Thursday, December 10, 2009

Cycle of discovery

Check out this link

No shit! So now they have an app on the iPHONE to type a SMS based on what you say... If only we could directly speak to recipient irrespective how far they are...err isn't that a phone call?? BAH!

Tuesday, December 01, 2009


His world was spinning round. The heat was getting unbearable. The sudden bursts were numbing his skin. They had said it would last only for three minutes. The beeping had been incessant. Why doesn’t he get me out of here, he thought. Those hands appeared from nowhere. A booming loud voice proclaimed yay, Microwave popcorn!

Sunday, November 22, 2009

End game...

It feels kinda weird...
The taste of cold metal on your tongue.
The last thing that you'll taste...
Will be the taste of your own death.

The futility of what you wanted...
The stuff you were supposed to want.
The whole game of forever playing catchup...
The game in which you were the fat one always to be picked last.

I shot me down...
I hit the ground.
That awful sound...
My arrogance got me shot down.

The last four lines are based on copied from Nancy Sinatra's song in Kill Bill...

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Goldfish syndrome

He couldn't remember anything. He had lost all his memories last night. All the birthdays and anniversaries. He didn't even know who these people were. They had just become numbers to him. He felt as if he had lost a part of his brain. If only he had backed up the data on his mobile.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

Bang for your buck...

I have had this thought bouncing around in my head for months now. The value for money funda we Indians have, the "Bhaiya, theek theek lagao" syndrome, is absolutely absurd. As the price point of the stuff goes down we start haggling for a smaller share of the money. It is like we are on a conquest and that 10 or 20/- we do not pay the vendor/auto walah will actually redeem the cash splurge on some shitty "Khan" movie at PVR

The sad part is, these 10-20/- would actually make a difference between the other guy actually getting a decent meal or not. Have you ever bargained for 20/- at any of the glitzy showrooms? If they gave you a discount of 100/- did you say "No no, give another 20/- off"?

It is absurd that we get some sort of sadistic pleasure/sense of achievement from actually saving those 20/-, using it for ordering extra cheese on the next Pizza and then paying a 1000/- to the "fitness center" to burn that bloody cheese off our asses....

The bang for your buck could actually be the sound of a poor soul shooting himself! Ironic isn't it?

Thursday, September 10, 2009

Driving with no brakes...

Heading towards the shining light
The one that would cure all darkness
Your life whizzing past you
The blinkers keep you on track

Alone on a crowded road
Other bots looking for their own lighthouses
Heading towards your salvation
At last you'll be able to get the answer

Pick up hitchhikers on the way
Feel alive in their presence
You ar no longer sure if you want to keep running
Blasphemy...drop them off, they are slowing you down

Stop to take a breather
Take out the plastic that defines your worth
Your royal fatness not fitting into what you want
Well burning more plastic will save your soul

And then you are in its presence
Like a deer caught in the headlights
Well what am I supposed to do now?
Look for the next flickering light and run...

Thursday, August 27, 2009


So I was looking at mobile phones on the net and came across this brilliant deal!
A discount of -800 rupees on ipods :D

Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Love, life and everything in between...

He fell for her 5 years ago. She no longer quickened his heart beat. He had found a new life now, a new direction. It had been fun while it lasted. It was time to move on. They were over each other, nothing lasts forever. Then he figured, it was just a job after all.

Sunday, August 09, 2009

The times they are a changing!

P.S. - I am not sure who owns/created this pic... In case you do, please let me know.

Tuesday, July 07, 2009

The other side

I'd rather kill myself working hard and achieve something than die wondering what could have been...

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

Politically Incorrect

Do you think the woman's reservation bill is a good idea? I don't think it is going to change anything on the ground. I oppose it for the same reason that I oppose the OBC/SC/ST reservation bills. I think these guys are solving the wrong problem. Just by giving the "minorities"/"oppressed sex" more visibility in various fields does not help the lady who is being beaten up every day by her drunk husband or the kid who is not allowed to go to school coz she is a girl. Also, being a woman doesn't qualify them for my vote.

I think not allowing men to stand from a constituency would be against the right to choose of the people of that constituency. Just because someone is a woman doesn't give them a purity stamp. Mayawati is as rotten as Mulayam/Kalyan singh. It is just that there are more rotten male politicians than female ones.

All this will do is give 33% of the seats to wives of politicians. Man! some times being politically correct is a pain in the ass.

Friday, June 26, 2009

Heard @ IIM

Today the consumer behavior professor cleared ALL my marketing fundas...

