Me doing my bit with my gang....In one of my more tense/focused moods.....En usiru ennadilla...
Thursday, September 07, 2006
"habba - a regression"
Practice makes perfect doesnt it?? In how to put one's foot in one's mouth, I seem to be achieving new levels.... This is after we finished our show....
Me doing my bit with my gang....In one of my more tense/focused moods.....En usiru ennadilla...
Me doing my bit with my gang....In one of my more tense/focused moods.....En usiru ennadilla...
Tuesday, September 05, 2006
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Took me some time it did!!! http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/leetspeak.mspx
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Took me some time it did!!! http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/leetspeak.mspx
Apocalypse Now
Oh man, the shit piled up so fast in Vietnam you needed wings to stay above it.
Shit... charging a man with murder in this place was like handing out speeding tickets in the Indy 500
What do you call assassins who accuse assassins?
You're in the asshole of the world, Captain!
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Bydlu....
Phoebe : You know, you don't make a good first impression.....
Chandy : What?!
Phoebe : Oh you don't know
Chandy : Are you serious?!
Phoebe : Yes, I mean when I first met you, you were like "blah bala blah blah blah" and I was like "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Chandy : What is it that I do??!
Phoebe : Well, its just that you're trying too hard, always making jokes, you know? You come off a little needy!
Its been a long time since I read a little Johnny joke....Was, at one time, fond of them, apparently....
I need some moderation......
====================================================================
Loneliness
By Muralidhar S
Its been a long year since u've been gone, been alone here, 've grown old
Why is loneliness such a dreaded thing?? I mean, doesn't loneliness approach u with sufficient warning and premonitions??? Given the sudden departure of money from ur wallet when u are undecided about which phone to buy, can u leave u in a state of "huh?!"... But wrt ppl, shouldnt loneliness as a threat be deprioritized??
First of all, we hardly ever get time to explore ourselves.... How many of us actually talk to ourselves apart from low mutters and frustrations at self, taken out in short bursts of anger?? We are constantly in the company of people..at work, at home, at outings, at theatres, at traffic junctions....
There are also times, when almost every one of us has felt the need to run away to some place of quietness and calm! Yet when some of them DO get that opportunity, they shy away from it and start thinking about how "lonely" it can get!! I mean, granted...a separation from ur near and dear ones for too long a time can be unsettling.....But a periodic sojourn should be welcomed rather than treated with apprehension....
The more we are ok with the concept of us being alone and independent, the more confidence we get about ourselves and our abilities! This point of view not to be mistaken with a strong desire to lead a lonely sagely life away from civilization and kantri road dogs.....The people around us, make ur day....They are an integral part of ur life indeed, when it comes to them being part of ur happiness.....
I guess this is now going nowhere....yawn
Mental Note : Try and talk less.... You've probably been blind to such signs which ppl have given u b4.....Kan teredu nodu....
Chandy : What?!
Phoebe : Oh you don't know
Chandy : Are you serious?!
Phoebe : Yes, I mean when I first met you, you were like "blah bala blah blah blah" and I was like "shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!"
Chandy : What is it that I do??!
Phoebe : Well, its just that you're trying too hard, always making jokes, you know? You come off a little needy!
Its been a long time since I read a little Johnny joke....Was, at one time, fond of them, apparently....
I need some moderation......
====================================================================
Loneliness
By Muralidhar S
Its been a long year since u've been gone, been alone here, 've grown old
Why is loneliness such a dreaded thing?? I mean, doesn't loneliness approach u with sufficient warning and premonitions??? Given the sudden departure of money from ur wallet when u are undecided about which phone to buy, can u leave u in a state of "huh?!"... But wrt ppl, shouldnt loneliness as a threat be deprioritized??
First of all, we hardly ever get time to explore ourselves.... How many of us actually talk to ourselves apart from low mutters and frustrations at self, taken out in short bursts of anger?? We are constantly in the company of people..at work, at home, at outings, at theatres, at traffic junctions....
There are also times, when almost every one of us has felt the need to run away to some place of quietness and calm! Yet when some of them DO get that opportunity, they shy away from it and start thinking about how "lonely" it can get!! I mean, granted...a separation from ur near and dear ones for too long a time can be unsettling.....But a periodic sojourn should be welcomed rather than treated with apprehension....
The more we are ok with the concept of us being alone and independent, the more confidence we get about ourselves and our abilities! This point of view not to be mistaken with a strong desire to lead a lonely sagely life away from civilization and kantri road dogs.....The people around us, make ur day....They are an integral part of ur life indeed, when it comes to them being part of ur happiness.....
I guess this is now going nowhere....yawn
Mental Note : Try and talk less.... You've probably been blind to such signs which ppl have given u b4.....Kan teredu nodu....
Monday, August 28, 2006
Phone
Well I didnt have as exciting a Sunday as Mr Kris here had but I guess this ain't too bad either :)
P.S : Still looking for the N-series ad music....
Saturday, August 26, 2006
Spreading
hi how are you. i am ***censored*** working in ***some text missing*** and staying in bangalore. want to spread my network thats all. reply me if want the same.
Spiderman baddi maga ivnu.....doddadaagi bandbitta network spread madakke.....
Some men need some education.....
Spiderman baddi maga ivnu.....doddadaagi bandbitta network spread madakke.....
Some men need some education.....
Friday, August 25, 2006
The ecstasy of Gold
Cant stop man.....Cant stop reliving the adrenaline running thru my body, as everything went from wrong to right.....
The title of the post refers to a righteous piece of music created by one Mr Ennio Morricone, which padma asked me to use in the beginning of our presentation. And lo behold, the opening of the butterfly coincided with the peak of ecstasy of gold !!! That gave me goosebumps when i was watching it from the wings, and it still does, but it got amplified when the crowd applauded the effort put into the butterfly justly by dear padma again !!!!! Probably nobody else knows how much effort she has put into it, after I helped her "give the butterfly a shape" !! Please, for my sake, take a bow as u read this madam, for sheer creative imagination, hard work and talent !!
I mean I had NOT dreamt of such a beginning to our presentation, and yet it was happening and I was supposed to be on stage next !!!!
Well this being my blog, I should talk a tad more abt my own contribution.... First of all I must be honest and write here (Wats this sudden unusual spurt of honesty !?!?!) that I was quite unsettled many a times during our practice sessions and the whole music front of our show had given me quite a testing time ! Practices used to form a sinusoid, with encouraging and dismal performances following one another....A ten member group song aint no piece of raasathi..err...cake !!
But one another truth that I need to document, for my grand kids to read, is the fact that it steadily got better....the whole thing put together with tweaks here n there, i must admit, had started approaching the original song slowly but steadily.
And now we fast forward back to the present.....Lights shining, as I walk out into the wild....Yes the wild cos there were some hooligans in the crowd (no other, my friend ... no other word) !! The booing had started in full swing from our closest and bitterest rivals....And I was in no mood to be booed in my first ever stage full fledged stage performance (hard to believe...)
Mikes adjusted and ready......I remember padma telling me "When u go on stage to start raasathi, take a moment" ..How sound her advice turned out to be.....One last look back at my comrades in war ! And a breath ! And off we go....
'raasathi en usiru ennadilla (don think there were any messups)
poochchoodi vakka pattu pora pulla (Damn for the last time its Pulla and not Bulla !!!!!!)
nee poanaa en udambu mannukkulla (Small mess in mannukkulla, correctable)
raavodu sedhi varum vaadi pulla (AWWW screw it ... I cant get pulla outta me!)
raasathi en usiru ennadilla'
The booing was still going on, although my attention was diverted towards the song more....But as soon as i stopped singing my part, it caught me again and i forgot to restart singing a small part in the chorus.....That made me angry... Angry at myself for letting them distract me like that !!
So then onwards I just looked into the bright light shining into my eyes and let my testicles....tentacles...tonsils (aaha!) do their stuff !!!
There were one or two hitches, but none of them affected me any more as i thought not to think abt them....
At the end of the song, the applause was not what i expected....It caused me to bow my head and thank the crowd for recognising what we had tried ! Involuntary reaction.....
The rest of the performances.....Well I couldnt catch the one that mattered to me the most after my own song...padma's dance.....I've heard rave reviews of the dance, but one glimpse of her smiling face, that i could catch during her performance on stage, told me then and there that it didnt matter to her what happened.....Cos she was just gonna dance her heart out there ! ashte....that put a smile on my face and helped me run around for the next event........
And well....the rest as I say is history....perhaps the others didn't perform as well as we did and perhaps they did, I'm not here to judge...Probably the fact that we were first on stage helped us a little bit......But I felt it in my guts that we had done just THE right things ! And turns out we did....We won habba 2006 ! A culmination of all that I'd worked for, for around 2-3 weeks, in a few, glorious, priceless moments of ecstasy....
The ecstasy of gold !!!
The title of the post refers to a righteous piece of music created by one Mr Ennio Morricone, which padma asked me to use in the beginning of our presentation. And lo behold, the opening of the butterfly coincided with the peak of ecstasy of gold !!! That gave me goosebumps when i was watching it from the wings, and it still does, but it got amplified when the crowd applauded the effort put into the butterfly justly by dear padma again !!!!! Probably nobody else knows how much effort she has put into it, after I helped her "give the butterfly a shape" !! Please, for my sake, take a bow as u read this madam, for sheer creative imagination, hard work and talent !!
I mean I had NOT dreamt of such a beginning to our presentation, and yet it was happening and I was supposed to be on stage next !!!!
Well this being my blog, I should talk a tad more abt my own contribution.... First of all I must be honest and write here (Wats this sudden unusual spurt of honesty !?!?!) that I was quite unsettled many a times during our practice sessions and the whole music front of our show had given me quite a testing time ! Practices used to form a sinusoid, with encouraging and dismal performances following one another....A ten member group song aint no piece of raasathi..err...cake !!
But one another truth that I need to document, for my grand kids to read, is the fact that it steadily got better....the whole thing put together with tweaks here n there, i must admit, had started approaching the original song slowly but steadily.
And now we fast forward back to the present.....Lights shining, as I walk out into the wild....Yes the wild cos there were some hooligans in the crowd (no other, my friend ... no other word) !! The booing had started in full swing from our closest and bitterest rivals....And I was in no mood to be booed in my first ever stage full fledged stage performance (hard to believe...)
Mikes adjusted and ready......I remember padma telling me "When u go on stage to start raasathi, take a moment" ..How sound her advice turned out to be.....One last look back at my comrades in war ! And a breath ! And off we go....
'raasathi en usiru ennadilla (don think there were any messups)
poochchoodi vakka pattu pora pulla (Damn for the last time its Pulla and not Bulla !!!!!!)
nee poanaa en udambu mannukkulla (Small mess in mannukkulla, correctable)
raavodu sedhi varum vaadi pulla (AWWW screw it ... I cant get pulla outta me!)
raasathi en usiru ennadilla'
The booing was still going on, although my attention was diverted towards the song more....But as soon as i stopped singing my part, it caught me again and i forgot to restart singing a small part in the chorus.....That made me angry... Angry at myself for letting them distract me like that !!
