt in that moment. I wish I had made an effort to know him better.

This was not over yet, with the guy holding the Para sail down - now gone and running towards us, the next chain of events were unleashed, leaving us no time to recover. My friends realized this and they ran for my help.

I was still lying on the ground facing the abyss and when I turned around; I saw the most magnificent sight I saw in my whole life. The parasail was in full bloom. It had left me in a complete trance. I felt like I was frozen in my tracks, the world started going dark around me, I noticed that I was palpitating. That’s when I realized that I cannot just lie down there.

(To be continued..)

The Death Ride - Part I

2010-08-21T05:34:00.000-07:00

I was returning home from a really long stint in the Middle East - The prodigal son. It wasn't easy coming back to face the questions that were left answered especially from what had conspired. I had left a lot of people unhappy with my decisions that I took last time around. But the best thing about home is that they will accept you for what you are no matter what you do. But this story isn’t about what "was and then". This story is about how I die.

The holidays are something that you always look forward to having a nice time and especially when you have been away from home for a long time. You look forward to enjoy spending time with your family and friends. There was a lot of catching up to do since this was the longest I have ever been away from home. And I owe it to my friends that I spend some time with them this time around. And the way we decided to do it is, go on the longest biking trip ever. That’s how we connect. That’s how it is supposed to be. But like everything, when you are not expecting it, a series of unfortunate incidents happen which change the course of everything you ever planned for.

So bags packed - four bikes, four riders, and four days of pure adrenaline rush. Devraj, Amit, Rylan and me. If there was ever an adventure we have probably done it all together. These are the guys who have made me get through my sorry growing up years. Hell, I still remember when we used to race our bicycles from the incline slope down up to the unconstructed road ahead when we were small. It was the smoothest transition to bikes when we all started earning. We were "The passionate bikers". We even had our own symbol engraved on our Motorbikes.

For our road trip we had decided on a series of stopovers. The first was supposed to be at Mahabaleshwar on the famous "Table-Top" plains. We chose this location because it offers mind-boggling, monkey shitting, amazing Parasailing options. We zoomed ahead up to the location and first to go up in the air was Amit. He has done this before and we thought we’d just watch and learn, since I am not the kind of dude who is a big fan of heights. When I see a dead drop, my heart feels like it’s going to pop out of my chest, it just goes all hay wire.

So Amit took off screaming with his instructor behind...

(To be continued..)

Brush with the law

2010-05-29T09:21:00.000-07:00

"...Waiting in the interrogation room, the only thought that was goin through my mind was would I ever be able to get outta here.."

Flashback..

It was my day off and ritual demanded the afternoon was spent lazing around watching movies. The phone buzzed and a colleague suggested we go to the beach which is like 500 meters from our apartment. Never to back out, I get myself prepped up in less than half an hour and I took my 70-300mm lens for those long range shots.

The sun was almost beating down on us and the time was around 4 30 when we reached the beach. There were a couple of families on the beach, the usual Arabic women getting into the water with the entire burkha and the head scarf on and the men half naked and children completely naked and unabashed. I so pity them fools. On one side of the beach there were people fishing and barbecuing.

We picked a spot in the middle of the beach and I loaded up my SLR with the 300 mm Zoom lens. And we started happily clicking the sea gulls and people at the beach and what we thought of as a harbor extending out in the sea. I was showing off the little camera tricks that I have learned till now. From the left I could see two Arab guys walking straight towards us, I dint pay much attention because it dint strike me that I was doing something out of the unordinary.

As the two fat Arab guys kept walking in our direction, it was clear that they were coming towards us and in case there was a confrontation thankfully I was not alone. Maximum they could do to us was mug us, but I would not give up my precious. Over my dead body.

Fat guy 1: "What you guys are doing?"

Me: "Nothing, just taking pictures at the beach, Why?"

Fat guy 2: "Show your civil ID. I am a security guard. Dint you know this is a restricted area and photography is not allowed"?

Me: "Nope, this is the first time we have come to this beach"

Fat guy 1: "We will have to call the police"?

Me: "Ok. But its not necessary"

By this time my blood is boiling with anger. I want to knock this guy down and run away from the spot. I tell myself not to do anything stupid and give them a reason to actually have a case against me. I was not panicking because I know I hadnt done anything wrong.

After standing there with the guy for 10 uncomfortable minutes, I see a cop car riding upto the beach. And then another. And then another. Total of 3 cop cars. They called the entire battalion for us. Fack! I was never so scared in my life before. The two cops came over and they frisked us first. The Arab fat guys and the cops spoke something for like the longest time I could fathom meanwhile inspecting our camera. Two more cops came up, this one more threatening than the others.

He just walks up to me and Wham! Punches me straight in the chest. It took me a moment for the pain to sink in.

(To be continued..)

Arabian Nights - V

2010-04-08T02:32:00.000-07:00

She moved like an enigma on the floor, almost enchanting everyone present over there. She danced on three beautiful songs in a row without breaking the rhythm and then the lights came on and she called upon the ladies to come on stage. She taught them a move or two, the best one was, where she taught them how to swivel the boobs on rhythm in anticlockwise direction. All that jiggling just made up for all the day's stress and I was fresh as sugar cane juice just out of the machine (with ginger and lemon that is).

We were all so awe struck in her wake that we never realized how the time flew by and I only later realized that, there was only a Belly - Dancer, not Belly Dancers, my expectations were for a troop of hot belly dancers. That’s life I guess, you cannot get everything you wish for.

The sand felt like ice to our feet, the breeze had slowly worked up into an unmistaken intonation, the stars filled up the sky and shone brilliantly in the night sky, far far away from the nearest civilization. Sadly all these were indicators to remind us that we don’t belong here, it was time to go home. We packed our bags, took our belongings and it was time for us to head back the way we came.

The journey way back was pretty uninteresting except that I got to sit in the front seat this time and the Arab drove in the desert like the devil possessed from the camp site to the main highway. That was the only time I said a little prayer and remembered all my loved ones. After that it was just an uneventful journey on one straight road back home.

I was completely tired out of my wits as I reached home; I guess old age is slowly catching up. First thing I did was put all my clothes in the washing machine as there was sand everywhere and I so hate that. What happened next was a tragedy of epic proportions which I am trying very hard not to think about it and forget.

So that’s all folks, I hope you enjoyed reading it as much I enjoyed really being out there and writing about it.

Here is a link to all the pics.
picasaweb.google.com/narsimha.khedkar/ArabianNights#

Arabian Nights - IV

2010-04-04T12:13:00.000-07:00

To avoid anymore embarrassment we moved on to the centre of the camp where they had neatly laid out carpets, there was this low height dinner tables with a stylish old lantern and cushion laid all around and so we decided to wear of our high by resting for some time. The camp site was so romantic, with the sun setting and a gentle cool breeze blowing across and revelry all around. (I so wished Vikram was a girl, but thank God I was not that high to think otherwise). The DJ started playing some nice Arabic numbers and the kids started dancing around. There was this little girl maybe 6 years or more, she was dancing so well with lip synch et all, a born natural performer. I couldn’t help but wonder at times how children are so incredibly innocent and this world just goes and takes all that away. Why can’t we always be kids? Why do we have to grow up? Well I am a kid at heart no matter what you say!

Anyways, we had no idea how the time flew by and it was already 7:30 when there was announcement for Dinner. It was a mighty buffet and since we both had a light lunch we both had planned on a hearty dinner. There were separate queues for men and women, vegetarian and Non-vegetarian (I am guessing it was because of the steady number of Indian tourists), as soon as the announcement was made, all the Indians rushed to the buffet like a pack of hungry wolves. Bloody Indians! I tell you, Indians and food go like Hand in Glove. We waited a while and then we jumped in too, the Buffet was enormous (I wish I had taken pictures of the Buffet table without looking scandalous), it had like 4 different types of Arabic salad, hummus (Arabic Chickpea Dip), Garlic Mayo sauce, Biryani rice, Plain rice, Egyptian Macaroni, Noodles, some kind of vegetarian curry, Dal and Raita. I skipped most of the veggie section because I was craving to try out from the barbeque assortment.

After this I headed alone to the barbequed grilled section since Vikram is a vegetarian (Waste of ticket money!), I had no idea what they served me, but it all looked delightfully appetizing. Some 4 types of Barbequed sticks and chicken curry (The little goats that I saw earlier which were tied in a corner came to mind!). If you thought this was it, you were wrong, dessert included all kinds of fruits (which I don’t eat in raw format) and what I think was Custard and of course Lime juice. It was a sight to juggle two plates; a can and my SLR back to the dinner table. You get to observe such opposite ends of the spectrum in a diversified gathering like this, for e.g.: the difference in the way, Indians fill up their plates like its the end of the world and there's no tomorrow (Paisa Vasool hone tak) and how the westerners neatly arranged theirs.

So we finished our dinner and were just relaxing and the lights suddenly dimmed down and the volume shot up with some catchy Arabic Folklore tune. And we all knew what that meant, I quickly prep up my SLR and just then she arrived like an enigma (Got some astounding shots to drool over later). She was dressed in a typical belly dancer fashion, plenty of makeup and mascara but definitely a sight to admire and to behold. Her body was agile and flexible like a Boa Constrictor, the way she danced and the moves she performed were mythical. We were all left enchanted in her wake. Even the women were enjoying and had their jaws dropped to the floor. I am sure they secretly wished to be like her.

(To be continued....)

Arabian Nights - III

2010-04-04T02:07:00.000-07:00

We moved on after those experimentations, and Hallelujah, the camp became suddenly colorful. Enter a group of giggly hot girls, all immaculately dressed. I couldn’t make out the nationality but my guess is they were French. They came straight to us, I mean to the green room, to get dressed in an Abaya, and goodness gracious me, they looked transformed and so pretty! The one thing I always find very pretty is when Firangs wear Indian Kurtis or Full length Ghagra (Skirt). Anyways this bird watching went on for the rest of the evening.

I noticed at far end of the camp there were people doing sand surfing and that definitely aroused the kid in me. The last I wore roller skates was like when I was 14, I guess, so I decided to try it on. The first time I came down I lost my balance mid way and fell head down. But the second time I was perfect, rode the sand wave till the end. Vikram took some great photos and I even made a stop motion movie. :D.

After 3 tries I was totally exhausted, couldn’t carry the surf board till the top again so we roamed around more and found a neat shack especially for Sheesha (or Hookah in India). The shack was so strategically placed; you just sit back and watch the beautiful yellow ball of fire disappear in a sea of sand. I had tried Sheesha once when I was in India and once when I was in Kuwait (believe me you go hoarse the next day after a Hookah night) and Vikram had never tried Sheesha and neither of us smoke cigarettes, so it was pretty amateurish the way we went on about it. Vikram took the first drag and started coughing just like they show in the movies when a 15 year old smokes for the first time! And I took a gentle puff and no smoke came out! Sitting besides us were these two Arabs who were smoking like a Steam engine and I am sure they were looking at us and chuckling. After various permutations and combinations we figured it out, you need to call all your lung powers and take the deepest drag possible, hold it in a moment and then there is smoke! :D

The quality of Sheesha was nothing like I’ve had before. My throat dint hurt and there was sweet tingling sensation at the tip of my tongue. After Vikram took a long puff he said, it hit him and he is feeling buzzed. I was like 'common, this stuff can't make you high or anything' and I was making fun of him. Before I know it, after 2 or 3 deep drags, even I started feeling lighter. It was a heavenly feeling, almost felt like paradise. We both decided that we should stop and not risk getting stoned. So we started walking back and even then neither of us could walk straight, It’s hilarious to get your body to move in synch when your high.

P.S (To be continued... )

Arabian Nights - II

2010-04-03T10:37:00.000-07:00

This was the first time I stepped outside the Emirate of Dubai as we took the Dubai bypass road towards Hatta & Oman and it was an 8 lane damn straight as an arrow highway. We could literally see the road curving up and down till the end of the horizon and serene golden sand on both sides of the road, like they show in the movies; it was a beautiful sight to behold. The other thing I always used to wonder about Dubai is the lack of animals as opposed to India, where the center of the highway is the home for our beloved cows and buffaloes. So I was quite surprised to see a caravan of camels roaming freely in the desert on their own.

The driver, who was a quiet Arab, finally announced that we have reached the dune bashing spot at around 4:30. I quickly wrapped up my SLR in the bag because a birdie told me things can go flying all round and I dint want to risk an untoward incident happening to my beloved, suddenly then without an warning I find myself find myself facing the sky, I was like WHOA! It was just amazing the way the car went sideways and it conquered one dune after another with such relative ease. I can’t even imagine a sedan lasting 100 meters on this terrain without sinking in. (My respect for the land cruiser and 4x4 just went way right up there) The Arab was so damn skilled at this, and all the cars went in such perfect symmetry, it was a sight to behold when one of the dunes the sand fell on our cruiser like the wave hits the shore.

Just when I thought this couldn’t get better, the oldie in the front seat started huffing and puffing, he was shit scared out of his wits. He was asking the driver to slow down and the Wifey at back kept asking every 30 seconds, are you having chest pain or a heart attack?! Damn it people, why do you come to such places if you have no stomach for the adventure. The driver just took it easy and skipped many dunes for the sake of that fat ass. I was so annoyed; I was almost tempted to ask my money back! We went over one dune after another for the next 20 minutes or so and then we stopped for a break on one fine dune top to take photos. I couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell they know which direction to go, because as far as my eyes could see, I could only see desert with no perspective of whatsoever direction. After a very short break we resumed dune bashing back to the way we started and then to the camp site.

The camp site was like an Oasis in the middle of the desert, it was more of a sort of a ranch. They greeted us with some traditional Arabic coffee (which I spitted out at the first sip, because it tasted more like they boiled sand in water) and some dates and some kinda Arabic "Mendu Wada" (Bombay lingo). It was a pretty huge camp site, so we went exploring, one side had the Camel Ride which I had no interest torturing the poor animal what so ever. Then there were the Quad bikes, which you could ride into open sunset, I was more afraid of coming back to the site if I went so I skipped that too and there there was some exorbitantly priced memorabilia, apart from this there was a green room where you could dress up in traditional Arabic attire (Yup you got it right, you get to see Simba dressed up as an Arab, only condition if you laugh you gonna be shot at!). So I learned 'Abaya' is the black overcoat for women, 'Kandura' or ‘Dishdasha’ is the men's attire and the head scarf is called 'Shaila'

We moved on after those experimentations, and Hallelujah, the camp became suddenly colorful. Enter a group of giggly hot girls, all immaculately dressed....

P.S (To be continued...)

Arabian Nights - I

2010-04-03T10:30:00.000-07:00

I know the title sounds totally cliché, but can’t help it... So here we go

The story begins long ago on a Sunday morning when I was having my breakfast. I collected the receipt from the cashier and searched for a place to sit and have my breakfast in solitude and peace, so I sit down and for lack of anything better to read start going through the offers listed on the back of the receipt and one of the adverts instantly caught my attention, the ad was of HORMUZ travels which boasted of neatly lined camels with sand in the background which went as far as your eyes could reach, a mean 4x4 attacking the dunes and of course a Belly dancer.