The pearls of wisdom -

Learning marketing is science. Applying marketing is an art. If you don't learn it properly, your application will be modern art!

Tuesday, June 16, 2009

Resident Evil :)

Got my new helmet today....wanted to get one painted for a LONG time....
The Artist - Andrew Arora - Orkut profile
And thanks S for all the effort :)

Monday, June 08, 2009

Bhog le

I think Harsha Bhogle is acting like a big snob with an ill fitting hair piece. His comments especially on the associate teams are getting condescending and really irritating, but that is a personal opinion ... Maybe Akram is not that articulate but at least he tries to talk about cricket. While we are at it Mr Akram it is not "Neither-lands" it is "Netherlands" :)


Sometimes I feel bad for a country like England. Support for south asian countries (even Bangladesh) far exceeds the support for the home team. No wonder Flintoff was so pissed!


Hope Pakistan and Australia do not qualify for the next stage :) ... I think this may well turn out to be South Africa's maiden "big tournament" victory...Anyhoo gonna have lots of late nights for next couple of weeks :(

Tuesday, June 02, 2009

Hanging by a moment

Read this and thot....

She could no longer recognize her reflection,
She never wanted it to end like this.
Her body becoming a liability,
Her soul tired and lost.

He wouldn't mind being with her till eternity,
His heart was crying out to get her back.
He wondered if not letting her die would be selfish,
He wondered if she was no longer his to save.

They were resigned to their fate,
All they could hope for was dignity in death.
Shouldn't they have a choice of their memories,
Or should they remember each other only by the pain?

I don't know if it is OK to let go,
I don't know if you can ever let go
May be you should hang on,
Hang on till death takes the choice away

Friday, May 29, 2009

The spiral never ends...

Have been reading a book called "Gangs". It basically profiles some of the most notorious gangs around the world in an attempt to glamorize the whole gang persona.

One thing that is stark is that gangs tend to breed in places where the disparity between the haves and the have-nots is almost insurmountable. So you will be stuck in the place where you were born and look for people who you can "belong to" and then stick it to "the man".

In India we have invariably had a class to aspire to and reach since there was always the next best thing in sight. The poorest had the roti-kapda-makan dream (Lower middle class). The lower-middle class aspired for the 2nd hand Maruti (R-K-M and Maruti). This upper middle class aspired for the next level - get one kid in the US. So the rat race was always there to keep you busy and not take to the gun.

I wasn't born when the naxal movement started but whatever little I know about them, their basic ideology was to reduce the gap between the land owners and the workers => Naxal gangs.
I think at the rate we, the middle class are "prospering", there is going to be a HUGE problem of resentment and helplessness that will lead to our dive into a cycle of violence. Unless we plan to take the people who are not as fortunate as the rest of us (purely in monetary terms) along for this "development ride" that is impending, we better start buying guns and armed guards...

Thursday, May 21, 2009

Red faced

Saw this one in the Deccan herald issue dated 17th May. These articles are actually side by side.
I wish politicians made up their minds...

Wednesday, May 20, 2009


Blood oozing out of his veins,
Warmth of the flow enthusing his skin.
He urges it to flow out faster,
Egging it on to cleanse him forever.

Red blots against a white sink,
The water flow too weak to erase the past.
The blood stains will stay there for long,
Reinforcing life's lessons - don't mess with a bloody pimple.

Monday, May 18, 2009

Objects in the rearview mirror....

I am not a supporter of congress. Hell I don't support any of those "parties". Ironic isn't it...they call themselves parties and say they are doing serious work for our development...anyhooo...I'm glad these guys got a major share of the vote. At least we won't have to hear who is in bed with whom for the next month with the stocks going up and down like Malika Sherawath's neckline (well technically it never goes up but what the hey...was talking about the stocks you pervert)


It makes me SO happy when the exit polls are off by a country mile! Maybe it is the aversion to studying stats at college. Maybe it is just the pleasure of watching the attempts from all the pseudo-news channels to save face.


I am a die hard fan of Sachin, but I think he is a lousy captain...there I said it...Now I can sleep peacefully


Going into a pretty bad downturn (swing doesn't have the "current" sound to it) in my mood...may not post for a while...if I do its gonna be a you have been warned..

Sunday, May 17, 2009


For all the liverpool fans....beter luck next time....maybe you'll win SOMETHING

Ooh Aah Cantona,Ooh Aah Cantona
Ooh Aah, Ooh Aah, Ooh Aah Cantona....
Ooh Aah Cantona.......

