Just a thought

Tail spin

2011-03-01T00:23:00.003+05:30

Heading toward the horizon

Nothing can shake you now

You have now engaged the cruise control

Just a matter of time now

The pot of goal is within your sights

The rainbow is keeping it company too

The cool breeze lets you know you are alive

The smirk on your face reminds you what it took

The tail spin hits you out of nowhere

The vision gets blurred

It is up to you to correct the wobble

If you hit the tarmac, it is up to you to get back in the saddle...

End game 2

2010-12-08T19:00:00.003+05:30

This is becoming tiring now

The futility of it all

If you can't even convince yourself

What is the point in putting up a front?

How is your life different from anyone else's?

What would make you stand out?

You always wanted to be different from the pack

It is just that the pack wanted exactly the same

The negativity starts corroding you from inside

The futility becomes fatalistic

Maybe you just need to blow of the steam

Maybe you just need to wait and blow up

Running out of water....

2010-09-10T20:19:00.003+05:30

The salt stinging your burnt skin

Water obscuring your sight

It doesn't make sense anymore

You let out what maybe your last sigh

You look back at them standing on the beach

Their silhouettes looking over you

It is complete madness they say

Why don't you turn back and head back to safety?

The unknown awaits you at the horizon

No one know if it is any better

May be it is a pursuit not worth your time

May be this is what you were supposed to do

You breath in the heavy air into your lungs

Fight the corrosive water piercing your cut up body

Maybe you will never make it, may be you weren't meant to

At least you won't ask yourself, what if I had just tried

The edge of time

2010-08-23T19:26:00.000+05:30

He lay next to her pillow. The glint of his smile calmed her anxiety. As the darkness descended, he assured her the end would be peaceful. She finally let him kiss her wrist. The warmth filled her trembling body. She knew the others won’t understand. The bloody razor next to her would forever define her...

Stuck on you

2010-08-16T11:06:00.001+05:30

Just another day waiting for you to wake up
Ready to slowly scrape a few more seconds of your life
When you don't feel like waking up anymore
When going through the motions is not worth it anymore

Being a vegetable seems like a better proposition
The perishability at least guarantees an escape
The ability to think is becoming a liability
You wish you were not able to comprehend your ineptness

The futility of your life keeps growing on you
Like a tumor that can't be removed, like a mole slowly piercing your soul
The need to live and the futility of growth
It is just stuck on you...

Bah!

2010-08-03T12:52:00.003+05:30

For some reason the instant gratification of Facebook and Twitter status messages have made blogging seem like a chore... Haven't spent any effort in developing an idea for quite some time...as soon as it pops in my head I shout it out at the world as a status message, whether they are interested in it or not...

Going forward I'll post at least once every week... Please do stop by...

Quoting Floyd - Is there anybody out there? ;)

Take your pick

2010-04-19T16:44:00.002+05:30

It hits you flush in the gut

you fall to your knees

You can taste the bile in your mouth

Go on, let it go, let it all out

All you wanna do is lie there

Curled up, with your legs tucked in

Giving it up would be easy enough

It is ok, you'll get another shot

You can hear them count you out

They were right all along

You tell everyone it doesn't matter

But it will forever be stuck in your head

Well all it is just a choice

stay down for the count and live with it or

Get back up and go down in flames

Yup...Just another choice.

Helping hand

2010-03-15T09:50:00.002+05:30

Every morning, he sits there silently with her. His arm rests on her, she just stands there passively. Something was amiss today; she was lying on the floor next to where he sat. He was completely helpless and couldn't give her a hand. A kid came running to his aid and returned his walking stick.

dark light

2010-02-16T23:28:00.003+05:30

And the abyss calls you back,

Come son rest a while.

Let the world pass you by,

Its not your time to smile.

Your eyes have witnessed your life,

The burden weighs them down.

And then you see his silhouette in the shadows,

You hear the words you were waiting for...main crime master gogo ankhain nikal ke gotiyan khelunga :P

P.S. Would have wanted to end with "He who caged your soul while he was alive" but was getting a bit morose, so pick your ending ;)

Timez up

2010-01-12T13:17:00.003+05:30

Some relationships are time bound. Mine lasted for 9 years. It started with love at first sight and ended amicably. There was no point continuing the facade after falling for someone else. Hope she is treated well by the new guy in her life. Open roads, here I come. Introducing to the world - Pazuzu.

Cycle of discovery

2009-12-10T11:22:00.003+05:30

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!

Minefield

2009-12-01T16:12:00.003+05:30

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!

End game...

2009-11-22T12:00:00.004+05:30

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...

Goldfish syndrome

2009-10-22T13:27:00.000+05:30

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.

Bang for your buck...

2009-09-23T17:19:00.001+05:30

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?

Driving with no brakes...

2009-09-10T09:27:00.001+05:30

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...

Discount?

2009-08-27T21:14:00.002+05:30

So I was looking at mobile phones on the net and came across this brilliant deal!

A discount of -800 rupees on ipods :D

Love, life and everything in between...

2009-08-18T20:48:00.002+05:30

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.

The times they are a changing!

2009-08-09T19:30:00.003+05:30

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

The other side

2009-07-07T08:43:00.000+05:30

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

Politically Incorrect

2009-06-30T18:24:00.002+05:30

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.

Heard @ IIM

2009-06-26T14:24:00.002+05:30

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!

Resident Evil :)

2009-06-16T22:16:00.002+05:30

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 :)

Mind control

2009-06-12T21:39:00.003+05:30

Bhog le

2009-06-08T14:16:00.003+05:30

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" :)

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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!

