This was one of those classic days when I wonder what karam I did in the last janam to deserve such a treatment at God's hands. I mean, sit inside a taxi and get stuck in a horrible traffic jam. Sit inside an auto and roam around for change, and in doing so, take an hour to travel a distance normally traversed in 30 mins. Raise my hands in despair and hear the thud of my hand hitting the ceiling fan. Ouch. Walk out of the office and get drenched in the rain that started barely a few minutes back. Choose local trains to reduce travel time, and encounter a fully packed bogie.
Sometimes life just seems to fail me. It feels like the happy things I think about when I go to sleep are a mirage. And the day after tomorrow, that mirage will fade away in the coldness of things.
Why? Why me? I ask.
I think its the typical human tendency. Selective Amnesia. I have forgotten all the times when I have felt at the top of the world. And I have been blessed. Very well, indeed. But God has this habit of poking a needle into the expanding balloon of expectations.
Sometimes, I do indeed deserve to be treated better. Hai na?
Tujhse naraaz nahi zindagi,
hairaan hoon mein,
hairaan hoon mein
Tere massoom sawalon se,
pareshan hoon mein...
Bas. Bahut ho gaya. Baki gana radio per suno.
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
And again, and again...
Hmm. Hamare ghar mein, whatever be the size of the problem, the solution comes in BIG size. So for killing a cockroach ka bachcha, we have to buy one bottle of HIT. That kid cockroach now playing with apsaras, the HIT bottle is lying unused. Same with a lot of other things. Why doesn't everything come in satchet?
Of late, I have been reading some interesting stuff. I have subscribed to a few newsletters ( Daniel Primack - PE Wire, and PV Sahad). I also read about second life and wanted to try it out, but downloading it using a data card takes longer than I can wait for it. I bought a book (ghissu wali book hai, naam mat poochna!) and try to read it. I have printouts of a puzzle that I try once in a while.
Meanwhile, the only thing in our house higher than my tall room mate is the stack of our dirty clothes! I hate to wash dirty linen (in public or otherwise) but I guess I am left with no other option!
I have a lot of catching up to do. Waise, in the maze of world wide (spider web), a certain arachnid girl chose to call me chotu. Now, I am taller than the average Indian male. Am old enough to be called uncle by college going girls - but I don't need any black colored dye, thank you! It feels kind of weird. First I can't place you, and then you call me something more suited to two year olds. . . Kaun ho bhayeee?
Yaar yeh internet per dost banane ka chakker bahut ajeeb hai. Kind of like, raaste mein jo mila uske gale lag liye. Khair, not that I have not used internet/chat to my advantage, but I never quite understood the concept very well.
Chalo, abhi sone ka time hai. Darshak log yeh gana sunein...
Likhe jo khat tujhe, woh teri yaar mein,
hazaron rang ke sitare ban gaye...
Of late, I have been reading some interesting stuff. I have subscribed to a few newsletters ( Daniel Primack - PE Wire, and PV Sahad). I also read about second life and wanted to try it out, but downloading it using a data card takes longer than I can wait for it. I bought a book (ghissu wali book hai, naam mat poochna!) and try to read it. I have printouts of a puzzle that I try once in a while.
Meanwhile, the only thing in our house higher than my tall room mate is the stack of our dirty clothes! I hate to wash dirty linen (in public or otherwise) but I guess I am left with no other option!
I have a lot of catching up to do. Waise, in the maze of world wide (spider web), a certain arachnid girl chose to call me chotu. Now, I am taller than the average Indian male. Am old enough to be called uncle by college going girls - but I don't need any black colored dye, thank you! It feels kind of weird. First I can't place you, and then you call me something more suited to two year olds. . . Kaun ho bhayeee?
Yaar yeh internet per dost banane ka chakker bahut ajeeb hai. Kind of like, raaste mein jo mila uske gale lag liye. Khair, not that I have not used internet/chat to my advantage, but I never quite understood the concept very well.
Chalo, abhi sone ka time hai. Darshak log yeh gana sunein...
Likhe jo khat tujhe, woh teri yaar mein,
hazaron rang ke sitare ban gaye...
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Jaane kitne dinon ke baad,
Gulley mein aaj Chand nikla... or so goes the popular song.
