same old crap

what was it?

2009-02-13T01:00:00.000+05:30

somehow they couldn't see coincidence in priya's sudden grown affinity with the wash room and the new guy who joined the marketing department two days back. keeping herself made up was what she was not really known for in the company.

but there was someone who knew what was happening. the pharmacist. priya had diarrhea.

the clean slate

2009-02-10T23:00:00.000+05:30

my c has very recently been formatted and i have lost my favorites in the process. but it is kind of good.

the statement above says a lot about my current status.

another story of finding love

2009-02-09T12:00:00.002+05:30

caution: profanity galore

~~~

a to his friend b

chu***a bandiya tu patata nahi hain
intelligent bandiya teri g**nd maar leti hain
tu bas m*th maar

the cult following

2009-02-04T09:00:00.000+05:30

jimmy asked shanti if she was a feminist.

shanti really did not understand the meaning and tried to judge his intent instead. jimmy sensed the hitch but could not catch it when she said no.

he hired her to be his housemaid.

:D

travel 2009 - 1, oman, muscat

2009-01-31T18:00:00.000+05:30

internetting at excruciatingly crawling speed for 130 INR / hour from muscat, back from first meeting then lunch. this time i am liking it a little better in here.

much important meeting listed on monday. i hope i will take [professional] positives out of here.

she was the truth

2009-01-27T09:00:00.000+05:30

he never said anything that was true to her. never when he held her hands, never when he held her in hands, never when he kissed her lips, never when the images on the movie screen flicked, never when he untangled her hair, never when she meddled with his hair, never when she was cooking for him, never when they were eating the single ice cream; not even whenever she cried, he would never forget she looking angelic bleary eyed

today he said it for the first time, the absolute truth - bye

males, courtesy females

2009-01-25T09:00:00.001+05:30

a report in toi today suggested that promiscuous females contribute in improving the quality of sperms in males.

this report baffled me a little because i always thought considering the physical quality of guys in the times of maharana pratap, you would wonder whether girls were promiscuouser then or now?

a dream of mine

2009-01-21T10:00:00.000+05:30

a dream today made me conclude

you should get married to you first love. it saves you from subsequent heart burns.

:D

multiple threads entwined

2009-01-19T09:45:00.005+05:30

though top two are remotely interconnected but this post would have multiple threads...

~~~

the magic of adaptability is such that you get as comfortable in your current habitat as you were in your last pretty soon.

the biggest flip of living with folks is that your probably can't make out on the couch as often as you would like with your girl. you probably will need to restraint her from hollering when in ecstasy and you would need to stop from making your point while in an argument with her, just because you don't want your family to be ruffled. the easy way out for us kids which is more imposed than chosen in our part of the world is to move out under the wrap of work and then we don't want to come back

~~~

i don't really love travel for work that comes with anxiety. and the impending travel is exactly that. still waiting for the visa. although this means that i won't be waiting for the connecting flight in dubai for 2+4 hours as i would rather take a direct flight than worry about accumulating flying miles.

living in middle east would be a little hard for me, and lack of winters in delhi this season have reinforced that assumption a lot. i guess i should be happy that my visits to any of these counties don't ever exceed a week.

~~~

i have been searching for some good pictures to put up on my right side bar, of a curvy body. i have been talking about my love for the plump. for those who are are getting gross ideas, please go check this out. somehow i am not able to find the other posts that i have written on this topic. and if anyone can suggest me any good wallpapers to put on my sidebar, it would be great. thanks in advance.

dr. kumar vishwas at moksha '04

2009-01-15T08:00:00.000+05:30

he might be sexist and he might give a faint impression of being decadent at his take on a few topics but his lines are intelligent, his voice charming and his comments witty. his names is dr. kumar vishwas. and one of the best performances that i have heard of him made me his instant fan [of at least his that poem/performance].

delivered at the fest of '04 at nsit, delhi, he enamored many by his this gig. listen to it without prejudice, please.

om would love it, i am sure. kyu bhai?

grease that navel

2009-01-12T09:30:00.002+05:30

winters sometimes can be excruciating too. of some other minor irritations that they bring, chapped lips is one of the foremost for those people with dry skin like mine. i have always been unhappy with the utter distaste that the cracks on the lips bring.

but this time a very ingenious solution helped me out of this problem which has plagued and ruined pleasures of youth whenever it could :D

the solution is to grease the navel. now, it might sound a little corny but it is purely a baba ramdevish - easy and effective [with no side-effects ;) too] one.

for details don't forget to write to me like you always do ;) :D

a survey on pleasure

2009-01-06T00:00:00.000+05:30

according to a survey the following are most irritating incidents while sex:-

1. morning alarm
2. head banging on the head post
3. unyielding knot in the string of the pajamas
4. not able to find condoms in the usual drawer
5. kid crying inconsolably

the climate here, and there

2009-01-04T11:00:00.000+05:30

the winters are finally and thankfully here. the numbing fingers, the bone chilling breeze that shakes you up when you run into the balcony after bath to hang your towel on the cord in just your undies :D. the blinding fog that disappears but paints the whole world gray. somehow my trip to narkanda induced the weather, it seems to me.

although it should be cold where should be but it seems that some authorities are trying to do utmost to tweak the climate in some other part of the world where it is beautifully hot. i mean this is a total disaster. what are they thinking? do the girl not have right to stand shoulder to shoulder with men? even in a developed nation? what are they trying to make of the country - another saudi? a move totally against what feminism and women liberation stands for :D authorities in sydney are planning to ban girls from going topless on the beaches.

if heaven is anywhere, then it is here on earth and you experience it in bits and pieces.

on a chilly saturday morning, sitting on a cane ottoman and eating smoking aalo ke paranthe being made by mom fresh, along with semi frozen powdery chunks of desi ghee, and sipping on the strong milk coffee which you yourself prepared while glancing into the interesting account of his ascent of everest by edmund hillary in 'high adventure', you experience another bit.

~~~

fate sometimes has an interesting way to drive you from getting what you desire to what you deserve.

happy new year 2009

2009-01-01T00:00:00.000+05:30

it is generally that i travel on the new years or sleep. sleep because no one is inviting me to a party. and today i am going to sleep when i have got many invites because i am used to it.

but hey people:-

wish you a very happy new year 2009 :D have fun ;)

narkanda, on NH 22

2008-12-30T09:15:00.001+05:30

realizing a fun-trip is not half as fun or easy as when om is around.

but after a lot of deliberation, cajoling and planning we {a total of 4 guys} embarked on the trip to narkanda. i decided on it for two major reasons: 1) its height {2700 meters} - with a simple trek to a height of 3400 meters 2) it position on a national highway {less time consuming}

a street called narkanda

upon reaching there a relief that came with a disappointment was that there were a plenty of rooms available as there was no snowfall {a delay}. according to what the manager + valet + house-keeper + guide at the hotel told us, we missed scenes that would be very similar to what om is experiencing at his current base in milwaukee.

snow, but a little afar

anyways, the couple of days that we were there went by with us all huddled inside our rooms inside the quilts for our dear lives. the temperature didn't seem to go over 4-5 degrees centigrade even when the sun shone as bright as it does in delhi. nights were either below freezing or around freezing. our drive plus trek took as around frozen sluggish ponds and half-frozen half-tricking streams to a peak called hatu at the altitude of 3 kilometers above delhi.

official declaration of our achievement ;)

the last day saw us coming down to shimla. i wasn't really keen but more than half of the members vetoed my intent. and with the lure of hotties i too didn't fight tooth and nail :D but shimla was disappointing. the mall was full house and even the lots of very beautiful girls [who incidentally were all petite, fair with ruddy cheeks, straight hair, wearing converse canvas shoes, with ultra low skin fit jeans, and one or the other brand of sports jacket - they all looked so similar that i couldn't even recall one face that stuck to my mind] there couldn't seem to make up for what the overcrowding was doing to the place.

this view was available in shimla too, but i clicked this a kilometer above

~~~

i clicked very less number of pictures, none at all of shimla.

the legs

2008-12-23T10:00:00.001+05:30

although i have still not stopping cribbing about it but it seems to get a little better. it is a little colder and girls are looking nicer, not that they don't do otherwise, but i am still waiting for it to plunge to around 10-15. it shouldn't go above 15 anyways. even the bloody minimum is higher than normal still.

anyways, last evening, while the guys at vodafone were dillydallying my patience away, i felt like looking for a restroom, which i did after my unsatisfactory rendezvous with them. the closest formal loo was in the centerstage mall. so there i went. and though i wasn't surprised to see a couple of females in teeny weeny skirts, i sure felt a little colder. that mall has one of the most popular clubs in ncr - elevate. the moment i went inside the mall - i saw the biggest number of girls wearing skirts at one single place. and it didn't took me a moment to determine that they were all school kids [who probably came for a christmas party thrown by school/someone] - but all those legs on the show didn't warm me up a bit. disappointing, would you say? not at all. i would prefer a single pair of 30 year old legs to all those 20 year olds any day.

