The Melodrama....

Lots of work=less time to blog=life sucks... :(
This post is really about nothing. Just to say hi as I was missing my blog and all of you.
I am a bit busy now days with work and when I got time I had to make a choice between reading your posts and commenting on them or writing one of my own. I read all your work. I have to say most of it was very inspiring. Kaddu, As the mind meanders, Sid... All of the three posts were really great. They all gave me the idea of what my next post is going to be about. Think about this till then....

"Copying from one movie is inspiration, copying from 10 is research"- Modified by me

I will leave you with the scene of the movie I started my previous post with...




Notice the sound effects and the camera work in the end... I just love Hindi movies

Just for your info- This movie is Deewar. The heros are Amitabh Bachchan and Shashi Kapoor. This one of the most famous scene and dialogue of all time...

The light in the Dark...

##This post is supposed to be read with all the melodramatic sound and visual effects of a saas-bahu soap##

April 20, 2009
Mom: Haii.... Aaj mere pass(I have) Gadi (Car) hai, bangla (House) hai, bank balance hai, color TV hai, ussmein colors, starplus,zee, imagine hai.... Tumhare pass kya hai (what do you have)??...
Me: Mere pass...... Mere pass IPL hai..... (I have IPL...)

Only god and I know how badly I wanted the IPL (Indian Premiere League) to start. Everyday dose of the saas-bahu (Daily family drama) saga and the "not so fresh anymore" reality shows on TV were unbearable. It was a torture to see everyone of the actors getting into the same situations again and again and again and then crying over it. There had to be a change and then in 2008 came a light out of which came Mr. Lalit Modi. God bless Mr. Modi and his business mind that he created IPL.

Then in 2009 came the Indian elections and there was a question if the show in fact would go on or not this year. I asked god, "why? God why did you show me the light just to take it away?

But Oft Hope is born, when all is forlorn....

I had hope and Mr. Modi kept his promise. He took the IPL to South Africa and the IPL was on again. Back came Mandira Bedi in a new look along with her band of boys and Arun Lal. But that was then, this is now....

May 24, 2009
Me: Aaj khush to bahut hoge tum... Haiii.... (You Must be very happy today... Haiii)
Why is it over? Why couldn't you just let it continue? Why do I have to go through the torture of those TV shows again? The last 35 days have been so good.

Tinnggg (Mandir ki Ghantiyan... The Temple Bells)
With a sudden beam of light falling over me I heard a voice...

God: Chill balak (boy). Your voice has been heard and the arrangements have been made. The T20 world cup starts from June 5th. Once again there will be entertainment and you will not have to end up watching the daily soaps. I am in a sort of hurry though as Balika Vadhu is going to come and I am a big fan. Can we talk later??.....

Me: Hey!!! What do I do till June 5th.

God: Watch Barcelona vs ManU. You will be a bit disappointed though...

PS: I was expecting ManU to win

Brain Overload....

Is it love or friendship?....
Am I right or wrong?....
Am I good or bad?....
No I am not going to tell you that I am in love with my best friend and I am confused. This post is about something totally different. Actually my brain is running on a circular path trying to find the point where it started from....

I heard it somewhere that Good and Bad/Right and Wrong/Rewards and Punishments are two sides of the same coin. I got a bit confused. What that would mean is that they are different but very closely related to one idea. Is it so? Does it mean that if I toss this coin and assign heads to right and tails to wrong. I would either get right or wrong and if I get heads, does that really mean its right???????

I suppose it is right, but only if I am tossing the coin. If the coin is tossed by someone else and if he thinks head is wrong and tails is right then what?? All of a sudden things start appearing differently. Think of it, with great power comes great responsibility. So, does that make the power a blessing or a curse because without the power you have an easy going, fun and not so fulfilling life and with the power you have an hectic, painful, less time for yourself and your family kind of life.

Now does that mean that they are the same things but looked upon differently or looked from a different point of view...

I don't get it, I don't know if there is a conclusion to this. The only thing that I can think of is that there is no right and wrong/good or bad. There are no set rules. For all that I know what I am writing might appear totally wrong to people reading it.

