Back to the buhh

2010-11-20T00:58:00.000-08:00

Today, I miss home. It's taken a while for that feeling to sink in, more than 2 years.

It suddenly hit me when I burnt my sandwich today. I get bored to cook these days.

There is always some food in the fridge to save the day when you're at home. Not when you're by yourself. No, I don't usually burn food nor am I bad cook. As a matter of fact, I cook really really well, but when I have started losing the motivation to cook, that tells me something's wrong.

I can make the best varieties of meat, pav bhaji, and palak paneer. Hell, I even make my own paneer by spoiling milk. That's the extent I can go to. I can do the big stuff right, it's usually the little things I can't get right or need an assistant like making tea or peeling boiled eggs. I will fry my eggs sunny side up, not because I like the taste of raw yolks but only because I can't flip them without making a mess!

Well any way, it's just the food that makes me miss home. Man, it's been a while since I have seen everyone.

My family sent me stuff for Diwali. Made me want to yell ," I LOVE YOU , AAI!". I did not. I said a very formal thank you instead. It's very stupid, I realize. I don't remember telling any body ever that I loved them , not my mother, my brother ,my father or the other people I like and love. I some how get embarrassed to say all such. Makes me feel corny when I want to say it. So I avoid the situation. I shall be less silly someday and say it to everybody I like and the very minute I do.

I can now tell when I will have good days and bad days. Bad days start with bad music or endless talking of RJs on radio, no matter how much you switch stations, me parking my car slanted in the parking space, rain and my people not turning up to work. It will continue till the end of the night when the ice formed on the windshield. Then my radio's chord, which I have to use at work gets entangled somewhere. I wanna make a dash to my bed and then I realize I have left my headlights on and so I go back to switch them off and then the chord gets entangled again. Such is a bad day.

I am not writing to crib. Just saying on bad days, it goes so bad, one after other I begin to see the funny side of it after some time. I just give up resisting the bad day. It's a lot easier then. I tell myself it's not the end of the world, the sun will be up again tomorrow and so will I.

Also, I thought, I should mention this out of the blue. I had to stop my car on my way back from Walmart in the middle of the road because there were 4 horses in the middle of the road. Not on the sidewalk, like in the middle middle. So much talk about stray cattle on the roads in India. At least, our cows have traffic sense and walk on the side of the road and maintain lane discipline.

There are times, I take the most indirect approach ever. I got the word "moon" while playing pictionary. The easiest word ever, right? I could have drawn a crescent and a star. What do you think I drew? I drew the sun first, then drew a clock showing 8:00 clock to imply night and then my friend thankfully guessed it right. Hey, I have drawn words like "hypnotize" and phrases like "playing the second fiddle". Like I said, I can do the big stuff right, it's the small stuff that I mess up.

So now, I shall sleep. Sunny side down!

2010-01-13T22:16:00.000-08:00

The last time I 'ROTFL' was while playing taboo. My room mate, who thought women beach volley ball players were lesbians described the word Uranus as "a part that women don't have".

The last word that I made was scientificial. Usage: "I will add salt to water while cooking rice as its specific heat capacity will...", to which you say "Abbe scientifical! Just make it fast, I'm hungry."

I don't like those people in toilets handing out napkins. They freak me out. Oh and what also freaked me out was a woman cleaning the floor of the restroom at Schilpol while men were using it. Enough of the toilet talk.

Bret Hart's appearance made me watch RAW after a lot of years.

So, how many people do Amitabh impressions anyway? Something of a pre-requisite for all stand up comedians it seems like.

Today was the second time that I told a blonde that "it was a blonde moment. " Some people never learn.

Zii will not put up a post about little scratch and burp in his life. Finds this thing lame. Will not play FarmVille. Will not never uze ZZZs in wordz. Does not need this thing to remember your birthdays. Will not poke, punch, piss off or send gifts. Will call you instead. Is bored of his display picture.

(Y)Zii likes this.

2009-07-15T10:49:00.000-07:00

"How tall are you?", she asked my friend. He said 5.9 and she made an ugly face. My poor unsuspecting friend pretended to look for more shirts else where. Then she turns to me, "How tall are you????", she asked. Five eleven and a half, I told her; I never forget to tell people the extra half an inch above the eleventh. "Will this fit you?", she asked and put a shirt against me. "Ehh?!!", said I and she repeated herself. Sleeve length's too short, I told her. "Then how about this one?". Yes, maybe this one, I said. And she put another 2 shirts on me. I said ...yeah...probably, but I can't be sure since I don't know whom you are shopping for. Wait, I said. I don't even know you. "Plcchh", she said; made an uglier face and walked away.

I had once read in Reader's digest that toilets and news papers should be left after using them, in a condition that one expects them to be while opening them. And I extend that wherever possible. I fold my bed sheets in trains and planes and people look at me like I am from a different galaxy. Today, after trying a couple of jeans, I folded them and kept them where they were; watching me do this, a guy comes up to me and asks me how much the jeans he was holding cost and if they have any black jeans. Buhh.

Why do the groom's brother have to pose with his leg on a stool ,his elbow on his knee and his chin resting on his palm? Why do friendddzz have to take pictures of them in a star fish formation or holding each others legs standing sideways? Why does one sit in a yogic cross legged meditation posture once he goes to a random river or a cave and declare it as his moment of spiritualism in his photos on social networking sites? And why does each and every photo from college have to be sepia and titled "Those golden days ..."(Notice the ... for discontinuity and sighs). Though I wish, I could be as confident when the camera looks at me, my right eye usually becomes conscious of the camera and shys close a little bit and I grin..no, I think I just show my teeth. The expression is more like that of a person being stepped on his bare footin a train by a younger Adnan Sami wearing stilletos.

My batchmates are getting married, some are even expecting children. I feel old, no..I am ancient. I see these college kids all over the place,their hair grown, goaties, things in their ears adding to their nonchalance, having blogs and blog friends who have to comment that they write well even if they wrote in Hebrew and no one understood. Time will heal them. I was one of them too, not too long ago when I was not so ancient, had my hair till my shoulders and was occassionally called Bheem by a few professors. What do they know about long hair. And on our way back from the oh so cool I-rock, we did not have change...so my buddy and I paid the extra

3 bucks by giving the cabbie 6 chewing gums. We never looked back after we gave him that. Time healed us.

2008-08-09T19:24:00.000-07:00

Stop complaining about the air hostesses in Indian Airlines or Air India. They will surely be younger than what you have in Delta. So that's how it was to start off with. Toilets at Mumbai airport or most places in Mumbai are better than at New York and Atlanta.

I was accompanied by an old Gujju couple who were probably traveling for the first time in a plane. While the plane was on the tarmac awaiting flying clearance, uncle had wrapped himself with a blanket and asked me if it becomes cold as we go up. I showed them how to use the earphones, draw the tray forward, how to recline seats etc. and they found every movement in the plane amusing. A little adorable they were.

For the first time in my life I realised, rather people made me realise that I was brown. A little Texan girl in the flight kept staring at me from top to bottom. Most people didn't follow what I said, I had to repeat myself. Except an aunty who told me "I know its gonna be an adjustment, but do well and all the best."

Takes time to sink in. I sometimes still refer to the locals as "foreigners".

I don't like the word 'desi'.

Lowest point uptil now: I missed the national anthem being played when India won its first individual gold.
Most amusing moment uptil now: My roommate trying to convince me women beach volleyball players are lesbians.

2008-08-02T08:58:00.000-07:00

He said it was due to load shedding and discourage people from unnecessarily increasing his bill.

I continue to not understand women. Today in the bus, two aunties created confusion. They wanted to sit together. They made a man swap seats and what not...all that just for sitting together for 2 stops. Then, I met a friend of mine. A friend of hers, with whom she was spending time before she met me waved out to her from her window. The lady's hand kept oscillating like a grandfather clock's pendulum...of course an upside down pendulum. My friend waved back to her, yet she kept waving. My friend asked me to stop being rude and wave back to her and when I did, the woman signalled she wasn't waving at me, but at my friend. Buhh.

Thats about it. I have nothing more to say as of now. I will write from a different land now onwards. Let's see how that goes.

Oye Oye! Oye o o aah

2008-06-03T11:09:00.000-07:00

I still remember things that I saw on TV when I was small. I happen to remember them better than the things I watch these days. We used to group up and sit at some's place to watch a particular serial or a movie. Obviously, the friend's mother whose house we used to watch TV in didn't like 10 to 20 boys sitting inside one room. Colour TV too was somewhat of a novelty. I remember my grandmother's black and white Bush TV with a knob on it to adjust channels and antannae on it. That was the time when the VCR was the super cool gizmo and I used to rent casettes and watch them 5 times (atleast). The late 80's and the early 90's. Cable connection was still an alien concept. DD-1 used to be very boring, it mostly showed news about Rajiv Gandhi, Chandrashekhar or V.P.Singh. Where as DD-2 was the cool channel to watch.

My favourite movies, of that time and given a chance..i would still watch them :

Tridev:
It had a very muscular Sunny Deol, actresses dancing in funny clothes (termed as hot at that time), a super cool villain named Bhujang played by Amrish Puri and a funny tune which they play constantly during the movie. That was the only time, other than Dekh Bhai Dekh when I had liked Shekhar Suman. My favourite things to watch in the movie were the Oye Oye song and the scene where Sunny rises from the ashes after the "Paap se dharti fati. fati fatii.....Adharm se aasmaan...Atyachaar se kaampi insaaniyat... Raaj kar rahe haivaan...Jinki hogi taaqat apoorvJinka hoga nishaana abhed...Jo karenge inka sarvanaash...Woh kehlaayenge...Tridev! Tridev! Tridev! " dialogue :D!

Mr. India:
Mr India, again had my favourite villain ..MOGAMBO :D! He had rings on his fingers that made a sound while he tapped them on a spherical extension of the arm rest of his huge chair. He also had a pool of acid in which he ordered his men to dive and they did it willingly shouting HAIL MOGAMBO..and then Mogambo used to become khush :D. An invisible Arun Bhaiyya kicked aHanuman idol stealing Bob Christo's arse and made him say Sorry Badgereng Bawli, Je Badgereng Bawli. Then there was Sridevi and Aftab Shivdasani doing the Charlie Chaplin act in a gavthi casino. There was a parody of songs over a football. And not to forget Miss Hawa Hawaii.

The Veeranas, The Band Darwazas, The Purana Mandirs, The Wahi Ek Bhayanak Raats.
Brand Ramsay. Tulsi Ramsay, Shyam Ramsay etc etc etc. They used to have a thakur with a scary haveli. The thakurs had voluptious daughters who..god knows why but liked actors like Hemant Birje. They also had doors that opened by themselves and fog which came out of nowhere. They had the typical Ramsay scary movie tune which was later used in Zee horror show. They had nympho Bhoots who attacked the heroines, while they were in shower.
There were bhoots who said "nikiddaaa" and there were bhoots named Samri.

Moving on to TV..

Mahabharat
It started off with a voice with the space in the background and a rotating wheel saying "Main Samay hoon". This line is now frequently used in comedys these and people laugh over it but I doubt if they actually understand the actual humour and spoof behind it. I always liked Mahabharat better than Ramanand Sagar's Ramayan, which had an arrow multiplying into 400 arrows. Mahabharat had Puneet Issar, whom I thought should have played Bheem instead of Duryodhan. Mukesh Khanna played Bheeshma Peetama with his silver white beard. My favourite episode was when Arjun defeats Jayadrath.

Giant Robot
I'm not too sure if too many people have seen this serial.
http://www.japanhero.com/Graphics/heroprofileL/giant%20robo/giant%20robo.jpg
That's what he looks like. A friend of mine also called him a pharaohic robot. Well.
He could fly, he could fight sea monsters, he could shoot bullets from his fingers, he could shoot fire beams from his eyes and thunderbolts from..I am not exactly sure where. It had funny looking bad guys called gargoyles.

Super Hit Muqabla
The most popular and the most memorable serial of DD-2. Hosted by "Tiki tiki taiki taiki tum tum" Baba Sehgal. Hyper cool he was at that time..had to be...it was the time that most Indians got introduced to the concept of rap. Some of his own songs used to feature in the Muqabla. Some of his 'catchy' tunes were Manjoola Manjoola, Dr. Dhingra , Miss Loomba Loomba and Thanda Thanda Pani. Then came Apache Indian to India...whose songs Baba never played on Muqabla. I was pro-Baba then...ubck.

Sunday Special with Jungle Book at 10am followed by Duck Tales and Tales Spin.Mowgli with his yellow chaddi, Nana Patekar doing Sher Khan's voice, the music when Sher Khan made an entry, Uncle Scrooge..all legendary I say.

I can go on and write about Alif Laila, Poltiwala Baba, Zabaan Sambhal Ke, Dekh Bhai Dekh..but..now I am bored of writing.

R.I.P. Desmond

2008-04-04T08:28:00.000-07:00

Once upon a time in Office Land during my training period I used to handle supplies and that included the supply of nuts,bolts,washers etc. as well. So one fine day, when I was walking acting all coolio with a coffee in one hand and unimportant papers in the other (that is what I do to make people think I am on something important and leave me at peace), a ...well..a..gentleman asked me where the studs and nuts were. I told him nicely they were in the 'pipeline', an office slang for things being in transit. But he obviously wanted to act witty and asked me "How long is this pipeline anyway?" I had to act witty too then, I told him I can be a stud sometimes and he is always a nut. He didn't get it. Maut, the death of a repartee.

I don't know why I pick the wrong people to play around with. People like the head of departments. I was walking past his cabin and he called out to me "AYE! Come!" and I looked back, up, down, around, here, there and asked him "Who me?" There wasn't anyone around me for miles and I knew that too. It was more like a reflex. I honestly don't know why I did it. I was just glad I didn't get fired.

