Sometimes low sometimes high,
A different emotion every time.
Sometimes thoughtful sometimes blank
This melange, I wonder why.
Sometimes shallow sometimes deep,
At times strong sometimes weak
A messy head wavering feet
Ever so often I wander the streets
Why is it so fickle?
Why can't things be more simple.
Sometimes sure sometimes not,
Back to a familiar story of sorts.
Tuesday, November 25, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A snowy evening
Ah! Life seemed to brighten up on a dark evening. And suddenly everything seemed perfect!
I picked a nice milk chocolate and headed for the balcony. It had started snowing. Somehow, the flakes of snow winding past in the light of neon street lights made my day. I had to go out, but alone. The last thing on my mind was look for company.
Confetti on an uneventful day was ironic I thought. Well, I won't complain!
The melancholy melody of Carla Bruni(http://www.last.fm/music/Carla+Bruni) was waiting to get out of my head. It felt like a walk in a artsy French movie where the protogonist decides to hell with the world and takes a walk on a snowy evening.
Before mundane worries begin to bother me,
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.
I picked a nice milk chocolate and headed for the balcony. It had started snowing. Somehow, the flakes of snow winding past in the light of neon street lights made my day. I had to go out, but alone. The last thing on my mind was look for company.
Confetti on an uneventful day was ironic I thought. Well, I won't complain!
The melancholy melody of Carla Bruni(http://www.last.fm/music/Carla+Bruni) was waiting to get out of my head. It felt like a walk in a artsy French movie where the protogonist decides to hell with the world and takes a walk on a snowy evening.
Before mundane worries begin to bother me,
I thought it out this very day.
Noon upon the clock,
A man may put pretence away
Who leans upon a stick,
May sing, and sing until he drop,
Whether to maid or hag:
I carry the sun in a golden cup,
The moon in a silver bag.
Friday, November 14, 2008
A hot summer day
On times I write,
On those good times!
They are great alright,
But there's more than that meets the eye!
Life is good on a cool autumn day,
Sunny and all and colours gay.
For the trees though, it is chilly,
Yet they lose their skin when colours play!
I much prefer, a hot summer day,
A scorching sun and colours pale.
For the trees though, it is a merry day,
With a glint on their face when colours fade!
Good times they come
Loads of smiles they bring and then they go.
Bad times they come when that smile stretches from left ear to right
They take that smile away though but leave you far wise!
On those good times!
They are great alright,
But there's more than that meets the eye!
Life is good on a cool autumn day,
Sunny and all and colours gay.
For the trees though, it is chilly,
Yet they lose their skin when colours play!
I much prefer, a hot summer day,
A scorching sun and colours pale.
For the trees though, it is a merry day,
With a glint on their face when colours fade!
Good times they come
Loads of smiles they bring and then they go.
Bad times they come when that smile stretches from left ear to right
They take that smile away though but leave you far wise!
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Retrospective: First days in Lausanne
After huffing and puffing outside our guest house, I entered the lobby area. It was really neat! What wasn't was the lady at the reception informing us that our dorm was in the second floor and there was no lift! "Wtf!!!Is this some endurance test or what?"
I was so dead when we reached the dorm! After resting for some time, I made way for the huge suitcases in the corner of the room (the dorm was really small). There was a nice french window overlooking the town of lausanne. This was quite a nice view as I soon found out.
Another funny thing about this guest house we had booked was that it was right next to the railway tracks that run out from the railway station. Trains ran past our abode in Swiss time! Every 7 minutes(seconds are excused).
After all this, we were so hungry! Went to the station and found a restaurant that looked decent. Looked at the menu. 15 francs for medium sized pizza and our indian heads were churning out currency conversion numbers. After a good meal and finding out the hard way that when you ask for water, you need to cough up 5 CHF, we were heading back to our dorm to check out the kitchen. No surprises!
The kitchen was speckless. A nice huge fridge, a big dining table and a neat counter.
"Nice place to learn cooking!", I thought to myself. My cooking knowledge increased by leaps and bounds here. My first puliogere happened. Gawd! Did it taste like the best lunch buffet at Mainland China!;)
The lobby of the guest house was really well done! A hot cup of coffee in the cold, a view of gentle drizzle outside and the splendid mix of colors of autumn (More of this was in store!) and life was good!
It was really depressing a lot of times to not have people around. The gloomy weather made it worse sometimes. It is something else to be on vacation in Switzerland! The downside of not being a tourist.
I was so dead when we reached the dorm! After resting for some time, I made way for the huge suitcases in the corner of the room (the dorm was really small). There was a nice french window overlooking the town of lausanne. This was quite a nice view as I soon found out.
Another funny thing about this guest house we had booked was that it was right next to the railway tracks that run out from the railway station. Trains ran past our abode in Swiss time! Every 7 minutes(seconds are excused).
After all this, we were so hungry! Went to the station and found a restaurant that looked decent. Looked at the menu. 15 francs for medium sized pizza and our indian heads were churning out currency conversion numbers. After a good meal and finding out the hard way that when you ask for water, you need to cough up 5 CHF, we were heading back to our dorm to check out the kitchen. No surprises!
The kitchen was speckless. A nice huge fridge, a big dining table and a neat counter.
"Nice place to learn cooking!", I thought to myself. My cooking knowledge increased by leaps and bounds here. My first puliogere happened. Gawd! Did it taste like the best lunch buffet at Mainland China!;)
The lobby of the guest house was really well done! A hot cup of coffee in the cold, a view of gentle drizzle outside and the splendid mix of colors of autumn (More of this was in store!) and life was good!
It was really depressing a lot of times to not have people around. The gloomy weather made it worse sometimes. It is something else to be on vacation in Switzerland! The downside of not being a tourist.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Retrospective: Day 1 in Suisse
I haven't blogged for a while now. The last time I did was moments before I turned 23. So much has happened in the time between then and now! Phew...It's like catching up with a long-lost friend.
