All That Jazz

December Spring

2010-12-22T15:51:00.001-08:00

I am heading back to Dilli.

This entry comes while I wait for my Flight at Hyderabad Airport. I am excited to go back.... I always am.....

But this time is different. I am leaving something behind. It's like never before. It's neither a good feeling nor a bad one. But it feels like going away for a strange reason. Last few days have been great. They have been beautiful.

Sometimes we don't have to explain. Sometimes all reasoning fails. They say it has never been this cold in Hyderabad. But I saw spring in full bloom. Things were cosy.

There are things pending. I have to go back and get on them. too much.... too many...

I know I will comeback. Too soon.... too fast.....

Hyderabad Blue(S)cooty

2010-12-16T10:46:00.000-08:00

Hyderabad is teaching me a lot.

Every old City has its own charm. This one is beyond Char-Minaar.... there are quite a few things that I like about the city.

Number one of-course is the Biryaani.... I love it. I've had it at all kindda places.... even went to old city for it.

I really like being in the City.... its crowded yet eventful. There are all sortta activities happening all around. Just like Delhi.... you just need to find out.

I just purchased a second hand scooty.... yeah "why should girls have all the fun".... It's fun....I was too scared to get a bike.... and too broke to buy a car. I already pay my EMI's for car and apartment in Delhi.

So its fun, Scooty is really fun..... seems like such a fun ride.... cost of running isn't much and gets me around.

Ramblings:

VICNA went for two trips in the meanwhile। first one was to Thailand (Thanksgiving Break) and second one to Nanital (during their anniversary)

I talked to Naveen Sir today after so many years. He sounded just the same.

Tyagi is back in Delhi..... I was talking to Garv on the phone and he said "चाचू आप मुझसे गाजिअबाद मिलने आयोगे".... I love him....will definitely try to go and catch up with them this time.

December 2, 2010

2010-12-02T12:22:00.000-08:00

I was talking to Kameshwari today and she said "Time really does fly by"..... she was referring to last year and how I celebrated Diwali with those guys in a strange land.

I have to agree with her, it does fly by.... 2009.... and now 2010 is coming to an end. Only if someone could explain the concept of time. I guess that's the beauty of time.

Ok, time for updates:

Lala Times: stupid asshole has got some Kindda clot in his brain !@#$% what the Fu%$..... seriously... its for real. doctors say it will go away with medicines. he is taking them. He was to get married on 19th of November..... they found out about the issue 3 weeks before the wedding and told the girls family as well. They called the wedding off.... apparently the condition can be life long and it might recur after a couple of years.
CEO news: what is his thing. or rather.... what are his things.... now he is growing kindda anorexic. he barely eats. he weighs like 57 kgs.... quite frankly that's underweight for his height. he is still in love with "her"....
Jose points: just his usual, married.... calculative.... got another flat in Bangalore.... so much for his million dollar dreams...
Pauva hairlights: He is still drinking his liver out. He is a good example of how alcohol can make you what you are not. he is his own antithesis when he is drunk. He got hair weaving done this year and that has brought about couple of good laughs in our lives.

2010...has been a good year for me. I have traveled quite a bit, learned a lot. reconciled with old friends.

Year end will bring more traveling and celebration of New Years in a different land.

all is well.....

Mama's boy is 30

2010-09-29T04:09:00.000-07:00

So it was that time of the year again.... only this time it was bigger.... I completed 3 decades on this massive wonderful place... called earth....

I am scared... but i was scared when I turned 20 also....

We had it again ... the traditional terrace party... I did it all... balloons, ribbons, candles, lights, music, unlimited booze and beer, food, cake..... after all.... it is a big deal....

My Birthday week, I did a lot more than just the Birthday party.... I met few really old/dear friends. Blast from the past..... but it was pleasant... I stated clearly what I have learned in last 10 years....Life is too short.... live and enjoy each moment...

More musings.....

CEO is in love.... and she is gone..... blah.... blah..... this has given him some focus....I guess... Lala AKA Bobby is getting married.....

Mr. Pauva is no longer just a Pauva, I have upgraded his title as Khamba kam Pauva. he just drinks way too much. while I try to overcome my addictions, i preach about "overcoming" addictions to everyone.

Cheena and Victor are enjoying their married life. My brother is still unmarried. I am trying to get him married by 2011.

Oh...yeah ... after so many leanings and all the wise words...... I would like to tell you that for the first time i missed my flight.

I would like to blame it on stupid CWG..... I left on time.... it took me friggin 1 hour 45 minutes to reach the airport.

we grow old...... but....we don't change.... do we?

Bobby K. and his cigarette; Up in the air

2010-02-21T00:43:00.000-08:00

Last night me and the gang (hardly a gang now) went out for a movie.... we watched "Up in the Air". It received eight Broadcast Film Critics Association nominations and garnered a win for Adapted Screenplay, six Golden Globe nominations, earning a win for Best Screenplay, three Screen Actors Guild nominations, and six Academy Award nominations.

Up in the Air has received recognition from numerous critics' associations.

Well having fired over a hundred people... I think it was pretty interesting. It was also interesting because I have the experience of being on the wrong side of the gun as well. Honestly, I liked the movie. Despite the Drama.... i think it had pretty good punches.
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Bobby was driving tonight.... he picked me up...... we drove over to CEO's house and while we were waiting for CEO ... Bobby decided to light up a cigarette.... now the cigarette was already out of its case/Packet for a while.... because he took it out when he was waiting for me downstairs.... he was about to light it... but then i came.... so he just left the cigarette on the dashboard.

anyways....at CEO's (downstairs)......He was about to light the cigarette.....I noticed that he was going to light up the filter.... he had it the wrong way..... it was probably going to be another 2 seconds.... or may be 3 .....I had to decide fast...should I stop him from Lighting the filter and wasting the cigarette ... or should i just let it be ... there was so much to think about ... devil inside me wanted to let it be... and then laugh at him for being so stupid and silly.....but i cud still do all that, even if i wudd've stopped'im.

It's ridiculous... but as he lighted the matchstick....i leaped over and blew it out. I told Bobby... that he had it wrong....

Frog Tales: On poetry Blog

2009-10-26T08:38:00.000-07:00

Frogs on my roof
Make too much noise
They croak constantly and are never quiet
Anti feminist theories down their throats
Makes all their songs coarse

These frogs on my roof
Do not believe in monsoon
For them clouds never disappear
The world is a gigantic pot of beer

Google tells me
“Centuries have passed by
Many a Single mothers have tried
They are stuck upside down
Legend has it, they will never drown”

for more ..... http://crazypoem.blogspot.com/

we grow old......we take photos.....

2009-09-30T08:20:00.001-07:00

So It was that time of the year again.... yes....but it was a blast .... it went by so fast....probably because I was away from Home for three months and My birthday meant much more....

I received a musical card..... and three T shirts.....

I got me a Camera.... haven't had a lot of time to take very many pics yet ..... I have been Busy....or rather.....Lazy....

Well, so in addition to the birthday celebrations..... what else is on ..... My sister's wedding planning.... Last couple of days have been spent in Chandni Chowk, Karol Bagh, Lajpat Nagar, South Ex. exploring in an attempt to find the perfect Lehnga... She has done other bit of shopping as well.... but there is so much to do..... especially when I am going back next week.... We are trying to cover as much as possible.... This year has gone by so fast.......woof

Hateful Musings and Jugni

2009-06-13T04:57:00.000-07:00

I have been busy....... wait a minute.... I have said that before......That never stopped me...

I am in Love ..... wait a minute ..... i promised myself..(last time).....i ain't doing it again.....I Grow Old.... I grow old......for what.....

Last few months have been dry......(and no--not the climate)....

I am jealous.... I am human..... I hate that guy...... why should I even care.... he is married....he is fat..... so is his wife......I guess its his fat pay check....damn...

You know my awesome fitness routine..... it was ruined......I have to work these days .....and that means no gym and/or jogging...... So you know how I lost those damn 5 kgs..... for that strip show.... I have gained that extra baggage again....... I am by no means Fat.....But I just don't want those 5 kgs....