One of the plant assosciates had his birthday a week back. Since we do not have a separate tea time, the people on the shop floor just gather around and break for 10 minutes on the shop floor only. They decided to gift him flowers and asked me to present it to him while they stood around us and clapped. I felt special. And embarrassed too. Teehee!

A pigeon flew into the office. Through the AC duct. It fluttered. Poor thing also banged against the glass window wanting to go out. So we opened the door and showed him the way out. And it flew away..go birdie go..But birdie left its dropping on Sachin's computer. Bad Birdie.
A friend of mine had told me about a cockroach in her office. A similar thing happened in mine too. So the cockroach decided to run here and there. The women obviously..created a..eee..aa..you know? Yea, we know. So.. our peon, our knight in the shining armour killed the roach. And one of those very women went "Awwww Desmond! :-("
We dont have any Desmond in office. Turns out..the woman had named the roach Desmond while creating a..you know? And now she is sad that it is dead. 'Desmond' it seems. Fancy names.

Now I speak. You listen.

2008-02-21T10:07:00.000-08:00

I don't think Mr. Bean is funny. Not even close to it. I saw a young Rowan Atkinson in Never Say Never Again the other day on TV. I think Tom and Jerry is mad funny.

Hindi news channels need to get a life. And they also need some audience which appreciates the crap that they show. WWE is a matter of discussion on national newschannels now. And I understand how Dhoni has become really rich, but it does not deserve 28 hours of television time in a day.

I think Bal Thackeray had a cool self proclaimed fashion sense, you know with his square glasses and the crisp white kurtas?

I wouldn't mind being crisp white shirts on my birthday. T shirts will do too.

I thought Bindi on Jhalak Dikh La Ja was fabulous. I found her on Orkut also. But her profile says strangers should not add her( which is but natural). I might have scrapped her telling her that I really liked her but her scrap book was full of people telling her that she was cool(which she is), asking her if she was the same choreographer and inviting her for workshops, parties and things like those. So the gentleman that I am, I refrained from messaging a stranger girl and in the process making her a girl whom I liked and never spoke to. (There exists no list of girls whom I liked and I told them that I did). Too many brackets.

Speaking of Orkut, things don't go beyond "what's up? long time?" , do they?

Speaking of "reality shows", it's become quite predictable that the less talented one wins in the final, no?

I thought Shah Rukh Khan had no business and should not have been hugging people after winning the world cup. Also, he looks very plastic now because of his new look. Disgusting. He speaks very well though.

I would like to go to Ladakh and Leh. Lakshadweep too.

I am done. Now you speak, I'll listen.

2008-01-20T05:47:00.000-08:00

SH on you!

Sh...sh...

Introspection: SHit men, i dont know any!

I don't know who invented Antakshari. And why is it a game you have to play when you are travelling.

"Baithe baithe kya karen, karna hain kuch kaam"...Just look out of the bloody window man and appreciate how beautiful the drive is or how beautiful the chick in the adjacent car is. Let peace prevail. But no! I heard it somewhere, and it applies to me too ;"Slit my throat, but I wont sing." One, I cannot sing. I fake singing in antakshari by moving my lips. I have an even more serious problem, I just dont know lyrics...of any song! There are times in the game where I sing very loudly...and those are times when I sing it all wrong. They stop their songs there, there is silence and they stare at me. UBCK.

Then there are technicalities too. "This is not a film song."

P on you!

(Me, very happily sings one of my favourite songs to listen to when I go for a drive) Pyaar hume kis mod pe le aayaaa.....

"THIS IS NOT HOW IT STARTS!

OH YEAH? WHY DONT YOU JUMP OUT OF THE WINDOW THEN. GO DIE!

"Tick tick (brings mouth closer to my ear) ONNNEE.... tick tick(brings mouth closer to my ear) TWOOO..."

Then there was a "thande thande paani se gaana chaiye, (a hailstorm of taplis)
Gaana aaye yaa naa aaye gaana chaiye."

Go die man.

Having a bath in the village is special. The bathroom is a separate room behind the house and in the wilderness. It had an asbestos roof and the wall had holes in it. It had a long nail, in the shape of a hook to lock the door. It also had a place to sit. I was trying to dodge the rays of light that were coming through the holes in an attempt to make myself invisible. My privacy was invaded by animals occassionally moving around the room rustling through the shrubs, but that was not the worst part.

So there I was, sitting on the bathroom stone, pouring water over myself in peace and quiet when suddenly I heard some one trying to open the door and the hook would give away at the force at which it was being pulled.

"Who's there?"
Fuck. A lady.

//Grabs the nearest thing close to me to hide behind, with soap in eyes I managed to grab a........
.....mug.//

//Covering myself// "I am in here!"

"Who?"
"Me."

"WHO?"
What who man! Asking if she knew me.
"MEE!"

She was obviously not amused. I wasn't amused either. I was afraid. She walked away like the bear in the story where the man lay on the ground and didn't move creating an impression he was dead. She told her kid that she would bathe him outside only. The kid, who obviously seemed to have more sense than her, refused to do so. But she insisted on it.

"But you are smaaaalll", she said, and poured water over him.
The kid, I am assuming crouched in a bush. " Arrre...why are you going there..stand up straight, you are smalll its ok!"

Lady. Respect his privacy. And mine too. He can have a bath after 5 mins, I'll be done soon, I am not a blue whale, it won't take too long to bathe myself.

But she continued with her "Stand straight" and the kid yelled "NOUU" from the bushes. Reminded me of the Beta Swetar pehno advertisement.

"Oh kaka! you are here! Then who is inside?!?!"

She said the who is inside another two times. I thought it wouldn't be too long before she barged in to fulfill her curiousity. Still trying to recover from shock, I decided I should get out of there as soon as possible. My old friend Murphy had told me once, when things are supposed to go wrong, they will. I had forgotten to take my towel. Right, so, now I have two options; wait for the glorius sunrays to dry me risking the lady barging in, or I could use my shirt. I chose the latter.

I opened the door. Apart from the kid, who had a look on his face which suggested he was molested, there were....not one, ubck but four women, two on either side of the door resembling the walk a batsman takes through the stands. They whispered amongst themselves as I looked down and walked past trying to dig a hole and bury my head in it. Evil women, them.

2007-12-28T10:08:00.000-08:00

I had gone to Chembur today. On my way back, i got into the same bus which I had taken while going to Chembur. It had the same conductor too! I consider this as a good omen. This is the third time such a thing has happened. Nothing good happens as such...but you know, I still think its lucky.

And the short bus ride was a ride of familiar faces. There is this stout, fair wheatish coloured man, with brown curly hair and squinted eyes that I see every morning on my bus stop. He was on the same bus too. And then there was a girl from school. The fun part was when a bus passed by and I saw an acquaintance sitting on the last seat of the bus. I am quite good at wrestling for a seat in the bus. I don't mind stepping on a few toes.

Pieces of glass have pierced my feet and I have left blood footmarks like in Ramsay movies. Then there was this time when a scooter ran over me. When I was 6, I banged into a stationary cycles brake and the skin near my eyebrow was cut open; the scar is still there.

Then there was one time that I was riding double seat with a friend on his cycle; his foot got caught in the wheel, the cycle tipped over, i fell on the friend who was half my size, my chin slit open, his head did and then the cymbal crash....the cycle completed its revolution by crashing its seat on the friends head. He slipped into unconciousness and I carried him(leaving a blood trail) to the nearest hospital..which turned out to be amaternity hospital. I had barged in and there was no one at the reception..so I did the filmy "ARRE KOI HAIN?"I also carried him with both arms on the first floor, through nursing mothers looking at me with shock and still trying to cover themselves. Hmm So yeah. Those were my major injuries.

Oh! I also dropped a catch and the season ball hit me right on my eye turning it blue and black for more than 2 weeks.

I have never been to a dentist.

Egg and Me

2007-11-24T11:10:00.000-08:00

Sharing:
The bed: He sleeps diagonally.
The computer: "I want it in 10 mins"
"You will get it only for 10 mins"
"No"
"I am not getting up from here then."

Family Talk:
Mother: Who has taken the
Either of us: I think he ate it!

Brotherly Love:
//Recognising my number from the caller ID//
Egg: Kay aahe (What is it?)
Me: It is nice to say a Hello/Hi when you answer the phone.
Egg: Hmm. Hello.Hi. Kaay aahe?
Me: Tell Aai I am having dinner outside.
Egg: Why?
Me: Because. I am having it with my friends.
Egg: Where?
Me: Just tell her.
Egg: Too much of outside food you eat haan. Not good.
Me: Don't act too smart.
Egg: Get vada pav for dinner tomorrow?

Helping Each Other Out:
On a cold winter morning
Me: Wake up..its 6.17 don't you have to go to college?
The Egg : Moan
Me: Chal , uth naa
Egg: Groggy Grumble
I switch on all the possible lights.
Me: 6.20 OK!
Egg: Holiddaayy naaaaaa!
Me: O! Ubck.

Trust:
He flung a ball at me while I was watching tv and yelled "EAT". The super cool being that I am, I catch the ball while my eyes are still fixed on the thing going on the tv. Without asking him what it was or even looking at it, i put it into my mouth. It turned out to be a Ferrero Rocher. Such a cool.

And Happily living ever after:
We don't talk much. We were watching tv. He poked my side and as a reflex I whacked him at the back of his head. No words spoken before or after. We continued to watched tv.

2007-11-02T10:42:00.000-07:00

Incoherent. Banda and me on our way back home. Easterlies. The road is quite nice, irrespective of rain, dust, wind, heat, whatever the weather is. It gets you thinking while you are driving. Nothing could be seen from the windshield. Both cribbing about our own issues. Champion cribbers, us. Sometimes talking at the same time together. Not even listening to what the other person is saying. And there were times we weren' speaking together; but when we started, we spoke our own thing without even acknowledging or asking or even responding to one another. We don't know whom we were speaking two, there were just two of us in the car.
But we were quite cool about it. Infact, I didn't even realise that such a thing had happened until two mins ago.

I pronounce things wrong too. And they loff at me. But i hear funnier ones. Spices for species was really funny. And Schindler's List was called Sikandar's list...super funny too.

Before going to office on the first day , my mother told me no matter what the profile of the person was, to address him/her as sir/madam. That's what I have been always taught, even in school. During open days at school, I sometimes also referred to my friends parents (excellent small talk makers, all of them) as Sirs and Madams. Just a habit.
So, the first day of work..."Sachin sir..."
"Arre, he he he...Sir nahin re..Call me Sachin"
Me: Okay Sir!
Buhh.

More on Sir
It is difficult to communicate with people who know only their mother tongue.
I ask them "Can I speak to Ramesh?"
He tells me "Ohhkay Sir"
Then there is a pause for some time
.
.
Hello.
.
.
I say "Ramesh, good morning"
The same guy is still on the line "Ohhkay Sir"
I say "Tell Ramesh. Phone. Me."
He says "Ohhkay Sir"
I ask "Message. Dont Forget. Your name?"
He says "Ohhkay Sir"
I hang up.
He calls me back "Sirr..Ramesh, Lunch. Ohkay?"
Ohhkay Sir.

More on Phones
"Hello, good morning, <> "
Good morning. Can I speak to Mr. Jo Bhi please?
"Ok hold haan"
Ohhkay Ma'm.
I remember a friend of my advising me to say "What do you want me to hold on to baybei?",
in such situations.
Ting ting tingting ting TING TING TING TING ting..tingting ting ting ting tingtingting.

"Hello?you are still holding, no?"
Yes baby. Why not.

Ting ting tingting ting TING TING TING TING ting..tingting ting ting ting tingtingting.

"Jo Bhi has not come today"
WHY..YOU LILLULL!
D'OH!

Then?
Coffee for me and beer for the lady.
Some spectacle that was.

Then?
then..we continue to live, shit happens and then we die.

Ji. Maaval, Tal: Pune

2007-09-23T11:25:00.000-07:00

They are, what you call 'academically uninclined'. Some of them, I doubt have even passed their 10th. They refer to each other with names like 'letya', 'jaadya', 'baarkya', 'vikram sheth' etc. They have gaudy gold chains around their necks with the top two buttons left unbuttoned showing of their...supposedly manly chests. They are those typical guys, who will talk on lengths and flirt with 'mohalle ki meena'. They become 'karyakartas' and 'sevaks' in this season. They do everything from knocking every door to collect 'vargani' , setting up the pandal, cleaning the premises twice a day to bursting the last fancy cracker minutes before the actual visarjan. Good job, they do.

Yes, too many inverted commas over there; stop whining. There will be more.
The evening of the first day is for sports and 'running race' is the most popular sport. Like stadiums, we have ends too. One of them is the mandap end and since there are deserted buildings on the other side of the road, the other end becomes 'bhoot bangla end'. A 30 metre end from the mandap to the bhoot bangla end. The kids line up at the start line. "Onyo maax...gat saaat". Kids are weird; instead of getting set, they will crouch like cats before they jump. Onyo maax, gat saat, ek, do, saade, maade... buhh. JUST SAY TEEN AND LET THE KIDS RUN! But he will continue with endless build up before he says start. Oneeee...Twooo...Th...false start. It is much like a shoot which needs several re-takes. There is match fixing here too. One of the runners gets a tip that the "go" is going to be said quickly after the two and three instead of the long build up.

New Bombay gives a 10 day break now where as Agnels and Sacred Heart give it for Christmas.