The last image was enough for me to go into overdrive, and as it is after buying the SLR, Vikram & I were making plans of going on some kinda outing. So I gobbled down my French toast and called Vikram to ask if we should go and he agreed. I immediately called up the agent and booked two tickets and eagerly wait for the Friday. The anticipation was such that I was afraid I was going to get wet dreams!

So fast forward to present day Friday!

We put on loads of sun screen and had a light lunch taking heed from well wishers and head to the metro to catch a train till the pickup point which was Deira City Centre. We were half n hour early so I was trying my hand at some Voyeur photography. (I took clicked photos throughout the day at every possible instance of every possible thing in sight; the count had reached 900 till evening!). The agent calls at sharp 3:30 and the Land cruiser was already half filled (I thought to myself there goes my front seat experience). There was a Bori family at the back who yapped about how their sons were so dependent on them before and how they have changed after marriage. It was truly a nightmare come true so we both decided to put on our headphones!

There was this super duper tiny munchkin next to me, she was so devilishly cute, I couldn’t resist playing with her. But as soon as I removed my camera she went all pink and became camera shy! But still have some amazingly cute stealth photos. En route, I was doing knowledge transfer to Vikram of whatever little camera skills I have picked up by reading and experimenting so that I don’t end up having no pictures of the trip :P.

P.S (To be continued...)

P.P.S(Promise I will not leave it midway)

P.P.P.S (Thanks to @poojster for editing my posts and being a #GG)

Technicolour Dreams - II

2010-02-27T04:38:00.000-08:00

It was pitch black by the time we reached our camp site, as soon as we stepped out of the comfort of our car, there were flies and mosquitoes buzzing all over us. The sound of crickets, the hooting of the owls and with the shadow of the night falling on us, we felt being watched all the way. Just then we heard the rattling of a rattle snake, that was the last straw, we dropped our bags right there and ran towards the camp. Our driver, John just burst out laughing, he was like, 'After kangaroos, rattle snakes are the most common thing on this continent, so better get used to it!!' Aanya was not pleased by his attitude, she said to me, "Let him come to India and I’ll make him sleep with King cobras and then let’s see who’s laughing!!"

The camp site was more of a secluded spot in the woods, the only notable difference was that there was a huge bonfire right in the centre and there were others like us who had arrived just before us. Our friendly neighborhood driver introduced us. There was a young German couple, two super hunks from the US and a lone girl from Sweden.

Sometimes I wonder why Indians don’t ever have the courage to just go backpacking on their own. What really stops us? Why can’t we just take a break from work for one complete year and just go explore the world and do what we want. I ask Aanya the same thing, and according to her it’s more to do with our culture and responsibility towards the family and how we like to save each penny for a rainy day.

And just in the middle of that discussion Aanya pops out, "I think I have a teeny weenie crush on the white guy".

I had to somehow control my emotions and not show it to her that it really bothered me and it meant anything to me.

I spoke like a typical macho guy, "You want me to head over there and ask him out for you??"

Aanya now all blushing "Don be mad, I was just kidding and wanted to see your reaction"

I was like "WTF, why would you do that?"

Aanya "Just for fun, leave it"

What with these women, when they say it’s the end, that means it’s the END, if you say anything after that, it will only start a new fight or you will labeled as pushy, So I just put my tail between my legs and just let go of that topic.

Our hosts had provided us with our individual tents and there were arrangements made where we could just freshen ourselves by the campsite. The mood was festive in the camp and our hosts had arranged for a small revelry with barbequed lamb and wine flowing freely. After dinner we just sat there eating melted marshmallows by the bonfire and it was so magical to have Aanya by my side at that precise instant. I could just go on looking at her forever if I was given the opportunity but I had to settle for stealing some sideways glances. .

(To be continued...)

Technicolour Dreams

2010-02-25T03:22:00.000-08:00

I met Aanya in my dreams and she is a wildlife photographer, she is so passionate about the animal kingdom that she wouldn’t hurt a cockroach, let alone kill them. The story begins with one such adventure, where I had the fortune of assisting her on one of her wild back campaigns in the land down under. Aanya had received an invite from Steve Irwin himself to document the great outback.

As we arrived at Adelaide airport I could sense the nervousness in Aanya's eyes to be able to meet the great man himself. We stepped out of the airport and the breeze literally hit us like a breath of fresh air. It was so humid that my glasses became foggy due to the temperature difference inside and outside of the airport, that sure made Aanya chuckle like a little girl.

Our hosts had made arrangements for us to be taken to the great outback straight away. We were taken to Wyandra, which was an 8 hour ride from the airport. As soon as we stepped outside of Adelaide city the landscape turned from concrete to the great opens. You could see the red soil as long as your eyes could travel; the road felt like God himself created a great divide across the desert in form of a two lane road which was magnificent in its own way. Even though we were tired from the long flight, we couldn’t stop admiring the beauty that was so full in our face. Aanya's shutterbug instincts kicked into action, she clicked anything and everything that came in front of us.

4 hours into the journey and I could sense Aanya was truly exhausted, so I tell the driver to pull over so that at least we can stretch our legs. Picture this: The sun was almost setting, the sky had turned into a lovely hue of orange, birds in flocks flying back to their homes, the afternoon breeze was still humid and hot and just then we spot our first kangaroo. Aanya just stopped breathing, It was a sight to behold; this one had a small baby tucked in its front pocket. The driver looking at us said "Mate, you’ll see so many kangaroos from now on, that you’ll be sick of seeing them". Aanya just gave him a dirty stare and went bonkers clicking; her weariness vanished in a vapor.

We were on the road again, it was dark by now and it was both scary and thrilling to cross that wild outback on our own. This was the moment we thanked our hosts that they sent an experienced driver by our side but somehow even that failed to pacify Aanya. The way she held my hand, I could sense that this experience was making her jittery; though we were good friends this new found intimacy had profound implications on me. I mean who would not fall in love with a human being who was so passionate about nature, wildlife and her work and to top that she looked so pretty and attractive in her jumper suit that she specially bought for this trip which made it very hard to resist.

(To be continued...)

P.S: I am penning this down as a series of adventures that appeared in my dream as is.

The heart wants what it wants.

2010-02-13T03:40:00.000-08:00

They say to start something new is always the toughest part. But I believe once started something, maintaining its perpetual motion is even more difficult.

I believe most people live their lives in utmost ignorance of the purpose of why they are here. The peers surrounding them define a particular course of action, a aim is set and most of us trod on that path believing that is right for us. Now don get me wrong, I don presume myself to be enlightened, but I consider myself to be woken up and aware.

If I look back at the last 25 years of my life, 75% has been spent in pursuing goals that I thought was right for me in the long run which was as defined by the society and peers around me. I admit to have lived a empty life filled with pursuing mindless goals. When a series of unfortunate incidents that came my way, I realised, whats the purpose I am chasing after something so blindly and whats the purpose of my life. I had my principles and sticking by my values was the most veneered integrity in my life. I used to be god fearing but my faith has been shaken. I am reluctant to admit that I am a borderline atheist.

I believe in realistic goals, and I have achieved them far earlier than I had anticipated. Maybe that's the reason I feel this void in me. Maybe this is what they call the mid life crisis and I am going through that at just 26. If I think about it, would I be better off living in my shell to live just like all the others, maybe yes or maybe no. There is a question of what next. Is only the chase that gave me this high. Should I redefine my goals? But what next after meeting those goals. You see its a endless and pit less cycle. Living life in the fast lane has got me nowhere. Its only got me back to the starting line. You got to relax, step back and enjoy the finest moments in your life.

Recently I was thinking about people who live up to 100 or nearing 100. What really motivates them to live so longer? They would have seen so much all around them. People younger to them passing away, Organs failing, loosing memory n motor functions. I used to think, that if i ever met with an accident and if I couldn't walk again, I would rather end my life than living that wretched and miserable existence. But now after gone through one of the worst periods of my life I believe circumstances can make you handle any god damn problem coming in your way. Nothing is perfect, its all in your mind.

The mind plays huge tricks on us. To keep it in check and free of negativity is a herculean task but you gotta do it to have peace of mind. The only way to live this life is of acceptance. Sooner or later life teaches you the same.

If you look around there are so many people suffering due to lifestyle related diseases. I am not afraid of dying and if I live up to 60 I would be more than happy. But I would like to at least achieve a couple of unrealistic goals things before that happens, like writing a book, going to the himalayas, and a world tour. I am no more afraid of following my heart and listening to my inner voice. The heart wants what it wants.

A certain friend once said, "Life's journey is not to arrive at the grave safely in a well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, totally worn out, shouting, 'WOW . . . What a ride!"

Buddhist Meditation

2010-01-25T02:49:00.000-08:00

(This is for Personal Reference)
THE SPEAKING TREE
An Empty Mind Need Not Be The Devils Workshop
Girish Deshpande

It is strange how we have been made to believe since growing years, of an idle mind being the devils workshop. The Buddhist view is to the contrary. Sit in a comfortable position as lotus or just cross-legged in a quiet place, with the spine erect, hands folded across your lap, with the bottom of your right palm resting on the left palm and the two thumbs touching each other. Eyes angled at the slant of the nose, shoulders thrown back, chin slightly tucked in and the tongue tip touching the palate of the slightly open mouth the seven-point Vairacona posture. Steady the mind with slow and regular breaths. Focus on the breath till you sense reasonable steadiness of mind. Observe the mind carefully. What is happening within it Quite likely there will be thoughts because such is its nature. All forms, sounds, thoughts and perceptions there is nothing that does not arise in the mind. Now observe mindfully what is happening to these thoughts. Some come and go on their own; few others linger and retreat while yet others are persistent . This is a normal experience.

Here begins the interesting part. While in this state of observance , where you are aware of what is going on around you but not engaging in them on in any way, you will see that unless there is an engagement of any arisen thought or feeling by the intervention of any one of the six senses, five sensory and the conceptualised mind, no response will be forthcoming in the form of body or speech actions. This means that only when we engage, consciously or subconsciously, with our arising thoughts and feelings, do they have the capacity to manifest further. It means, if we do not engage with arising thoughts or feelings, they will die or fade out on their own. This is the nature of our mind. Awareness, undivided from Emptiness. This is known as the view.

Slowly come out of this state and return to the ordinary state. As soon as an external negative stimulus of any kind is given to the mind, be it an angry word, an unpleasant smell, a loud sound, a painful feeling, a sorrowful sight, a negative thought with a capacity to bring suffering upon us or others, observe for a moment how this stimulus is being treated by the mind before reacting to it. If we can effectively change this immediately reactive treatment into a delayed response kind of treatment from within the state of emptiness , the resultant offering will be pleasant and virtuous. Train yourself in mindfulness. At all times be vigilant of the manner in which the mind is processing every external stimulus. To an ordinary mind, stimuli can be sensational, arousing, disturbing and seductive. The mind is gullible and thoughts can deceive easily. But if we are observant at every moment, we will be able to grasp the slipping mind and instead respond from the View state of awareness-emptiness .

This can be made a continuous living experience. And to relentlessly practise the accumulations of the view and meditation at all times, is our action. Perfecting this state is Dzogchen practice, central to the Nyingma tradition of Buddhism.

Remember to humbly dedicate all pleasant sights for the liberation of all beings. Actions themselves have no capacity to bring benefit unless dedicated. Such dedication, detached from pride, ambition and conceptualisation will bring us happiness through liberation from sufferance.
The writer is a practising Nyingma Buddhist.

Mind over Matter

2009-11-07T00:57:00.000-08:00

They say the Human mind has enormous power and the human body is a slave to directions meted out on top. I just finished reading Dan Browns latest book: The lost symbols and I couldn’t help but agree more with it. Found it pretty captivating for almost the 3/4th of the book but then it fizzled out somehow for me. The day would come when we will bend the spoon with nothing but our thoughts. Even thinking about it gives me a new high and hope.

Dan Browns ability to co-relate different scriptures and his knowledge about myths and science is unfathomable and hats off to him for that. And it was even more interesting how Hindi mythology with other religions was intrically carved throughout this book. My interest to religion can be addressed to the fact my late maturity towards spiritualism and the unknown. I recently read an article which prophesized that Bhagwat Geeta was the first of all holy scriptures and all the religions thus far have been emanated from our very own Bhagwad Geeta says the great sage. Now despite being a staunch Hindu I feel somehow its blasphemy to proclaim that other religions have emanated from Hinduism.

Back to my original topic of Mind over Body, One should not become a slave to the mind by allowing to take control of our lives by thoughtless and reckless thinking and acts which subsequently originate from such thoughts. One should become aware and take reins of the mind by allowing it to be constructive. And like my earlier article keep reinventing yourself. There is no meaning to life if you keep doing the same things over and over again. Make mistakes, learn from them. Acceptance is the key to forgiveness and your peace of mind.

I know my recent writings are clouded by spiritualism and optimism but the more you believe in it the more it sinks in. But yes, I want to cherish my long lost dream of writing a novel someday. This is where I bow down to the great mind for directions. Because the stories that can be cooked up there, cannot be imagined in the wildest of dreams :)

Handcuffed!!

2009-11-01T01:31:00.000-07:00

The Clock strikes 5:30 and I am off my bed. The first thing I remember is do my 8 minute meditation. Something of a ritual I have started just to spend time with me and myself.

Then I put on my running shoes and shorts and I am away on my morning jog. As I step out of my house there is still darkness and I think to myself how life can be so still and peaceful at this time of the hour. Reminds me of the Body farms from the MATRIX, each one is plugged into their sleep who will only wake up on the buzz of their alarm clocks.

I see the patterns over the morning sky as the sun rises slowly from the east. I can see the desert dunes which separates me from the hard and harsh desert life with the Civilization which has been built over pure desert and arid land. I live in discovery gardens - Jebel Ali, an astonishing blend of modern architecture and landscapes. I shifted here because it’s close by to my work and sometimes I walk to work if life gets too big for me.

I decide to run up to my office. Although I know there will be nobody in but I still want to see how the place looks when it’s deserted. So I sign in the register and take the first corridor. It’s empty and spooky. I run till the end and notice all files and papers neatly stacked on the tables. I guess the cleaning staff is doing their work. It’s like the elves from harry potter :). I reach till the end of the corridor and take two rights to go back to front desk.