So then onwards I just looked into the bright light shining into my eyes and let my testicles....tentacles...tonsils (aaha!) do their stuff !!!
There were one or two hitches, but none of them affected me any more as i thought not to think abt them....
At the end of the song, the applause was not what i expected....It caused me to bow my head and thank the crowd for recognising what we had tried ! Involuntary reaction.....
The rest of the performances.....Well I couldnt catch the one that mattered to me the most after my own song...padma's dance.....I've heard rave reviews of the dance, but one glimpse of her smiling face, that i could catch during her performance on stage, told me then and there that it didnt matter to her what happened.....Cos she was just gonna dance her heart out there ! ashte....that put a smile on my face and helped me run around for the next event........
And well....the rest as I say is history....perhaps the others didn't perform as well as we did and perhaps they did, I'm not here to judge...Probably the fact that we were first on stage helped us a little bit......But I felt it in my guts that we had done just THE right things ! And turns out we did....We won habba 2006 ! A culmination of all that I'd worked for, for around 2-3 weeks, in a few, glorious, priceless moments of ecstasy....
The ecstasy of gold !!!
Monday, August 21, 2006
QUohTes
Integrity
When every part of one's body other than one's butt is being attacked by an angry mob of sharp rain drops, one waits for the traffic signal to change from red to green....
Perseverance/Patience
When one doesn't shoulder responsibility and doesn't see ur viewpoint, but has tons of ideas and suggestions and criticism to hand out to you
When others doesn't have the courage to admit their own failures/short comings
Speed
When one's activa sprays an auto driver's entire profile with "oh holy water" collected in a big puddle on the road......
Remember.........when in doubt, fuck!
When every part of one's body other than one's butt is being attacked by an angry mob of sharp rain drops, one waits for the traffic signal to change from red to green....
Perseverance/Patience
When one doesn't shoulder responsibility and doesn't see ur viewpoint, but has tons of ideas and suggestions and criticism to hand out to you
When others doesn't have the courage to admit their own failures/short comings
Speed
When one's activa sprays an auto driver's entire profile with "oh holy water" collected in a big puddle on the road......
Remember.........when in doubt, fuck!
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Jai hanuman
Have u ever travelled in an auto rickshawh with ur hands holding on to the outer(upper) side of the roof of the auto all the time, with a tight grip?
No?
Hmmm, its a cool ride....
No?
Hmmm, its a cool ride....
two kinds
I always thought there were two kinds of people in this world: men who go to their deaths screaming, and men who go to their deaths in silence. Then I met the third kind...
Super scene super dialogue....
RDB
Super scene super dialogue....
RDB
Saturday, August 19, 2006
Whiskey in the jar o
Time : 10.51 pm
Date : 19th August Saturday
Oh typing is fine enuf....ok lets carry on
EPL started today pa... dono some results was out to have dinner (hee hee)
Today,
I tried to force a light bulb into a plug point and maneli current hotoytu...
So ran to electric angdi and and got hold of guy b4 thinking of anything ( cos home alone n all no...swalpa reactions are quicker and more irrational)
he brings me back home on victor two roads from the electric repair shop and tweaks the mains of the house....and asks for 30 Rs....I said fuck off u miserable oaf u disastrous money laundering scoundrel of Bangalore south, u villan daridra nan magne....In polite words and nonsense arguments of course...he left without a word
Just like the pied pipers led rats to the sea
Dance like the marionettes, swaying to the symphony .....
hee hee
Since I am all.....sentimental n all (well)..... lemme write abt a project
well two of em actually
and I have two corresponding ppl to thank for some good times and good days those projects have given me
The thing about a project is, (apart from work related ones .... yaah) in most cases u are there in the first place cos u wana do it...secondly u manassige hachkondbidtya.....So there are gonna be some days where u r made to feel miserable abt it (where ! WHERE is that vial of hemlock ?!?!) and there are some days where the creative juices just flow, the planets all align themselves favorably and shower scent on u from on top.....
Today was such a day...I really liked what i did from 2 to 6 pm today
And another day, well there were day's' actually, in another project, when everything felt right
The common thing about those two days were I dreamed.....I visualised.....I fantasized about the end result of what I was doing....And it felt better than better......
The second project is over
The first will culminate shortly.....There is also the sadness associated with this project of ppl not appreciating what u had thought of, what u had dreamed of
The sadness melts in the fire of ur thoughts and desires.....Hope I dont melt in it too......
Date : 19th August Saturday
Oh typing is fine enuf....ok lets carry on
EPL started today pa... dono some results was out to have dinner (hee hee)
Today,
I tried to force a light bulb into a plug point and maneli current hotoytu...
So ran to electric angdi and and got hold of guy b4 thinking of anything ( cos home alone n all no...swalpa reactions are quicker and more irrational)
he brings me back home on victor two roads from the electric repair shop and tweaks the mains of the house....and asks for 30 Rs....I said fuck off u miserable oaf u disastrous money laundering scoundrel of Bangalore south, u villan daridra nan magne....In polite words and nonsense arguments of course...he left without a word
Just like the pied pipers led rats to the sea
Dance like the marionettes, swaying to the symphony .....
hee hee
Since I am all.....sentimental n all (well)..... lemme write abt a project
well two of em actually
and I have two corresponding ppl to thank for some good times and good days those projects have given me
The thing about a project is, (apart from work related ones .... yaah) in most cases u are there in the first place cos u wana do it...secondly u manassige hachkondbidtya.....So there are gonna be some days where u r made to feel miserable abt it (where ! WHERE is that vial of hemlock ?!?!) and there are some days where the creative juices just flow, the planets all align themselves favorably and shower scent on u from on top.....
Today was such a day...I really liked what i did from 2 to 6 pm today
And another day, well there were day's' actually, in another project, when everything felt right
The common thing about those two days were I dreamed.....I visualised.....I fantasized about the end result of what I was doing....And it felt better than better......
The second project is over
The first will culminate shortly.....There is also the sadness associated with this project of ppl not appreciating what u had thought of, what u had dreamed of
The sadness melts in the fire of ur thoughts and desires.....Hope I dont melt in it too......
Sunday, August 13, 2006
Dil chahta hai
Its a 2001 movie and I am talking abt it now...No its not a review cos basically this movie is flawless...or is it?the last interchange between akshay and aamir, when they remeet in the hospital, is too much for me to take...excellence beyond boundaries which i could imagine...so real...But here I am to question Mr Farhan and Mr God whether what they show in DCH is true in real life ?
Akash makes the brave decision to approach his true love and justly(??) get it..
Sid moves on, after his disasterous yet out of this world (mayb even unrealistic) stint with love
Sameer ! huh ! the ideal comic touch needed with mines around in the movie...
But what about unrequited love?? It is just plain torture... Cos love isn't something that you plan, bas ho jaata hai
and to fall out of love? This is sounding too cheesy here, I'll stop.....But not before acknowledging the irony, the wicked evil irony that I have been subjected to....What goes around comes around....There's the answer to ur unrequited love.......
Kyun aisi ummeed ki maine, jo aise nakaam hui...The definition of unrequited love.
Saturday, August 12, 2006
A quote ....
A good friend of mine, who also has Financial misconceptions, was relating an incident where he mistook the bushy tail of a dog sitting in the rear seat of a car, to be the flourishing plait of a hopefully beautiful girl....
Upon being notified of the fact that the "hair" indeed belonged to a member of the Canis familiaris family, he was actually also given this quote to aggravate the shock experienced :
Ppl generally manage to find the bitch in a woman, you managed to find a woman in a bitch eh??
WHAT
THE
F ???
Needless to say I do not agree with the views expressed in italics, but what a thing to say, and that too instantaneously !!
Upon being notified of the fact that the "hair" indeed belonged to a member of the Canis familiaris family, he was actually also given this quote to aggravate the shock experienced :
Ppl generally manage to find the bitch in a woman, you managed to find a woman in a bitch eh??
WHAT
THE
F ???
Needless to say I do not agree with the views expressed in italics, but what a thing to say, and that too instantaneously !!
Strait !
murally : maga, ond prashne
Joey tribbiani : ?
murally : nin blog galu vichitra inda hididu, thought provoking and saddening aagi iratte ! any specific reason? somebody givin u a hard time?
murally : teera personal aadre, wogolow andbidu parvagilla :P
Joey tribbiani : wogolow
Joey tribbiani : :)
Thats all folks !
Bugs bunny rocks !
Joey tribbiani : ?
murally : nin blog galu vichitra inda hididu, thought provoking and saddening aagi iratte ! any specific reason? somebody givin u a hard time?
murally : teera personal aadre, wogolow andbidu parvagilla :P
Joey tribbiani : wogolow
Joey tribbiani : :)
Thats all folks !
Bugs bunny rocks !
Tuesday, August 08, 2006
Black
Reminiscent -> helpless -> despair -> WHY!?! -> Hope......
The perfect cycle......
Not interested in lyrics??!! SHOO SHOO !!!!
Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
Yeah
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
mm-hmm no yeah no
mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah
we-
we belong
we belong together
together
oooh ooh
we-
we belong
we belong together
oh yeah
The perfect cycle......
Not interested in lyrics??!! SHOO SHOO !!!!
Hey...oooh...
Sheets of empty canvas
Untouched sheets of clay
Were laid spread out before me
As her body once did
All five horizons
Revolved around her soul
As the earth to the sun
Now the air I tasted and breathed
Has taken a turn
Ooh and all I taught her was everything
Ooh I know she gave me all that she wore
And now my bitter hands
Chafe beneath the clouds
Of what was everything
Oh the pictures have
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
I take a walk outside
I'm surrounded by
Some kids at play
I can feel their laughter
So why do I sear
Oh, and twisted thoughts that spin
Round my head
I'm spinning
Oh, I'm spinning
How quick the sun can, drop away...
And now my bitter hands
Cradle broken glass
Of what was everything
All the pictures had
All been washed in black
Tattooed everything
All the love gone bad
Turned my world to black
Tattooed all I see
All that I am
All I'll be...
Yeah
Uh huh...uh huh...ooh...
I know someday you'll have a beautiful life
I know you'll be a sun
In somebody else's sky
But why
Why
Why can't it be
Why can't it be mine
(not sure?)
mm-hmm no yeah no
mm mmmm no nonono yeah yeah
we-
we belong
we belong together
together
oooh ooh
we-
we belong
we belong together
oh yeah
Monday, August 07, 2006
Serious Physical harm
.....of great magnitude would be inflicted upon the creator of the following forward, were he/she to cross my path now.......
What the fuck do some ppl think guys are eh?? Fucking piece of shit...
Just a friend
--------------
Well, you are like a show piece in my house. I will call you whenever I
need you. If you call me home the chances are 9 out of 10 times she
might say, "Oh Rahul, I am going out can you call me after 2 days??"
Rahul: "Where are you going Shilpa??"
Shilpa: "None of your business" and bangs the phone. (Useless fellow.
Hmmph!).
Good Friend
------------
You are like a TV remote control. I need you and I know that. But I try
using you when I really need you.