Here is something else for you to think about. There is a thin line between love and friendship right? A friend told me once, "There are no lines. Love is love. I love you, I love my girl, I love my mom and dad. As I see things there is no difference in love just the name of the relationships differ."

There is no conclusion to this post. I am still thinking about it.....

The Butt of All Blokes...

Remember the movie Sawariyan....
Remember the song "Jabse tere naina, mere naino se...
Remember the controversial towel scene (Ranbir Kapoor- the hero took of the towel and was supposed to show his butt, but it was censored... thank god , if you didn't know, its a big deal in India)
Somehow this song keeps coming back to me....

Some posts ago in my post called the workout I had told you about how I go to this cool gym with all the cool equipments and the weird people that I meet there.

Now, most of the guys obsessed with their fab or flab bods have a tendency to see themselves in the mirror. This is a very normal thing. They stand in front of the mirror and look at their six packs or family packs or one large pack etc etc. give different poses and observe the development. I gave up on this practice cause for some weird reason whenever I try doing this some one or the other with a good physique passes me by with a smirk.

After gym I usually go into the locker room very quietly. Having a locker room is good but somehow I haven't been able to adapt to the locker room culture. I do not open my mouth much, just go for a shower without talking or sharing anything with anyone. I have concluded that I am a bit homophobic but that is just in the sense that I am not very comfortable with men roaming around in towels, I do not and I repeat do not have a problem with homosexuality (I do try to be liberal in my thoughts).

So, ya, tired from gym I went to "the room" as I entered, I saw a guy looking at himself and his well maintained "model" like body. I quietly went to the other side and started getting ready for a shower when something I had never thought of in the wildest of my dreams happened....

Swishhhhh.... with one swift movement that guy took of his towel and at that particular moment I looked up and his butt was staring right at my face. F***!!!

Since that day I have not been able to take that song out my head. I get scared when that song comes on TV. Sweat appears on my large forehead (term I use for being bald). My senses go numb and I become pale. I go back to the day I saw Brokeback Mountain, got scared and separated my bed from my room mate's.

Also at that very moment (me and the guy with the butt in the locker room) I realized how well maintained the ceiling of the gym was....

Holy Matrimony!!! Part 2

मम्मी सब रो क्यों रहे हैं....

In the midst of all the crying a 3 year boy asked the mother. The mother who was giving a hug to the bride looks at the kid thinking, "you couldn't have found a better moment to embarrass me". The bride who had imagined and practiced (a little) about this day for a long time looks at the boy as if expecting lasers to come out of her eyes. Looking at the bride (make up half off due to crying) staring at him, the boy starts crying.

Lets rewind a bit though...

In Holy Matrimony!!! Part 1 we had found that the deal between the lessee (the Bride's side) and the lessor (the Groom's side) had been finalized and the mutual agreement was sealed by the engagement ceremony and thus after a series of interviews and some serious negotiations came the wedding day…

Here is the part after the बारात (the groom's side) arrives...

Now our knight in shining armor (all prepared for the battle which is going to last a life time) having a bright smile (still unaware of the fact that he cannot win it, no matter what) is welcomed in. Everyone looks at the Groom in a way like when you are in a market and shopping for your bathroom and you think "will this commode go with my washbasin?."

The bride and the groom are made to sit in those king-queen style chairs which is followed by a big photo session where every Tom, Dick and Harry present has his/her picture taken with them. Actually I sort of like this part cause no matter where you from and no matter what you do, everyone joins in the fun. Now, that the photos have been taken most of the guests move to the most important part- the food and soon after they leave.

After this with only the close relatives left we enter into the part where the bride and the groom roam around the fire in circles (Its known as Pheyraes in Hindi). This usually happens really late in the night so I miss most of it cause my beauty (not exactly) sleep is very important to me, I just cannot do without it. Well we are back to the morning and the girl now is ready to leave to her husbands place...

In the widaai (girl leaving for her husbands place) everyone and I mean EVERYONE cries, even if you really don't feel like crying or you think, "whats up with the crying man?" well doesn't matter you have to cry because that is how its suppose to be.

And some where in between all this the "Gifts" (remember we can't use the D word) are also exchanged.

