Ah Crap!

I really hate "occasions". 31st Dec is just another one of em....ok yeah I'm just grumpy...as always.

BTW why do people wish "Happy new year" on 31st evening? arre yaar should I start wishing you happy birthday a day before you grow old???

Any hoo...hope you have a great time if u r goin partyin...hope you get sleep if your neighbours are partyin...have fun next yr! See you on the flipside...

Peace and remembrance for 26/11...

P.S. - Don't miss Slumdog millionare for the world...surprisingly refreshing movie!

Need a new job?

Spotted on the BBC website :D

Is raat ki subah nahin?

Feeling....Helpless, scared, empty, violated, angry, insignificant....

ATS chief died, NSG commandos died...

People had to go through a list to figure out if the people they have been looking for are still alive...

The cliches from the politicians have started

Pakistan says they were not involved

PM says we will not let this happen again...just like the last time

Shivraj Patil is still the Home minister..incompetent bufoon

Modi and Advani are looking to cash in...oppertunists

Thakrey surface again...his tail between his legs 

Jayanti Natrajan continues her sycophancy....I don't have words for her...I do but can't be spoken in public

Why shouldn't I just let go and give up...I don't know....I don't know if I will...I hope you are not feeling as helpless...

In case you are in Bombay...do me a favor..if you think it is safe, please drop a flower at atleast one of the sites....in rememberance of all those who were not as lucky as us...

Apocalypse

Blood soaked streets

Bullets replacing crackers

Twinkle in the eyes replaced with an emptiness

Breaking news breaking hearts and spirits

Freedom fighters who don't understand freedom

Taking lives to free their souls

Freedom they long for is forever lost

Their guilt will never set them free

Soldiers ready to die for me

stepping in the line of fire

With a flimsy bullet-proof vest

With pride of the country at heart

Politicians taking their customary rounds

Celebrities outraged at talk shows

Journalists hawking their "sources"

News junkies watching the unfolding story

The final assault started 8 hours ago

Taj is up in flames again

Helpless Indians in front of the tube

Wondering what have you done to my home...what did you do to my home

Some more name calling

Now imagine what the conversation will be like..

Mr D: Go and lend more money!
Bank Wala: Don't be absurd..Darling.
Mr D: Don't talk to me like that you are not my wife....Go lend money
Bank Wala: Darling that is just not feasible. We need liquidity!
Mr D: Stop fucking around with my economy! You are screwing up the confidence, this has never happened before!
Bank Wala: Go to hell...err....Darling

Suspended Animation

Her white skin was gleaming under the bright sunlight. Enjoying everyone’s attention, her huge black eyes held every gaze directed at her. She was a traffic stopper alright. But then her master turned up and struck her hard with a stick and everyone moved on. Her famous last word still echo in the emptiness…..MOOOOOOOOOO.

Down Poison

Struggle with your life's purpose at night
vow that the next morning will begin the change
Start the next day just like the day before
hoping the change will find you...somehow

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

You detest the framework you are given
The set of rules to live and be judged by
You end up being bound by the rules
Measuring your happiness and success...like everyone else

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

You had promised yourself, you won't be just another soul
Wandering the streets with a smiley stamped across your face
Now between shopping binges and loud music
You nod and smile at no name faces

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

And then you finally make your peace
The last moments, before you hit the ground, set you free
But what will they say? How will they cope with it?
You will forever be the one not talked about...the human stain

Pick your poison, drink it down
Numb your senses, dumb the world down

Your alarm clock is signaling a new start
Welcome to the strange
Welcome to what happened yesterday
Welcome to your life...

Same shit, New day...

Courage under fire

They lined both sides of his path to salvation. He charged ahead, ducking and weaving. Their arsenal was never ending, their aim wasn’t the best. Splinters of their ammunition were as dangerous as the ammunition. At least he was spared the sound of them loading and firing. The earth shattering universal noise of spitting …AAACHHTTTHOOOO

Aspirations

Blazing like a shooting star
setting the night sky alight
the beautiful celestial shower of light
Illuminating everything, albeit for a split second

or

The flickering flame
One that doesn't take heed to what the wind tells it
The flame that lasts a lifetime
only enlightening ones who bother to come near enough

So who do YOU want to be?