Singing, solo and group dance competetions are the main events. They all want a ring side view. Our sevaks then drive them out. Sometimes they give them taplis and push them back and some ocassions they adopt the more gandhian "Thing's won't get started unless the first line of the chairs begins where the mandap ends. Obviously, the original first rowers get displaced in all this and then there is their favourite crib, "Lekin uncle mainne 7 baje se jagah pakdi thi!" Yes, they have become 'uncles' now. Some of them call me uncle too. UBCK.

Every year, sitting in the middle rows are a couple of didis. A didi, typically is a girl who has just touched puberty, with her eyebrows done, probably for the first time with her oh I am so cool for you all expression. She is confused if she could still cheer out loud or is she too old for it. A typical didi is a veteran on stage, who has been there done that. Her comments are supposed to be wise and sometimes funny.

Didis and uncles compere many events too. They move around the 15X15 stage with a microphone in their hands whose wire they are constantly twirling and twisting in their hand. I suppose it is the compere thing to do, just like those VJs clasp their palms together. By the way, the wire is 5000 miles long, stripped at places and it runs across the stage(causing a few to trip over it) and over and around the speakers.

The kids come for elocution and singing.
"I am a little teapot //wipes nose// ..Short and stout ..here is my //deep breath in which can be heard on the mic// handle and here is my //wipes nose//spout. When i get all steamed up//another deep breath// ...when i get all steamed up...when i get all steamed up...(uh. oh. what's next??)...TIP ME OVER AND POUR ME OUT!! hihihihihi" // huge smile that it is finally over, runs off the stage still wiping the nose//

Then it's the turn of oh so cute 2 year olds to dance. They hold their fists in the air and jump up and down. With them, are their mothers trying to encourage them with their fists in the air too. Aunty, your daughter is two, you aren't. Buhh. Then at the end of it the aunty complains how the other kid was given 2mins and 2 secs while her kid was given 2 min 1 min 59 secs only when the time limit is only 2 mins. Your daughter is two, aunty, you aren't. Buhh.

Fancy dress has atleast one sardar kid leaving his hair open and being a woman, a teacher taking attendance amd that lady character from saas bhi kabhi bahu thi doing the "ara ra ra ra". I veto the sardard kid. My all time favourite.

Flash back .1990-94. I stood 2nd/3rd in the running race.Magan Mall and Atul were arch rivals for the running race in their age group and Pompy used to show off his cycling skills between races. I won the drawing competition also. Essay competition too. I had won Camel water colour cakes. I was also a part of a group that won the drama competition two consecutive years. Calling it a skit takes away the punch.."drama competition" only, please. All round champ only. Such a cool I was then. Now times have changed....kids are quite stupoid these days.

Pretty Madhura stands in the truck. She waves out to her friends below and blows a flying kiss to her baby sister. Quite a beauty queen she is. I think she ate half of the tub full of sheera too. Lucky her.

And then we danz. My all time danz favourites include:

1. Moongda

2. Jogiya Khali Vali

3. Bilanchi nagin nighali

4. Yeh desh hain veer javano ka

5. Kajra Re

It takes acute coordination. Your hands need to be swaying, while your head is too, mind you both should be out of sync. Legs can be in air too, one or two at a time. Svaadanusar. Props include a saffron flag (nothing to do with Shiv Sena), a saffron bandana and handkerchief( very important to have one). You can take the handkerchief in your hand and move it around in concentric circles, ellipses or even figures of 8 if it would make you happy. You can also make it into a flute for some nagin song while the other person makes a hood on his head by holding his hands together and moves like, what he thinks is a snake. You can also twirl the kerchief, hold it behind your neck and move it sideways while doing sit ups and looking towards the sky. You can mix and match. The kids get tired after 2 hours of danzing and that's when Letya gives some of them a tapli and goes "AYE! NAACH RE!"Pure expression. And that is how we danz.

The morning after, the roads are pink and scattered with left overs of fire crackers.

And after the dust settles, the kids start playing what the drama they saw for 10 days.

Noisy, yes. Buhh. What are we without all this?

"Have One Puri Sir, for Our Good Sake"

2007-09-14T08:21:00.002-07:00

The Ganga has been written about in 50 millions books and staying in the city you might think she must be dirty by now: ash from pyres being thrown into her, lepers, beggers and sadhus taking a dip into her or any other presumptious thoughts living in a city can give you. No matter how much one writes about her or praises her, one has to see her by oneself to understand how great she is. People dont revere Ganga... Ganga makes people revere her. Magnificent. She will humble you. She will leave you awestruck. Yes, she is holy. She will make you go down on your knees, forget life and get disconnected. Yes, she will wash away all your sins. She will give you a high without hashish. You can just sit along the banks of her canal at Haridwar with a blank mind forever. It’s romantic, it’s bloody addictive, to sum it up it's intoxicating.

They say, “I am spirtual, but not religious”. I ask what is wrong with being religious anyway? Rishikesh is both spiritual and religious. Just at the base of the hill, with its beautiful suspension bridges making it a lovely pit stop before you proceed higher up to the Garwhal hills.

Some 250 kms from Rishikesh is a small town called Joshimath where Adi Sankaracharya is believed to meditate before he attained enlightenment. ‘Kalpavriksha’, the tree under which he meditated is one brilliant banyan tree. The stories of the temples of Joshimath are quite fascinating. 8 kms from Joshimath (connected by road and ropeway) is Auli. If you go to Auli,make sure you just start walking randomly into the woods, lose your way and follow a couple of forest officers to discover the most beautiful pastures on the top of any mountain you must have ever seen. Absolute serendipity. Suresh offered them our packed lunch. "Have one puri, Sir, for our good sake." They aren't any great words of wisdom from a saint but they were kind words from a thorough gentleman - ones, which I will always keep in mind and assosciate with this trek.

Gobindghat is 30kms from Joshimath and it is a strenous 13 km trek to Ghangaria at 10,000 feet. The furious Alaknanda accompanied us all along the trek. Ghangaria is like the base camp up there, where one can go to the Valley of Flowers and Hemkund Sahib.

I am not a flower person. Ask me what my favourite flower is and I will think you doubt my masculinity. Valley of Flowers. I found my "favourite flower", the Blue Poppy. Its petals were made of glass. It is a piece of fine artistry. It is believed that Hanuman had taken the sanjivani for Laxman from this valley. Honey bees must be loving this place. Honey bees must be coming for their honeymoon over here!

The toughest part of the trek was the one to Hemkund Sahib which is at 14,000 feet. I remembered something from my 9th standard English textbook. It was an article by Bachendri Pal in which she said "Its not just about getting up there, even mules do that." True, that.Contrary to popular belief, that it is a dirty walk where you can smell horse dung, I would say it is a walk where you can see stunning landscapes of the lush Himalayas, characteristic of the Garwhal range. These are colours that an artist will crave for and kill for. No matter how good a camera would be, it wouldn't be able to reproduce those colours. Along the path, one can find the flower Bramhakamal. Google it for its mythological relevance. It looks like a cabbage but smells better than any perfume from Arabia. Chants of ‘Satnam Wahe Guru’ and people reciting ‘Ek Onkar Satnam, Kartapurak' keep you going up the steep. With stumbling legs and a dehydrated body, you somehow reach the top. Just the sight of what is on the top, quenches your soul. Take a dip in the lake – it’s freezing. It will make your skin and mind, both go numb. It will relieve you of all the exhaustion experienced will climbing. Speak about experience of a lifetime and this will be definitely be one of them.

On our way down from Hemkund, we saw, no, we experienced the Rabbit Mouse. Funny little cute creature, the mouse does not have a tail, has big ears and feeds on grass!

Back to Gobindghat and to Badrinath, which is 25 kms from Gobindghat. With Tibetan architechture and the diamond embedded golden crown to adorn him, Bhagwan Badri Vishal sits royally in the ranges of Nar-Narayana.

Mana Gaon is the last Indian village in the region which is 3 kms away from Badrinath. On the outskirts of the village, emerges the mythical river Saraswati. No one knows where its origin is, it just comes out the rocks! Triveni Sangam at Allahbad is supposed to be the confluence of Ganga, Yamuna and Saraswati, where Saraswati is believed to coming from under the ground. The Bhim Pul is a huge rock, believed to be put across the river by Bhim since Draupadi was too afraid to cross it. The road further leads to Vasundhara falls. Locals believe this was the same path taken by the Pandavs on their way to heaven. I couldn't but help notice the agility of mountain goats on the way. Fearless, i say… they run down vertical slopes. Mad creatures.Landscapes with white round stones and glaciers can be seen from Vasundhara, and when the sun rays fall on them, well, one needs to go there, putting it in words would be an insult to the beauty of the great Himalayas.

Photos at :

http://www.flickr.com/photos/zii

2007-09-13T08:57:00.000-07:00

First it was : Are you on hi5?
Then it became: Are you on orkut?
Now it is : Are you on facebook?

SHUT. UP.

The next person who asks me that question....i promise i will hit him/her with a dudhi.

Habits

2007-07-17T10:14:00.000-07:00

1. I pull my socks up everytime I sit in a vehicle.
2. I take a U-pin and straighten it, after which i hold it between my teeth to strip of its coating. On an average, I strip some 5 pins a day.
3. After having a bath, I wear my watch before my clothes.
4. Count the number of steps at a new place.
5. Separate out the khaddi shakkar from my saunf and give the sugar to some one else, except for one crystal that I place in the centre of my saunf pile for decoration.
6. Pass the ice cube through the stirrer and place it on the glass as if it is being barbequeued over the drink and let the ice drip-melt.
7. Move my lips to popular songs whose lyrics I don't know as if I had written the song and I won't deny doing it.
8. Type my windows password before sitting on my chair.
9. Type out the link, in the window I am chatting in, instead of opening a new window.

Random

2007-06-23T10:30:00.000-07:00

I like gulmohar. Not one single gulmohar though. No, I am not girly or gay, I dont like the flower but I like the tree. I don't know if it grows in other seasons or not but that is one thing I usually assosciate with summer. The rains destroy the gulmohars. Their maut, the death becomes. They get scattered on the road on both its sides. At six thirty in the morning, with eyes half open, there is nothing else on the road, it looks like the road itself is on fire. Illusions become stronger when the wind blows and the flowers are fall from the tree and the ones on the road swirl around. Quite a sight it is.

I read an article about 'bum wax' on DNA's front page today. What is this world coming to?
Mumbai Mirror once showed a picture of Dravid spending some time with his family after the world cup and asked readers to rate if he was fit enough. Agreed that they played like bum waxes, but don't shoot a person when he is in a towel spending some quite time with his family, please.

Women have gases too, they just release them surreptitiously. I remember, while in junior college, a friend told me how a girl and him were appearing for a test at the tuitions that he attended when he heard a fart and it smelled too. You know how it stays when you are in an air conditioned environment? Yeah, that's exactly what happened. The girl gave him a "Oh you are so gross" look. Funny girl; there were only two people in the room and it wasn't him for sure.What was she thinking? He just pointed at her and laughed. He told me this story and named it "Light travels faster than sound!" I still wonder how the hell does light come into the picture anyway. Ubck. Anyway, he is the same person who says things like "The birds are chipring." Funny fellow.

I never drink water from the tumbler when I am at home. It has to be directly from the bottle and since I dont stick the bottle to my lips I have to look up. So today when I was drinking water and I looked up, I saw a lizard on the ceiling, upside down with its body stretched and head held upright (well, it was upside down...so..downright?) and arching. Tee hee.

All ugly insects migrate to my house during monsoon. There is a big brown coloured flying thing which my brother calls a 'moth'. Its loitering around somewhere now. It has one single wing and a black head as big as my middle finger's nail. I feel like killing it one phatka but then two issues come to my mind, one; it might be seeking shelter and as such has not come in my way yet and two, I dont know how much body mass is behind that wing and I dont want it to be rubbery and blobby and blood to squirt if I give it one strong phatka. I need help, its three inches wide and quite repugnant.

I make good funnies some times. I am proud of :

Q. What do you call a Parsi cup cake?
A: Bawa Cake.

Q: What do you call Brian Lara's genitals?
A : Privates of the Carribean.

Yus.

Parle G dipped in hot tea and made into cerelac is an absolute delicacy. There is nothing Indian about Suneeta Williams other than her origin, cut the crappy "India is proud of you". Do moths die when bum wax is applied to them? All girls should be Fionas and should choose Shreks over Prince Charmings. There is nothing dignified about the Presidential election. Fashutana writes about gradual relaxation of security in Mumbai and Kashmir these days. What is this country coming to? I like friendly conductors in buses. Its the God's Day :-)

Hello. //extends arm to shake hand// This is what I do when I have nothing to do.

Then? then?
"..Then a panda ate a potato and fell over."

My Mom Read My Blog.

2007-05-04T11:25:00.000-07:00

Thanks to a genius of a friend, who told, my mother of all other people in this world that i had a blog.
So she
1. "Son of a bitch" and asked me to have a better caption...thats the first thing she saw.
2. How Banana bastardised all the she dogs.
3. Sympathised with Alice and told me I should be nice to her.

She thought it was a one-off post on some site. Which is a good thing. Good thing she didnt read
1. unicorn below the waist.
2. Babe aunty/ badi hokar babe banegi.
3. Our hots for a married woman in Goa.
4. Would have called me a MCP for wanting to kill pretty girls...or could have thought i am one of those loony homicidal freaks who targets girls only while they are in the shower, like in those horror movies and must have thought no wonder her son is single.
5. Me wanting to castrate mosquitoes.

Ubck.

Renuka, you're quite a genius indeed.
Shakya, stop calling me kutta, you son of a bitch!
anonymous people: you suck, mention your names.

Son of a Bitch!