I have been away from home ....I hate leaving Delhi......and it looks like I have to go again .... and I would probably be away for 4-5 months.....

You know that version of Jugni in "Oye Lucky"...... is amazing.....its super duper amazing ......I am listening to it right now.... i listen to it all the time actually..... for some reason I have never really liked English songs so much......I mean I have my fav's..... but I love Bollywood and Punjabi music all the way ...

[Haa Main Jugni Da Sajna Jugni
Haa Main Jugni De Marna Jugni]2

[Mainu Kal Na Chhad Ke Jandi
Fir Baaja Mar Banandi]2
[O Jugni Haa Na Haa Na
Kuch Na Kehndi] 2
[O Jugni Aaja Aaja
Hath Na Aundi A 2

Jugni Karti Jinu, Jugni Karti Jinu Taiyaar
Laundi Paar Jugni Kehndi A
Main Chhadya Ekar Vaar 2
Phir Bhi Nal Na Saade Aaundi A
Nal Na Saade Aaundi A
Mainu Jhooth Bol Ke Jaundi
Mainu Jhooth Bol Ke Jaundi

Phir Jhootha Mainu Banaundi Hai
Banaundi Hai
Mainu Saari Raat Jagaundi A 2
Aa Sapne Bade Dikhaundi A

Mainu Saari Raat Jagaundi
Aa Sapne Bade Dikhaundi A
O Jugni Ok Sho K Khel Rachaundi Hai
[O Jugni Aaja Aaja
Hath Na Aundi ]2

[Mere Naal Mera
Mere Naal Mera Pershaavan ]2

Dasmain Kisnu
Dasmain Kisnu Haal Sunaavan
Dasmain Jaava Keere
Dasmain Jaava Keere Bol Tere

Meethe Meethe, Tere Meethe Meethe Bol
Oye Oye Oye Oye

Saanu Kaat Gayi
Saanu Baat Gayi
Saanu Chhaat Gayi
Tu Jugni Jugni
Jugni Jugni
Tu Jugni Jugni

Mainu Maar Gayi
Tu Yaar Meri
Tu Pyaar Meri
Tu Jugni Jugni
Tu Jugni Jugni
Tu Jugni Jugni..
Naa Jeene Tu Mainu Dendi Hai 2
Naa Marne Tu Mainu Dendi Hai
Naa Jeene Tu Mainu Dendi Hai
Naa Marne Tu Mainu Dendi Hai

[O Jugni Tap Tap Tap Tap
Khoon Bahaundi] 2

Peace.....

to be loved.....

2009-03-08T09:29:00.000-07:00

Internet tries to tell me all about Love
Yet I am mystified…
Night after night
Too much candy, I perceive
Too many fools, I believe

Love me
When the grass says I am yellow
Love me
When all the words fade
Love me
When the illness takes over
Love me
Whenever you find time to Love me….

Of that SMS musingly typed
One sluggish night,
Saved in Drafts, yet never sent

Love me
Like the spring in winters
Love me
The way you eat a chocolate cake
Love me
At every station
Love me
The way you want to love me

Of those calls expected after a stupid fight
Never answered;
Yet enough to light up her face

Love me
Under the vast blue sky
Love me
Under shadow of those heavy clouds
Love me
Under those satin sheets
Love me
Anywhere you want to love me

Draupadi

2008-12-24T07:24:00.000-08:00

Draupadi is definitely the most talked/written/scrutinized about heroine from Indian Mythology (Mahabharata). Draupadi was a damsel of dark complexion but of great beauty, "as radiant and graceful as if she had descended from the city of the gods.” She gets her Patronymic name (Draupadi) because of her father who was King Drupada. Draupadi, born of Agnigarbha (womb of fire) is a boon to her father King Panchal.

Revered on one hand as one of the Pancha Kanya- (Ahalya, Tara, Mandodari, Satyavati and Draupadi) the five supremely virtuous women of Hindu myth, her name still bears stigma, so much so that no girl is ever named after her.

The tales of the flame like beauty of the enchanting princess of Panchala , of her rivetingly lovely dark looks , of her captivating blue lotus fragrance spread like forest fire far and wide. It set aflame the hearts of countless princes. Even the sage Vyasa went into a rapture describing her extraordinary beauty. It was the only time he described his heroine in such detail.“ Eye-ravishing Panchali, black-and-smiling-eyed… Shining coppery carved nails, Soft eye-lashes, Swelling breasts Shapely thighs… Neither short nor tall, neither dark nor pale, with wavy dark-blue hair, eyes like autumn-lotus leaves, fragrant like the lotus…extraordinarily accomplished, soft-spoken and gentle… Her sweat-bathed face is lovely, like the lotus, like the jasmine; slim-waisted like the middle of the sacred Vedi, long-haired, pink-lipped, and smooth-skinned. She a dream incarnated of gods and men alike.” (Adi Parva 169.44-46, Sabha 65.33-37)

Other names

Krisnā or Krsnā : the dark-skinned one: That is actually her first name.
Pānchālī : Because she was the princess of "Panchāla" and not because she had five (Paanch) husbands.
Yajnaseni : From Yajnasen (i.e. King Drupada)
Sairindhri: the maid-servant' of the queen of Virata
Parshati: Because of her grandfather Prishata
Panchami: for having five husbands
Nitayauvani: the ever-young

Birth Of Draupadi:

There are a couple of different versions about Draupadi's birth. Though most of them pretty much state that she was born off a Yagya (sacrificial fire) , performed by King Drupada. Drupada was defeated by Pandavas in a war (initiated by Drona: who was their Guru). To gain revenge on Drona, he performed a great fire-sacrifice to beget a powerful son who could kill him. Draupadi thus emerged with Drishtadyumna from the sacrificial fire.

Some versions state that Drupada just wanted a son from that sacrificial fire. After his defeat Drupada undertook a putrakami yagna, a sacrifice to please the gods and obtain offspring by their blessing. Drupada desired a son who could kill Drona who had humiliated him in battle and taken half his kingdom. When the Yagna was being performed, the sage who was performing the Yagna asked the King to get his wife, as she was required to be there for the final sacrificial offerings. The Queen was taking a bath at that time and the sage was irritated by that so he offered the final offerings himself. Hence Draupadi (already a woman) also emerged from the sacrificial fire.

Another version states that the king wanted a son to kill Drona as well as an exceptionally beautiful daughter who could marry Arjuna, because he immensely was struck by Arjuna's valour.

Marriage to Arjuna

Her hand was sought by many princes, and so her father determined to hold a swayamvara and allow her to exercise her own choice in the selection of a husband. The swayamvara was proclaimed, and princes assembled from all parts to contend in the lists for the hand of the princess. Yet again there are few different versions:

Her father wanted her to Marry Arjun, but she didn't want to marry Arjun because he defeated (and hence insulted) her father to please his teacher. She wanted to marry someone who could defeat Arjun. She instantly fell in love with that adorable youth of proud bearing , looking fearless and handsome as he emerged out of the crowd of Brahmin's squatted in the far corner of the hall. She was delighted when as he shot down the target with remarkable skill , grace and accuracy. When it came to light that he was none other than Arjuna the Pandava prince , she was bemused and she smiled within herself in slight amusement at the irony of fate.
She always wanted to marry Arjuna, hence when Karna picked up the bow and was about to aim at the target she announced in the court that he is a "soot-putra" (Charioteer's son : of low birth) and hence she will not marry him. That pain and humiliation burned deep into Karna's soul searing his self esteem. Karna later in his life did not let go a slightest opportunity to hurt and humiliate Draupadi.

Marriage to other Pandavas
It is well known that after the swayamvara was won by Arjuna he and his brothers went back to their hut and from the door informed their mother that they have received a wonderful Bhikhsa (alms) so as to surprise her. Kunti (their mother) without looking at the Bhiksha, told them that whatever it is that they have received, all the brothers should share "it".

