What are you doing? Are you free? Are we all acting? Ask yourself these questions when you feel the four walls closing in on you.
I think we all are acting and life is a big wonderful screenplay. Will I be doing this if I was let free and allowed to do whatever I want.... never! Will you be doing that what you are doing now... I don't know. Everything is a compromise, no one has the key to set their minds free. I look around I see characters, women trying to be wives, men trying to be husbands. Girls trying to be girlfriends, boys trying to be boyfriends. Nothing is natural, all are acting... the spice of compassion is missing!
Sometimes I am as puzzled as a new born child when my mind cannot take it anymore. With an innocent heart I look at things, I approach people, all had different ideas. Some said you are a freak, some said you suck, some said you are just trying to be different to attract women. Well, I say... till date i could impress none...
I write, I think someone out there might land up on my rantings and will feel I have shared. I get a kick when I click a good picture, I feel the nirvana when I create my own tune. I talk to my car on my way back home and while on long drives I pity my backpack whom I tie to the passenger seat beside me. I have talked to him for hours, damn he knows all my secrets. He is dead, at least he is not pretending.
I have small city eyes, that had big city dreams. Well now I have lived 'em. Coming all this far I have realized that I don't have a single person whom I can call on and just say... listen to me.
Is this the 4th peg of whiskey or the solitude... Oh Craap! I write like a philosopher!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Budday Boyee!
Time is flying by, it was midnight again. I looked towards my phone expecting a few calls, it did not ring. It is just another day... I told myself, pulled the blanket over my face and went to sleep.
It was 23 Sept, the first day of autumn and it is my birthday today. I got up to my usual get up pose, on my knees cheek on the bed, but this time it was my forehead on the bed. Thanked God for this life, for everything, for blessing me with all the opportunities, capabilities everything. That was not it, I asked my gift also, the same thing I ask from him every night before I sleep. YES!!! on this day the great one was born :-). Don't know, no matter how much you try to subside it, on your birthday, you always have a strange kid feeling inside you; I am just not able to put it in words how I am feeling. Ram called, he had kept a new shirt :-), felt pampered, dont know how many times I thanked him, after a long time somebody had gifted me something. Took my ultra quick bath and slipped it on. Damn! I looked good!
Time to cook breakfast and so the day starts. I crack open an egg, throw it on to the pan, I see 2 yolks! Double roll.. yeeee! My birthday bonanza. I named that "A gift from the unknown Chicken". Finished my breakfast and I was out in my car. It was the first day of autumn, fall is setting in and to my surprise I saw the leaves falling off the trees in front of me as I meandered through my locality lanes (I am not trying to create a Yash Chopra mohabbatein romantic scene folks, I dont like him). It was just amazing, I felt good.
Reached office and as soon as I was about to get down of my car, the green day song came on the radio "Best of your time". I got back into my car. Sat for 5 mins, listened to the complete song and ran up to my machine in full mood. Bunch of Happy Birthday messages awaited me in my Inbox. All these wishes made me feel special. In comes Scott, the first question he asked... "So.. to which club are you going tonight Manny?" He knew it was my birthday as my team in India had sent a broadcast mail.
Day was going good, but my much awaited wish had not yet come and the Design review meeting , a 2 hour long marathon was starting in a while. It went on well. Coming back to my machine, to my delight I saw a message from her! That made my day... I was really happy and sent her a truck full of thanks.
Time is flyin by, all I think is... am I doing justice to my life... am I doing enough for my loved ones... I feel I am just like a ship sailing with the currents of life... just another software programmer lost in the race of $s... I have the engine of thoughts and I just need to crank it up with the fuel of desire. I need to take control of my ship.
Hari has invited for dinner. Free dinner! Yo... there ends my day! I am off...
It was 23 Sept, the first day of autumn and it is my birthday today. I got up to my usual get up pose, on my knees cheek on the bed, but this time it was my forehead on the bed. Thanked God for this life, for everything, for blessing me with all the opportunities, capabilities everything. That was not it, I asked my gift also, the same thing I ask from him every night before I sleep. YES!!! on this day the great one was born :-). Don't know, no matter how much you try to subside it, on your birthday, you always have a strange kid feeling inside you; I am just not able to put it in words how I am feeling. Ram called, he had kept a new shirt :-), felt pampered, dont know how many times I thanked him, after a long time somebody had gifted me something. Took my ultra quick bath and slipped it on. Damn! I looked good!
Time to cook breakfast and so the day starts. I crack open an egg, throw it on to the pan, I see 2 yolks! Double roll.. yeeee! My birthday bonanza. I named that "A gift from the unknown Chicken". Finished my breakfast and I was out in my car. It was the first day of autumn, fall is setting in and to my surprise I saw the leaves falling off the trees in front of me as I meandered through my locality lanes (I am not trying to create a Yash Chopra mohabbatein romantic scene folks, I dont like him). It was just amazing, I felt good.
Reached office and as soon as I was about to get down of my car, the green day song came on the radio "Best of your time". I got back into my car. Sat for 5 mins, listened to the complete song and ran up to my machine in full mood. Bunch of Happy Birthday messages awaited me in my Inbox. All these wishes made me feel special. In comes Scott, the first question he asked... "So.. to which club are you going tonight Manny?" He knew it was my birthday as my team in India had sent a broadcast mail.