Now just think for a minute. If you are a bride or a groom. You have to have a smile and take pictures with everyone no matter how hungry or bored or uncomfortable you are (you can't even go to the loo). You get to eat the remains of the food as you are the last ones to eat and you have to be awake the whole night. Still wedding night is suppose to be the best night of your life???

Disclaimer: This account is from my experiences. India is such a vivid place that the traditions and the ceremonies differ from place to place. I totally respect all of them.

Finally the day has come....

I have been waiting to do this for a long long time. So many of my blogger friends had it. I always felt a bit out of place but now I have one too....

Yessss! Thanks to my my blogger buddy Kaddu I got my very first award. This is just so cool, I am feeling really happy writing this. I am sure I might be overdoing this. So, without making you wait any longer this is what I won.... I would like to thank my brain for proving that it is not completely useless, thanks to my laptop "I couldn't have done this without you".

And now for giving it to my friends out here...

Ching- For being my happy helper through out. Without your help this blog would have been lost.

Flight- For reading and commenting on everything that I cooked up even when no one else was doing it.

Rae: For writing about what you love i.e. Roses. You have been not blogging much of late. I hope this gives you a push.

Rebecca: I hope you become a great writer one day.

Crazy Quilt: I hope you are doing good at work. Hope you get time to take this from me.

Kaddu: Actually... Right back at you :) ....

Varun: You are getting better and better with every post of yours.

Kadambari: You seem to have a good head on your shoulders (and I mean brain wise) and for giving this award to Kaddu in the first place.

lafemmereva: For looking at the funny side of things.

Simply Ridiculous: For your creativity and mostly referring to every intelligent man as stoned.

Reduce Footprints: For giving some really good information about mother nature and the step we should take to protect them.

Perceptions, Rang Vandana, WebSnacker - Automat For Th..., Spinning a Yarn Of Life, whiteopal : Would love to visit you more often and would love to see you hang around here...

Oh ya... also all you anonymous people who stopped by and gave me comments...

I hope you all get this, please leave a comment so that I know you did receive it....

The Lords Of The R.........

Standing next to the boat with the ring in his hand Frodo thought, "I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”

"GET UP!!! Its 8.30 we have to reach office by 9.15, why don’t you sleep on time??"
The voice of my sister falling on my ears and I still half asleep, still half dreaming felt like I was looking straight into "The Eye" in the lands of Mordor, it was hot, again a power cut....

While driving to the office I thought about a post that I had read on Kadambari's blog- Spirals, the post was called #Fail. She had told that one of her mates had committed suicide because of him not getting a job. That post is what initiated this thought and took me back in time a bit...

Yes people!!! I was and I am still, like everyone else, recession hit. Some very encouraging and annoying people keep telling me in a "I know everything" manner, "You have two ways of looking at things- Glass half full or glass half empty".

I choose the option of Glass half empty and I try hard to fill it up....

So, here I am. Now, I come back from the office feeling a little better. Somehow I feel its good to be busy, even if you are not very important or doing anything great, even if you have a lot of tension and things are not happening for you.

I come back home switch on my laptop, read a couple of blogs, tired, I go to sleep and return to my dreams.

So, where was I......

Standing next to the boat with the ring in his hand Frodo thought, "I wish the ring had never come to me. I wish none of this had happened.”

At this particular time the voice of Gandalf came to him……
"So do all who live to see such times. But that is not for them to decide. All we have to decide is what to do with the time that is given to us. There are other forces at work, Frodo, than the will of evil. Bilbo was meant to find the ring. In which case you also were meant to have it, and that is an encouraging thought."

P.S. I love LOTR.......

Read these for a While...

Hey guys I hope life's going good... Me going through a bit of a weird patch and hence have loads of thinking to do and lesser time to do it in, but more on that later. Since I don't want you to stop by my blog and leave without saying a hi, I thought I will ask you to read couple of my older posts. These posts are from the time when my followers and comments section were like one of those old houses with cobwebs hanging all around....
Anyways here are the two links... Delivered- This one is from a series that I had started called Just a bit of Fiction which is basically something which is just a thought turned into sort of a story. The other one is Holy Matrimony which as the name suggests talks about Indian marriages...