Tuesday, May 12, 2009


Fading photographs, clouding memories
Trying to fit her face back in my life
Longing for that sound of laughter
Can't remember the feeling of laughing along

Your laughter when you knew it wasn't gonna last
Looking after you like you looked after us
Trying to drink that bitter wheat grass shake with you
Shaving my head so that I could give you company

No one knew it would end so soon
It was the best time while it lasted
Goodbye and thanks for all the paronthas :)
Happy mother's day Ma....

Thursday, May 07, 2009

No Speeding!

Saw this on the bike India site..Bike has an average speed of 70 mph??? SO if I am driving in Bangalore, which means I won't cross 30 Kmph for most of the time....Half way through the commute the bike will speed up automatically to achieve the 70 mph average???? BAH!



sorry..couldn't resist ;)

300th post!

Tuesday, May 05, 2009

Killing me softly

Tears rolled down his cheek. He had known all along this would happen. He pushed the knife through again. Another slice of the skin fell down. He will need to destroy all evidence of this happening. He should have hired someone to do the dirty work. His hands were just not made for slicing onions.

Sunday, May 03, 2009

Friday, May 01, 2009

lot of work to be done

Saw this TED video by James Nachtwey. I don't think i'll be able to sleep peacefully for quite some time....this is just one of the photographs that keep flashing in my head every time I close my eyes...Mr Nachtwey said this in the background while this picture came up "This man was being helped in every way he could be. He was just a skeleton. But he still had hope. He was trying to move. " I think I'll stop cribbing on this blog now...its time we get out of our own selfish cages...

Pic copyright James Nachtwey

Sunday, April 26, 2009

You thought your life was hard?

Heard this on a talk by Dean Kamen on TED...

This kid was sitting with eight other kids like him. He said he was lucky, he still had had lost his left arm, but he was a righty....Then he pushed his chair away from the table and he had no legs....

You can get the talk here

Friday, April 24, 2009

Shit happens...

Rant alert..

You think you are ahead of the curve
The normal curve that evaluates your worth
The target you had set yourself is achievable
The target that defined you has almost become you (2 point someone)

Then life grabs you by the balls
and drowns you in your own guilt
where the fuck did I go wrong..
or should I have slept a few hours less...

You are set to give it all up
the bottom of the class is a comfortable place
but then that is not what should define you
the least you can do is struggle for air

You know you are gonna loose tomorrow
You know your self worth is bankrupt
You still know where you wanna be
You just need to figure out how to get there

Wednesday, April 22, 2009

Who is the dog?

For every other kid we don't know about - Kid for sale

There is one more kid that will never go to school
Never get to fall in love
Never get to be cool
Keep on rockin in the free world

- Neil Young

Wednesday, April 15, 2009

Rat race

Had a re-think after reading Cynic's post

Get up, get out, get on with it...
Another day in paradise
Tired limbs, wasted brain and a numb soul
Take a shot of your fix and get on with it.

Blank stares into infinity
Programmed fingers programming machines
Clocks running your brain
Your brain running you like clockwork

Finally, back on the road to redemption
Road rage and speed that is the rage today
Get back to your "secondary" education
Groggy eyes and tired mind thinking, I can't do this again.

7:00 a.m....Get up, get out, get on with it...

Thursday, April 09, 2009


My head just aches when I think of all the things I could have done,
Fear is just another challenge I think I could have overcome.
Thinking back on what could have been found,
I realize it was I who was scared of everything that will have to change.

Tuesday, April 07, 2009


I had this weird feeling on seeing a 6 year old coming out of a masjid wearing the small cap they wear while praying. It was a feeling of guilt I guess. It is just that every time there is an attack our attitude towards Muslims changes so dramatically! I think it takes a lot of courage on their behalf to still venture out with symbols of their religion that may mark a target on their back identifying them as Muslims. We need this explicit reaction from them denouncing the attack. They need to prove each time some idiot blows himself up that the rest of them did not have a hand in it. No body asked me to condemn the Babri masjid crap or the 84 Sikh riots. It is known that all these were heinous acts. I think the Indian Muslim is searching for an identity right now, the public is pushing him into a corner and the politicians are milking the situation. I hope we never get to a situation when I'll have to ask for the other person's religion before talking to him/her. BTW I am not a secularist or a communalist or supporter of any other "-ism".....

