Resolutions

Two things-



Will not waste time after coming back from office trawling the net and reading inconsequential things in Tabloid supplements, better get up early and meet my freinds more often than I have been.



Will get back to my spiritual side, it's been far too long, and I've let far too many things, majorly office timings, to take control of my life. As the Cliche goes,



It's my Life, and its now or never.

I'm gonna live my life aliveeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaaeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaa!!!





This morning, went to Subway at 6 am and had a hog full of Chicken Teriyaki-Yippeee!! More fun though, was cajoling and coaxing my office mate to leave all her pending, back-bending, never-ending work and walk half-a-km in almost freezing morning hour to Subway, after I had half-heartedly treated her to Idlis in the office cafeteria (the other half heart was pining for Subway at the same time.)

For all you folks, most of you reading this already know what a fan of Subway I am, the others, more interesting ones, let's meet there some day, and the treat's on me!



I'm just about to have my comfort breakfast and smob off for a good sleep, but not before saying my prayers, and one of them, is just for you!





Aloha :-)

A dither on the toes of being a Humbug

Just what does the title mean? Well, if I had an idea, I wouldn't ask you, would I?

Saw Guru the other day.. 1 day before the world wide premiere... Drove atleast 100 kms in total that day just to make sure that I catch this flick before anyone else does.. or rather anyone else that I know does. Only because I have a penchant for visionaries, and Mani Ratnam has turned my mental crank each time I see something he's made.

It was good, the best thing about it was AB's swagger as he walks in the movie. The camera work's astounding, usage of filters, pans and zooms is akin to Dil Se, the only Hindi Movie I can remember where each shot was so clearly defined. Vidya Balan is so wasted in the movie, I can't even cry about it. Plus AR Rehman does a good job, specially the song "Jaage hain Der Tak" will haunt me for days to come. Have already taken to listening to it while on the job, atleast thrice a day.

All in all, something that could have gone farther away, in the league of Yuva, but guess this time Mani had to recoup the losses he had last time, so the movie is peppered with brainless songs, agreed they are hummable and some of them haunting even, but then, there's so much that you can take in style of a bollywood movie.

Hope Mani Ratnam and AB can continue this for atleast a few years to come. Mani does really well when it comes to showing the chemistry between the main protagonists, in this case Mithun Da and AB.. R Madhavan is about as useful as the machinery in Mithun Da's press, which keeps breaking down as and when Gurukant Desai (AB's Character)'s goons wish.

Ash, I am not the right critic for her, just kinda turns me off with her ice maiden ways.

BTW, I had just started to tell you how much I wanted to watch this movie, but then,

"Khalid Mohammad ka bhoot mere andar aa gaya"

Till next time, Let the Music play..

Wastage of National Resources

Well.. This is about the wastage of national resources, that's taking place right here.. in the life of yours truly..

I've been told by someone very special, that my life, the way it is right now, is a wastage of national resources..

Just like the pic here... at a young age, with wraparound glasses, and my head deep into a light emitting device, that blinds me all around.

Just one last thing- This is something I've wanted to print on the back of a T-shirt vertically for so long that I can call this my epiphany of ideating endurance of a literary kind (Wow~now ain't that fancy dancy english)-

By the time you are done reading this paragraph, you will be wondering what it's all about. It's only when you come to the very last word, will you realise that you've been taken for a ride. But the Sucker that you are, for the written word, you will still read on, and now, right now, is when you say argghhh..!! what a jerk, writing for nothing's worth.

Ciao :-P

A slice off my Brain

Topaz in the sand
Originally uploaded by bhavnabahri.

Okay, it's 2 PM now. I've been awake for about 22 hours and about to drop dead. Just one thing that I had to get out before I get in.. Bed. :-)

I'm going to slice through all that I'm currently doing in the next 6 months.. All entries in this blog will be written at 10 in the evening after a day at work, not at 2 AM when you are sleeping in bed.

I want to take up photography as an involved hobby, indulge in some time (quality or otherwise) with my folks and freinds, scooba dive nose deep into books and Wikipedia, make some new freinds and sleep before I finish this...

Tihs lsat lnie has been wirrten uisng my lsat bit of snaity...

Chao...

Will a Cynic Do?

Okay, before you start reading this, here's a word of caution, I'm going to switch across topics ruthlessly. After all, its a lazy winter sunday afternoon, I'm firmly settled in bed after a cancelled lunch date, and a dose of my comfort breakfast, content, smug and ready to spill my guts out on a literal note.