Hmm...I had to decide...between continuing on a mundane software job versus hitting the road again. Only if I had a convincing reason to...wait! "Higher" education! That's it!
September 1st 2008:
Landed in Geneva (exactly 2 months ago!) on a busy monday morning only that I had to get used to different busy standards across continents. I vividly remember approaching the geneva airport. It was so beautiful. Right above Lake Geneva with an aerial view of the city. Wished she were next to me!
After collecting my baggage at the airport, I was looking for a push carraige. Saw a line of carraiges locked to one another. Was seeing how I could unlock it. Moolah! 2 CHF. My friend and I went to the ticket counter to board the train to Lausanne. The guy at the ticket counter spoke zilch english. "I am so fucking screwed!", I thought.
After being swindled for the 2 CHF for carraiges(another side story), we got into the train. After a long journey and loading our baggages into an empty carraige, we were tired. The train cheered us up a little.
The beautiful landscapes of swiss country side was more than welcoming. With a D80 by my side, I went berserk!
Kao(My friend) was feeling left out. Lake by my right and pastures to my left. Wish I had two cameras.
After a totally enjoyable train ride (this was just a beginning!) we landed at the Lausanne railway station. Some enquiries and we set on foot to our guest house with push carts carrying luggage. Lausanne hosts the International Olympic Committee and yapped about it as we moved out.
Phew! Reaching the guest house was an arduous trek during the last stretch. I muttered a fuck and set off without stopping and stood still for 10 minutes afterward. "Lausanne Guest House baby!"
TBC...
Hmm...I had to decide...between continuing on a mundane software job versus hitting the road again. Only if I had a convincing reason to...wait! "Higher" education! That's it!
September 1st 2008:
Landed in Geneva (exactly 2 months ago!) on a busy monday morning only that I had to get used to different busy standards across continents. I vividly remember approaching the geneva airport. It was so beautiful. Right above Lake Geneva with an aerial view of the city. Wished she were next to me!
After collecting my baggage at the airport, I was looking for a push carraige. Saw a line of carraiges locked to one another. Was seeing how I could unlock it. Moolah! 2 CHF. My friend and I went to the ticket counter to board the train to Lausanne. The guy at the ticket counter spoke zilch english. "I am so fucking screwed!", I thought.
After being swindled for the 2 CHF for carraiges(another side story), we got into the train. After a long journey and loading our baggages into an empty carraige, we were tired. The train cheered us up a little.
The beautiful landscapes of swiss country side was more than welcoming. With a D80 by my side, I went berserk!
Kao(My friend) was feeling left out. Lake by my right and pastures to my left. Wish I had two cameras.
After a totally enjoyable train ride (this was just a beginning!) we landed at the Lausanne railway station. Some enquiries and we set on foot to our guest house with push carts carrying luggage. Lausanne hosts the International Olympic Committee and yapped about it as we moved out.
Phew! Reaching the guest house was an arduous trek during the last stretch. I muttered a fuck and set off without stopping and stood still for 10 minutes afterward. "Lausanne Guest House baby!"
TBC...
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Short stories
An hour to 23:
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Phew!
I am beginning to feel scared a little, nervous a little and pensive all at the same time! Don't know what it has got to do with me turning a year older in some time.
I always feel like talking to someone (anyone) about anything really. I can feel expectations that I think have been dealt on me. Entangled thoughts of comparison, rejection, contempt keep swirling around in my head as though my head is a mug with liquids being stirred on with a spoon.
It sucks when you are not sure of yourself. That s a real shitty situation!
Moving on:
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It's better to move on yourself than life forcing you to. That way you can say you were in control all along ;)!
It's hard sometimes to understand even the closest people you know. Even though you could, sometimes you just won't. Being objective ain't that easy always. Easier said than done category.
Huh! I am beginning to really like the disgusting feelings that times like these arouse in me, for that is what brings the real understanding of things living or not for me. It's a nice kind of maturity. Being who you wouldn't want to really helps. It's only then that you understand why exactly you wouldn't want to be who you wouldn't like to be. Better done than said category.
If you still don't understand, you would be a hypocrite if you believe that you didn't like who you were. Otherwise, you would just be yourself and would know that you are like that. In the former case, you would be cheating yourself into believing that you are someone you aren't! It's crazy. Isn't it?
Know thyself! It's better to understand why you are how you are than not know who you are. You would always be climbing a step higher and not stay grounded. Always moving on!
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Phew!
I am beginning to feel scared a little, nervous a little and pensive all at the same time! Don't know what it has got to do with me turning a year older in some time.
I always feel like talking to someone (anyone) about anything really. I can feel expectations that I think have been dealt on me. Entangled thoughts of comparison, rejection, contempt keep swirling around in my head as though my head is a mug with liquids being stirred on with a spoon.
It sucks when you are not sure of yourself. That s a real shitty situation!
Moving on:
----------
It's better to move on yourself than life forcing you to. That way you can say you were in control all along ;)!
It's hard sometimes to understand even the closest people you know. Even though you could, sometimes you just won't. Being objective ain't that easy always. Easier said than done category.
Huh! I am beginning to really like the disgusting feelings that times like these arouse in me, for that is what brings the real understanding of things living or not for me. It's a nice kind of maturity. Being who you wouldn't want to really helps. It's only then that you understand why exactly you wouldn't want to be who you wouldn't like to be. Better done than said category.
If you still don't understand, you would be a hypocrite if you believe that you didn't like who you were. Otherwise, you would just be yourself and would know that you are like that. In the former case, you would be cheating yourself into believing that you are someone you aren't! It's crazy. Isn't it?
Know thyself! It's better to understand why you are how you are than not know who you are. You would always be climbing a step higher and not stay grounded. Always moving on!