Soothing light at the end of the tunnel

Sitting there in the dark room
Damp and stale air circulating in his lungs
Tired, dried and painful eyes
Adjusting to the solitary beam of light in the room

Bound by ropes since eternity
He had stopped struggling against them
But the light reminded him of what he could be
The light was where he wanted to get to

The flimsy ropes gave way under his gentle tug
He was free from all that was holding him from his destiny
His weak limbs carried him to the door
His face partially illuminated by the sunlight

He rushed into the thin wooden door
The cool breeze running through his hair reminding him what it meant to be free
His feet missing the familiarity of the damp ground
His mind scared of the uncertainty

The wind started hitting his face harder and faster
He was where he always wished to be
Only to realize he had been waiting for his end
He was found washed up on a beach a few kilometers from his light tower.

P.S. the title is from a Metallica song - "No Leaf Clover" - The soothing light at the end of the tunnel, is just a freight train coming your way.....

cricket buzz

Some words just don't work in cricket :)

Demon Barber

Sitting there with your life your barber’s hands, you wince when he says “Oh Shit”. You can feel the warm fluid drip from the back of your ear. You will have to live with it for the rest of your life. Your favorite white shirt will forever be tainted with the purple hair color!

:P what did you think happened?

For a cause

Manu had posted this link on his blog...do have a look ....some people need the money more than you..and as Manu put it...it is not charity, you get the cash back....

Bird of prey

Another bomb blast. He will have lots of stuff to feast on. Ah! the perfect moment, A woman is sitting in the pool of blood and tears, wailing for her dead 6 year old. He has a smile on his face, a good day indeed. It is almost time, time for some more breaking news.

Whats in a name...

I love British names :D

Back to school

Some teachers make siting in class after a heavy lunch on a Saturday afternoon fun.

This was during our Macroeconomics class...We have a distributed class as in a part of the class is in Chennai. The prof saw that the Chennai guys were not participating in the discussion...the following happened:

Prof: Chennai....I hope you are with us...at least in spirit
Wise Ass: Sir, Spirits in the evenings
Prof: Is it...everyday??
Wise Ass: Between bouts of laughter...yes sir
Prof: I think I need to be in Chennai next week
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Most of us are shit scared of our Stats prof...anyway he is another cool guy...at least from his choice in music ;) ....the following is from his slides

Sing along with Bob Dylan...
How many deviations does a statistician fly
Before he can cross much of it [the data]?
The answer my friend is Chebyshev Theorem
The answer is Chebyshev Theorem

I know it is geeky....but still fun ;)

Bhaiyaaaaaaaa

Is it just me or do they look alike? :).... The other guy

Quick Tales

Got to know about the quick tales contest from Cynic. The following was my entry. Post is longer than usual...lemme know what you think...The theme given for the entry was Journal.

-38-

He couldn’t see much in the dark room. The eight year old wanted to play with the big boys. They wanted him to prove his worth. Now, he was stuck in this damp, uninhabited supposedly haunted cottage in the middle of the night for 3 hours. He could see a solitary bulb hanging from the ceiling. He felt the wall for a semblance of a switch. After 10 minutes of frantic search, the room was lit, albeit only partially. The room was barren. An old tattered journal was lying on the floor. Strangely enough it was nailed to the floor.

He tried to make himself comfortable on the floor. The light was just about enough to read the brittle yellow pages. The cover had 38 written on it. The texture however was lumpy and looked like the paint had dried long time ago. It was impossible to lift the diary off the floor. He could not fathom why anyone would nail a diary to the floor. The diary had a single entry. “Oh well” he thought, “The diary would help him kill some time at least”.

5 Aug, 1938:
I can see this short, stout boy entering my room. The townsfolk still think my ghost haunts this place. Ignorant fools. I wonder why someone in their right mind will even look at this shattered place let alone enter it. I am sick and tired of these people. They have no right to barge into my space! I am going to teach them a lesson they are never going to forget. This kid is getting on my nerves now. He is planning to sleep on the floor of MY room. I can’t let this happen. He will pay for this…

The kid broke into a cold sweat. His knew it was just a prank by the older guys. He could hear the wind blow through the hollow walls of this godforsaken place. He thought he heard the wooden floor creak. It sounded like a rusted wheelchair. He turned around but the light went out. He could feel someone’s eyes on him. The last thing he felt was cold metal on his face…

The old crippled man moved his wheelchair next to the journal. He tore the cover off the book and replaced it with a new one. It had 39 written on it…In blood.