2007-03-11T21:50:00.000-07:00

Kalu Bai
1986- 1993

Mind the pronounciation, it is the Maharashtrian hard L in Kalu. Very loving by nature. Unlike the pampered brat of a dog i have now, was very down to earth, used to relish on milk and bread, never demanded fancy food. In 1992, when I had chicken pox and didn't step out of the house for a few days, the good lady came outside my gallery and peeked inside to check where I had been. Kept all the 'bad dogs' out of the compound. Would fall asleep on petting her. Kalu went on to have kids with Lalu ( who was an orange-brown mad dog with a torn ear and hence the name). I dont know why, but like they say street dogs who drool a lot have rabies, i had a theory that dogs with torn ears are mad and will bite any time. I kept away from Lalu and so did Kalu bai. The above file picture shows Kalu Bai in a pensive mood in 1989 when the foothpath in the background was under development. She suffered from cancer and eventually left us all in the winter of '93.

Tom
(a.k.a. Tommy/Tomya)
1988- 1994
I don't know what happened to the other puppies, I think Lalu ate them, Tom was the only one of Kalu's puppies that I got to know. Tom was the definition of a loyal dog. He was intelligent and unlike the brat that I now have, never chased his tail. He used to sit outside the house, i suppose had taken the onus of being a watch dog on himself without anyone asking him to do so. Tom was a smart dog, he was black in colour with white patches in the middle and had brown eyebrows( see the above picture closely), just like his mother. He loved heights, used to climb on roofs thinking he was tom cat while we used to stand below with our hands in the air praying that he wouldn't jump down and creating a havoc, jusstaa like they show in the movies when a suicidal person is about to jump from the terrace. (Roof = the roof ON the terrace). The secretary had never locked the terrace before this, inspite of 6 year old children(read as me) almost falling down from it; but he locked the terrace for a few weeks whenever Tom wanted to feel 'on the top of the world'. I dragged him home to save him from those municipality's dog catcher once. Had also trained him how to run inside the building whenever they came. He was quite an intelligent dog.

Tom had children with Chameli. Chameli was nice too, but she was a gypsy by nature. She left her children back and went on a world trip, or so I was told.

Tom dissappeared in 1994. He was 'probably' picked up by the muncipality, or so I was told again. Till date I refuse he was picked up, he was too intelligent for them.

Tommy's children
1994 to ...
(i dont know if they are still alive or not)

1. Bam Bam Bigello
Grey in color, had brown eye brows too. Used to sniff into people's shorts.

2.Miss India.
She had blue eyes. Aishwarya was crowned as Miss Universe then, and was named after her. A bastard drove his cycle over her and she died young.

3.Undertaker
He was black in colour with thick fur and was quite dumb. He was the biggest in the lot. Was quite a bully. Disloyal too. Bugger.

4. Tatanka
Was the jumpiest in the lot. He got hit by a car while he was being his jumpy self in the middle of the freakin main road. Idiot.

Banana
1993 to 1997

The younger had attended his pre-admission interview for his admission in nursery. There he was shown a banana and was asked what is the fruit called. He couldn't answer it. He got to know it was called a banana and that is what he named the first thing he saw in sight. Banana followed him from outside the school, where he was loitering to my building. He got along well with the other dogs, since they were about his age. He was quite a player. He knew every bitch in the town. He must have bastardised a lot of puppy dogs in the area. Believe me, the number of unknown puppies HAD increased while he was there. He decided to take off with some she dog he fell in love with and never came back after that.

Alice

From 1994

(Harami Blogger won't let me post her pic)

Have already written about her before.

We had picked up Bimbo, a puppy dog from the premises of a temple. Bimbo used to eat everything from newspapers to chappas. Bedsheets too. He used to bark at my grandfather when he snored. He pooped in everyone's shoes. So he had to go. We exchanged him for his sister, Alice. Alice was totally anti-Bimbo. Till date, she is very fussy about the food she eats. She loves dragging the banana peel out of the dustbin and eating and people think we don't feed her properly and thats why she retorts to such tactics. Spends most of her time sleeping and shaking her ears and paws while she is at it.

Wimplo

(Don't know where he came from but has been hanging around the building for quite some time now)

Wimplo is mad and drooly. His ear is torn too. He is mad. But he doesn't bite. He likes to get pampered. He too, will eat any shit. Is very protective about his territory. Has a good rapport with all the cats in the area, I don't know how. Yea, thats about it about him, he is mad and drooly.

Miscellaneous :

1. Had a turtle for a day named Sheru . Had to leave him.

2. A sparrow for a day. Died on a saturday.

3. A cat named kitty. Had to leave her.

4. We had a pomeranian when I was 3 named Steffi. Was given away.

And Iyer, this is not like you and and your tripod ( who,by the way, ran aaway from you..nyehehe) ; dogs are far more cooler. Yea.

2007-02-12T08:37:00.000-08:00

The devil's yesterday. Everyday activities make you tell time without looking at the watch. No 5.45 aazan today. I woke up on time, without anyone having to wake me up. No elderly gentleman sitting in his white ambassador which has a board which reads "Bhabha Atomic Research Centre" at 08.23. I even know his car's number. Shoe lace did not open at 8.26. The old mad beggar did not drag herself across the signal while swearing in the air at 8.29. (I was looking for a better word for "mad beggar", you know the kind who wear soiled clothes and has shabby hair which is probably as hard as a municipality worker's broom stick and who talks in the air. I also asked a sub-editor of a famous newspaper/magazine about it.
As you can see, journalists, these days are quite useless. I was also looking for better way to say my shoe laces did not open ) .
My shuttle did stop at the signal between 8.33 and 8.34. No grease on cuffs. No getting caught up at 137 second long signal on my way back home. Unusual deviation from a typical monday.
All because of global warming I'll tell you.

No more of

"Send this V V
V V V
V V
V V
V

(After 3 unsuccesful attempts at making a heart out of ?, * and V, i quit. it was supposed to be a heart...assume the current design to be a heart, then )

to 10 people to get tru luv" please.
And no, I will get my hear punctured ,but wont, definitely will not send it back to you.
People who send such forwarded emails should be made locked in a room with a horny octopus.
Excuse the symmetry of the heart.
If you are one of those who actually send it to people hoping for something to happen, dig a hole in mother earth, fill it water and drown. No, wait. Do not waste resources. Just bury yourself.

Goa joke, which i forgot to mention the last time.
Cheenu to Banda: Kya! Are you always horny? You're like a unicorn below the waist.
Jokes are funnier when the person on whom they are, does not understand them.

Impostor alert : www.zii.blogspot.com
not the real thing. Nyeh Eh.

2007-01-14T07:46:00.000-08:00

This day, last year we were in Goa. I clearly remember Banda arguing with the tout about how Sakrant was almost over, the 'season' had ended and the hotels should not charge more. Cheenu told him that it was not in the tout's hands and they started arguing over it, one of the million arguments they must have had in the year of 2006. Some of the other arguments these fellows had were about how 9/11 was a conspiracy by the US, should Demi Moore be termed as a whore or not in Indecent Proposal, since ladies in Kamathipura only do it to feed their children, how a photo should be clicked etc.

So there we were, desperately looking for a room at 8pm and you would know, the public transport in Goa closes down at 7.30 and taxi drivers charge you ridiculous amounts. And then started another Banda v/s Cheenu arguments about if we should run to Mhapse instead and i prayed for something good to happen in the midst of all this...and it did. A bearded middle aged man appeared out of nowhere. I thought, if Jesus was about 40 and he would have started to lose hair on his head, he would have looked exactly like him! His name was Anthony Gonzalvez.
Ok...so it was not. I would have liked if it was though. He was Anthony D'souza and he took us to his Roop Mahal, Prem Gali, Kholi no. chaar sau bees. Kholi number char sau bees was situated on top of a small hillock which oversaw the Mandavi and the base of which was situated a gaonthan. The room was small and had lemon yellow walls with roof made of layers of broken pots. ('Thatched with broken pots'...or something like that). The room needed cleaning and we asked Anthony to do it. Anthony had a cottage, he stays with his family on the upper floor while he used the rooms below as rooms for a lodge.

Our room needed cleaning and we asked Anthony to take care of it. He called out to people upstairs in konkani. We were waiting in the lobby for our room to be cleaned,tired and weary and wanting to throw our bags and hit the bed. I could hear footsteps, typically of a person coming closer to you. A lady was 'descending' down from the wooden stair case. First I could see her heels, then her knee length skirt and then....Cheenu nudged me with his foot. Typical of us guys, i'll tell you. So there she was...'descending' upon us...saw her heels, her legs, the waist and whoah! the face! She was the prettiest banty* ( pronounced as bunty) we had seen. Speak about love at first sight. Now you see why I speak about Anthony as a God sent gift?

Most of you must have visited Goa and your Goa tales might be far more adventurous than this but we have seen Nina so...go stick a L on your foreheads.
And there are some who have not been to Goa yet //cuts a giant L from the newspaper// here..this is for you, stick it on whatever you like.

So..there stood Nina in front of us. Nina was Anthony's wife. Believe me, she was more beautiful than all those topless white chicks on the beaches. Mesmerised, all three of us, all at once. But all good things come to an end you know. Another set of descending crashing foot steps but this time it was Bruno. I don't know what his real name was, but I thought 'Bruno' would be an apt name for a human bulldog. He was topless too. With a hairy back and black shorts. Black shorts only. He spoke with a slur and had a beard too. His tongue was out of his mouth while he spoke. ith that being said, i would like to add, although Bruno looked like Bruno, he was a thorough gentleman.

Bruno and Nina cleaned our rooms. Beauty and the beast. With our eyes fixated on Nina.

I don't understand what is it with firangs and their fascination with Indian cows. They take photos of their ladies feeding the cows. They take photos of an electrician on the pole. They take photos of municipality workers fixing tiles on the foothpaths. They also have drunken sex on the beach right next to the place we were sitting, corrupting our young little minds.

"Staying on the beach in the night is illegal", said one gentleman. Buhh. So..we kept wandering about and stayed on the beach. In the morning on the same day, Banda had his hind on the wooden massage beds cum chair that these firangs use and was made to get up since 100 Rs/hour were to be paid to use them. It was a full moon night with gentle breeze and it couldn't be more romantic, especially with the light from the lighthouse on the Aguada fort falling on us after regular intervals . Only, I was stuck with these two jackasses instead of some one special.
Anyway, Banda was so happy about getting to use those chairs for free in the night that he could have written it in 10 foot big letters on wet sand and could have made a figure of a mooning Bruno.
It got so bloody cold in the night that Banda pulled my hand over himself like a blanket to keep himself warm. A sleepy mind wanted to twist his arm and yell out "go bury yourself in the sand to keep yourself warm, you faggot!", but the sleepy minded decided to be nice and just put his hand back to where it was originally.

I could go on. Someday later.
For now, an evil Monday awaits. Buhh.

For the uneducated,
* Banty = babe+aunty
also, if you wish to expand your knowledge,
BHBB. ( pronounced as bhabha)
= Badi Hoke Babe Banegi.

Kill the pretty girl

2006-12-08T11:37:00.000-08:00

There are some days (especially evil Mondays) when I wake up late and rush out of the house and need to take a rickshaw to the bus stop. Just as I stepped outside the building gate, i saw this dame standing some 10 feet away from me. Hard luck, ogling time at pretty girl, when in hurry is extremely less. Buhh. Having a rickshaw stand just outside the house always helps, but like Mr.Murphy said, you never get autos when you need them the most. ( Mr. Murphy did not exactly say that). After looking for 4 precious minutes for the rickshaw, you finally see an empty rickshaw passing by and I call out to it.
"AUTOOOO, pucccpphhhkk pucccpphhhhk!"
(puucpphhhk = is the sound which one makes when he is calling for attention and believe me,auto drivers wont acknowledge your presence unless you call out to them like that. People staying in Mumbai would exactly know what that sound is).The gentleman decided to slow down his three wheeler for me but suddenly decided to whiz past to halt 10 feet away to lend his chivalrous services to the pretty girl. I reach office late. DIE PRETTY GIRL!

Conductors in buses are fussy about change. I paid him 10 for a 8 Rs ticket and the gentleman did not have change. In the middle of a bus, so congested with people that i could not move even my shoe lace, i had to dig all three pant pockets i had to excavate coins to give him another 3 Rs so that he could give me back a 5 rupee coin. People around you are not quite ok with the idea of excavation and they tend to give you ugly looks if your hand unintentionlly touches their shirt or bag. Gentleman conductor decides to move a step ahead to ask pretty girl where she is going. Pretty girl is one of THOSE smart asses and hands him over a note of a big denomination. This time, gentleman starts digging his small side brown bag for change. Not much in there. Excavates his pockets, dig dig DIG...and the exact change is yet to be given back. Now, he decides to pay her with her own money, pulls out his wallet and opens the small pocket in it. He turns it upside down and squeeze dries it till he manages to give the pretty girl the balance amount. Hmm. DIE PRETTY GIRL!

Pretty girl and pretty girl's brother wanted to watch a movie. They did not have change. Pretty girl's brother, the gentleman that he is, decides to not let the lady do the hardwork and goes to a shop asking for change. Nyeh ehh. They dont give him any. Poor boy comes back. Pretty girl decides to show who wears the pants in the house and asks for change at the same place. The gentlemen at the shop pooled in money so that pretty girl could get change. Hmm. DIE PRETTY GIRL!

Early morning in Hyderabada and the hotel has complimentary breakfast. Woo hoo! Pretty girl asked for an extra cup of coffee and she got two men attending to her needs, one of them driveling coffee into her cup as he was pouring wine into it and the other with sugar cubes politely asking how many cubes she wanted and also telling her about unasked for travel gyaan in Hyderabada. I asked for an extra cup of coffee and I get a grumpy look from the waiter suggesting "Just because it is free that does not mean you ask for extra stuff and hog, stupid cheapstake!"Sugar? "Er..hello..suggg ...ahh?" No waiter gave me any sugar! Forget travel gyaan! DIE PRETTY GIRL! DROWN IN YOUR CUP!