Rahul calls: "Hi Shilpa",
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am going out with family I will call you back. Bye"
(Shilpa calls back after two days)
Shilpa: "What do you want Rahul? Why did you call that day?".
Rahul: "Generally".
Shilpa: "Oh ok. I got to go out. Will call you later. Bye."
Will call when she needs lecture notes or some concert tickets.
Very good friend
-----------------
Well you are like the pressure cooker safety value for the girl. She
will need you when she wants to bring out her pain or anger on someone.
Basically, she wants to talk to you. And you are special to her.
Shilpa: "You know Rahul, Shekhar is not eating. He doesn't sleep and is
not able to concentrate on his studies. I think he doesn't like me
anymore. And yesterday I saw him with another girl".
Rahul: "Who is Shekhar??"
Shilpa : "My boyfriend."
Rahul: Oh! ok. :-(
Best Friend
------------
You are like the auto rickshaw driver. She can't live without you. And
don't be mistaken. You are not her boyfriend. But you are allowed to
take her little doggie around the park so that he (not you!) can do
poo-poo. Rahul Shopping. Rahul Movie. Rahul Coffee. Rahul, you pay. I am
having fun. Rahul is now sure that he should go ahead and propose. He
dares.
Shilpa: "But I thought we were just friends. We should remain friends
Rahul. Plus, I have a boy friend you know that."
Rahul: What?? (Rahul drinks all night).
Best of the Bestest Friends
----------------------------
Ok now you are really special. You are
dad-cum-boyfriend-cum-brother-cum-everything. Ultimately you are the
darling servant of the girl. You take her around. You make her project.
You do her assignments. You are allowed to take her doggie around. You
can hold hands on the beach. You can see the sun set with her (because
she wants to do everything she drags you along). But but but... don't be
mistaken. She has a boyfriend who works for a huge software company and
earns 3 time the salary you earn and has a flat in Poes Garden or Boat
Club or Hiranandani area.
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am getting engaged to Shekhar. Shekhar this is
Rahul, he is my bestest friend".
Rahul: Hi Shekhar. (Hand shake. Shekhar breaks Rahul's wrist).
Rahul is now heart broken and wrist broken.
Boyfriend
-----------
Uh... No comments dude. You're already screwed.
True Right?
What the fuck do some ppl think guys are eh?? Fucking piece of shit...
Just a friend
--------------
Well, you are like a show piece in my house. I will call you whenever I
need you. If you call me home the chances are 9 out of 10 times she
might say, "Oh Rahul, I am going out can you call me after 2 days??"
Rahul: "Where are you going Shilpa??"
Shilpa: "None of your business" and bangs the phone. (Useless fellow.
Hmmph!).
Good Friend
------------
You are like a TV remote control. I need you and I know that. But I try
using you when I really need you.
Rahul calls: "Hi Shilpa",
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am going out with family I will call you back. Bye"
(Shilpa calls back after two days)
Shilpa: "What do you want Rahul? Why did you call that day?".
Rahul: "Generally".
Shilpa: "Oh ok. I got to go out. Will call you later. Bye."
Will call when she needs lecture notes or some concert tickets.
Very good friend
-----------------
Well you are like the pressure cooker safety value for the girl. She
will need you when she wants to bring out her pain or anger on someone.
Basically, she wants to talk to you. And you are special to her.
Shilpa: "You know Rahul, Shekhar is not eating. He doesn't sleep and is
not able to concentrate on his studies. I think he doesn't like me
anymore. And yesterday I saw him with another girl".
Rahul: "Who is Shekhar??"
Shilpa : "My boyfriend."
Rahul: Oh! ok. :-(
Best Friend
------------
You are like the auto rickshaw driver. She can't live without you. And
don't be mistaken. You are not her boyfriend. But you are allowed to
take her little doggie around the park so that he (not you!) can do
poo-poo. Rahul Shopping. Rahul Movie. Rahul Coffee. Rahul, you pay. I am
having fun. Rahul is now sure that he should go ahead and propose. He
dares.
Shilpa: "But I thought we were just friends. We should remain friends
Rahul. Plus, I have a boy friend you know that."
Rahul: What?? (Rahul drinks all night).
Best of the Bestest Friends
----------------------------
Ok now you are really special. You are
dad-cum-boyfriend-cum-brother-cum-everything. Ultimately you are the
darling servant of the girl. You take her around. You make her project.
You do her assignments. You are allowed to take her doggie around. You
can hold hands on the beach. You can see the sun set with her (because
she wants to do everything she drags you along). But but but... don't be
mistaken. She has a boyfriend who works for a huge software company and
earns 3 time the salary you earn and has a flat in Poes Garden or Boat
Club or Hiranandani area.
Shilpa: "Hi Rahul. I am getting engaged to Shekhar. Shekhar this is
Rahul, he is my bestest friend".
Rahul: Hi Shekhar. (Hand shake. Shekhar breaks Rahul's wrist).
Rahul is now heart broken and wrist broken.
Boyfriend
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Uh... No comments dude. You're already screwed.
True Right?
Sunday, August 06, 2006
tweak'd
Adhoori saans thi
Dhadkan adhoori thi
adhoore hai hum
magar ab chaand poora hai falak(sky) pe
najaane kab poore honge hum.........
Dhadkan adhoori thi
adhoore hai hum
magar ab chaand poora hai falak(sky) pe
najaane kab poore honge hum.........
Wednesday, August 02, 2006
Stupid
STUPID. This is a word used for broad spectrum denigration. But when a discerning text uses its Sanskrit equivalent -- moodha or moorkha -- an exploration is in order. The Gita qualifies it as reverse perception -- to draw conclusions contrary to the logic of reasoning is to be plain stupid.
Homo sapiens are expected to think first, think straight, then decide and act. Most of us would like to be persuaded that we do. And yet...
Let us take things that can give us happiness. -- a juicy list of bank balances, exciting projects, farm villas, delectable food, company or music, plum postings. But that vice-chancellorship for which I lobbied became vapid when my collegaue bagged a gubernatorial assignment and the long awaited cruise in the Caribbean turned out to be an unmitigated curse since I kept throwing up.
Fulfilled desires often do not leep their part of the bargain and bring joy as they expected, or that joy evaporates much too soon -- making the appetite turn to fresh desires adn fresher frustrations. To depend on desires for happiness seems a ver dicey proposition. Worse, innumerable variables of the world then control my happiness and lord it over me.
A closer look at the bilateral dynamics between me and the object of my desire may help. If happiness is not in the object then, logically, the only other locus for it can be me, myself. It is MY quality that I bounce off the exhibits of the world and call it happiness acquired; nothing can give me happiness. Logically, thus, happiness is not acquired, it is my own self, my own nature( that is why I am uncomfortable being unhappy). The world only offers pegs to hang it on. I can decide to festoon every peg in sight and make life a royal celebration.
To deny this logic and to feel dependant on anything for happiness is a reversal of logical understanding, and hence "stupid"; to beg for happiness from the world and its paraphernalia would be stupider still, and to make one's life acquisition-centric turns out to be stupidity par excellence.
Stupidity, thus, indicates terminology of discernment, highlighting risks that threaten our status as human beingts -- for having been provided with intellect, the option of stupidity is not open to us !
- SHASHI MISHRA
Homo sapiens are expected to think first, think straight, then decide and act. Most of us would like to be persuaded that we do. And yet...
Let us take things that can give us happiness. -- a juicy list of bank balances, exciting projects, farm villas, delectable food, company or music, plum postings. But that vice-chancellorship for which I lobbied became vapid when my collegaue bagged a gubernatorial assignment and the long awaited cruise in the Caribbean turned out to be an unmitigated curse since I kept throwing up.
Fulfilled desires often do not leep their part of the bargain and bring joy as they expected, or that joy evaporates much too soon -- making the appetite turn to fresh desires adn fresher frustrations. To depend on desires for happiness seems a ver dicey proposition. Worse, innumerable variables of the world then control my happiness and lord it over me.
A closer look at the bilateral dynamics between me and the object of my desire may help. If happiness is not in the object then, logically, the only other locus for it can be me, myself. It is MY quality that I bounce off the exhibits of the world and call it happiness acquired; nothing can give me happiness. Logically, thus, happiness is not acquired, it is my own self, my own nature( that is why I am uncomfortable being unhappy). The world only offers pegs to hang it on. I can decide to festoon every peg in sight and make life a royal celebration.
To deny this logic and to feel dependant on anything for happiness is a reversal of logical understanding, and hence "stupid"; to beg for happiness from the world and its paraphernalia would be stupider still, and to make one's life acquisition-centric turns out to be stupidity par excellence.
Stupidity, thus, indicates terminology of discernment, highlighting risks that threaten our status as human beingts -- for having been provided with intellect, the option of stupidity is not open to us !
- SHASHI MISHRA
Friday, July 28, 2006
Married women
Married women are cute
(no no)
Some married women are cute
(no no)
Some married women who have small kids are cute !
(no no)
Some married women are cute
(no no)
Some married women who have small kids are cute !
Microsoft will guide you home...
Site : google.com
Search phrase : Fix you tabs
Two of the results :
FIX: You may experience unexpected behavior when you press TAB or ...
Fixes an issue where keystrokes and mouse activity may not work as expected when you use the Show method in a COM client application to create an instance ...support.microsoft.com/kb/885446/ - Similar pages
FIX: You receive a "Page cannot be displayed" error message in ...
FIX: You receive a "Page cannot be displayed" error message in Internet ... To find the difference between UTC and local time, use the Time Zone tab in the ...support.microsoft.com/kb/884534/ - Similar pages[ More results from support.microsoft.com ]
These are new chords that I dont know....Advanced guitar tabs from Microsoft....
Search phrase : Fix you tabs
Two of the results :
FIX: You may experience unexpected behavior when you press TAB or ...
Fixes an issue where keystrokes and mouse activity may not work as expected when you use the Show method in a COM client application to create an instance ...support.microsoft.com/kb/885446/ - Similar pages
FIX: You receive a "Page cannot be displayed" error message in ...
FIX: You receive a "Page cannot be displayed" error message in Internet ... To find the difference between UTC and local time, use the Time Zone tab in the ...support.microsoft.com/kb/884534/ - Similar pages[ More results from support.microsoft.com ]
These are new chords that I dont know....Advanced guitar tabs from Microsoft....
Thursday, July 27, 2006
Ooooooooooooom
Shivraj kumaaru kissige damaaru !!
Welcome friends to an outright movie review of mine....This post will talk about nothing else but the movie Om, which after religiously and illegally bunking office I managed to catch with my dosts (who wish to remain unnamed :P ), in a rather acoustically exuberant theater called nalanda.
This was a movie which had fascinated me some ten years ago, when my brother and his friends who had watched it had described it to me. Basically they managed to create a picture of the movie that it was a bad, wicked radikaal movie ! And since then I have wanted to watch it.....
And as I was perusing thru the daily news paper, lo behold ! Its here in Bangalore and playing ! Instant "sketches" start forming in my head..... I decide that I HAVE to watch it this time.... Had been tryin to get a cd of Om for a long time too...