Day was going good, but my much awaited wish had not yet come and the Design review meeting , a 2 hour long marathon was starting in a while. It went on well. Coming back to my machine, to my delight I saw a message from her! That made my day... I was really happy and sent her a truck full of thanks.
Time is flyin by, all I think is... am I doing justice to my life... am I doing enough for my loved ones... I feel I am just like a ship sailing with the currents of life... just another software programmer lost in the race of $s... I have the engine of thoughts and I just need to crank it up with the fuel of desire. I need to take control of my ship.
Hari has invited for dinner. Free dinner! Yo... there ends my day! I am off...
Sunday, August 10, 2008
I'm a Beer bottle
I started fresh, nice and chilled,
With spiky new labels that gave everyone the thrill.
He picked me up, twisted me open and sucked my deep within,
Soon he was high when his mind was not in him.
Along came a traffic signal and I was left on the road to lie,
Well, I was better off in the refrigerator staring at boxes of apple pie.
I rolled along the slope until I could rest myself against the pavement,
Next morning the sun was out and I started seeing lots of movement.
People stopped at the signal in their big cars,
All well dressed up hiding their weekend scars.
Some looked at me and exclamed! "Mann this city has become dirty"
I say, ""Dude dont you think that when you party..."
All are so busy, no one ain't got no time,
I wish someone could pick me up and send me to the recycling home of mine.
I dont know if I'd retire,
Soon I am gonna be crushed under someone's tyre.
But that is the worst case scenario,
I hope along comes a Romario.
Lying there for days, I had started recognizing people,
Everyday one guy in a black car would look at me and go straight without taking any trouble.
One day he made his move,
Stopped his car right beside me and took me inside the hood.
In the parking lot of his office, he was in a hurry to dump me in some trash,
Hiding me in his sleeves he took me there, where now I rest waiting for the midnigh crash.
From here I should be taken care of, but I wonder who was that guy,
May be some psycho babbale metal head who just did not like an empty bottle in his eye.
With spiky new labels that gave everyone the thrill.
He picked me up, twisted me open and sucked my deep within,
Soon he was high when his mind was not in him.
Along came a traffic signal and I was left on the road to lie,
Well, I was better off in the refrigerator staring at boxes of apple pie.
I rolled along the slope until I could rest myself against the pavement,
Next morning the sun was out and I started seeing lots of movement.
People stopped at the signal in their big cars,
All well dressed up hiding their weekend scars.
Some looked at me and exclamed! "Mann this city has become dirty"
I say, ""Dude dont you think that when you party..."
All are so busy, no one ain't got no time,
I wish someone could pick me up and send me to the recycling home of mine.
I dont know if I'd retire,
Soon I am gonna be crushed under someone's tyre.
But that is the worst case scenario,
I hope along comes a Romario.
Lying there for days, I had started recognizing people,
Everyday one guy in a black car would look at me and go straight without taking any trouble.
One day he made his move,
Stopped his car right beside me and took me inside the hood.
In the parking lot of his office, he was in a hurry to dump me in some trash,
Hiding me in his sleeves he took me there, where now I rest waiting for the midnigh crash.
From here I should be taken care of, but I wonder who was that guy,
May be some psycho babbale metal head who just did not like an empty bottle in his eye.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Good Morning
Early morning today, sun peeping throught my balcony. First thing I did... asked Sun to say "Cheeezzz!", rebello sleeps with me along with WIFE :-).Sun dude...All I ask is for a good day and concentration.
Sunday, July 13, 2008
Have you ever felt like this?
Have you ever felt like this?
You find yourself standing on some corner of your house... wondering why did you come here... and say to yourself... I am here anyway... lets eat something (if it is a kitchen.)
Screaming and searching... "Where is my pen?"; while holding it in the other hand.
Used all your might to lift a big box only to find it is lighter than air...
While climbing down a flight of steps in dark... expecting the last one... which is never there :-)... you make a lunge to get off something on which you were never on. I am sure all you there will agree with me on this!
The other way round... climing up the stairs in some mall... looking here and there... only to climb one extra... which is not there... and you appear to be stoopid... and you make that empty action a couple of times as if it is normal with you.
Last but not the least...Searching for your phone while talking on it... hmm... even I dont know why I was searching for it. May be to see the time because I don't wear a watch. God knows.
Just checking guys... because I freakin do these things... I have been absent minded since I was a kid. "Bhoolakad" so called. Mixing ginger with garlic is the classic example. Mom will ask to get garlic... I ll get ginger.. ask ginger... I'll get garlic. Ask besan.. I'll get maida... ask maida... I'll get besan. I always went twice whenever asked to get something. This ain't nothing. I used to go on my cycle to the shop and come back walking. Ha ha... let me giggle on myself for that. That was the height. I dont know how many umbrellas I have donated to the autorickshaw walas. I used to freaking forget I have one.. and roam about getting drenched. Parents were surprised, asking me how did I manage to clear my exams, even I dont know how. It is still a mystery :P.
Let me mention about one of my friends. He does not remember anything, but if you want to remind him something, you have to relate that with food. He loves food. Suppose you wanna remind him of the chick that we saw in the market last week. He will not remember. You have to ask him saying... "Hey do you remember that chick... we saw... last week?" He'll say no... then you have to put it like this..."Arre yaar... at the same place where you had that amazing butter chicken". Then he'll remember...sayin "oo ho hooo yes yes... I remember". There you go!