Auto drivers in Hyderabada do not respond to pphhhllbcck. And like auto drivers world wide, they cut each other's path and make sure to stop their vehicles next to each other at signals.
Driver 1 to 2 : "Tumko problem aata?"
2 to 1 : "Kaise nahi aata !!!"
1 to 2 : "aaAAA???"
2 to 1 : "AAAA!!"
They keep aaa-ing at each other till the green signal comes on and then they live happily ever after.

When men talk

2006-11-10T07:49:00.000-08:00

Men often complain about women bitching and gossiping. What is little known is that some men do it too. The reason behind men not caught gossiping is because they choose specific locations to do it.

Location 1: At the barber's shop.

This is the place to hear the best gossip in town. You will get to know whose sister has got a 'lafda' with with which boy, the boy's family history and also the boy's real intention. Between all this, you will find an oh so cool dude with two buttons on the shirt left open and a faded jeans, so loose that it could drop down any second with please see my genuine jockey look walk in,pick up the water sprayer and spray some water on his hair. Then he will take a comb and do something to his hair , something about which i am not exactly sure about since his hair looks worse than what it did when he had come in. I dont know what it is about us men ; most of us tend to make our eyebrows go in a V shape while we comb. He adds more condiments to the gossipy curry in his short stint. By this time, the barber takes out his 'machine' for the head massage and then there comes an instance when the machine is moving over your shoulder and he is right in front of you, looking straight into your eye. "Ughh...// (uncomfortable, hey i am not gay!) smile// and the cutter and cut-ist look away wanting the whole thing to end and run away somewhere.

Location 2: The swimming pool

Fat uncles bragging about their children is the common trend. Reassuring oneself of how swimming is an all round exercise and better than running and gymming which they can't do.
Dont be surprised if you get access to an organisation's well kept strategic secrets while you are trying hard to achieve your 5th lap of back stroke. This is a place where really bad jokes come out as frequently as the gas out of their bodies. One will find custom made swimming styles and extremely heavy heaves and puffs. Their lap speeds suddenly increase when a girl would enter/sit by the pool. They start competing against each other. The frequency of bad jokes increases and they even laugh out loud to their own jokes and one really feels like giving himself a watery grave.

Location 3 : The loo

Ever since Michael Carleone visited the loo to get the pistol before he avenged his father's death, the loo has been a hot spot for male conversation. Some of us say a hi to each other and exchange a few good words about our lives, when one is standing and is at it and while the other is entering. They, pee, or so i think, for a really long time while they exchange information about their departments in office/college . Some of them have a habit of ducking and zipping it back on...dont ask me why, i do not know why. While washing hands, there HAS to be a hair setting session too. Not to forget the eyebrows in a V and moving the face slightly to the left, right, upwards and in all possible ways the face can move. Also, the changing rooms/dressing rooms/shower rooms.
Some of us will talk to each other, to the extent shout across the wall if the voice can't be heard because of the water coming from the shower.

A little about women. I would suggest get those cell phones which are so so dear to you surgically stitched to your ears.
I would also strongly recommend using rubber or foam covering on kitchen counters. I do not understand what is it about them and the utensil noises that keep continuously out of the kitchen. Tidding tinngn taaaaanggg.
There is an ocassional falling of a plate which keeps on moving in an oblique ellipse on the floor. Tadddrrrrrr tadddrrrr taddrrr tadrrr taddrr tarr...PICK IT UP! STOP THAT NOISE DAMN IT! BUT NO, THEY WONT!

2006-10-21T09:13:00.000-07:00

Almost a month of " i have to go to office" now. It is interesting to watch people and how they work. The choice of music is often closely related to their way of working. As I went from the top level to the bottom level of the organisational pyramid, I found music being used as an effective tool to support working. At the bottom , where the work is repetitive, so are the songs.
Secure the workpiece-assemble-hammer-test-secure-assemble-hammer-test. To go along with this is a song in which particular lyrics, tunes and rythms are attached to every component that goes in the assembly.Suddenly you find the robot in the gray apron stopping for a while and opening the things he has assembled. You ask him why is doing it and he will tell you he missed two lines of the song.
"SO?!"
"Oh, (Sheepish smile), those are for the dowel pins, forgot to put them in...hehe."
Talk about relating oneself to music! Also, the nuances in their notes and pitches are indicative of the orientation of the parts in their assembly.His audience are his pumps that he makes and he moves them into their 'pram' which will be moved in for painting.New pump, different song.

While in the office above, I unintentionally made a woman blush.
"I have done integrated diploma, i am also relatively new here, just been 4 months."
"So, you too passed out this year only?"
"Gnaaauuwww, //blush blush// its been 10 years!"
Buhh.Stop it woman! I just linked up events in an incorrect way!

As I scroll down the organistaional pyramid, I see their level of imagination being inveresely proportional to their education. I guess that's one bad thing education does, greater the knowledge, more limited is the imagination. When one does'nt know the science behind things, he is free to imagine how things work or might work and makes you creative about it.

The same would apply to the 3 -7 year old kids who play in the compound. They play 'Ganpati Ganpati'. They go around on their cycles shouting Ganpati Bappa Morya, have a small indegenously made puja and they dance too! I bet they would'nt have done all this if they were imparted gyaan on life at this age. Sometimes, it is just good to not know everything. (And I am not supporting the ignorance is bliss theory, go eat your toe if you thought I was!)

Anyway, after broken promises and being thrown a potato at, I have decided to do the tag. People who comment are requested to do it.

I am thinking about :
how much more time?

I said :
Good for you man.

I want to :
go to this place whose name I forgot, it’s a 17km trek upwards from Gangotri.

I wish :
I was granted another 32874 wishes. Ofcourse, the 32874th wish would be to be granted another 658925 wishes.

I miss :
my third last bench.

I hear:
you.

I wonder :
What would have happened to the world if the wheel was not invented.

I regret :
Not attending the short service commison interview.

I am... :
actually a sofa who doesn’t move around who tries to convince himself he is human.

I dance:
like a walking product of radioactive waste arising from the Pacific ocean who is destroying the city. Blame the Soviets.

I sing :
when I am hanging by the train’s door.

I cry :
- ied when the elephant in Haathi Mere Saathi dies in the end, also, when India lost to Australia in Mumbai in ’96.

I am not always:
eating.Really!

I write :
When there is no one online and I could die of boredom.

I confuse:
-d the examiners during my vivas.

I need :
to castrate all he-mosquitoes.

I should try ....:
not blaming the Soviets.

I finish :
me spinach, pooo pooooo

We the people

2006-10-07T12:17:00.001-07:00

If you watch the documantaries on India on NGC or Discovery, you would know that they often start with a line saying " It is often said that India is not just a country but a continent in some way". This,owing to the culture that changes every 50 kms. People often seem similar,they claim they are not.Take the following for examples...

VErma v/s VArma, PandeY v/sPande
Commonly known as : Bhaiyya
You replace the E with an A or forget the write the letter Y and they look at you as if you are asking them permission to sleep with their wives.
Common traits : absolute hindi speaking people, will stick to polite hindi while abusing too,
e.g: aapke maa ki ____ ( No prizes to be won for filling the blank with creatively,buhh).
Oh and there is another variety of varmas from the south as well!

Mumbaikars v/s the Punekars
Commonly known as : Ghatis
You will often find the former telling the latter how just a stretch of marine drive kicks M.G.Road arse and the latter often complains "tumchi mumbai kiti garam aahe, kiti ghaam yeto!"
Translation : how hot is your mumbai, we sweat so much!
Buhh, if its closer to the sea, if you don't expect sweat, do you expect bloody nectar to trickle down from your brows!
common traits : Merge marathi words into hindi language which eventually get absorbed under the bambaiyya which is considered cool .

Parsis v/s Iranis
Commonly known as : bawas
The Iranis will take strong exception on being called a bawa. Kasti kasam they might end up making a face if you don't understand the difference, which you won't even after years of knowing them. It seems that the zoroastrians had come down from Iran and settled down in kutch and asked permission from the king. The king in return sent a spoon filled with milk which meant "bawa ji, house full, aiya nathi settle karvanu!". In return, the wise old man in their group
dissolved sugar in that spoonfull of milk which meant that they will mingle with the people and stay with them. Obviously two sugars had gone in, one parsi and the other irani sugar! D'OH!

Idiosyncratic Iyers v/s their Nemesis Nairs
Commonly known as : Madrasis
The former is clannish and doesn't like it when you call them lungis which the latter wears. Veshti is their thing to wear! It all comes down to parabola(with a red vertical line between it) on the forehead v/s the horizontal thick line of chandan on the forehead.The dravidian soul wakes up when you club them as 'madrasis' .

I will update this list some day later. For now, I am out of here // lifts lungi/veshti from the bottom and tucks it in and around the waist// Poite Varien!

Pinky Nagpal

2006-09-17T06:19:00.000-07:00

Delhi Radio is extremely repugnable. They play miiiiitwwwaaaaaa atleast 11 times in a day. And they have a 'traffic reporter' named Pritampura/Pathpadhgunj ki Pinky Nagpal. I dont know if this woman travels to different parts of the city to report traffic or is it that the radio station is so dumb that it cannot think of names of actual people who might do it and keep repeating pinky nagpal thinking that people would concentrate on the 10km/hr from janpath to safdarjung's tomb and not notice this name again? Either way, it confuses me, does this lady get paid by radio mirchi to get stuck up in traffic at different locations everyday and pointing out speed radars to measure the flow of traffic?( I dont mind getting paid for doing that!) Or is just that radio station people in delhi are destitute of creativity that they cant find good and genuine names? D'oh!

We live in a time of pseudo seculars and pseudo philantrophists. Abu Salem gets offered a ticket to contest elections in UP. Lets see, Kofi Annan is about to step down, kill Tharoor, let Osama have his post. And I hear people on news channels saying the memons are being framed because they are muslims. How does it matter if he is a tiger memon, menon, singh or fernandes! Hang the pussy and his clutter!

I dont understand people.
Instance #1 : I once helped an old man who seemed to be blind to get off the bus and go to haji ali. He bumped into people and got ugly looks and a earful for it. I felt how incredibly stupid those people were who could'nt see that the old man was blind, but it was only later that i realised that the timeless hero was bumping into women only!
Instance #2: Middle aged man accosting me, dressed neatly and not looking poor, claiming to have been kicked out of the house, telling me he is homeless and blah and "please son, i stand in front of the house of god, give me money" blaah. Remebering instance 1, i decide to just walk by and then realise he is accompanied by an old lady . The nice me decides to be nice and give him some money and then the nice me sees the big bottle of whiskey in his bag.Dont know how many more he would buy from contributions from gullible fools like me.Buhh.

English is a funny language and i am not talking about if g-o is go then why isnt t-o toe.
1. Words mean exactly the opposite of what they seem to be
restive : it describes a condition of being anything but at rest!
2. Words sound similar, but mean a hell lot different.
vindicate,vindictive
Why make such words! Stupid bulldogs!
3. Sigh.They have a word for such innocent mistakes too. Howler.
4. They conviniently make people whom they dont like into words e.g. Quisling, gerrymander,philistine etc.
Lets make words too.
Dyer: To massacre
"Arre, i got totally dyered in the vivas man!"
Lampard : To endlessly miss your goal(pun intended..twahah!)
"He is 40 and still lamparding in life ."
harrywindsor : To grope
"Karan Johar and Manish Malhotra were seen harrywindsoring each other in the party."
pnagpal : (Mind the pronounciation, the P is silent) Idiot.
"Hahaha! You are such a dumb pnagpal!"

Ganesha Says

2006-08-19T12:18:00.000-07:00

"The stars can tell." Not very long ago, some gentleman proposed there was a 10th planet and now yesterday they plan to add another few.What worries me more than the dilemma school going children are going to face more,since now their very educated mother is just not going to show them nine planets, is the influence of all these planets on astrology. If you get the Mumbai edition of the Times of India, you would know the entire bunch is some good 15 cms broad consisting of the main paper, Mumbai Mirror,Bombay Times, DNA,DNA after hours, Education Times(2-3times a week), Property times, This times that times and buhh times. I have a habit of reading the paper backwards,from page 30 to 1 and reading the forecasts is one of morning things to do. Its always good to hope.99/100 days these forecasts are contradictory, if BT and Mirror say i will be having a good day, DNA doesnt.

Anyway, so a few weeks back, all of them said i was going to have a good day! woo hoo! So I open my mailbox expecting a few mails.Not there.Then,when i get up from the chair I drop my phone, which for some weird reason was on my lap instead of the usual pocket. This happens twice in the day. Know how the frame comes to a halt and things become black and white and grey and sepia with the heroines and gaping mouths in hindi movies?That's exactly what i am like when my phone falls down. I try to sit on the sofa and when im just an inch away from being called "completely seated down" the door bell rings.Courier.Trying to sit down attempt #2,this time i am a quarter inch away, the phone rings.Wrong number.Determined to do what the world is not letting me do, i go flat on my sofa.The door bell again. Moher Fuhherrr!
As if this wasn't enough, i open the mailbox again, send out a few mails. Releaved that this work is done, i stretch back and I suddenly find myself sitting on the floor.It happened so quick that my in-transit memory of being in the chair to having a piece of plastic in my hand is as good as null.The chair i was sitting on broke.High time I start working out.
All this, when they said I would have a good day, all of them, on the same day too.tch.
I will sue these planets some day.Nuckin Futs!

