Creative Impotence

2009-11-06T11:20:00.003+05:30

Even though i don't disrespect women, i'll make an exception in your case. YOU ARE ONE ARROGANT FUCKING BITCH!!

Dad

2009-10-06T09:22:00.003+05:30

Dad turned 60 last week and he retired on September 30, 2009. He spent 38 years with the same organization. Phew!! And i can't seem to spend more than 2 yrs in one place.

Even though he is a qualified engineer, he took a clerical job with a nationalised bank because it paid him better than an engineering job in a private firm. And at that time money mattered more than the nature of the job. In spite of his engineering background he knows more about banking than people with a commerce background. No surprise he retired as a Senior Executive. He knows more about the financial markets than the financial consultants who come home. He could and still can answer most of my questions. I sometime gets scared if i'll be able to answer all the questions my future kid(s) is/are going to pose and then i realise that i have the power of Internet.

Anybody with a normal upbringing thinks his or her father is the best. The same holds true for me. Another thing that makes my really happy is the fact that all my close friends think my father is cool. If your friends think your father is cool, he has to be cool. Not that i didn't know it already but nothing like hearing it straight from the horse's mouth. How many of your friends think your father is cool?

There are a hazaar reasons why i consider my dad the best, but here are a few that top the list:

When he found out that i wasn't interested in Engineering, he asked me to drop out and pursue whatever else interested me, even though i had already spent two years in engineering by then.
When i was flunking and getting bad grades in Engineering and was mentally at my lowest point ever, instead trying to reason out why his son with an above average IQ was getting bad grades, he sat next to me, put his arm around my shoulder, and told me that i was his son and no matter what he will always be proud of me.
He never once thought i'd amount to nothing. Even when i used think so.
He is a very practical man and looks at things and addresses situations with a positive attitude.

I love my Dad and i'll consider myself lucky if i turn out to be a small fraction of the man he is.

Respect

2009-08-10T10:13:00.007+05:30

You are losing my respect. Yes, finally. Respect is very important. You lose my respect, you lose everything else and love is the first thing on the list. I used to think this would never happen in your case but now i'm in a way happy to finally see it happen. I wish to live to see the day when i accidentally bump into you and i would look at you like you were just another face in the crowd.

In a dream last night, you were respectful towards me. It is funny and also unfortunate that i have to dream about being respected by you. It is funny because i'm a person with a lot of self-respect and i don't remember the number of times i have swallowed my pride for you. It is unfortunate because even if by some miracle you treat me with respect some time in the future, i have had enough bad experiences to never take anything you say or for that matter even your behaviour at face value.

In other news, my former neighbour is on the cover of the August issue of Vogue India.

Trust

2009-07-29T09:05:00.004+05:30

Sometimes when I'm under a shower head, under spewing jets of hot water, I'm reminded of the day you said you wanted to be in the shower with me. I assume the fact that I wasn't interested in you, especially when you felt the whole world and its father wanted to sleep with you, is what made me attractive. I was never physically attracted to you. I always felt that you were a lost kid, a girl child who didn't get much love from her father. I was naive to think that I could fill that void, to think that I could give you that love. I was stupid to assume a lot of things but I had to as you never told me much about your past. Even though you confessed your love for me, you did not trust me. I trusted you completely but your behaviour coupled with your history did not let that trust last long. I agree that the manner in which I expressed my loss of trust wasn't ideal but at least I was honest.

I keep trying to rekindle our friendship because I still consider you special. But I do not know if I will try again because it is not easy to do so after being treated the way I have been in the recent past. I'm not sure how long you will remain special, even though a voice inside my head keeps screaming, "Not very long".

Mojo's return

2009-04-13T11:51:00.002+05:30

Armed with genitalia
interchangeable ones
On amber sands
restless
like tadpoles in cesspool
Wriggling out of adolescence
unaccustomed youth
Her bosom
brings to life
A bloodless coup
impossible
imploding
impertinent
Instant gratification vouchers
bought, received,
cannot be redeemed
Curtains down
it's over, the show
Come one, come all
every night
we have something new

Key to happiness

2009-02-02T17:01:00.002+05:30

What is the key to your happiness? Do you know?