i miss them a lot

2008-12-05T12:00:00.004+05:30

it has been a week since terror stuck us. we are limping back to normalcy although with great effort.

but didn't want the disgust and hate against terror die, so have created a badge and put it up so that it reminds me to do my bit against terror.

i wanted to write something cheerful today.

~~~

i miss my classmates of college today. they were beautiful girls - the best bunch in the whole college. it was the course that used to attract the best looking of the lot. i guess that was the trend with whole of delhi university.

but somehow we didn't use to treat them with as much affection ;) as they deserved. ghar ki murgi... after all. i still remember those short ones i used to dance with. those snobs who used to threaten us but still laughed like crazy on our back-bench jokes. those geeks who sneered at us yet scored less than us. and i remember them all huddled around us on valentines day and urging us go talk to girls from other courses - and us just having day of our lives when guys from other courses used to come with roses to them.

we people were like a group who were best of friends without acknowledging. we used to go for movies, leched on hot teachers showing off in their sareers, got concerned when anyone was heart-broken, and still didn't share notes so as to score more than others - which anyways no one ever did.

i miss the trip to daman and the trip to shimla and daily trips to lajpat nagar. i miss the parties, i miss their fits of anger and i miss those giggles that followed. i miss their notes, and i miss their complaints to teachers and i miss their expressions when annual results were declared :D

i now wonder why didn't i fall in love with any of them. probably because i loved them all in a way.

we are still as unsafe

2008-12-04T10:00:00.001+05:30

there is no point crying hoarse about deplorable security measures even after such a tragedy striking us. you can not really check and frisk and scan each and every citizen who goes in to a mall, a departmental store, a railway station, an airport. there are millions of footfalls there. especially, when you do not have any security implementations on the macro level.

it is like you are letting drainage seep into fresh water lake and then hopelessly trying to find ways to avoid fresh water lake adulteration.

there is no point of increased local security if:-

1. dawood is still living a normal life there, as is his family here
2. pakistani trawlers are still roaming our waters with much disdain
3. we are still being spat back on our faces when we ask pakistan to hand over the criminals
4. audacious threats are coming in the form of 16 terrorists still free, targeting delhi
5. eastern borders are still as porous

let those buggers rot in hell

2008-12-02T10:00:00.003+05:30

everyone across the social setup maintains one thought and i am sure many people would be supporting it in their hearts - that these murderer terrorists do not belong to any religion.

i say if that is the case then their would be no guideline on whether or how they should be cremated.

then i think their dead bodies should be hung in a open place, very much visible to the public eye - to rot and to be eaten by vultures.

i am very sure it would elicit responses from those quarters which need to be exposed in the first place

stop terrorism

2008-12-01T12:45:00.003+05:30

some outcomes are visible of the deceleration of government to seriously clamp down on terrorism. i hope that all these continue and gather steam as it roll and not loose steam. some visible steps are:-

1. home minister's, chief minister and deputy to the chief minister's resignation [and acceptance of two of them]
2. prime minister's commitment to define steps and strategy within 100 days
3. finance minister's change of role

although we would like to hear steps such as:-

1. nab all the terrorist's associated with the planning of this one within 100 days
2. destruction of all terrorist training modules in kashmir and other parts of country before this year end
3. sealing of porous borders in east with immediate effect
4. formation of single point of contact agency to counter terrorism under central government which will interact with defense staff, intelligence bureau, raw, state police and governance before year end

some of these points in wishlist might sound improbable but until and unless we want to crack these at war footing, it would surely fizzle out this time too

and i don't blame english or australian or any cricketing teams from deciding against traveling to india now. if i as an indian do not feel great enough to go out shopping for diwali, i certainly can't expect their folks to be willing of letting them go.

another attack on mumbai [india] today

2008-11-27T09:45:00.003+05:30

it has been around 2 months since bombs rocked delhi. and today mumbai. and there were talks of having a federal agency then? whatever happened to it?

and the politicians are giving same dumb template replies to the questions in the media. would there anything be done about it? would there be any proactive steps? would it take half a dozen politicians to be dead before they do anything or would just brave officers and innocent citizens continue to be murdered?

please guys, ask for votes, but stop these bloody terrorists.

of desire

2008-11-24T13:00:00.001+05:30

i am from a school of thought that says if you do not have six packs yourself you can't expect your girl to have a flat tummy either.

but i have to say i would love if i have a girl who has boobs as luscious as those of scarlett johansson. somehow johansson knows how should she hold her beautiful breasts under a sheet that would make heads, of those looking at her cleavage, spin.

and now let's not get into complete package theory.

i am growing averse to music

2008-11-22T01:00:00.001+05:30

i have got another item added to my blog [the little widget which shuffles and plays 7 songs] and i have to dedicate it to four people:-

bubbly - i ripped the idea from her blog. more than the widget, one of the songs inspired me. thanks bubbles.

johny - there is an unpronounced cold war between me and him these days [the reasons are all his misdoings]. anyways, he suggested me to have that crappy shoutbox and now i don't want this 3rd coloumn to look hauntingly empty.

miss thinker - i somehow feel that she is a very cheerful, chirpy girl. very much like the songs i like. hence she now resides on my blog in a way :D

om - he is the one who has always made me hang on, to the idea of blogging.

the artistic attempt

2008-11-21T15:00:00.003+05:30

no matter how many people appreciate it or how many people go crazy singing songs in its praise but i neither am able to comprehend nor appreciate poetry which can't discipline itself technically. i find no fun reading it if the meters are not correct, the syllables aren't symmetric, and the rhythm do not follow. to sum it, abstracts do not make sense to me.

even while my under-graduate course, i was not a big fan of eliot, not that i scored any better in case of keats, my favorite. but i have always kind of wondered, sometimes with bitter criticality, what is it that one is inspired by when writing lines such as:-

my love
sexy white dove
your hair when wet
cling to my chest
like the sarong
do to your legs long

i absolutely hate attempts like above. not that i might not have attempted crap such as this when young.

i always like the verse written which the clarity of language such as that by kabir, not to mention greats works such as ramayan, mahabharata and paradise lost, all those follow the depth of language within the circumference of discipline.

Bura Jo Dekhan Main Chala, Bura Naa Milya Koye
Jo Munn Khoja Apnaa, To Mujhse Bura Naa Koye

~ kabir

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ps. please don't go searching for writer of the lines above i called crap. they are mine :P

damned brands

2008-11-19T08:00:00.001+05:30

if you are a brand-conscious person like i used to be [not that i am not so now but there have been discounts in the favour of quality at some instances], then probably you would grow on to appreciate movies like kill bill volume 1 & 2, because:-

1. it had uma thurman
2. it was a colour-riot
3. it had one of the most haunting yet impacting opening numbers
4. it had a good background music

you wonder while watching the volume 1, what in the dear world would it take to bring you in to watch the volume number 2. but tarantino is a brand that has classics such as reservoir dogs and pulp fiction under its name.

anyways, something else is the inspiration for this post.

anil recommended me this movie earlier so i had an inkling that it might be not the pleasantest of the movies but tarantino's name at the very start ensured that i was going to go through it. probably a wrong decision.

- the first surprise came as boobs. if the movie need couple of sets of [stunning] boobs to get people hooked then you should switch off as soon as you are done watching the girls.

- the title of the movie reminded of the joke that went like: a boy had memorised the essay 'my best friend'. and when the question paper asks the boys to write an essay on 'my father', he incredulously pivots the essay on the content of the one he memorised, starting with i have many fathers but ramesh is my best father. there was no significance of the hostel in the movie except that they meet the bad guys [and those hotties] through hostels they stay in - quite loose.

the latest crappy surprise is that the same director is making a sequel - apparently the prequel was successful [i plan to watch it by the way. why? it has four beautiful women instead of two in the new one ;)].

india & pak - where are they headed?

2008-11-17T11:15:00.003+05:30

in an extension to my last post, i was wondering yesterday evening, even when the educated masses want peace between india and pakistan, and uneducated masses want their respective bread, what exactly is making friction last?

why can't money dissolve the issues here? india and states were not on very friendly terms while india-pak war of '71. but now the power of money [read outsourcing] is such that even the new president elect has back-tracked on his manifesto.

then why can't money heal the india-pak difference. it can. but the point is some forces might be against it.

i have not researched in depth at all. just picked up some tokens of information from webpages of india and pakistan on cia's website. and my observation goes:-

one of the top import products for india is chemicals which is one of the top export products for pakistan. one of the top export products for India is petroleum products which is one of the top import products for pakistan. but none figure in the top importer or exporter list of either.

let alone these, there is a huge traditional trade potential, for example bollywood and tv [saas bahu sops], tourism in northern india & pakistan and industries which i can't imagine or fathom. and market potential/risks run in bilions of rupees [probably dollars]

so why would those who are currently exporting worth billions of dollars to india and pak want them to choose each other as trade partners [which probably would be cheaper because of proximity in terms of distance and culture, hence costs]? and then there are industries as big as arms and ammunition which are at risk losing a huge market in case of peace between the two countries.

india - where is it headed?

2008-11-15T21:30:00.000+05:30

india set a record of being first to make a successful maiden landing on the moon, first to take as many as 14 scientific tools on its single flight.

although space didn't make soviet union unbreakable but it made it garner a huge respect from the world.

wasim akram lambasted hayden on calling india a third world country. although i don't mind hayden for calling such names because the list is originally theirs so it doesn't matter who they put into it. his act is as inconsequential as the list itself. although what was most funny was akram's calling australia a "village" in comparison to india. especially after today's feat of chandrayaan when it sent first pictures of the moon back home :D

although akram demands a little more space but that will come later. i am just concerned about what kind of image are politicians trying to make out of the country with hindu activists getting apprehended by the police. it is discounting all the positive work done by technologists and scientists.

i am seriously starting to believe that this is more than just about religion. will have to get hold of the book "terror incorporated: tracing the dollars behind the terror networks":-

the name's bond er... or is it?

2008-11-13T06:30:00.000+05:30

although i was advocating in support of quantum of solace but the truth is that i too missed those moments of finesse which made bond the literal impersonation of suave. the way he uttered most popular phrase, the way he lined his cuffs and checked his cuff links and the way he twitched his neck.

there is a deep paradox about the character of bond. pierce brosnan and his predecessors embodied tuxedo of steel over the body of flesh and heart of steel and craig is exactly the opposite - the body of steel inside the soft, soiled, bleeding, torn tuxedo and heart.

but end of the day, it is all about money. craig will be bond and bond will be craig till it sells. and although i liked casio royale somewhat, i have some demands as a customer:-

what i would want from next:-

1. curvier bond girls :D more skin show :D
2. more gadgets for bond's personal use
3. simpler plot

what i would not want:-

1. cuts or bruises or blood even after long action scene
2. ruddy persona for bond
3. emotional bond

looking for love

2008-11-10T16:45:00.000+05:30

sanjana was betrothed to mukki when their engagement broke. she caught some infection and all her hair fall. baldness is bigger than love. then along came jaggi, infact his father did, with his demand of huge dowry. sanjana got married to jaggi. she was touched to know that jaggi was sorry not because she was bald but because his father demanded money. she didn't know even if money can't, probably dowry can buy love.

~~

to hell with editing. i am lazy. no 55's even this time.

decay

2008-11-07T09:00:00.001+05:30

i have always maintained and often repeated that timing in visiting historical monuments here in india is the most important factor in the rating that your visit gets.

this saturday saw me getting out of delhi, a long awaited break. although the program was for rishikesh, it was later changed to fatehpur sikri. om wanted to click which he anyways wasn't really able to ;)

got started later than 3 in the morning, late by over an hour. but reached when it was still cooler. started with om getting pissed off by the change in how things work around there and then roaming around the fort complex without a guide.

while om, aro and jo were most interested in exercising their photography skills, i wanted to have some group photographs when while getting bored i realised a story there. looking at the uneven growth of wild shrub in the place where once there would have been much revered tulsi plant of maharani jodha bai herself, i lamented the decay.

the place of tulsi:-

that was the point when i pointed my camera at the walls, the crevices, the cornices, the architecture, the doors and everything. the first thought was how beautiful it all would have been in its glory:-

this is one of those exquisitely done parapets which amazes me:-

i am sure they would have looked beautiful in their times, they seem eroded now. what makes me curious is that although the age of the parapet above and this one below would be much similar, why is there such a marked difference in their erosion pattern:-

another beautiful art in stone:-

this is the most beautiful piece i discovered that day. absolutely breathtakingly stunning:-

before soon, my cheerful disposition which was basking in the thoughts of being part of regal settings was defiled by a cruel pungent stink and brought me face to face with the cycle of time which i had always maintained takes its toll. the smell was due to the excreta of rodents which might be infesting the place at night.

rodents:-

lots of them:-

later, more than the excreta, i was saddened by the corruption that was a result of illiteracy and insensitivity among some rodents of our own species. they were more damaging than the rodents of the rodent species.

i wonder what would have happened to the guy who scribbled this, if he would have been caught doing this inside jodha bai's palace in those times:-

some respite was provided by the efforts that were being put up apparently by asi. but it was not really heartening to see that most of the work was being done in bad taste. but there was an effort nonetheless and it solicits appreciation.

the low quality patch-work, probably because this spot does not warrant as much importance:-

another spot of patch work:-

i was so elated by the cleaning-up efforts put up outside the complex and inside it that i suspected that they were repairing things and making them look as good as the original product.

now:-

then:-

the beautiful suspect:-