Sound Of Silence

She had been waiting forever to get him in this position. She had suffered enough. This was her time for revenge. He was right next to her, sleeping peacefully. She knew there would be consequences. Her mouth was right next to his face. And then she screamed her lungs out “STOP SNORING YOU DUMB ASS!”

Vision and Re-Vision

They met online. It was an instant connection. He could see her smiling as she was typing. He could feel her every little move. He wanted to wake up in the morning and feel her next to him, forever. She said you see me for what I am. She dumped him because he was blind.

Trafficking Bangalore

Driving here is like playing a video game in suspended animation. There are so many things that drive me up the wall. Thankfully, the iPod keeps me calm. This post is dedicated to the various specimens found here.

Lets start with the pedestrians. I seriously feel dogs are better at crossing roads than some of these guys. No seriously, I don't mean it as a derogatory term. Dogs are better. For that matter cows are better too. Why you ask? When dogs cross the road they do ONE thing..cross the road. No cell phone, no chatting...when we humans do it is like we own this patch of land covered by my airspace! Now if you honk politely the dog will run to either side of the road, but the pedestrians? Nah, that will be too simple won't it. They will first freeze in the middle of the road. As you speed up to pass them they will take on step closer to you so that you slow down AND they will freeze again. I seriously want to get down from the bike and help them cross the road! BAH! BTW the cows are better as they don't cross the road at all. They just stand there and PEE!

Now the two wheelers. The sole reason for the chaos on Bangalore roads (I'm one of them). As soon as the traffic comes to a stand still we become like water. Every nook and cranny will be filled up by one of us. If the road doesn't have a divider we will flow into the wrong lane too AND THEN pick a fight with the guy coming the right way! The sole reason to own a two wheeler in Bangalore is to live for the moment between red lights, specially now that most of the traffic lights have a countdown timer! That is one moment when even Rossi will be put to shame by what we can do with our Scootys and TVS Champs!

The Big people, read car wallahs. The most jealous people ever. They usually drive in formation. Slow enough for you to tear your hair from your helmet (Ha ha err sorry), but the space between them is just enough for that dog to cross the road but not for you to overtake them. YOU ARE SCREWING UP MY RACE!! but noooooo the oldies just don't get it! Why jealous you ask? well when they bought the care they did not realise that even a cycle wallah can easily overtake them in Bangalore. So now they just want you to follow them!

BTW we have our own language too....Honking..

1 short burst - be careful you are backing into my front tyre
2 short bursts - Coming through! move your ass!
One long continuous blow till the traffic starts moving - My ass is on fire/ I wanna PEE!

P.S. - The best bumper sticker I have seen - "Honk if you are constipated"

Live and let die?

She knows he will show up here. This was supposed to be the target. He can’t be allowed to take so many innocent lives. She can see his nervous face. Their eyes meet. A tear rolls out of his eyes. She blows herself up. She couldn’t let him make such a grave mistake after all.

Kashmir

He lies on the footpath
immaculately dressed
undeniably ready for success
but something is not right

Half of his head is hairless
The rotting skin no longer productive
He can't move his head any longer
The headache is excruciating

They said they can cure him
He will have to let go off a part of him
The part of his head that won't let him shoot for the stars
That part of him that may lead to his slow decay

The choice is his,
let the rot free as it wants to be
or wait for the his end
and the end of the part of him he did not want to give up

P.S. I did not want to write on what was going on in Kashmir conflict as my understanding is inadequate and I thought it will be insensitive. But I found a lot of people think the same way. The part that troubles me is that are we ready to leave people behind because we are doing well? Would this arrogant question have come up if our economy wasn't doing well?

Redifining Electronics

Damn! I wasted all that cash on Engineering and they did not even teach me the correct stuff! :D

This is what LEDs actually do...