I might be generalizing here but I think for most of us it's certain people, things, events, moments which can independently or in combination bring happiness. When it comes to people, anybody who has the power to make us happy also has the power to cause distress (true in most cases).

Now, let’s talk about me. I used to have a key to my happiness or should I say a key to my emotions? I had the original with me and distributed a copy of the key to all my loved ones (some of them were assumed loved ones and others were those who openly declared their love for me and I believed them) with or without their knowledge. Yes, I know I’m stupid. So, these people now had some amount of control over my emotions. When the going was good, I used to think it couldn’t get any better but one bad moment would leave me in a state of unrest. And once things went out of control and a so called loved one started treating me like a doormat, I went in to a state of depression. Reading books written by some wise men and women is what got me out of that horrible state of mind.

I did learn my lessons though. I have now changed the locks. There is a new key which works on it's own and only I have access it. There are no copies of it. The old key still works but only in combination with the new key. So, if somebody has to make me happy or sad, they have to first use their key and I can later decide whether or not to use mine. :)

2008

2009-01-05T09:42:00.007+05:30

Dee has done this. Even though i wasn't tagged, i decided to answer the same questions so that i could boast of having posted something.

What did you do in 2008 that you’d never done before?
Got a tattoo. Actually, two of them.

Did you keep your new year’s resolutions, and will you make more for next year?
Have never made any. Don't intend to.

Did anyone close to you give birth?
No.

Did anyone close to you die?
No.

What countries did you visit?
None. Saw more of India though.

What would you like to have in 2009 that you lacked in 2008?
A romantic relationship.

What date from 2008 will remain etched upon your memory, and why?
Not big on dates but will probably remember the joining date in this new company.

What was your biggest achievement of the year?
Got a job with my dream company but soon realised that the grass is always greener on the other side.

What was your biggest failure?
Wallowing in self-pity at the beginning of the year.

Did you suffer illness or injury?
No.

What was the best thing you bought?
A Creative Zen W 60 gb (personal media player).

Whose behavior merited celebration?
My parents'. Always merits celebration.

Whose behavior made you appalled and depressed?
A close friend's behaviour and on occassions my own.

Where did most of your money go?
Electronics (PMP, LCD TV and PlayStation), shoes (I'm a guy and can you believe i have 14 pairs of footwear?) and clothes.

What did you get really, really, really excited about?
Nothing. Don't get excited that easily.

What song will always remind you of 2008?
None in particular.

Compared to this time last year, are you:
happier or sadder?
Way too happier. :)

thinner or fatter?
Thinner. I'm really close to realising my dream of having flat abs. ;)

richer or poorer?
Slightly richer.

What do you wish you’d done more of?
Made more female friends. :P

What do you wish you’d done less of?
Trying to analyse a friend's psyche. :D

How will you be spending Christmas?
Didn't.

Did you fall in love in 2008?
Nope. :(

How many one-night stands?
Hmmm.

What was your favorite tv program?
Stopped watching TV this year.

Do you hate anyone now that you didn’t hate this time last year?
Hate nobody. Period.

What was the best book you read?
Read a lot. Re-read quite a few. Can't really put my finger on one.

What was your greatest musical (re)discovery?
Re-discovered Alan Parsons Project and AC/DC.

What did you want and get?
LCD TV.

What did you want and not get?
A complete reconciliation with a close friend. Actually, looking back i'm not sure if i really want it that bad.

What was your favorite film of this year?
Death at a funeral.

What did you do on your birthday, and how old were you?
Turned 27. Had an awesome dinner with family (yummy food cooked by Mom).

What one thing would have made your year immeasurably more satisfying?
Mental peace at the beginning of the year.

How would you describe your personal fashion concept in 2008?
Discovered that sweat shirts and cargo trousers are the best when you don't feel like going to office but have to as you are swamped with work.

What/who kept you sane?
The Bhagawad Gita.

Which celebrity/public figure did you fancy the most?
Jessica Alba and Jessica Biel

What political issue stirred you the most?
PM's reaction to the Mumbai attacks.

What did you miss?
No longer being an important person in a friend's life.

Who was the best new person you met?
Joe from work.