The security guards are alarmed to see me at this hour. I try to get past them without acknowledging them and they panic and start screaming and running behind me. I am oblivious to this because I am listening to music on my MP3 player. But the guards finally outrun me and block my way.
This takes me by surprise and I ask the guards "whats your problem man??"
Guard One: "who are you??”
Guard two: "what are you doing in the office at this hour?"
Me: "Don't you know me?? I am your corporate IT staff!! And I came to office just like that, no particular reason. Is that a crime?"
Guard one: "Show us you’re ID"
Me: "I am sorry, I left my wallet in the house" Now I am in panic mode. "But I signed in the register which says I was there"
Guard Two:"How can we trust you? Who is your boss? Let us call him and confirm the same"
Me: "There is no need for that. I will be coming to office in another two hours, and then you can see for yourself. And the register is also the proof". I really start getting tensed since if the guard calls my boss, he will come to know I was there at 5:30 in the morning and I have no plausible reason explaining my presence at such a time without sounding fishy.
Guard One: He starts relenting "Ok. Give us your phone number and name"
Me: I become cocky and challenge him "How can you not know me, I have been here for almost 3 months. If you want why don’t you check the register?"
Guard one: Now gets irritated "Ok. You can go now, but if you really want me to check, I can do it"
Me: “yea"
Guard one: He calls up his superior on duty on walkie - talkie. Theres static which I am unable to decipher and then he turns to me and says "Come with me"
Now I get hauled up to the superior and I then I think to myself, I made a complete fool of myself. It’s like digging your own grave. I should learn to quit when I am ahead.

Superior: "Whats your name and your purpose of being here"
Me: I keep silent
Superior: "My staff tells me that you were being arrogant with him. Who is your boss?"
Me:"So are you gonna put me in jail for this?" I turn to Guard one "you’re going down!! You won’t have a job in few hours!!"
Superior:"Oh yea, let’s see who doesn’t have a job!!" He then handcuffs me and tries to throw me in a cell.
I try to struggle and resist and wrestle with all three of them and I fall off the bed!!!

This is what I dreamt this morning and as I woke up I decided, I am gonna pen it down. I mean who gets such weird dreams and remembers it in details :)

Re-Invent your self

2009-10-31T23:56:00.000-07:00

There is so much turbulence around me and inside me that for the first time I have started reading spiritual books just to know the reason why life is being a bitch to me. They say that a man turns spritual only when he faces adversities, calamities, troubles and disappointments. Or if he is truly self enlightened from within. But i do realise that there will be always unhappiness around unless you try to connect with yourself and bring yourself to peace with gods will.

This year has been the most turbulent year of my small little life so far. Things are just not going the way I planned and I Just wish this year ends and theres a hope for a new beginning for me. I dont want to return to the shell which i have strived so hard to get out of. But i do have a feeling of Deja-VU. The same events in exact same manner have happened twice. WHO is to blame? Me or GOD? This is where I went wrong and I am in misery. No body can be blamed. I cannot punish myself or others for things which are not in our hands. I just to accept it as Gods will. And when you learn acceptance you learn to forgive and forget thats what I have discovered.

I have come across this great article about going into silence. I only wish i would have come across this earlier so maybe i would have lived a more fulfilling life away from Hatred, Jealousy and Impatience.

Just recently i have started meditation to calm my mind and divert my mind from the past and the negative thoughts. And today was just my second day with the help of 8 Minute Meditation - Quite Your Mind.Change Your Life. If i can silence my mind even for those 8 minutes without enforcing it I believe its a achievement. And i feel this is a perfect start for a restless, hyperactive and sensitive guy like me.

I have also made a resolve to start reading and writing again come what may. This is something which is me and i have disconnected for some reason or the other. Just my advice to you guys out there, Re-invent yourself, dont get stuck in this monotonous wheel of life.

The Chennai Trip!!

2008-07-05T10:21:00.000-07:00

The Flight took off From Lohegaon Airport. Lohegaon, a village located in the remote district of Pune, around 40 Kms away from the city. The road to the airport was so scenic, lush green trees in full bloom on either sides of the road. Purple & Mauve colored flowers decorating the highway. Interesting thing about Pune, is the Buffalos residing right in the middle of the road, I guess they still think that its part of the meadows. Just sitting there, not giving a damn to the people honking by. A sight.

Once in the airport, in comes this pretty little thing asking me which flight I wanna board and do I wanna check in my luggage. I been told with my new Lappy, I look more professional. So I give her this look full of attitude, no babes, I am good here.

A memory which will always be etched in my mind, will be the sonic boom of an MIG and the landing of a Sukhoi. It was like an art, this fighter jet touched down in perfection, then the shoot came out and it came to an halt almost in 500 mtrs after which it was taxied to the hangar. Pune airport is used both as a military base and for commercial planes. There were also some old world war planes on display.

I like the Pune Airport, they have kept it pretty simple, and thank god there was no rush of the usual, gujju families and Dubai Departure Creatures AKA Mumbai Airport. And also since the prices of Air Travel have gone up, maybe people prefer going back to their usual mode of transport. So as I enter I hear an announcement saying Passengers of Jet airways Flight 946 are requested to check in and proceed to the security counter. So there I get my Baggage Checked, with the security guy sticking his baton in unmentionable places. I wonder what they tell their wives, “I just physically molested 1000 people today”.

So I am all checked in and ready for departure, only thing I am an hour early, so I decide to show off with my new lappy, but I get bored soon and thought I will speak to someone. I called up one of my friend. Time flies by and lo its time for me to take off. As soon as the announcement is made saying, “Passengers of Jet airways Flight 946 are requested to board the flight”. There’s a mad rush to the counter, reminds me of the Mumbai local trains. People run as if their lives depend on it. I sit there watching people hustling and bustling, fighting out who gets to get more luggage space on top. I decide I will be the last person to board the flight. This reminds me of the Murphy’s law, “People with window seats always arrive last”. But alas, the entire plane was full except my row, which was still empty. So I sit there thinking what an opportunity I have missed.

But then there’s a moment to rejoice, here they come, two gorgeous looking girls, coming right towards me. So one of them comes straight to me and asks me, is this row number 25, I think to myself, “Bimbettes”, don’t u no to read, but of course I ain’t rude enough to talk to these pretty girls like that. Since these girls arrive late, there was no luggage space for them, so they ask me, could I help them with adjusting it somewhere. I Say ‘sure, y not with full grinning smile’. So finally they settle down next to me, one of them starts up small talk, so where are you heading, I was like DUHH, “Chennai”, I gave her a confused look, for a second I contemplated being in the wrong plane. (Ya, I am travelling to Chennai to celebrate the silver anniversary of my birth – Not by Choice though, on a official tour). So we talk for some more time on trivial issues, but I am too bored to entertain them anymore, so I try to sleep for sometime. But no, these dimwits are on a laughing & giggling spree, it was so annoying I mean, there the steward comes and hands them a drink, one of them asks, how much for this, the steward says, no mam, this is complimentary, and there they go giggling for half an hour. I was like are these girls high or something?? Anyways I put on my headphones and ignore them for the rest of the way.

Finally, the pilot just announces that we have arrived and flying over Chennai.”Outside temperature 36 degrees, with cross wind on the runway, so buckle up and sit tight”. As we are flying over Chennai, I noticed this huge cluster of houses, so close to each other, which can give a complex to the slums in Dharavi. Then I see a huge race course, I guess this was twice the size of Mahalaxmi race course. It looked magnificent. Another thing which was pretty unique was the elevated train platforms and tracks, and it was running almost through the heart of the city like a serpentine. Chennai airport being right in middle of the city, when the plane was descending it was almost kissing the rooftops of the low lying buildings.

As we were nearing the runaway, suddenly the plane started vibrating, it touched the runway and bounced and moved sideways, the people almost started screaming. But thank god, the pilot landed the plane safely. I wonder how a low cost airline would react to such kinda crosswinds, because a couple of times when I have been in one of the low cost airlines, they shake vibrantly even when they are on ground!! So that’s that.

While getting down it’s like a custom for the air hostesses to stand at the doorway and give you fake smiles and wish that we would fly again with them. I mean don’t they get sick of giving that fake smile, I had read somewhere if you are forced to give a fake smile, the person goes into depression after a certain period of time!! So I guess they will be needing shrinks pretty soon.

The first thing once you step out, you notice about Chennai, that its bloody hot and humid, identical to Mumbai, only thing in Mumbai it becomes pleasant in the evening but not the case over here. My chauffeur had called me and said that he’s waiting for me outside. So I step out of the airport and I see a guy with a placard saying “Mr. Narsimha, Infosys”. Normally whenever I used to travel by air and used to check out I used to see this placard for different people and think to myself I wish that was me. So I callout the guy and tell him I am Mr. Narsimha. He gives a half smile and offers to carry my luggage, I tell him, that its not much and I can manage. So once in the cab, I try to make some small talk, like how far is the Mcity(the place where Infosys has a huge campus), he says its about 40 kms away, almost an hour.

So I ask the driver, hasn’t it started raining over here, cuz its still hot and humid, I gesture using through hand signals, he starts saying something in Tamil, I tell him, “tamil teriyaadu” which means I don understand Tamil. So he says something in broken English, “no rains here Sir, only summer whole year!!”. I ask the driver to turn on the radio, each frequency he tunes into has only tamil songs nothing else, its like I have come in an Anti Hindi establishment. I heard, people over here, even if they know hindi, they will pretend that they don’t know it.

Anyways after a long long ride, that’s when the idea of this blog was conceptualized in the cab itself, I reached Mahindra City, a huge deserted land where all the top IT & BPO & ITES companies were setup. Soon after I checked into my room, Infy guest houses are as magnificent as ever. A 29 inch plasma screen, comfy Beds, hot shower what else can a man want. So I get changed, relax and wait for my teammates to arrive. My PM arrives at around 10 and we decide to go and get something to eat. As we step out, we ask the guard where the food courts are, he says that all food courts close at 9 and there’s nothing we can get to eat in a 10 mile radius. I wasn’t particularly hungry so I could manage sleeping without eating anything. But still our PM insisted we go and check out everything. So there we go three musketeers, on a BSA ladybird riding into the sunset searching for food. We asked almost every guard on campus and swept every building which had lights on for food, but nothing. After so many excursions, I started feeling hungry and we were even more determined to find food. So in the end we fought with the guards to open up the kitchen, finally one of them had pity on us, they gave us bread jam.

By the time I reached our rooms, I started getting calls for wishing me for my Birthday which went on almost till 1. It was depressing not being among friends and family but still I tried to look at the brighter side. We had to go early next morning for training so I called it a night. Tomorrow was supposed to be my day, where everything will be perfect and everything will happen as I want. But sadly it wasn’t so.

Next day morning we got up, got our breakfast and we were ready for attending the KT sessions in the client centre in Covansys. As soon as we got out from our rooms, we were hit by a heat wave at 8 in the morning. I was thinking to myself if it was gonna be so out in the morning itself how’s it going to be in the mid afternoon. It was almost an hour drive. As we reached the client location I was disappointed to see their office, I guess I am used to be in huge campuses, so I guess I had some expectations, the work place, the people and the infrastructure. I was thinking when I will jump how hard is it gonna be for me to adjust in some other company, if it turns out to b like the one I was in, I wouldn’t have probably survived their long. Infosys is far more liberal in certain aspects. I guess I have now realized the value of my dream company.

We had our sessions at 2 till 5 and after that a Infosys Level meet to discuss how the day went by. That got over and since it was my birthday we decided to go to some beach or some good place. We asked the CAB guy through hand signals to take us to the beach. He only replied, “illa sir, no diesel”, there was a fuel shortage going on only in TamilNadu, giving me enough reasons to hate this place more and more every passing moment. As a last resort we asked the driver to take us to a good restaurant which falls on the way. He was reluctant but agreed in the end. He took us to “The DHABA”. Notice how the “THE” changes the aura of a name. There was a Auto Rickshaw installed on the first floor of the building, guess the owner was fascinated by this famous mode of transport. We had already prepared ourselves that food might not be so great here but fortunately the food was yummy. The funny thing was natives dressed as punjabi’s were serving the food and when we spoke to them in hindi they replied back in tamil!!

This was just the beginning of the nightmare, after we reached home, I started hearing noises in my tummy. Thought must be indigestion or something. But unfortunately it wasn’t so, I had to go twice to the loo, I was praying to god, not now, not here, not today of all days. Somehow I got to bed and at 3 my condition had worsened, bad stomach cramps and motions, I thought I’ll put up with it till morning and go to doctor. But the pains were becoming intolerable, in the end I slept on the bathroom floor, cuz I dint have energy to walk from the bed to the loo. Felt like my stomach is gonna burst, I would rather prefer to die than go through that pain, that’s when I decided it was a emergency and I needed medication ASAP. Normally there’s a doctor on call so called up the security personnel, he said there’s no doctor on campus and they will have to take me to a hospital which is like 15 kms away. I dint wanna go to the hospital cuz I hate it, but the pains had become incessant, so I told him to get an ambulance. Ambulance arrived in five mins, I woke my roomie, told him I am going to the hospital, he was totally bewildered, was like what, how , when. I had never stepped in an ambulance before, the driver told me to lie down on the stretcher. I was thinking so many battles of life and death must be fought at this place. I was almost to a point where I was gonna loose consciousness, but thankfully I dint. After what felt like ages, the hospital arrived. The name of the hospital was, Mutthuswamy Kumar Ganpati Hospital!!! From out it looked like a residential building. As soon as I stepped in, I got hit by that sickening smell of a hospital. I don’t know how all hospitals manage to smell similar. From inside it looked like a world war II emergency ward. I was taken to a room where there was a guy before me who was getting treated, I guess he cut his leg or something, so there was blood lying everywhere and he was cryin with pain. Looking at that blood and that smell, I just found the nearest exit and puked right there.

I was still getting such spasms, I just asked isn’t there any other doctor, the nurse said no, she said she can give a injection to relieve the pain, I said no thanks, Ill wait for the doctor. By my guess, the nurse was just a 18 year old girl, as well as under qualified for this job. Finally the doctor came, he just asked me what happened, and he prescribed something and told me he will have to give me two injections, one in the veins and one in the butt and I had to get those meds myself form the pharmacy. The driver was there with me so I asked him could he get it for me, so he brought them, the doctor told the nurse to give me the injections. I was thinking to myself, if she has to give me a injection in my veins, how many attempts it will take for her to find my vein. I couldn’t risk that so I requested the doctor himself to give me those injections. He told me to lie on metal table where there was blood all over on it!! I told him can he at least get it cleaned. He took me to another room where he gave me those injections and prescribed some more meds and asked me whether I want drips. He told me I got “food poisoning”. I said no ways I am staying in this hospital even a single minute more. So I just took the meds and got the hell out of there. The pains reduced after an hour or so.

After I came back, my PM came to see me and saw my condition so told me to take rest. I was feeling bad that I fell sick and I wouldn’t be able to participate in further sessions, but I had no control over it. Entire day I was only sleeping, there was a problem for getting me lunch cuz there was no room service but I requested the reception and he knew about my condition so that was solved. I was completely sapped out of energy, even simple tasks like pouring water in a glass had become difficult. So when my colleagues came back in the evening, my PM asked me to take the first flight back home the next day and take the week off and rest.