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Tribute to a scene
Down in Mexicali
There's a crazy little place that I know
Where the drinks are hotter than the chili sauce
And the boss is a cat named Joe
Why the fuck is a brunette with hair let down in a tight skimpy shorts and a weeny T so fucking sexy!?
Imagine this:
A downtown bar with the regulars not making much noice. Enter three super hot chics. One with fucking amazing hair till her ass. Awesomely done. A blonde you can bet your nickel to flirt with and an alpha-brunette with luscious lips and a neatly cut cheek bone.
Bro, if you're not up then you probably need some stretching exercises!
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
Enter a diabolic stuntman!!
The woods are lovely,
Dark and deep,
But I have miles to go
Before I sleep
Before you sleep!
Login successful!!
You get a lap dance man!!
All of a sudden in walks this chick
Joe starts playing on a Latin kick
Around her waist she wore three fishnets
She started dancin' with the castanets
I didn't know just what to expect
She threw her arms around my neck
We started dancin' all around the floor
And then she did a dance I never saw before.
The uber hot brunette is turning her ass to you! Those hips man! Those hips! Shakira, You have (1) bitch alert!!!
So if you're south of the border
I mean down in Mexico
And you wanna get straight,
Man, don't hesitate
Just look up a cat named Joe.
He wears a red bandana, plays a blues pianna
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
He wears a purple sash, and a black moustache
In a honky-tonk, down in Mexico
This article is in progress...
Thursday, November 01, 2007
Sympathy for the devil
Chapter 1: Sympathy for the devil
Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!
Screw you!
Again!! Fuckin kill him man!!
(dishkiaun... dishkiaun, dishkiaun)
Ya let's go!
[At HQ]
Where da fug is the guy?
Fuck!!! no!!!
(dishkiaun,dishkiaun)
Chapter 2: California dreamin'
You see ppl, I am new to this city. It feels weird you know. Fuckin strangers everywhere after a familiar home...matter of time though!
See that chic? faggin with a book in hand! Oh fuck, how i wish i knew her rite now!
Omgwtf!!!! Here she comes!
Chapter 3: Serenade
Fagher: Fuckin hopeless!!! Even the fag tastes like shit!! Never felt like this in some time man
BMG: Light this lady! Serenade the dawn!!!
Fagher: Oh fuck!! yeah,baby!
Chapter 4: Me and Bobby Mc Gee
Fagher: I love you baby!!
BMG: I love you too sweetheart!
Fagher: I am scared!
BMG: Don't be sweetheart! It'll be ok.
Chapter 5: Perhaps,perhaps,perhaps...
Don't fuckin shoot!!
Where the fug is the money?
I really don't have a clue!!
Where were you headed
Chapter 6: Dream a lil' dream
[Uma Thurman sittin by a window sil when it's pourin cats and dogs outside]
[John Travolta havin a smoke over breakfast on a cloudy tuesday morning in a wayside restaurant]
Chapter 7: Kissin a fool
Time: 00:43 hours, Saturday
Place: Zero-candle bulb lit room of mine
It's rainin outside as I several thoughts queue up in my head
To be continued...
Fuck!!! Fuck!!! Fuck!!!
Screw you!
Again!! Fuckin kill him man!!
(dishkiaun... dishkiaun, dishkiaun)
Ya let's go!
[At HQ]
Where da fug is the guy?
Fuck!!! no!!!
(dishkiaun,dishkiaun)
Chapter 2: California dreamin'
You see ppl, I am new to this city. It feels weird you know. Fuckin strangers everywhere after a familiar home...matter of time though!
See that chic? faggin with a book in hand! Oh fuck, how i wish i knew her rite now!
Omgwtf!!!! Here she comes!
Chapter 3: Serenade
Fagher: Fuckin hopeless!!! Even the fag tastes like shit!! Never felt like this in some time man
BMG: Light this lady! Serenade the dawn!!!
Fagher: Oh fuck!! yeah,baby!
Chapter 4: Me and Bobby Mc Gee
Fagher: I love you baby!!
BMG: I love you too sweetheart!
Fagher: I am scared!
BMG: Don't be sweetheart! It'll be ok.
Chapter 5: Perhaps,perhaps,perhaps...
Don't fuckin shoot!!
Where the fug is the money?
I really don't have a clue!!
Where were you headed
Chapter 6: Dream a lil' dream
[Uma Thurman sittin by a window sil when it's pourin cats and dogs outside]
[John Travolta havin a smoke over breakfast on a cloudy tuesday morning in a wayside restaurant]
Chapter 7: Kissin a fool
Time: 00:43 hours, Saturday
Place: Zero-candle bulb lit room of mine
It's rainin outside as I several thoughts queue up in my head
To be continued...
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Take it as it comes
Time to live
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Go real slow
You like it more and more
Take it as it comes
Specialize in havin' fun
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
- "Take it as it comes" by The Doors
One fucked up sunday morning! Is it goin to get better? Will it remain the same? Can I help? We can do it baby! Yes, we can!
Holy fuckin shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too many fuckin unanswerable questions you get in mind sometimes. All you need to do is to fuckin get hold of yourself man! Look at the bright side. There is afternoon. evening and night to come and you may have a blast then. I mean, seriously! Carpe diem baby!!!
Even as a cloudy sunday morning doesn't seem to brighten up in the near future, I see a ray of light shining distinctly! Ya, I don't know if others can see it right now but I sure can!
Hehehe... wadda fug was morrison thinkin of when he wrote this song?!
Go Real slow
you like it more and more
take it as it comes
specialise in having fun!