Well, Janey kitne dinon ke baad, I hope, our housemaid will come for her chores. Its a pity how we have begun to depend on her. A few days of her absence have thrown our lives into a wild (and stinky and dirty) gear. Meanwhile, I am going through a long and deep ritual called life. Interspersed are those beautiful days called weekends, when I ketch up with Strato. Pre-Monday blues start on Sunday and the weekend spirit fills the air on Thursday night! Effectively, its a 4.5 day week. In a format borrowed from Chashmish, I will just jot down what I have been going through:
-clearly, I have acquired this habit of trying to fit every kind of written expression into bullets.
-I have begun to appreciate how missing out small details can lead to big errors. All my life, I have been known for making silly stupid mistakes. Forgetting people's names, adding instead of subtracting, confusing people's gender in the most awkward of situations, blurting out replies that dazed the audience and portrayed me as possessing an IQ level equaled only by Mallika, Paris and Pamela.
-I have been earning money now, and spending it as well. On flights, clothes and food mostly. Am going to splurge on buying gifts for people in a short while. A month back, I bought my first Swarovski. Can't describe in words how proud I felt of myself!
-I have been drawing up a lot of dreams, and intend to follow those up. I wonder how I can go on living my life, wondering once every fifth second whether I really want to keep on living the way I am.
-What makes people jealous? Which sinister chemical is it? Mujhe naam batao, mein uska khoon pee jaunga. What makes people lie? Us chemical ko to mein kachcha chaba jaunga.
-Love is not enough to live life with. You need cereals, milk, egg, bread, butter, a housemaid, laptop, cellphone and soan papdi as well.
-Sometimes, I really wish I could control the way I react to things. My own behavior at times makes me feel like a stranger to myself. How convoluted, hai na? But who do you complain to about yourself? Except yourself!
And so it has been pronounced. The maid ain't coming. In two days, the police will come because the neighbors will complain of the foul smell. My deodrant bottle will be used up in cleaning up the air here. There will be no more clothes to wear and I shall have to stay indoors. The Rin sales agent will request us to buy a bucket full of their stuff. Life will come to a standstill.
Zinda rahe doston and yarron,
to fir milenge.
Hum is baat se darte hue,
har roz sote hain,
wapis subeh jagenge
to gulistan nahi milega
kaddu hain hum
watan hai
ek gulistan hamara. . .
Well, Janey kitne dinon ke baad, I hope, our housemaid will come for her chores. Its a pity how we have begun to depend on her. A few days of her absence have thrown our lives into a wild (and stinky and dirty) gear. Meanwhile, I am going through a long and deep ritual called life. Interspersed are those beautiful days called weekends, when I ketch up with Strato. Pre-Monday blues start on Sunday and the weekend spirit fills the air on Thursday night! Effectively, its a 4.5 day week. In a format borrowed from Chashmish, I will just jot down what I have been going through:
-clearly, I have acquired this habit of trying to fit every kind of written expression into bullets.
-I have begun to appreciate how missing out small details can lead to big errors. All my life, I have been known for making silly stupid mistakes. Forgetting people's names, adding instead of subtracting, confusing people's gender in the most awkward of situations, blurting out replies that dazed the audience and portrayed me as possessing an IQ level equaled only by Mallika, Paris and Pamela.
-I have been earning money now, and spending it as well. On flights, clothes and food mostly. Am going to splurge on buying gifts for people in a short while. A month back, I bought my first Swarovski. Can't describe in words how proud I felt of myself!
-I have been drawing up a lot of dreams, and intend to follow those up. I wonder how I can go on living my life, wondering once every fifth second whether I really want to keep on living the way I am.
-What makes people jealous? Which sinister chemical is it? Mujhe naam batao, mein uska khoon pee jaunga. What makes people lie? Us chemical ko to mein kachcha chaba jaunga.
-Love is not enough to live life with. You need cereals, milk, egg, bread, butter, a housemaid, laptop, cellphone and soan papdi as well.
-Sometimes, I really wish I could control the way I react to things. My own behavior at times makes me feel like a stranger to myself. How convoluted, hai na? But who do you complain to about yourself? Except yourself!