Mom was surprised to see me cuz I hadn’t told them about my condition cuz I know she will worry simply. At least now I will get proper food and care. I have decided I am never ever going back to that hell of a place again.

All in all, Chennai sucks!!!

Stella

2007-06-13T01:33:00.000-07:00

As I am saying good night at the end of the day,

And you are not here, but many miles away,

My heart is so empty and so lonely inside,

As I wipe away a tear I am trying to hide.

I close my eyes and try to go to sleep,

But with the sadness inside I begin to weep.

Suddenly I remember what you once said to me,

Just meet me in the stars, waiting for you I will be.

When distance tends to keep us apart,

Remember I still hold you near in my heart.

When the night together, can't be ours,

Just close your eyes and meet me in the stars.

Meet me in the stars, I'll be waiting there for you.

With a bottle of wine and glasses for two.

Just close your eyes and there you will see,

Waiting in the stars, just for you I will be.

Remembering those words, I begin to smile,

And gently close my eyes, lessening the miles.

I can see the stars, oh how beautifully arranged,

But you are not there, no hug to exchange.

I sit alone waiting, with hope in my heart,

No longer wanting to be kept apart.

Suddenly in the distance, a shadow appears,

A tear rolls down my face and the image is clear.

There is no question it is you that I see,

Waiting in the stars, just like you promised to me.

You hold out your hand as you become near,

And put it in mine saying, "I miss you, my dear. "

Suddenly there's gentle music, filled with romance,

You gently pull me close, we begin to dance.

Just meet me in the stars, that is where I will be.

A special place in the stars just for you and for me.

Love

2007-06-08T01:13:00.000-07:00

A great many thinkers and writers have wasted their time broaching about this particular topic and still it remains something which cannot be described or expressed completely. Every person has a different perspective of how it should be. But in the end it’s just the union of two people who feel the same way about each other.

Can love be one sided?
I feel how it can be love when the other person doesn’t respond to you the same way. No sir, that’s not love. It’s just a dream.

I thought I had found true love, my soul mate who I could talk anything n everything n I thought this was the person I would do die for. But m scared now, people change so much, the same person who would not even dream about hurting their loved ones, behave as if nothing affects them anymore. So cold, passive it’s just too hard to digest the fact that how could I not see it coming. I guess love makes you blind, you ignore all the faults n see only the good things, things that YOU wanna see. But actually things are much darker, fader, and blanch. I had read somewhere people are generally good, circumstances push them to the bad side. I believe people are generally bad, circumstances and their needs make them good.

Everything’s so lovey-dovey, caring, sweet talk n all during the initial phases, why do people start taking for granted after the other person express their desire to be with them. Does all the love vanish in that single moment?

Maybe I ask too many questions, Maybe m plain stupid n dunno how this world works or Maybe people are too complex too understand..
Maybe I am just seeking for someone who would listen to me patiently without judging me.
Or may be I just can’t let go of people I really care.
Or may be I believe in fairy tales, boy meets girl, both of them fall in love and they live happily ever after.

I donno, whether I would be able to love anyone the same way ever again and also to trust someone more than myself but I know for sure I have lost faith in love.

Clairvoyance

2007-06-06T21:49:00.000-07:00

In my dreams I'm dying all the time..
Then I wake its kaleidoscopic mind..
I never meant to hurt you..
I never meant to lie..
So this is goodbye..
This is goodbye

Tell the truth you never wanted me..
Tell me...

M Back!!

2007-06-06T21:44:00.000-07:00

Hi guys..
Been away from bloggin since almost a year n half..
Lets say bloggin was really addictive and then got demotivated of posting cuz of a certain someone..
Well lot many things have changed since i last blogged and i hope to write some of those incidents down and continue bloggin with same vigour as i used to at some point of time..

Cheers
Happy Bloggin

Bombay Blues: Part I

2006-01-25T05:58:00.000-08:00

This week and the weekend has been particularly too hectic for me.
The one sport that I can really say m good at is, badminton n I resumed playing badminton after a gap of around 6 months. This vacation I had particularly gained too much weight so wanted to get back into shape.
And since I was playing after long I knew my body will be stiff so I had decided I will play only a game or two, but once m in the game, I loose track of everything, n ended up playing 8 games. So obviously till I reached home I was ok, but once the body cooled down, every inch of my muscles were aching n crying. But still I went the next day n the body pain is slowly going away. Feels good to test the limits of your body.

Then on Saturday it was A’s birthday, so we had to plan something good.
I had bought her a Card, a box of chocolates and a formal bag. Then we had planned to go to Kobe’s sizzlers for a mega lunch. I loved the pepper chicken although it was too much for a single person to finish. She had ordered an ice tea which tasted delicious. After the lunch we had planned to go to the Gateway of India n go to a nice ferry ride, n since it was a good 30 Kms from Bandra we went by car so that we could have a long drive also.

The first month of the year is celebrated as the Mumbai Festival over here and there are events taking place all over India. At gateway of India Two warships were anchored, INS GODAVARI and INS BEAS. We thought of going over there but there was already a huge queue for that. So we chucked that idea and decided to go to Elephanta Caves. It is a pretty famous tourist spot n although of living my entire life in Bombay I had never been there so neither of us had any idea what we were expecting. When we asked the ticket vendor as in how much time will the total journey take, he said 40 mins. We thought ok not bad, n bought the tickets.

The ride on the ferry was superb, cool breeze blowing in ur hair n face, the calm n soothing sea, the seagulls that were following our boat. I wish I had a camera, the seagulls were literally gliding in the air drift of our boat. And of course the paranomic impressive view of the entire surroundings, it was really breathtaking. The ride went on n on for about 30 mins , n v both were wondering that when we would reach n after reaching would they just take a entire turn around the caves or are we supposed to get down.

After about 45 mins, we were nearing a huge island and there were some settlements on that island. I still wonder how these people live in oblivion like this. When we reached near the island the boat docked and everyone started getting out. We too followed and then we reached the steps and not knowing of what to except we kept climbing until neither of us could take another step. It was a steep climb with road dwellers on both sides of steps and there was a considerable crowd of mainly foreigners and monks from Tibet I guess.

When we reached the top we bought the tickets and we had a look around. The caves mainly consisted of statues in semi nude

positions and some stunning figurines. All this while A was worried lets hurry along cuz what if the boat goes and we are stranded over here, lol. So anyways we hurried and we got back on the cruiser and this time we took the upper birth. More than the caves the most amazing part was the ride, simply awesome. While coming back we saw a couple of ships decorated with lights and when it became dark only the silhouette of the ship was visible cuz of the lights, u can only imagine how beautiful that would look in the night sky.

While coming back, one of my friend called me to inform me that we would be going to Karnala Fort. Although we had already bought the night show tickets for 15 PARK AVENUE of the same day, I agreed. The movie was good but I guess I was not in the mood for it so I couldn’t follow it properly. All the time my mind was what time would I reach home and how many hours will I get to sleep before leaving the next day. Aparna sen’s acting n all was good but I thought the ending was simply stupid and i was like wot a waste of a good script. I reached home by around 2 and I couldn’t get sleep till 3 I guess cuz of the excitement of leaving early before the sunrise and that too on bikes.

To be continued….

Travel Blog

2006-01-17T10:17:00.000-08:00

Me just back from Hyderabad, after a week long vacation. Feel so good and rejuvenated after such a long break. Not that I was too busy over here but it always feels good to get out of the grind.

I needed a change of location from a long time and when I got the opportunity to go to Hyderabad to my grandparent’s house I took it. It happened so quick that I didn’t get a chance to post it on my blog also. The main purpose of the visit was to deliver a package received from my aunt from states and install it over there so booked the bus tickets immediately and took off that evening itself. And I specially booked the tickets of a VOLVO cuz I never been in one before, And yeah they were mighty comfortable with all the leather cushioned seats and all.

I remember when I was small, we used to go my native place every summer. And I used to get so bored up that I hated it cuz there used to be no TV, no electricity, and no friends so I stopped going with my mom every year after my 10th.

My grandparents used to just pamper me like anything and even this time they were so happy to see their eldest grandson after about four years. And you know there is distinct smell and feel to every house. That feeling suddenly came back to me as soon as I entered the house. The sweet old smell of the lemon tree, the pickles, the sand dust and even the water has a distinct taste over there. Over there we mostly get bore water(natural water reservoir used by digging deep in the ground). And of course, the Hyderabadi Biryani.

So much has changed in this past few years, (here I go comparing it to Bombay again), the Public transportation has improved than before, but its pathetic compared to Bombay. At peak hours you should see people hanging on the busses, similar to how people hang on the local trains. And there is boom of Malls everywhere u can see. The one thing that starkly stands out is that there is a aggregation of everything, meaning, all the things of one type are neatly arranged through out the city. For an eg. If u want to go to a barber, there is a gully where there are only saloons and nothing else, and for electronic items there is Gujrati gully, for sanitary there is another lane, for vegetables and all there is yet another market. I found this really cool as well as strange.

The first two days I didn’t go anywhere out, just lazed around in the house. The third day was a Sunday and when I told my grandpa that m getting bored n I wanna read some books now, he said,”ur lucky today is Sunday, all the shops are closed and the entire Koti streets becomes one huge library”. So we went out in the morning n I was amazed at the rows n rows of book dwellers, much similar like Flora Fountain in Bombay. I bought two books, The Broker by John grisham and Angels and Demons by Dan Brown for 60 bucks each. Yeah that’s right 60 Rs, not second hand or anything. Now I feel I should have bought two or three more, lol.

The Next two days my grandpa took me out for a tour of the city, all the markets and all. There is one market in Hyderabad which looks like a fort or a Royal Palace, in which all the rooms have been converted into shops. There are around 200 shops in there, where u get everything, much like a pre historic shopping mall. Then my aunt took me to this mega exhibition that happens once in a year and there are dealers from all over the country. It was humongous, I cant describe in words the length and breadth of it. It is so huge that a mini train is there which circles around the whole ground, picking and dropping of passengers. There were a minimum of 100 shops of ladies cloths alone, then there were other apparels, electronics and the food court was so huge that it could give the new age malls a run for their money.

Man the entire trip was a walk down the memory lane, simple love south India, there is a different feel and taste to it. Uncles doing there chores in lungi’s folded up, the coffee, the women dressed completely with gajra’s, kajal n big bindi’s, the idli n dosa n coconut chatni, the hyderabadi hindi, the crazy yellow rickshaw drivers and the “deccan chronicle” a local daily which I fell in love with the unique style of the paper.

The most emotional point of my journey was when I was leaving, and we were going to book the return ticket and we just stepped down from the building and a black cat cut our path. My grandpa was petrified and he really got scared thinking something may happen to me in the journey and he said you can’t go tomorrow at any cost and he gave me a hug. My eyes were moist and I was fighting back the tears and I assured him that I will go the day after, only that calmed him down and we went for yet another tour of the city :).

A happy ending!

2006-01-01T11:01:00.000-08:00

First things first,
Happy new year all ya beautiful people out there n i apologize for not personally visiting n leaving a comment.

Today’s day was the redemption day. Pick up the bits n pieces n try to start all over again (lol ya m making it sound like i was just hit by a tsunami or something). But true, i had to really go out n test is it really gonna be a unlucky year for us. So after the eventful yesterday, I had my work cut out for me, to convince n coax A that I will somehow make it up to her today.

I told my parents about everything that happened n they were happy that I sorted everything on my own, n Forget about money, the main thing was u reached home safely (yeah I love my parents). I was totally against repairing the car but since dad had to go out in the afternoon n I had to drop him till the station. So he made me call the mechanic.
Well the mechanic came, did some testing, changed one single fucking wire n wallah back to normal. I was like “this is it? Why couldn’t the other mechanic do this yesterday?” But thankfully there was nothing major.

I decided that after dropping dad at the station I will take the car n meet A cuz its on the way only. Although everything was fixed up, but still there was this feeling on the back of my mind, that suppose if I switch off my car, it wont start again n this will only go to prove tat we r jinxed. Although I wanted to be positive, but after going through wot I did the day before I couldn’t help but think negative. Even I could make out that A was a bit scared when I told her that I will be coming by car.

The other day we didn’t get a chance to click many pics so we decided to do it today. The weather was good, the feel was good, the company was great, and the ambience was cool too. Somehow today there was a feeling that nothing could go wrong. And I really liked wot A said, it can happen only once in a lifetime, don worry nothing will happen today.

So I asked A wot would u like to do today, she said lets go for a drive. I hate driving at peak hour rush, it becomes really maddening n I was still a bit apprehensive about my car. So I offered a even better option, lets go for a hindi movie of her choice. She wanted to watch “Bluff master” from quite some time, n although I had seen it with my friends n I never watch the same movie again on TV, let alone in the theatre but I agreed just to keep her happy. So went to book the tickets for the night show in advance, cuz all the other shows were house full n people were still selling it in black outside. But I got the last two tickets available at the counter at the best possible rate.

So we decided to celebrate this by having a good dinner n spending some quality time with each other ;). Everything went as planned and it was the best organized date after a long time. We both had really good time, which has made us erase some of those scars which were left behind. God is great n just goes to prove, we are mere mortals n we can merely walk the path chosen for us by destiny.

We both are fanatics when it comes to going about things which are planned in advance. So this was a welcome change n we clicked a lot of pics n if the pics turn out to be good I promise I will be posting some soon.

New year, can it get any worse?

2005-12-31T15:12:00.000-08:00

I hope that even my enemy wouldn’t have to go through, wot we went through on new years eve. It was so bad that it can give SHAME a run for its money. Seriously I have begun to hate the word “new year” now. So every time I get a sms wishin me a new year I feel like replying Go Fuck urself. .

I have just reached home after this wretched day finally got over n m compelled to write about wot exactly happened before going to sleep.

The day started off pretty well. We had already bought the passes for the new years eve of a DISC. “A” came back from work by about 7 n we decided to meet by 7 30. And also I had arranged for a camera also to celebrate this mega event. She got ready only by 8 30 (women never get ready on time) n although it was a bit early we decided to go to the disc since there would be lot of traffic, N it was true there was hell of a traffic on juhu road. so we were chatting n catchin up the week that she spent in nagpur n I spent in pune n during that time when we missed n past by the Disc, we had no idea. And above all the days on today there was a huge police “bandobast” making the fucking road a one way. So I couldn’t take a U. and go back n due to this conversion there was double the traffic.

A brief history about my car.
Nick name: my first love, my lil baby.
It is 3 years old.
Excellent running condition, clocked 25000 kms without single hiccup.(excluding those times it ran out of fuel due to my restrictions on pocket money)
Been serviced and pampered on regular intervals.

Of all the days it could have broken down, sadly it chose today. Yes, the day she chose to betray me was gonna be today. The day, when I had anticipated the most fun in my entire life. The day, which A had made a whopping investment too.