Time to lie
Time to laugh
Time to die
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Time to walk
Time to run
Time to aim your arrows
At the sun
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Go real slow
You like it more and more
Take it as it comes
Specialize in havin' fun
Takes it easy, baby
Take it as it comes
Don't move too fast
And you want your love to last
Oh, you've been movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
Movin' much too fast
- "Take it as it comes" by The Doors
One fucked up sunday morning! Is it goin to get better? Will it remain the same? Can I help? We can do it baby! Yes, we can!
Holy fuckin shit!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Too many fuckin unanswerable questions you get in mind sometimes. All you need to do is to fuckin get hold of yourself man! Look at the bright side. There is afternoon. evening and night to come and you may have a blast then. I mean, seriously! Carpe diem baby!!!
Even as a cloudy sunday morning doesn't seem to brighten up in the near future, I see a ray of light shining distinctly! Ya, I don't know if others can see it right now but I sure can!
Hehehe... wadda fug was morrison thinkin of when he wrote this song?!
Go Real slow
you like it more and more
take it as it comes
specialise in having fun!
Thursday, September 27, 2007
Shine on you crazy diamond
Part-I
Boss: Good news man!
Empl: what it is?
Boss: You've got promoted!
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl: Recognition feels so good!!
Boss: Yes, it does!
Empl: I want to retire now! I've had enough!
Boss: [Laughing His Ass Off]
Empl: Ya, was lookin forward to this day actually boss!
Boss: [Still Laughing His Ass Off]
Empl: I want to see and do more things man!I've seen this place and now it's time to move on!
Boss: [O! Fuck! Why Can't I Stop Laughing My Ass Off?]
Empl: Learnt a lot boss! Thank you so much!!
Boss: hehehehe...Enough man!! When's the party?
Empl: Anytime before I leave!
Boss: What's wrong with you today man?
Empl: Nothing. I'm fine boss.
Boss: We need to talk!
Empl: Ya. That we will! Come home sometime!Leaving for today Boss!
Boss:
Empl: ChaCha!!
Boss: Good news man!
Empl: what it is?
Boss: You've got promoted!
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl:
Boss:
Empl: Recognition feels so good!!
Boss: Yes, it does!
Empl: I want to retire now! I've had enough!
Boss:
Empl: Ya, was lookin forward to this day actually boss!
Boss:
Empl: I want to see and do more things man!I've seen this place and now it's time to move on!
Boss:
Empl: Learnt a lot boss! Thank you so much!!
Boss: hehehehe...Enough man!! When's the party?
Empl: Anytime before I leave!
Boss: What's wrong with you today man?
Empl: Nothing. I'm fine boss.
Boss: We need to talk!
Empl: Ya. That we will! Come home sometime!Leaving for today Boss!
Boss:
Empl: ChaCha!!
Friday, August 17, 2007
Test O' St Erone
I seriously want to know the answers to some mind-boggling questions!
Q1.Where the fuck am I? [4 Marks]
Ans)If I knew, I wouldn't be asking that question. 4 marks
Q2.What have I come to? [3 Marks]
Ans)I've come to 15th cross bus stand and am now boarding an auto. 3 marks
Q3.Am I selfish?How much? [2 Marks]
Ans)Yes,I am. This much!! 2 marks
Q4.What is goin on with me? [1 Mark]
Ans)Hard to say! [As Ra used to put it]. 2 marks
V.V Good! Keep it up! (oh...that's of no use m'am)
Score: 11/10
Q1.Where the fuck am I? [4 Marks]
Ans)If I knew, I wouldn't be asking that question. 4 marks
Q2.What have I come to? [3 Marks]
Ans)I've come to 15th cross bus stand and am now boarding an auto. 3 marks
Q3.Am I selfish?How much? [2 Marks]
Ans)Yes,I am. This much!! 2 marks
Q4.What is goin on with me? [1 Mark]
Ans)Hard to say! [As Ra used to put it]. 2 marks
V.V Good! Keep it up! (oh...that's of no use m'am)
Score: 11/10
Sunday, August 12, 2007
Short stories-II
Ting tong kathe (the ting tong story):
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
yarappa adu? at this hour?
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
a? I don't know any ting tong ting tong! Go to hell
The proposal:
Girl, there isn't a moment I can't think of you. You are in my dreams, my heart, my soul...a...just a sec...hey priya! Am in the middle of something. Can i call you a lil later?...ok bye!ya...so ya. you are in my heart,soul,my can of beer,
Wait a minute! Why r u tellin me this?
because, a... because...I love you!
oh ok ok... but why din t you tell me this a lil earlier?
Would it have helped?
Ya... Would ve spared you from rehersing your pick-up lines
Moving on:
I ve served in many homes. The last three places have been for old-aged women.
O! How are they doin now?
no no...they r not there anymore. It is one ajji's vaikuntha (ceremony related to last rites) today. The other ajji passed away a couple of months ago.
(smiling but lost in thought) oh ok.
You don't talk much, do you?
not much akka!
How do you generally spend the whole day then?
(A blank smile)
How was it being with these people you ve served as a helper?
It was very good!All treated me as part of their family.
hmm...
The choc game:
Kiddo! Do you want a chocolate?
(nodding head)
Which one?
Five star Crunchy...
Oops, Don't have that.
What d'ya have?
Ferraro Rocher!
Could I have that? please?
Sorry, that s for my son.
Alternatively,
Kiddo! Want a choc?
(nodding head)
I won't give you. Go
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
yarappa adu? at this hour?
Ting Tong! Ting Tong!
a? I don't know any ting tong ting tong! Go to hell
The proposal:
Girl, there isn't a moment I can't think of you. You are in my dreams, my heart, my soul...a...just a sec...hey priya! Am in the middle of something. Can i call you a lil later?...ok bye!ya...so ya. you are in my heart,soul,my can of beer,
Wait a minute! Why r u tellin me this?
because, a... because...I love you!
oh ok ok... but why din t you tell me this a lil earlier?
Would it have helped?