Wednesday, April 01, 2009


If you are "normal", the normal people will accept you...
If on the other hand you are a freak, the normal people will make you their leader!

- Christopher Titus

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

The Trafficker

Everybody knows we Bangaloreans NEED traffic cops to maintain a semblance of sanity on the roads. To avoid jams a lot the traffic has moved to the various by lanes that litter Bangalore. I use one such "cross" road everyday. The traffic used to be BAD. Then one day lo and behold our prayers were answered. An old gentleman was standing there at 7:30 a.m. directing traffic. Brilliant! there IS a god. Now however, I guess that guy was just bored and wanted to see how many fools will follow him. I don't think he is the real deal...well here is why..

1) He wears a weird ensemble of clothes. I am no fashion critic but I haven't seen a cop wear stuff he comes up with...A jacket with a monkey cap and a muffler....with shorts that would put gymnasts to shame.

2) When he really gets pissed, he just holds up traffic because he can, continuously blowing his whistle at an unseen bullock cart that may cross us at any the speed of well cows..

3) Then there are moments when his arms are going around like a windmill and everybody is wondering who the hell is supposed to stop and who can go ahead...needless to say nobody stops...

4) He sometimes talks to Cows, AND gives them preference over pedestrians.

But I am still glad he is there coz every once in a while a new sucker shows up and stops at our "Cop's" command and you have a smile on your face as you drive past that guy!

Sunday, March 22, 2009

week in, week out

IPL going out of India and "experts" calling BCCI and IPL unpatriotic and hounding for shit Sherlock! it IS about money it is business...if the "emerging superpower" can't multitask and conduct two events (the elections and the IPL) at the same time then they don't have a right to ask any one bring their money to India and earn only when the bespectacled home minister allows them? nice try...

Barkha Dutt is getting on my nerves now....I guess it is just the media...What the hell is their problem if Jade Goody made money out of her own death? she wanted to make money for her sons...none of us have any business judging her do we? Then their is the contention of the media that they are looked at as a confessional...OK here is the deal a guy is lying dead on the road...his wife wailing her eyes out besides him...the "journalist" asking her how she feels...between sobs she says she is shattered....BREAKING NEWS - THE LADY IS SAD! It is pretty simple actually...the program is on air...if you don't wanna watch...switch the blood channel...

Between news of rapist fathers and hounding media I just feel like crawling back under the blanket and just going to after all is just another balaji telefilm can catchup irrespective of when you wakeup.

Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Doggone Rant

Now that the euphoria has subsided, here is my take on the slumdog saga....

Don't you think celebrating an award that treats all languages except English as foreign language is too much?

It is not an Indian Movie, it is a movie about stop pretending an Indian movie won an Oscar.

A.R. Rahman and Pukuty winning are indeed a matter of Joy.

I did not like the song Jai Ho...

Slumdog wasn't the best movie of the year.

The slum kids won't be rescued, their lives won't change for the better!


For people who criticized the movie for being poverty porn...stop taking yourself so is just a film.

For people who said that poverty wasn't shown properly (Heard this from an "expert" on Times Now)...well shut the fuck can't even live in Mumbai without the damn AC.

Mr. Big B - Mumbai indeed has slums.

To the media that was so hell bent upon redeeming the lives of the slum kids, PLEASE contribute to their cause rather than have a talk show on how much the should have been paid.

For those who sued Anil Kapoor for being in a movie called Slumdog...should you rather be "helping" the people you claim to saviors of?

All of us feel are glad that we are not in the place of the families in the slums so stop being politically correct and admit thing I hope no one lives in slums but I'd rather it is you than me!

BTW Remember 26/11?? U don't? Don't feel guilty, you'll forget these kids too...all we can ask for is consistency nai??

The perfect song for mumbai...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009


I finally took the weekend off. Well I got the weekend off from college, took Friday off from work and headed north. The plan was to head to Kesroli. The route from Delhi to the hotel in Kesroli is littered with small villages. Remember that essay in school about your village? When you didn't know shit about fields and tube wells but you wrote 300 words about it? Yeah, those villages.

There has been an often repeated phrase of two Indias. I saw the other India first hand. It is weird when you can't relate to what is around you while you are convinced this still is your own country. I have been in Bangalore for most of my adult life and I love it here. I felt alienated staring at women in colorful clothes covering them from head to toe. Small kids running bare foot on concrete while you can't bear the heat in your air conditioned car. Camels pulling men in dhotis, the men holding on to laths like they held their pride and honor!!

