I shouldnt do this.
04.15.09 (7:08 pm) [edit]I had a conversation with Mansi regarding a similar issue yesterday. She thinks she is a hypocrite for not helping the lone crying kid she saw on the street. I dont think this feeling is the right way to go about it. Neither is, what I did today. I shouldnt do this. I was stuck in the moment, I trusted the lady with a troubled voice and troubled son, as she said. I gave her my card and a hundred rupee note which she wanted to spend on bringing her son from hospital. I did feel sorry for her voice without even knowing if its genuine. I want to forget about this and not repeat it anytime further. Now, I dont even know if I want her or her son to call me back. Again, I shouldnt do this.
Time I delete the Hyphen
02.21.09 (4:55 pm) [edit]Just to add some Hi-Fun...Oops, sorry I have to delete the Hyphen, HiFun.
I dwell, I brood, I crawl
02.20.09 (11:36 am) [edit]I am like a google bot. I keep crawling around for stuff which to most seem irrelevant and useless. I try to search the way the person I have in mind would search.
I keep track of a lot of people through google. Their activites, their blogs, their updates and even personal life. And I dont bookmark them anywhere, google hai toh phir kya darr hai.
I love symbolism
02.17.09 (4:50 pm) [edit]Everything should represent something. It can also be called representationalism.
Its like cryptography, the symbolism is derived from the creators thoughts but the fun is in finding out what his thoughts and symbols represent.
One day, when I have enough money I'll make such cryptic and symbolic movies.
Time, I take up, give up or give in
02.17.09 (4:43 pm) [edit]War of thoughts rages again.
But this time, I aint confused, I am convinced. I dont know whats in store for me, but if I dont explore I will never find out what will follow things that I always want and wanted to do.
Every efforts in my recent times has been keep the same in mind and now seems like the time I give up on those things for that AIM I have.
I have loved the journey and I am confident, I will equally love the end result whether it will be as expected or not.
Bang!
01.30.09 (4:35 pm) [edit]It was 7:40 in the morning when the trains screech braked to stop at the Bangalore city station here. I had gotten up probably an hour before that and had wrapped my early morning duties in the washroom on train itself. Called up sister who was waiting for me to come home and leave for the Ranganna’s Gruha Pravesh ceremony.
I came directly home and told sister, I’ll show how every morning I get up at 8:30Am and still manage to be in office at sharp 9. T’was 9:15 when left home on the bike and to follow was a 16KM bumpy ride in worse of traffic of Bangalore. I had been to Ranganna’s place once before, when it was under construction and so had only a vague idea of the route leading there. Most of it was covered without much hitch as I kept getting clues at every few kilometers confirming that I was on the right tract and direction. Though in the last few meters we missed a cross and so had gone a little ahead of the turn, but soon I discovered that the place is looking too unfamiliar to have visited even once before so immediately turned back and hit the right road.
The whole ceremony was a happy occasion for everyone a whole bunch of relatives some whom I knew very well, some whom I dint at all and many others who I seemed to recognize, have talked to before etc but just couldn’t remind myself who they were. Lots of hellos and how are you?’s were exchanged and while many were happy to know that I have finished my engineering studies and am working as a Business Development Manager there were some who looked surprised and intrigued by the same as well. Good tummy tight lunch followed by sit-chit-shat session the whole thing was wrapped up. While coming back I had to act a Chauffer to the priest who overlooked the ceremony and drop him off on my way home. This priest also happens to be a teacher to more than 2 generations in our family. He has tutored almost a dozen of them including my father for many years of primary and high schools which makes them still entitles them to be addresses as’Sir’ by all of them. It indeed is a funny sight to see your peers including parents calling someone by that title and even being weirdly scared of him as well. Though people have different opinions of them he seemed to be a knowledgeable man for the pre-independence generation which he hails from. I dint digg more deeper into it.
Came back with eyes full to brink with sleep but somehow pulled myself awake till 12 in the night. A visit to grand parents a sutta with cousin and a light dinner I was done for the day. Logged onto internet and checked mails just to peak my sleepiness before I was off officially.
/,/br>I am doing good
01.24.09 (9:20 am) [edit]Havent posted here for looooong for no reason. But I have been using this blog lately. I randomly surf through all my previous posts and am trying remember what mood I was in when I posted them. Some of the lines from here are also making their way into my g-status. I like them. But there typos in almost all of my posts. I dont know if I want to take pain to correct them also.
Randomness tonic
09.30.08 (8:05 pm) [edit]I am ugly best thing and also I am ugla best thing. I segregate and randomise together while you cant. She comes one me, and thinks I do.
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Mystery
09.26.08 (6:57 pm) [edit]My previous post is a trick.