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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 :(

Hanging by a moment

2009-06-02T12:47:00.001+05:30

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

The spiral never ends...

2009-05-29T12:58:00.003+05:30

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...

Red faced

2009-05-21T13:38:00.004+05:30

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...

Cut-throat

2009-05-20T09:55:00.002+05:30

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.

Objects in the rearview mirror....

2009-05-18T10:19:00.002+05:30

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)

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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.

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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

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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 downer..so you have been warned..

Champions....

2009-05-17T13:32:00.003+05:30

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.......

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2009-05-12T08:59:00.001+05:30

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....

No Speeding!

2009-05-07T14:13:00.007+05:30

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!

300

2009-05-07T14:13:00.001+05:30

THIS IS SPARTAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

sorry..couldn't resist ;)

300th post!

Killing me softly

2009-05-05T13:20:00.001+05:30

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.

Check this out...

2009-05-03T12:44:00.002+05:30

Story available here

lot of work to be done

2009-05-01T23:11:00.003+05:30

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

You thought your life was hard?

2009-04-26T00:24:00.002+05:30

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

Shit happens...

2009-04-24T14:51:00.000+05:30

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

Who is the dog?

2009-04-22T11:41:00.001+05:30

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

Rat race

2009-04-15T12:55:00.003+05:30

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...

Motivation

2009-04-09T17:52:00.001+05:30

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.

Hence proved...QED

2009-04-08T08:51:00.000+05:30

MEN!

Identity

2009-04-07T19:10:00.002+05:30

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".....

Leadership

2009-04-01T13:20:00.001+05:30

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

The Trafficker

2009-03-24T13:26:00.002+05:30

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 instant..at 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!

week in, week out

2009-03-22T20:21:00.002+05:30

IPL going out of India and "experts" calling BCCI and IPL unpatriotic and hounding for money...no 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...

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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 sleep...life after all is just another balaji telefilm soap...you can catchup irrespective of when you wakeup.

Doggone Rant

2009-03-18T13:34:00.004+05:30

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 India...so 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!

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For people who criticized the movie for being poverty porn...stop taking yourself so seriously...it 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 up...you 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 it...you 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...

Roots

2009-03-10T14:13:00.002+05:30

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.

Crossroads

2009-02-26T16:54:00.002+05:30

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....

What did you say your name was?

2009-02-19T12:49:00.003+05:30

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! ;)

Vertical Space-no time continuum

2009-02-18T13:19:00.001+05:30

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!

White Horses

2009-02-11T10:56:00.001+05:30

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.

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2009-02-06T22:02:00.001+05:30

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
wooah

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 www.sweetslyrics.com
ooohhh

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
Oh...no...no...no

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

with a little help from my friends...

2009-01-25T19:34:00.003+05:30

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....

Free to be bound

2009-01-15T13:34:00.002+05:30

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

Sucking it up

2009-01-11T10:53:00.001+05:30

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!

Ah Crap!

2008-12-31T21:34:00.003+05:30

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?

2008-12-16T19:12:00.001+05:30

Spotted on the BBC website :D

Is raat ki subah nahin?

2008-11-29T21:32:00.003+05:30

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

2008-11-27T22:35:00.001+05:30

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

2008-11-21T16:51:00.004+05:30

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

2008-11-19T14:00:00.001+05:30

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

2008-11-13T13:39:00.002+05:30

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

2008-11-11T12:24:00.000+05:30

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

2008-11-03T12:54:00.002+05:30

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

2008-10-21T13:10:00.002+05:30

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

2008-10-18T18:52:00.003+05:30

Some words just don't work in cricket :)

Demon Barber

2008-10-14T20:36:00.000+05:30

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

2008-10-07T18:27:00.000+05:30

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

2008-10-02T17:48:00.002+05:30

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...

2008-10-01T15:29:00.001+05:30

I love British names :D

Back to school

2008-09-30T13:47:00.004+05:30

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
-----------------------------------------------------
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

2008-09-25T22:07:00.003+05:30

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

Quick Tales

2008-09-22T15:38:00.002+05:30

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

2008-09-18T13:09:00.002+05:30

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

2008-09-16T13:39:00.000+05:30

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

2008-09-09T16:37:00.003+05:30

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?

2008-09-05T09:35:00.001+05:30

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

2008-09-01T13:30:00.003+05:30

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

2008-08-21T16:04:00.002+05:30

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

2008-08-20T14:14:00.002+05:30

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

2008-08-15T09:49:00.005+05:30

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

2008-08-11T12:54:00.004+05:30

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

2008-08-08T19:21:00.001+05:30

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

2008-08-07T12:45:00.002+05:30

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

2008-08-04T13:17:00.001+05:30

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?

2008-07-31T14:04:00.005+05:30

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

2008-07-27T20:55:00.004+05:30

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

2008-07-23T12:41:00.003+05:30

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!

2008-07-22T12:43:00.003+05:30

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!

...

2008-07-19T23:24:00.001+05:30

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

Let it play...

What gives YOU the right to crib?

2008-07-17T13:08:00.001+05:30

Heaven or hell?

2008-07-16T14:22:00.002+05:30

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...

2008-07-10T09:08:00.007+05:30

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

2008-07-08T09:01:00.000+05:30

Who/What do you want to be?

Crap

2008-06-30T13:15:00.001+05:30

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

Auto Riknomics

2008-06-24T12:48:00.003+05:30

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

2008-06-18T17:00:00.000+05:30

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

2008-06-16T12:59:00.002+05:30

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...