~~~

after long, i have done a post with pictures. i always like pictures, you may click them to view them enlarged.

come on, ask!

2008-11-04T23:45:00.004+05:30

it's amazing how seniors have answers to all your questions. there is this sweet little child of our tenants who is near two and half years old and have an array of questions, answering which swells the bottoms of your pride thinking how much you know, when the answers range from "this flower's name is rose", "this is called thumb, not finger", "this is called pillow" and "no baby, you have not worn the slippers correctly".

thus, the moment you start getting irritated thinking that don't bloody get enough time for your intellectual though processes answering the kid's questions, you wonder why mom hasn't asked to you go buy milk supplies for last two days. you go to your mom and ask, "amma, what happens if you don't milk the buffalo for couple of days". and she replies to your satisfaction and horror that buffalo might develop lumps which are pretty painful if the buffalo is neither milked nor her calf is let near her [which most of the milkmen otherwise do].

you wander away and wonder, who's asking the better questions.

~~

it's kind of ironical that this post will be published near end of eve of my b'day

a bold fashion decision gone wrong

2008-11-03T14:30:00.002+05:30

yesterday i bought a pair of v-shape underwear and i shall tell you what a horribly wrong decision it has been. worse than the worst decision of my life when i resigned from a company without serving them a notice and faced what all followed thereafter.

i don't really know where or why the inclination came. but i wasn't really expecting to timidly sit the day through in office after my adventure with fashion. i have always wore the trunks and apart from being comfortable they provide a sense of drape, which is very much missing in the case of vees. you feel naked even when wearing trousers and your hands now and then go to your thighs to check out if that is indeed the case.

i now respect you girls majority of who i believe prefer vees. or probably, in retrospect, they don't have a choice...

a new change to the blog

2008-11-01T12:30:00.003+05:30

coming to office on a saturday could be excruciating, even when you have been given a compensatory off, in advance. thus to offset the pain i decided to work on my blogger template instead.

before i had introduced the shout box, at it is popularly known, on the blog, i wanted it to not interfere with my labels link list on the left side bar. thus i thought of having another side bar. but as i ain't as comfortable at css as i would prefer to be, i was left with a condition where the side bar with the shout box [i call it "instant say!"] has its background container overlapping with that of the posts' bar.

i have tried fiddling with it [the float property], a bit, but am ending up messing the template. thus decided that i should leave it at this till someone who knows this stuff could recommend me with a solution. i need to introduce a space between the two coloumns, like the one marked by the red bordered ellipse as shown in the picture below. thus, if you know of a solution and can suggest me then please email me at - bbuurrff @ gmail . com

thanks a lot.

the demands of love

2008-10-30T10:30:00.001+05:30

suresh's girlfriend asked him to think a creative way to tell her that he miss her and it is painful. she demanded creativity after watching airtel's new advertisement, though.

suresh, could think of nothing else; he ate hot and spicy mutton curry in the lunch and dinner too.