So we finally make it to the 4.30 show and movie has already started. Following points abt movie are noteworthy
1. How amazing and bold and unique it was for its time
2. How powerfully the concept of love has been shown
3. How well, the capabilities of a woman and the weaknesses of a man have been depicted.
4. Cunning symbolism
5. Some typical upendra like dialogues, with a sting
6. Good casting and damn good acting by Mr Shiv raj
I think I am done...Most boring blog to date?
Welcome friends to an outright movie review of mine....This post will talk about nothing else but the movie Om, which after religiously and illegally bunking office I managed to catch with my dosts (who wish to remain unnamed :P ), in a rather acoustically exuberant theater called nalanda.
This was a movie which had fascinated me some ten years ago, when my brother and his friends who had watched it had described it to me. Basically they managed to create a picture of the movie that it was a bad, wicked radikaal movie ! And since then I have wanted to watch it.....
And as I was perusing thru the daily news paper, lo behold ! Its here in Bangalore and playing ! Instant "sketches" start forming in my head..... I decide that I HAVE to watch it this time.... Had been tryin to get a cd of Om for a long time too...
So we finally make it to the 4.30 show and movie has already started. Following points abt movie are noteworthy
1. How amazing and bold and unique it was for its time
2. How powerfully the concept of love has been shown
3. How well, the capabilities of a woman and the weaknesses of a man have been depicted.
4. Cunning symbolism
5. Some typical upendra like dialogues, with a sting
6. Good casting and damn good acting by Mr Shiv raj
I think I am done...Most boring blog to date?
Tuesday, July 25, 2006
enidu ah?
Parvateee!? Parvatee!? Are engineers like me slogging over a problem that does not exist? Or is this a probable entry into the WTF archives!? :P
The loneliness of the long distance runner
A cold shower is something that can be effectively deployed to tackle a staggering , unwillingtogotooffice young budding software engineer....
That he ends up with a headache and higher levels of drowsiness is just a joincidence (coincidence with a j)
The clever chap then proceeds to act in a 'laissez faire' manner, allowing procedings (events in the day, time, ppl etc etc) to wash over him as he stands in the sand with his feet buried in the shea sore...
Waves over waves hit him everywhere.....but the ingenious bloke has buried his feet what? He is impervious to the kinetic energy !
Of course his ipod got washed away, in the second wave, into oblivion..........
That he ends up with a headache and higher levels of drowsiness is just a joincidence (coincidence with a j)
The clever chap then proceeds to act in a 'laissez faire' manner, allowing procedings (events in the day, time, ppl etc etc) to wash over him as he stands in the sand with his feet buried in the shea sore...
Waves over waves hit him everywhere.....but the ingenious bloke has buried his feet what? He is impervious to the kinetic energy !
Of course his ipod got washed away, in the second wave, into oblivion..........
Sunday, July 23, 2006
psychedelic libraries?
There sits on C:\, on my comp, as we speak a file called "Pink Floyd.dll"
Not sure what it does....
Not sure what it does....
Thursday, July 20, 2006
Acronyms
Wonderful "little" things they are !
Serve so many purposes, what? You are writing a mail, you wanna sound cool and wanto dominate, you throw in a good ol "AFAIK" and lo behold, all readers are in awe of u ...
You want to express anger, disbelief etc etc ?!? You just say "WTF!!!???" ... you are spared from using the F word eh, but equally effective...
And there are members of the gentler sex(hengsru) around, and you want to say something gross, obscene or controversial, well ppl have used their creative juices in this domain too.....For example, "maga monne en KLPD aaythu gotta...." might usually leave members of the fairer sex going "eh?!" ... That there exist some exceptions to this, just means that females mite resort to blackmail, extortion, bribery to extract such valuable info....And their success lies in the fact that us men are weak to their methods, not in the ingenuity of the algorithm used
Of course, the IT world has enough of these acronyms to make a hotel menu out of it....... "I'm working in the OVSPI division in TFI project....Recently there was a GIR team meeting to discuss this year's FPR output for OVNM"
Hmmm
They just sound cool don they ??? :P
Serve so many purposes, what? You are writing a mail, you wanna sound cool and wanto dominate, you throw in a good ol "AFAIK" and lo behold, all readers are in awe of u ...
You want to express anger, disbelief etc etc ?!? You just say "WTF!!!???" ... you are spared from using the F word eh, but equally effective...
And there are members of the gentler sex(hengsru) around, and you want to say something gross, obscene or controversial, well ppl have used their creative juices in this domain too.....For example, "maga monne en KLPD aaythu gotta...." might usually leave members of the fairer sex going "eh?!" ... That there exist some exceptions to this, just means that females mite resort to blackmail, extortion, bribery to extract such valuable info....And their success lies in the fact that us men are weak to their methods, not in the ingenuity of the algorithm used
Of course, the IT world has enough of these acronyms to make a hotel menu out of it....... "I'm working in the OVSPI division in TFI project....Recently there was a GIR team meeting to discuss this year's FPR output for OVNM"
Hmmm
They just sound cool don they ??? :P
Saturday, July 15, 2006
Could it be....
....that a memory could cause u equal amounts of happiness and sadness?
The naming of this webpage as a pensieve is finally justified. You see, Professor Dumbledore (hogwarts ( harry's (of harry potter fame) school ) headmaster) used it to store away memories when he felt that he had too much in his mind to think about....It was also a store for important memories which needed storage and could be recalled at will, at ease...
".....the lawn......a huge screen.........dosts around........stalls......events......not too many ppl in the western music stall.......DC going on.......some song played, which i heard for the first time in the western music thingy....."
(hazy till now i agree....the mind is a hard thing to harness.....some clarity follows)
".....sitting with legs stretched out supported by my palms behind me....one homo sapien beside me......one in front......a popular song starts on stage.....cultural night.....the last such thing i can legally attend...
Its popular and one of my favs.....I cant help it......I start humming it...before i know it I am into a full blown rendition of the melody......the speakers are good, they cancel out my singing, but not completely cos the homo sapien(s) around me can hear me alrite.....the one in front, in some context says, 'I was listening to U sing' ........"
ashte thats the memory
This memory cannot be forced out of my head.....presently It might be required of/from me to remove other things and tolerate others, but this one wont go......just in case it is made to, I have a backup here
The naming of this webpage as a pensieve is finally justified. You see, Professor Dumbledore (hogwarts ( harry's (of harry potter fame) school ) headmaster) used it to store away memories when he felt that he had too much in his mind to think about....It was also a store for important memories which needed storage and could be recalled at will, at ease...
".....the lawn......a huge screen.........dosts around........stalls......events......not too many ppl in the western music stall.......DC going on.......some song played, which i heard for the first time in the western music thingy....."
(hazy till now i agree....the mind is a hard thing to harness.....some clarity follows)
".....sitting with legs stretched out supported by my palms behind me....one homo sapien beside me......one in front......a popular song starts on stage.....cultural night.....the last such thing i can legally attend...
Its popular and one of my favs.....I cant help it......I start humming it...before i know it I am into a full blown rendition of the melody......the speakers are good, they cancel out my singing, but not completely cos the homo sapien(s) around me can hear me alrite.....the one in front, in some context says, 'I was listening to U sing' ........"
ashte thats the memory
This memory cannot be forced out of my head.....presently It might be required of/from me to remove other things and tolerate others, but this one wont go......just in case it is made to, I have a backup here
Thursday, July 13, 2006
Wednesday, July 12, 2006
Pain2pleasure
Jab dard nahi tha seene mein
To khaak mazaa tha jeene mein
Ab ke shaayad hum bhi roye
Saavan ke mahine mein
As most of you dont know, I was recently queried about my masochistic tendencies... Concisely put, the previous sentence meant taht i was called a masochist (am not posting its meaning here...work for me a lil bit)
well, an interesting topic in itself pain is, we are here to talk about masochism a lil bit.... Just because somebody empathises with a situation and appreciates such poetic beauty created by pain, duzn mean that he/she is a masochist....
How do ppl express/relieve themselves pain/sadness anyways? By drinking? By keeping it inside? By writing poetry? (aaaaaaaaahha!) By smashing things? Thru anger? Hmmm Just a list
Well recently I've been robbed of reason sometimes.....My friends causing me some distress recently by being unreasonable or without a reason, without a reasonable answer.... Well the more I get that, the more I am forced to do an internal .l.. to them and their affairs slowly, for my own well being and health....
Iam basically not a "I don't care" person....I am usually not rude..... That doesnt mean I cant develop those talents
Hey you! Don't make me develop those talents.....Don't take things for granted....Don't push the wrong buttons and end up losing a friend.......
To khaak mazaa tha jeene mein
Ab ke shaayad hum bhi roye
Saavan ke mahine mein
As most of you dont know, I was recently queried about my masochistic tendencies... Concisely put, the previous sentence meant taht i was called a masochist (am not posting its meaning here...work for me a lil bit)
well, an interesting topic in itself pain is, we are here to talk about masochism a lil bit.... Just because somebody empathises with a situation and appreciates such poetic beauty created by pain, duzn mean that he/she is a masochist....
How do ppl express/relieve themselves pain/sadness anyways? By drinking? By keeping it inside? By writing poetry? (aaaaaaaaahha!) By smashing things? Thru anger? Hmmm Just a list
Well recently I've been robbed of reason sometimes.....My friends causing me some distress recently by being unreasonable or without a reason, without a reasonable answer.... Well the more I get that, the more I am forced to do an internal .l.. to them and their affairs slowly, for my own well being and health....
Iam basically not a "I don't care" person....I am usually not rude..... That doesnt mean I cant develop those talents
Hey you! Don't make me develop those talents.....Don't take things for granted....Don't push the wrong buttons and end up losing a friend.......
Monday, July 10, 2006
Siyahiyon se ulajh padti hai.....
How freaky is it to wake up with a song running in your head, and come downstairs to the kitchen to have coffee only to have the same bloody song playing on the radio !!!!
Thursday, July 06, 2006
ghazal
Kyun hamen maut ke paigham(message) diye jaate hain
Ye saza kam to nahin hai ke jiye jaate hain ?!?!
nashaa dono main hai saaqi(female bartender) mujhe gham de ya sharaab
mai(wine) bhi pi jaati hai aasun bhi piye jaate hain
Zindagi apni kashaakash(struggle) mein guzarti hain shamim
ji nahin chahta jeene ko jiye jaate hain (!!!!)
Ye saza kam to nahin hai ke jiye jaate hain ?!?!
nashaa dono main hai saaqi(female bartender) mujhe gham de ya sharaab
mai(wine) bhi pi jaati hai aasun bhi piye jaate hain
Zindagi apni kashaakash(struggle) mein guzarti hain shamim
ji nahin chahta jeene ko jiye jaate hain (!!!!)
Wednesday, July 05, 2006
autism
"an abnormal absorption with the self; marked by communication disorders and short attention span and inability to treat others as people"
Asperger's syndrome
"...is characterized by normal intelligence and language development, but deficiencies in social and communication skills..."