Yesterday was something freaky.... I happened to be at a place in the city, eating Momos (what else??) and things from a street food place. In comes a gal and orders Pasta Primavera, and I was like, okay, this chic has spunk, to order pasta from a place that's serving Aloo Tikki right on the same Counter.. All my life, I've been a challenged eater of food, trying out new places, trashing or trolloping over them as I reach my faves, and they are the same ones as yours, depending on choice of cuisine, choices made comfortably, as you & me read about the interesting places to be in the City papers.

I stand right next to the Chef(??) as he starts making the pasta, at the same time handling an order for the tikkis, one hand on the karaari tikkis in the boiling oil and the other spatially gliding the spatula in a non-stick pan, bouncing and tossing brocolli, corn, carrot et al. As the tikkis browned, he managed at the same time to take another order of them, and introduce a cellophane packet worth of fusilli, penne and angel hair pasta into the pan.. Voila, the pasta came to life, so did the tikkis. Lesson learnt from this mindless exercise while my mind was full of the tang of the chilli sauce (Slurrp!!), I wouldn't stop myself from eating at street places, anything at all.

Okay, the lesson wasn't worth nothing at all to you, but you are still on. Like me, a trivia freak, poring mindlessly over the labyrinth that my blog is becoming. I know you are here, to read about things that are, or could be. Because you think I have a say, and then you'll have your say too, for all its worth, let's juice this piece of HTML code for everything that you and I have to say.

Today, its my comfort food that I want to talk about. Its a piece of crackling browned omelette with Brown bread, followed by a crisp yellow sunny-side-up egg with Bread (again..) and a pitcher full of choco-flavored milk with Rusks. Once all this is inside me, as it is now, I turn into something else. I breathe deeper, think fuller, expereince eustress, get goosebumps more often, read more and can write for nothing at all.

Last night was a long one, I traversed around the city to meet my gal at a party at a happening nightspot of the city, only to find it choked full of oldies, people trying to be there.. There was this Uncle ji, who wanted to swallow his partner in embrace or something, it was another thing that the DJ was playing Hip Hop and Rock, which necessarily isn't your hug and smooch kinda music, but then, love is blind, and probably deaf and dumb too, as the case that follows will show-
Uncle stepped on my toe thrice, bumped against my gal twice, almost smothered a PYT nearby, and when the gullible me asked him to watch where he's going, he told me to watch my step. ha!
And then my gal, decided to confront him, out comes his cell phone, yelling to his partner, let me call some guys around... yawn... I was as bored by the predictability of this encounter as you are by now. To boot, the guy looked like Ranjeet, the villain from 80's movies.

By the way, what is it with DJ's these days, why do they think that if they've dedicated the place to a particular genre of music, that they then have the right to heave upon us all the crap they think is their idea of music?

Why do I have to listen to songs that make me flip the FM switch at a time that I truly, madly deeply want to freak out? Sample this, Salaame Ishq?? In a club at 2 in the night? Dunk Me..

Okay pals and slaves of the written word, here's where it ends today. For the next 2 hours, I'll be out in a sunny park, watching my freinds' 3 year old play, and watch their play of emotions as I let them know that they forgot my Bday (I carry my grudges for 1 week, you see...)

A hug and a bowl of confetti at you. Sunday afternoons Rule!! May I remain smug as I am now..
With a wipe of my chin of the leftover milk (arrgh..) and another wipe off the keyboard of the broken bread crumbs..

B Y E

The Cat that wasn't belled...

Well, the Cat results are out yet again. And the its the same old sob story. I topped the country in English, flunked below the threshold in Maths and fared reasonably well in D.I.

Hope springs eternal.. my hope that my Akkad-bakkad-bambe-bo with Maths in the Cat Exam will pay off is still on. I'll try until I succeed.. or I'll keep using it as a brain teaser every year. Doesn't feel that bad to know that you are at the top of country's top talents in terms of your knowledge and expertise of the Queen's language.. Mathematics is a totally different ball game altogether..

Yesterday, I turned 23. Have picked up and left behind a lot of baggage in all these years. Hoping this coming year does some things for me that I've needed, not what others around me wanted. This recent period has been one of extreme restlessness, simply because there has been a total lack of rest. I'm mostly in a sombre, deadened mood, and come to my element only when it comes to speaking eloquently in front of my people, inspiring them to reach heights they've not even started dreaming of, so confronted they feel by 70 hour weeks and same and similar, deadening work.