According to some scholars Kunti had come to know of the Victory so she had purposely asked Arjuna to share whatever he had received with all his brothers , for being a Woman , she knew that if just one brother enjoys the ‘togetherness & intimacy' with a beautiful lady, the others might feel jealous or lonely and thus the brotherhood might just get ruined. They were on Earth for a great purpose – thus Kunti could not allow any mishap among the brothers for a Beautiful woman – and there were high chances for the same for it has been observed since eons that Men forget everything – JUST EVERYTHING – in order to impress or win the ‘love' of a Beautiful woman – more so Beautiful to look at.

While others believe that it was just destiny. While they are contemplating (Dharam-Sankat) what to do Lord Krishna reaches their hut. Lord Krishna intervened and tells everyone that Draupadi was too much obsessed about perfection (in her previous life) and she had done a lot of ‘tapasya' for a husband having many a righteous qualities – which was not possible for ‘one' human to have:

Someone who is a Symbol of Dharma and truth (Yudhishtar)
Someone who is as strong as great Hanuman (Bheema)
Someone who is a great archer like Brahmin Parushuram (the sixth avatar of Vishnu, Guru of Bhishma, Drona and Karna) (Arjuna)
Someone who is Exceptionally Handsome (Nakul)
Someone who is Extremely Tolerant and enduring (Sehdeva)

There is yet another very interesting version which is slightly different. Since she was not born of the womb, she was ‘Ayonija’. She’s born of the sacrificial fire, hence Agni Sambhuta. She had three previous births as mentioned by the various puranas: Maya Sita, Nalayani – wife of sage Maudgalya, and Indrasena – daughter of a King who ruled Varanasi.

In Draupadi’s previous birth as Nalayani she is married to an aged sage, Maudgalya, who is happy with her loyalty and grants her a boon by which he becomes young and both of them enjoy their youth taking different forms. Yet Nalayani’s lust is unquenched. The sage curses her that she will have her desires fulfilled only in her future births. Before she meditates and immolates herself, Lord Shiva appears to her while she utters ‘Patim dehi’ five times. Shiva grants her 5 husbands in her next birth.

The Dice Game and द्रौपदी का चीर हरण

In the great gambling (Dice) match Yudhisthira played at Hastinapura against his cousins, the Kauravas, and lost his all - his kingdom, his brothers, himself, and their wife Draupadi.

Draupadi who was menstruating at that time was in separate chambers. The custom in those days was so; when a queen was having her periods she was suppose to be in seclusion. She was to rest in separate chambers and not to see anyone. At that time she was clad in just one piece of cloth in her chamber. First a sentry was sent over to call her to the court. She refused to come to the court stating

"If my lord (Yudhishtar) did stake himself and become a slave, he could not wager me, for a slave owns neither his own life nor the life of another. Speak, therefore, unto my husband these words, and unto Duryodhana say: 'Draupadi hath not been won'."

That was when Duryodhana asked Dussasana to drag her to the court. Karana, Shakuni and Duryodhana call her a whore since she has five husbands. Dussasana dragged her by the hair into the pavilion before all the chieftains, and tauntingly told her that she was a slave girl, and had no right to complain of being touched by men. He also abused her, while Duryodhana invited her to sit on his thigh.

Dussasana attempts to disrobe her, but she prays to Krishna who mysteriously gives clothes to Draupadi and saved her from dishonour.

In another version it was Surya, the Sun god to saved Draupadi. Krishna of course did have a distinct role, but it was rather indirect, and also unknown to the humans, including Draupadi. Draupadi prayed to Krishna and Krishna asked her not to worry and pray to Surya. She didnt understand the connection, but nevertheless did as instructed. Anyway, with that Krishna left. Unknown to any human, he met the Sun god on his way back, and reproached him for having forgotten his debt to Draupadi, and not helping her at the time of her need. He reminded him that he had borrowed clothes from Draupadi in an earlier existence of hers, for the wedding of his son, Sani, and told him that the pay back time had come. Dussasana was trying to disrobe Draupadi and he should redeem his debt. The sun god instructed Chhaya (literally, “Shadow”) and Maya (literally, “illusion”) to dress Draupadi. Unseen by everyone including Draupadi, these two celestials kept dressing her, as Dussasana kept disrobing her.

As she rescued her hapless husbands from slavery , even the embittered Karna could not help exclaiming in admiration that none of the world’s renowned beautiful women had accomplished such a feat: like a boat she has rescued her husbands who were drowning in a sea of sorrows (Sabha 72.1-3).

being late.....being numb

2008-12-12T08:57:00.000-08:00

I am Late.

Well this is not the first time that I have been late. I have been late before.... actually many times..... But this is different.

My last post was on November, 24th, 2008. Everything was normal....you know like everyone wants things to be great in their lives....well the fact is that they just want things to be normal.

Normal is great.

So it was normal. Two birthdays were lined up. My Little Sister and my Mom. (November 26th and November 28th).... Even when a loved one is away, things can be normal. Because you know that you will eventually meet. This was the first time that my sister wasn't with me/us on her birthday. She was/is in UK. We called her, we wished her. Normal.... Love, a temporary separation.....phone calls, distance, different time zones ...

normal.....

You all know whats coming up next.....unfortunately those innocent people didn't....

I am late.

I am late in expressing my feelings (#$%@&*: I dont even know if that is the word I wanna use) for what happened in Mumbai on 26th November (and thereafter).

I am Late because I don't know what I should write about.

Veteran actor Anupam Kher hasn’t been able come to terms with the Mumbai terror attacks like any one of us. The actor has expressed his helplessness and anger at what happened in Mumbai.

In an interview to a news daily, the actor gushed “It left me numb, then angry and helpless.

In a similar fashion many other celebrities and known business leaders have reacted to the Mumbai terror attacks.

I am no celebrity.

"Normal" man is numb.

I feel like a failure..... because I try to write something intelligent here.... you know about politics, national security, armed forces, police...... but I can't....I just can't. I want to ...may be give some direction or...express my anger...but I can't.

My "words" and way too "normal".......

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More weddings

2008-11-24T10:42:00.000-08:00

I have never seen so many weddings in one go...... seriously in last three weeks I have attended close to seven weddings and related ceremonies....

I was away from work because of another wedding in the family...... but it was more fun because I knew more people and also because I was involved big time in this wedding..... I missed Cheena (my lil sis) because she is in London for a training program. actually she is just so much fun at Family functions and weddings..... we all missed her so much.

It was our fav. cousin's wedding..... she was really sad that Cheena was not here.... her younger sister was so upset, that she didn't even wanna steal the shoes at the wedding..... anyways.....we all were sad about her not being here..... but we had to live with it......

Even though we missed her terribly we made sure that we do everything possible to make this a memorable day for Ashu (the bride). I even got Mehndi done on my shoulder.....

here are some of the pics:

Mehndi Ki Raat, marriage season and unmarried guys

2008-11-10T11:35:00.000-08:00

The wedding season is here and WE are so charged up..... we are on a roll.... I have been going to all the weddings possible.....and drinking as much as possible since there is nothing much to do for guys.... I love it when they keep serving good snacks along with drinks....

There are too many weddings..... but the sad part is that I was not able to go for Aditya's wedding.... Oh... Capt. Aditya N. Kumar's wedding.... well it was in Dehradoon ..... and since I am the only one (in the family) who can drive a car.... I had to be here.... Aditya called me.... he was upset..... but main bhi to majboor tha......Dude.... Congratulations....

So there goes another one.... Now With Aditya getting married, all three of my friends from school are married.... and another fact.... all of it is "ARRANGED" stuff.... well ...oh there is another one ... Nishit... but he wasn't really my friend because of school....so anyways he is getting married in another week or so....

But as of now none of the official "GANG" members are married....

CEO: needs to earn more money (deals, more deals and yeah load shit money)... so may be 5 years....

Bobby Katyal: Well in a way he is still struggling with his childhood (thats probably true for a lot of people) anyways he will probably be married in another year or so.... basically whenever he is able to sort of the major crisis that involves "stapling" "filing" "delivering" shipments....