Can't afford to be careless away from home. I use numbers to help me. I keep a count of stuff I carry. Before leaving home.. count 5!.. before leaving the table in a hotel... count 5!... before leaving the loo.. count 5!... and the formula works for me :P.
Don't worry folks. This sardar is not gonna die because of forgetting to breathe... he he.
You find yourself standing on some corner of your house... wondering why did you come here... and say to yourself... I am here anyway... lets eat something (if it is a kitchen.)
Screaming and searching... "Where is my pen?"; while holding it in the other hand.
Used all your might to lift a big box only to find it is lighter than air...
While climbing down a flight of steps in dark... expecting the last one... which is never there :-)... you make a lunge to get off something on which you were never on. I am sure all you there will agree with me on this!
The other way round... climing up the stairs in some mall... looking here and there... only to climb one extra... which is not there... and you appear to be stoopid... and you make that empty action a couple of times as if it is normal with you.
Last but not the least...Searching for your phone while talking on it... hmm... even I dont know why I was searching for it. May be to see the time because I don't wear a watch. God knows.
Just checking guys... because I freakin do these things... I have been absent minded since I was a kid. "Bhoolakad" so called. Mixing ginger with garlic is the classic example. Mom will ask to get garlic... I ll get ginger.. ask ginger... I'll get garlic. Ask besan.. I'll get maida... ask maida... I'll get besan. I always went twice whenever asked to get something. This ain't nothing. I used to go on my cycle to the shop and come back walking. Ha ha... let me giggle on myself for that. That was the height. I dont know how many umbrellas I have donated to the autorickshaw walas. I used to freaking forget I have one.. and roam about getting drenched. Parents were surprised, asking me how did I manage to clear my exams, even I dont know how. It is still a mystery :P.
Let me mention about one of my friends. He does not remember anything, but if you want to remind him something, you have to relate that with food. He loves food. Suppose you wanna remind him of the chick that we saw in the market last week. He will not remember. You have to ask him saying... "Hey do you remember that chick... we saw... last week?" He'll say no... then you have to put it like this..."Arre yaar... at the same place where you had that amazing butter chicken". Then he'll remember...sayin "oo ho hooo yes yes... I remember". There you go!
Can't afford to be careless away from home. I use numbers to help me. I keep a count of stuff I carry. Before leaving home.. count 5!.. before leaving the table in a hotel... count 5!... before leaving the loo.. count 5!... and the formula works for me :P.
Don't worry folks. This sardar is not gonna die because of forgetting to breathe... he he.
Sunday, June 22, 2008
Mission Lingerie
Coming back from office, towards the mailbox, time to check mails... the thing that bores me the most. Thats gone, to my amazement, I find a Victoria's Secret free lingerie coupon. Maan, the pic on the coupon was haaaat! Wondering... why the hell me, I have never purchased a lingerie from that place, what is this coupon for. Anyway, took it inside with rest of the mail.
What to do with it, it was lying on my table for months. One fine day, got another one... this time it had my Landlord's name on it. There you go... it was for his wife, I had cracked the mistery. He was no more here, so it was mine. Now I had 2 of them. Unfortunately, the old one had expired.
Come june and it was Zeee's birthday. I thought it would make a nice gift before the other one also expires. Zeee, my old college time buddy, a New Yorker now. Called her and said... "Buddy, I have a VS free coupon and I am mailing it to you, dont ask another budday gift." She got excited, dunno what they pack into those small pieces of cloth, women just want it!
Casually she asked me to check the date on the coupon, it was expiring after 2 days... right on the day it will reach her if I mail it. Now what... I already have her salivating for those goodies, but... I cant go into the store and buy that... pah! She urges me to go and get it... and upon that parcel it. Goddam hell... first get it... then parcel it. Am i crazy I said... I am not getting it... forget it... no gift for you.
She starts booing, calling me shy... lolu pollu... I said I am not! She challenged me... I took up the mission... "Mission Lingerie." Gathered all courage and made my way to the mall, wondering... I've just gotta buy a few Pieces of cloth folks! What the hell.
I land up in front of the VS Showroom and suddenly everything turns pink. I was in the pink world... What happened... Follows...
Storekeeper: Welcome sir! May I help you?
I: (Thanking my Stars...) O yea... I definately need some help here. (She giggles...) I fish out the coupon and pointing my other finger to it... I ask... Where can I use this?
Storekeeper: (In her blac southern accent) Go right down this isle, on your left (she points toards the section) you will find a bunch of lingerie where you can select from using this coupon.
I: (Tensed... wondering n scratching my head... mann... select from a bunch... quite a task!) Wondering down the isle, through the sea of lingerie... checking out the wildest clothes I'd ever seen, I reach the section. God helped, to my rescue she sent an angel there, another store keeper.
Storekeeper2: How can I help you sir (checkin me top to toe, to find something for which clothes in her shop could be useful... :P)?
I: (I remembered the size Zeee had told me... it was something like XXX... but I did not remember she telling me, was is the size of the panty or the bra) I say... I need a panty, size XXX
Storekeeper2, Storekeeper1 (she also comes along... seeing me struggling to find something): They say, we are sorry sir, panties come in Small, Medium and Large, XXX the size of a bra, and in this offer you have to select the panty and we give the matching bra.