You can read it only if you select the text.
I can see only 4 now...
09.26.08 (6:09 pm) [edit]That way twitter is good.
Thats why one of it went like 'Quitter, twitter, VA, LR, long hair'
Others are
'ek tha jungle india ka, usme ek aisa tha monkey, sabhi pedhon pe woh kudta tha, uske jaisa koi nahi tha' *Copyright Frooti
Numbers are there to quantify things but if you start quantifying numbers you'll lose an estimate of big and small, JLM.
Alfredo : Cyrus :: Apu : Apurv
Ab Buzzzzzzzzzz!
09.22.08 (8:19 pm) [edit]All you Divyas and Anjalis and Sweetys who complain of men rubbing *beep* against you in a crowded place should never board a Hyderabadi city bus or a Buzzzzzzzzz.........
Why?
Because,
- It is first of all a buzz not a bus from the sound that it makes.
- At any point of time on board there are more number of people on the three stepped footboard than all the people collectively seated and those comfortably standing well inside the walls of bus.
- The 3 divisions of any living body, head, thorax and limbs function very independently of each other here swaying to the buzz of the bus.
- Even if its a cramped up two seater with a torn cushion and already managing to accommodate two homo sapiens(one being you) one more of the same species beside you will make a Cryface and ask you to contract your huge arse and make half a bum space for him/her. Worst is when he uses the word 'plij' also and then says 'thanku' when you oblige.
- The two important processes of travelling by this buzz, are boarding and alighting. And in both the processes, if people are not erect (Foot in mouth) and alert the system will break down. And only if you as well as rest are so, that you can successfully complete both the processes. Then you shouldnt complain of people not pushing you in when you wanted two board and not pushing you out when you wanted to alight. But the part they use to push you has to be left to their own discretion without much cribbing to me or anybody else.
- Even though women are supposed are given full occupancy and freedom of the frontal part of the buzz, the fellow estrogen producing bodies are equally susceptible to human tendencies of rubbing, itching and pushing, which sometimes is for their own selves while at times it can be you too. I dont mind it being me but I hope you do.
- If you think even bus conductors do it, I cant agree fully, atleast not with our buzz conductors here. Without caring about their sexual tendencies they have to make their way through thighs and arses and tummies and bags and swaying hands etc.
I tell you, the best part is when you are seated in so called buzz seats and someone requests you to hold his bag/belonging. This description of first hand experienced instance will tell you better.
I for change one day had gotten a vacant seat on which I had managed to lay my tired arse. It was hardly a few minutes later that a well dressed man with a moustached and with a laptop in its carry case came and stood beside me. And I guess it was hardly few a seconds later that, he pushed Laptop on to my lap. I looked at him he had a tired but yet so bright smile on his face which for once suggested me hes actually gifting the laptop to me and that smile for to show that he is expecting a 'thank you' back. Neither of it happened, I clung onto the laptop till some 3 bus stops then came his, he snatched it away, again gave the same smile which looked wicked this time and went away.
I do it
09.22.08 (8:05 pm) [edit]I am heart from head to toe.
God is definitely not a homo sapien
Coca-Cola was green when it was made for first time.
I wont tell people about this for a while more.
I am genuine and frank while most are not, I dont know why they are not though.
I want to draw something today, let see.
Randomness at its zenith
09.01.08 (4:34 pm) [edit]I seem to be slowing down, need some randomness tonic.
Let the blood become blue, let the axel cut the lock, let me stay numb.
I left 3 sore, knocked down 4 and swept 5 off the floor.
Shes opening, but do I want it.
Bhav-khav can be anybody, but I'm me.
I'm the king who doesnt have a harem, I'm ashamed.
I say bye bye, you fuck off.
Its not arts and humanities
Is David The-one also a friggin bureaucrat types?!?
08.09.08 (2:07 pm) [edit]sarakaaye liyo khatiya jaada lage
jaade mein balama pyaara lage
sarakaaye liyo takiya jaada lage
jaade mein balama ...
garami mein maathe se tapake paseena
bhaaye na baarish ka tip tip maheena
sui chubhe ya shola sa bhadake
maane na bairi jiyara mora dhadake
thukaraaye nahi batiya jaada lage
sarakaaye liyo khatiya ...
padane lagi hai kadaake ki sardi
kitana sataaye hai mausam bedardi
aise mein kaise sahen ham judaai
baahon mein leke odha do rajaai
tarasaaye baithi ratiya jaada lage
sarakaaye liyo takiya ...
Work doesnt happen when alone
08.04.08 (3:39 pm) [edit]me: oieeee.....!!!