Tharki Dev: Well he was already engaged.... but apparently we feel that it's not going to work out... if it does....it's god's Grace

पौवा: "No liquor" has left him really depressed..... I don't see him married for another two years at least

thats it..... good nite!!

yeah.. shit happened... I lost my blog roll for no good reason....it's just not there ....wtf....i'l have to fix it... damn...

शुभ दीपावली

2008-10-23T10:24:00.000-07:00

अब दीपावली मैं ज्यादा दिन नहीं रह गए हैं। लेकिन मुझे लगता है की लोग शायद यह भूल गए हैं। आज जब मैं शाम को दफ्तर आ रहा था, मुझे सिर्फ़ दो या तीन घरों मैं ही रौशनी की सजावट दिखी।

अगर मेरी बात मानी जाए तो सब जगह, बाज़ार हो या घर, रौशनी ही रौशनी होनी चाहिए.....और वह भी कम से कम एक हफ्ते पहले से ही।

या तो लोग बहुत कंजूस हो गए हैं, या फिर वह आपने रोज्मर्रह के कामों मैं बहुत ही व्यस्त हो गए हैं। पिछले कुछ सालों से मैं यह देखता आ रहा हूँ की लोग अब सिर्फ़ दो या तीन दिन पहले ही रौशनी से घर को सजाते हैं और दीपावली के अगले ही दिन उन्हें उतार देते हैं। मुझे यह ठीक नहीं लगता।

दीपावली के दिन तो सब लोग ज्यादातर समय आपने आपने घरों मैं ही बिताते हैं। रौशनी से साजे हुए मोहल्ले को देखने का आनंद तो अन्य दिनों मैं अधिक होगा। अगर सब ही एक हफ्ते के लिए रौशनी करें, तो बहुत अछा होगा।

आप सबको दीपावली की हार्दिक शुभ्काम्नैयें।

A couple of people have requested me for a translation:

Basically I am just complaining and being grumpy about the fact that people don't decorate their houses with the lights for more than a couple of days..... I love colorful lights everywhere and on Diwali that combination of lights looks so alluring. But unfortunately I really can't go out so much on Diwali.....So I request everyone to put the light decoration on at least for a week....

Happy Diwali...

I am also adding a pic!!

शहरूख खान और तीन टाँग वाला बकरा

2008-10-13T08:16:00.000-07:00

While driving to work I saw this Circus poster on the crossing. It cracks me up totally. For those of you who can't read Hindi I am going to translate :

See a Three legged Buck (male goat)
Of Shahrukh Khan's Fame

Apollo Circus
Daily Three shows
Noida
Blah Blah

Of course they are referring to Shahrukh Khan's TV show "Circus"; But thats not really the part that cracks me up; It's the order of the content. I think it's really funny that in the first line they are mentioning the Three Legged "Bakara" and that is being followed by Shahrukh Khan (even though in a bigger font). Apparently they know that their major attraction is the poor three legged animal.......why exactly are they using SRK is beyond me......It's OK if you don't find it funny....btw I will go for this..... I have never been to be a circus.....

Love Tag by Keshi

2008-10-06T13:31:00.000-07:00

First things first: Please check pics from My Trip to Sangla Valley on my Photo Blog

http://akkipics.blogspot.com/

So I have to do this Love tag by Keshi. Actually I also need to complete a few other Tags.....I will do them..... I promise.... I am just slow with Tag's..... I actually am slow with pretty much everything (retard). You may think that, that "sucks"..... but then you should think of activities, where being "fast" and/or "quick" is not appreciated .....

Thanks Keshi for the Tag.....like with all my tags, I have this special Pic for this tag.... I call it the love tag....

1. If your lover betrayed you, what will your first thought be?

Honestly, I can’t say….. It’ll hurt but I really can’t say what my first thought would be…

2. If you can have a dream coming true, what would it be?

Don’t judge me people…. I want to be a billionaire…...or at least marry a billionaire’s daughter…..

3. What is the one thing most hated by you?

Fake people, Fake public figures, Fake smiling assholes…….. People who want to motivate you by “just” speaking and telling you “stuff”

4. What would you do with a billion dollars?

Is my dream coming truw…..OH MY GOD…. This works

5. Will you fall in love with your best friend?

Well never ever …… again (AAAWWWWWeeeeeeee) !!!

6. Which is more blessed, loving someone or being loved by someone?

To know Love, I think its important to love someone…..you can never appreciate love if you have never been in Love…. That’s my story……

7. How long do you intend to wait for someone you really love?

quite frank-fuckingly …..I am done…..

8. If the person you secretly like is already attached, what would you do?

wtf…..get over it…

9. If you like to act with someone, who will it be? Your gf/bf or an actress/actor?

Meryl Streep

10. What takes you down the fastest?

People trying to force “Morality”

11. How would you see yourself in ten years time?

Alive…

12. What's your fear?

Death and illness

13. What kind of person do you think the person who tagged you is?

Suave

14. Would you rather be single and rich, or married but poor?

Single and Rich

15. What’s the first thing you do when you wake up?

Have my Tea….. then there are bad days when I have to make my tea.

16. Would you give all in a relationship?

I have never been in a relationship….. Probably that says it all…. (aaawwwweeee…yaaaa…wtf)

17. If you fall in love with two people simultaneously, who would you pick?

it won’t be love…

18. Would you forgive and forget no matter how horrible a thing that special someone has done?

NO

19. If you get to go back in time and fall in love all over again, would it still be with the same person?

YES…I will quote from a post on my blog.

The time that I have been away from you I have learnt a lot of things too. I learnt about my mistakes. Not that I really care about them…..I would have still made those mistakes… because those mistakes got me closer to you. And then there were your mistakes…..or were they again my mistakes…that created the distance between us. Would I go back in time and change things?….a part of me wants to change it…. But then…I really don’t think I want things to change….the way I love you now….I never loved before…. I was selfish. I still am.

20. People I Tag:

I don't Tag anyone in Particular....Since I haven't yet completed their tags..... I throw it open for everyone/anyone who wants to do it...

Njoy yourself....

Blank Paper’s Itch

2008-09-30T14:10:00.000-07:00

This poem was written couple of years ago......

When I try to study
A blank paper, on a crossroad
Time eats me up as quicksand
I am volatile without a coffin

Fluttering eye and siesta in my veins
A night of pain
And a heart so distant
Too many pictures around
Portraits of strangers
And off season discounts
Flash through the whiteness
Of the blank paper
Stories, poems, songs, sketches
Memoirs and diary entries
Epistolary, novels and sonnets
So much and too many
All in my eyes or just the paper’s itch

I wait, I wait
To understand the mystery,
Of body and mind
Sex and love
Siamese twins

Ciphers disdain these questions
Some ambiguities can’t be deciphered
By a mere itch
Blank paper is just as susceptible
As a crossroad

Birthday Bash and Birthday Cakes

2008-09-24T08:01:00.000-07:00

So I celebrated my birthday by hosting a traditional roof top party. It was a fun party.....though I would have loved to party all night...... but not many people were willing to stay all night.

With each year passing by the number of candles really go up.......but with me it was even the number of birthday cakes..... I dissected four birthday cakes this year.

Now apparently people have changed their drinking habits. People who used to drink Beer asked for Scotch. And no one touched Bacardi (Rum). But anyways it all balanced out. No matter what happens we can never run out of booze at my party. I always have extra.....and additional extra......just in case people decide to get totally wasted...

Big news....

2008-09-12T07:43:00.000-07:00

Hello,

I haven't blogged in zillion years......I haven't been busy.....I haven't been lazy.... I have just been down. Yeah....when a guy like me is down.....he sits all day long watching movies/TV....he needs to get out of the city.....he researches about stupid trivia......

So last month we saw India's best ever performance at the Olympics. I was disheartened when Akhil Kumar lost..... but the fact is that I am in total awe of that guy.....he is awesome....