I: (felt like a sucker... melting with shame... felt like melting and flowing right out of the shoppe...) I take a sigh, bring on a sucker smile and say... "Oh, is it! Lemme call her!" I call... Zena picks... I say... "Zeee... I am in a situation here... I need the size of your panty".... buddie... she asked... what happened... I said... "I'm at VS and I asked a panty telling the bra size." She fainted laughing... I said... please size bata... She says... "Get out of that place mandy! I was just kidding... and you are crazy!" I said... "NO... I'll get it, panty ka size bata. I dont wanna get out of here after all this." Then she says X and get a black Thong. I hang up. Turning to the shopkeeper:
Please gimme a black Thong size X
Storekeeper2: She quickly gets me that (seeing the sweat on my Forehead... she asks) Why are you sweating sir?
I: (Smiling) I am nervous, just nervous... never bought lingerie before, and you need to help me get a matching bra... please.
Storekeeper2: (Giggling...) Sure sir, she gets one and says, this is good cotton one... nice for the summers...
I: (Sigh of relief...) Whatever... where is the billing counter? Again... thanking the storekeeper.
Standing in the que, waiting for my turn to pay... all women lookin at me and chuckling... I giving innocent smiles. My turn comes.
Cashier: How are you doing sir?
Me: Not bad, not bad!
Casher: Punching the computer, drawing the bill... nice to have you here sir... have a good day.
I: Thanks!... and Mission Accomplished!
Cashier (who was noticing my situation since last 10 mins) Burst into laughter!
It ain't over yet. I have to walk down that mall to my car with that pink package in my hand and then to the postoffice to parcel it. At the post office:
I pack it and reach the parcel window:
Clerk: What is in it?
I: (Scratching my head...) Co.. co... Clothes!
Clerk: Okay... to NY 18$s express.
I: Okay... ship it!
Mission truly accomplished! Then follows the blackmailing, instead of thanks!
Zeee says she will tell my wife that once I bought her lingerie. Scaring me huh! And again she says .... "I am training you Mandy!"
Let her get married this december and I'll buy her boyfriend some boxers with a note on top. "This is to even out for the lingerie that I bought for your wife :P" He he
Friends are Friends... may be you meet once in years... if someone asks something as a gift for budday... I am gonna get it even if it is within my slight reach!
Lesson learnt thought... "How to buy lingerie?" by Zeee!
What to do with it, it was lying on my table for months. One fine day, got another one... this time it had my Landlord's name on it. There you go... it was for his wife, I had cracked the mistery. He was no more here, so it was mine. Now I had 2 of them. Unfortunately, the old one had expired.
Come june and it was Zeee's birthday. I thought it would make a nice gift before the other one also expires. Zeee, my old college time buddy, a New Yorker now. Called her and said... "Buddy, I have a VS free coupon and I am mailing it to you, dont ask another budday gift." She got excited, dunno what they pack into those small pieces of cloth, women just want it!
Casually she asked me to check the date on the coupon, it was expiring after 2 days... right on the day it will reach her if I mail it. Now what... I already have her salivating for those goodies, but... I cant go into the store and buy that... pah! She urges me to go and get it... and upon that parcel it. Goddam hell... first get it... then parcel it. Am i crazy I said... I am not getting it... forget it... no gift for you.
She starts booing, calling me shy... lolu pollu... I said I am not! She challenged me... I took up the mission... "Mission Lingerie." Gathered all courage and made my way to the mall, wondering... I've just gotta buy a few Pieces of cloth folks! What the hell.
I land up in front of the VS Showroom and suddenly everything turns pink. I was in the pink world... What happened... Follows...
Storekeeper: Welcome sir! May I help you?
I: (Thanking my Stars...) O yea... I definately need some help here. (She giggles...) I fish out the coupon and pointing my other finger to it... I ask... Where can I use this?
Storekeeper: (In her blac southern accent) Go right down this isle, on your left (she points toards the section) you will find a bunch of lingerie where you can select from using this coupon.
I: (Tensed... wondering n scratching my head... mann... select from a bunch... quite a task!) Wondering down the isle, through the sea of lingerie... checking out the wildest clothes I'd ever seen, I reach the section. God helped, to my rescue she sent an angel there, another store keeper.
Storekeeper2: How can I help you sir (checkin me top to toe, to find something for which clothes in her shop could be useful... :P)?
I: (I remembered the size Zeee had told me... it was something like XXX... but I did not remember she telling me, was is the size of the panty or the bra) I say... I need a panty, size XXX
Storekeeper2, Storekeeper1 (she also comes along... seeing me struggling to find something): They say, we are sorry sir, panties come in Small, Medium and Large, XXX the size of a bra, and in this offer you have to select the panty and we give the matching bra.
I: (felt like a sucker... melting with shame... felt like melting and flowing right out of the shoppe...) I take a sigh, bring on a sucker smile and say... "Oh, is it! Lemme call her!" I call... Zena picks... I say... "Zeee... I am in a situation here... I need the size of your panty".... buddie... she asked... what happened... I said... "I'm at VS and I asked a panty telling the bra size." She fainted laughing... I said... please size bata... She says... "Get out of that place mandy! I was just kidding... and you are crazy!" I said... "NO... I'll get it, panty ka size bata. I dont wanna get out of here after all this." Then she says X and get a black Thong. I hang up. Turning to the shopkeeper:
Please gimme a black Thong size X
Storekeeper2: She quickly gets me that (seeing the sweat on my Forehead... she asks) Why are you sweating sir?
I: (Smiling) I am nervous, just nervous... never bought lingerie before, and you need to help me get a matching bra... please.