Tell us a valuable life lesson you learned in 2008.
Let go.

Quote a song lyric that sums up your year.
Can't think of any.

Royal Enfield Thunderbird

2008-12-30T16:16:00.005+05:30

Felt like posting something today. Please don't throw your old footwear at me just because i couldn’t think of anything better than this.

SMS from a close fried:
Dude.. Finally.. I got her man.. :)

My first reply:
Wow.. Congrats man.. :) U guys getting engaged or something??

My immediate second reply:
Oh fuck.. U meant the bike?? :P

Sometimes the sharpest of us can be slow. :P :D

second tattoo

2008-12-10T09:43:00.008+05:30

I got my second tattoo during the weekend. An impulsive decision. Was hanging out with Lambu. Decided to visit Pradeep Menon's (the tattoo artist) new studio in Raheja Arcade, Koramangala and get my idea on paper. The artist did a good job. So, ended up getting it on skin (left wrist).

Here's the pic (shot using a camera phone).

And here's the first one (back of my neck). Spoke about it here.

Apology

2008-09-29T12:55:00.003+05:30

Random faces
recurring thoughts
Monotonous journey
perpetual roads
Hey, i know you
your smile
At the circus
was it summer
Please close the doors
Was trying to fake it
didn't make it
How was the trip
The Ferris wheel
Can i go higher
Shed your armour
the war is over
Let us celebrate
let me drink
Your eyes
let them speak

Bungeeeeeeeee!!!

2008-07-10T11:06:00.003+05:30

Last Saturday, I finally managed to bungee jump at Palace grounds from a height of 140 ft. My life has seen a lot of action and adventure in the last six months. So, I'm now officially left with only two must-dos before I die.

1. Skydiving
2. A road trip to Leh on my Royal Enfield

Hope I get to do them at the earliest.

Warning: Bungee jumping can be quite addictive.

let go...

2008-06-17T11:03:00.005+05:30

On Saturday, I shaved my head for the first time in my life. My Mom was a little vexed because the caste i'm born into allows a man to shave his head only when a parent passes away. I shaved my head because i have receding hairline and the barber did a poor job of cutting whatever hair i had. There is another reason. Recently, I decided to let go of something and i wasn't really sure if i did the right thing. After a while, I was convinced that i did the right thing. I don't want to reconsider my decision because i've been tempted to do so in the past. For the next few days, every time i look in the mirror, i want to be reminded that i let go of it for my own good, the way i let go of my hair.

Also, i don't want to get attached to a person or a relationship. Actually, i don't want to get attached to anything. I know it's really hard but i want to be able achieve it. According to Hinduism, Lotus signifies detachment and spiritual awakening. Most Indians know the significance of Om. I wanted something to remind me every single day that i am trying to achieve detachment from everything. Last year while looking for a design for my first tattoo, I found an 'Om-inscribed-in-a-Lotus'. I have not had a spiritual awakening but the detachment part made sense and i felt that it was the right time to get that tattoo done. On Sunday, i got it done on the back of my neck.

I don't want to be a monk but i hope that the decisions i've made in the past few days will help me become a better human being.

p.s: I have neither joined Bhajarang dal nor have i turned religious overnight. I'm currently reading the Bhagavat Gita which is doing me a world of good.

A shot in the arm..

2008-05-12T11:31:00.004+05:30

It's been a while since I have published a post. TS did a tag recently and has in turn tagged anybody who needs a shot in the arm. I felt the need for one. So, here it goes.

Last movie seen in a theatre:
Death at a funeral

What book are you reading?
Re-reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes"

Favourite board game:
Scotland yard

Favourite magazine:
Rave

Favourite smells:
Raspuri mango (fruit) and Fahrenheit by Christian Dior

Favourite sound:
Can't think of anything. Hate the sound of my alarm.

Worst feeling in the world:
Loneliness

What is the first thing you think of when you wake up?
On weekdays - Do I have to drag myself out of the bed?
On weekends - Is it a weekday?

Favourite fast food place:
McDonald's

Future child’s name:
Ava or Ivy

“If I had a lot of money I’d…”
see the whole world

Do you drive fast?
On rare occasions when I'm late

Storms - Cool or Scary?
Neither. They're just boring.