Do tell me if you like them. If you haven't read them before then leave a comment telling me what you think of them or whatever is on your mind and if you have read them then you forgot to leave a comment so do so now. If you don't want to do any of the above then just say a hi because I love to hear from you guys. You will definitely get a new post from me in a day or so.
Have to leave for my daily errands now.... See ya when I see ya....

My Mom Doesn't Listen To Me....

MAAA WHEN YOU PLANNING TO START YOUR MORNING WALKS......
This is how my day started today. I got up and found that she hadn't gone with my dad for a walk.....

Its been 23 years and some days now since I have been her son and not even once has she listened to a word that I say. She thinks I am still the same kid who used to tell all sort of excuses on Mondays for not going to school, who used to come back from school in winters in Dehradun all drenched in rain and making an innocent excuse that there was no shelter around. Taking the towel and cleaning me she always scolded me and told me it was not right to lie and told me it was important to go to school. She never really understood me.

I was scared of the dark and thought that a white figure holding a candle in its hand would come and grab me. So, damn scared!!! and she always used to tell me to face my fears (hello... Lady... I am shitting in my pants scared and you giving me a lecture). I went to school, made friends, wanted to go out with them and hang around with them and what I got from her was that I should be back before dark (Come on it gets dark at 6 pm in winters, not fair).

I grew up and went to the hostel. Finally independence I thought....... Wrong again. She used to call me five times a day giving me all these weird question...
Mom: Are you with a girl??
Me: (Looking at the girl sitting next to me and giving her a weird smile) I am just getting ready to go to the gym.
Mom: Did you have your lunch?
Me: Maa, you already found that out when you called me in the lunch break.
Mom: Ok, listen this time you have to get really good marks.
Me: Ok Maa, byeeee.... Love you...(Phewwwww.....)

Then after all this one day I fall sick, I have some stupid infection and a high fever and she forces her will and sleeps next to me even though I tell her not to cause she might catch the infection herself but she just wouldn't listen. I mean what does a guy do around here to get some respect.

All that I can say is. I love you mom. Couldn't do without you then and can not do without you now. I should say it more often- Happy Mother's Day...

So, ya back to today morning.....

MAAA WHY DIDN'T YOU GO FOR THE MORNING WALK......
She turns towards me gives a smile and tells me, "so that you shout back at me one more time and I can know that you care."

Grrrrrrrr...... OMG!!!! here we go. The sentiments of India....
Maa too many daily soaps...

Be The Change You Want To See.....

All you hip-hop, hep n happening people out there this is the in thing. Night clubs, Elite social gatherings, expensive designer dresses, posh discos, wearing really loose low waist jeans with your jocks sticking out of them, hanging out with a cool looking gang with loads of gorgeous chicks in them, everything is out because voting is in....

As you can see on my beautiful, good looking and artistic finger(sorry don't have many adjectives to describe a finger, may be you could help) that unlike the celebrities my ink mark is not a dot rather its smeared all over. Also they marked me on the index finger and not on the middle finger (Not that big a deal, just that it would had been more fun flaunting my middle finger to people).

Still, I am feeling very proud of myself for finally deciding and giving my very first vote (last time I didn't have a voter i-card and before that I was not 18)....


Got up at 6.30 in the morning all excited and ready to vote, feeling like a small kid who has just been handed over a small goldfish and has been told to take care of it. Felt responsible for once.

So, now in a very Lead India Campaign like manner I can say, "I voted. Did you?" If not then think again and thank god that he gives us second chances. Sooner or later you will have that chance again to change, to evolve because come to think of it evolution began with a small change.

Btw, what I was surprised to see was that it is so damn easy to vote. It really doesn't even take two minutes and the people are so very helpful. I think I had some pretty stupid misconceptions about the whole thing.

A lot of people whom I knew were there. So, it became more like one of those morning walks in the societies where everyone passing by raises his/her arm to say hello.

While I was just standing there with a friend, a lady (she must have been around 65 at least) passed by and asked us, " Your first time??" I guess she was able to make that out from our happy faces. We both at once gave her a big nod and she replied, "Congratulations to you, its my first time as well."