Ya... Would ve spared you from rehersing your pick-up lines
Moving on:
I ve served in many homes. The last three places have been for old-aged women.
O! How are they doin now?
no no...they r not there anymore. It is one ajji's vaikuntha (ceremony related to last rites) today. The other ajji passed away a couple of months ago.
(smiling but lost in thought) oh ok.
You don't talk much, do you?
not much akka!
How do you generally spend the whole day then?
(A blank smile)
How was it being with these people you ve served as a helper?
It was very good!All treated me as part of their family.
hmm...
The choc game:
Kiddo! Do you want a chocolate?
(nodding head)
Which one?
Five star Crunchy...
Oops, Don't have that.
What d'ya have?
Ferraro Rocher!
Could I have that? please?
Sorry, that s for my son.
Alternatively,
Kiddo! Want a choc?
(nodding head)
I won't give you. Go
Friday, August 10, 2007
One way (or another!!!)
H: eh,tell me this!
S: bout what?
H: well, i' m after a girl big time! Can't get her out of my head.
S: what the eck is wrong with that?
H: One way!
S: atleast you have company.
H: what d ya mean?
S: Same here!
H: same as mine or opposite way?
S: ayyo! the other one way man.
He: Holy cow! then we are on two different one ways, not the same!
Sh: so?
He: you want a guy rite?
Sh: ya...i 'm straight!
He: So am I!!!
She:and you need a girl alva?
He: yes yes!!
She:Are we single and ready to mingle?
He: don't you see in my eye,a twinkle?
She:Here comes my man!
He: wo!man!
S: bout what?
H: well, i' m after a girl big time! Can't get her out of my head.
S: what the eck is wrong with that?
H: One way!
S: atleast you have company.
H: what d ya mean?
S: Same here!
H: same as mine or opposite way?
S: ayyo! the other one way man.
He: Holy cow! then we are on two different one ways, not the same!
Sh: so?
He: you want a guy rite?
Sh: ya...i 'm straight!
He: So am I!!!
She:and you need a girl alva?
He: yes yes!!
She:Are we single and ready to mingle?
He: don't you see in my eye,a twinkle?
She:Here comes my man!
He: wo!man!
Thursday, July 12, 2007
A motivational story
Once upon a time, there lived a poor young man in a remote village. You know, poor means a lot of stuff;a lack of a lot of stuff actually! This poor guy had a family of 5 to feed, a small shack for shelter, a dawn-to-dusk daily wage job at the fields and a nagging wife and cryin babies to come home to!
"What is my motivation here?" would cross his mind pretty often. Sometimes it was so bad that he thought of running away from his responsibilities. But the principled man he was, and fortunately for his wife and kids,he stayed his course!
He thought he felt like a singer without a crowd to sing to,a movie maker without an audience or even a Tom without a Jerry to live with!
But still he worked every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?",you may ask. Well,lets see!
On a cool,breezy afternoon,relaxing on the grass,enjoying his lunch break,chewin a strand of straw and soakin up mild winter's sun he paused to think: "Why do I do whatever I do?","What is my motivation here?";"Is it the feeling of helplessness when I have to see my kids starve because of bunking a day's work?","Is it my small shack which never seems to get any better?","Is it my nagging wife who would not let me be in peace?"."I am sick of questions! I need answers!!"
Then as the tender sun began to hide under a dark cloud and the light grew dark, he felt a drop of rain caressing his clean shaven face! (Now don't ask me how he got the bucks to shave!! this guy just did! hotteg hittila juttig mallige huvina kathe! oh! that s a side story by itself). As soon as he looked up, his face was lit! He loved it! Every bit of it! The tender sun, the cool breeze, the sound of the rustling paddy fields, the rain and the rainbow that followed!
"Eureka!", he exclaimed.
Now is it any surprise that he worked in the fields every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?". No! Now you are not excused for asking! He did it because he loved every bit of it! He liked to work in the paddy fields!
P.S: Now the poor,clean shaven bastard runs a co-operative agency for selling off his stock. He has a couple of hundred people under him, a decently posh house, a bunch of happy kids and a nagging wife ;) !
P.P.S: Some things don't change! For everything else it is a matter of time!
Moral: Every time a job is seen as a routine, it becomes a pain in the ass! Start seeing rainbows in your job and you shall be happy!Know that every job has it s share of rainbows!!
Your rainbow hunt begins now!!...
"What is my motivation here?" would cross his mind pretty often. Sometimes it was so bad that he thought of running away from his responsibilities. But the principled man he was, and fortunately for his wife and kids,he stayed his course!
He thought he felt like a singer without a crowd to sing to,a movie maker without an audience or even a Tom without a Jerry to live with!
But still he worked every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?",you may ask. Well,lets see!
On a cool,breezy afternoon,relaxing on the grass,enjoying his lunch break,chewin a strand of straw and soakin up mild winter's sun he paused to think: "Why do I do whatever I do?","What is my motivation here?";"Is it the feeling of helplessness when I have to see my kids starve because of bunking a day's work?","Is it my small shack which never seems to get any better?","Is it my nagging wife who would not let me be in peace?"."I am sick of questions! I need answers!!"
Then as the tender sun began to hide under a dark cloud and the light grew dark, he felt a drop of rain caressing his clean shaven face! (Now don't ask me how he got the bucks to shave!! this guy just did! hotteg hittila juttig mallige huvina kathe! oh! that s a side story by itself). As soon as he looked up, his face was lit! He loved it! Every bit of it! The tender sun, the cool breeze, the sound of the rustling paddy fields, the rain and the rainbow that followed!
"Eureka!", he exclaimed.
Now is it any surprise that he worked in the fields every day from dawn to dusk and kept it going! From dawn to dusk!! Everyday!! In the paddy fields!! "Without any motivation?". No! Now you are not excused for asking! He did it because he loved every bit of it! He liked to work in the paddy fields!