Do you eat the stems on broccoli?
Yes

If you could dye your hair any colour, what would be your choice?
Grey

Name all the different cities/towns you have lived in:
Hassan, New Delhi, Bangalore, Kollegal, Calcutta

Favourite sports to watch:
Tennis and Basketball

One nice thing about the person who sent this to you:
TS - Don't know him personally but I love his blog.

What’s under your bed?
Storage space - where you will find my guitar and old engineering books

Would you like to be born as yourself again?
You bet

Morning person or night owl?
Neither

Over easy or sunny side up?
Sunny side up

Favourite place to relax:
Mota's house

Favourite pie:
Apple

Favourite ice cream flavour:
Lychee

You pass this tag to:
Anyone who stumbles upon my blog

Breaking the law!!!

2008-01-18T14:33:00.001+05:30

Most men follow this unwritten law while using Restrooms.

“Thou shall use the farthest available urinal from the ones being used”.

Yours truly hates it when someone breaks this above-mentioned law. Men, unlike women don’t bond in restrooms and the last thing a man wants when he is urinating is the presence of another man awfully close to him. It is comprehensible for somebody to take one of the abutting urinals if the restroom is crowded. But when it is deserted, committing such an act is considered sacrilegious by most of us.

Around six months ago, I was at a Multiplex with my friends. During Intermission, we were the first few people to exit the hall. While my friends headed towards the popcorn counter, I entered the restroom. I was really happy to see it uninhabited as I suffer from performance anxiety (only when it comes to urinating in crowded restrooms). I got to the urinal at the far end of the restroom with the logic that people who would enter after me would use the ones closer to the door. So, I took my position, unzipped, closed my eyes and was trying hard to concentrate on the task at hand. Just then, I felt a tap on my back.

ABORT MISSION!!! ABORT MISSION!!! ABORT MISSION!!!
I could hear the alarm wailing (inside my head).

I couldn’t do what I was there to do. I opened my eyes and turned around to see my colleague taking his position in the urinal right next to mine. This, when the whole damn restroom was devoid of any other human form. I forced a smile, said hi, zipped my trousers and left without completing the act I was there to accomplish (Of course, I washed my hands before leaving).

That evening, my colleague not only broke the unwritten restroom law, he went a step further and broke my concentration by patting my back. I had to wait a few more minutes for people to return to the movie. I then went back to the restroom and found a couple of kids (luckily, they didn’t look intimidating) playing with the faucets with passive infrared sensors. This time, I accomplished my task and heaved a sigh of relief (literally). I know that most women will think "what's the whole fuss about?".

Dude, if you are reading this, don’t get offended. You are a nice guy. I have nothing against you. You were probably surprised to see me there. But you could have waited till I was done or till we got out of that restroom. I think you were unaware of the existence of the above-mentioned law. Now that you know, don’t ever think of breaking it again.

Boston Brahmin

2008-01-07T13:53:00.000+05:30

Like most Indians who live in the West, most of my cousins come down to India in the month of December. One of them is H, who lives in Boston. He is a couple of years elder to me and during my adolescence he was more than a cousin, he was my friend, philosopher and guide. Back then, I considered him cool and probably even tried to emulate him.

So, H calls me on a Saturday evening and says we (H, me and two more cousins) should meet up at Forum by 7. I get there a little early. H is already there with his close friend R. After the customary hug and the exchange of pleasantries, we have a little chat while waiting for the other two cousins.

Meeting at Forum on a crowded Saturday evening didn’t make any sense to me.

Me: Of all places, why did you choose Forum on a Saturday evening?
H: Oh, that’s because my eyes are tired of seeing White women. So, I thought there is no better place than Forum to check out some Desi chicks.
Me: You are wrong. If you wanted to check out some chicks, there are better places in Bangalore. But, aren’t there any Desi girls at your University?
H: Oh there are a lot of Desi girls at my University and also in Boston but most of them are ‘Bitches’.

Now, I don’t like that word when it is used to belittle the fairer sex. It is acceptable when the same word is colloquially used amongst friends who share a real camaraderie.