Storekeeper2: (Giggling...) Sure sir, she gets one and says, this is good cotton one... nice for the summers...
I: (Sigh of relief...) Whatever... where is the billing counter? Again... thanking the storekeeper.
Standing in the que, waiting for my turn to pay... all women lookin at me and chuckling... I giving innocent smiles. My turn comes.
Cashier: How are you doing sir?
Me: Not bad, not bad!
Casher: Punching the computer, drawing the bill... nice to have you here sir... have a good day.
I: Thanks!... and Mission Accomplished!
Cashier (who was noticing my situation since last 10 mins) Burst into laughter!
It ain't over yet. I have to walk down that mall to my car with that pink package in my hand and then to the postoffice to parcel it. At the post office:
I pack it and reach the parcel window:
Clerk: What is in it?
I: (Scratching my head...) Co.. co... Clothes!
Clerk: Okay... to NY 18$s express.
I: Okay... ship it!
Mission truly accomplished! Then follows the blackmailing, instead of thanks!
Zeee says she will tell my wife that once I bought her lingerie. Scaring me huh! And again she says .... "I am training you Mandy!"
Let her get married this december and I'll buy her boyfriend some boxers with a note on top. "This is to even out for the lingerie that I bought for your wife :P" He he
Friends are Friends... may be you meet once in years... if someone asks something as a gift for budday... I am gonna get it even if it is within my slight reach!
Lesson learnt thought... "How to buy lingerie?" by Zeee!
Friday, June 20, 2008
Homeless...
Ram Calling... "Hello Mani... I am sorry to say man... my wife is in town...she is cryin.... a....a ...and I need you to vacate my house immediately." I am silent... scanning through all the legal statements when I moved in... then all that help Ram had provided when I was new... Ram's side was heavy... 2 moments and I say... "Ok man! Will find something asap." What a start to a Friday... when you dont know where to chill your evening beer. I was kicked out.
She says... "You should unpack... hang all your clothes... you will feel at home." This time I did that for a few clothes that I wear, no use. This is my consultant life. I ain't got no home. I often ask myself... "Will I ever settle down?" Feels like I've been running and running and the race never seems to end.
I had this strange feeling inside me today, when I say "inside" I really mean it. It was something like, I am very hungry and even if I eat it does not go away. I was craving for something. Normally when I talk to her it goes away, could not get in touch this time. Whole day was tough.
Not that I care about being kicked out... naah... its usual... I ll find some other place. One friend is with me this time. No matter how much he irritates me... he is company. Ain't gonna leave him alone. He is welcome to share my Car home :-).
Soon we are gonna find a house--> a fridge in it--> and again a chilled beer inside it. This is life for me. Chilll!
She says... "You should unpack... hang all your clothes... you will feel at home." This time I did that for a few clothes that I wear, no use. This is my consultant life. I ain't got no home. I often ask myself... "Will I ever settle down?" Feels like I've been running and running and the race never seems to end.
I had this strange feeling inside me today, when I say "inside" I really mean it. It was something like, I am very hungry and even if I eat it does not go away. I was craving for something. Normally when I talk to her it goes away, could not get in touch this time. Whole day was tough.
Not that I care about being kicked out... naah... its usual... I ll find some other place. One friend is with me this time. No matter how much he irritates me... he is company. Ain't gonna leave him alone. He is welcome to share my Car home :-).
Soon we are gonna find a house--> a fridge in it--> and again a chilled beer inside it. This is life for me. Chilll!
Thursday, June 19, 2008
If you dont to that... you Die!
My 2 cents in this space... my space... my 2 cents. Public toilets in US are a nuisance. It is just like person very formally dressed, but wearing half pants. Yeah, any toilet here is uncovered from the bottom and the worst thing is they clutter 8 - 10 of them in a small place. Take for example my office. A typical situation in the morning at about 10 am. The most dangerous time to enter that place.
Enter that place and you hear a cacophony of farts, like a competition, one trying to blow his(I go to the menz room folks! :P) ass louder than the other. Then comes the bleak noise, there you go... that guy had a rough night :-) or he is fat and poor fart is trying his best to make its way through. Dont these guys feel embarassed when they come out of the pot seat and look at each other's faces? Insted they greet each other... well.. Good Morning!
When I was new to this place, doing it in such places was the most uncomfortable thing for me, now... thats my thinking chair :P. Its amazin how lookin at the shoes from those open bottoms, you can guess who the person is in there. I've spotted my manager's shoes many times :P. You can even spot personalities by looking at the way people keep their feet. Easy going ones, throw their pants right at the ankles and legs kept comfortable apart... having a nice time. Ones with toes turned towards each other... well... he's got constipation or may be he the Wasabi sauce at sushi is giving its real taste now... he he.
When I go to do, I look for a quick sneak onto my seat so that no body notices. Well, then I can make any noises I want and no one knows who is in there. Have to make sure that the line is clear even when i sneak out. Thats what I call a clean shit. he he. Forget it, even I have become shameless now. I fart out loud in toilets and when people ask. I say... "What the hell... If you dont do that... you Die!"
O comeon guys, I'm not the only one nasty. We all do it and I accept it (only in the menz room but :D)!
Enter that place and you hear a cacophony of farts, like a competition, one trying to blow his(I go to the menz room folks! :P) ass louder than the other. Then comes the bleak noise, there you go... that guy had a rough night :-) or he is fat and poor fart is trying his best to make its way through. Dont these guys feel embarassed when they come out of the pot seat and look at each other's faces? Insted they greet each other... well.. Good Morning!