So all of a sudden in middle of the traffic, it stalled. A said “wot happn”. Me coolly, “nothing must have left the clutch early”. Then the time that I had was the most horrible I ever had n it made me realize how helpless those people must have been whose car breaks down in the middle of the road n I honk shamelessly at it n give a dirty look when I pass by the owner as if to say ”Asshole, u cant take care of ur car also”.

Somehow there was some ballon guys n they willingly helped me to push the car to the side (thank u guys for saving me from more embarrassment)
And then for full fifteen mins I tried to start the car but to no vain. My first reaction was the engine must have over heated or either the battery water must be low. A was getting frustrated, wot Is happening, tell me?. If I knew wouldn’t I fix it. There were some cops also over there, so I asked them can I get a mechanic, they laughed at me sayin today of all days n at this time, get lost the cars gonna get towed u collect it from andheri 2morow morning n if u don’t it would be sent to impounding.

Somehow by pleading I pataoed him that I will bring the mechanic please don’t tow it. He agreed n we took a ric n went back to the disc. We reached about 10 n still there was no sign of crowd. We were thinking did we make a right choice by coming here n I was fantasizing the whole night we too would be dancing in the moonlight (disco light) alone. People started pouring in after 11 n it was jam packed in few mins. The food was pretty descent n there was unlimited booze n cold drink, but since I don’t drink hard drinks n I had a sore throat I couldn’t have neither. The only thing we both didn’t like was the DJ played all hindi songs. Then came the count down, n the calls started pouring in.

Even though we were inside the disc my whole mind was on my car n A also knew that. I still couldn’t believe that it gave up on me today of all days n it might not be even there till this party gets over n then how will I go home, cuz I cant crash at A’s house which was the nearest n above all wot would I say to my parents.

So after dinner, A suggested that we go back to the site n see whether the car is still there n lets hope the car starts this time, thinking it may have cooled down n then come back 2 the disc in either case. Although the car didn’t get towed but sadly it didn’t start. When we were taking the Rick back to the disc I casually asked the rick guy, does he know any mechanic, he said ya, but he will have to wake him up. I said please do, cuz I cant go home without my car.

So we woke him up n took him back to the site. First he said, battery is dead. So After connecting secondary battery, a huge smoke came out. He said there is short circuit in the wiring n ur lucky that ur car didn’t catch fire n he said that he can take the car back to the garage n give me back in the morning. But A was totally against it saying, u can’t trust this guys, wot if he says 2morow that he doesn’t recognize me. I had no choice to trust this guy, so somehow I silenced A.

But before giving the car keys I noticed the” upper headlight” light on the dashboard was on, in spite the car totally switched off. When I told him this, he did something n hot wired the car n when we pushed, the fucking thing started. “Genius” man he was. But there was only one glitch, every time the car stalled or was switched off it had to be pushed n started, this meant that we couldn’t go back to the disc. When I told this to A, she was mighty disappointed n almost started crying. I consoled her somehow n we decided to go back home after dropping the mechanic to his place.

Now this guy said, since I didn’t no the road, so let him drive. I said ok, n gave him the keys. He knew all the short cuts n he was extra excited or something to get home n he jumped on a wrong lane n there greeted us 7 fucking PANDU’s (read traffic cops). “Ghey sidela tujya mila”. Man this was scary I couldn’t believe this was happening after everything.. When the mechanic was asked for his license, he said he had left it at home, this angered them even more n they straight forward started tearing a receipt of 800 bucks.
It took fifteen mins of pleading on part of him to reduce the rate to 600 which by the way none of us had. So I joined n after 20 mins more the rate was reduced to fucking 300 bucks. Now this whole scene was too much and embarrassing for A n she started crying. N once she gets like this it’s very hard for me to make her come back to normal. No amount of coaxing n soothing can change tat.

I couldn’t even shout at the driver cuz at least we could go home because of him. Finally I dropped him off at his place n then dropped A back to her place. She was so angry by now that she said “don’t call me even if u don reach home now”. I know her well by now so I didn’t take it seriously. A now thinks that we are jinxed and the year has only started off so bad, what can be expected of the coming year. But as expected she messaged me after some time asking me about my whereabouts. Thankfully I reached home safely without further more twists.

The only positive I can take of this day, that when the car broke down it was still 2005, n I 2006 made me reach home safely. Nahi to imagine the first day of the year gone In running from pillar to post for my car. Now I have started to hate my car so bad that I don think that m ever gonna repair it also. I still can’t believe that at one point I gave it more importance than a real person.

2005-12-28T08:39:00.000-08:00

Yipee!

finally after much searching n frantic tryin my blog's got sound :)

Thanks to all the people who helped me unknowingly, casa n mich :0)

the song that is playin is from JAL- Teri yaad.

dedicated to A

come back soon babes , missing u

Pune: Lets go Round Round baby!!!

2005-12-27T11:26:00.000-08:00

Man! M so glad that I m back at home finally.

This is what happens to me everytime. If m at home, I have this constant urge of going somewhere out, n when m out I get home sick within a day.

I had gone for my first cousins wedding in pune. The wedding was great, cuz in my family it was the first time that someone did tat “saath pheras walla shadi”. But since our family is not into that drum beating types so we didn’t have all that noise n all. And thank god there was no dancing as well, cuz I suck big time in that department.

I had heard a lot of things about pune, that pune is an advanced city, it has better infrastructure, scope for being better than Mumbai and all that crap, but sadly enough I was disappointed.
When I first entered the city, I couldn’t believe this is actually the Pune city. I asked all my uncles, is this really pune, they all were laughin at me saying, “wot did u expect, Bombay!”. I mean literally the city starts and ends on a single road, called the shivaji road or something. And the road is literally 2 lane with vehicles parked on the city n roads dug up all the way. And I don dare talk about the drivers, total maniacs including the female drivers. No sense of sticking to your lane, stopping in the middle of the road to chat to your long last friend, parking with your tail out, causing huge traffic snarls.

I know all the people over here who are from pune are gonna hate me but I cant help but think how can u compare pune to Bombay. I asked dad, where are all the call centres, he told me its in CAMP. I didn’t get a chance to see that. Maybe atleast that’s modern or something. I also saw few malls n pizza inns n café shops but no Mac, atleast I couldn’t find one. And the locals, they r the most horrible, if u ask someone on the road for directions be sure he will guide u the wrong way. When we wanted to go to the reception, Hotel presidency, all of them gave hand signals, but when we reached there it was no entry in that lane n there was a no U turn for miles. We had a horrific time reaching the venue.

The best thing about pune I liked was the huge Fort situated in the middle of the city, I think it’s the old pune city. The fort is huge, it stretches like half a mile. I wanted to go inside but we didn’t get an opportunity. Also the ganpati temple, Dagdusheth, u have to go there. Once u r in the tempe, u wont feel like leaving.

Also, one funny thing happened in the wedding. Usually weddings are a secret match making organization under cover. So all the prospective brides n grooms were here looking out for that match. Usually I directly go for the reception but it was the first time that I attended the entire marriage ceremony from haldi to the reception, so my parents introduced me to many families and one of them actually had a proposal for me, lol
And when mom told me this I just couldn’t stop laughing. Here I am, still in my final year and m already in the hit list.. just cant wait to tell A about this and see her reaction ;)

With or Without you

2005-12-22T10:37:00.000-08:00

M feeling so sad write now, thinking about tomorrow.

Tomorrow A is going back to her parents place for a week to celebrate Christmas. I hate this time of year because I tend to become really miserable cuz I cant call her at her residence n all.

N i still remember last year when her vacations were going on n she had gone home, those three months were like hell to me.

Seriously in a relationship u become so used to telling each n every minute detail of boring life to each other n so dependent on each other that u cant imagine ur life without them.

So m missing A even before she’s leaving. Yeah that’s stupid but cant help it.

But thank god she will be back by new years eve n we have already got the passes for the new year bash.

I don’t think I will be updating my blog till next year cuz I have another wedding to attend in Pune ,

so all ya beautiful people,

Merry Christmas and Happy New Year n Party Hard. :o)

Sooper Week

2005-12-17T11:27:00.000-08:00

This has been by far the most happening week from a long long time.

Wednesday:

I had to go to one of close friends wedding on wedding n it was in Meera Road, a good 40 kms from my house. So me and my friends decided to go by my car.
Man I was looking forward for a long drive from quite some time. I was so excited that I was ready one hour before the scheduled departure and went to polish my car to kill time.

This reminds me of something.
When me n avita were in the initial stage of our relationship, I was damn fussy about my car, “pls don drop anything on the seats, they wil get dirty” , “please take care while opening the door, look behind while opening”, “please don touch the stereo”, “ please clean ur shoes before entering (in rainy season)” . A used to get so annoyed with me cuz of this and once when we were in a restaurant, she casually asked me, “ sonu, whos more important to u, me or ur car”. Caught unawares I answered “my car”. Of course I didn’t mean it. (Women can b so dangerous when they show that they are calm but something else is troubling them). After this, it really took me lot of cajoling n manoing n begging in order for her to forgive me.

Anyways my friends came on time n we decided to go by Ghodbunder road. If u know that road, it the most picturesque n beautiful backdrop u can ever come across. The only annoying thing was the traffic n the signals. We reached the venue on time and since it was a Punjabi style wedding the barat had just arrived. Actually this was my first panju wedding. My friends were all drooling over the chicks. They were all like check this one out, n tat one out, but u no wen ur happy in a relationship u don feel like checking other women out. There is a feeling of content n anyways I was never the guy who would run behind women so I was wishing A could be here with me. But hey the food was great n the best thing I liked was the Mayonnaise salad or cole slaw salad.

While coming back there were a bunch of other people from our compound n we all started together. So there was a unspoken race of who reaches home first. And me just waits for challenges like this. It was the most amazing drive cuz the road was deserted cuz it was 2 am so we had the road to ourselves. I lost the lead only once n we were the first to reach with the runner up being good 10 mins away. I simply loved the weaving, cutting, braking hard n pushing my engine to the limit. Still get dreams of overtaking them. J

Thursday:

“The chances of women hitting on u are more after you are in a relationship” - Cannon's Karmic Law

That’s what happened to me on Thursday morning. I was sleeping when I got this call from an unknown airtel number. So I called back asking who it is, it was a female n first she was like , “I never called u n all” but wen I said I have ur number on my cell n asked her name, she apologized n hung up without saying anything. Her voice sounded familiar so I messaged her, “are u veenee” (Veenee was my old friend n we fought on some stupid thing n after that we never talked again n also she was the only zoroastrian person I knew in this world.). she messaged back to apologise n said she was not veenee. So being curious I asked her for her name again. She replied, “not so easily boy, u got to try harder than tat” i said wot the hell, I don have any other work than playin this idiotic games wid u... I hate wen women give u attitude when u didn’t even ask for it.

Friday:

One of my friends called me in the afternoon saying he needs my help. He was stuck in traffic n his relatives had a train to catch in the evening from Bombay central. So he asked me if I could drop them in his vehicle. Me always game when it comes to drive, so many times I get requests to drop people off to airport n receive them. (Actually this could have been nice profitable part time business :). So I agreed although I didn’t know the road properly. I really had a hard time negotiating n driving the vehicle. It was a maruti OMNI n it was the most horrible thing I had ever driven I used to turn one way n it used to slip the other way round. Thank the lord that the entire journey was uneventful in terms of meeting with an accident. This only shows my talent of driving. Hehe :)

Today

Me and friends decided that we will watch a hindi movie. I really cant rem when was the last time I watched a hindi movie in the theatre. So I was reluctant but after much arguing we decided to watch Bluff Master. We were late so we couldn’t get the 3 show but we bought the 5 30 show cuz all the shows were full until the next day except this one. In order to kill time one of my friends suggested we play pool. We all agreed since it was cheap n cool way of passing the time as well though only 2 of us were in touch. I think I last played pool 4 years back. That it was such a huge craze, people used to shell out 100 Rs per hour n all. I really had a blast over there, miscued most of them but gained my old touch towards the end. I wish I had a pool table at home.
To my amazement, the movie turned out to be really cool. Trust me guys, coming from me, it is really super cool movie to watch. I feel it’s a HIT but only the coming weeks will say. The story towards the end is more like “THE GAME”. When u watch the movie u will know what I mean. :)

Shop-O-Phobia: Fear of shopping with ur GF

2005-12-16T03:42:00.000-08:00

I had two choices on Sunday (tat rarely happens).. Either to go with my family to a wedding or spend time with A. Now A is working so we only get to meet on Sundays and on second Saturdays if m free.. n since we were meeting after a long time, A would get mighty mad at me if I didn’t meet her on Sunday.

And also I cant understand this mother of all wedding seasons. I think its some kinda conspiracy on the part of Pujaris in order to lure people into getting married saying such kinda dates wont come in another century. I mean I already missed two of them cuz of my exams n there are three more to go in this month itself.

So I somehow convinced mom that I wont b able to come to the wedding with them and also A had to do her Christmas shopping. Believe me, the few times before we have shopped we have ended up fighting. So I knew this time was gonna be no different and I suggested her to go with her sister but still A insisted that I come. Left with no choice, I met A at her place n she gave me her shopping list. i knew I was in for a shock
1 formal trousers
1 formal shirt
1 earings
1 pair of formal shoes
2 or 3 casual tops
1 shower cap
1 hair band

Oh man! The list was enough to drive me crazy let alone tag along her to every shop. I seriously wanted to go home but A wouldn’t lemme. So first we decided to go to globus for her formals. Now she wanted thick waist formal pants. We searched n searched but couldn’t find it. I told her to compromise, but prompt came the reply “if u want to buy something, u should buy of ur choice na, y should I compromise”. I gave up arguing with her n we moved on to the next item on her list.

After much searching, she liked one formal shirt, but wasn’t sure of the size. So she took the small and the medium sizes to try. The thing I don like about A is she makes me wait outside the changing room. And this changing room was in the women’s section n since it’s the shopping season there was a rush too. So wen she went inside I was left their alone with all the ladies around me giving me such piercing looks as if wanting to say, “wot the fuck ur doin over here, go in ur section, u don c us hanging out outside ur changing rooms, do u huh? “

Finally she came out n thank god she liked it n fitted her well. I was getting so angry at her by now, I was making all kinda faces n was starting to get cranky. Then we decided to go to buy her shoes. She wanted short pointed heels, but there was no designs available in that type. So we had to check out all the shoe shops on linking road n believe me there are not less than 15 shops. Now I had really started to loose my temper n I told her either buy something or leave it. After much fuss she settled on a pair of nice looking shoes. My habit is before looking at the product I see the price first, she gets so annoyed by this. So when I saw the price on that shoe I seriously was shocked n for this I got a nudge and firing from her that I was embarrassing her. Wot m I supposed to do, are u guys selling shoes or gold over here huh.