P.S: Now the poor,clean shaven bastard runs a co-operative agency for selling off his stock. He has a couple of hundred people under him, a decently posh house, a bunch of happy kids and a nagging wife ;) !
P.P.S: Some things don't change! For everything else it is a matter of time!
Moral: Every time a job is seen as a routine, it becomes a pain in the ass! Start seeing rainbows in your job and you shall be happy!Know that every job has it s share of rainbows!!
Your rainbow hunt begins now!!...
Friday, July 06, 2007
A great gig in the sky
I m not afraid of dying!
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Dedicated to all the trippy nights in room no 218, 5 block,Men s hostel, NITK Surathkal, Srinivasnagar, Mangalore-575025
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Dedicated to all the trippy nights in room no 218, 5 block,Men s hostel, NITK Surathkal, Srinivasnagar, Mangalore-575025
Wednesday, July 04, 2007
Seeing God in a Pornstar
Well, as we all know God is omni-present by definition. So He/She must be in all space that be. That includes us, our surroundings and everything else that you can think of. Us includes all of human race. Me, you or maybe a pornstar. The next question is why this pornstar pseudo-intellectual rhetoric?
Well, it s easy to see God in people with "morals", "values" and all the other things perceived "good". Which is why it is difficult to see God in people who are perceived to lack these qualities by the majority of people around. Which is why intellectuals( add a pseudo before use to let me feel modest bout myself)like me are striving to broaden the concept of morals and values. I intend to come up with chapters designed to make it easier for you to truly appreciate the scope of morals and values. After this exercise, I can confidentally say (well, what do i lose?) that you will see God in a pornstar!
Serenade the enlightenment and shower me with Cake fudge at CH!
10th March 2009, my apartment in Lausanne:
Saw a candid money-for-sex interview. Was reminded of this post written a year and a half before :). The idea is still relevant though it hasn't developed a wee bit more from then.
The change from then is, I don't intend to see a god in a pornstar or anyone else. This time I felt what Krishna echoes in the Bharata that, everyone has to play their part, fulfil their duty whatever that may be. Good or Bad doesn't apply to duty. Would you judge a gardener by his work? Is he good or bad in what he chose as work? He might be depending on how he works but not by the nature of his work. Simple!
Well, it s easy to see God in people with "morals", "values" and all the other things perceived "good". Which is why it is difficult to see God in people who are perceived to lack these qualities by the majority of people around. Which is why intellectuals( add a pseudo before use to let me feel modest bout myself)like me are striving to broaden the concept of morals and values. I intend to come up with chapters designed to make it easier for you to truly appreciate the scope of morals and values. After this exercise, I can confidentally say (well, what do i lose?) that you will see God in a pornstar!
Serenade the enlightenment and shower me with Cake fudge at CH!
10th March 2009, my apartment in Lausanne:
Saw a candid money-for-sex interview. Was reminded of this post written a year and a half before :). The idea is still relevant though it hasn't developed a wee bit more from then.
The change from then is, I don't intend to see a god in a pornstar or anyone else. This time I felt what Krishna echoes in the Bharata that, everyone has to play their part, fulfil their duty whatever that may be. Good or Bad doesn't apply to duty. Would you judge a gardener by his work? Is he good or bad in what he chose as work? He might be depending on how he works but not by the nature of his work. Simple!
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Can a kiss be platonic?
This poem's called "Lead Kindly Light ;) (Oh yeah baby! the wink 's there!!)"
When people seem closer
Places seem like home
I'll let it seem how it seems
Who cares if people say, "Oh! He dreams!"?
How true is what it seems?
Can I let it seem how it seems?
Oh Yes you can!Oh yes you can!
As long as it seems how it seems to you!
-From www.plagiaristswillbeprosecuted.com
I have some questions in mind and i need answers. If you are reading this and you are not me, kindly find some time to leave a comment. Merci Beaucoup!
Q1. What is the origin of feelings of parenthood (if it exists) in unmarried(ok this kinda means you don't have a kid) 20 something s?
Q2. If you are unmarried/married but not a parent,does seeing yourself as a dad or a mom arise a feeling of confinement/erosion of freedom?If yes, do you think you are being selfish?
Please people i really want to know!!! The least you could do even if you happen to trippily visit my blog (which is highly probable)is to leave a comment. Thanks again
Friday, May 11, 2007
When idleness turns hell
"hey man! whadda fuck ve you been upto?"
"omgwtf(acronym for o my god!! what the fuck!)!! Is it fucking you ...you unshaven bastard?where the fuck were you all these days?...seems like eternity"
"I needed a break man...buzzed off when you were sleeping.what ve you been doin?"
"nothin much man...it's a long story though...to cut short i was testing the limits of idleness?"
"wtf does that mean?"
"well...you see this head?"
"ya"
"what you don't see is how fucked up it is on the inside...Thank god you're back...it'll bring some order"
"omgwtf(acronym for o my god!! what the fuck!)!! Is it fucking you ...you unshaven bastard?where the fuck were you all these days?...seems like eternity"
"I needed a break man...buzzed off when you were sleeping.what ve you been doin?"
"nothin much man...it's a long story though...to cut short i was testing the limits of idleness?"
"wtf does that mean?"
"well...you see this head?"
"ya"
"what you don't see is how fucked up it is on the inside...Thank god you're back...it'll bring some order"
Wednesday, March 28, 2007
The end? Not really...
I am temporarily sick of structuring my thoughts as a dialogue (atleast now, when writing this one). So i ll put em straight from the head...just the raw thoughts...because if you strip the structure out of a written piece what remains is just the essence (Like the subtle aftertaste of kodbale when sippin on coffee)
What is in my head now is the concept of start-end. I have a short film idea also. It's something like this:
The short film s called:
THE START
It's the olympics...The 100 meters run is about to start and the athletes are on their marks...There s a Gun shot and these guys set off. Now there's some explainin to do about the running track. The track is a small circular field and there's only one banner for start and finish. On one side to which the athletes start is START and on the other side FINISH. It's simpler to see it as a circular track where the finish point is the same as the start point.