And of course Vijender Kumar is going to be pretty much everywhere. Everyone is running after him..... he totally deserves this...... but the fact is that things are going big for him only after he got a medal at Olympics....before Olympics also he was doing good.... he won medals at Commonwealth games and Asian Games. I just hope that things finally change for Boxing and boys at Bhiwani.

Bravo for Sushil Kumar

His Final match was such a treat for the eyes.....

So Big news for today:
What's that thing on my face.....my glasses..... so I finally got Specs... It's some stupid power..... but I was advised to wear anti glare.....I find it really weird.....Actually I think, I shouldn't even be wearing them.

It's just going to be one extra thing that I need to carry with me.... Now a person like me who wants the least amount of responsibility....I think it's just too much of a pressure.... Thats why I carry the cheapest possible mobile phone, because I am sacred that I'll just leave it somewhere. The weird part is that I haven't lost even a single mobile phone till now. Thats probably also because no one wants my cheap mobile. I hate carrying my wallet.....there was a time when it weighed "decent" but now it has become a lousy fat bitch.

This just tells me that i am not getting any younger......with my birthday around the corner....this is the last thing I needed.........but....whatever......

Against the odds: Indian Boxers: Akhil, Vijender and Jitender: Bhiwani Boxing Club

2008-08-15T13:20:00.000-07:00

Jai Hind: Happy Independence Day

I read this Amazing article about Vijender Kumar (Arjun Award winner).( Bhiwani Boxing Club)

Vijender Kumar, (born October 29, 1985) is an amateur boxer from India who has repeatedly medaled in international amateur tourtnaments and qualified for the 2008 Olympics.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/south_asia/7482661.stm

Tomorrow is his second Match at Beijing that will take him to the quarter finals:

Sat Aug 16

21:45

Men's Middle (75kg) Round of 16
CHOMPHUPHUANG Angkhan vs
KUMAR Vijender

We also have to watch out for another Match tomorrow: Jitender Kumar won the last match against MEMIS Furkan Ulas from Turkey.

http://olympics.timesofindia.indiatimes.com/Jitender_Kumar_enters_pre-quarters/articleshow/3355559.cms

Sat Aug 16

14:15

Men's Fly (51kg) Round of 16
DONIYOROV Tulashboy vs
KUMAR Jitender

Talking about Boxing Akhil Kumar won Men's Bantam (54kg) Round of 16 and now he is in quarterfinals. This is indeed a big achievement.

http://afp.google.com/article/ALeqM5hFCOQ9yj28XWMBcPZ2hsK0431IFQ

"BEIJING (Reuters) - Surprise package Akhil Kumar celebrated India's Independence Day by moving a win away from giving his country its first Olympic boxing medal on Friday.

After outboxing 2005 world silver medallist Ali Hallab of France in the first round, Kumar sent home Russia's world champion Sergey Vodopyanov, who was the favourite in the bantamweight class."

http://in.reuters.com/article/topNews/idINIndia-35023020080815

"I don't want silver or bronze," he warned. "Gold is my only target."

Bravo Akhil......I don't care about a medal....actually (honestly) I do..... but really that statement..... you are a winner dude....yeeeeeahhhhh

Please check out this news clip....it's amazing.....if you can check out the match...it's even more amazing.....cut throat ....

http://broadband.indiatimes.com/videoshow/3368888.cms

awesome ...awesome...awesome....

Please read this article of Bhiwani Boxing Club:

http://www.hindustantimes.in/StoryPage/StoryPage.aspx?id=1b17daaa-63a4-46cc-b815-dc4cd5502ca4

And of course Bindra!!!! I don't really need to write anything for him....

AAA ......08/08/08 ......all about it......

2008-08-08T07:29:00.000-07:00

So today is just another day....oh...yeah but It is Friday also.... and I am almost always happy on Fridays....the weekend is here..... god how much I love weekends......

And ..yeah the date is also a little freaky.....today is 08/08/08.... it really doesn't matter ..if you wanna use the dd/mm/yy format or mm/dd/yy format.....you are going to be safe today....Since I have been a victim of the date format fuck up.....I think this is a big deal.... this date format is responsible for couple of bounced checks and late payment fees....

Also Olympics have kick started today.....The Games carry a $43 billion price tag, dwarfing the previous record of $15 billion splashed out by Athens in 2004, sweeping thousands of people out of their homes to make way for a host of state-of-the art stadiums.

So I haven't been very active here for quite some time.... I guess its only fair to be back with some great news.....I was driving to work and I heard either RJ. Lokesh or RJ. Tuhin talking about Remake of Andaaz Apna Apna.

Amir Khan supposedly has approached Raj K. Santoshi for a remake of AAA. I am not really sure how many of you have seen this movie. This is the thing....I don't think that we should call it a great movie....that really doesn't justify it.... AAA is a genre in itself.... how do I praise the movie...I mean ..it's really difficult because everything about that movie is awesome....

Right from the beginning...it's a complete mind-boggling laughing riot....Not many people remember Juhi Chawla's or Govinda's guest appearance in AAA, but the fact is that even with just a minute (or two) of screen time Juhi Chawla was truly amazing. Since so much of consideration and thought was given for each and every aspect of the film...the comic timing, script, actor's chemistry......what we see on screen is pure fun....of course all of the main cast of the film was great.....I think this is Paresh Rawal's best performance in a comedy ever (no offense to Hera Pheri) ......now even though the following actors were playing a character role in the film they were a pure delight:

Late. Mehmood: Johnny (photographer)
Viju Khote: Robert
Shehzad Khan: Bhalla
Tiku Talsania: Inspector
Jagdeep : Salman's Dad
Daven Verma : Amir's dad
Shakti Kapoor: Crime Master Gogo: even though his screen time was limited he was nominated for a Filmfare award.

A lot of people treat AAA as a bench mark when it comes to Slapstick Comedy.

http://www.rediff.com/movies/2003/aug/11andaz.htm

"वाह वाह वाह ..क्या चहेरा है.....क्या थोबडा है....अपने ढंग का एक ही नमूना है"

"सुनो सुनो दुनिया के लोगों, सबसे बड़ा है Mr Gogo."

"तुम्हारे बारें में बहुत सारे गधे सोच रहे होंगे रवीना."

"तेजा मैं हूँ क्योंकी मार्क इद्धर है."

"चलो, चलो तीलू को डंडे मारने है."

"Sir, यह Vasco Da Gama के ज़माने की gun है."

"किसके मामा की?"

The pun in the Dialogues of the movie is hard hitting.....even though I have watched the movie like a zillion times.....It is still funny...actually sometimes it gets funnier.....I can watch it again and again......the fact that Aamir Khan might be producing the remake of this movie is very promising to me. Now I have always believed that "sequels are never bestsellers"....but I also have strong faith in the “perfection fanatical” Aamir Khan.

AAA has a strong cult following. People are madly in awe of this movie. You can even find videos on you tube of youngsters inacting scenes from AAA. I mean in college we use to do it at so many parties....even AAA lingo is also used a lot.....

Love, jogging, water, tears and "Mr. Cool

2008-07-23T07:07:00.000-07:00

So I come back again with Chungking Express!! I can't just get enough of this movie ..... I can watch it anytime.....Wong Kar Wai is God.....(and so is Sam Mendes... and Alan Ball)

So these pictures are from the first story in the Movie: Heartbroken Cop 223's Monologue (May is the name of the girl)....

Travel Blog: Some Amazing Pics

2008-07-22T09:30:00.000-07:00

A blog a day keeps the doctor away!!

http://www.amitdave.blogspot.com/

Njoy!!

Back and kicking!!

2008-07-10T06:50:00.000-07:00

So I am back from the trip....I'd gone to Thailand (I know again...It's like my 4th trip there in last five years) ..... Can't really help it.... I don't say that thats the best place for vacation ... but it's one of its
kinds.... and not just for dirty things.... Some of the beaches are AWE---some.....and food is amazing....