By now, my legs had started to develop cramps n my feet felt like they had boils on them. I told A that I cant take it anymore please stop this punishment. I promise I wont ever fight with you again but please stop this torture. Somehow she convinced me that we will go to shoppers for her trousers and then we can go to juhu beach. She threw me the bait n I took it cuz I simply cant resist beaches no matter how over crowded beaches like juhu are. She got wat she wanted in shoppers and we were off to Juhu.

It may sound strange, but even though of more than two years of courtship and lifetime of memories, we don have a single picture of us together. When I tell this to my friends, they don’t believe it. Although we have pictures of each other but not together. Actually we had never thought about it before and I was adamant this time that we take a picture at juhu but A is a very shy kinda person. She was like, “it would be so embarrassing taking a picture in front of so many people” “ wot would ppl think, we don even have a camera” n many other stupid things. But this time I would have none of it n somehow I convinced her into taking that picture. She said “ok, but I wont smile”. Lol. I knew she would smile just extra fussy.

Finally we took tat pic, n it turned out pretty kool. I wanted to post that picture but A would kill me if I did.

So sorry guys….

Its over

2005-12-13T10:50:00.000-08:00

All apologies for not updating my blog for so long..
Actually My exams got over on Saturday and I had a rocking weekend so was having a burn out.

Well let me trace back the events
Had my last paper on Saturday morning and the paper was fabulous. First time in 3 years I felt like I cracked a paper. I was also so excited that after a month I was gonna meet A, we had already planned out our evening as in what all we are gonna do. So as soon as the exam got over I ran home. Had a quick shave, Man I was so sick of having that beard. By the time I was done, I almost felt lighter.

Anyways I met A at around 4 30. She was looking amazing with her straight hair n all, real doll. She had spent a bomb to do it. After some hyper conversations, we first went to book the tickets for the night show of “Exorcism of Emily Rose”. I still couldn’t believe that she came with me to watch a horror movie and that too, the night show. Cuz all she ever forces me to watch is all typical hindi movies like “Main madhuri dixshit banna chahti hoon”, "chameli". I still remember I literally slept through the movie and got a firing from A for that.
So this time I somehow convinced her, that I been watching movies of her choice from 2 years, now its her turn to listen to me.

As we both had decided that we would have lunch together so neither of us had eaten almost nothing from morning. We had originally planned to eat the four layer sundae but I was not feeling like having dessert when elephants were running in my stomach. So we went to Smoking Joe’s and ordered a 12” special smoking Joe’s pizza. Man it was simple superb with salami, barb queued chicken n loads of cheese. Man it was simply yummy. We both are real hoggers so whenever we meet we tend to over eat. That’s the reason I love her so much. Shes not like the other girls who make such a fuss about eating and morever we both never tend to put on any significant weight even when we eat like crazy.

After we had our mega lunch we went for a lil drive and then decided to hang out at Band stand. She was wearin a thin top n because of the breeze she had already started feeling chilly n was shuddering. I just couldn’t stop laughing cuz I knew its gonna be chill n that’s y I was wearing a sweatshirt. Anyways we talked and spent some “quality time” as she puts it. She was feelin to chill after the sunset so we decided to go to reclamation n hang out in my car. But there was some shootin going on of some music video. I think we saw Rakhi Sawant. Anyways reclamation is a cool place to hang out inside the car n listen to music n have some privacy too.

We got bored over there to after some time so we went to Carter Road. I was coming here after a long time n they have really done a great job of restoration. With all the benches and the trees and the lawns, super cool. Its really cool how hours passes by as minutes when you are with ur loved one, soon it was 9 30. And by the time we reached the theatre it was almost 10 15, thanks to traffic. Its a real pain in the ass to drive in rush hour in Bandra. Many times I feel there are more Ricks than people over here.

The movie started at 10 30 and the start was real cool, with all the sound effects , creaky door and all. But even here A was feeling chill cuz of the Ac. Usually a girl clings on a boy in a horror movie cuz shes scared. But in my case it was the cold. Not that m complaining but its really sad that she was not scared not even in a single scene cuz she was pretty much preoccupied with “sonu when is the movie getting over” , “sonu m feelin really cold”, “ sonu m gonna get really sick now” “sonu m gonna die over here”. I was feelin really bad for her but at the same time was feeling really funny too, but I was really cross with her cuz she was not allowing me to enjoy the movie. The movie was also more of a court battle so it was ok.

One really funny thing happened during the middle of the movie. One of my friend messaged me “one sad news Amitabh Bacchan has passed away”. Even she read it n the whole time she was askin, “sonu has he really died”, I said no, he must be kiddin or something. She was asking for my cell but I didn’t give her cuz already people were makin a big scene whenever someones cell was ringing. But I could make out she was not in peace throughtout the movie. So after the movie I gave her my cell. When she read the message, she hit me n said, “Idiot y didn’t u read the full message”
The sms was
“one sad news Amitabh Bacchan has passed away”

In deewar, waqt, agnipath, sholay.

Mumbai University - Lord of Bullshit

2005-12-04T11:30:00.000-08:00

since today is sunday n m unable to do concentrate on anything significant so m updating my blog after a long time..

yesterday was my second paper.. MPC( manufacturing planning and control).. ya i know i can here your yawns till here.. basically its a theoretical n boring subject.. but thankfully there r some numericals too..so majority of us had planned to ride r luck on the numericals..

the paper was at 10 30, i woke up at 8 10, (common i went to sleep at some 2 30 or soemthing), n anyways i cant concentrate in the morning, m more of a midnite bug.. had a bath n then brushed my teeth (my exam rituals.. will rite a detail post about them some other time).. then quickly ate something n went to catch the bus.. thankfully the first bus tat came stopped.. normally this is the rush hour n its very horrible with all the stink u can almost pass out.. yeah tats ST(state transport) buses for u.. unfortunately for me, where my college is only these buses go.. so i have learned to live with it..

as usual didnt get a place to sit, arrived college by 9 30.. here a whole new scene awaits me.. normally durin such papers, no one is sure wot is gonna come n every one is in a frenzy tryin to be the next bejan daruwalla.. "arre ye pakka ayega".. "last time bhi aya tha".. "arre tune ye kiya kya, mujhe dusre college ke ladke ne bataya.. uske sir ne ye important bola hai"

n wen u c all this new stuff, u wonder wot u did from the past three days.. n then there is a panic attack nu try to grasp as much as possible in this 30 crucial mins.. this 30 mins is almost equal to the amount of study done in the past three days.. a micro crash course..i usually don touch the books before 15 mins of the exam.. but there are always ppl who want to quiz u.. "arre Non repetitve JIT phirse bata yaar" "SImplex mein hamesha maximise karne ka na" and the list continues..
finally its exam time, 10:25, all rush inside the exam hall as if gold awaits them.. after a few mins of frantic locating of our exam seets, everyone settles down n then try to rite as many formula's on the bench possible in five mins flat before the examiner comes..

10 30, the examiner comes, tell us to hurry up n keep r bags, mobiles out.. she distributes the paper n the formula's copied on the bench are pasted back on the last page of the answer sheet.. n then tallyin is done with each other.. satisfied, we wait for the all important exam paper.. we all rejoice seeing the paper is only 2 sided against 4 sided ones.. hopin the paper will b small..
now while the paper is distributed in the 1st column, the fourth column guy asks the first column guy, hows the paper.. (all in sign language, can make the dumb run for their money) n the verdict is awaited by everyone in the room.. the tempo of the room is set on his verdict.. n he gives the thumbs down.. a huge groan in the room n everyone awaits for the doomed paper..

after wot it seems a endless time period i get the question paper and first thing i do is scan the paper for the numericals i know well..no forecasting..fuck, cpm ..phew, no assigment.. oh fuck.. some screwed up LPP problem.. oh god help me.. give me strength..

in bombay university question pattern, the first question is compulsory.. n in tat question out of six, we had to attempt four.. so i dreadfull start reading the first question.. out of six i knew two well.. i knew this was gonna b a struggle now.. but in theory subjects the advantage is u can spin ur own yarn with being connected to the subjected.. now only what i need is great deal of imagination at my reckoning n lil bit speed..

i read the first question again n i wrote the answer number.. then for almost wot it seems eternity i went blank.. i was lookin to my right, to my left n every one was like making diagrams, scribblin off to glory.. n i was like.. wots wrong wid me.. actually i didnt know where to begin with.. finally i decided, hell with it.. m startin with wotever comes in my mind first.. cuz i knew tat once i start writing the thoughts automatically start flowing..

after much scratchin of my head after about an hour i finished the first question.. i was just imaginin the nightmare of the examiner whos gonna read this bull shit.. n i had written amost two n half pages per question of unadulterated non sense with lot of gaps n spaces.. then i attempted the numericals.. first one was quite simple.. twenty marks in my pocket.. the other one was a nightmare.. the iterations were never ending.. it was like goin in circles only to come back at the startin point.. i wasted almost 45 mins over there checkin my steps if i had calculated correctly or not..

after lil bit of help from the back guy n lil bit of cross checkin i was done with the paper fifteen mins before the closure time.. with almost attempting 75 percent.. in enggineering its the golden rule.. its not about how much u wrote is actually rite but its about how much u attempted..

then there is another hysterical drama yet to face when the exam gets over.. its about "arre tere ko iska answer kitna aaya" "kitna attempt kiya" "theory mein lag gai" "ye university wala sums kahan se dalta hai yaar".. mostly i run home before all this starts.. cuz the last thing i wanna c in this state is the wretched question paper..
I say to myself..its finally over,

2 down 3 to to go..

Home Alone

2005-11-24T23:41:00.000-08:00

Its been almost more than a week since I been living alone now..
It all started last Tuesday when mom went with her colleagues to Vaishnodevi and dad had to fly to Hyderabad the next day.
I was so excited about the whole aspect of one week of pure independence, no one to worry, no one to nag to brush my teeth n have a bath early morning and no one to fight with to put the music low. And since mom is not there, that means the neighbourhood aunties wont flock to our place everytime. God I tell u they have such a loud voice, once they start gossiping then its no sun no moon.. Man I feel like pulling my hair out when they are at my place..
the only problem my mom had was about Food, (cuz everytime she goes to her native place n all, I used to have a sour stomach within two days n she had to come back). But this time she fixed that problem too, she made an arrangement with an local aunty to make Tiffin for me, I was totally against it since I like to eat out a lot n this time since mom had made an arrangement tat meant no extra cash for eating out n spending in restaurants.

So finally mom went, the next mornin I celebrated by playin Joe Satriani early morning in full blast ( normally the morning air used to be filled with gayatri mantra, hanuman challisa but no today was his day: for a change:). Dad came in the evening n he bought Hyderabadi Biryani which was awesome but the quantity was so much that we couldn't finish it, n dad said u can eat it 2morow. Well dad had to go back to pune early next morning so I was alone again. this is when my problems started

when parents are there are so many things that are taken care of without u even knowin they exist, like the newspaper and the milk guy early mornin, the bastard rings the bell at 6.30 in the morning and me being a glorious sleeper didn't even know of it. After some time I think in my dream I heard someone knocking, actually it was the milkman almost close to breaking down the door by now. I finally woke up cursing n opened the door, from the look of his face I knew he was waiting for long. that being over I knew I would not be able to go back to sleep again cuz I have this problem, once m disturbed from my sleep its very hard for me to go back to sleep again..
so I gave up tryin to sleep an switched on my PC. Cant even remember wot I was doin but I again fell asleep on my PC table.. I guess it was not even 15 mins into my sleep, the water started overflowing from the tank.. Again I got up cursing.. turned the nob off n thought of giving a sleep one last try.. I was so frustrated by now that I would kill anyone who would disturb me now... But then as fate would have it, the phone started ringin, I thought, man! this is the limit, go to hell m not picking up.. But the caller didn't relent..

I never understood this funda of people calling continuously, y cant people understand that when someone does not pick up the phone in the first instant that means the person is not at home.. Is this logic so hard to understand.. But no, this caller kept on callin n callin until it started to get on my nerves.. I was almost feelin like rippin the line up.. Finally I thought wot if someone is callin to declare emergency or something so I picked up, it was my aunt callin to enquire about me.. Common aunty m not a lil kid anymore..

totally frustrated by now, this mornin could not be any more worse than this. But it wasn't so, the laundry guy, the garbage guy, our house maid, the postman, the neighbor aunt to give some dal, cuz ya I would die without eating ur dal rite. so finally I decided wots the point in keepin the door closes, lets keep it open from now on. yeah come all ya people this is ur own house..

finally the tiffin delivery boy came, man he was carryin such a big tiffin, I donno wot my mom thought of me( yeah I eat a lot) but no way I can eat tat much in a day. Anyways the food was quite nice, tasted like mom's.. Its strange but when parents are their atleast u feel like studyin to atleast show them ur studyin but when they r not over, the mind gets so distracted that u cant focus of anything in particular.. so my usual study time table had gone for a toss cuz of unadulterated television and the cricket matches.. now tat india is playin well, who can stop watchin it.. atleast have fun till it lasts right..

then came the dinner time, n I was thinking of havin the biryani tat dad had bought, but I had no idea how to warm it.. I been tellin mom to buy an oven from so long but she has this stance tat u don even come in kitchen so y u want a oven. (for times like this mom).. But no use, I had to think of something, so I thought lets warm it in a pan n C.. I put only little quantity first (trial n error method u c) cuz I was not sure how it would turn. After little while the rice started buring n the chicken pieces were still cold..
I didn't no wot to do so I called my gf and asked for help.. when I told my problem she was laughin at me, y cant women be straight ya, I mean if someone asks somethin y cant u just do it before judgin them.. But no she had to first make fun of me n then little teasing n then finally the answer.. "Warm it in the cooker dumbo".. Me: "idiot y couldn't u tell me this before" ...
I had never handled a cooker before so I didn't no its exact functionin..
so I had to call her again.. ..After undergoin embarassement again, she told me to put some water n put in a utensil, cover it n lock the lid n put the vessel..
I forgot to ask her how much water, but fearin humiliation for the third time, I thought lets give it a shot, I put lil water n followed her instructions..
after 15 mins or something, the cooker started shaking violently, man i was scared out of my wits, i turned of the nob n ran away from the kitchen.. after about 10 mins the cooker was back to normal again... n when i opened the lid, lot of steam passed away n wen i say inside, the cooker was bone dry..
Conclusion: Never go in kitchen ever again..

i relinquished all hopes of eating biryani n ordered from out..

but when ur living alone, u cant avoid the kitchen. since we drink only boiled water, the water stock ran out after two days n i called mom to ask, wot to do.. she told me to boil it myself.. after much arguments, i gave up n finally decided to do it..
i filled the utensil n put it on the gas on low flame.. and i started watchin tv.. one serial led to another n i totally forgot about the gas.. finally after an hour i got up to pee n thats when i saw the gas is still on.. n vapours were comin out from all sides.. i quickly turned it off n removed the cover n saw that there is only one fourth water left in the utensil..
cursing myself i went out n bought the Bisleri 20 litre pack.. now which was easier..

u no wot would be easier if mom was here..