Indepenedence day fuss.The younger got elected as the headboy of his school/jr. college. They have an investiture ceremony. To get things right, the younger explains to me how and where he would like to be photographed while marching.Camera friendly younger. He draws a plan of the school quadrangle. He is the cross and i am the small incospicuous circle (it was actually just a dot) , when the cross moves forward and backward the dot is supposed to move to the left and right.A saviour phone call and I think the worst is over. I come back to see the cross has become an actual person! Photographs of his 9th std. investiture ceremony, the faults in the photos are pointed out to me and asked not to be repeated.Yes sire.The angles from which he is to be shot are explained in the photos.Wait, the worst is still not over.
"I'll have a mug of warm milk before sleeping"
"WHY!???"
"To keep the throat clear, you see. I have to shout out commands tomorrow"
Help me raise money to send all the youngers on this planet to be sent to a concentration camp.

As much i cherish watching the republic day parade i love to avoid the banal belaboring banter from the red fort. No wait, the worst is still not over. After calling Bhagat Singh a terrorist, now they call Tilak,Bipinchandra Pal and Ashfaqulla Khan terrorists. Don't be surprised if after a 100 years your grandchildren read that a group of terrorists were lathi charged at the governor's bungalow in Mumbai and they went on hunger strike in Delhi.

I left out a little on my last post. Chote. He went against his family's wishes. A pigeon once laid two eggs in his balcony. He was asked to get rid of them. But the pious boy Chote is, he took good care of them. He got hay for them from some place and cushioned them in it, also to provide them warmth. He made sure the mother pigeon would get a little to eat everyday.He kept the surroundings clean( eventhough his room was a mess and you could often find his undergarments right next to his keyboard).From that day onwards, Chote got an appellation "Do ando ka baap".

And now i sit on a wooden stool as a precautionary measure.

My Friends

2006-07-21T08:43:00.000-07:00

Banda: Always wanted to make a movie. Deep thinker. Will bore you to death with a movie’s story (No, he actually will!). If he is kept alone with a stranger, we have often worried about the stranger’s safety and wonder if Banda is not killing him with his verbal finesse. Superman: Krypton : : Banda : Newspaper , strangers, take notice, if you want to take Banda off your back, give him a newspaper and he will drown himself to death in it.
Maybe, someday he will accept the fact that my school kicked his rival school’s butt.

Chote: And now introducing to you, a 5.10, weighing in at 81 kgs, coming straight from the Thane ST bus…CHOTE! Except for being the youngest in his family and having a silly yahoo id proclaiming himself ‘little’ in it, there is nothing small about this fellow, not brain nor brawns. Defines the antonym of punctuality. Will teach you to “adjust rrreee!” Chote walks as if the land he is walking on is his grandfather’s property. He is also accused of having a reputation of breaking Zippos on the first day they are purchased.

Goti: “I don’t like the drugs but the drugs like me”. A genius who can break through security by hiding his beloved cigarettes in rollers of the roller scales, shoes, custom made boxes and other engineering equipment to hide his precious. Lights candles and agarbattis in front of Morrison photos. Has affinity towards older women. The security lady at BARC once discovered his underwear from the previous night’s slumber party.

Guru the Goo: Suffers from an acute Lacko Socialsensus. Will nudge you when you are talking on the phone and ask you an answer to a question you have no clue about; this, after you made this clear to him the previous day. He will do the same thing the next day. He has the honour of once getting an earful of fleas by thy motorman of a train whose seat he tried to sit on because he was late and couldn’t reach the men’s second class and by a man whose thing he grabbed while he was hanging out of the train and trying to reach the pole at the entrance of the train’s door. He did succeed in grabbing a pole.
Often called Guru da (not to be mistaken as Garuda).

Joshi: The only guy who accepts the fact that I’m in shape. Thank you Joshi, little do you realize we are in the same shape. Chickens out if asked to sing on a stage. The best bedroom and kitchen singer ever! He had knocked over our masala with his foot while we were cleaning the chicken. Since this was in a farmhouse 2 kms away from the closest sign of civilization and it was late, no one was in the mood to buy new spices required for the masala….so…the same masala went on the tandoori chicken and it ended up tasting good. Find a chick with foot fetish Joshi!

Khedekar: Once upon a time there was boy by the name of Khedekar.He never attended lectures. Once, for a change he did. And was sleeping in it. In the meanwhile, the very intelligent class was playing chalk chalk*. He woke up to drink water and Missy M threw a chalk at him, which the lecturer happened too see and assumed he must have done it first.
“Come here, who all are there in this?”
“Sir, I don’t know”
“Tell me fast, where it came from”
“Sir, from up”
(Pointing towards the ceiling) “UP? CHILD?”
-------What follows is golden history now--------------------------------
“NOO sirrr, like a projectile!”(Moves finger like a projectile).
SLLLLAAAAAAAAAAAAP

Narsi: Narsi,the lion man has been regularly taking money from home for his weekend ‘class’ in Bandra with his beloved A. ( I’m so going to extort him with this if I don’t find a job soon and don’t have money). Mr. Quick Gun Murugun that he is likes to rush things and is usually the first to complete things, from assignments to finding a job to outings with girlfriends, he’s been there, done that. For more on his luuurrrvvee and check out his vibrant heart which is not updated in ages.

Pandey: Banda : Movie : : Pandey : IIT . Pandey is a true gentleman who will be remembered for accidentally giving his project guide a porn cd.Fortunately for him and unfortunately for us, the guide did not see its contents. “Saarrr, don’t opaan! Virus it has!” We had once decided to walk the entire stretch of Palm Beach road once, the project never took off due to the lack of ( I will come up with an excuse soon to fill this space). Hardcore extremist. Gets totally involved in a person when he likes being with him/her, so involved that he won’t be able to smell a farting contingent of gujjus around him. Says that he understands the string theory well. Our take on strings and ropes : very kinky, pandey, very kinky!

Shudder : Shudder the udder is one of the laziest souls you will ever come across. He beat me to that post! He resembles a South Park character. The udder with his innocent looks and efficient use of vocals may lead you to think he is so angelic that he has got wings attached at his back. Don’t get confused, he has stolen them from those Victoria secret fashion shows. Like jOshi, he is very much in shape tOO.

Suppa: His slenderness ratio (length/ width) exceeds two. You can spot this human French bean in a crowd very easily. Sources tell me he wears his sunglasses while playing basketball and tennis. The dude will jabber with you as if the world comes to and end today.Specializes at jabbering and reading at the same time. Also specialises at inventinve curse words. e.g : “tere maa ki mohite**”. A mouth that shoots funny curses, that of suppa’s. He had a concussion once. The first thing he said after becoming conscious was “Gan*u ne naak pe maara! mad*****” ….this ;in front of a constable since it was almost going to be a medico legal case.

Suzy: If guru da is yang, Suzy di is his yin.Thought wanderer. Spends most of his day observing human behaviour. If you could imagine his bike to be an animate object, she would have lodged a formal complaint against him for molestation and attempt to murder.Runs his mouth when caught up in fight on a lonely street and gets his arse kicked. Lousy jerk spills alcohol in his bag. Teaches lecturers how to measure distances with fingers instead of using scales or dividers. An artist by nature, suzy likes to listen to music and sing it aloud in the loo in his free time.Suzy also calls out to his imaginary girl friend Balvanti when he is under waterfalls.

Rao: Rao, our (green) blue eyed boy is the son of uncle Sam. While he is walking, his acid tongue will spill out venom, in the air if he doesn’t find anyone around him. And when he does finally manage to find any one around him, and tries spitting venom on them, he realizes he is so bad at spitting it he has just dropped some on himself. Clumsy bum. Dreams to convert all the dollars that he will make into many many rupees and be rich. Mr.naturally stylish . Can tell you the name of the presidents on Mt. Rushmore but won’t be able to tell where the Himalayas are….in fact, he will ask you what they are.

*chalk chalk : throwing chalk at each other, from one corner of the class to the other, coloured chalks have different points, if it hits the lecturer, u get an extra life in your game.
**mohite : a lecturer, who is our source of inspiration.

2006-07-11T12:36:00.000-07:00

"we condemn this dastardly act of terrorism"
thats it? IS THAT FUCKING IT? what big balls my govt. has got to say that! haw! bravo!bravo!
This morning i switched the tv off because i was 'bored' of the news of people dying in Srinagar....and now i realise whats happening. People die like flies there and my bangle and thong wearing brave government "condemns" it.

I wouldnt want to die for no reason. I would like to come back home to my family after a long tiring day. I wouldnt want my family to see my railway pass in a sea of blood.

Not all of us are leader of men. We dont even ask for a 21 gun salute and a state funeral.But we definitely would like to see our entire bodies on the pyre, not just our hands alone. Or our fingers.

2006-06-30T06:39:00.000-07:00

How cool is it to be remembered by a single name only, e.g. Kaka. Makes you feel great. And after 1000 years, people start wondering if it was your first name or your last name. So, what is Moses’ surname? Or was Moses a surname? If I’m not wrong ‘Christ’ was only the title given to him and being content with Jesus Joseph sounds very Tamil. But if you had surnames like Arantes do Nascimento or Luíz Nazário de Lima, it is always advisable to stick to a single name. He too might have had a lengthy surname which the dim wit historians in 1 A.D found it difficult to write and record.

I never call anyone ugly; however I take strong exception when it comes to cockroaches. Even worse is the flying variety. I also happen to call people a cockroach/jhingoor/zurral when I am not exactly glad with them. Did you know, they can live for eight days even after being beheaded! They can also survive nuclear attacks! A few weeks ago I saw a cockroach commit suicide. No kidding! It was walking on the wall and it suddenly jumped off it; never to get back up again. Something to be happy about when days are extremely boring.

Another thing to do on a boring day is listening to music. Continuously, say for 4 hours straight and then I get fed up of the constant chiew chiew between the ears and I finally stop it. Somehow the silence sounds much better.

Things like orkut and cell reminders absolutely take away credit from people who put in efforts to remember your birthday! Tch.

Never tease the nerds. There used to be a nerd in my school who was a few years junior to me. Everyone called him big dick since his surname was Mahadik. Juvenile humour.
Today, he’s doing something with NASA and he has a planet named after him, (no kidding! Do a google search!) and we are where we were, very down to earth. And after 1000 years people will think Mahadik was his first name.

The dilemma of a good guest begins when he starts thinking what does he get along with him for the dinner. An empty handed walk-in might look like me walking into the college canteen which forces us non bovine creatues to ruminate its food . Well, it’s a semi-formal dinner, so I decide a cake for dessert would be a good pick; at least it requires minimum brain racking and is not bound to ‘fail’.

“Oh cake! Which one? Looks great, but I can’t really eat it, my trainer has told me to avoid all such on my diet.”
Hmm…simply wonderful.
A good guest should compliment Mrs. Host about her culinary skills, appreciate the weather, be friendly with master and miss host and most importantly not being sloppy drop his spoon while having dinner .The excusa oblongata of the brain suddenly becomes devoid of thought, think think man! “Told you aunty, no ghee on my rotis, look what it does to my fingers!” “Is my copyrighted lame humour good enough to avoid this situation? Hmm hmm?”
“Oh, take a new one.” Thank you master host, you will be a considerate host someday in the future.
Dinner is done, the diet is instantaneously forgotten and I get the smallest piece.
Hmm…simply wonderful.

2006-06-01T09:37:00.000-07:00

1.5 hours of excruciation. Dingy corner.No ventilation.Dry throat.Grasping for life and at such an auspicious moment in time, my beloved,trustworthy accomplice , my 100 MS decides to throw its towel in the ring.The old lad has already has been handicapped due to aging and has lost its top row of the display and now the remaining part of the LCD decided in to join its uppermost counterpart. Come on you, target for faraway laughter, come on you stranger,you legend, you martyr AND SHINE, DAMN IT! // DHOOOB DHOOOB DHOOOB // . The best way to get an invigilator off your back is to look at him the same way he looks at you. A few more DHOOBs and i revive it :D ! And then we happily return to the remaining 2.5 hours of misery.

A farewell party of some kind. Usual trends :Exhibit A gets drunk and asks everyone if they are high too, Exhibit B is drunk and gets philosophical about the birds sitting on the electric poles while exhibit C gets drunk and repeatedly keeps telling Exhibit A that he is totally drunk.

I have downed 2 chickens.Beat that! A few days ago, i read some random kid's blog about Pink Floyd songs and how one relates to them while going from school to blah and from another brick in the wall to blah. Well after my sumptuous dinner, the only song that i can best relate to is "get your filthy hands off my dessert. "

My experiments with truth. PLs make you explore and do things that you never would have or wanted to imagine. I discovered a digital multimeter in my house. First, i decided to measure the voltage between the temporal and the finger on touching a hot vessel. 0.07v. Then, i decided to measure the potential difference across my brother's skull when he was sleeping. 0.01v. This scientifically proves that younger siblings do not have any. //Dusts hands against each other//.
Experiment 2: Without switching the compressor on, use the blower of the AC as a substitute for the ceiling fan; provides better results. The cost factor will be analyzed when the bill comes.

I Ching is an uncle now. We were deciding on the baby's name. We agreed upon something Japanese. Thanks to our ignorance, we could only come up with things like sushi, Kaizen,Kanban, but, but...we mutually agreed that PokaYoke kicks arse! The only problem with such an error proof name is that the kid might hate us when she gets older. She might us hate us more when she gets to know that we had a laugh while deciding her name. If you people have better suggestions for a genuinely GOOD name for a girl child, please enlighten us.
(Names like Orion, Ada, Nephertite, Aphrodite, Mia,Dia,etc etc. have already been rejected, stick to something zimble and malyali.)