And so it has been pronounced. The maid ain't coming. In two days, the police will come because the neighbors will complain of the foul smell. My deodrant bottle will be used up in cleaning up the air here. There will be no more clothes to wear and I shall have to stay indoors. The Rin sales agent will request us to buy a bucket full of their stuff. Life will come to a standstill.
Zinda rahe doston and yarron,
to fir milenge.
Hum is baat se darte hue,
har roz sote hain,
wapis subeh jagenge
to gulistan nahi milega
kaddu hain hum
watan hai
ek gulistan hamara. . .
Tuesday, July 10, 2007
Radio kharab hai...
And just when I thought I could eat tonnes and tonnes of food without the slightest worry of gaining weight, I was proven wrong.
You know, there are many reasons why one should avoid eating good food.
-it is a bad thing to get used to (apart from mom, tea, liquour-type things and sleeping pills). phir jab achcha khana nahi milta to dil mein aur pet mein, donon jagah barabar dard hota hai.
-you have to spend more on new clothes as your older ones start to become too tight for your expanding girth. Not only that, the new clothes have to cover more surface area and hence they are costlier. However, that logic definitely does not apply to girls on screen, otherwise the Mallikas of the world would get their clothes for free (or almost, same difference!).
-morning walks are not a reliable means to tackle this heavy menace. On the day of your first morning walk, you sing 'jhoom barabar jhoom' in your office after lunch. And organize a labour strike asking a siesta break of 1 hour post lunch. On the second day, you decide to sleep a little longer in the morning(and everyone knows what that means!)
-you turn around to see who is following you and it turns out that it was your bum which, like the Hutch wala kutta, follows wherever you go
-a few seconds before you reach a place, you pot belly is already there.
-tying the knots of your own shoes will become impossible. And a lot of other aspects of your life will be affected beyond repair. Ab details mat poochna.
-you will become the favorite target of bhookhe bhediye machchars who will suck all the blood, for which you had to do the mehnat of eating and chewing. These machchars, the have such a easy, albeit somewhat short and snappy, life. Hai na?
But before all these nightmares haunt me, let me have my mouthful of sohanpapdis and all the sweet desi ghee filled sweets. Its such an irony, all the most desirable things come with disclaimers.
Strato has finally found her sweet abode. Many thanks to almighty God.
Many thanks to silent supporters and other people. I received a scrap with very kind words.
Thanks people :-)
You know, its a very tough war, this war against sloth. And those 5 more minutes of sleep that always lasts an hour and sends all your appointments (morning walk among other things) to hell shall always remain a mystery. Its easy to come back from office, watch TV and sleep. But the thought that there are at least some more computers where this web page will be opened (and read, hopefully) keeps me going.
Bas, aaj koi gana nahi bajega. Radio kharab hai.
You know, there are many reasons why one should avoid eating good food.
-it is a bad thing to get used to (apart from mom, tea, liquour-type things and sleeping pills). phir jab achcha khana nahi milta to dil mein aur pet mein, donon jagah barabar dard hota hai.
-you have to spend more on new clothes as your older ones start to become too tight for your expanding girth. Not only that, the new clothes have to cover more surface area and hence they are costlier. However, that logic definitely does not apply to girls on screen, otherwise the Mallikas of the world would get their clothes for free (or almost, same difference!).
-morning walks are not a reliable means to tackle this heavy menace. On the day of your first morning walk, you sing 'jhoom barabar jhoom' in your office after lunch. And organize a labour strike asking a siesta break of 1 hour post lunch. On the second day, you decide to sleep a little longer in the morning(and everyone knows what that means!)
-you turn around to see who is following you and it turns out that it was your bum which, like the Hutch wala kutta, follows wherever you go
-a few seconds before you reach a place, you pot belly is already there.
-tying the knots of your own shoes will become impossible. And a lot of other aspects of your life will be affected beyond repair. Ab details mat poochna.
-you will become the favorite target of bhookhe bhediye machchars who will suck all the blood, for which you had to do the mehnat of eating and chewing. These machchars, the have such a easy, albeit somewhat short and snappy, life. Hai na?