Article from rediff

Public Carrier

Standing there, drenched to the bone
Tiered hands no longer capable of driving
Voices in your head feeling uncomfortable
You can feel his gaze right on you

The bespectacled eyes, staring right at you
You look directly at him
wishing he will look away
Then you realize, he is unaware of your presence

Sitting there in the back of a blue semi-truck
Stuck in a traffic jam his eyes focused on a distant point
His mind churning endlessly
Trying to figure out what happened

Holding on to his life and memories
All his possessions are traveling with him
The new destination as alien to him as the road he is traveling on
Just a fistful of memories of what had been

The age of his dreams is reflected on his sad face.
The eyes lack the any life or anticipation
At least he got a ride to his new home on this godforsaken day
Maybe that is why the truck is called a Public Carrier.

Freedom

He turned 61 today. He wanted to feel free. His politician girlfriend gifted him a chance to sky dive. The smile on his face as he climbed into the aircraft was infectious. At last he'll touch the height he was meant to. His girlfriend's smile was wider. She had his parachute in her car.

P.S. Another chance to shamelessly get more hits on MY skydive ka video ;)

Sound of silence

They were hiding in the bush. Men with machetes looking for their god’s revenge. She held her hand on her daughter’s mouth, to stop her from screaming, to save her life. The keepers of faith left their spot, her child no longer scared. She lifted her hand, the kid wasn’t breathing anymore…to save her life.

P.S. - Based on a combination of a scene from the movie Parzania and a scene from Season finale of M*A*S*H

Close encounters of the nth kind

In the Dish TV ad, the one where Mr Khan is talking to a bunch of TV reporters about broken news (not a typo)...WHY THE HELL is he talking into a TV remote control?? :O

Rant

I am sick of being Mediocre. I am sick of people who say marks do not matter, you are here to learn. It is exactly like saying I gave it my all, I gave my 100% that is all that matters. Stop screwing with your own mind. All that matters is that you fucking failed miserably. Who gives a shit about how much effort went into your failure? CGPA/CTC/How much road does your car occupy/How big is your big ass TV...THAT is the measure of where/who you want to be! Get your fucking priorities straight!

waiting to bloom

They were sitting there in knee deep water, the latest addition to her room. Hoping her next breath won’t be her last. Hoping someone relieves her of the plastic tubes sticking into her. Her body was carried out of her room. They were dumped into a dustbin. Neither of them got a chance to bloom

A fitting end?

Sometimes you just don't have to think-up a post :D...from espnstar

Either his parents have a great sense of humor...or were just pissed at something ;)

The Sickness

The 8 and 10 year olds are sobbing...
Even the wind touching their burnt skin is painful.
Who is going to console them every day of their lives...
The lives that will now be devoid of a father.

The white coats are stained with blood...
This time it is their own.
The disinfectants are stronger today...
Still not strong enough to wipe out the scars.

Another breaking news flashes on the screen...
Another live bomb has been diffused.
My own indifference and helplessness is sickening...
Then you just switch the channel and they become another statistic.

Bangalore...Ahmadabad...I just don't know what to say...I am sorry.

Nobody's fault

Standing there, drenched to the bone...
The vast expanse waiting for him to make up the numbers.
He has a smile on his face...
The Sun will be there waiting for him.

The red sky mirroring his destination...
The turbulent sea uneasy with his calm.
His eyes are distant...
Remembering the long lost friends.

There is so much he wanted to tell them, but couldn't...
The blood red sea can't fill that void.
If only he could have seen them again...
If only he knew the last time was the last time.

It is not your fault, cry his eyes...
You couldn't have saved my soul from me.
You meant the world to me too...
You always will.

They found him the next day...he found himself too...

P.S. Based on some recent stuff I read...I hope this helps...

Crash! Boom! Bang!

AND it rained again yesterday....After a long time my trusted steed saw what the road looks like from up close! Yup had an accident...relax don't worry the bike is doing fine ;)

Any hoo what I wanted to post here was thanks to those good Samaritans who appeared from nowhere on the busy Hosur road, helped me out and then disappeared into thin air...Thanks guys...

I guess I can't be cynical for next couple of days now....DAMN!

...

Everything/Everyone you know will let you down...except the music.

Let it play...

What gives YOU the right to crib?

Heaven or hell?