Noises.I can bear the hammers and the road diggers.Telephones, i cant. Ever petted a cow? Have you seen how it shivers its skin when you touch it? Voluntary muscles. I shiver in the same way most of the time when the phone rings. Involuntary.Sounds like some one is choking James Blunt with his diaphragm vibrating at its amplitude. I dont like James Blunt.He sings like a girl. My speakers. They are screwed up right now. They sound rather bad while on other occasions they blast and sound like the air pocket in your ear has just cleared out.

Swimming is a nice thing to do. You often find blobby men in the pool bitching. Yes, just like women, blobby uncles gossip too. Blobby uncles make me feel good about my shape.Thank you uncles. Relative misery is all good.

Opinion of the day. I think the Enflield Mk1s are better looking and more classy than the AK-47s or for that matter any of the automatic rifles.

Alice.My Dog.Well,she is actually a bitch. But 'my bitch' sounds like a reference in 'like that' movies.Doggy.She will not do the regular dog tricks and cares half a fuck about a ball you would want her to fetch.You might have to run the distance and fetch it yourself while she supervises you. Nor does she care half a fuck about Alsations thrice her size and dares them. She eats mangoes, tomatoes, bananas and jack fruit. Now can your doggy do that?

Me. I always read the newspaper starting from the last page.Every morning i make it a point to curse Bombay Times. I carry a parker as a good luck charm.For some reason, it is never filled with ink. I wrote to the president a year and half back and he had replied with some affirmative action too.However, the way things turned out, it became clear why he is only the titular head.
Sachin Tendulkar apologised to me in 1994! I was a kid then and he was walking backwards when he bumped into me. Had come down for some charity match and wasnt a big name then.He is a lot more fairer than what he looks like on tv, atleast he was then and his hair was definitely more curlier than what it was then. I have size 10 feet, perfectly flat and broad, if you ever find weird foot marks on beaches, ask me if i was there before you think it is an alien invasion or you think have discovered a beach yeti.( After reading this post, I have been reminded of my 'proboscidian' drawings on the beach, so if you ever see them, you havent discovered any long forgotten civilisation either, just me again) The webbing/connection between my right earlobe and the face is different from what it is between the left earlobe and the face.So buhh.

2006-05-02T00:13:00.000-07:00

Time did not seem to be a continuum. Different parts could be seen stitched together with a shabby seam.

The discovery of the five new elements.People,places,purpose,sequence and methods.

Twisting of morals according to one's convinience.

Wanting to do wrong because because it wasn't done before.

Double standards. The need to adopt them.

The rise of the simpletons. The fall of the mighty.

Homogenous winners.Variety of losers, the silent one,the confused one, the ignorant one..and the list goes on.

Segregation of expectation and hope.

Being a spectator,
Cruel girls.Their manipulation of naive boys.
Wandering jews.
Mutual understandings.Confusion,dissappointment with happiness.

Near death experiences.On the road,in the water.

Innovative curses.

Clandestine hillocks and their waterfalls being declared as private hang out places.

Weird hair styles.

Ebbs and surges.

To,the end.The end of dimensioning and imperials.The end of false acceptance and submissions.The end of writing spiderman against roll number 70 in attendance sheets.
To,health,wealth,our lives,your hot wives if you find them, to luck and fuck.
To, our begining.Cheers.

2006-04-11T11:41:00.000-07:00

GT. Glass Tracing. An effective tool for plagiarism. You place a source of light at the bottom , a glass above it, on it is the original sheet,above it goes your sheet, then you trace the drawing.
Advantages : Time Saving.
Disadvantages : Leads to a severe back ache if done for a long duration.
So after 2 hours of doing it, sitting in the odd same position i suddenly realise my leg has lost sensation. I get up and try walking with a back ache and the lower body having cramps . It looks like those deer babies who are just given birth to, which are shown on discovery channel, who struggle to stand on their feet and fall down. Only that when it happens to me , it looks like a gorilla aping a baby deer. This happens a lot.

Which reminds me....Discovery Channel. This is a channel which you switch over to when there is too much of making out on the other channels and when your parents are around and you get a little embarrassed. So you switch over to discovery and what do they have, the mating season of snakes or lions or something similar.This happens a lot.

Parents. They wont speak to you otherwise regarding 'issues' . They find it best to speak when you are listening to something with your earphones. Digging the drawer below the tv while you are watching it hence obstructing the view is another thing that they do. This is universal.This happens a lot again.

16 :

Then there brothers and cousins who are 16/18 with their "oh im gonna enter / i have entered college , i am so cool and my coolness is effervescing out" attitude. Happy days those.16...let them be.

21 :

"what do you want to do when you become big?"
"we are already 'big' "

"Yea..Well, you know those big shots, how they say...i wanted to do this , i knew i would DEFINITELY ( pointing a stiff finger in the air, pointing downwards as if to make a point) do this and i wouldnt do anything if it werent for this...i was born to do it! What do you feel you were born to do? "
"I (Pointing two stiff fingers in the air) DEFINITELY dont know! Do you? "

"Burp. Another glass?"
"Why not,Why not"

And suzanna messages while this is going on. "The clown is going berserk."

Clown = Nerd of the class. They rule . They suck at the core and they know nothing. They build an angelic image of themselves . No matter how bad they are , the image ensures that they still are good. But they rule the world and thats how it is.
Talking about images and these big mobile phone companies, inspite of all the "your service is poor" and " i will drag you to the consumer court" , yea...a very sophisticated threat that i happen to issue sometimes,which results inthe induction of a secret, non visible "wtf!" smile on the complaint counter chick(CCC) and on me too..buhh; those (CCC) remain unfazed and so does the image of the comapny. They are abused,spoken,bitched,written about and against but their annual turnover always grows exponentitally.

Whats up?
Boredom
and...
and even more.

2006-03-14T04:49:00.000-08:00

What would be the thing you like the best about your house?
For me, i would say it is the door. You step out of it at 8.30 in the morning and the sun shines right into your face. Makes you squint and smile. A very good way to describe the solstices and the apparent movement of the sun would be to notice when you first step out , it used to shine straight into my right eye,but now it does into my left eye instead!
So thats how a regular day starts.

People who find holi messy are stupid. Freud could use them to examplify his psychosexual anal stage with such specimens.
Inter-terrace wars used to be fun. Aiming at the man who used to cut cricket balls with his knife from four floors up was even more fun. "Dont let it hit his head, might hurt, as close to the feet, make it skip beats" used to be the strategy.

Buses never come when you want them to. And when they come, they are like what Whoopie Goldberg would look like wearing Keira Knightley's corset. Push.Get in. I can see the left thumb,the hand,the head,the neck..and ..........
no..its not a boy!
or a girl!!!
just a man trying to get inside the bus at the next stop.
And in the middle of all this, a tobacco chewing uncle tells you how things are late and go wrong if they are meant to.Says Murphy said so.Thank you uncle.
Not to forget the aunties who are offered seats to. They somehow seem to wear the same perfume in the bus. Like a uniform.
On behalf of all men,
a belated happy women's day.
Without you,
our world would have been gay.

Me tagged me. like that makes sense.
Me = http://www.sillygoof.blogspot.com . I am sorry i cannot do hyperlinks.
Perfect lover, if you fit into these, let me know:
1. Beholder of the most beautiful-est eyes ever.
2. Who could make and encourage having good food for every mood.
3. Resonation without words.
4. Contradictor of likings.
5. Good in bed.
6. Thriving on simplicity and unconventionality.
Thank you.

The Exorcism of Emily Rose. Scientifically wrong movie.
Two things that get me thinking are :

1. 3 am...the hour of the anti-christ
I did not know spirits and ghosts have a religion too.

2. Judas
I too would have protested ,if anyone's feet were washed with perfume.

2006-02-24T10:42:00.000-08:00

Was sitting there, while the goldsmith taught the art which he thought he knew, was
being restless and wondering why was it unusually calming. You can watch all of them even better from rite at the back than you could ever from the front.Some like to introspect , a few like to retrospect; very few you would actually want to inspect.

Reciprocation , you have it, you better value it, if you dont then "Come on you boy child, you winner and loser,Come on you miner for truth and delusion, and shine!"

Sometimes,numbers go around in a circle around your brain like a meter reading. 60603046574757576271 and 30. Funny.

I still think what i did today was wrong. But i liked it and am actually happy about it. Not because what it does to you,(okay maybe a little), but more importantly because it is about going against yourself. Rights ,wrongs, goods and bads are relative. There's gotta be a patch of bad so that i could treasure,value and crave for the the better. As of right now, i dont want to go to heaven nor do i care about going to hell, today is my inspiration and right now my ambition.

Sorry.

Randomness...

2006-02-01T03:56:00.000-08:00

Minutes of a blank mind are peaceful in an otherwise traffic of thoughts,which are overspeeding and not observing lane discipline. The unfortunate part about it is, the blankness adorns u with its glory and blesses you with its presence mostly at the wrong time and occasions, examples include the vivas, talking to a stranger girl and after reading the lines
"Q1 is compulsory.
Attempt any 4 of the remaining 6 questions.
Draw neat figures and sketches where required.
Figures to the right indicate full marks.
Make suitable assumptions"
I like this line ^ the best.
Better ocassions would include post happy sunday lunch afternoons listening to John Mclaughlin, Floyd and Jim Morrison.
Morrison...what an unintellectual way to die for a man with an IQ which was close to Leonardo Da Vinci's.

So the lectures were finally allowed to take place. Water trickled down the eye." Abbe cover your mouth atleast!"
Needed a lot of self talking,mood building and courage to do so. There were others who made their debut today. "Proff ke boni kar di yaar".
I thought i needed toothpicks to keep the eyelid open, tom n jerry style..but then the toothpick would definitely snap. Just painting closed eye lids ( i draw a lot of inspiration from tom n jerry)
sounded better. No paint anywhere...damn it!

Madarchandi Ganguly gets out as soon as i switch the tv on. Buhh. Off. Stuff...Stuff.. Stuff.On.Edddddggeee ... takkkeenn...Pathhaaann is ....Off. Unsuccessful attempt at sleeping. On. Paaahkistaaan have...Off. Its all a conspiracy. They want to put the blame on my tv and my remote for it.

The year was 1996/97. Wordsworth at his boring best in the class went:

The waves beside them danced; but they
Out-did the sparkling waves in glee;
A poet could not but be gay,
In such a jocund company..

' I ve read everything from enid blyton to sidney sheldon to archer' girls at the back: "hihihihi"
' I watch friends at this age and i ve gotta 56kbps modem at home and i know stuff' partner:
"ah!..oh!..haha hehe"
'My vocabulary is yet to reach its puberty and i like Supandi and Hodja' me : "Ehmm? what?"

You can hear the oddest of people make sense sometimes.They have the simplest of answers. People whom you dint expect to otherwise.
On asking which celebrity couple would you pair up on AXN,
Boobbu Blonde : Enrique and Christina, because hes such a slut and shes such a slut and hihihihi...and more giggle giggle giggle(its only good till it lasts.)
Lalu Prasad Yadav: "Haddi manav ki ho ya danav ki, jab tak logon ki jaan bach rahi hain, toh kya farak padta hain"
Translation: ...never mind.

*Mutual fund investments are subject to market risks. Please read the offer document carefully.
They should be dragged to consumer courts for doing this.

I am still hungry. Two apples and one orange have been finished in record time. There's no maggi in the house now. Please send in your generous donations in the form of food to zii's relief fund. You can avail of tax benefits on them.

2006-01-18T00:09:00.000-08:00

Its the first time ive been tagged.Awww...my first.buh.
Shakya tagged me.

The Rules :
1) Start with six random/weird facts about yourself
2) Tag six people who now have to write six random facts about themselves, as well as clearly posting these rules.
3) Make sure to post the names of six people at the end of the post
4) Leave the six tagged people a comment on their website telling them that they are tagged, and to go to your website for the rules/information.

soo...

1. I am back from Goa. Left home on the first day of college.Spent an entire night on Calungute beach...and when i say on the beach, i dont mean some beach facing room. i mean actually on the beach..rite in the middle of the sand.They said it was not allowed..the pandus wouldnt let us; but getting a brain freeze due to the cold winds at 2 am is a difference experience altogether.
Are we jealous?

2. I show dyslexic syndromes some times.I write p as q sometimes. Do that a lot with the Devanagari letters too.

3. I can sit and shower you with gyaan anytime of the day no matter how tired i am,more importantly no matter how tired you are...and i wouldnt stop until you go "PLEASEE ..HELLP..HALLLP...ENOUGHHH..stop in the name of god...DONT BUG!"

4. I can forgive easily but i find it hard to forget, forget 80% of the things for that matter.Unfortunate. This 80% does not include the things to be learnt for exams. Again, Unfortunate.

5. I have to think really really deep rite now to complete these 6 facts. I find it difficult to respond to questions like "so..tell me something about yourself".

6. The first thing i notice about people is their eyes.

I tag :
Ecstatic Exuberance.
Narsi's Vibrant Heart.
Karuna's rumination, confessions and ramblings.
Mirchii...i am not sure whether the double i is after the R or after the ii.
......man...i dont know too many people in here.
Casa's graffiti.
Couchpotato...whos display pic ive stolen for my MSN display.

now i ve to go to their sites to tell them....buhh.This is energy consuming.

2005-12-27T10:45:00.000-08:00

A job that should not take more than 10 minutes to complete. Take the xerox copies , get the signatures, fax them. zimble? not quite.

I dedicate this post to my revvverrrend( listen to me revving it up) principal Dr...ok, hes gotta a family and kids who might read this. Lets not mention names.