This is a movie review, of sorts
Bleary eyed as i managed to stay awake and attempted to watch the semi finals italy vs germany, the pace of the match made me shift focus to other channels.... On start movies was on, a weird looking movie.... Decided to pursue it cos i saw Radha Mitchell, a good lookin babe of sorts.... Then entered Josh hartnett, the only other movie of whom i've seen is 40 days 40 nights... This movie, as i later found out is called Mozart and the Whale, is about the topics i've listed above.. Although autism to many ppl rings a bell about One mr Dustin Hoffman and the movee Rainman, i must say this movie definitely portrayed an interesting scenario with interesting characters.....
What do you get when you throw two people "suffering" (controversial word) from autism into a relationship?!? You get a situation, where the girl says to the guy in a scene "Hey cmon its all about sex now !" ... The girl is apparently devoid of a censor in her mind.... She says what she feels (So not me..... My feelings shall from now on not be posted here, to trouble my devoted readers.... Lets just say my feelings have found another refuge, a s'e-'cret place.... )
Hartnett, who played the comic, loverboy in 40 days 40 nights, gives a good performance. That i woke up after watching this movie, is partly due to his performance and partly due to the fact that i started thinking abt how autism/Asperger's syndrome affects ppl and how close normal ppl (like me) are to being autists (dono if its the right usage) !!
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gham-e-hasti khareedne walo, maut sasti hai log kehte hai
Phew ! I finally found out what this means..... This means "oh ppl who are looking to buy a sadness filled life, it seems death is cheap enough...."
Devre!?!? ankonde
Asperger's syndrome
"...is characterized by normal intelligence and language development, but deficiencies in social and communication skills..."
This is a movie review, of sorts
Bleary eyed as i managed to stay awake and attempted to watch the semi finals italy vs germany, the pace of the match made me shift focus to other channels.... On start movies was on, a weird looking movie.... Decided to pursue it cos i saw Radha Mitchell, a good lookin babe of sorts.... Then entered Josh hartnett, the only other movie of whom i've seen is 40 days 40 nights... This movie, as i later found out is called Mozart and the Whale, is about the topics i've listed above.. Although autism to many ppl rings a bell about One mr Dustin Hoffman and the movee Rainman, i must say this movie definitely portrayed an interesting scenario with interesting characters.....
What do you get when you throw two people "suffering" (controversial word) from autism into a relationship?!? You get a situation, where the girl says to the guy in a scene "Hey cmon its all about sex now !" ... The girl is apparently devoid of a censor in her mind.... She says what she feels (So not me..... My feelings shall from now on not be posted here, to trouble my devoted readers.... Lets just say my feelings have found another refuge, a s'e-'cret place.... )
Hartnett, who played the comic, loverboy in 40 days 40 nights, gives a good performance. That i woke up after watching this movie, is partly due to his performance and partly due to the fact that i started thinking abt how autism/Asperger's syndrome affects ppl and how close normal ppl (like me) are to being autists (dono if its the right usage) !!
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gham-e-hasti khareedne walo, maut sasti hai log kehte hai
Phew ! I finally found out what this means..... This means "oh ppl who are looking to buy a sadness filled life, it seems death is cheap enough...."
Devre!?!? ankonde
Tuesday, July 04, 2006
uhhhhhhhhhh.............ooffffffffffffffffffffff
I did a blow job on my one year old candle
Nothing/nobody came on me
02:01PM S, Muralidhar : ivatthu nange TQ* nalli ond varsha aaytu, adikke vedanta hodita ideeni
02:03PM bekku mari: hey cool
02:03PM bekku mari:
02:03PM S, Muralidhar : yeah
02:03PM bekku mari: like I told Ronaldinho*
02:03PM bekku mari: I won't congratulate u
02:03PM bekku mari: coz it's demeaning
02:03PM S, Muralidhar : why so?
02:04PM bekku mari: as if somebody'd throw u out
* - DUmb substitutions to avoid name taking and finger pointing
Wait.... I am pointing a finger right?...........
Nothing/nobody came on me
02:01PM S, Muralidhar : ivatthu nange TQ* nalli ond varsha aaytu, adikke vedanta hodita ideeni
02:03PM bekku mari: hey cool
02:03PM bekku mari:
02:03PM S, Muralidhar : yeah
02:03PM bekku mari: like I told Ronaldinho*
02:03PM bekku mari: I won't congratulate u
02:03PM bekku mari: coz it's demeaning
02:03PM S, Muralidhar : why so?
02:04PM bekku mari: as if somebody'd throw u out
* - DUmb substitutions to avoid name taking and finger pointing
Wait.... I am pointing a finger right?...........
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
Vivid enough....
It was a sunny afternoon, somewhere in the depths of south bangalore, lay a much much younger ally, on his bed lazing away, thinking happily and peacefully of the time about to pass through him, as he would leave to play cricket with his cronies..... It was all perfect..... The class had finished at the right time and he had gotten home at the right enough time and the sun was intense enough to stimulate the players but enough to relieve the minds of the sportsmen of any chance of rain squashing their hopes........
Ah how could i forget?? He was listening, also, to radio city, the hip hep and happening music station recently launched, on a stereo which his bro won in a music competition with great aplomb !! With sun rays sauntering thru the half open window of his room, the dj announced some song (ally didnt care which one...he was in a blissful state already remember??) and it started
Thats it !! Captivated is one word to be definitely used...Ally wasnt rock aware then, poor boy.....He was thoroughly and completely compelled to surrender to the song, that ethereal mystical melodious piece of art which meddled with his senses (coupled with the sun rays....ah what a scene !! ). Alas ! He had not paid enough attention to listen to the song's name....He pleaded and implored with his "rockin" friends, to help him to reunite him with it.....it had something to do with heaven, an angel, god, something like that....he hadnt grasped the lyrics
well either ! oh no what to do....
Its quite a while later, Ally has a guitar in his hand and he is one with that elusive song alrite ! But now he has set his sights higher.....To reproduce it ! And as he looks at the tabs, the guitar work exhibited by the scorpions in the making of send me an angel, he only wonders..... As to how such beauty is even created........
I will always remember my first rock song..........
Ah how could i forget?? He was listening, also, to radio city, the hip hep and happening music station recently launched, on a stereo which his bro won in a music competition with great aplomb !! With sun rays sauntering thru the half open window of his room, the dj announced some song (ally didnt care which one...he was in a blissful state already remember??) and it started
Thats it !! Captivated is one word to be definitely used...Ally wasnt rock aware then, poor boy.....He was thoroughly and completely compelled to surrender to the song, that ethereal mystical melodious piece of art which meddled with his senses (coupled with the sun rays....ah what a scene !! ). Alas ! He had not paid enough attention to listen to the song's name....He pleaded and implored with his "rockin" friends, to help him to reunite him with it.....it had something to do with heaven, an angel, god, something like that....he hadnt grasped the lyrics
well either ! oh no what to do....
Its quite a while later, Ally has a guitar in his hand and he is one with that elusive song alrite ! But now he has set his sights higher.....To reproduce it ! And as he looks at the tabs, the guitar work exhibited by the scorpions in the making of send me an angel, he only wonders..... As to how such beauty is even created........
I will always remember my first rock song..........
Monday, June 26, 2006
...his is The CopyRight of Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah Lyrics belongs to the writer or performer of Jeff Buckley - Hallelujah any copyin......
i heard there was a secret chord
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
that david played and it pleased the lord
but you don't really care for music, do you
well it goes like this the fourth, the fifth
the minor fall and the major lift
the baffled king composing hallelujah
hallelujah...
well your faith was strong but you needed proof
you saw her bathing on the roof
her beauty and the moonlight overthrew you
she tied you to her kitchen chair
she broke your throne and she cut your hair
and from your lips she drew the hallelujah
hallelujah...
baby i've been here before
i've seen this room and i've walked this floor
i used to live alone before i knew you
i've seen your flag on the marble arch
but love is not a victory march
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
well there was a time when you let me know
what's really going on below
but now you never show that to me do you
but remember when i moved in you
and the holy dove was moving too
and every breath we drew was hallelujah
well, maybe there's a god above
but all i've ever learned from love
was how to shoot somebody who outdrew you
it's not a cry that you hear at night
it's not somebody who's seen the light
it's a cold and it's a broken hallelujah
hallelujah...
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
self Floccinaucinihilipilification
(Fade to black running in excessive volume)
I do not know why this bloody number is given so much importance.....
"Cmere hey ! Hey!!
That's Rachel....she's the one who used to live here
Might as well be honest with you....we love her
But we cant have her
I really miss her"
- Joey to a shaggy dog
My hundredth post......The centurion
I would like to blame the ppl who caused me to write this blog in the first place, for it to have reached such a "golden" state.........How dare you mess with my life???!?! (Griz is already going bonkers by now reading all this)
Especially you, you, you and you of course you bitch !
By this time, my faithful readers will have ascertained and or or or and or and or guessed (correctly) that mr li's ( that is me) joie de vivre is at an alltime low......
As my mind floats between homely issues, officely issues and other issues (there always HAVE to be some issues pah! ) and i land on the thought focused on confirming that query of yours (stated above), I will say the following words : "That bitch shudnt have....huh? what?! Oh yeah...yes yes you are right"
Being a man
=========
Recently I learnt that men have higher powers of controlling their emotions and not brooding about something and not making a big deal of something......They also are, apparently, lucky to be born as men ! Cos they have so many advantages ante !! I've also heard men being portrayed as almost close to heartless creatures (not possessing the ability to feel much)
The line that punched me aka the punch line ---->
I was also told recently to "control my feelings and be a man"
...................
"........He looked at her as she carried on doing her usual work, her typing and gathering her stuff as she prepared to leave for lunch..... HOW ?! How could she not understand what went on in his mind? Inside his heart?! Cos if she knew, then it would seem miraculous, her words and her actions.....But then again, his emotions were not of an ordinary nature were they? Some would call them foolish, but he couldn't help being, thinking ...... FEELING the way he felt..... And caught between his feelings/desire and reality, which sadly were in conflict in his case, and painfully aware of both but not at the same time (AAHA!), he toiled.....he continued to toil
.....And as he thought of how the words, the exact same words above could someday make good reading material to some ppl, he came out of his evening based reverie and thought again abt that sharp pain in his heart/chest...... And focused again on his work.....Without success, needless to say................"
To live is to die playing now..............Just pierces you, nothing short, that song does, especially the slow part in the middle !
Ashte .... saakaythu, saturation
Turn the page murali
Malko hogu muchkondu....
I do not know why this bloody number is given so much importance.....
"Cmere hey ! Hey!!
That's Rachel....she's the one who used to live here
Might as well be honest with you....we love her
But we cant have her
I really miss her"
- Joey to a shaggy dog
My hundredth post......The centurion
I would like to blame the ppl who caused me to write this blog in the first place, for it to have reached such a "golden" state.........How dare you mess with my life???!?! (Griz is already going bonkers by now reading all this)
Especially you, you, you and you of course you bitch !
By this time, my faithful readers will have ascertained and or or or and or and or guessed (correctly) that mr li's ( that is me) joie de vivre is at an alltime low......