Me: Why do you use that word? I don’t think you should.
H: A Bitch is a Bitch. There is no other word man. Prostitute probably.
Me: Okay. Who according to you is a Bitch?
H: One who sleeps around with a lot of guys.
Me: Hmmm…
H: What’s your definition of a Bitch?
Me: A female dog.
Me: Sex is a requirement of the body. If some girl wants to fulfill that requirement, let her do it man. You might not want to (or might not get to). It’s her life. Let her do what she wants. Why do you have a problem with that?
H: It’s not in our culture to do such things. By the way, what would you call a woman who slept around?
Me: It’s her life man and it’s nobody’s business to call her names. She would certainly have a name and I’d address her by that name.
H: At least none of my friends would like to be associated with a woman who sleeps around.
R to H: Cant you see? He’s getting offended. Why do you want to rub it in?

R makes me feel like a Feminist but I don’t give a fuck. At this point, I feel like telling my cousin, “Fucking stop judging people”.

Me: Okay. What do you call a guy who does the same? Do you have a term to describe a guy who sleeps around?

After thinking for a few seconds.

H: Such a guy can be called a ‘Casanova’.
Me: Give me a break. How often do you use that word? You are practicing double standards man.
H: I have one such roommate and we call him ‘Dagar’ (Kannada slang for a Prostitute).

What he fails to understand is the difference in usage. He obviously uses ‘Dagar’ in lighter vein. Probably, just to pull his friend’s leg. It’s also obvious that he shares camaraderie with his roomie, who would never get offended.

Me: Do you use the word ‘Casanova’ as often or as loosely as the word ‘Bitch’? Let me guess. You don’t.
H: A girl should know where to draw the line.
Me: Exactly. She draws the line for herself, not us. I think the word ‘Bitch’ is derogatory and it should not be used when you are describing a woman. At least, it’s not right for men to use it ( I feel It works the same way as the word ‘Nigger’. It’s okay if African-Americans use it amongst themselves). And also, you are not being fair targeting just one sex.
Again R to H: Forget it man. He is getting offended.

H: Whatever man. I wouldn’t marry someone like that. I’d like to marry a conservative girl.

And I’m thinking.. Dude, what makes you believe such a girl would want to marry you? With this attitude, I’d be surprised if any girl would want to marry you.

Me: Okay. Define a conservative girl for me.
H: A Brahmin, vegetarian girl who is good-looking. I have no problems if she wears short skirts (You have no problems or you would want her to?). Is that too much to ask? My friends in Boston say that I’d never find such a girl in Bangalore. They say I know nothing about Bangalore and I keep telling them that I worked in the city for almost three years before I came to Boston and I’m pretty sure that such girls exist. What do you think?
Me: A Brahmin, vegetarian, conservative, good-looking girl who wears short skirts. And I presume you would want her to be a virgin. Hmmm.. Dunno.. You might find one but I’m yet to meet someone who would fit that description.

H turns towards R expecting a response.

R: I don’t know much about these things. I can’t comment.

Just then, the other two cousins arrive, which brings our conversation to an end. Actually, I wanted to ask him a couple more questions.

1. Would he also call an unmarried girl who has slept with just one person, a Bitch?
2. He wants to marry a conservative, Brahmin girl but does he still qualify as a Brahmin since he eats egg and crossed the seven seas?

I don’t know what makes him believe he has the right to draw lines for others, judge people and call them names. I wanted to tell him that even the PhD he might receive few years down the line would not give him that authority.

P.S: Wiki says Boston Brahmin are the class of New Englanders who claim hereditary and cultural descent from the English Protestants who founded the city of Boston, Massachusetts.

P.P.S: Later on we had another discussion on 'Gays and Lesbians'. He was more receptive in his attitude towards them. But he was also sympathetic. I told him that 'Sympathy' is the last thing they expect.

Happy Birthday Prema!!!

2008-01-02T16:19:00.000+05:30

Our housemaid’s daughter celebrates her Birthday on January 1 and the first thing we get to eat in the New Year is a 'Melody'. I think 'Melody' is her daughter’s favorite toffee because that’s what we get every year and I like it too.