We congratulated her right back because she deserves it more. She must have had a belief system due to which she didn't vote for so many years and then giving it all up and coming to vote is a big thing.
I write this with a proud smile.....

At that very point I realized that I saw a change. Even though it was a very small one....

Will Not Vote For them.......

I recently went to a state capital (it is one of the oldest city, also "the golden city of the east") to attend my cousin's marriage. I suppose marriages all over the world are a big source of excitement but in India a sister's marriage is a different kind of a feeling especially for a brother. But this post is not about that....

I got down at the station. Furious hot wind blowing across, fyi, guess what hot wind is called in hindi- Loo (may be because if get caught in it, it has the capability to make you shit in your pants).

On the way to my destination you pass a bridge and till then the drive is pretty normal and not smooth as there is a market near the station and for that reason it is pretty crowded (I am used to it living in the NCR). On my way I saw something that was so damn pissing that it ruined my whole mood...

A long two or three lane road (it seemed pretty wide) and not even a single tree. The government has just freaked out really. Guess why have they cut the trees, because they are constructing a wall made from some special stone (which has been ordered in tons) around some stupid construction intended to beautify the city. I have not seen in my life such waste of money. And it is not just one building this is being done all over. I saw the same thing while going towards the airport. F***, F***, F*** I just hate abusing on my blog but it was like a bloody desert.

Uneducated people running a government of cracks and they are being elected by super cracks (including me) because the counter-part is an even bigger crack. I am sorry if I offended anyone but I am just that damn pissed. I feel equally responsible for it.

At times I really feel की कुछ नहीं हो सकता इस देश का (Nothing good can happen of this place) because the state of the country is so damn bad that even if we do change and start voting we don't have a good, leave good not even a decent option to vote for (no offence Mr. Karan Johar- I really appreciate your efforts).

I thought I would not write another blog on politics and politicians for a while but I just couldn't stop myself .

If you are an Indian living in India and have guessed the name of the place (I will not take names but you must be knowing it, if not just google), then judge for yourself. It is amazing what is happening in the name of beautification here.

Now that you have read this post, do remember these two things:
1. We are facing the great problem of recession.
2.We are facing the great problem of global warming.

Looney Drivers!!!

I think I have waited long enough not to write about this. By the way this is another one of my “traffic posts”…

So, so far in these posts of mine we have established that people in traffic are fun to observe and great to write about and hopefully even better to read about. But this time I am a little pissed….

Think about this…

Proud of yourself as you finally did something constructive in office you get out feeling all happy and gay (no pun intended). You get into your car with a smile on your face and the glitter of achievement in your eyes. You decide that today you will not shout at anyone and you will drive at your own leisurely pace (leisurely, when compared to the normal days). You will let every one who wants to overtake you, go by. Basically, you are going to do what you should do every time you drive. So, you start the car, press play on the music system in your car, increase the volume so that you don’t hear the miss-happenings outside and off you go.

You go off slowly and easily giving a broad smile to the faces of the people that pass you by and look at you with disgust (they really don’t have anything against you, its just that it is there “traffic face or driving face” or may be it has become that way). You get stuck in the traffic one or two times and the sun starts to go down, but its ok you have had a good day. You switch on the lights on low beam and continue driving.

Then the problem starts, the people around you go absolutely nuts and with their circuits loose (talking about the brain and not the car, if you didn’t get it) they switch on their lights on high beam. WTF!!! In the middle of the city where the traffic lights are so bright that anything coming at you is perfectly visible, people start coming at you with the blinding high beam. Absolutely nothing is visible to you whenever a car passes you from the front and you just miss the stray dogs and the cows on the roads (Still in India dogs and cows roam around freely without anyone to stop them). I mean as it is it’s difficult to miss them while driving.

So, if anyone of you is reading this please spread the word, don’t drive on a high beam and ask your friends and family also not to, at least not on brightly lit places. I personally feel there should be a law made for it. Till then, keep your eyes open and drive safely. And by the way…

You some how reach home feeling pissed and frustrated again. So, much for the great broad grin…