As my mind floats between homely issues, officely issues and other issues (there always HAVE to be some issues pah! ) and i land on the thought focused on confirming that query of yours (stated above), I will say the following words : "That bitch shudnt have....huh? what?! Oh yeah...yes yes you are right"
Being a man
=========
Recently I learnt that men have higher powers of controlling their emotions and not brooding about something and not making a big deal of something......They also are, apparently, lucky to be born as men ! Cos they have so many advantages ante !! I've also heard men being portrayed as almost close to heartless creatures (not possessing the ability to feel much)
The line that punched me aka the punch line ---->
I was also told recently to "control my feelings and be a man"
...................
"........He looked at her as she carried on doing her usual work, her typing and gathering her stuff as she prepared to leave for lunch..... HOW ?! How could she not understand what went on in his mind? Inside his heart?! Cos if she knew, then it would seem miraculous, her words and her actions.....But then again, his emotions were not of an ordinary nature were they? Some would call them foolish, but he couldn't help being, thinking ...... FEELING the way he felt..... And caught between his feelings/desire and reality, which sadly were in conflict in his case, and painfully aware of both but not at the same time (AAHA!), he toiled.....he continued to toil
.....And as he thought of how the words, the exact same words above could someday make good reading material to some ppl, he came out of his evening based reverie and thought again abt that sharp pain in his heart/chest...... And focused again on his work.....Without success, needless to say................"
To live is to die playing now..............Just pierces you, nothing short, that song does, especially the slow part in the middle !
Ashte .... saakaythu, saturation
Turn the page murali
Malko hogu muchkondu....
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
No time to think abt subjects n all
Bekittaaaa?
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekitta????
Wise man once said "Know your role and shut your mouth, jebroni!"
Hear hear ! I'd pay to have that repeat in the innards of my inner brain forever for some time(contradiction kaansta?)......
Rudity ginta, ninage indu sikkida ondu vaakya, adrallidda nija ninnanna chakita golisithu magane ! tathaasthu anta devaru kotta vara anta muchkondu itko ! ninge olledu.......
====================================================================
I ate mangoes of my house today !! For the uninitiated, there groweth a mango tree in the back of my house's backside....... We, thru learned sources, found out that by plucking the fruits in the kaayi stage, and storing them in baskets filled with hullu, the fruits will ripen and we shall be able to enjoy successfully and ably the sweet old mango king of all fruits
All kidding aside, the one person whose facial expression and gleam in the e.(this is wodehouse style....he just cant write "eye" there....he has to write e.) just are inescapable and non-erasable from my head is my good ol bro ! how he would've liked to get his molars and canines into one of these juicy babies, only him and me know (Padma, is THIS right english?!?!?!?)
A toast to you, oh brother, every mango vaate i squish and squeeze from now on shall be in ur name !!
Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeekitta????
Wise man once said "Know your role and shut your mouth, jebroni!"
Hear hear ! I'd pay to have that repeat in the innards of my inner brain forever for some time(contradiction kaansta?)......
Rudity ginta, ninage indu sikkida ondu vaakya, adrallidda nija ninnanna chakita golisithu magane ! tathaasthu anta devaru kotta vara anta muchkondu itko ! ninge olledu.......
====================================================================
I ate mangoes of my house today !! For the uninitiated, there groweth a mango tree in the back of my house's backside....... We, thru learned sources, found out that by plucking the fruits in the kaayi stage, and storing them in baskets filled with hullu, the fruits will ripen and we shall be able to enjoy successfully and ably the sweet old mango king of all fruits
All kidding aside, the one person whose facial expression and gleam in the e.(this is wodehouse style....he just cant write "eye" there....he has to write e.) just are inescapable and non-erasable from my head is my good ol bro ! how he would've liked to get his molars and canines into one of these juicy babies, only him and me know (Padma, is THIS right english?!?!?!?)
A toast to you, oh brother, every mango vaate i squish and squeeze from now on shall be in ur name !!
Monday, June 05, 2006
My hp bag containing food
............is what I went back for to the site of the calamity (In a very, VERY short description of what happened, there was an accident caused by me due to "dangerous driving" on JC road this monday)
The main (and only)point I would like to make here is :
There is atleast one cocksucking motherfucker auto driver (oh sorry, "bastard") in Bangalore, who when offered twenty two rupees fifty paise against a meter of twenty three rupees,in a moment of crisis (he knows abt the crisis ) refuses to oblige as a human being and shows his ugly inner side by asking for twenty five rupees
God does have a sense of humour
- Col Frank Slade, Scent of a Woman
The main (and only)point I would like to make here is :
There is atleast one cocksucking motherfucker auto driver (oh sorry, "bastard") in Bangalore, who when offered twenty two rupees fifty paise against a meter of twenty three rupees,in a moment of crisis (he knows abt the crisis ) refuses to oblige as a human being and shows his ugly inner side by asking for twenty five rupees
God does have a sense of humour
- Col Frank Slade, Scent of a Woman
Sunday, June 04, 2006
Circumlocution
Today's saying of high value : "Maatu nudidare hoythu, muttu odidare hoythu"
( Words if spoken are gone, pearls if broken are gone)
Nailed in my head
From my creator
You gave me a life now
Show me how to live
So I dub me unforgiven........
Ppl have told me I talk a lot.....Ppl have called me goofy, stupid, irritating (Did i miss anything?)
I just used to shrug them off to believe in myself and my identity (refer to prev post for good qurt qobain quote)
Now, its time to take some time off
P.S : Circumlocution avoids circumlocution
( Words if spoken are gone, pearls if broken are gone)
Nailed in my head
From my creator
You gave me a life now
Show me how to live
So I dub me unforgiven........
Ppl have told me I talk a lot.....Ppl have called me goofy, stupid, irritating (Did i miss anything?)
I just used to shrug them off to believe in myself and my identity (refer to prev post for good qurt qobain quote)
Now, its time to take some time off
P.S : Circumlocution avoids circumlocution
Thursday, June 01, 2006
No change I cant change I cant change
I cant be him
I cant do that (Right now)
The point is maybe, I needn't....I shoudln't........
Even if i did, it would make no difference.....
Hence :
Two things more are supposed to be reported here :
........D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so........
........D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry........
AND
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
I cant do that (Right now)
The point is maybe, I needn't....I shoudln't........
Even if i did, it would make no difference.....
Hence :
Two things more are supposed to be reported here :
........D'you know you know I love you so
You know I love you so........
........D'you know for you i bleed myself dry
For you i bleed myself dry........
AND
Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are.
Monday, May 29, 2006
dont u shiver??
Had to siphon this off my head......
Time 8:55 AM
Mood : Sad
You would be too, if you dreamt of sad things.....Not by choice, lemme tell u
First, I dreamt my brother was coming back home.....Upon asking my dad as to the time of his arrival, lo ! the brother actually arrived !!!! We are full talking and all, and the lights went out ! Blink ! Blank ! Black !
And then, it hit me ! I was half asleep and half awake when i realised that he aint coming back for atleast three more months.....The realisation shook me to my very core....felt really sad, and because of the inadequacy of warm clothing or the monsoon breeze sensing my vulnerability sent one its toughest soldiers, I shivered like crazy !! The mental realization and the bitterest breeze ever together made it a total kaala paani experience ! :(
Then I manage to get entry back into the crowded pub called sleepland.....where i start dreaming that a person very close to my heart has stopped talking to me and is not even making eye contact with me !! I stand there right there as the person walks by and there is no sign of recognition, forget the warmth that i am used to !!!! It seemed so surreal yet real !!!!!! That knocked the wind out of me......I woke up not knowing what to say and did stuff like a zombie !!!
Am here going now to attend a training ! oops its 9 already !!??!?!?! FUck the bitch in the bathtub, the day just gets worse n worse.......
Time 8:55 AM
Mood : Sad
You would be too, if you dreamt of sad things.....Not by choice, lemme tell u
First, I dreamt my brother was coming back home.....Upon asking my dad as to the time of his arrival, lo ! the brother actually arrived !!!! We are full talking and all, and the lights went out ! Blink ! Blank ! Black !
And then, it hit me ! I was half asleep and half awake when i realised that he aint coming back for atleast three more months.....The realisation shook me to my very core....felt really sad, and because of the inadequacy of warm clothing or the monsoon breeze sensing my vulnerability sent one its toughest soldiers, I shivered like crazy !! The mental realization and the bitterest breeze ever together made it a total kaala paani experience ! :(
Then I manage to get entry back into the crowded pub called sleepland.....where i start dreaming that a person very close to my heart has stopped talking to me and is not even making eye contact with me !! I stand there right there as the person walks by and there is no sign of recognition, forget the warmth that i am used to !!!! It seemed so surreal yet real !!!!!! That knocked the wind out of me......I woke up not knowing what to say and did stuff like a zombie !!!
Am here going now to attend a training ! oops its 9 already !!??!?!?! FUck the bitch in the bathtub, the day just gets worse n worse.......
Thursday, May 18, 2006
Arz kiya hai
Me n mah frend go to coffee day aitha? then frend is full ready and hungry n all full decided full to order chamak at once ! But me is undecided, tho hungree......Frend rattles of long order...."I'll take a balck forrest pastree and a veg wrap"........It sounded long pa.....
And disinterested ordertaker with state of the art mobile billing machine turns towards me
I say "I'll take two minutes"
I'll let you calm down, get off the floor and leave a comment at ur own leisure......
And disinterested ordertaker with state of the art mobile billing machine turns towards me
I say "I'll take two minutes"
I'll let you calm down, get off the floor and leave a comment at ur own leisure......
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Take time to read this
Was sitting watching tv with parents flipping channels, when an old faded print movie came with the late Mr Gurudutt in it. Me was always mystified by stories i'd heard abt him and his movie making techniques and skills as an actor etc etc.....So continued to watch it.....And lo....wat was to turn up in the movie, but one of my all time favorite songs sung by Mr Hemant Kumar and picturised oh so amazingly on the one and only Mr Gurudutt....I guess he lives on in ppl like me....
You might need some time and brain power to digest this one :)
Oh by the way, the genius who created this is Mr Sahir Ludhianvi....Respect !
You might need some time and brain power to digest this one :)
Jaane Vo Kaise Log The Jinake
Pyaar Ko Pyaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab Kaliyaa.N Maa.Ngii
Kaa.Nto.N Kaa Haar Milaa
Jaane Vo ...
Khushiyo.N Kii Ma.Nzil Dhuu.Ndhii To
Gam Kii Gard Milii
Chaahat Ke Nagame Chaahe To
Aa.Nhe.N Sard Milii
Dil Ke Bojh Ko Dhu.Ndhalaa Kar Gayaa Jo Gamakhaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...
Bichha.D Gayaa... Bichha.D Gayaa Har Saathii Dekar
Pal Do Pal Kaa Saath
Kisako Furasat Hai Jo Thaame Diivaano.N Kaa Haath
Hamako Apanaa Saayaa Tak Aqasar Bezaar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...
Isako Hii Jiinaa Kahate Hai.N To
Yuu.Nhii Jii Le.Nge
Uf Na Kare.Nge Lab Sii Le.Nge
Aa.Nsuu Pii Le.Nge
Gam Se Ab Ghabaraanaa Kaisaa, Gam Sau Baar Milaa
Hamane To Jab ...