Our housemaid is a really skinny lady who is probably in her late 20’s and suffers from Hypothyroidism, which apparently is the reason for scrawniness. She has two kids, a boy and a girl. Her son is ten and her daughter turned seven yesterday. Our housemaid works at seven or eight different places and makes around Rs 4000 every month (It’s such a shame that these housemaids and labourers earn a pittance for all their hard work). Like most parents, she tries to provide the best possible life to her kids (I hope they appreciate their Mom’s efforts and grow up to successful individual). Her husband on the other hand is the usual unemployed, alcoholic, wife-beating loser. His latest transgression was selling his daughter’s gejje (silver anklets) to get drunk on New Year’s Eve.

Dad says that homes would not find housemaids if their husbands provided for them, did not get drunk, treated them well or did not desert them because no self-respecting man would let his wife work as a housemaid.

Birthdays bring back a lot of memories. Back in the 80’s and the early 90’s, none of my friends in our predominantly Kannadiga locality used to have Birthday parties. I remember attending just one Birthday party; that of a Bengali kid. Having lived in different parts of the country, I am of the opinion that at least during those days North Indians used to celebrate Birthdays with much more fanfare compared to us South Indians. In our locality, a Birthday celebration would typically involve distributing toffees or candies in School (Some rich kids would distribute them in all the Sections), the neighbourhood followed by a wonderful Birthday feast prepared by Mom. Forget dreaming of having a Birthday party, I detested the thought of distributing toffees. I stopped distributing toffees in School when I was in Class 3 as my class teacher would take all the leftover toffees claiming to distribute them among the underprivileged kids and I didn’t buy the story.

Last year, I cut a Birthday cake (actually, two) for the first time in my life. I wasn’t terribly excited, as I don’t really enjoy celebrating my Birthday. What made me feel special was that some people took the trouble to organize a party (actually, two) for me.

KK: Thanks for ordering for that ginourmous cake which you had to later carry all the way to the resort. Dude, you gave me my first Birthday cake. BTW, with so many friends I am curious to know your monthly budget towards Birthday cakes? :P

Mota: We have known each other for over seven years now. Engineering would have been boring had it not been for friends like you, Lambu, Dhadiya and Sam. As neither of us has still learnt an instrument, starting a Rock band still remains a distant dream. Those Birthday bumps were a pain in the arse (literally) for almost a week and I wasn’t expecting them after having gone easy on you on your Birthday. BTW, I loved that Mango-flavoured cake but its more than five months and I still haven’t got my Birthday gift. :@

Ava: We first met some six years ago, but we have bonded well over the past year. You are a great friend and I sometimes wish that I had made that extra effort to know you when we first met. I know that you and Mota were equally responsible for organizing the whole thing. On second thought, I think you deserve more credit because I am sure that it was you who reminded him. :)

Happy New Year!!!!!!

2007-12-31T16:05:00.000+05:30

Wish you all a very Happy and a Prosperous NewYear... :)

Iyengar Bakery Blues

2007-12-27T14:56:00.000+05:30

This incident happened somewhere in the late 80’s when I was 7 or 8 years old. We were regular customers of an Iyengar Bakery that was right across the street from our house. In those days, Iyengars owned most bakeries in Bangalore and most of them were invariably named Iyengar Bakery with a prefix like Hassan or some random initials. I distinctly remember the Owner of this Iyengar Bakery (I don’t remember if the bakery had a prefix attached to its name). He was a bald guy with a sizable paunch and was probably in his late 30’s or early 40’s. He was not one of your typical friendly neighbourhood storekeepers. Actually, I never saw him smile. His face expressed constant resentment (probably towards his occupation).

The Bakery had three stepped rows of glass containers (with steel lids) housing varied assortment of toffees, candies, biscuits and condiments arranged over a large display cabinet that contained cakes, pastries, puffs and loaves of different varieties of bread. A makeshift plywood wall separated the selling area and the baking area with the refrigerator located in the baking area.

One summer afternoon, I felt like getting myself a Popsicle. Back then we used to call them Lollies. Lollies were available in various flavours. My personal favorites were Cola and Strawberry. A regular Lolly cost 50 paisa and a Milk Lolly cost 75 paisa. After successfully pestering Mom to part with a 50 paisa coin, I crossed the road and got to the Bakery to treat myself a Lolly.