You know how these athletes look...strong muscular bodies and stuff. So these guys are running as hard as they can with grit in their eyes. Run,Run,Run...Nothing on their mind except the finish line and how fast they can reach there to be first.
And think of yourself as a journo covering the race for BBC or somethin standing in front of the finish line (wait! isn't it the start line?!). You have a camera and all. You stand there catchin the first glimpse of these guys coming towards you. You start recording footage... Strong men makin a run for it. Then one really strong guy emerges clearly in front of others and in the wink of an eye he's crossing the finish line. You focus your camera on him...tired yet accomplished look on his face. After everythin is over and the guys are resting you happen to tilt your camera accidentally so it is focussed on the banner...And you see START written all over it.
THE END
And now for the aftertaste (ya! imagine you are sipping on a cup of coffee now):
Was there a finish line? Isn't it the start line after all? you run a race and reach the finish but it ain't the end mate. You've just started another race.
Isn't the end of a start, the start of an end?
And Isn't the end of the end, the start of another start?
What is in my head now is the concept of start-end. I have a short film idea also. It's something like this:
The short film s called:
THE START
It's the olympics...The 100 meters run is about to start and the athletes are on their marks...There s a Gun shot and these guys set off. Now there's some explainin to do about the running track. The track is a small circular field and there's only one banner for start and finish. On one side to which the athletes start is START and on the other side FINISH. It's simpler to see it as a circular track where the finish point is the same as the start point.
You know how these athletes look...strong muscular bodies and stuff. So these guys are running as hard as they can with grit in their eyes. Run,Run,Run...Nothing on their mind except the finish line and how fast they can reach there to be first.
And think of yourself as a journo covering the race for BBC or somethin standing in front of the finish line (wait! isn't it the start line?!). You have a camera and all. You stand there catchin the first glimpse of these guys coming towards you. You start recording footage... Strong men makin a run for it. Then one really strong guy emerges clearly in front of others and in the wink of an eye he's crossing the finish line. You focus your camera on him...tired yet accomplished look on his face. After everythin is over and the guys are resting you happen to tilt your camera accidentally so it is focussed on the banner...And you see START written all over it.
THE END
And now for the aftertaste (ya! imagine you are sipping on a cup of coffee now):
Was there a finish line? Isn't it the start line after all? you run a race and reach the finish but it ain't the end mate. You've just started another race.
Isn't the end of a start, the start of an end?
And Isn't the end of the end, the start of another start?
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Free Bird
Radio goobe plays Free bird by Lynyard skynard (The extended guitar version) as a raw mango (RM) is talkin to it's bearer-the Mango tree (MT)
RM(snobbishly): Hehe...you're so MT without me
MT: You are a Real Moron, aren't you?
(There's a pause as both are held in a trance by the guitar solo. Lynard skynard kick ass!!)
RM: Hey! how long do i cling to you MT?
MT: Till you are pelted with stones or by yourself when you are old enough.
RM: Strange isn't it?
MT: What is strange?
RM: That I can't cling on to you forever!!
MT: Real Moron!!! It can't be that way.
RM: But Why?
MT: Hmm...I can't bear too many mangoes RM. Someday you've gotto go and make way for others to come!
RM: Oh! So I ain't special to you eh? You let me go without feeling bad...Chay!Who do i live for anyway?
MT: You live for yourself RM.
RM: That's too selfish MT. You and your MT thoughts...nothin in 'em. As hollow as a kadbu without the stuffing.
MT: Ok. Then come let's live for each other!!
RM: Too good!! Give the kai!
MT: We'll start now. You breathe for me and i'll breathe for you!
RM: Ok. But how do we do it?
MT: Let's see...Hold your breath and i'll try breathing for you.
RM: Ok.Here i go!
(30 seconds later ...)
RM(Breathless): eh sala MT breather! I am not able to breathe!!
MT: Obviously you Real Moron!! You're holding your breath!
RM: Aren't you breathing for me??
MT: O shit! It ain't workin! Is it? Hey! I was only testing your theory of living for each other RM.
RM: eh try properly MT. There gotto be some way.
MT: arre RM! I'm tryin man.It ain't workin i guess!
(30 more seconds of breathlessness sees RM give up)
RM: Damn!! Why dint it work?
MT: Hmmm...I guess we can't live for each other!
RM(Still disappointed): Why can't we?
MT: Actually we can try by holding our breath hoping we can breathe for the other. But then we may have to die for each other!!
RM(with a scared look): What if we die?That's not living is it?
MT: No,it isn't. That's dying!
RM: Then come let's give it a shot.
MT: That I can't RM. I can't risk dying! I've hazaar mangoes to bear and more to come!
RM: Actually even I can't. I wan't to see the world yar! It's too early to die.
MT: Now who is selfish?
RM(Smiling): Oh! that's me!!(Now pensive)But still it'll be hard when i'll have to leave you MT!
MT(Wisely):Yes it'll be! You'll be hittin the ground head on!
RM(Not discerning the infinite wisdom in MT's words): Eh MT! I 'm talkin of farewell blues and you're talkin of me hittin the ground. Kuch nahi samajhtha!MT sala!
MT: They are'nt too different.Are they? Hittin the ground and farewell blues.Both ve gotta hurt.
RM: Shit! I never thought of that!!
MT: See RM. It is difficult I understand. But you have no choice but to accept it. How long can it hurt?
RM: How long?
MT: As long as you want it to. Haven't you listened to Mad Season's song called 'River of Deceit'.It goes...(Singing)'My pain is self chosen'
RM: bas bas ! You are a bad singer!