Standing there all alone. The gentle waves of water brushing your knees. The distant lights over the water reminding you of lost souls. The drops of rain, dripping from your body do not bother you anymore. You are beyond the point of return. The “city-taxi” behind you honks, wakes you up and you drive on…


P.S. - yup it rained in Bangalore yesterday and yes my office is on Hosur road.

sitting, wishing, waiting, hoping...

She had actually created your world,
Shaped your perception and your bald head...
Teasing you about your new girlfriends,
While helping you finish your Second grade homework...

The last moment of recognition,
The last smile on her face...
The time it took for it to sink in,
The time you cried for the first time realizing your loss..

The faces in the photographs are beginning to fade,
The sands of time have eroded your memories...
Then you realize, the reason for your loss of recollection,
It was just the tears in your eyes blurring your vision...

42

Who/What do you want to be?

Crap

Lost and drained..will get back to posting in a few...

Auto Riknomics

Had my first couple of microeconomics classes last weekend. Interesting view point on the Auto wale Bhaiyas

Well, all of us have heard atleast one story of a good Samaritan cab driver in Dubai/Japan/US who waved off some waiting charge or gave a discount or some such and look at the auto wallahs in Bangalore...

Economist's reasoning - well compare (the discount/earnings per day) for each of them - The Guy abroad gave you the discount because he could afford it.

Okay then why are the Auto wallah's in Chennai much worse than the ones in Bangalore?

Economist's reasoning - The Chennai public transportation system is much better than that of Bangalore. So the number of customers for the Chennai driver is reduced to the people who need the Auto urgently or do not want to use the public transport.

All a matter of demand and supply!! ;)

P.S. This is what I understood from the discussion...may not be the verbatim transcript of what happened in the class!

The prof - Prof V Ranganathan

Flight to freedom

His life is in her hands now. No one is ready to bear him anymore. It is going to be a fall to his end. She lets him go into the thin air. The ground is heading towards him fast. His skin is fluttering in the air…FLOP!! into the bin! Good shot Kanta bai!!

P.S. – Kindly do NAT litter! :)

The last walk

All you can see is the bright sunlight reflecting on the windowpane. The 6 foot tall man standing next to you is as fragile as a 6 year old. He holds on to your arm, afraid you might let him go. All you can think of is the man. He has been with you every time you dared to dream. He was responsible for each moment of regret in your heart. Each time you thought "I can not do this anymore", his chest welled up with pride and happiness.

The light is bright and you squint to shield your eyes. The man thinks it is another day out for him in the safety of your mind. You reach the bus stop and wait for the bus. You push him under the bus and look at him disappear.

You can feel the breeze on your face and in your hair. You are free now. Free of all your fears and inhibitions. All you needed to do was be fearless of failure. Now you are ready to take on the world...

Junk food for thot

The problem with religion is that it has become a belief system from it's actual state of an idea!

An idea is something you can grow and refine, while belief is something you die for just to keep it alive.

The difference is the same as between creation and destruction.

For what it is worth...

The 12 year old, gazes out of his mud hut. Waiting for the constable to come visit the boy's neighbor. She is the pretties girl of the village. Ever since the drought the cop has used his connections to help get her some food.

The constable arrives on his bicycle with some rice and dal. He waits outside his sweetheart's home. No body answers. He can see the figure of a hungry 12 year old standing in the shadows. The boy tells the cop "Sahab ji, Didi bol ke gayi thi ki raat ko der ho jayegi." The boy doesn't know where has she gone. The constable starts to head back but he can feel a pair of eyes staring into his back. He turns around and gives the food to the boy.

The boy can't see the constable leaving. The kids vision is blurred by his own tears. He goes back inside to feed his 2 year old sister. He eats as much as he can. He will need all his strength to bury Didi's body lying in the backyard.

UPDATE - based on some comments I figure you think I have lost my mind....well I think the post is self explanatory if you consider it is based on this photograph.

The glass house

He is stuck there between the glass walls, watching the world go by. He longs for the walls to slide down so that he can fly away into oblivion. Hoping he doesn’t suffer the same fate as his brothers, hoping he never hears the sound of death.

CLAP! Another mosquito killed in the car.