Oh by the way, the genius who created this is Mr Sahir Ludhianvi....Respect !
Sunday, May 14, 2006
Ama'j'ing
Time : 4:30 PM
Date : 14th May, 2006 a Sunday
Hmm...
Just back from another 'reunion'......For a guy who had always felt sort of detached from 'the gang' near my old house, two reunions in two weeks might seem hard on the guy. But it was ok. The only thing hard to digest after this meeting was probably the pizza we ate.
The participants of this rendezvous were different. One significant difference I must say. After ages, I met Hemanth. And I must say, it felt good. It felt good to be in the midst of those old johnnies (Sheeni and Manu being the others....Altho sheeni i meet often, in the presence of the "boys" its a totally different setting). The chat topics were mostly on the amusing side obviously,sustaining heavily based on the events of the past. But there were some present life based updates (mostly from hemanth and lil from manu...you wont believe what all hemanth has been upto ! ), some clouds gathered in the atmos and we all limited ourselves to listening intently and raptly to the speaker, be the talk be about the movie that hemanth just finished making or manu's current love interest(Dont freak oh co red devil, not a lot of ppl who read this know u! :) )
But as i was saying, these meetings have a tendency to get to you a tad. Cos of all the memories that we no doubt, without fail, somehow, tend to relive. Most of them are happy. And that is the hardest part (FUcking crazy song by coldplay). It contrasts so much with the present, it leaves u with a feeling "ah! the simpler times !".........And of course no matter how detached i felt, there were so many ppl around.....I was never alone................................
(I wish I could just keep writing dots for a long time now....)
And of course there is that one person associated with my old neighborhood, who manages to crop up in the innards of my brain everytime i even think abt my past. Hemanth promptly brought the topic up just as we were heading homewards, after a nice cup of filter coffee (slowly becoming a huge fan) from kalmane coffee (THE jaynagar's THE hangout ! Rocks beyond all comprehension !) cos lets face it....He was very much part and parcel of what happened and hence brought it up....But I must say I was pleasantly surprised and caught off guard by this thoughtful enquiry by this obscure weird man......I told him in as calm a way as possible the existing situation, and we departed with a "Touch alli irana"..........
He he........
Date : 14th May, 2006 a Sunday
Hmm...
Just back from another 'reunion'......For a guy who had always felt sort of detached from 'the gang' near my old house, two reunions in two weeks might seem hard on the guy. But it was ok. The only thing hard to digest after this meeting was probably the pizza we ate.
The participants of this rendezvous were different. One significant difference I must say. After ages, I met Hemanth. And I must say, it felt good. It felt good to be in the midst of those old johnnies (Sheeni and Manu being the others....Altho sheeni i meet often, in the presence of the "boys" its a totally different setting). The chat topics were mostly on the amusing side obviously,sustaining heavily based on the events of the past. But there were some present life based updates (mostly from hemanth and lil from manu...you wont believe what all hemanth has been upto ! ), some clouds gathered in the atmos and we all limited ourselves to listening intently and raptly to the speaker, be the talk be about the movie that hemanth just finished making or manu's current love interest(Dont freak oh co red devil, not a lot of ppl who read this know u! :) )
But as i was saying, these meetings have a tendency to get to you a tad. Cos of all the memories that we no doubt, without fail, somehow, tend to relive. Most of them are happy. And that is the hardest part (FUcking crazy song by coldplay). It contrasts so much with the present, it leaves u with a feeling "ah! the simpler times !".........And of course no matter how detached i felt, there were so many ppl around.....I was never alone................................
(I wish I could just keep writing dots for a long time now....)
And of course there is that one person associated with my old neighborhood, who manages to crop up in the innards of my brain everytime i even think abt my past. Hemanth promptly brought the topic up just as we were heading homewards, after a nice cup of filter coffee (slowly becoming a huge fan) from kalmane coffee (THE jaynagar's THE hangout ! Rocks beyond all comprehension !) cos lets face it....He was very much part and parcel of what happened and hence brought it up....But I must say I was pleasantly surprised and caught off guard by this thoughtful enquiry by this obscure weird man......I told him in as calm a way as possible the existing situation, and we departed with a "Touch alli irana"..........
He he........
Tuesday, May 09, 2006
Secret
I am holding onto a secret
The thing about secrets is, the more alien the person to u is who is the victim (aha! what a word the usage the a) of the secret, the more liable u are to just let it off ur chest and beam with happiness and pride....
But as it gets nearer and dearer to u, the more susceptible u are to ending up guarding the secret which puts u only, in more jeopardy....One slip of the tongue and the peppermint u are sucking on is down the drain (u get what i mean.....)
But this time, this is a matter so furious and ridiculous, that only one person other than me knows about it and its driving me crazy....He he......Ill hold onto it.....seems fun.......being kiddish again
The thing about secrets is, the more alien the person to u is who is the victim (aha! what a word the usage the a) of the secret, the more liable u are to just let it off ur chest and beam with happiness and pride....
But as it gets nearer and dearer to u, the more susceptible u are to ending up guarding the secret which puts u only, in more jeopardy....One slip of the tongue and the peppermint u are sucking on is down the drain (u get what i mean.....)
But this time, this is a matter so furious and ridiculous, that only one person other than me knows about it and its driving me crazy....He he......Ill hold onto it.....seems fun.......being kiddish again
Monday, May 08, 2006
Jolly Jolly Monday morning
"....And it was only fan ta C"
(Guitar strumming....)
"The wall was too high as u can C:"
(More Guitar strumming....)
"No matter how he tried he could NOT BREAK FREE!"
(Guitar again.....)
"And the worms ate into his brain!"
Sound of one mosquito buzzing "kuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy", lil bit amplified......
(Guitar strumming....)
"The wall was too high as u can C:"
(More Guitar strumming....)
"No matter how he tried he could NOT BREAK FREE!"
(Guitar again.....)
"And the worms ate into his brain!"
Sound of one mosquito buzzing "kuyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy", lil bit amplified......
Thursday, May 04, 2006
God
Before i get to the actual post, two things
1) This post is mostly in kannada written in english...so some ppl mite find this difficult to comprehend...Translation has been provided by Mr Kind Blogger aka Me
2)
John
Peter
Abraham
Mihailovic
Johnny
Alicia
Sheetal, Here are the "names" u asked me to take... I hope u r happy/satisfied :D
Namaskara, Ranga shankarakke swagatha...dayavittu tamma mobi
(yeno madthidya lo?!)
Idhu nenne "mukta" nalli nadeda sambhashanegalu....tunukugalu.....daridra, serial na hate nemmadiyaagi, sampoornavagi madakke bidode illa seetaram eethara scene galella torsi...Madhu, ninge ondu sannadaada update idu anta anko :P
"........Haagalla Arundhati, Nimage novvu maadbeku annodu nanna uddesha khandita aagirlilla....Neevu sukhavaagi, santoshadinda, utsaahadinda badukabeku annode nanna aase....aadre nimma santoshada vichara bandaaga naanu tumba swaarthi aagogtheeni arundhati.....Aa santoshakke karana naane aagirbeku, nimage naanu tumba santosha kodbeku, nanninda neevu ananda padi beku anta ansoke shuru agogatte...."
(huh!!!?! number 1)
Translation : I surely want to see u happy arundhati, but when it comes to ur happiness, I become selfish ! I start feeling that I want me to be the reason of ur happiness....I want to cause happiness in you....I want to bring u happiness in any form
".......Nimage arundhati avara mele moha hogilve? ....... Nimage enu huttadaaginda arundhati avara mele preeti itte? Illa thaane? Neevu arundhati avaranna paris ge karkondu hogi avara manakke kundu baro antha kelsa madakke hortidri...yaavaglu arundhati avara mane avarige kaata kodtidri neevu.....aadre paschyataapadinda, nimage avara mele ondu dina preeti huttitu....aa preeti huttiddu neevu nimminda ne anta bhaavisideera....adhu tappu....adhu bhagavantana ichche....aa preeti, arundhati avara melina gaurava, nimmannu olle manushyanannaagi parivartisitu...adhu kooda bhagavantana ichche aagitthu.....eega neevibbaru bere aguttiruvudu kooda aa bhagavanta ichche.....nanna tappu, nanna taayiya tappu anta bhavisodu ahankaara agatte.......idarinda kooda nimage ollede agatte bhaya pada bedi....yella bhagavanta ichche !........preeti shashvata anta bhaavisideera...adhu tappu ...."
Translation : You are still longing for arundati? Do u think that u loved arundhati since birth? Remember u troubled her family and caused her a lot of grief...But thru remorse and repentance, u started loving her one day..do u think the reason of that love was you? No ... It was the wish of The Lord....Thru the love, u changed as a man, u became a good person....That was the wish of The Lord too...Now that u are destined to part ways, that is the wish of The Lord too....To think that it is your or anybody else's fault is arrogance...It is always the Lord's wish....This will bring u good too, do not worry..U think love is permanent, forever? THAT is wrong !
(spoken like a true sage ! sikkapatte huh!?!?!)
Can this be true? Is it possible that u have no control over ur actions? Are u being guided and are just the machine doing the actual pumping of the gas and transmission of motion??? Or is all this a point of view to support u in moments of grief?
I did like the point about love tho....
1) This post is mostly in kannada written in english...so some ppl mite find this difficult to comprehend...Translation has been provided by Mr Kind Blogger aka Me
2)
John
Peter
Abraham
Mihailovic
Johnny
Alicia
Sheetal, Here are the "names" u asked me to take... I hope u r happy/satisfied :D
Namaskara, Ranga shankarakke swagatha...dayavittu tamma mobi
(yeno madthidya lo?!)
Idhu nenne "mukta" nalli nadeda sambhashanegalu....tunukugalu.....daridra, serial na hate nemmadiyaagi, sampoornavagi madakke bidode illa seetaram eethara scene galella torsi...Madhu, ninge ondu sannadaada update idu anta anko :P
"........Haagalla Arundhati, Nimage novvu maadbeku annodu nanna uddesha khandita aagirlilla....Neevu sukhavaagi, santoshadinda, utsaahadinda badukabeku annode nanna aase....aadre nimma santoshada vichara bandaaga naanu tumba swaarthi aagogtheeni arundhati.....Aa santoshakke karana naane aagirbeku, nimage naanu tumba santosha kodbeku, nanninda neevu ananda padi beku anta ansoke shuru agogatte...."
(huh!!!?! number 1)
Translation : I surely want to see u happy arundhati, but when it comes to ur happiness, I become selfish ! I start feeling that I want me to be the reason of ur happiness....I want to cause happiness in you....I want to bring u happiness in any form
".......Nimage arundhati avara mele moha hogilve? ....... Nimage enu huttadaaginda arundhati avara mele preeti itte? Illa thaane? Neevu arundhati avaranna paris ge karkondu hogi avara manakke kundu baro antha kelsa madakke hortidri...yaavaglu arundhati avara mane avarige kaata kodtidri neevu.....aadre paschyataapadinda, nimage avara mele ondu dina preeti huttitu....aa preeti huttiddu neevu nimminda ne anta bhaavisideera....adhu tappu....adhu bhagavantana ichche....aa preeti, arundhati avara melina gaurava, nimmannu olle manushyanannaagi parivartisitu...adhu kooda bhagavantana ichche aagitthu.....eega neevibbaru bere aguttiruvudu kooda aa bhagavanta ichche.....nanna tappu, nanna taayiya tappu anta bhavisodu ahankaara agatte.......idarinda kooda nimage ollede agatte bhaya pada bedi....yella bhagavanta ichche !........preeti shashvata anta bhaavisideera...adhu tappu ...."