MT: hehe...ya
RM: What do I do then? How do i not feel bad when i'm leaving you and my friends here?
MT: Know that every one has to live for themselves. Living for each other ain't possible.
RM: That is too harsh to accept.
MT: I guess we don't have a choice. Let me tell you this RM...I know it hurts. I like you like i like others here...(winkin)a little more maybe but the fact that I know we can't live for each other will ease my pain.We have to say goodbye. Now or someother time.(pensively) No choice bud!
(Back to his wise self)But what you ve gotto do is move on RM. Spring back. It ll hurt for sometime. But soon you ll have to decide between seein the world and feelin sad about the farewell. What will you choose?
RM: I guess seein the world. But isn't that selfish?
MT: NO. It's not your fault RM. You din't choose to leave me. It's just the way it is. A set of rules that binds everyone! Don't blame yourself.You're not selfish!
And you've gotto see the world man! Whatta world it is!
RM(Tearful):I guess you are right man! We are supposed to be free birds! No choice!
Even if we don't want to be free.
MT: Arre...Ro mat yar! Rona tumhe suit nahi karta!
RM(wiping tears):hmm...no use crying na?
MT: You lose water i guess!
RM(smiling):ya...Come let's see what radio goobe is playing.
('Bhor' by Indian Ocean playin on the radio)
If I leave here tomorrow
Would you still remember me?
For I must be travelling on now
There's too many places I gotta see
RM(snobbishly): Hehe...you're so MT without me
MT: You are a Real Moron, aren't you?
(There's a pause as both are held in a trance by the guitar solo. Lynard skynard kick ass!!)
RM: Hey! how long do i cling to you MT?
MT: Till you are pelted with stones or by yourself when you are old enough.
RM: Strange isn't it?
MT: What is strange?
RM: That I can't cling on to you forever!!
MT: Real Moron!!! It can't be that way.
RM: But Why?
MT: Hmm...I can't bear too many mangoes RM. Someday you've gotto go and make way for others to come!
RM: Oh! So I ain't special to you eh? You let me go without feeling bad...Chay!Who do i live for anyway?
MT: You live for yourself RM.
RM: That's too selfish MT. You and your MT thoughts...nothin in 'em. As hollow as a kadbu without the stuffing.
MT: Ok. Then come let's live for each other!!
RM: Too good!! Give the kai!
MT: We'll start now. You breathe for me and i'll breathe for you!
RM: Ok. But how do we do it?
MT: Let's see...Hold your breath and i'll try breathing for you.
RM: Ok.Here i go!
(30 seconds later ...)
RM(Breathless): eh sala MT breather! I am not able to breathe!!
MT: Obviously you Real Moron!! You're holding your breath!
RM: Aren't you breathing for me??
MT: O shit! It ain't workin! Is it? Hey! I was only testing your theory of living for each other RM.
RM: eh try properly MT. There gotto be some way.
MT: arre RM! I'm tryin man.It ain't workin i guess!
(30 more seconds of breathlessness sees RM give up)
RM: Damn!! Why dint it work?
MT: Hmmm...I guess we can't live for each other!
RM(Still disappointed): Why can't we?
MT: Actually we can try by holding our breath hoping we can breathe for the other. But then we may have to die for each other!!
RM(with a scared look): What if we die?That's not living is it?
MT: No,it isn't. That's dying!
RM: Then come let's give it a shot.
MT: That I can't RM. I can't risk dying! I've hazaar mangoes to bear and more to come!
RM: Actually even I can't. I wan't to see the world yar! It's too early to die.
MT: Now who is selfish?
RM(Smiling): Oh! that's me!!(Now pensive)But still it'll be hard when i'll have to leave you MT!
MT(Wisely):Yes it'll be! You'll be hittin the ground head on!
RM(Not discerning the infinite wisdom in MT's words): Eh MT! I 'm talkin of farewell blues and you're talkin of me hittin the ground. Kuch nahi samajhtha!MT sala!
MT: They are'nt too different.Are they? Hittin the ground and farewell blues.Both ve gotta hurt.
RM: Shit! I never thought of that!!
MT: See RM. It is difficult I understand. But you have no choice but to accept it. How long can it hurt?
RM: How long?
MT: As long as you want it to. Haven't you listened to Mad Season's song called 'River of Deceit'.It goes...(Singing)'My pain is self chosen'
RM: bas bas ! You are a bad singer!
MT: hehe...ya
RM: What do I do then? How do i not feel bad when i'm leaving you and my friends here?
MT: Know that every one has to live for themselves. Living for each other ain't possible.
RM: That is too harsh to accept.
MT: I guess we don't have a choice. Let me tell you this RM...I know it hurts. I like you like i like others here...(winkin)a little more maybe but the fact that I know we can't live for each other will ease my pain.We have to say goodbye. Now or someother time.(pensively) No choice bud!
(Back to his wise self)But what you ve gotto do is move on RM. Spring back. It ll hurt for sometime. But soon you ll have to decide between seein the world and feelin sad about the farewell. What will you choose?
RM: I guess seein the world. But isn't that selfish?
MT: NO. It's not your fault RM. You din't choose to leave me. It's just the way it is. A set of rules that binds everyone! Don't blame yourself.You're not selfish!
And you've gotto see the world man! Whatta world it is!
RM(Tearful):I guess you are right man! We are supposed to be free birds! No choice!
Even if we don't want to be free.
MT: Arre...Ro mat yar! Rona tumhe suit nahi karta!
RM(wiping tears):hmm...no use crying na?
MT: You lose water i guess!
RM(smiling):ya...Come let's see what radio goobe is playing.
('Bhor' by Indian Ocean playin on the radio)
Bhor!Bhor!Bhor bhai ek udta panchi
jaa baitha ek daal aa baitha ek daal!
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