Complete workout

Living in Bangalore? Want to go swimming but the pool is too crowded? worry not...move to Bannerghatta Rd...Some ppl from office went to the IPL game yesterday. They had to cross the bannerghatta rd though...one small problem...it rained yesterday...well they hitched a ride with a truck driver and got to the match in time..thanks for asking

Helping Hand

For some reason he can't swim anymore. The waves are pounding him into submission. His head is under water. He can see the distorted figure of a man on the beach. He hopes the lone figure can see his hand. He hopes he could gather enough strength to scream. All he can muster is a muffled whimper. The sun is setting. The water is getting colder and darker. His last hope is the stranger with the sunglasses.

He is standing on the beach. It is time for the sun to set. He has been here innumerable times. Wishing and hoping. Wishing he could see the sunset. Wishing he wasn't blind.


....Well almost 55 :D

Junk food for thot

The best way of making someone feel better or making a "friend" for life is to make them feel superior to you.

A person who feels he/she is superior to you will forever feel sorry for you and will go out of his/her way to help you out so that the superiority index climbs another notch.

Based on Choke by Chuck Palahnuik

P.S. - The converse isn't true....well hopefully

No Regrets

He sat there in the dark room, lit by the solitary beam of sunlight sneaking through between the heavy curtains. There it was, the small box covered in shiny pink wrapping paper. He knew it was from her. She loved that color.

He wanted to open it, but needed a pair of scissors. The only pair in his sparse apartment was with her. He did not want to ask her for it. Not after the fight they had 2 days ago. Maybe this was her way of saying sorry.

She was sitting there, leaning on the dining table. Her face impassive, hair falling over her eyes. Palms of her hands pressed on the table. He had tried talking to her yesterday, but that turned into another fight.

The curiosity got better of him. He walked towards her, placed his hand on her shoulder, pulled the pair of scissors out of her back and opened the gift. It was a box set of CDs by his favourite band..."The scissor sisters"

Glory Glory Man Utd

2008 EPL champions...Moscow here we come!

P.S. - Mr Grant please shut your trap - The EPL had the rule regarding goal difference before you were here. Oh I forgot you guys actually lost 2 points :P

Yay!

Got through the PGSEM @ IIM-B admission process.

Another Techy manager spawned..well if I clear the exams that is ;)

Sanity Prevails

Yesterday before the IPL started I was watching the news. To my pleasant surprise I heard this news about the MPs taking up the cause of the ordinary Indian family and our value system. The cheerleaders employed in IPL are vulgar and obscene. They are degrading to cricket. Next time they dance they should be arrested and thrown in jail just like the Bar dancers.

I am so relieved that AT LAST the saviors of Indian morality came forward and prevented me from sinning and saved my soul from being eternally condemned to the lower echelons of hell.

Thank god the cheerleader are a matter of priority in a country where parents have disowned a girl child. They are right actually, they should be given the right to kill the kid before she is born. Women ARE a burden on the family.

I hope removing the cheerleaders from the clean sport of cricket will stop the rapes of minor girls and public sexual harassments of women who attend parties. Well the rape is a girls fault anyway. She should be held responsible for any corruption of the values of sex starved Indian men.

Lastly I hope that women in close proximity of drunk men at the cricket grounds realize that it is their fault if they end up corrupting HIS moral fiber and god forbid something unpleasant happens to the man.

P.S. - Lets move to Afghanistan next to mullah omar's palatial presidential cave.

Adrenalize!

Finally got around to editing my sky dive video...put some my kinda music :) ...found the reverse bungee video too...so here they are ;)

Reverse bungee was in Singapore - P.S. I am not responsible for any actions of the guy sitting next to me and pardon my french ;) (m d guy in the white T)



And here is the sky dive ka video :)

Ramble On

Lying in the dark,
Staring at the abyss that lies ahead.

Freedom of solitude,
Fear of loneliness.

Music blaring in the headphones,
Unfamiliar silence accompanying the familiar sounds.

Forgetting the faces that made me,
Scared of looking at old photographs for the memories that they will bring back.

Sleepless eyes and mind,
Tired body longing for rest.

Jump! looking for a calm end,
Keep falling into the bottomless pit.

Hoping for dreams, calm as a lake,
Stuck with the violence of drowning.