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Almost a duplicate, but I'm thrilled
08.02.08 (12:40 pm) [edit]This post is very similar to the one I posted on the movie Parzania and its director Rahul Dholakia. But when it comes to movies I get excited recognising myself with not the characters but with the idea behind framing and forming those characters. Every move of those characters affims me that the director would have thought the same things which I do when I watch the movie.
This time it was the character of Apurv in Dil Dostic Etc. Watch the movie hazaar times if you want and get back to me if you feel director Manoj Tiwari wanted to a create present day version of Satyajit Ray's Apu.
I know not everyone, indeed hardly anyone might be able to connect to the idea the same way, but stilll.......
This one thing
07.31.08 (6:22 pm) [edit]Not just a mere thought, not just an experience, not just a sudden realisation, this thought has taken seat in my mind out of numerous keen observations, their keen analysis and enough justifications.
One of the traits of a SENSIBLE person is that he/she before saying something to somebody, will definitely like to think, if that person has already though of it or not. And if he has would he have the same view on things as me or not.
And only if, the SENSIBLE peson thinks that the other person hasnt thought about what hes going to tell him or even if he has thought he hasnt come to the same conclusion, only then will he go ahead and say the things required.
Otherwise its called advice not called for.
Miiiind it!!!!
Sense
07.25.08 (7:11 pm) [edit]Its such a beautiful word. I particularly like it for three other words derived therefrom
- Sensible
- Sensous
- Sensitive
Such an awesome combination to have in each person. Thr right mix of it is as well equally important. I am always lookout for one, with that right mix that I mentioned.
Do you have it in you?
Reintroducing
06.13.08 (4:12 pm) [edit]The bestest thing in the world has to be this thing called 'NOTHING'.
Try sitting idle for sometime, idle not just 'not doing anything' but also not thinking of doing anything, then will you discover the pleasure.
The only thoughts that cross your mins then will be
- Why not relaunch the good-ol blog
- The bestest thing google has ever done id by introducing the option stay invisible and yet logged in on its in-mail chat window.
- Realise that all the sites which advertisee for 'work from home' are nothing but money making machineries so you dont get anything if dont beforehand.
- Open your college website and check out GPA of each and everyone you know.
- Thin that sleeping is such a useless thing to do when you internet connection in offing.
The worst one by any measure
05.01.08 (12:46 am) [edit]I was to get up at sharp 10:40Pm to the alarm. It rang, I woke up switched it off. I had asked my friend to give me call until I cut it, to make sure I've gotten up. It happened. 10:50 one more friend came knocjed, I opened the door drowsily conversation went like this
He : Get up bloody, get up...
Me : ha.. Whats the time?
He : You dint even have dinner? The time is already 10:50.
Me : No, I dint.
{I actually remember believing for a minute that I dint have my dinner before sleeping, while I really had had it. I had to collect myself with all the strength to get back to thinking mode, think for a few seconds and then}
Me : No, no, no. I had my dinner.
{He laughs at me, looks around for a while switches off the light which I had switched only after he knocked, pulls the door along and goes off. I again latched the door from inside and slept of}
After that whatever has happened is I think seriously CRAZY. If just before sleeping anybody would have asked me to narrate a dream which I've seen anytime, I couldn't have been able but but the DREAM I had today is going to remembered by me for a long long time. By any measure its the WORST ever I've had.
I wont tell ANYONE what actually happened in the dream. But the last words spoken by me in there were
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!
I'm still saying it.
FUCK, FUCK, FUCK!!!
Its not the time to do this
03.17.08 (12:07 am) [edit]Still let me.
I noticed that all my posts recently have been full of random and useless fundas and parts of thisas well equally qualify as the same.
Its that time of semester again when I need to be with books no matter how bored I get of them. But net hinders all my fake ambitions of getting a high gpa. I do it every internals and so let the last one be no different. I have got Safety Waste Management and Autocad to study for tomorrow. First SWM we have learnt in managing the teacher who teaches it, its almost synonymous. And god should help me with the latter as I know the 'fundastic' teacher wont here.
With all this piled up on head, I get enough time to while away almost 2-3 hrs on net, do random google searches, listen to last fm, read random blogs, and also post 3 here on a single day. God save me.
I also lost almost an hour today thinking all those totally unconnected things which are associated with engineering and engineers.
- Internet, google, design, blogs, online music and not forgetting chat.
- All sorts of western music, acid rock, punk rock, psychedelic rock, classic rock, hard rock, soft rock, also rap, hip-hop, blues and what not. Though fusion might figure in the list Indian classical music hardly does.
- Cigarettes, Booze, Dope, God save engineers(us).
- Search for all out of the way professions like radio jockey, social networking sites, movie making etc