he satisfied his girlfriend, thanks to constipation.

~~~

i am at work, thus the express editing; please tell me if you find mistakes

happy diwali to you

2008-10-28T05:00:00.002+05:30

wish you all beautiful girls a

very happy diwali

what! do i hear the dudes sneering out there, chill guys, wishes to you too :D

f1 is different! now!

2008-10-25T18:00:00.000+05:30

this was written 4 weekends back:-

~~

f1 is going to be different forever for a single most important reason from this weekend onwards.

it is going to be a night race. in singapore.

under floodlights. as if turning your car 80 miles per hour under the sun isn't crazy enough. and to add some more craziness to this, is the fact that there is 50% chance of it raining on the race day according to the forecasts.

i hope to not miss the race.

but one very positive development could be foreseen from this race for us lesser mortals/drivers. the biggest concern of the organisers / engineers is the glare of floodlights reflecting against the water, if it rains.

i hope they invent some solution in the form of anti-glare coating for windscreens or something because we could harbour hope with scientists but never hope that dumb headed drivers driving in high beam [even when it is raining] on our roads would ever learn.

growing up

2008-10-22T09:45:00.000+05:30

no matter how many invisible streaks of grey you get on your head, no matter how many intellectually stimulating discourses you have with journalist cum blogger friends of yours, no matter how many dark plays you go and see and critically appreciate even when they seem nonsensical, no matter in front of how many framed paintings you silently but visibly nod your head, you still come back home and ask your mom why is tea in cup at the left lighter in colour than that in the cup on the right.

buying furniture in noida

2008-10-19T20:00:00.001+05:30

it is a dissatisfying experience, if not an unhappy one, looking to buy a coffee table in noida within sane budget.

it seems that the designers think that there are only two types of buyers

1. with money
2. with no idea what decency is

if i am someone who wants to buy a piece of elegant furniture, with a simple design that is not soliciting mucus all over it the moment you have a look at it, for a price that is within 25% to 50% [as profit] of its cost price here in noida then you are insane.

if any of you can suggest some good furniture shop in noida for a middle class buyer like me [budget - 5k, for a coffee table] then please do give me its address

the links for lables are working now

2008-10-18T00:45:00.001+05:30

at this unearthly hour when those oldies who sanity has still not deserted sleep and teenagers are still awake, i am oscillating between the two polar milestones of age and trying to keep sleep at bay.

if the above statement doesn't make sense, don't bother. it isn't making any to me either. anyways, the point is that due to some paranormal reason, the anchor tag wasn't working for my blog template earlier. which is working now.

so if you faced any broken links there at some point of time and are still interested, please click them again. they are working now after a little bug fix. you may call me names, too, if the earlier attempts caused you mild discomfort.

different eyes

2008-10-15T22:00:00.000+05:30

in a party sanjay gave his seat to a girl, but he didn't know that a lot of eyes were on him

[teenage] shilpa - what gallantry! i wish i was sitting there

[nympho] mala - how sexy, i wonder why wouldn't i ask him to take me after that

[feminist] jaya - the asshole thinks the girl can't stand

[suspecting] ruchi - i am sure he just want to look down poor girl's cleavage

[mcp basher] priya - good for him, what was he thinking of himself, he couldn't have had the seat for long anyways

[maternal] sangita - i wish i had such a considerate kid for my little girl

an amazing beauty

2008-10-12T23:30:00.001+05:30

om was describing estimating the psychology of a girl with the looks of hers. i was trying to disagree although all of it was being done more or less in jest when God probably smiled a quirky smile.

she was wearing a fawn coloured blouse and coke coloured probably british caudroy trousers and a pair of kohlapuris which were flowing with her clothes the same way her skin, which was in the lightest degree of all that brown. the most beautiful contrast was being provided by the huge amount of kohl that was busy arresting all the beauty of her eyes.

and i found her the most beautiful girl on the face of earth simply because she seemed rather genuinely engrossed sampling the book, she was holding, if it would be a good read.

~~

this happened a couple of hours back in om book shop, at great india place, noida

if you

2008-10-11T16:30:00.000+05:30

if you regularly follow my blog then it would be great if you could acknowledge your visit sometimes...

a little story from mahabharata

2008-10-11T06:00:00.000+05:30

a little part from mahabharata, that probably everyone of us have heard from our grandparents at some point of time goes:

when on a day suyodhan (duryodhan) pestered bhishm pitamah to no end that he should kill the pandavas, which pitamah was avoiding, he vowed, that he would kill them the day after. Krishna on hearing this, devised a plan. He took draupadi, asked her to take off her khadhaav and hid them beneath his arms. the result - pitamah wished her "chir saubhagya vati bhava". and then she asks him, if you have vowed to kill my pandavas, how can your ashirwad be true...?

second thing that Krishna did, he gave arjun the mukut of suyodhan and asked him to enter pitamah's tent and steal his bow and arrows that he had reserved to kill the pandavas.

thus, mahabharata is as much about Krishna [his leela], philisophy, tact, diplomacy, social rules for humans, as about an epic battle where apparently evil was defeated on the hands of good.

my first post with these new labels

2008-10-10T11:30:00.000+05:30

this was written last weekend

~~

mom has given me a list of half a dozen tasks, which i was avoiding, as usual, under the garb of it being 2nd october and markets / resources being closed. after the scrumptious breakfast of dahi, achar, muli paranthas i was lying when mom browsed the channels to stop at one of these theological channels. i decided not to revolt as i was at peace and content. i guess these two features are important if you aren't in pain and still not averse to listen about God.

on this channel, there was this person who was reciting stories from shrimadbhagwat gita. he had hypnotic voice, charming dialect and a sweet disposition. and listening to him was accentuating the peace.

it seems from the stories that if pandavas wouldn't have had Krishna at their side, they wouldn't have stood a day against the army of kauravas, even when they had arjun and bhim among them.

also, along with little stories there is as much philosophy entwined in between couplets of shrimad bhagwad gita. and someone with as much story-telling attributes as this gentleman, i was talking about above, could make them sound as inviting and interesting as they really are.

is this disgraceful?

2008-10-08T10:00:00.001+05:30

you can read the prologue of my post in someone else's words here.

in continuation to my comment there; i heard that some performances back or episodes back, saroj khan had humiliated bakhtiyar in a very crude fashion. although i believe that a person could never act above his or her person level, but there should be some grace at the level khan is at.

but it was a sad win for the girls, nonetheless. they didn't deserve it. and i feel they still got the respect from the guys. i draw this particular conclusion from the fact that delnaaz stopped her brother from sharply retaliating to the unsavory criticism from the judges, when boys had concluded their ultimate act, by silent gestures. she (and the girls) understood every bit of his (their) reaction. and also, it seemed, that each of the girl understood that it was not a disgraceful act of immature knee-jerk reaction but a humble although passionate solicitation against the usage of uncouth words from a senior judge [which saroj khan, malaika and pandey were very well aware of, thus their acrid words].

another related link

conversations around tea

2008-10-06T10:30:00.000+05:30

this is an old post which i wrote earlier, but didn't post it and now it is irrelevant as om has already arrived but haven't took me to the tea shop

bhai log om aa raha hai parso; sec 37, tea shop pe chai pine jayenge. kafi din ho gaye. aunti ke shabdo mein meri tapasya puri ho jayegi. uski shaadi ho jayegi to fir wo akela mere sath chai pine nahi jayega...

~~
below is the story:-
~~

overheard at the tea shop:-

college boys

boy: new girl... look at her flippin' awesome boobs man
friend: where else dude

college boys in formals [probably freshers or newcomers to the working world]

boy: they bloody call themselves the number one company in the world, and have more benches than work desks, hell! i am shit bored being on the bench yaar, and on the top of it not a single cute face...
friend/colleague: i know...

executives in suits in their early 30's

guy: this ice tea is crap dude. this new girl that the stupid HR shifted to my project, that too without my consent; i ask her to think of a design which could leverage our old project learning, and she winks at me: boss, you take care of the designs and i would take care of the leverage part. such fucking audacity man, but i guess with that body she can get away with anything. you know what man, my mom got me married so early... hell!
friend: [day dreaming]

middle aged men
man: if the quality of ice tea keeps going down like this, i guess, i will be better off sipping jonny at some pub
friend: but somehow the quality of females here is inversely proportional to the taste of the tea

retired folks

elderly folk: how much commotion these kids make these days...
elderly friend: don't bother me a bit. these girls sound to me like birds chirping collectively

the recoiling robots

2008-10-01T13:00:00.001+05:30

i don't understand females who react in some very peculiar ways. one example which is common to a lot of [small town] females is, you are walking down an aisle in the opposite directions and suddenly the female shies herself behind any available natural obstruction just before the moment you are to pass them. to me it is almost offensive. and this happens even in places like your office where the comfort level is at its best. i wonder why?

the act of maintaining equilibirium

2008-09-28T08:30:00.000+05:30

the problem is, it seems, that those of us who commit crimes are not directly reprimanded for those crimes. instead others seemingly innocent of our lot get punished.

you must have noticed the badge that i have on the blog since last few days. it refers to the seal hunting and carnage that goes on every year in canada. some bloody assholes bludgeon little seals, some of which are not even months old, to death. And it is not illegal. this is not just atrocious but barbaric.

and i guess people are starving in somalia, getting blown away in bomb blasts in iraq, and drowning in floods in bihar for the sins committed by some motherfuckers in canada.

the faith is damaged

2008-09-24T22:00:00.000+05:30

i am considering suing the popular media that has been misleading me into committing certain acts that has been damaging for my faith in human intelligence and my commercial interests.

if the above fact doesn't make sense to you then please read on for what inspired me to bet my hard earned [left over] money on my plight.

i was neither offered to have sex with a hot and fresh babe in authentic bengali drape nor did any firangi chick attempted to lick/bit my right buttock in a public place to my supreme delight even after using wild stone and axe brand of deodorants repeatedly.

~~

please have a look at the labels of this story before judgmental assumptions:D

the family at a premium

2008-09-22T10:30:00.000+05:30

"you again forgot to bring timmy's new set of teethers", priya was brimming with as much rage as irritation. it has been third day since neeraj has forgot to bring them. neeraj realised his mistake but he couldn't even blame himself, for it has been a month since he was on bench. his company was on laying off spree. he was busy saving his job and trying to find something for himself in the shrinking market and trying to save priya from additional stress other than taking care of her first toddler.

neeraj wished he could just get a break. probably to goa. both of them have always loved being in goa. he knew they will fall in love with each other all over again. not that there was any distance between them deep down. But timmy, their bundle of love seem to have reserved all for himself.

the whirlwind of these thoughts was broken by a shriek that stunned neeraj and priya, herself, too. even timmy stopped fiddling with his cookie. "have you gone deaf, neeraj, do you even love me anymore to hear what i am going hoarse saying here?". priya didn't really mean her words. and what escaped her throat surprised herself too.

neeraj flinched. she felt the rage inside her melting, but at a very slow pace. suddenly, neeraj grabbed her shirt's collar drew her near and before she could think planted his lips all over hers'. the pace of her melting rage quickened.

her smile

2008-09-17T09:00:00.000+05:30

it has always been so with them, he thought - even with room full of people he could be alone with her. another lovable thing about her was that she never cringed on his touch, no matter how many heads may turn.

but today was different. she was smiling to him. and he could touch her hair. but he was empty inside and he cried and wondered why was she all alone when she died.

~~

not a 55. jitni mushkil kuch comic likhne mein hoti hai utni hi kuch serious mein hoti hai

DDA flats - probability of you getting one

2008-09-15T20:00:00.002+05:30

it is ironical that in the aftermath of such terrorizing blasts in delhi, the housing scheme from dda is breaking new records in the number of application filed.

according to reports in national daily, they initially printed 4 lac forms and then ordered another 4. without speculating how much overquoting or underquoting [and not considering the numbers of downloaded forms, and not considering any reservations, and considering that everything behind the dda curtains will be done fairly ;-)] they have done, let us assume that half of the total number of forms were filled by young blood fueled by the IT industry and that all of them tried for 3 bedroom options. now there are around 352 such flats available.

going by simplest probability calculation [352/400000] the chances of me landing an allocation comes to 88 in 10 thousand. Or say for every flat more that 1100 people are trying to get it.

seems like chances of getting a flat are slimmer than chances of getting into IITs.

an excellent student

2008-09-15T08:00:00.001+05:30

i don't understand why was i asked to roam around the school playground, check out those junior high girls in extra short skirts and brag to my favorite teacher how interesting did i find reading in the library to be even when it was a free class, when i was happily asleep at the back.