Talking about the plane... there were shaky moments... and whenever that happened....I was shit scared.... but anyways ...this is my technique ...to get drunk.... yeah... I get drunk on all my flights.... and thats not because I want to gulp down free liquor.... but then this is a short flight and you can't really drink that much....

Pattaya is hell-o-a party zone...its like party 24 by 7......365 days ..... This guy was going crazy with the bar girls... must be some kindda bet.... but he sure was rocking the party here ...

@ spa....I dunno who clicked it....

This time I actually wanted to see more parts of Pattaya, so I rented this scooty thingy..... this was the only color they had.....seriously..... and those were the only helmets available...

This my Saawariya pose at the pool.....lol

Victim of time

2008-07-01T08:19:00.000-07:00

(OK .... people I know I have been a lazy bumbitch.... and frankly speaking I wasn't even busy.....well…..I was a little bit ...planning a trip though.... So I already posted this poem on my poetry blog, but still I am posting it here: Hopefully I should be back in a week’s time unless some pilot decides to take a nap in the cockpit. Million other things can happen to a plane... but then I get scared anyways....always.....)

I think dying in a plane crash is really the worst kindda death….. but I think I am going to quote the closing monologue of American Beauty:

I had always heard your entire life flashes in front of your eyes the second before you die. First of all, that one second isn't a second at all, it stretches forever, like an ocean of time....for me, it was lying on my back at Boy Scout Camp, watching falling stars...and yellow leaves, from the maple trees that lined our street...Or my grandmother's hands, and the way her skin seemed like paper...and the first time I saw my cousin Tony's brand new Firebird. And Janie...and Janie. ..And…..Carolyn…. I guess I could be really pissed off about what happened to me...but it's hard to stay mad, when there's so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I'm seeing it all at once, and it's too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that's about to burst...and then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain. And I can't feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life... You have no idea what I'm talking about, I'm sure. But don't worry... You will someday.

How it passes

And what it does

To people

Once kids

Then boys and girls

Then men and women

The core

And the shell,

Question?

And silently answer, repel

Run and cry

Vision and then the eyes

It is named time

A futile power

A living dead

And a deceitful truth

They say

No point in holding on to it

Repeat and memorize

Daily once, twice, thrice

But Oh! The beauty

That passed by

Still blinks in my wet eyes

People named friends

Those days and trends

That garden and those benches

Still….. still….

A few certificates

Remind me of my victory

And their defeat

Prize money is all spent

That time is dead

Not even a year old

In this new world

Everybody inquires

Of my past life

And secretly laugh

When I turn my eyes

These photographs

Are deep

An ocean of time

Like two Samosa’s

Dipped in coconut chutney

Or a bottle of soft drink

That passed till last sip

See them

A lot more

Is beneath them

A tranquil layer of vodka,

Lime, ice and a pinch of salt,

The froth of beer,

Aroma of the coffee,

In million card houses.

Sound of music,

Debates on feminism,

Chains of smoke,

Libraries and their ambiance

Hugs and kisses,

Diary entries and dope,

Rushing to the college

To show what you wrote.

A car accident,

When we were broke.

Losing control, after 8 P.M

Sleeping in the girls’ room.

Rain in the desert,

Full moon in the bathtub,

The kurta with the shloks

The teachers who became friends,

That bonfire and the holy smoke

Ashes and dew drops

Think about them

So….. many

So many moments

Make these photographs

Always remember

It’s just me

Another victim of time

P.S: About the tags....I will do them once I am back....happy holidays to me ...so much tequila is waiting for me...

A Letter to X

2008-06-06T10:06:00.000-07:00

I don’t know what am I thinking and why am I writing this letter/email to you. It’s been a long time. So long that it kindda stopped aching. I mean not completely… but I guess it doesn’t hurt the same way as it used to. You know like when some part of the body becomes numb…like that…. only that it’s not really a body part. It’s the pain of numbness…..kindda…

For couple of years now we have lived a certain part of our respective lives in two different corners of a web…. I picked my corner…..not that you didn’t pick yours….but it was more like me picking a corner away from you….there was a time when we lived in the same corner….we picked that corner together…..corners get claustrophobic ….too much Love can suffocate….

Sometimes I dream about you….and I see you smiling….just the way you used to….I want to hold you in my arms and kiss you….but ……

When I pass through that restaurant, I kindda feel full …thinking about all our meals there….our corner table, where we sat each time….I wonder if you ever go there now…..I don’t…..

Your photographs sometimes find their way on my desktop…..I don’t know how….I touch them to feel you….then I close my eyes to see you….

Do you ever close your eyes like that to feel me?

What happened between you and me is our story. Everyone has “stories”. Some people sell them and some just tell them. Ours is not to sell, not to talk about. Though we have not talked to each other for couple of years, our lives are still connected. They will be connected for the rest of our lives. There was a time when I couldn’t imagine my life without you….I still can’t…..probably because a part of me still lives in the past. The past is not as dark as the present. Future really doesn’t exist, because I am constantly besieged between past and present.

How you loved to read the letters I wrote to you ….I know you still read them at night when you are alone….. Then I read some letters for you….the letters that I never sent you….I can never understand why I read those letters….I feel like I have committed a sin by not sending those letters to you….they have been written by me…. but they belong to you….. Are they technically still letters …. Even if they never went out in mail….

When I moved away I took some of your stuff with me. Heart works with its own logic…even “things” have certain amount of life…..they don’t just remind me of you, they help me in being away from you. I still celebrate your birthday, my own private party.

When I see you at crossroads sometimes, my soul darts towards you …. Embraces you…. Kisses you….makes love to you….on the crossroads…..I leave my soul there…..amidst its junctures of passion and scorching orgasms……..why should I punish my soul….it has suffered enough……abstinence doesn’t work for soul anyways……I wonder….I do wonder a lot…..

The time that I have been away from you I have learnt a lot of things too. I learnt about my mistakes. Not that I really care about them…..I would have still made those mistakes… because those mistakes got me closer to you. And then there were your mistakes…..or were they again my mistakes…that created the distance between us. Would I go back in time and change things?….a part of me wants to change it…. But then…I really don’t think I want things to change….the way I love you now….I never loved before…. I was selfish. I still am.

Tagged "Me"

2008-05-27T07:29:00.000-07:00

I have been TAGGED. This is the first time that I have been tagged and I am elated (Don't judge that by my pic: That is indeed my "Elated" look) about it.

Thanks to Tairebabs

These are the rules:

1. Link the person(s) who tagged you…Tairebabs

2. Mention the rules on your blog

3. Tell about 6 unspectacular quirks of yours...

4. Tag 6 following bloggers by linking them…

5. Leave a comment on each of the tagged blogger’s blogs letting them know they’ve been tagged...

Of my "Quirks"

Of Jeans and T shirts: I am most comfortable in Jeans and T shirts. That’s what I wear for work everyday. Formals make me drowsy and sluggish.... I also need my sports shoes with this.
Of "Bed Tea" and my "Chai": I love my bed tea....I can't really start my day without my cup of tea. And when I say tea...it has to be made the way "punjabi's" make their tea...It's essentially chai....it should have "cardamom" and sometimes I like it to have "ginger" too .....I hate tea with powdered milk and tea bags.....Most of the offices have the vending machines for such tea...I can never have that kindda tea....
Of Q-Tips: I am gonna take this one from Tairebabs.... because I suffer from the same....My ENT doc has told me not to use it, like I do.... but I guess I am just addicted....
Of my Photographs and Videos: OK when I say my photos, I really don't mean they all are mine (nature, friends, roads, pubs, college, school, graduation day, new jeans, birthday cakes, trips.....). Well I have a collection of Photos and Videos which I have collected over many years and I keep on clicking and adding stuff to it almost daily. This stuff is very personal and I browse through it almost daily. I keep three different back ups for it. Once I lost a bunch of my photographs because of a hard disk crash, I was really pissed. I almost wanted to smash my computer.
Of my time alone, hills and movies: Sometimes I get really sick and tired of the city life; then I just pack my bag and leave for the Hills. I don't need company for going to the hills. I have traveled alone a lot and I love it; because you are really not confined by anything. I like that feeling of doing "nothing"....unfortunately because of my job I really can't do that much.... but I still take out time to be alone…. I just switch off that damn cellphone. I also go to movies alone, but that’s also because I love movies more than anything in the world. I love going to Film festivals and watching any/every kindda movie. I have watched foreign language movies even without subtitles. I feel that there is something magical about celluloid!!
Of mixing drinks and parties: I love to play the host, even if it’s not my party. My close friends like it. But others hate it…..I don’t blame them. I love to mix drinks for everyone. I love to try/mix different kindda liqueurs, spirits, wines etc….I have my secret recipes…. I do drink a lot, but I also have this irrepressible desire to make drinks for people (and of course be appreciated). I kindda extract a creepy pleasure when I mix drinks for people who don’t drink alcohol (smartly altering their Mocktails into cocktails). As a matter of fact, some of them really liked my cocktails and started drinking them regularly.