This birthday was a cool surprise, many people called and scrapped me with their wishes and I thank them for that... The surprise and its coldness came from the fact, that out of people I call my best buddies, chums, langotiyas et al, 2 forgot my Birthday, 1 thought itwas okay to msg me a Bday wish since I had in my deadened mood forgotten to wish him a happy new year.

I had forgotten that it takes a bday wish to get one, a visit once in a while to elicit a phone call, and the feeling that you care for the person, has to be put through constant testing and reinforcement, only then does it appear, that you are a freind to the other person.

Okay, probably the above mentioned paragraph was influenced by the below mentioned epiphany that I had while writing this line-

For starters, the freinds that you have are met through a series of circumstances that put you together, probably you shared that time-worn school desk with them, may be it was the rain that you saw out of their window as you visited them next doors, or the night you spent talking to them on the phone just about nothing at all; the new year's eve that you spent with them year after year, not for lack of oppurtunity to go to other parties but because you thought you were of the same brood as them and that doesn't mean the brooding kind..

Now a BPO Career happened, you changed time zones, had virtual sundays, made promises and didn't keep (some of them), weren't a freind of convinience who could be called upon for watching movies or going out on a double date or for companionship itself.... you probably thought that this person was a chum, a freind you would have for life. Well, Life has changed 360۫ for you. Not for them, Life is still the same busy but normal piece of existence, you don't even get to meet your parents for weeks on end though you live in the same house is not something they know, because you don't have the time and cry on their shoulder for this.

Okay, this isn't going anywhere and I need to...

So till next time.. Adios Amigos.

Riding on the tails of the last post

Ohh.. and here's the list of my new year resolutions-

get a tatoo, fly for the 1st time in my life, see more of this country, live away from family for studies and for discovering if I can survive, cherishing each day as I cherish this moment, so I can get out what's within, and get over with what's to come...

HaPpY NeW YeAr

Looking Forward... to a new year

Coming back today after a reasonable hiatus.. Wrote a long post and then the comp, for the 1st time, hung up... Guess it doesn't like my verbose description of a life less ordinary..

This year is just about the pinnacle of my life.. Things that happen in the next 3 months will change the course of my life. I've been planning forever to go for an MBA. Have been brilliant enough to crack the CAT once and also to flunk in my college exam at the same time, thereby missing this oppurtunity 2 years ago...

Tomorrow the cat will be out of the bag.. so my dream of becoming a hotshot media planner/Corporate Sales Manager will be either fulfilled or I'll be back to selling taps.. Spoiled for choice you see... and then there is the 3rd possibility... that I'll get to do what I want.

Everyone around me, my parents and my mates, my girl to my juniors.... have the same advice for me... get settled so that you can get married... Of course, based on their affection for me, they wish these things for me in varying orders and disorders.

New years was interesting... Not able to dance much (because of the boring old stiff back problem) I was content watching people whirl around... The Deejay was a piece of beauty.. tell him to play linkin park and he would come up with some hindi no., you and me wouldn't listen to in donkey's years, lest our souls be diminished into pieces of fragmented profanity..

Okay, the above was just a figure of speech. The end of the party was interesting, Due to the heavy fog, a motley bunch of us had to have a nightcap, coffee and conversation as they say.

Coffee's not something I do... but conversations are things I can get hooked to. Had a wide ranging discussion on coffee bars, Indo-Sino-US ties and the lack of them, how China's going to kick us in the backside and all that jazz... Exactly what is missing in my life.... Me, a Brit writer working for a Business Publication in india, a freind who's in the PR industry, and a gaggle of PYT's who contributed about as much to the conversation as the air around us.

It's one hell of a ride.. to be doing the same intellectually deadening work each day, when each day you wake up, rise and shine, only to be enthused by the look of your people and when they look up at you, for things you can conjure up out of more than air.... to come back enveloped in fog and drenched in the sweat of your labours.. When your aural senses are deadened by the loud portions of bostonian and keraliite english dished out at you... how many times will you go out there and tell people,

ITs not IRATED, its irate, the password cant be resetted, its ALWAYS reset...

Okay, veered off topic totally here. Let's try doing this another day.