~~~

it isn't true but i find this 55 to be hugely funny :D

the nuke deal - india wins!?!?

2008-09-12T17:00:00.000+05:30

someone asked me "is se kya india ko fayda hoga?". was referring to the NSG waiver that india got earlier

the problem is that it isn't as black and white as we would wish it should be.

i have two unanswered question from all this deal saga:-

1. why in the dear world is america so interested in "india's good"?

2. why is no one trying to speak anything about alternative sources of energy? even when every one knows that the fuel provider group is even smaller? we are coming from begging gcc and going to beg some even smaller set.

i am not fond of music

2008-09-11T13:00:00.002+05:30

i don't know why i want to write about them but i hate the songs that haunt you as much as you like them. i don't even know what exactly haunting means, here, but i might be able to pull the explanation off if that mean holding a pair of beautiful eyes intent on listening some sensible statements.

i might not even ever want to save them in my [expensive] storage space and probably would change the channel if i catch them but i would still like them to figure in my "appreciate these" list.

for those wondering brains, an example would be [a plagiarized effort] "tu mile" from criminal. while talking about it, manisha koirala never looked hot except for probably those nanoseconds while she showed off her that wow cleavage and the cameraman would cut off anything that starts from the area of the anatomy called tummy onwards.

i wonder why am i giving some genuine stuff here. fuck. i guess what i was really going to talk about was another song. o meri chandani from chandani. the way jolly mukherji utters the closing lines - "chandani, o meri chandani". the whole last line [choice of words, fading music and sound] bit makes it ultra luxe.

the wiring

2008-09-09T09:30:00.000+05:30

females, no matter the species they are born as, are similar at certain level

attenborough, while following and filming the herd of african elephants, observes that a female elephant even when in season give a run around to the male elephant who has qualified as the potential mate.

it's all about the wiring.

boring update of apparently no consequence

2008-09-08T09:45:00.000+05:30

google has launched their new web browser - chrome. i haven't used it but it seem fast on a machine that have different configuration from my machine. anyways i upgraded my firefox to 3. the first thing i didn't like was the processing power/time it took while typing addresses - which is obvious looking at the bottleneck they have introduced there. anyways i hope i like it. they have introduced new features in bookmarking zone [and i have installed an extension to further enhance it]. hope they are of help to me.

in the honour of a hero

2008-09-05T17:30:00.002+05:30

thanks to spicy, i am posting about something that is close to my heart and about someone who was [is] an absolute hero.

~~

i was watching steve irwin in the afternoon and me and mom were hooked to the tv like we used to

it is sad that i didn't know that it was being aired probably in his memory

although shattered would be an exaggeration, but we were all shattered, as shattered as you could be when you come to know about the death of someone you do not know [in person] but still love

i have always been moved more by the condition of animals that humans or anything in this world. if ever i would be responsible enough to actually do anything worthy then i would work something for wildlife/animal conservation. but steve was a hero, to the core.

[this was addressed to spicy] i have seen the sting ray cartoon and it is one of the most moving thing.

thanks spicy, thanks for it. and i would be posting this comment on my blog as a post. hope you won't mind :)

~~

i have posted the above text originally as comment to spicy's post but because i feel so much for the animal world, and in honour of a person who was almost above normal humans, in stature, i am re-posting it here.

like spicy said, he did what other humans [like me] brag about.

the lovers

2008-09-03T21:45:00.000+05:30

it has been some days since i have written a 55. something is itching somewhere.

~~~

after reading the story, renu looked at the picture of the king with more of a glee than scorn. the king was trying to find himself the 14th queen. she couldn't decide if she was pitying the critics or the readers. is having 14 lovers such a big deal, she wondered with a bright smile.

~~~

why can't i write real tearjerkers? not that i know if i can. but it would be fun. or if not tears then something that someone could laugh their asses off after reading.

relationships in the present state of society

2008-09-02T09:45:00.000+05:30

on the cost of sounding subjective, again, i want to wonder whether our society can stop at the stage when husbands respect the self-reliance of their wives and the marriages are still as successful as they used to be in our parents' times? i mean mutual respect [such as that in the western society] but divorce rates still as low as they were in our society back in 80's.

~~~

some days back

the long forgotten update

2008-08-27T13:00:00.000+05:30

it has been ages since i updated my blog with updates. with what's happening around me and how did it affect me if it did.

there are some movies that never lose their charm. i guess that's why they are called classics. somehow the movies that i love never seem to figure in the list of classics. two are them that i can always think of are:-

- the river wild [you need to have some idea of how river rafting feels, or at least seen a river with rapids with your eyes]
- father of the bride [a movie full of sugar & sweet]

do watch them if you haven't

i try not to watch tv except when it is sports [although my aversion towards cricket is growing with every match]. but these days i am hooked on to some singers on a reality show. the show's name is junoon. the channel is ndtv imagine. there are 3 teams one of which sings sufi songs, another indian folk and the third bollywood fare. the two teams who sing sufi & folk do not sing movie songs. and they are amazing singers. and the even better part is that they sing songs which are so close to the land. beautiful words and simple music. tragedy is that singers from these teams get eliminated because no one seems to understand how different they are from the dhinchak material public are used to. you have to listen to them to understand how different, how classy and superior they are to other music reality shows.

the farmer

2008-08-23T22:45:00.000+05:30

hari happily turned down the offer from a big corporation who wanted to gobble-up his land for peanuts [well golden peanuts, to be honest]. he'd been promised double the loan for the upcoming crop season by opposition party for agitating. he wasn't really dumb like other farmers but he didn't know he was being duped.

~~

today's papers were flashing headlines about tata threatening to pull out of singur. i personally don't favour nano or any other small car that would threaten to break the traffic sanity and add to already smog filled situation. i am not sure if the farmer is going to be benefited. i see 3 cons here:-

1. arable land shrinking
2. farmer going unemployed
3. further environmental imbalance

but i still think we should be going towards green surrounding not grey.

another story

2008-08-21T12:45:00.001+05:30

from such close she smelled of something different, although magnetic and strong. he could sense her silent smile from the way her dimples were forming. with his chest brushing her shoulder blades much too regularly he couldn't decide if he should hold her waist or be akimbo. such was the dilemma of the pillion ride.

~~

i ain't paying too much attention on my 55's these days although doing much more hard work. i am probably feeling the heat of self assumed competition.

i have to come up with something that makes me proud.

beijing olympics 2008

2008-08-20T18:45:00.000+05:30

another medal [assured] after bronze in wrestling today.

woo hoo

i loved it.

does anyone here love this country?

2008-08-20T09:00:00.000+05:30

i am enraged.

just for cheap publicity, people who have got some visibility in this country, would go to any lengths.

arundhati roy is of view that "kashmir needs azadi from india". i want to understand when she said this what was she trying to be:-

a - an indian
b - a pakistani
c - a kashmiri

not certainly a, because every body understand the designs of evil pakistani leadership and ever shrewd chinese leadership and it would be worst for India to have its land exposed, which is now safeguarded by the inhuman siachien terrain and technically uneasy upper kashmir

not certainly b, because she would have then said that kashmir needs to be the part of pakistan

not certainly c, because she would have then thought about a poor kashmiri farmer who just wants to sell his apples and be at peace and she would have asked for peace [which had nearly returned to the valley - one of my uncles and one of my closest friends holidayed there in the last year and felt good] and better standard of living for themselves to make money either from apples or tourism.

so what is she trying to be? a bitch? but then she can't be even that because they are a loyal species.

the explosion

2008-08-19T11:00:00.001+05:30

rimi, baby! the words escaped jay's throat. she was from history honors. the most magnificent body he had ever seen. today he couldn't stop himself the moment she placed her lips of his. while rhythmic thrusts he remembered he didn't have any protection on. he exploded, oh shit! what a relief... his dream was broken.

~~

i try never to explain my 55s. but i guess this one might warrant the need. the climax in this one was the portrayal of a literal one :D "shit" - also because jay messed his pajamas and "relief" because he didn't risk becoming a teenage dad now :D

the fine print

2008-08-18T05:05:00.000+05:30

it's been six years since she left him the letter that just said - "see ya". her images were flashing across his mind. they were as vivid as incomprehensible. he was trembling when he read it second time today and realised it said "at midnight outside my back door" in fine print on the other side.