I know I have never said this to u mom n would probably never

missin u lot..come back soon

Help the story grow

2005-11-23T07:16:00.000-08:00

One idea leads to another.

The entire tagging episode did just that to me.Like tagging, i have got an idea which is some kind of a group activity.And unlike tagging, it requires a bit of creativity.The idea is to make a chain story here, on blogs.

The entire thing is supposed to work like this:

Person A (suppose thats me for the moment) writes a few sentences which can form a part of a story.After i am done, i pass on the story to someone alongwith the central emotion the story is expected to carry.

Like, i write, " Once there used to be a ... (emotion: humour) "So the guy who picks up the story from here is expected to add a few humorous lines and leave it for the next person.The next person does the same and a new story would be born.There has to be ofcourse some rules about any game.This one has some too:

1) Only one person should continue a certain part.Like after i've written, if B plans to continue from there, B will put a comment on my post saying he/she is gonna continue.Once thats put,person C should visit Bs blog and continue from there.

2) The contnuity of the story has to be maintained for gods sake.Good creativity should be of essence here.

3)Theres really no limitation on how many sentences one can write.But atleast 10 words is a must. :-)

4)While B continues from where A left off, B'll have to copy paste A's part into his/her blog before he/she continues from thereon.

5)I presume that after a while,it'll be difficult for a newbie to track through all the blogs.Just to make the task easy, sonu link will take you to the secondlast blog which carried the story.Secondlast because of the continuity factor.The above link would be updated as and when a part moves from one blog to another.

Thats all i can think of now.Any changes that has to be brought about can be put as a comment.

Lemme get the ball rolling right now...

On an exceptionally pleasant afternoon,in the comforts of his room, a beautiful sun rising from the west, a never ending sea in front of him with a sweet and calm breeze whispering in his ears, the actor kept pondering over his future.... (emotion/humour)

Isuzu

2005-11-21T07:34:00.000-08:00

I need a gun,
to keep myself alive.

Poor people,
are burning in the sun

But they ain't got a chance
They ain't got a chance.

Me Myself And My Crazy Brain

2005-11-18T21:24:00.000-08:00

i don about others but every night i have weird conversations with myself before going to sleep. i donno who i talk, maybe its my inner voice my soul or whatever, but i do think that whole day i keep myself busy and occupied thats why this is the only time i listen to it. so out of many conversations this is one which i had today n i just couldnt sleep so thought of writing it..
ME: will collin mcrae win again (had just watched WRC rally)
Myself (MS) : hopefully. he's a smashin driver.
ME: hmmm
MS: seven things i wanna do
ME: i for sure wanna make my son an F1 driver if not a rally driver atleast
MS: wot if its a girl
ME: hmmm.. never thought of that..
MS: does that mean that u don want a girl
ME. hell no, not like tat, in today's world a girl has so many benefits. i vil b stress free if i get a girl
MS: say tat wen she gets her BF home
ME: shit yeah.
MS: forget it man. how many hours did u study today
ME hmm 3 in the morning 2 in the afternoon n 3 in the evening
MS: is it enough
ME: i don think so have 2 put in more
MS: really its stupidy u no, wen u had got Kt that time how commited u were to clear them n how much u had wished that when there is not a KT, u vil devote everything of urs
ME: donno why m lacking the motivation
MS: should put atleast 14 hours minimum
ME hmmm.. why does mom have to go during exams man
MS: as if she's gonna rite the paper for u
ME: there is less distraction atleast
MS: forget it, u should have seen her one last time
ME: huh
MS: u no wot m talkin about
ME: common it was an old thing n i didnt even think about all these years until she's gettin married now
MS: then y all the sudden u been thinkin about it so much
ME: nothing those crazy things i did during those days
MS: hell yeah
ME: man i used to have a huge crush that time, and i had never had the courage to walk up to her n say hi
MS: and like a dumbass walked up to her and said could u help me with the algebra problem
ME lol
( actuall she was a year older than me n wen i was in 10th she had already passed out, n when i used to sit by my window for studying, she used to pass by every evening by my window, n then i used to think how can i approach her, then it suddenty struck me lets ask her to help me in my algebra n wen i did it was the last of her i ever saw)
MS: totally lame man
ME yeah i no
MS: still didnt answer me
ME: ya i no i have a stable relationship n still m thinkin of someone else rite now is it wrong
MS: lol rite to those newspaper guys who publish stupid queries like this
ME common
MS: hmmm.. i don think it would have ever worked out
ME: yeah not my type
MS: standard guy answer
ME:chuck it
MS: waitnig to get out of jail eh
ME: u bet i am, just waiting for the day wen i will finally start working
MS: hold it dude still six months away
ME: i no but do u think i should fill up merchant navy forms
MS: tat was the reason u chose engg dude
ME: hmmm.. but m having second thoughts
MS: correct, she vil b lonely
Me: so its either a corporate or navy
MS: if neither then call centre zindabad
ME:yeah but i don wanna get into that kinda lifestyle
MS: u can work ur way up to the top
ME: hmm lets c
ME: excited about the new mobile man
MS: wait until she brings it dude
ME: yeah hopefully aunt buys me tat. i already have so many things to do with it
MS: raymond's damn funny man
ME: yeah , r u gonna let me sleep tonight
MS: as if m stopping u
ME then keep quite for some time
MS: yeah sure
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, ,9 10, 11, 12, 13,
MS: u gonna watch lost tomorrow
ME: yeah y not its the final episode n i think i told u to keep quite
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14
MS: will they show the monster
ME hopefully, shut up
ME: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7,......45, 46, 47
MS: tats not gonna work try something else
ME: ok, i vil count sheep
MS: try somethin new
ME: like wot
MS: count girls in bikini's
ME: hmmm lets c, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, ...56, 57
ME: not working man
MS: wot can i do then
ME: keep ur bloody mouth shut m not talkin to u
MS: get lost
ME: i wish
ME: i wish i was on an island, just me n my gf, no parents, no distractions nothing. pure intimacy. i wil start my own tribe, will eat fruits n drink coconut water, sleep in a cave on a bed of roses, have long walks on the beach , have a big bonfire in the nite,swim whenever i want to and zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

Bored

2005-11-18T01:55:00.000-08:00

Exams are round the corner and feelin so frustrated rite now. thinking when m i gonna get out of this viscious circle. i been trying so hard to keep my blog alive cuz everytime i think of a topic i just feel too lazy to type it man.. and the day since i have started bloggin all i can think of is what is gonna b my next post..
so in order to remind me later m just posting the topics of my hopefully future blogs
1 me myself and my crazy brain
2 female psychology
3 mind music n soul
4 good ol days

Days of Thunder

2005-11-04T09:52:00.000-08:00

What the hell is wrong with the indian cricketer's
Why are they destroying the image that saurav ganguly took so many painstaking years to create
Where has the arrogance, the low morale, the lack of motivation gone?
From when have these guys learnt to play so maturely
Why the hell did we call upon a foreign coach n that too like greg chapell as a coach who doesnt tolerate and shit from anyone.

Man i can tell you many people must have got heart attacks after watching india play like this.
the first three games were ok, since sri lanka were a lil slack, but the fourth game was a absolute shocker. i mean after the first three wickets, the others should have fallen like nine pins but they didnt. And to rub salt on wounds, finished match with 2 sixes.. what the hell does Dhoni think of himself. i mean i been watching indian cricket for some time and although there have been the rare moments when india used to win even when they used to be on top.

My adivse to indian cricket is, immediately remove dhoni n bring back saurav ganguly to preserve india's image..
or else there will be no more revenue generated by advertisements endorsed by hugely successful cricketers.

2005-11-03T10:13:00.000-08:00

How You Are In Love

You fall in love quickly and easily. And very often.

You tend to take more than give in relationships.

You tend to get very attached when you're with someone. You want to see your love all the time.

You love your partner unconditionally and don't try to make them change.

You stay in love for a long time, even if you aren't loved back. When you fall, you fall hard.

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KEEP THE FAITH

2005-11-01T04:32:00.000-08:00

A few days back I was watching a movie called Robinson Crusoe, there was this one particular scene in which Robinson meets Friday and he decides that he will teach him English. So after six months or something, he is in a dilemma how to teach a nomad about god. So he tells him, God is the curator, the almighty that has gifted us life and everything we have is a gift from above. Friday draws a diagram of an alligator on the ground and tells him, alligator is there god. They worship him n that’s why they offer him with human sacrifice to keep him happy. Robinson gets angry and tells him that, that is blasphemy and he will go straight to hell. Friday say’s I don’t like your god. He tells him to show him their god and he will show you kanga (the alligator). At this Robinson is dumb founded and rests his case.

My bringing up has been such that my parents have never forced me into being a ardent follower or reciting mantra’s and sloka’s like my cousin’s used to. Because I remember when I was small, we had these yearly trips to my cousin’s place on occasions like diwali, bhau bheej, durga pooja and many more. This was a time when all the aunt’s used to show off what their boys where capable of. One used to start by telling her son, beta , ya time kai shikla tu ( what have you learned this time) and he used to start like a parrot by saying , shubham karito kalyanam…………… ( I only rem the first three words of that slokh). And the other used to start by saying something other. Then it was my turn. Everyone’s eye’s looking at me and I dunno a single thing. I used to say sheepishly I dunno. All the aunt’s used to turn to my mother and say “Kai ho, tomhi kai shikwat nahi ka” ( you guys don’t teach him anything or what). I Don remember what my mother used to say but this was the scene every time our families had a get together.

Every time I used to say to myself, next time I will show you guys, but once we left the house, so was my resolve. So I never got the chance to pay back. Then there was this new subject in school called socials I think. In it we were taught about our religion, some sloka’s, and then we were thought gayatri mantra. Most of the guys knew about this, but it was new for me. It had a strange powerful charisma about it that one can’t ever forget. I remember when my parents had to go out and I had to stay home at night, I used to get sleep only by chanting the gayatri mantra. It makes you and your soul at peace, calms your disturbed mind and relaxes you. What is the reason behind it, I donno the reason, but there are many things that can’t be explained by logical thinking.

Like how shiva was able to consume deadly poison, how ganpati was able to do the great things he did, or how jesus was able to reincarnate and cure the sick. This may sound derogatory but if sachin was to be born during that period and there was the game of cricket then m sure, 2000 years down the line, we would have a temple of sachin and would worship him like all the other gods. What I feel is human’s need a hero to sublime the aberrant facts of life. Like the UFO sightings, no one has a clue what is its origin. But the evidence of their existence has been found in the oldest of manuscripts ever written by humans.

Why anything extraordinary or unexplainable or unthinkable is termed as acts of god. Why can’t be it fate or coincidence or whatever. But we are so used to leave everything on god that it plays it on our mind subconsciously. It’s all changed for me from the time I have met my love. The time I met her, I was going through a rough phase and I had no hope left what so ever. This was the only quality she didn’t like about me that I was not so much of a believer. She used to comfort me by saying, don worry sonu everything will be all rite. Nothing bad happens to good people. That time I didn’t care much but she used to take me sometimes for mass or to visit Mount Mary. The first time I saw that statue, I was stunned by the beauty of the statue. I had no idea this kinda art could be seen in India let alone in Mumbai. It was nearly as impressive as the statue of JESUS with open arms at Rio de Janeiro, Brazil. Before that moment I used to pray at temples, for the good results of my exams. But at that moment, seeing her pray I just couldn’t help asking god to keep her always happy no matter what. That was the first time in my life I think I prayed apart from myself. It feels so good that there is a higher figure that can look after you and the people you love.

And slowly even I started doing well again, I felt I was back on track, and it was all because of the support of my love and by god’s grace. And when I cleared all the semesters, I took her to siddhivinayak on my birthday. That was a great experience too, cuz it was the first time, she had visited a temple. We sat there for some time; talking about our marriage, and children, as in what religion will they follow. I told her that I would leave that decision for them to choose just like my parents never forced me into anything.

Then the time came when she was going through rough phase regarding her job. She couldn’t get into what she had hoped for and had to take up something which she didn’t like. As a result she wasn’t comfortable over there and she had to face many problems. Then it was my time to comfort her, saying everything will be all right, have faith, and have patience. That four or five months were like hell for her as well as me, cuz I had to take the brunt of her mood swings but I knew this was just a passing phase and anyways if a person is not there when someone needs you then what is the point in being in a relationship. This is where we both compliment each other and as predicted she got into a corporate and everything was once again rosy enforcing our faith in almighty once again.

I believe that god is one, and it’s not necessary that you have to perform rituals just to please him. I feel god resides in our hearts and love and compassion is his language. I donno whether god exists or not but more important is having faith in him. Trust him with all your heart and you won’t ever be disappointed.

IDENTITY

2005-10-31T11:28:00.000-08:00

From past several days I been stalling writing my post telling myself I got nothing to write on. But today, I just couldn't sleep without writing this and removing it out from my conscious. Till now u might have known m too lazy for this kinda stuff until I get proper motivation. Of late I had been reading some stuff written by Indians. What I rite is nothing compared to these greats.

This is the thing which is wont let me sleep tonight. Why do humans always compare?
Why do we get intimidated? Why can't we accept the fact that one can't be perfect and there is always someone better out there. Lately I been getting intimidated is why cant I used hi-fundu words. Is it that my schooling has not been correct? Or am I weak in grammar. I been thinking n thinking what could be the reason.

I finally came to the conclusion that everyone can't be same. Someone is good at poetry, or someone is good at making laugh, someone is good at writing vague, someone is good at writing serious stuff. And people like me write stuff, I don't no what to categorize me into, well I guess rite things related to your innermost feelings. I remember one of friends was goin BOSTON and he had invited to his place n we had a great bash n he told us to take whatever we want. And I chose to take his books. I got, A LOVE STORY by Erich segal and JONATHAN LIVINGSTON SEAGULL by Richard bach. These two were the most amazing books I had ever read. Both can make u cry at the end. I guess that has a huge effect on me (though my friend's say I write like mills n boons which I never read in my life).

The point is I been searching my identity, the meaning, the purpose of my life. Because I don enjoy almost all oHindu hindu occasions except the holidays and the delicacies. Neither do I fit in with the friends and cousins I grew up. Neither do I feel m of this age n time. The only thing makes me sane and rooted is my better half. I seriously can't imagine what would have been the outcome of my wretched life if I wouldn't have met her. I feel completed and secure only because I have her and seriously I never had faith in god before I met her.

The only thing I ask god -Never let us apart. Amen

Memoirs of a beautiful and crazy mind -1

2005-10-21T12:29:00.002-07:00

“I've been down so Goddamn long
That it looks like up to me”

JIM MORRISON

Women, where do u start with them. If u have them u regret it n if u don’t u crave for them. All these years I used to think why are women so god damn gorgeous, I wish some one could give an answer. Is it a basic anomaly that has been balanced out or is it just that we are so horny that everything looks beautiful to us.