When I was new to this place, doing it in such places was the most uncomfortable thing for me, now... thats my thinking chair :P. Its amazin how lookin at the shoes from those open bottoms, you can guess who the person is in there. I've spotted my manager's shoes many times :P. You can even spot personalities by looking at the way people keep their feet. Easy going ones, throw their pants right at the ankles and legs kept comfortable apart... having a nice time. Ones with toes turned towards each other... well... he's got constipation or may be he the Wasabi sauce at sushi is giving its real taste now... he he.
When I go to do, I look for a quick sneak onto my seat so that no body notices. Well, then I can make any noises I want and no one knows who is in there. Have to make sure that the line is clear even when i sneak out. Thats what I call a clean shit. he he. Forget it, even I have become shameless now. I fart out loud in toilets and when people ask. I say... "What the hell... If you dont do that... you Die!"
O comeon guys, I'm not the only one nasty. We all do it and I accept it (only in the menz room but :D)!
Sunday, March 30, 2008
Thought
Night is a life, world is a sleep,
Dreaming in promises you can't keep.
I've gotta be tough, I've gott a be strong,
It's only love I've been waiting on.
It's only a dream, It's all in my head,
It's only some words somebody said.
I can believe what I wanna believe ,
And you can believe in me.
Putting up with all this, may be you will come along,
It's only love I've been waiting on.
Dreaming in promises you can't keep.
I've gotta be tough, I've gott a be strong,
It's only love I've been waiting on.
It's only a dream, It's all in my head,
It's only some words somebody said.
I can believe what I wanna believe ,
And you can believe in me.
Putting up with all this, may be you will come along,
It's only love I've been waiting on.
Friday, March 14, 2008
Bangalore to Delhi
I am at Legends of Rock, I am high. I try to hypnotize myself looking continuously at the neon lights, thinking about the moments spent at this place... my Bengaluru Days. In arms of my old buddies... almost canceling my flight to Delhi. Ravishankar after a drink says... "I love you maga..." Bob keeps his head on my shoulder... says... "I missed u bugger". I say to myself... this is my place... my world...my friends.
I am getting high...I start getting lost in the lights, I close my eyes... I see eyes of a woman... I say to myself "Its okay man...you are just infatuated". I close my eyes... feel the dizz and at once I see her eyes. I come up again all ruffled up... only to see BB King singin' some love song. What the hell I say! it is LoR... play something psychedelic! Wrong timing. Another drink, and again I look at the neon lights... I close my eyes... this time I see her face... take a deep sigh... and I say to myself... "Oh My God! I love her" These were the exact words that came out of my heart, mouth... I even said it. Friends pulling leg... "Who is She!" Finally sardar loves someone.
Bob askin... Who is she bugger?... Deepanjali... Sheetal... who who who! I didn't utter a word, hung on to my drink, wondering what have I said. (Vikas... aka Bob... my good friend... "The Bugger!"). We were at the pub at 3pm and it was 6:30 pm now. I just said... "I got to go!" People upset... asking "Where?". I say.. Delhi. and then Why? I gotta meet #######! Again... "Who is this #######!". By that time I was high. I kept on repeating like a stuck playing record. People freaked out. Sayin... Stay Maninder Stay... atleast a day... you have come after a year! People pulling arms, pleading to stay, but I knew... I could catch the 7:30 flight. 1 hr and that airport road traffic. Even then... I kept repeating.... I gotta meet #######! I thought I could make it. Anyway... Uday... offered his Scorpio... drove me down that traffic to the airport. Nice dude he is... any worries in life... go to him. Made it just 15 mins before departure.
Seeing me drunk... air hostess asking... "Sir... do you really have to travel" I say... "O hell Yeah!" They got me seated. Lady sitting beside me... smelling... making faces... I get irritated and say... "so what... I am drunk!" and again... the real side of me. I say it! I took off. All the way in the flight... I kept taking deep sighs... and sayin... "Oh My God!... I love her". Ladies have this knack... while off boarding at Delhi... my copassenger came to me at the baggage claim and said... "Best of Luck", she figured it out I guess. Anyway, reached my cousins.... In expectation to meet her next morning. Next morning I realize, I had left my iPod in the flight. Let go! I say
Mann... I could not meet her... She was busy... Her exam time... She could not come... and I was so much flowing in my emotions... That I cried that day...cried lots... like a girl... after years I guess. Cried because I had ditched people who love me in quest to meet someone whom I love. I was lost, neither here not there, I hope my friends forgive me. She thinks I cried because I left my iPod in the flight. Well, I guess I projected in such a way. I don't know what is this, I was a free bird.