~~~

after some unhappy 55s, one that makes me happy

the change of preferences or hypocrisy?

2008-08-17T23:00:00.001+05:30

i was missing something and started feeling nostalgic. i don't know how i came to this disjointed thought process but then i started thinking if we boys are not honest about what we like; if there really is a difference between what we like at some point of time and if our preferences change when it is a question of life.

for example, malik, a closest colleague of mine is a friend as well. he got married around six months ago. he liked petite females and was always jeering of my preferences that bordered on affinity for plumpness. but he ended up marrying a girl who is exactly opposite to the figure he liked. i am sure her personal qualities must have been much higher when he asked her to be his life partner. but my question is, does that mean that we guys are frivolous about our physical preferences. is my growing affinity for petite females a witness to this?

the old road traffic story

2008-08-10T10:00:00.002+05:30

fucker, dimag se andha, chutiye ka pattha, landur, pagal ka bacha, ullu ka patha, gaandu [along with the gender change of the 2nd expletive for the bespectacled female] were some compliments for those driving towards him in high beam, that took off ramesh's mouth while he was driving in the well lit single lane road.

~~~

this can be termed as an old story. but i find it unique 55 nonetheless. although it is a pity that this road traffic tragedy has grown so mundane that it is formed as a story.

an unwelcome relief

2008-08-03T09:00:00.001+05:30

although the settings were regular, almost mundane, but today since he got up, the morning had been a little vexing. he started to office with an uneasiness that was not really gut curling but was disturbing nonetheless. sunny was just thinking of running away from office when a fart relieved him of the bad stomach.

~~~

excuse me, if you find this and some of my 55 offensive.

the winner's incentive

2008-07-30T13:45:00.001+05:30

he had his pants way down till his ankles. the aces itself didn't give him as much pleasure as the anticipation of the blow-job that he was promised after winning the tennis final by the hot school prefect. it's sad when your dreams are shattered by laughing crowd, the winking prefect alongwith, outside the car.

===

real life is a good inspiration for 55's

why do kids do?

2008-07-23T10:00:00.000+05:30

i wonder why do kids get into stupid thing called love and hassles that come attached with it. especially when they have parents who do not support their decision. i don't say that i have not let myself slid into these issues, but probably i didn't have the heart to fight the world.

but somehow i am not able to win this debate in my heart. no one dies tomorrow for those who say live for today. but condition on any tomorrow is open to anyone's speculation.

the dark knight - bright opening

2008-07-21T11:45:00.001+05:30

the indelible ink of the script of the dark knight leaves a mark on your mind for two reasons and acting of christian bale, morgan freeman or michael caine not being one of them, it is the sheer excellence of a stunt in which the long trailer swings in air like the needle on the tachometer traveling from 0 to 8000 rpm mark of a ferrari and second one being the awesome, scary depiction of joker by the late heath ledger.

went with ankur and diya today and the first half of the movie was worth the mental pain that you bear while paying 120 bucks for the second from front row seat and physical pain that you bear while watching the full 70 mm size.

if the movie wouldn't have had the batman in it, the joker surely would have won hands down. amazing presence, depth defying ingenuity and makes a great impact. you just can't help miss the guy who is all gone now.

a little lengthier at around 150 minutes, i would probably not watch the last 45 again but the first 100 minutes certainly keep you glued to your seat. and i would recommend watching the entire thing for the quality of the first major chunk.

workplace etiquettes

2008-07-18T23:30:00.000+05:30

let alone greet him, people shy away even at the thought of ramesh touching them. they also avoided having lunch with him. people almost shudder at his sight. jeetu had almost started thinking about people at his new workplace as callous when he was told that ramesh do not wash his hands even after potty.

====

a real life inspired 55...
horrifying, isn't it?

the thunderbolt

2008-07-14T22:45:00.001+05:30

it happens that when there is something to happen which is going to affect you, you are prepared by the subconscious for it. this early morning the sound of falling rain has brought me from slumber to trance when i heard a huge rumble in the clouds. i like the sound of the thunder. so much so that when nature is especially angry, i go sit in the balcony to savour that beautiful sound of the trembling rage. but today i was sleeping. and suddenly the thunder continued for couple of seconds more and bolted upon something with such a wondrous thud that it shattered my sleep in the same instant. it made me uncomfortable, for the first time. mom was awake. she said, "kahin giri hai". i was surprised to find myself not at ease. i imagined the spot where it would have fallen, probably not very far away from home.

later while at breakfast mom told me a story of her childhood when it used to rain with much greater fervour. she told me how once the lightning reached for dung cakes inside their storeroom in their town home. how it came inside through the door, reached for those dung-cakes, struck them and escaped puncturing the roof, traveling almost in an inverted arc. the lightning was trying to reach something and attempted multiple times before finally striking. they later found out that it was a big black snake. incredible story that gives you goosebumps if you try to believe it.

what's new?

2008-07-12T23:30:00.002+05:30

for the same old reasons which very less number of people know of and even lesser can guess about, i am not feeling like blogging anymore. i have had these thoughts, breaks earlier and i have sometime fought with them and sometimes even succumbed to them.

i have solution to this problem as well. i have implemented it earlier but the bigger problem is that it is all a little fluid.

well, the thing to be excited about and also write about is that i have bought a new mobile phone - after almost 5 years :D to relief of some of my closest ones, more than my own. the reactions from some of them went as follows:-

1. acha, konsa wala?
2. shukr hai!!!
3. ehsan kiya tune mujpar [not at all sarcastic]

it is nokia e51 [copper], and the best feature of it is wi fi access. and it complies to my most important requirements:-

1. fast
2. sleek

i have already blog-hopped on it, just have to blog once from it :D

dezire has a big ass

2008-07-03T22:15:00.000+05:30

it is very funny to watch yourself feverishly fidget when you are unable to get something that is an object of your desire. but as much as it is irritating, it is pleasurable to see yourself being able to keep yourself at the tantalizing distance on the edge of yearn.

my beloved

2008-06-30T09:00:00.001+05:30

she has the beauty that only age can lend. i have known her for as many years as i have known myself. i have seen her draped in most amazing colours and seen her in nude. i have touched her skin and i have fought with strangers for her. i have loved her - my delhi.

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this [55] was on demand by geetu. and it being my favorite topic, i was keen to be not as lousy as i have been [as stated earlier] the last two times. and thanks to geetu [now a sweetheart] for bringing the best out of me.

this sounds like somehow inspired by khushwant singh's 'delhi' to me. it might be not true but i believe so because the passion that is visible in that book is what i would want to be inside me [for the city].

the commotion

2008-06-28T22:45:00.000+05:30

the commotion was not visible to the eye but was apparent to the mind. wails of the babies was being punctuated by shrieks of some women. air was stuffy by the increasing warmth and patience of the men was running low after power backup failure in the overtly expensive premium lounge of the cinema hall.