A small feat of asking for directions will get you a whole gamut reactions when they hear you say Kesroli

Kesroli? Arre raja, Kesroli kahan hai yaahan? OHO! Kaaisroli jana hai aapko? agle bypass pe left le lena.
Well they couldn't understand my accent!! The bypass to your astonishment is barely big enough to fit 2 small cars!! You can imagine how alienated your grand parents or uncles feel watching surf the net...

"Beta, office ke liye practice kar raha hai?"

"Err, haanji..."

This was as bad for me.

The sad part is when foreigners come here they are here to experience a new culture. I wasn't ready to "experience" India. I grew up thinking I am Indian, now I am not sure where I belong.

Thursday, February 26, 2009


He slowed down to a stop. The elderly lady crossing the road looked at him and smiled. He smiled back. A second later her smile turned into a frown. He quizzically looked in her direction as he sped away. He realized she had never smiled at him anyway; she was just squinting from the sunlight.

P.S. - Not getting any time for a decent post so screwing arnd with 55s...plz to excuse....

Thursday, February 19, 2009

What did you say your name was?

The creatively stunning and shamelessly copied post on wierd names is back...all these were spotted on the BBC website :)

Shouldn't he be a fast bowler instead?

Well Balls to you too!

Another boring lawsuit! ;)

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

Vertical Space-no time continuum

He braced himself for the pain of vertical travel. His face turned blue as he smiled at his fellow travelers. The women challenged him to inhale, insisting the pod stops at every floor. His lungs were drained and he gave up. It was like having a Molotov cocktail burning his lungs. Damn those perfume showers!

Wednesday, February 11, 2009

White Horses

A few months ago people looked up at him. They still do, at every traffic signal. They were proud of his kind. Today they look at him with pity, as if he was sitting in an ambulance. All because of a symbol on the side of the bus that became a graffiti – Satyam.

Friday, February 06, 2009


If you get this song....I'm sorry for your loss

Tony Laf - I'm good

When friends and family come around and ask me
All I say is
I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

Deep in side I know I can't take any more
It's killing me slowly
Physically mentally
There's nothing left in me.

But I don't want people to feel sorry for me
That's why I say
I'm good I'm good

Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright
I'm good I'm good
I'll be alright
I'm good I'm good baby
I'ma be alright

Some times I can't even talk
I can't walk
See the end of the road
Somebody help me
Oh say somebody help me
Find More lyrics at

I don't want people to feel sorry for me
That's why I say
I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright
I said come on I'm good I'm good

I'll be alright babe
I'm good I'm good
Said I'll be alright baby
I'm good oh baby said I'm good
Baby that's all I say

My friends and family that's all I tells them but
Deep inside I'm dying baby

I'm good I'm good
I'm ok alright
Said I'm good I'm good
I'ma be alright

Sunday, January 25, 2009

with a little help from my friends...

Watched an old movie today..The big chill

I haven't been in touch with too many of people I have known over the years. But I do "ping" a few of them out of the blue some times...this includes adding "friends" on social networking sites. There are people who you haven't talked to in AGES and the next time you call them you just carry on from the last unfinished PJ, or the last abuse they were heaping on you for not being in touch...then there are those who you talk to exitedly for 15 minutes about the old times and the poeople you knew and then the conversation floats into an uncomfortable silence....

I am lucky to have some of the former kind..hope the new people I meet add into that pool...I know I know...wierd stuff to put here but watch the movie, you'll get it.

BTW if you like classic rock, try the OST for this movie....

Thursday, January 15, 2009

Free to be bound

Chains holding me down
stalling my flight
Huge abyss of the unknown
waiting to swallow me whole

Cold rusted metal grinding my skin
every move against the inertia is painful
The safety and pleasure of knowning the pain
Afraid of the unknown happiness and exhileration

Living my life by a set of rules
Short term goals laying my life in front of me
Taking a new challange head on
not bothering about how it will pan out

The safe option is constricting my dreams
just like a huge python wraped around me
The unknown deamon has his arms wide open
waiting for me to take the plung

The crossroads are calling
take your pick
die of thirst on your side of the road
or cross the road hoping you won't become roadkill

Sunday, January 11, 2009

Sucking it up

He was paralyzed seeing her devoid of life. It would be at least 3 days before they could attend to her. It was time; to give it his all. It had to be a transplant. A bottle, a tube and divine powers of his lungs to move petrol from a Santro to his bike!