Whatever the answer maybe but they are a force to reckon with. The support of a woman can make u fly on cloud number nine and her disapproval can make your life a misery. But no one can disagree with the fact that you’re incomplete without a woman.

It was a very funny way that I met my better half. My life was at an all time low. I didn’t clear JEE MAINS and I had also didn’t clear the engineering papers. I had lost all hope in life, my parents respect and even friends I trusted. It was as if there was no meaning and direction to my life, everything felt so dizzy n I was feeling like I was going round in circles. I had totally messed up my life and I had given up that I would ever emerge from this clutter I created because of my own stupidity and ignorance.

My whole life I never had to face so many hardships than I faced in my first three years after I passed out of my school. In my school I was always a topper and I guess that time the competition had kept me strive for more. But once I passed out it was a totally new game. Everything was new. All the new hot chicks in fancy dress’s that I used to only imagine in my wildest dreams. All the new food, the new places, the new friends, the new music, the new movies.

But still I don think it made such a big difference academically to me in my first year because I still got more than an average 11th class pupil. I thoroughly enjoyed my first year, we had gone a trek to Igatpuri. It was the first time I ever went out of the city without my family. It was a gorgeous place. Maybe I will write on it at some other time but that experience thought me many things.

And since I got good marks in 11th , my dad got me a PC. Again that was a different world for me. There was so much to explore with the internet (not only porn). I met many new people that time since chat rooms were free. But with a dial up nothing was steady. It was interesting to note the fact that when a girl replies back to u (which happened once in million times) the same moment the connection used to break and I used to curse my luck, It was like the whole universe is against me to meet the opposite sex.

Anyways being raised in a traditional urban environment even I went to 12th classes as soon as I finished 11th. That experience was like hell. I had to get up at 6 (which I never did in my whole life) in the morning and go to mulund. I used to curse as why I have to go to classes. But my parents reassured me that if u work hard now u will reap benefits later. For my parents happiness I used to go daily as a slave to the class but grasping nothing. You tell me, how the fuck is it possible to grasp anything after u wake up at 6 and sit in a chilling AC atmosphere. That was simply not my cup of tree.

I used to bunk college thinking what’s the point in hearing the same thing which u have learned before. As a result I lost out on both sides. My math had become so weak that I was fearing I would flunk. Imagine a boy who never failed in any subject whole life, failed the 12th exams. That thought motivated me to somehow clear it. But it was not enough, because I couldn’t live up to my parents expectations. And I had no choice left but to take up admission where ever I got. My first preference was computers because I knew I was good at it and even all my close friends thought so. But my dad never let me take it up and my interest didn’t couldn’t count because I had lost his trust too. I think that is the point my life take a total u turn. I resented everything, hadn’t sorted out my priorities so didn’t no where exactly I was heading.

Keeping all that aside I was still excited about my new college, in thought of becoming an engineer one fine day. I didn’t go to college the first week because I was scared of being ragged. Thankfully I never faced the embarrassment. Finally when I reached, it was so depressing. The professors suck, there are no chick’s, it’s a mile away from civilization, there was no one from my place. The first day was such a turn off that I ended up not going the whole semester. The friends I found over there were such who cared a rats ass about college and life and even studies. As a result from being a hard worker I ended up wasting all my time in non sense achievements.

Then came the big day, “The results”. When I told my parents that I got 2 kt’s , my mom almost died of shock. There was a big hue and cry in the house. How the second semester passed away only god knows ,because I cant even remember a thing about it. All I know is I took everything very lightly and ended up getting 3 more kt’s without clearing the earlier ones. At least that sem was understandable since I was concentrating more on JEE. But as it had to be I couldn’t clear the main exams of IIT. I think that was the lowest point in my life. It was life I was walking in darkness after being stoned. And then there was another stoner waiting to crop its ugly head up. Then there was the news that people with 5 KT’s couldn’t go into 2nd year. That came as such a rude shock that I couldn’t ever recover from it.

In spite of the strikes, the fights nothing changed and the fucking Mumbai University stood by its decision. Because of some son of a bitch sitting in a university office countless students lost one year of their lives. It was like one year sentenced to rigorous imprisonment without parole. As everyone knows there’s no one to support you when your legs are tied up In hell. I spent those eight months like a zombie in the house. First 2 months I couldn’t get out of the house and was not able to face anyone. It was so humiliating and goddamn depressing. I lost all my faith in god. Not that I was a devout worshipper before but I used to think that god is looking from above and he will fix everything that will go wrong.

But thankfully my parents helped me to recover. They told me to get out of the house and try to look out for a part time job or something to at least keep my mind occupied. And that was the time when the call centre boom was going on. So I started fixing up interviews and was selected in my first interview. It was a great place, I did training and worked on the floor for a month. But I got fed up off it and even my parents told me to leave it cuz they think that once u start earning its not possible to leave it and concentrate on studies.

And during those days I met my gf, a chirpy little girl who I fell madly and deeply in love after we spoke for twice or thrice. I still remember that day clearly when we spoke for the first time. I was searching on yahoo for anyone to talk to and I came by her id and sent a message “hi”, “how ya doin”( JOE style). And she replied that “do I know u”. And I had said, “no, but u can”. I came to know later that she never talked to strangers and that day she was waiting for her sister to come online and was getting bored so she spoke to me. It was a real intervention from above that we met. Anyways as things progressed later we became friends and I came to know that she’s just moved in Bombay and was preparing for MBA. And then she had to go.

I used to wait every day waiting for her to come online, but she never did the whole week. I was thinking maybe m on her ignore list. Just when I had given up she came online again on the weekend. I still rem how excited I had got to see her again. I was thinking maybe she’s forgotten me but she hadn’t and then we got into talking again and I came to know that she comes to her aunt’s house on the weekends. We shared our likes , dislikes , hobbies, etc.. And there were many things we had in common. And again she had to go and there was a long wait for me again. One full week, it was very teasing but still I waited and I knew she wouldn’t come again till one week. And then we met again and again till 2 months I guess. We knew there was something between us but I didn’t have the courage to speak up cuz I didn’t wanna loose the only good thing happened to me in days. And finally se told me that she like’s me. U can say that , tat one sentence changed my life. It was great to know that there is someone in this world who loves you. And it also helped that we both were not in a relationship before. There was so much to explore, so much to say , so much so share, but so little time.

And then we exchanged our numbers, we used to spend hours speaking to each other. I used to treat her like an absolute princess. And I think after talking on the phone for about a month we decided to meet. Without knowing how to go to bandra I started from house in my car, and after 2 hours of frantic searching and driving I was waiting outside her house. I was anxious as well as scared as in how the meeting will turn out. We had already decided what we will say to each other when we meet on phone. I was gonna say “hi, how are you, let me get the door for you, where would u like to go”. And she would say “ hi, m fine, lets go to bandstand or something”.

In spite of repeated rehearsals, when the day came when I had to perform I was totally chickening out. I was thinking wot if this was some rude joke and what if a guy comes with her and they mug me and start beating the crap out of me. Finally when I saw that stunning girl coming towards me I couldn’t believe it was actually happening. And when she came and stood near me I was totally shy, couldn’t look in her eyes also. So she said “hi sonu”. We were smiling but I was totally tongue tied. Not a single word came out of my mouth. I somehow said “hi” with a stammer and I opened the door of my car and she sat in. When I was walking around my car to get in my door I just stood there for a moment and I pinched my self asking is it true that a girl is sitting in my car or is it just my imagination. I somehow came inside and started the engine. I felt at ease when I was driving at least it was my zone, I could control from hence forth. She was saying something but I was so scared and engrossed in my thoughts that I never looked at her even once till we reached there.

And we were there finally, sitting in my car was a beauty whom I always dreamt of being with. We started making TP conversations and she took my hand in her hands. I was so shy and embarrassed at that time that I started looking out of the car to see if someone was looking. U can say that it was the first time that I touched a female. I think that was the time when the ice was broken, I was more at ease with her. We then decided to take a walk at bandstand. It was the first time I was there, and I was thrilled with the scenery. A cool breeze blowing by your face, a never ending ocean before you, the sun setting down, a beauty by your side, it was simply perfect. It was the most beautiful and intimate moment of my life. And then it was time to go back, I couldn’t let her go and I knew even she didn’t wanna go home but she had to. So we walked back to my car, and we were sitting in my car and just when I was starting the engine she came and gave me a peck on my cheek. I wasn’t expecting this and it really took me by surprise. I looked at her and she said “I had a nice time today”. We both smiled and then I couldn’t help but look at her lips and she knew that it was coming so we kissed. And that was my first kiss but not my last.

I dropped her back at her place and we decided we will meet again the next day.

That I will be writing in my next post.

Atlast...

2005-02-22T08:46:00.000-08:00

Finally a reason to rejoice among ruins.. my network came online today.. god knows wot the hell happens to it suddenly. even now m using a proxy account, hope I don get caught.. I have a lot to write today since I haven't updated my blog from the past two days.. I wonder till when this blog will survive.. I want my kids to continue to the tradition after me.. enough talk now down to business again.

Day before yesterday I got ready to go to college to carry out gautams errand. he wanted me to submit the list of all the participants to sir, since he n me were the event organizers. I reached there only to find out that the whole damn college was empty n I waited almost n hour to find out that sir has already gone to the ground which is atleast a mile away. So I simply pasted the list on the college notice board n decided to go home. When I was on my way back one of the participant called me to inform that the sir has told that the event has to be conducted today. I got so pissed off at sir , I mean atleast he should have informed us a day back so that we could inform all the participants n more ever I had to go back n bring my racket n then conduct the whole thing on my own since gautam was busy n he wouldn't be able to come back before 3 n at 4 30 he had his cricket match. I had gone for the cricket practice sessions too n according to me I played comparatively better than many of the players over there, but I wasn't considered cuz they wanted to go with the same team they played last year even though our class had been resorted. I was hoping in my heart that they loose(a human after all). when I reached home I took out my racket only to stare in horror that the guts were broken. I was lost in a ohnosecond wherein I was wondering what m I gonna do now? wot was the use of coming all the way back to home? then I immediately questioned my brother to which he denied profusely as ever. I gave him a option to accept his fault but he simply wont so I gave him a nice thrashing since no one was at home. I knew I had to face dad when I come back but I was so angry n furious with him at that moment n thankfully he was goin to nagpur in the afternoon n would hopefully forget by the time he comes back which m sure he wont.

Back to badminton, when I reached the court I saw many new faces playin on the court , I thought wot the hell n I was searching for some known faces n then I saw sandeep( the same guy who eliminated me last year in singles cuz sir put tennis points cuz he wanted to finish off the event as quickly as possible. hes such a bastard just looks for making money.) anyways sandeep told me that he conducted the first round. I said "ok fine n what about the shuttles , how many did u use?". He said "sir gave me one box n out of 10 only 3 new where remainin" I said "what the fuck , how told u to use up all the shuttles & how do u expect me to conduct the entire tournament out of the remaining 3". He just made up a dumb face cuz of which I couldn't say him anything but when gautam came to know this he gave him nice firing. That's the problem with me I cant say no n deal with people whom n not close to.
anyways we managed to start n new entried were comin which I pocketed for the moment n then the girls came. four of them all dressed up knowin nothing about the rules. one of them comes up to me to explain the rules to them , I said ok n started explaining them n mumbling something , I dunno why m so bad in teaching people. i could make out she couldn't understand a word that I said cuz she just had a blank look n then suddenly she asked"is body touch out?" . LOL I burst out laughing in front of her n then told one of my friends to explain them the rules n be a referee. Then I remembered that I hadn't taken entry fees from them n I was feelin awkward to ask them also n when I finally asked them they said that 40 bugs was too high n they vil pay us layer. I said ok fine who's gonna argue with them. Although new entries were coming , it wasn't much compared to last year. Last year the crowd was simply terrific, I mean in participation not in quality. So a guy comes upto me n says that he wants to plat singles, I said ok fine since there's no one else I will play with U. U should have seen his face, he wasn't prepared to take me since I looked like a professional n he was playin in his jeans. I wasn't confident either cuz it was 4 to 5 months since I last played it but I knew I could beat him. Although the game was a walk on, I didn't play upto my limit n I did not sweat either n the day ended for me on a happy note. i was feeling damn hungry by then since i had nothing to eat except gautams idli sandwich. i went to the nearest restaurant (which is not so near) , there i found many of my classmates. i had a uttapa with them n then went back to the court to see that gautam had closed up n he had gone on the ground for his cricket match. when i went there i came to know that his match was postponed for the next day n currently the match of mech b was goin on, which they lost miserably. gautam had bought his car so he dropped me till halfway. i had to wait there for atleast half n hour before i got my bus n thankfully i got a place to sit. i reached home by 7 in the evening n had a big argument with mom, i was still pissed about my racket n none of my friends helped me when i wanted it badly n knowing i don forgive easily there time will come. anyways after much forcing n beggin i egged vikram to give me his new racket, which i could make out he was very reluctant but non the less he gave me atleast. i had a argument again with mom in the night before i went to sleep.

Eureka!

2005-02-20T19:49:00.000-08:00

Today was the beginnin of my one week of holidays due to some sports week in my college, not that m complaining, but it has given me a lot of time to introspect n think n plan the future. Next term there r gonna b projects which is gonna decide my fate in engineering, that's why half the time m thinkin about wot my project is gonna be about.
so when I woke up this mornin, I was lazin in the bed n was thinkin about my fight with my gf yesterday night, which is not a new thing, tats a part of my life now, n it was very chill again, I tell you this mumbai climate, totally unpredictable. A week before it had become blazin hot n now we r in for a cold wave again. As I was sayin it was very chill, so I was thinkin why only our hands n feet become cold n numb, my brain answered, cuz its to the far end of the body n the heart must not b able to pump blood due to the cold pressure(after all m a engineer). Then I arrived at the idea as I was marveling wot a great organ a heart is. I had read somewhere long time back , tat a heart pumps around 3 billion liters of blood in its life cycle. So I was thinkin when a person dies just remove their heart n make a assembly of hearts where in u can combine all these hearts n work them as a big motor, I know it sounds really crazy but I think it may be possible. The only inputs a heart requires is a inlet of fluid some minimal shock n a outlet pipe, this outlet can be connected to a turbine n electricity can be generated. EUREKA!

A new beginning

2005-02-20T01:13:00.000-08:00

This is my first ever blog.. Still don understand the full concept clearly though, but m fascinated by this new phase. That's why I wanted to try it out n c wots the big hype about this whole bloggin thing.. I was readin a book recently, " the monk who sold his ferrari", wherein its been said, life to its fullest n experience all kinds of artificial pleasures n everything.. That's why I don wanna miss out on life n wanna try my hand at everything..