Xerox takes a good 30 minutes...// pulls out speech from the pocket//...And i would like to thank the goverment of maharashtra for the systematic load shedding scheme, the MSEB, the college xerox guy who seems to be the most hardworking staff member(frame of reference is relative) and lastly not to forget my friend who let two chicks go in front of him in the line.Evil chicks those...the ones from dental colleges...they cast spells!

Witness 2: Mr. Poo.
Mr. Poo ...well old habits die hard. He was still in the submission mode.He always is. So when we approached him for a signature...
ummm....my pen is with Mr.Mo...get it no...i sign with only that pen.
( Consistent with the submission slogan "thou shalt have to run back and forth atleast 2 times before getting my sign)
Sir, use my pen...here.
NO NO! I use onleee maay paaiin.
buhh.

And thenn....half the documents get faxed. The peon comes in a drowsy state out of the principal's office. " half of them are done...
Dude..which half...while he hands over a big bundle....
ummm...i dont know, oh and btw sir is calling u people.
Reverrrreeend Sir : "bhaifhai bark bark bark"
You can hear the thoughts of all in the room at that time. All in chorus ..Tommy Hadddddd!
Us : aye???
Me : // "Speaks in marathi thinking we mite actually understand each other "//
Reverrreeend : "bhaifai"
Me : //concludes..his nonsense is not bound by language or dialect//

He wanted a cover letter to be sent. And our telephone nos on it.
...For those of you who dont know how things work in my college,
covering letters , cover pages are more important than assignments.
So we get it.
"Arre...where are your addresses??"
"Sir, they are mentioned in detail in the applications"
"No No No...bark bark bark"

In the entaaayree college...theres only one printer working.Others are on a christmas vacation. A dot matrix that too. Yes, we still live with dot ...matrices?
The paper doesnt load. When it does the printer refuses to work.
Proff. Pappu to the rescue. Proff Pappu is bastard...but was unusually nice today.

back to revvvvvs office,
"Sir.."
"Arre leave space here no!"
Trip 3:
"Sir.."
"Arre leave space there no!"
.................n its finally done after 3 hours.
"sir.."
"hmm...ok...CHALO LETS FAX THEM!"
yes yes
lets!
....woo hoo!

In the meantime two ass kissing teachers from EXTC enter. Hehe Sir...wag wag wag..whoooorff.
Tommy, Moti, Jimmy Haaadddddd.
And revvvverrrend goes on to teach them powerpoint, which they apparently do not know.
On closer observation, reverrrreeend did not know anything either.

And the fax machine conks off.
"It is v. slow na"
....like owner like machine.

Sir, ill fax them from outside.
"hmm....frowwwn....K FINE..DO AS YOU PLEASE!"
Menopausal uncle that man.

2005-12-11T01:15:00.001-08:00

So.. u r looking forward to something really badly. The day before it actually happens you are so excited that the excitement consumes a mammoth amounth of your enthusiasm ,energy and thought. And when the moment finally arrives it doesnt feel that much. What an anticlimax.
Its like a drum roll...only not ending in the traditional thisssssh, the drum stick slapping the cymbal..its more more like a drum roll ending with a tuk. no bleody thisshh!

John Lennon. Over rated. But shouldnt have killed him. Should have killed Yoko the brain chokeo.

Brave plans seldom materialize.

If i had a band of my own, would start a song probably with the bass to be accompanied by a combination of an acoustic and drums. Wonder what that would sound like! Would let the instruments do the talking. You know people who tell you how they can relate to the words of a song.,my band...they would relate to the instruments playing and the lyrics would be fed according to it instead of first making lyrics and fitting some tune into it.
So much for my 5th std essay on "my band".
Idle minds and bodies are dangerous.
Love seems to be false and lust to be the truth.

Hope a four letter word. Makes u expect,dream,pray,believe in god and makes u hallucinate. The strongest 4 letter word,after the f word but ofcourse.

Songs tend to stick.I'm the world you'll never seeI'm the slave you'll never freeI'm the truth you'll never knowI'm the place you'll never goI'm the sound you'll never hearI'm the course you'll never steerI'm the will you'll not destroy....I'm the gin in the gin-soaked boy...pa pa puh puh paah

And someday we return to mediocre regularity which seems preferrable only when it is gone.
Viscious viscious circle.

Relative Reality (fancy heading huh? I dont like giving titles to posts)

2005-11-21T06:59:00.000-08:00

We live in a society where nothing is absolute. Those who dont agree with this fact are at a risk of being called either orthodox or hyper modern. Sense and Sensitivity seem to be retro concepts.
Modern science might be a boon and a reality but literature, language and art erode, manipulate and propagate the manipulations of the absolute established by science.
Science however does not entirely provide the fuel to propel civilization. Standard definitions have ambiguity.
Language limits our creativity and understanding. Society limits our interpretations. Bad/Good?
Compatibility, unfortunately for most means acceptance. Even if it is at the cost or rejecting your opinion which you respected ; majority of the opinion might be wrong but why do we forget partially it was correct too....we wouldnt have stood by it otherwise.

Too many interpretations intersecting with each other is only a part of the problem. The root of the issue is defining boundaries. We are going fast into a time frame which has no boundaries.
That is scary. Boundaries define.Boundaries set the absolute. Boundaries help us differentiate.
Boundaries help us recognize where to stop and where to go further and set new ones.
Without boundaries.....good is bad...sweet is salty. Language is devoid of any science.Science is devoid of sense. Sense is devoid of meaning.It is going to be a mess.

So then , where do we stop? Who decides where and when? Too many answers and justifications to these questions.

Let absolute be.

Study Leave

2005-11-11T04:21:00.000-08:00

Failure of the custom made mathematical formula.
Experiments on the pneumatic force exerted by the mouth..by the trying to turn the page of the book with a stream of wind. When the experiment was conducted successfully..the same stream is used to hold the next page down as a paper weight.
Rhyming without a reason...and it stops rhyming after a while.
The fall of the third wicket.
After much convincing myself, moving the body,getting up to shave..and theres no cream...buhh
Shower. The water starts crawwwling out of the taps...lazy fuck of a fluid.
Trying hard to sleep, listening to the radio..and they play the worst music ever.
Thinking about the last time when i did something for the first time.
Doorbell....bugger let me sleep. Doorbell...go away, come again some other day little zii wants to sleep!
Doorbell....yea..doing a good job huh?
A courier. ITS FOR MEE! I never get couriers. Neat handwriting on the envolope.Hmmm..Please god ...let it be a secret admirer...pleaseee superrr pleasse god.
These days ka Gods na...they dont listen only!
Dissappointed. Going back to bed. Its 5 now...oh damn its 5 now.
plch.

Its Ok.

2005-10-31T04:36:00.000-08:00

Its funny how we blindly follow a few things without reasoning or question and yet celebrate it...even funnier are the things that we dont say because we fear that they may be socially unacceptable.

Although everythings fair in war..i wouldnt know about love...Its okay to say Krishna made Arjun and Yudishtir cheat.

Its okay to say it was improper of Ram to doubt his wife....yet this story is less spoken of when the Ramalila is enacted.

Its okay to say that the concept of Rozas is a bit harsh...without expecting a religious/communal backlash.

Even in the absence of evidence , its ok to believe the good man from nazareth had a family.

Its okay to say Gandhi was a great person but a bad politician..

Its okay to crave for materialistic pleasures. Craving keeps us alive...might even encourage us to take up the impossible task and achieve it.

Its okay to say the concept of the 7 deadly sins is wrong, it doesnt make me any less religious; these are afterall the flavours of life ,in the absence of which life would be the dry bland indian airlines food.(and the air hostesses at indian airlines are old too..and dont wear short skirts either!)

Its okay to derive sadistic pleasures. We all do , sometimes , however hard we deny it.

Its okay to agree with Savarkar when he said the cow should be killed when she runs out of milk and is rendered useless. Atleast , it could prove a way to feed the hungry.
There would be nothing wrong or against hindutva in doing it.

Its okay to say your parents did make mistakes in your uprbringing.We all know they gave their hearts out to raise us...but wouldnt hurt anyone really if we could only speak the truth..would it?

Its okay if you are bad at english.That does not make you a vern. Atleast you got the balls to accept it...i've known people who make tall claims and spell need as kneed.

Its okay to watch cartoon network ...It doesnt belittle your masculinity.
(although its absolutely not okay to listen to the backstreet boys...it destroys even the smallest traces of masculinity...they should be exiled to antartica).

Its okay to screw up.

To Err is God.
......then why cant we?

Not my cup of tea.

2005-10-26T09:57:00.000-07:00

I am timid . period.
The dickhead spilled hot tea over me..n i just managed to give a 'bugger' to him...which he dint even understand.
If it was done by my brother..i would have slapped two molars and one canine out of him.
what a hypocrite am i!
I reacted..yelling out . Then i was too embarrassed since people were looking at me. I was just afraid that i created a scene. I wanted to bury myself under the table.

I should have held him by the collar.Called him stuff.Not pay the bill. Prolly even grab the cup of tea and throw the remaining tea on his face.But i chose to get embarrassed.
How timid , helpless and stupid of me...

Uptil now , i've only given it back to shorter fellow passengers , younger siblings and cousins .

I should be giving it back to :

1 ) Rude Conductors:
"saale tere baap ka bus hain kya....i pay for it..we pay taxes to keep this thing running...chutta kya mangta hain...bhikari hain kya!"

2) Women Drivers :
Forget all the gentlemanliness...pull the window down " u r a scum and your driving is a threat to civilized society"

3) Fussy Females in Public Transport :
"buhh! look at yourself! dont give that look!..even the horniest of the horny wouldnt brush against you."

4) Unreasonable Lecturers :
Chutiye. U're asking me to build Rome in a day.

5) Zonked People at Rock Shows :
"I know you are in the bliss of the himalayas rite now....once more u lean against me n go duddeee..fuhhhin awesome maan...i promise you i will pull every single one of your extra long hair out n stitch your mouth with it n tie ur hands too"

6) Fancy Places :
"this stuff is rrrriddiculously overr priced. Did u inject the sanjivani in it? was it brought down from the north pole..u stole it from santa's store house huh?? Does it have superman's DNA in it huhh?!!"

i know theres only a 30% probability of this happening. I need to strip my diffidence off me and slap such buggers with it.

The Week That Was...

2005-10-20T10:06:00.000-07:00

Coffee with the pretty girl , wanting to know how could you be blessed with the luck of some one like that , grrrrrng grrrrng grrrrrng,oh!?...ah...damn its 7 am again....and that proves to be the answer to the querry.

Gobbling on the forbidden fruit, gulping down anna's patent ,putting on some basic humanly requirements, sprint to that place, ogle at one of the beautiful opposite sex who stands there every day,gives u a look of recognition,probably a smile but will not talk.

Get into the mosh pit on 4 wheels , pulling out a gandhi from the pocket,sometimes not and feeling great about it.

Penning down the master copy, letting others do the same with yours.

Thinking about why did 7 am arrive in a middle of the "aesthetics appeal of an assignment" sermon.Nodding.Some more nodding. Thanking the authority.

Sub-Mission accomplised 1700 hrs.

Sipping on anna's patent at anna's. Screw the hair woven head , semi bald head...imaginations running wild about the semi bald needs to be suspended from his arm on a cliff ,his other arm being amputated and some itching powder generously sprinkled on his balls.

Water down the throat , Satriani between the ears , cello gripper between the fingers...another few hours. Another basic human requirement between the teeth,remembering this was not done in the morning.

Welcome Fantasyland.

Lady Luck..Why You Elusive lil' bitch!!

2005-10-13T07:27:00.000-07:00

Good times Bad Times
This Led Zep song starts ringing in your ears ...many a times when u go "aah....was just there"...
"I CANT BELIEEHIEVE THISS!"

A few instances of which i was a part of..i am sure you too were at some time

1) So the buses 505 and 504...both can reach you home. Usually you happen to sit in 505. At a particular bus stop everyday...a heavenly chic is standing...and every freakin day she gets into 504 which is rite behind the bus you are in. And you thought how you wish you took 504 instead of this freakin bus!
So on one fine day you sit in 504...hopes at their all time high. Hopes get higher than everrr when all other seats get occupied except for the one next to you. The bus makes a jerky stop....you see the heavenly chic....your heart starts beating @ 5000 beats/min
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....and she gets into the 505 that is rite behind your bus. STUPID FEMALE FROM HELL!

2 ) So this question has appeared in the paper alternatively...n this time its the turn of the question not to come...and some other to come. You could bet on this. Even better than the mahalaxmi punters....u go about gyaan about your theory to others too.
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Holy Mother off.....Our Lady of Screw ups!...The question which was not supposed to come is the compulsory question...the question over which ...u would not have bothered to study otherwise slogged ur arse out just cuz u thot it was gonna come....DIDNT FREAKIN COME!

...yeah lot more....some day ill release the sequel of this....im bored as of now.

Stuck in the Head

2005-10-11T02:46:00.000-07:00

I am the nina,
the pintathe santa maria,
The noose and the rapist
And the fields overseer
The agents of orange
The priests of hiroshima
----------sleep now in the fire ,RATM

We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl,
year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have you found?
The same old fears.

------------ Wish u here, floyd

Cancel my subscription to the Resurrection
Send my credentials to the House of Detention
I got some friends inside
----------when the music is over, The Doors

And when everything seems like the movies,
You just bleed to know that you're alive
---------iris, goo goo dolls

Forget the night.
Live with us in forests of azure.
Out here on the perimeter there are no stars
Out here we iare stoned-immaculate.------- texas radio, The Doors

Dark grin, he can’t help,
when he’s happy looks insane,
even flow,
thoughts arrive like butterflies
He don’t know, so he chases them away
------even flow , Pearl Jam