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i ain't really satisfied with the quality of this [55] story as well as the last one [the white beard - i guess even the title of the last one was inapt]. i guess i have become over-confident after geetu's compliment.

another down the train

2008-06-27T08:00:00.000+05:30

another friend on mine seems to be going the marriage way. the path is a double flavored one - arranged cum love. and both their treading have been the same. sometimes you meet people for whom you are dumb, sometimes you meet dumb people and sometimes none are able to admit that the other is dumb. when this happens at a relatively senior unmarried age in indian context - it gets harmful. you getting kicked in the arse and still run back, pant at the slightest purr. and finally, the feline willing, decide to say the vows. nothing wrong, i say, if you get the honest fondle.

suggestions derived from a study

2008-06-26T06:15:00.000+05:30

a news link on rediff caught my eye. it reported that a study has determined that the girls think about shopping as much times as guys do sex in a day which is an average of every 52 seconds [if the guys get that much time, that it, i presume. there are other similar exceptions {like when driving along with other girl drivers on the road - they surely won't be thinking of laying them but wishing they are invisible} to these findings but that could be the subject of another post]

so you please read up the rediff article and then read some suggestions that might be of some social help in that case:-

- government should subsidies the real estate rates for those opening specific-for-women malls. that ways they would be keeping girls away from the guys and hence contribute in decreased population growth rate.

- condom companies should open large stores, like those pen stores in malls these days that sell pens in all shapes, sizes, colours and textures. and these condom companies should give away incentives in the form of shoes and bags to the girls for doing excessive shopping. that ways they will do some social service by bringing girls near guys as well as improve revenues.

- no wonder villages and small towns have much better fertilisation rate. government should encourage malls in villages instead of spending millions on educational programs.

- companies publishing adult magazines for men should buy stakes in women fashion accessories companies and fund them so that men would find solace in their volumes when they won't find their girls at home

- instead of running 20 miles a day to shed their flab, guys should work for shoe stores. probability of a girl shrieking out of wonder on how beautiful the shoe looks on her feet and getting impressed by your shoe selection skills and hugging you would be much more than her hugging you after getting impressed by your hard earned results after you worked your ass off on that regime

i can't

2008-06-24T14:00:00.000+05:30

to the white beard - i won't talk to her. i can't touch her, i can't take her in my arms, or on the pretence of dancing, hug her. i can't kiss her or sing her any lullabies either.

and then the white beard said to me - you can't do much kid, if you are dead

the need for television

2008-06-20T09:30:00.000+05:30

if it wouldn't have been for great animation movies that hollywood produces and the sports channels, i am sure, i would have grown tv illiterate. and i didn't know animation movies look as charming in greyscale as they do in the riot of colour that they are.

although i am sure that there must be as great animation movies being made in other parts of the world - looking at the quality of non-english adult cartoons available - disney and pixar seem to have taken animation to a different level.

i was browsing the channels before picking up my daily dose of sudoku [these days i am growing affinity for kakuro as well], when "happy feet" [amazing soundtrack and a very entertaining movie] glued me to an hbo reception which has been in b&w for past some days. i am slowly coming to the conclusion that because of the costs included in making an animation movie, presentlyonly big production houses are able to attempt them which somewhat ensures their quality [even at the cost of a little remotely predictable storyline].

an effort i gave myself couple of brownie points for

2008-06-17T11:45:00.000+05:30

~~

their roundness and firmity was bringing water to his mouth. he has waited for them too long. with eyes incredulously wide and mouth a little open he patted one with almost an awe in his breath. he brought his mouth to one and sucked upon the heavenly juices that oozed out that spongy bengali rosogulla

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this [55] one was written in a single effort without any editing at all. although a little surprising but the result pleased me nonetheless.

the sports

2008-06-15T23:30:00.003+05:30

an important update - we have some drawings, which won the awards at the drawing competition that we organised at sankalp for the underprivileged children, up for sale. if you want to contribute, you might like buying one of these sweet drawings. please click here for a detailed post and camera pictures of these drawings.

written couple of evenings back...

someone rightly said that sports brings out the character in you.

and that be you in the game or outside the field.

romania and italy's tie that just concluded, i saw just the 2nd half of the game. it was a fabulous game with great passes, incredible shots at goal that went unconverted. but the best part of the game was about mutu. the player with jersey number 10. probably the most popular footballer from their country and the most talented one too. the one who produced gems in the match. the one who gave the team the lead [although a short lived one]. the one who played the earlier tie even when his grandmother passed away just 4 days back because he wanted to give his team, his country the benefit of his talent. the one who took the penalty in this match, a great chance to take lead again, and missed it. he was distraught, almost in tears, like he has lost someone as precious as grandma again.

you see it all in just one match. a great talent blossoming and humbled by the game.

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i asked naveen, who is married and has the television inside his bedroom [he is also a sports buff], how does he manage to watch both the matches of euro 2008 nearly everyday [2nd of which starts at half past midnight]. that too after watching the 1st one which gets over only by quarter past 11 when his wife [who is like all girls who might like sports but can't stand back to back midnight games] doesn't seem to appreciate it. he with glint in his eyes and mischief all over his face replies, the foreplay goes a tad longer these days ;-)

the 10 super secrets

2008-06-12T22:00:00.001+05:30

last evening when i got a comment from churning that she's tagged me, i excitedly hopped to her blog to confirm if she mistakenly said that because i remembered that she has not. then i thought maybe she is reiterating chakoli's statement. but today morning i realised that she was actually prophesying. now that i know i have my back against the wall, i got to find a way out ;) something similar to when you mug up an essay on a cow and get my best friend as a topic in the exam. if you still can't find the connection, go stare at some big boobed blonde - you might realize a reflection there :D

so in honour of the ex-delhi hottie who people call churning [the burning] something :D, here goes...

1. i like females with big boobs
2. i don't like anorexic females
3. i don't like females who have layers of flab
4. i don't mind certain plumpness if the chest size do not exceed the waist size by two-thirds
5. i like odour but not when females start drinking perfumes; smell of the skin is most of the time better than when treated with benzene
6. little tattoos seem intense on female skin
7. knee length skirts make females look hotter, alas the culture here is repressed
8. those who know how to balance aggressive and subtle faces of their sexuality at one time need to be revered
9. vanity, if at all, should be backed by scorching body
10. last but not the least, i somehow go blind when i find a female who can kick my wits ass

it somehow took much longer than i initially expected. i hope i didn't flunk it. :D

the baton is now broken into 3 pieces and each given to samy, omy, jonny

getting your skin to help solve maths

2008-06-10T23:30:00.000+05:30

i was wondering about the hypothesis that you can solve mathematical problems most efficiently when you are in buff and feeling good about yourself. humans, when they imagine about a situation or a philosophical instance, they make themselves the center of that hypothetical universe and imagine stuff around themselves. similarly, there is a time of the day when they feel good about themselves. and it is more often than not in front of their reflection. probably because mirrors provide the concentrated view of the universe. so when you are looking at mirror and feeling good [it could be after potty while brushing teeth :D, or while getting ready for office, or before going for a bath, or before preparing for sleep], the pressure in the nerve cells of the brain ease, the blood circulation gets better and the ability to solve analytical problems increases.

so when do you feel are most efficient at solving maths problems? :D

a trip to a school

2008-06-09T11:45:00.002+05:30

weekend started with buying of a desktop pc for niece, which for me actually facilitated the trip on saturday morning to moradabad, 160 kilometers from noida. started with sitting at the back of prashant's car. the last when i went on a trip in his car was the hrishikesh trip last year. it wasn't the same month but there were similar flashes still. was with anjie in the back seat inside the car and there was fog outside. this saturday morning, it was overcast and it rained a lot too. for a hundred kilometers, i guess, we saw a good amount of water pouring on us without us getting wet. took a pit stop at now virtually closed reliance motel. i am sure, they would have improved the benchmarks for low cost pit stops looking at the kind of accessories that were installed in the facility.

the trip was about a visit to the school run by 'sankalp', ngo based in gurgaon. they have this school where they enroll kids who work in now dwindling but very health-degrading brass industry. they also solicit sponsorships for those kids who can not/ are not willing to pay. we organised a painting competition, gave away little prizes and a movie for those kids. the kids had good fun while watching the movie. we had good fun watching the kids. i didn't like the fact that we had lunch and snacks on school's cost. we were back home by around eleven in the evening. though i wished we further cover another 160 kilometers on that the trip, nonetheless, it was fun.

please visit here for a cheerful version :)

a critique

2008-06-05T17:00:00.001+05:30

not that i have any problem with upper crust [in terms of money] of the society producing people good at art. it is just that when some study such as "the waffle of the toffs" by n. prabha comes before me, my faith is reinstated.

it is a critique where the author is trying to drive away a point that most of the gifted authors are from poor backgrounds and spend their lives in poverty and neglect. while those who receive all the medals receive them for the contacts they or their families have in the conferring institutions. she has picked indian writing in english as a subject. the funniest part is that the study itself is publish by some non-descript publisher. i got it as a gift.

in one of the comparisons, it shows how premchand with much more social relevance was nearly convicted for writing stories as compared to tagore who was decorated by the british empire for his socially useless, even anti-independence literature. and it is not just about the social relevance, she has compared the quality of literature as well. an eye-opener for sure.