That day afternoon, I was just sitting roadside after a bath with a bottle of limca, consoling myself, and a fakir comes along. He asks for a rupee, I did not have change. He pleaded, I felt like helping the poor guy, I said... baba I've got 10 bucks. I gave it to him, he was soo happy. What he did... he folded that 10 rupee note like a square locket and kept it in the center of my palm and asked me to make a fist, I did it. He said a few mantras and asked me to open my fist. To my surprise, I find a metallic locket there. I was head over heels, wondering, sayin... "What the hell!" Whatever I say, it had happened right on my palm, in front of my eyes and I was not drunk. After that, the fakir, lookin' into my eyes started telling my mindset, where am I heading, what am I thinking... and he was correct. I did not believe it, because I never did. I had never believed in those supernatural things, those "taveez" and all. But that day, my belief was questioned... "Do these things really exist?" Well, I was truly in India. Then he asked me to wear that locket round my neck as that would help me achieve my targets in my life. Well, I did not not. I returned that taveez back to the baba and with respect I said, I do not believe in all this, thanks anyway for your help, you are really good. Baba left, all pissed, calling me moorkh (moron). Well, I have always believed, a man makes his own destiny and I stuck to it, no taveez can help it, I still think that is crap, may be that baba was good at his trick. But how the hell did he read my mind in font of me, that is still a mystery. Anyway, I was off to Punjab.
I was suppose to leave India a week after that. I think she had pity on me as she called over to meet the day I left India. As they say "Beggars are not Choosers", she showed pity, I thought... may be that is what I deserve. Thought this is a golden chance... I will open up, could not. Talked, but in my pocket. Something was wrong with me, I was not the same, I was unable to talk. That was quite a meeting, I had never felt like such a bunny in front of a woman. I was even scared to look into her eyes and talk. I knew I was going far, stole some memories but, I ain't gonna write here. I am here now. This week has been the most difficult week of my life, I think of her all the time. Ma'an... India seems far now.
I am getting high...I start getting lost in the lights, I close my eyes... I see eyes of a woman... I say to myself "Its okay man...you are just infatuated". I close my eyes... feel the dizz and at once I see her eyes. I come up again all ruffled up... only to see BB King singin' some love song. What the hell I say! it is LoR... play something psychedelic! Wrong timing. Another drink, and again I look at the neon lights... I close my eyes... this time I see her face... take a deep sigh... and I say to myself... "Oh My God! I love her" These were the exact words that came out of my heart, mouth... I even said it. Friends pulling leg... "Who is She!" Finally sardar loves someone.
Bob askin... Who is she bugger?... Deepanjali... Sheetal... who who who! I didn't utter a word, hung on to my drink, wondering what have I said. (Vikas... aka Bob... my good friend... "The Bugger!"). We were at the pub at 3pm and it was 6:30 pm now. I just said... "I got to go!" People upset... asking "Where?". I say.. Delhi. and then Why? I gotta meet #######! Again... "Who is this #######!". By that time I was high. I kept on repeating like a stuck playing record. People freaked out. Sayin... Stay Maninder Stay... atleast a day... you have come after a year! People pulling arms, pleading to stay, but I knew... I could catch the 7:30 flight. 1 hr and that airport road traffic. Even then... I kept repeating.... I gotta meet #######! I thought I could make it. Anyway... Uday... offered his Scorpio... drove me down that traffic to the airport. Nice dude he is... any worries in life... go to him. Made it just 15 mins before departure.
Seeing me drunk... air hostess asking... "Sir... do you really have to travel" I say... "O hell Yeah!" They got me seated. Lady sitting beside me... smelling... making faces... I get irritated and say... "so what... I am drunk!" and again... the real side of me. I say it! I took off. All the way in the flight... I kept taking deep sighs... and sayin... "Oh My God!... I love her". Ladies have this knack... while off boarding at Delhi... my copassenger came to me at the baggage claim and said... "Best of Luck", she figured it out I guess. Anyway, reached my cousins.... In expectation to meet her next morning. Next morning I realize, I had left my iPod in the flight. Let go! I say
Mann... I could not meet her... She was busy... Her exam time... She could not come... and I was so much flowing in my emotions... That I cried that day...cried lots... like a girl... after years I guess. Cried because I had ditched people who love me in quest to meet someone whom I love. I was lost, neither here not there, I hope my friends forgive me. She thinks I cried because I left my iPod in the flight. Well, I guess I projected in such a way. I don't know what is this, I was a free bird.
That day afternoon, I was just sitting roadside after a bath with a bottle of limca, consoling myself, and a fakir comes along. He asks for a rupee, I did not have change. He pleaded, I felt like helping the poor guy, I said... baba I've got 10 bucks. I gave it to him, he was soo happy. What he did... he folded that 10 rupee note like a square locket and kept it in the center of my palm and asked me to make a fist, I did it. He said a few mantras and asked me to open my fist. To my surprise, I find a metallic locket there. I was head over heels, wondering, sayin... "What the hell!" Whatever I say, it had happened right on my palm, in front of my eyes and I was not drunk. After that, the fakir, lookin' into my eyes started telling my mindset, where am I heading, what am I thinking... and he was correct. I did not believe it, because I never did. I had never believed in those supernatural things, those "taveez" and all. But that day, my belief was questioned... "Do these things really exist?" Well, I was truly in India. Then he asked me to wear that locket round my neck as that would help me achieve my targets in my life. Well, I did not not. I returned that taveez back to the baba and with respect I said, I do not believe in all this, thanks anyway for your help, you are really good. Baba left, all pissed, calling me moorkh (moron). Well, I have always believed, a man makes his own destiny and I stuck to it, no taveez can help it, I still think that is crap, may be that baba was good at his trick. But how the hell did he read my mind in font of me, that is still a mystery. Anyway, I was off to Punjab.