India IS a superpower

I have been hearing that India has the capability of being the NEXT super-power since I was 5. We have arrived on the global scene..FINALLY...Don't believe me? See this

Tiny happy people

Bald as a cue-ball
Aspiring to be 2 feet tall

The toothless grin
Burying in his chest the tiny chin

Mister know it all
Always ready to talk to the doll

Those deep dark eyes
Looking at everything with surprise

All the tiny fingers
Each feather touch that forever lingers

The weirdly funny crawl
The man of the house is on the prowl

The silence the house when he is asleep
Just makes you long for his laugh that resembles a sheep.

For Arul - Happy 1st B'day in advance ;)

No Name Face

Last Sunday, while coming back from Mumbai to B'lore I noticed a break in the usual Indian Airlines customs. Don't worry they STILL play the same elevator music (Kenny-G). Anyhoo, the change was that during the routine flight announcement by the pilot, the voice on the PA system was that of a lady and she said "this is Captain Roopa......".

Well I thought IA did not allow its lady pilots from making the announcements as it would lead to the passengers losing confidence in the pilot and the airlines!! Dumb Sexists!

I can't think of anything worse for an employee that not getting acknowledged for their work. Thank god sanity has prevailed and the lady pilots are getting the respect and credit due to them.....

...

I am scared that I completely understand the power associated with killing.

I actually won't mind being John Dall's character in rope.

Unmistakable Bonds

There she stands
Her pretty face leaning into the window

The eyes searching for recognition
The deep and empty eyes hoping for salvation

Her lips are dry and knees are weak
Her hair are unkempt, falling over her eyes

The palms of her hand are deathly white
The fingers looking to grip something ANYTHING

and then everybody can hear her scream " Who the FUCK put feviquick on the FUCKING WINDOW!!!"

Mentally Detrimental Dental Science

Sooooo...haven't been posting regularly lately. Here is the reason..

After a LONG time had to visit a dentist as the toothache was UNBEARABLE. I consider my threshold of pain to be pretty high, but that day even the painkillers stopped working. Anyhoo, so finally went to this "dentist" at a "reputed" clinic near my home. The doc was nice enough to tell me your face is swollen you need root canal treatment. WO! he didn't even need a X-Ray to determine that MAN he must be good.

So, the treatment moved to the dentist's chair with me in a compromising position (NO YOU FILTHY MIND, I MEAN I HAD ANESTHESIA PUMPED IN MY MOUTH. GAWD!). Well I should have guessed all is not well when the hose called suction tube kept being shoved down my throat by the "dentist's assistant"(18-20 yr old kid). And then the doc says shit, I figured my dental hygiene needs help, alas I am still suffering from that momentary lapse of competency on the dentists part.

He said, OK.. enjoy..come back in 2 days I'll finish the job, here is my mobile number. Pretty helpful guy yaar I thought. He was just covering his ass I guess.

Thursday evening-
Me - Doctor my face is swollen up
Doc - It is ok, take the antibiotics and it will go away.

Friday evening -
Me - Doctor my face looks like yours (how I wish I had said that)
Doc - It is ok, take the antibiotics and it will go away.

Sat Morning

DAD - You need to change doctors!
Me - Doctor my face is swollen up, no change AT ALL
Doc - OK come meet me, I'll take a look at it.
Doc - Hmm...you are allergic to the medicine I placed in the cavity, it is VERRRRRY rare.

I thought atleast the dude knows the reason!

Sunday Morning
Me - Doctor my face is swollen up, no change AT ALL
Doc - (SHIT! he would have thought) ok stop the antibiotics and meet me.
DAD - You need to change doctors!

Monday Morning
DAD - You need to change doctors!
Me - Well that seems harsh!
DAD - I am the one who has to look at your face. (I think he thot!)
Me - well OK, I like being an equal opportunity patient.

New DOC - WTF?? (no no he did not say that but MEANT it)! what happened?
Me - blah blah blah
New Doc - The tooth and gums are completely septic (infected) now, go pray to your gods that we can save the tooth(I rolled over and started glory glory Man Utd and the doc begged me to stop).

Well after numerous photo shoots of the tooth (for the benefit of mankind and dental students ) and ALL the NOOB docs and Interns taking a look at my mouth poking with shiny pointy thingys, it was decided to start treatment.

I still have to go to the hospital EVERYDAY at 9 BLOODY A.M. to recover from the shit incident that happened in the vicinity of my teeth.