What does that tell of me…..I don’t know…..?

Now I need to TAG six more bloggers by linking them, now some of them might have been tagged previously, but I guess I need to follow the rules:

Emaan : May be too young for quirks, but really doesn't matter...it should be fun: I love this Dude

Shatabdi!!

I guess I have done my bit!!

Diamonds are no friends......

2008-05-13T12:20:00.000-07:00

So it was Mothers day and I decide to go to a Jewellery store to get something for my Mom.

There are two such shops nearby my place; I just go there to check out what kind of stuff they have. I am there, checking out gold bangles, earrings and blah blah….. and this fat guy entered the shop.

I know this fat guy from my high school….I don’t know if he recognized me or not…not that we were ever friends…..he was may be three years junior to me…he was fat back in school too….and now he’s grown bigger. And me, well I was so skinny in school….really…but thanks to all the pizza’s and chicken cooked by Jose’s mom….I guess…. I am no longer skinny….damn I am getting carried away with school stuff…..lets get back to the shop.

A father and son duo runs this store. Old dude was attending to me and answering all my stupid questions. The fat guy walks up to the son, who was attending to a chick.

“Excuse me, can you help me out here….I have a small question”

This young guy asks him to wait…of course the fat guy needs to wait….the “son” was chatting (and showing rings) to this hot chick!!

The girl left in a few minutes. I was still looking at different stuff, wondering if I should really buy something, because no matter what it is, quite frankly my mom would want to exchange it.

“Yes sir, how can I help you” the young guy asked the fat guy.

“Oh … we found this in my mother’s safe….and apparently we don’t know what it is? “ He took out a “sparkling thing” from a faded envelope and handed it over to the young guy.

“I will check it for you, sir”

The young guy takes out some kind of instrument to test this thing. While he was performing this check, his father also got fascinated by what his son was doing and completely stopped answering my equally fascinating dumb questions. I was really pissed.

And I got all the more pissed when the young guy tells the fatso that, that “thing” is a “diamond”. Honestly I just caught a glimpse of that “Sparkling Thing” it was huge…..I have absolutely no knowledge about diamonds…. But if that thing is indeed a diamond….It’s a Fuc#$%& jackpot for that fatso…..there was a turmoil in my head….. May be I should go home and check some murky locker at my place….what the F&*^ ….. May be…. even my grand parents must have buried some “diamond, emerald, ruby” damn something…some precious stone …..Somewhere ……

Seriously, the old dude almost had a heart attack…..he was staring at the “diamond” like a zombie!! He completely ignored me……. That fatso and his fat “Diamond” completely shattered my existence. The fat guy asked the young guy about the approximate price of the diamond. The young guy told him that, it’s probably gonna be worth at least 4-5 lacs (Rupees).

The “mean” devil inside me wanted to smash all three of them and run away with the “diamond”. But this old dude’s zombie look was really creepy and scared the shit out of me. I walked out.

I walked over to this other shop which was very close to the previous one. I was still pissed and a part of my mind was still quarrelling with the “all mighty”. This shop was a little bit bigger than the other one. This one dude started showing me bangles, earrings and other stuff.

In like two minutes, the fat guy walks in here too.

NOW…..If there would have been a pisso-meter or some kindda gadget to measure my intensity of frustration, it would have exploded in all likelihood. I so wanted to slap this fatso…… and tell him to go and join a gym….may be go jogging….. or stop eating …..whatever…..do something meaningful in his sad/fat life …..And for Pete’s sake…he should stop following me from one shop to another with his fat diamond, which quite frankly was making me feel so minuscule.

I swear, but somehow the fat guy looked bigger to me. I mean it felt like he gained couple of kilos just because of the jackpot euphoria. He went over to the other counter and asked the same thing to the guy at the counter.

The guy at the counter took the “Diamond” in his hand ….just looked at it with his naked eye and said “Sir this is just ‘American Diamond’ you know Zircon”

I don’t know shit about diamonds…this is just gibberish for me….but still……somehow life was looking good again!! There was Hope……God was not trying to tell me that I am his nastiest creation!! I wanted to “salute” the guy at the other counter.

The guy at the counter added “This is probably worth Rs 150-200”

I was elated……the “devil” inside me wanted to set the fat guy in the school auditorium and tag him “JACK-ASS” ………

I knew pretty well that there is a possibility that this guy was wrong and that was indeed a real Diamond. But I wanted to end the story there. So I walked out…. yet again.

P.S: My mom is very “picky”; she “condemns” pretty much everything, even the things that she herself selects. So I guess I will just take her to the store and whatever she wants to buy……I love her though!! Also I "don't have no" intentions to offend/ridicule people are over weight. (“Fiction without any Friction”……please....peace)

in the balcony

2008-05-05T15:22:00.000-07:00

We live different lives and we also live our lives in different rooms/houses/buildings. How does it feel to go back to your first home? Well you need to feel it to know it.

Yesterday I went to Kalkaji (DDA Flats) with mummy and saw the flat which was my first home. Mom wanted to go and meet her old friend Baby (I know too many Punjabi Aunties called Baby). Though she lives in Mumbai she was here visiting her father. Of course I was a toddler when we stayed there, but there was a weird familiarity with that place. I felt very comfortable there. I don’t know ….

It seemed like a metaphorical womb. It was strange to be there after so many years. But for my mom it was a lot more… She seemed thrilled…excited …I dunno…. I mean I was excited and all, but I had nothing to go back to…..you know like when I visited our house in Agra almost after 12 years (or my school in Agra) I had memories…. And there were so many of them, in all different colors and stories…. So much of “nostalgia”….

When she was standing outside, in the balcony, I swear I saw her trying to do away with her tears. I guess a lot was going on in her mind at that moment…memories of Vinny growing up and then me as a new born baby. All that time she spent alone in that flat, all the time she might have spent waiting for Papa.

It would have been too much of “nostalgia” for her; it was that time when we didn’t have a phone (Not that she could have called back home too often any which ways: STD Calls were too expensive back in 80’s). I know for sure that Papa must have been late everyday. Damn…that time must have been quite tough for her …all alone in this new city with us little devils... I guess that’s when she became friends with Baby Aunty and got cozy with the rest of her family too….I know, I am what I am because of what happened in her life….I wouldn’t have been here, if some other man would have been in her life. I mean it would have been some other damn sperm. But then it wouldn’t have been about me (it’s not about me anyways right now)…. How her life would have been then? Happier? It’s hard to say…..very hard indeed!!

While Baby Aunty was in the Kitchen preparing Chai, Mummy was in the balcony….. Perhaps in the flashback living through those seconds, minutes, hours, days she spent waiting for Daddy. She had no idea about the other woman then. Now, the fact that the only man she ever “loved” disgraced that relationship, sucks. She hates him now.

Be it a man or a woman, everyone wants to cherish each moment of their love life and take it to their grave. But mom really doesn’t have any of those memories…..it really doesn’t matter that we are doing pretty good as a family now (with Papa gone)…..She probably stands in the balcony thinking about all those years she spent raising three kids ....without much help from her husband. I wanted to go out in the balcony and ask her what she was thinking about…. But I just couldn’t….I don’t know why…..