But before all these nightmares haunt me, let me have my mouthful of sohanpapdis and all the sweet desi ghee filled sweets. Its such an irony, all the most desirable things come with disclaimers.
Strato has finally found her sweet abode. Many thanks to almighty God.
Many thanks to silent supporters and other people. I received a scrap with very kind words.
Thanks people :-)
You know, its a very tough war, this war against sloth. And those 5 more minutes of sleep that always lasts an hour and sends all your appointments (morning walk among other things) to hell shall always remain a mystery. Its easy to come back from office, watch TV and sleep. But the thought that there are at least some more computers where this web page will be opened (and read, hopefully) keeps me going.
Bas, aaj koi gana nahi bajega. Radio kharab hai.
Thursday, July 05, 2007
Cool gang and more...
ADNM - She is one of those rare people to have so many alphabets in her character. A frequent ex-work -companion with resemblance to Ninja turtle when happy and a golu fish when unhappy, breaker of many a heart in college, sentimental (meaning both senty and mental), quick like a rat, possessing a keen sense of saying the right words and choosing the right moments, the hidden delta function of TQ and much more, enough to fill many blog servers.
AnSi - The inspiration for the latest addition to OED - 'pedophile', his love(carnal, platonic or otherwise) for trees and trekking, razor sharp comments, bright prospects at a career in driving (taxis and autos), the soft (and dirty?) side of his personality, feelings for a certain girl one year above his stature, a nickname which stuck to him very well and fondness for a certain Mr Resham-miya are all too well known.
GauK - May Lord save me from his stinking jokes. A distinct way of saying 'Ta Da Dum Pum', the ter-ter jokes, annoying but haunting repartee, aversion to hygiene in any form, love of beer and many more memories still linger on while the man himself inhabits the galis of Gurgaon and instigates the kalis of Gurgaon.
JoX - He croons when he croons, and junta swoons. People are fazed not just by his heavy character. He has An appetite for tasty food, talent for acting, knowledge of eating joints,love for bikes, bad luck with being 'kabab mein haddi', and so on.
MonK - Acronyms can be poor reflections for people's characteristics. A heart of gold can be hidden by hands that pat and slap with alarming frequency! God knows I can't write anymore than this, for fear of life and more!
NiRa - He has featured before, as the CoffeeMate! He is my room mate and I refuse to reveal insider details except his love for milk and a generous heart.
Shawa - She belongs to the queendom of Jallandhar and Patiala. The one to evoke a riot among the turbaned lot with her 'adayein', this one has broken many a record on hygiene. Scared of lizards, fond of kids, storehouse of secrets, a fine example of chupee-huee-rustam, student of the TQ department, a proud mausi and a dear friend. Need I say more?
Shsh - Her stature is a poor proxy for her sharp wit and high TQ sense. Her hallmarks include deep Marathi instincts, love for fish, bikes and adventure, eagerness to be part of many things (and the capability as well), pokey but welcome nose and 'patli kamar' by her own confession.
That I wrote so many words can only mean two things - I am missing the good ol' days and I have more time than work.
Phir kya ho kya khabar,
dekha hai kisne kal...
AnSi - The inspiration for the latest addition to OED - 'pedophile', his love(carnal, platonic or otherwise) for trees and trekking, razor sharp comments, bright prospects at a career in driving (taxis and autos), the soft (and dirty?) side of his personality, feelings for a certain girl one year above his stature, a nickname which stuck to him very well and fondness for a certain Mr Resham-miya are all too well known.
GauK - May Lord save me from his stinking jokes. A distinct way of saying 'Ta Da Dum Pum', the ter-ter jokes, annoying but haunting repartee, aversion to hygiene in any form, love of beer and many more memories still linger on while the man himself inhabits the galis of Gurgaon and instigates the kalis of Gurgaon.
JoX - He croons when he croons, and junta swoons. People are fazed not just by his heavy character. He has An appetite for tasty food, talent for acting, knowledge of eating joints,love for bikes, bad luck with being 'kabab mein haddi', and so on.
MonK - Acronyms can be poor reflections for people's characteristics. A heart of gold can be hidden by hands that pat and slap with alarming frequency! God knows I can't write anymore than this, for fear of life and more!