I can't sue the guy as the new doc doesn't want to get involved in a 10yr battle and neither do I. For the same reason I am not mentioning the Clinic (extension of a well known hospital in Bangalore) or the "Doctor"'s name.

If I do not update the blog in the next week, consider me to be in a compromising position in a dentist's chair some where in Bangalore.

This is your life - the dust brothers

This one is pretty relevant to today so instead of posting it with the other music posts on the other blog...posting it here..

This is your life by the dust brothers from the movie The Fight Club

And you open the door and you step inside
Where inside our hearts
Now imagine your pain as a white ball of healing light
That's right, your pain
The pain itself is a white ball of healing light
I don't think so

This is your life, good to the last drop
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life and it's ending one minute at a time

This isn't a seminar, this isn't a weekend retreat
Where you are now you can't even imagine what the bottom will be like
Only after disaster can we be resurrected
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything
Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's

You have to give up, you have to give up
You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
Doesn't get any better than this
This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time

You have to give up, you have to give up
I want you to hit me as hard as you can
I want you to hit me as hard as you can

Welcome to Fight Club
If this is your first night, you have to fight

Simulating Motion Sickness

1. Put on your headphones
2. Sit in a position such that your head is not supported (no headrest or pillows)
3. Start the music (Electronica or techno like The Man Machine or any Benni Bennasi tune will do)
4. Close your eyes and keep swallowing periodically.

For best results perform on an empty stomach.

Feeding Life

The old man lies there, resigned to his fate
White as the sheets covering him, pale as the dried flowers next to his bed

His eyes are dry, they refuse to shed another tear waiting for the inevitable.
The limbs refuse to carry him any further, just a matter of time now.

Tubes and needles jetting out of him.
His transparent skin is as fragile as the smile of recognition on his face.

The people surrounding him don't know what would be better for him anymore.
Should they hold onto him or let him go?

He closes his eyes one last time, and they know this is the end.
The smile at his spirit and shed a tear for their loss.

The savior moves in with a deathly stealth
The old man opens his eyes, pretending he has some fight left in him.

The old man is devoured by life.
In death he still is useful to some!

P.S. This one was doing rounds in my head for some time now. This is based on a program I saw on Animal Planet about a pack of lions hunting down an old buffalo from a heard. The parallels were so apparent...

R.I.P

May your souls rest in peace Busby Babes.

It's a dog's life!

Wierd world of punjabi abuses

The charges of racial abuse against bhajji have been dropped.

From BBC's website

"BBC sports editor Mihir Bose revealed that the Indians claimed Harbhajan had used a Hindi phrase that could be misheard as "big monkey" in English."

Welllllllllllll....that could only be the "phrase" used by Kareena kapoor in "Jab we met" or Rani Mukherji in "Bichchu"

The part that baffles me is Symonds is OK with bhajji abusing his mother but not with being called a monkey (which BTW in India is not a racial abuse. Some of our gods are monkeys for god's sake).

Wierd shit man!

P.S. if you still haven't figured out the PHRASE, please contact your nearest Punjabi for details!

UPDATE: From www.rediff.com (in case you did not know a Punjabi!)

"A viewing of the video shows that people were moving around but certainly Mr Tendulkar appears to have been closest to Mr Singh in the course of the heated exchange we are concerned with. Contrary to reports that Mr Tendulkar heard nothing he told me he heard a heated exchange and wished to calm Mr Singh down. His evidence was that there was swearing between the two. It was initiated by Mr Symonds. That he did not hear the word "monkey" or "big monkey" but he did say he heard Mr Singh use a term in his native tongue "teri maki" which appears to be pronounced with a "n". He said this is a term that sounds like "monkey" and could be misinterpreted for it," a copy of the judgement released by the International Cricket Council said.

Standing Still

I stand there, gazing through the clear water
Looking at my own two feet
Remembering where they have been
Wondering where are they headed to.

I stand there, waiting for the next wave
feeling the grains of sand between my toes
Waiting for the sand of time
Waiting for it to set me free

I stand there, rooted to mediocrity
wishing and hoping for whats due to me
with every wave hitting my feet
I sink even further,

I stand there, looking at my feet buried in sand
Scared of the permanence, hoping to let go and be free forever
But the sand won't let me free
And the feet convince me to carry on...till the next time