do read it if you can lay your hands on it.

some people just aren't made for it

2008-06-04T19:45:00.001+05:30

there is nothing interesting about, soha ali khan's presumably glamourous, sexy maxim shoot.

there is nothing remotely complimentary sexuality about it. and it has nothing to do with my prejudiced opinion against her.

technically better 55

2008-05-29T13:00:00.000+05:30

the stench

pinky couldn't escape the stench of rotting tissue. she went to stay with her boyfriend over the weekend. parul, her roommate had self condescending tendencies but never suicidal. her heart skipped a beat, probably two. going around the house she couldn't find parul or her body. dead rat inside water coolers isn't easy to locate.

the imperfect story

2008-05-28T12:30:00.002+05:30

not that i was ever very good at this 55 thing, but i didn't hate my attempts then as much as i do now. anyways another such attempt below:-

the floating

the water still felt warmer and ravi was happy. probably it was how the white sand reflected the sunlight. plus of course the bikinis. the current was good and he had grown used to the temperature which stung initially. water was waist high and some good waves were going above his head. suddenly as another wave surged in front of him something hit his nape and he found himself gasping for breadth under-water.

thankfully ravi isn't going to die yet, especially while falling asleep in his jacuzzi

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just completed a technically better 55. feeling better :D will post it later :D

a story in one of the most bizarre forests

2008-05-26T11:30:00.000+05:30

though i am not well-read but i can imagine that it would again be my real short-sightedness if i were to declare that i should shed all my inhibitions regarding the indian writings in english. but after completing my first reading by amitav ghosh which is also his latest one, i am able to bring myself to the realisation that every work of art should be judged, if at all, on its merit and not on its reputation or worse still pre-conceived notions.

the hungry tide, i should say is a treat to read. not just because of the quality of english that it brings forward but because of the way ghosh intertwines human minds and their workings while attuned to their surroundings. i picked up this book because i was expecting a travelogue but liked it more because it touched two topics closest to my heart - wild animals [tigers and dolphins at that] and relationships between two human beings.

i have been looking for words but i have being fumbling. i won't write anything about the plot, or the love that amitav have such surreally weaved in the fabric of the story because first, i can't do justice to its grandeur and two, i have so many questions that could disturb me.

although somewhere in the mid of the first quarter of the book, i remember, turning to the last page to look at its number [which in hinder sight reflects my disinterest], it came as a mild surprise to me when i completed it in just couple of days.

learning the language

2008-05-23T09:45:00.000+05:30

[written on the evening of the day before...]

yerterday i bought the hungry tide by amitav ghosh, the climb by anatoly bourkiev and the wonder that was india by al basham. i wanted to buy the world without us by alan weisman, the age of consent by george monbiot and the cartoon history of the universe [can't recall the authour, sorry] volume 8-13 [i already have the amazing volume 1-7 :D].

although i asked prashant, impromptu, if he knew the seasons or months in hindi calender and reprimanded him of his ignorance, i actually was rebuking myself about it. asked momma to help me learn the hindi seasons first thing this morning. and here is my progress [please consider the dialect]:-

chait
baisakh
jaith [mixedup the serial]
ashaad [mixedup the serial]
sawan [mixedup the serial]
bhaadon [mixedup the serial]
kwar
kartik
aghan
poos
mah [asked mom]
faghun [asked mom]

i guess our hindi calender starts from our hindi new year which is near about march of the english one.

started the hungry tide, and when one of the protagonists mentioned that he knew 6 languages, i considered my knowledge of the two i should claim to have fair knowledge of. the one that is my mother tounge is also the one that should bring me to shame the most. i can't claim to read a page of fine text without not comprehending half of the words. actually i believe i can't write half a page of good hindi which would have more range of words than those that we use for functional understanding.

and english which should be one of the fastest evolving language in the world at this moment, i wonder if i know even 10 percent of the words from the complete lexicon.

concoction of problems and issues stated, now the resolution - i should be buying and reading hindi literature [with sound technical language] too. let me see if i would need to buy hindi-engish or technical hindi-simplified hindi dictionary next :O

we are all going to

2008-05-20T22:00:00.001+05:30

we are all going to die. no matter how pessimistic it sounds - it incessantly comes to the fore. although i have been repeating this phrase to prashant less often than i was doing in the other set of days. but listening to the rain, the sounds that he-cloud and she-cloud are making while having wild sex in this season which is not really meant for their mating ritual, i wonder how rapidly is it all changing [coming to an end]. i still remember, not as far back when i was in grade 8, we used to have virtually frozen fingers while starting to write our mid-terms. they used to be in november. and these days [those absolutely chilling and lovely] winters come for just 2 weeks, probably 3 if we are lucky - that too as late as january? in matter of a decade we have seen a near seasonal collapse. seasons which were taken for granted a decade back sound textbook ideals now. more and more natural calamities [south east asia couple of years back; united states, france last year; myanmar, china this] are happening with disturbing frequency.

anyways, problem stated, now let us state the solution - switch off those lights, walk more than you drive, abhor wood furniture, have sex on floor

and i shall be optimistic and instead think about having more unseasonal and impromptu sex like these guys above ;)

for those uninitiated, sex on floor means less detergents seeping and mixing into underground water :D

enjoy :D

the first match of IPL

2008-05-20T15:30:00.000+05:30

yesterday's t20 match was the first which i saw from start till end in the ongoing IPL series. it was the 43rd match of the series. And of course one of the teams was delhi though i ain't sure if all the indian players were delhites or play for the delhi ranji team. anyways, i was backing the delhi team. for first time in my life i thoroughly enjoyed mcgrath's over - amazing talent the guy has got. i was bored watching delhi crawl to victory after bombastic innings of gambhir and sehwag. and it is sad that the utterly talented cheerleaders weren't given a lot of chance to show off [their talents].

a lazy sometimes wriggling linguist

2008-05-19T11:00:00.000+05:30

i guess i have got a worm somewhere deep who is a lazy linguist. linguist as in it starts wriggling on the top of its ass as soon as it sees a new language which interests him and lazy as in it goes dead as soon as the technicality associated with any new script/language poses a challenge.

it started long back when i went for two classes in one of my summer vacation to an aunt to learn telugu. she till this day laugh at me over that. then came a seemingly serious effort when i spent considerable [and valuable] time learning german. after around five years of that effort, the most i can do is i can recognise german from other languages written in the same script.

and some pictures on flickr are amazing

the good morning

2008-05-16T09:30:00.001+05:30

it is amazing how kids can fix your mood, and make sure you feel good for sometime after talking to them. the new tenants has a little kid and folks are enjoying it too. her antics keep them entertained. this morning the little one met me on the main door:-

me: good morning mere bache
little one: goooood mning

me: kaise ho aap?
little one: acha huuun

me: aaj aap school nahi gaye?
little one: aaj chutti hai. bahut saari chutti hain

in the meanwhile the dairyman came and the kid screamed out loud... "papa dood waade uncle aa gade hain" :D. i couldn't help laughing a little and waved the kid goodbye.

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was trying to find out some good wallpapers of salma hayek. second best thing in the world after carey. probably better. i don't put wallpapers on, it delays the loading of desktop. although the number of files on my desktop make sure that i don't feel the pinch of not having the wallpaper ;)
anyways coming back to sexilicious salma - couldn't find anything that did justice to her absolutely stunning curves.

negative is in the air, on the ground and under it too

2008-05-15T10:00:00.002+05:30

stars don't seem right for asia [not a very positive statement to begin with when everything is already negative]. the storm, the earthquake, the bombs and then wait for another storm, after-tremors and impending fear of next target.

although for some personal reasons, but the year currently doesn't have a great feel to it.

i didn't buy the second of chetan bhagat's because i thought that it would be a product of the knee-jerk reaction to success. and it was, and not very successful or appreciated either. at least not as much as the debut attempt. i bought the third one for a couple of reasons, first it was cheap [i think most of the fiction should be priced this or even less - but even fiction is not popular with masses here]. teachers should build the culture of reading here. second, i thought it might be a matured attempt. the latest by bhagat is very similar to the first one in flavour. i am through with the two thirds of it and it feels like reading an interesting long blog post by someone. wouldn't have recommended it if it would have been more than the current price of 95.

the post tagged boredom

2008-05-13T14:45:00.001+05:30

the office is not fun these days. again and again nature rings the bell in my head. i wonder when would i finally chuck it all? but maybe it is just boredom. i am not enjoying reading or writing [translates as blogging]. i don't feel like watching porn. i won't say i feel averse to talk but i don't have much to talk about either. i don't feel like complimenting people.

complimenting brings beauty to my mind. probably i am missing beauty. i probably need to be in the himalayas. within some breathtaking views. probably around less crowd. or as an instant pill, i need to go sit at some swanky mall and check out the females there but the idea do not excite me at all. i just hope i am not into for some major disillusionment.