Me: Ondhu orange lolly kodi. (Give me an orange flavoured lolly)

At this point, there is no other customer at the Bakery and Owner is half-asleep. He opens his eyes and looks at me with visible annoyance. He then reluctantly gets up from his chair and drags himself to the baking area to get me a Lolly from the refrigerator. Meanwhile, I take out the 50 paisa coin and stretch out my right arm. The small guy that I was, my hand could only reach the second row of glass containers. My hand lands on one of those steel lids and makes a clinking sound.

Shopkeeper: Aey, yeno kadhitha idiya? (Aey, what are you stealing?)
Me: Naan yaake kadhili? Nanage yenadharu bekadhare, namma Appa athava Amma kodusthare. (Why should I steal? If I feel the need for something, my parents will buy it for me)

I paid him the money, took my Lolly and left. We stayed in the same house for another three years but that was my last visit to that Bakery.

HO HO HO!!! Christmas is here.

2007-12-24T12:16:00.000+05:30

That was the subject line of the e-mail we received last week from the HR department asking us to participate in the “Secret Angels” game. It was really hard for me to control my laughter specially having recently read in TOI that a Santa working for a mall in Australia was fired for saying HO, HO, HO!!!. The bosses felt it was offensive and had sexual overtones as it sounded like one of the derogatory words used in American pop culture. Apparently, the bosses had asked him to say Hi, hi, hi!!! LOL

A merry Christmas and a happy New Year to the three and a half people who read this blog. :D

trying my hand at poetry

2007-12-21T20:21:00.000+05:30

Earlier this year, I was trying really hard to come up with a decent piece of poetry. Eventually, one summer night I heard myself read out a beautiful verse in my dream. I woke with utter disbelief that I had come up with something that brilliant. Actually, I didn’t wake up. Ok, I did wake up but I didn’t get up from my bed because I’m a very lazy person who would never do something like that. I woke up the next morning and I didn’t remember a thing. Not even a word. Last night, it was déjà vu (probably inspired by TS' latest post). If only I had a PDA on my bedpost, one with a decent handwriting recognition software, I would've done the needful whilst lying on the bed. I was too lazy to switch on the lights (yes, there are two of them connected to a single switch) in the middle of the night and search for pen and paper. Ok, I wouldn’t have had to search for them because they are always on my bedpost. But I was too lazy to get up from my bed on a wintry night. You don’t have to be smart-ass and remind me that the first time it happened, it was actually summer. The bottom-line is I’m extremely lazy. Period.

Last July, I wrote this piece (of crap, if you wish), a few days before my grandfather passed away. I haven’t been able to write anything after that. No, his death has not emotionally scarred me (even though I was close to him). I’m just not able to write.

Tresses and waves
Surfers and dreamers
Cries of the unborn
Reborn gaiety

Confused men
Women in labour
Physical delirium
Mental manifestation

Charmers and snakes
Loners and crooners
Reticent music
Operatic dreams

Rainbow physics
Babies of boredom
A God’s orchestrated
Fall from grace

My first post

2007-12-21T19:36:00.000+05:30

I have been lurking around the blogosphere for a while. Not long back, I had a blog with a lone post. Fortunately or unfortunately, I could not rescue it from literary oblivion.

After the demise of my last blog, I made a conscious decision not to blog until I was sure of being able to post on a regular basis (not that I was busy, I’m just lazy). I’m in my mid-twenties but when it comes to writing (and motorbikes), I’m old-school. The moment I sit in front of a computer screen with any kind of word processor staring at my face, I freeze. Give me some paper and a pen and I will write reams and reams of crap, but a blank document on a word processor window gives me the creeps. I think I suffer from selective writer’s block (apart from OCD). The worst (or should I say the best?) part is I’m paid (shortly, I’ll be paid obscene money) to sit and stare at blank documents all day long. Ok, I’m not paid to stare at blank documents, but to create documents with content and its not even funny that I haven’t created one in the last five months, which was the second most convincing reason (yes, I had to convince my boss) for changing my job. First being the obscene salary.