I was suppose to leave India a week after that. I think she had pity on me as she called over to meet the day I left India. As they say "Beggars are not Choosers", she showed pity, I thought... may be that is what I deserve. Thought this is a golden chance... I will open up, could not. Talked, but in my pocket. Something was wrong with me, I was not the same, I was unable to talk. That was quite a meeting, I had never felt like such a bunny in front of a woman. I was even scared to look into her eyes and talk. I knew I was going far, stole some memories but, I ain't gonna write here. I am here now. This week has been the most difficult week of my life, I think of her all the time. Ma'an... India seems far now.
Sunday, March 9, 2008
Finally, I've Lost it...
One year of wait, 19hrs of flying... finally, I reached India. A much awaited vacation was on... after all my fuses were blown away.
Sitting on the flight from Paris to Delhi... looking at the GPS in front of me... me flying over countries... no excitement, it felt like any other trip not until I could see New Delhi in the vicinity and my bird was over Pakistan. Suddenly, I dont know why... my heart beat increased, I started getting excited. Was it because I was coming home? Was it because I was meeting someone special?... I dont know. It was night and my bird was hovering above Delhi, I could see the night lights... it was heart warming and finally the touch down, I was home.
Felt great, out at the airport, the organized chaos made me feel at home. At the immigration check, Indians getting a warm welcome home and foreign people getting frisked... I looked back over my shoulder... I HAD WINGS... I felt free.
Beleive me... I did not drink Red Bull :-)
...to be continued.
Sitting on the flight from Paris to Delhi... looking at the GPS in front of me... me flying over countries... no excitement, it felt like any other trip not until I could see New Delhi in the vicinity and my bird was over Pakistan. Suddenly, I dont know why... my heart beat increased, I started getting excited. Was it because I was coming home? Was it because I was meeting someone special?... I dont know. It was night and my bird was hovering above Delhi, I could see the night lights... it was heart warming and finally the touch down, I was home.
Felt great, out at the airport, the organized chaos made me feel at home. At the immigration check, Indians getting a warm welcome home and foreign people getting frisked... I looked back over my shoulder... I HAD WINGS... I felt free.
Beleive me... I did not drink Red Bull :-)
...to be continued.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
My Life
It is 3 am at night, you see Manny sleeping. Breathing hard he wakes up suddenly, checks the time in his mobile, it is 3 am... Duh! He says... 4 more hours... takes a sip of water and goes back to sleep again. It is 7 am now, mobile ringing... thats is his alarm. Snoozes it in greed of enjoying that early morning sweet sleep. Closes his eyes... rubs his feet together... smiling :-). Opens his eyes.... Damn!! It is 8:09 am!
Yeaa.... thats him... He is late again... Amazin how fast clock runs in the morning hours. And he just cant get up from the bed. First he'll raise his ass... sleeping in doggy style for about 5 mins, then stands up straight with the blanket still on, grabs his clothes and moves straight to the kitchen to make his cup of 1/2 asleep bed tea, doesn't know what ingredients he is mixin' in, but it smells like tea though. This is me, and that is my cup of tea to kick start my day.
Car is gone, I gave it away. Now I walk every day a couple of miles to office. It is cold, but I have a good jacket and a nice cap and a nice pair of shoes, fully geared for a walk to office. It is not a cubicle, it is a cell where psychopathic workers like me are caged for hours. Thats my workplace. Papers sheets spread on the whole table, a layer of dust on the screen only to make the places where fingers had pointed more distinct. Thats my 15.4 inch life, that people keep pointing fingers at. The sheets of paper have some cranky drawings on 'em, pictoral representations of the ideas that I get while I am sitting in the loo. Well, the second day, even I dont understand what I have drawn, all trash now. I fish out the iPod out of my junkyard (my schoolbag), put on a bhangra number, start shaking my shoulders slightly and there the day starts. It works with sardars, may be while driving a truck or punching in lines of code, bhangra kicks.
A usual hard working day ends, its time to head home, again the same 2 mile walk back to home, in that same chilly weather. I like it, it gives me that school days feeling slinging my bag to work and again slinging and jumping back home again... Helps me keep life simple :-) .
Yeaa.... thats him... He is late again... Amazin how fast clock runs in the morning hours. And he just cant get up from the bed. First he'll raise his ass... sleeping in doggy style for about 5 mins, then stands up straight with the blanket still on, grabs his clothes and moves straight to the kitchen to make his cup of 1/2 asleep bed tea, doesn't know what ingredients he is mixin' in, but it smells like tea though. This is me, and that is my cup of tea to kick start my day.
Car is gone, I gave it away. Now I walk every day a couple of miles to office. It is cold, but I have a good jacket and a nice cap and a nice pair of shoes, fully geared for a walk to office. It is not a cubicle, it is a cell where psychopathic workers like me are caged for hours. Thats my workplace. Papers sheets spread on the whole table, a layer of dust on the screen only to make the places where fingers had pointed more distinct. Thats my 15.4 inch life, that people keep pointing fingers at. The sheets of paper have some cranky drawings on 'em, pictoral representations of the ideas that I get while I am sitting in the loo. Well, the second day, even I dont understand what I have drawn, all trash now. I fish out the iPod out of my junkyard (my schoolbag), put on a bhangra number, start shaking my shoulders slightly and there the day starts. It works with sardars, may be while driving a truck or punching in lines of code, bhangra kicks.
A usual hard working day ends, its time to head home, again the same 2 mile walk back to home, in that same chilly weather. I like it, it gives me that school days feeling slinging my bag to work and again slinging and jumping back home again... Helps me keep life simple :-) .
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