NiRa - He has featured before, as the CoffeeMate! He is my room mate and I refuse to reveal insider details except his love for milk and a generous heart.
Shawa - She belongs to the queendom of Jallandhar and Patiala. The one to evoke a riot among the turbaned lot with her 'adayein', this one has broken many a record on hygiene. Scared of lizards, fond of kids, storehouse of secrets, a fine example of chupee-huee-rustam, student of the TQ department, a proud mausi and a dear friend. Need I say more?
Shsh - Her stature is a poor proxy for her sharp wit and high TQ sense. Her hallmarks include deep Marathi instincts, love for fish, bikes and adventure, eagerness to be part of many things (and the capability as well), pokey but welcome nose and 'patli kamar' by her own confession.
That I wrote so many words can only mean two things - I am missing the good ol' days and I have more time than work.
Phir kya ho kya khabar,
dekha hai kisne kal...
How Time Flies by
How time flies by! Only bats brimming with Glucon D can fly faster.
"Yeh duniya ke sabse tez udne walon mein se ek hai" - in the typical (and soft) Discovery Channel style.
I have become a regular office goer - 'daftar wala babu' as my sister chose to call me. Hmm. And an epitome of laziness and sloth as well. I mean, I work when I work, but it is not often that I work.
In the loooooooooong period that has passed by since I last posted anything new on this blog, numerous heart and teeth shattering things have happened. People have lost valuable stuff, and that includes trust in the naive assumption that the world is one nice place.
In fact, I guess it is a lesson learnt the real hard way. When we are in college, everything in life seems so hunky dory. The maximum trouble one faces is deciding what to do with free time, how to avoid the prying neighbours and suspecting security guards and in the worst case, somehow staying awake through a dose of lectures. Some profs in my college are ambassadors for sleeping pills.
I have finally stabilized in a rented home. Shudder. Mumbai real estate is a real pagalkhana. So many people paying so much money for a place which gets filled with drainage water. Dingy, rickety, claustrophobic houses being sold at terribly high rates.
Another indication of mehengai is the price of mangoes here. Contrast with Lucknow where, right at this moment, one gets fine dussehri mango for Rs 14 a kg. Ok lets make it 20. And in Mumbai, at that price point, I guess one can only manage to buy mango peel.
I have been planning to do a post (as in, write a post) on our 'cool gang'. It is a bunch of people ranging from matchstick-defying to Adnan Sami-defying. Watch out for this space.
Ajeeb daastan hai yeh,
kehan shuroo kehan khatam
Yeh manzilein hain kaun si,
na tum samajh sake na hum....
"Yeh duniya ke sabse tez udne walon mein se ek hai" - in the typical (and soft) Discovery Channel style.
I have become a regular office goer - 'daftar wala babu' as my sister chose to call me. Hmm. And an epitome of laziness and sloth as well. I mean, I work when I work, but it is not often that I work.
In the loooooooooong period that has passed by since I last posted anything new on this blog, numerous heart and teeth shattering things have happened. People have lost valuable stuff, and that includes trust in the naive assumption that the world is one nice place.
In fact, I guess it is a lesson learnt the real hard way. When we are in college, everything in life seems so hunky dory. The maximum trouble one faces is deciding what to do with free time, how to avoid the prying neighbours and suspecting security guards and in the worst case, somehow staying awake through a dose of lectures. Some profs in my college are ambassadors for sleeping pills.
I have finally stabilized in a rented home. Shudder. Mumbai real estate is a real pagalkhana. So many people paying so much money for a place which gets filled with drainage water. Dingy, rickety, claustrophobic houses being sold at terribly high rates.
Another indication of mehengai is the price of mangoes here. Contrast with Lucknow where, right at this moment, one gets fine dussehri mango for Rs 14 a kg. Ok lets make it 20. And in Mumbai, at that price point, I guess one can only manage to buy mango peel.
I have been planning to do a post (as in, write a post) on our 'cool gang'. It is a bunch of people ranging from matchstick-defying to Adnan Sami-defying. Watch out for this space.
Ajeeb daastan hai yeh,
kehan shuroo kehan khatam
Yeh manzilein hain kaun si,
na tum samajh sake na hum....
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