From Drafts 1

2008-05-05T10:49:00.000-07:00

saved in drafts.....part 1 (nothing more to write)

Me and my buddies have been watching movies almost every weekend over couple of months. Seems like we have had our bit of the booze and parties and now we want to watch movies for some time.

So we have been friends for centuries now and we don't even question if someone makes a plan. I would call it "understanding" so the understanding amongst us is great. I know that my buddy "CEO" will watch only a comedy film. And that's why I would never ask him to watch any other kind of movie.

Honestly when CEO calls me up and its Saturday night (blah, blah...) we glance through Delhi Times to check out what movies are playing..... So we see this "Mr White, Mr Black" or "Mr Black, Mr White" playing on Spice....Its Arshad Warsi and Suniel Shetty..... we cant really think of anything better to do..... so we decide to drive up to Spice and watch this movie. While लाला (3rd buddy of mine) is still stuck in his stupid office....(yeah that dude works on Saturday too.....and its damn 10:00 PM)..... we head for Spice. We buy three tickets, hoping that लाला will join us, but he is tired as always and wants to go home to his mummy and daddy, eat and sleep. It doesn't matter, we will still charge लाला.

Sometimes you have expectations from a movie and it fails to live up to those expectations...... here it was a totally different story..... we hardly had any expectations out of this movie.... And I am that guy who goes to all foreign film festivals watching movies even of they don't have subtitles. I have never walked out off a theater

from Chungking Express

2008-05-02T15:05:00.000-07:00

“Knowing someone doesn’t mean keeping them…….. People Change…….a person may like pineapple today…..and something else tomorrow” : Chungking Express

“If memories could be canned…would they also have expiry dates…. If so, I hope they last for centuries” : Chungking Express

Love song in a compartment

2008-05-02T13:34:00.000-07:00

A body already naked
Undresses the other
Hands caress and fondle
Bodies embrace and touch
Lips crave for more
Sensuality drives the moves
Passion triggers the ooze

A crumbled sheet and soul
Disheveled hair and naughty jokes
Someone’s lost eternal love
Few magical moments
Under merchant’s nose

“Kiss me on the navel”
Whispered someone
The head slithered a little lower

Where is that chocolate cake?
That box of candles
And that private birthday party

It gets little cramped
Legs need to go higher
But we can moan as much
The engine is moaning too
Acceleration stimulates our orgasm

Sound of Waves

2008-05-01T14:44:00.000-07:00

"She" told me once that "she" finds the sound of waves therapeutic. "She" would sit/lie on beach listening to this eternal music for hours. "She" always wanted a house next to a beach.

मेरे यार की शादी है ......

2008-04-30T10:21:00.000-07:00

Well.... I just got off the phone .... and have I got News?...... It's more than that.....It's really huge.... I never thought this will actually happen one day ...... but then whatever I think about, really happens the other way....so my good friend from College Aman called me up WOOOOF … he said he has a good news…... he is getting married......actually I should say "he is getting married too"

So what’s the story.... You guys might have experienced similar stuff.... two weeks ago my best buddy from School got married, then another friend of mine got married last week. I was involved in all the hulla gulla of the weddings.....my sister was also there and she tells me that she thinks its the right time for her to get married.

I don't know what to say but....Well now she's been in a relationship for last three years and whenever I have tried to talk to her about getting married she has given me a weird cold look...which is her way of saying "NO". I talked to her about this only few months ago and she gave me that cold look. And now just because we are at a wedding she is telling me that she wants to get married. ah... well .... Its kindda funny....

So basically now I am at that stage of my life when I realize that everyone around me is getting married (or is already married); Knowing exactly how my system functions....I am gonna be having really stupid dreams about weddings now.... really, I can see it: well something like me riding naked on the घोड़ी that is apparently dressed as a groom ...... or standing alone in a wedding पंडाल ......

Everyone else getting married is OK....because at that time I could tell myself ..."dude ...you are OK....all by yourself.....Look at Aman, he is pretty much the same age as you...... and there is no fucking way that he is gonna get married for at least another 5-7 years.....be single ... thats good" .......But with Aman getting married ...... I am gonna have to come up with another explanation.... but quite honestly he was my only buddy, I pretty much believed will be single at least for another 5-7 years....

Just today I was talking to this girl I know from my previous workplace. We started talking about marriage again... seems like thats the hot topic......

Of all the people Aman is getting Married ..... Aman Rai getting married even before the girls from our college group is indeed a news. I happy for the guy...... Congrats Aman

But I still think somehow ....everyone is trying to fool me ......it can be a big joke..... or may be this is just a dream........

Impromptu act

2008-04-30T09:20:00.000-07:00

Just then

When I thought it was time,

And me sulked enough

And me smile

For eternal pain over

All me said and all me done

And all my audience passed by

I get my act back,

Me a star, oh! Showbiz throws me back up

I am sad again

I cry again

It’s show time again!!

Wax that melts and drips

And waves that hit the sand

Act for that moment

Call it lust, call it an affair

It ceases as another one emerges

Short lives and short stories

Hearts are crazy machines

And brains make them worse

Humans just can’t get it right

We love drama

All showcased and glossy

Intermissions squeezed in, with popcorn and colas

Just in case they last forever

Don’t I love coming back

And cry over and over

Same bestsellers

Is it just because it’s easy

Or may be its too difficult

Of addictions.....

2008-04-29T10:11:00.000-07:00

Sitting in a room

I wonder and still wonder

It gives me goose bumps

And I turn deaf

To the sounds around

Have I lived my life yet?

Did I dream last night?

I am an addict

I am bonded

I am a slave

And I cry over my love

Fake orgasms

And Victorian mannerisms

I sit and relax

Watch the head going up and down

The captain of the ship

Drives me to a lonely island

Celluloid maddens me

And I sit fingers crossed

And eyes wide open

I need to kill a few animals

Nerves in my brain

And those in my legs

Entangled computer wires

All look the same

Old Postcards: Street in Bangkok

2008-04-29T09:53:00.000-07:00

Chungking Express

2008-04-28T14:08:00.000-07:00

http://www.lovehkfilm.com/reviews_2/chungking_express.htm

2008-04-28T13:58:00.000-07:00

I came back yesterday,

Scarred all over

The roads pitied me

And the stars

Seduced me

Unheard songs

And aching eyes

Flashing lights

All tried

Briskly touched my soul

And passed by

All names

Still fragile

Mirror and glass

And that paper pile

Reminiscent of a number

in an old Hospital file

Charcoal path and concrete sides

Ask me to be alive

“Go and get a life”

Technology web,

A moralistic site

Like a walk through

An electronic circuit

Chips made hospitable

Trying to match up frequencies and signals

Godot’s rule and

We self execute our

Death programs

And enjoy

Those very sit-coms

Over house popcorn

A few lines written by me on the Copy Aid in my office

2008-04-28T13:27:00.000-07:00

They said kill the man

Who breathes and

Drinks and walks and

Sometimes loves “self”

The bodies of those

Dead, stink and

Sometimes question, “god”.

They the gods

Witness and gossip

Eat the flesh

Still insane and still

Running the asylum.

Blank paper’s itch

2008-04-28T12:54:00.000-07:00

When I try to study

A blank paper, on a crossroad

Time eats me up as quicksand

I am volatile without a coffin

Fluttering eye and siesta in my veins

A night of pain

And a heart so distant

Too many pictures around

Portraits of strangers

And off season discounts

Flash through the whiteness

Of the blank paper

Stories, poems, songs, sketches

Memoirs and diary entries

Epistolary, novels and sonnets

So much and too many

All in my eyes or just the paper’s itch

I wait, I wait

To understand the mystery,

Of body and mind

Sex and love

Siamese twins

Ciphers disdain these questions

Some ambiguities can’t be deciphered

By a mere itch

Blank paper is just as susceptible

As a crossroad