Translation : You are still longing for arundati? Do u think that u loved arundhati since birth? Remember u troubled her family and caused her a lot of grief...But thru remorse and repentance, u started loving her one day..do u think the reason of that love was you? No ... It was the wish of The Lord....Thru the love, u changed as a man, u became a good person....That was the wish of The Lord too...Now that u are destined to part ways, that is the wish of The Lord too....To think that it is your or anybody else's fault is arrogance...It is always the Lord's wish....This will bring u good too, do not worry..U think love is permanent, forever? THAT is wrong !
(spoken like a true sage ! sikkapatte huh!?!?!)
Can this be true? Is it possible that u have no control over ur actions? Are u being guided and are just the machine doing the actual pumping of the gas and transmission of motion??? Or is all this a point of view to support u in moments of grief?
I did like the point about love tho....
Wednesday, May 03, 2006
Snowball(s to you)ing effect !
Yup...Me is writing thick and fast posts.....It takes being written in no time with my super typing skills hence they are fast.....Most of them can fill up books, and thats how they are thick
Just a nice feeling, the night breeze washing over u and u listening to the masters of metal at night time !!! Here is a rather careless and wicked (so their image!!!!) set of lines
"...........And my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Of this beaten path i reign.........."
Sudden Gnaaanodaya aaithu ! Onthara chenagide ansthu....thrill banthu.......life is all about such cheap thrills ansatte....Cheap gina, I might want to say shortlived, momentary bubbles of happiness that come and go "fufth" just like that within seconds.....There is no durable joy i guess....And amidst all this, we have sorrow to deal with tooo...cos of all that philosophical crap about balance....bevu bella....happy sad....aaaaaaaaah screw it ! Nange bella saaku? Yaavong beku bevu? Whoever cooks up these philosophies pa !! sheesh !
I better go to bed now illai ?
S.P : .song Metallica a from are above lines The
Just a nice feeling, the night breeze washing over u and u listening to the masters of metal at night time !!! Here is a rather careless and wicked (so their image!!!!) set of lines
"...........And my ties are severed clean
The less I have the more I gain
Of this beaten path i reign.........."
Sudden Gnaaanodaya aaithu ! Onthara chenagide ansthu....thrill banthu.......life is all about such cheap thrills ansatte....Cheap gina, I might want to say shortlived, momentary bubbles of happiness that come and go "fufth" just like that within seconds.....There is no durable joy i guess....And amidst all this, we have sorrow to deal with tooo...cos of all that philosophical crap about balance....bevu bella....happy sad....aaaaaaaaah screw it ! Nange bella saaku? Yaavong beku bevu? Whoever cooks up these philosophies pa !! sheesh !
I better go to bed now illai ?
S.P : .song Metallica a from are above lines The
Questions
I ask too many questions....People who talk to me must get tired....Why this why that? WHat did u mean? Which one? When? Who said that? Who me?
Aaargh ! I just want to clarify....And either ppl talk out of turn/context or I am ridiculously slow sometimes...Thats the beauty of it....Sometimes my mind is like....Trrrrrrrrrrah ! Siestaaaaaaaa
Che
Aaargh ! I just want to clarify....And either ppl talk out of turn/context or I am ridiculously slow sometimes...Thats the beauty of it....Sometimes my mind is like....Trrrrrrrrrrah ! Siestaaaaaaaa
Che
Monday, May 01, 2006
Being s(u)p(p)ortive
Yes this post is about being s(u)p(p)ortive about the contents/tpoic of main focus of this post... But i "expect" neither from my readers cos *****My Life Update****** I've recently realised that to expect is to sin and Its always ur fault/U are responsible for what happens.......I used to think that to expect "unrealistic" or "illogical" things was a gross error, but then so many expectations have just gone for a toss andre, I feel that right/wrong, reasonable/unreasonable have lost meaning for me....
Also, ppl hardly see ur point of view...when u are explaining that to the other person, they take out some butter, smear it on u, and smoothly turn the conv their side... (I've seen this happen....literally...I swear ! )
And oh oh oh ! Honesty hurts....De V RE !!!! How many marks there are on my ass of things coming back and biting me andre......Speak ur mind out and its back at u SNAP SNAP SNAP !!!! Eeshk !
******End of My Life Update*****
Tut Tut....Lets get to the core of this post, thru which I intend to have fun..... So me and my iPod decide to go get ourselves all sweaty n stuff (well it was mainly his idea, dont u know?) with some serious (Everything has to be very much thought abt and serious with me) shuttle ho! So we head out and find some bally young and old men swinging their rackets around, what ! And I jump in the fire and before I am blinking, Me and my sorry ass have been beaten quite severely (ouch!).... I say cmon maite ! You shud pick urself up now....And pick i did myself, only to be admonished again !! Well, this court aint lucky for me, what ! I thought to myself and shifted to pair up with an old johnny, with whom i made some progress but still lost to two young chappies, who looked down on me immediately after the game without fail.... (thats part and parcel of that place i go to...pros come there and use us poor blokes as practice material ! )
Now I get myself out there and am narrating the tale of two courts to my iPod, when i start pondering upon the reason for my inability...and then i realise that its not ME thats kirieked....What could poor old me, who hasnt touched a racket in a month, do in a land of strangers who play everyday ?!? So it came down to lack of that magical touch i know i possessed (thank u thank u far too kind ! :P )....And why was that? I didnt play enuf....Whom to play with? I know four blowkes who i could go to for assistance :
Blowke 1 : He's a simple guy....Quite quiet n all, dont u know? Travel takes up most of his day....And weekends just go by in the company of that amazing entity called sleep i guess....Dono much more abt this so wont comment
Blowke 2 : He's a dashing guy...but alas, a prey of the intoxicating and luring substance called sleep.....Also, he'd anyday prefer a stroll on brigade road window shopping to a sweaty, tiring game of some sport.... If u do get his time, of which u arent allowed much i guess, (NO NO NO SUNDAY!!!!) then when u ask him to turn up at around 9:15 he will surely be there for u at no less than 9:45 maybe 10 !
Blowke 3 : Alas, distance is against this man of some sporting intent.....He for all practical purposes doesnt live in Bangalore !! Also, u would wanto use him ideally for paying compliments to the ladies and making their cheeks go red and heating up the backside of their necks n stuff like that, what ! Lethal Weapon he is, dont u know?!
And last but the least....
Blowke 4 : I again do not know much abt this guy.....But i do know that he apparently sees only himself !! Wow.....that is a hard partner to play a sport with......And apparently he is scared....Now i know any straight aka heterosexual man should be afraid of sodomy, but this is a different kind of cock dude...........
Look, it eventually boils down to me....If my ONLY option is to go fight it out with the pros, who see right thru u (they dont notice u....its like u arent there), and get an occasional game in somehow and find some moments of thrill and bliss and whatnot shit in that, then so be it....J P Nagar sports club ! Here I come !!! :D
Also, ppl hardly see ur point of view...when u are explaining that to the other person, they take out some butter, smear it on u, and smoothly turn the conv their side... (I've seen this happen....literally...I swear ! )
And oh oh oh ! Honesty hurts....De V RE !!!! How many marks there are on my ass of things coming back and biting me andre......Speak ur mind out and its back at u SNAP SNAP SNAP !!!! Eeshk !
******End of My Life Update*****
Tut Tut....Lets get to the core of this post, thru which I intend to have fun..... So me and my iPod decide to go get ourselves all sweaty n stuff (well it was mainly his idea, dont u know?) with some serious (Everything has to be very much thought abt and serious with me) shuttle ho! So we head out and find some bally young and old men swinging their rackets around, what ! And I jump in the fire and before I am blinking, Me and my sorry ass have been beaten quite severely (ouch!).... I say cmon maite ! You shud pick urself up now....And pick i did myself, only to be admonished again !! Well, this court aint lucky for me, what ! I thought to myself and shifted to pair up with an old johnny, with whom i made some progress but still lost to two young chappies, who looked down on me immediately after the game without fail.... (thats part and parcel of that place i go to...pros come there and use us poor blokes as practice material ! )
Now I get myself out there and am narrating the tale of two courts to my iPod, when i start pondering upon the reason for my inability...and then i realise that its not ME thats kirieked....What could poor old me, who hasnt touched a racket in a month, do in a land of strangers who play everyday ?!? So it came down to lack of that magical touch i know i possessed (thank u thank u far too kind ! :P )....And why was that? I didnt play enuf....Whom to play with? I know four blowkes who i could go to for assistance :
Blowke 1 : He's a simple guy....Quite quiet n all, dont u know? Travel takes up most of his day....And weekends just go by in the company of that amazing entity called sleep i guess....Dono much more abt this so wont comment
Blowke 2 : He's a dashing guy...but alas, a prey of the intoxicating and luring substance called sleep.....Also, he'd anyday prefer a stroll on brigade road window shopping to a sweaty, tiring game of some sport.... If u do get his time, of which u arent allowed much i guess, (NO NO NO SUNDAY!!!!) then when u ask him to turn up at around 9:15 he will surely be there for u at no less than 9:45 maybe 10 !
Blowke 3 : Alas, distance is against this man of some sporting intent.....He for all practical purposes doesnt live in Bangalore !! Also, u would wanto use him ideally for paying compliments to the ladies and making their cheeks go red and heating up the backside of their necks n stuff like that, what ! Lethal Weapon he is, dont u know?!
And last but the least....
Blowke 4 : I again do not know much abt this guy.....But i do know that he apparently sees only himself !! Wow.....that is a hard partner to play a sport with......And apparently he is scared....Now i know any straight aka heterosexual man should be afraid of sodomy, but this is a different kind of cock dude...........
Look, it eventually boils down to me....If my ONLY option is to go fight it out with the pros, who see right thru u (they dont notice u....its like u arent there), and get an occasional game in somehow and find some moments of thrill and bliss and whatnot shit in that, then so be it....J P Nagar sports club ! Here I come !!! :D
Saturday, April 29, 2006
Shit happens
I have joined the orkut community shit happens to acknowledge the fact that shit happens....It is a comforting fact to know that shit happens and more so that i know that i know that shit happens
(Almost lost control cos of the urge to keep on typing that i know that i know that i know ......)
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Even though I have been labeled a jerk, stupid, disgusting, mean and other such very mild expletives for something i DID, WITHOUT THE CURSER KNOWING A SHIT FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED AND THE REASONS FOR WHY I DID WHAT I DID !!!, you just move on.....Trust i seek and i find in me ashte.....
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And I 'm moving on
I'm moving on.......
(Almost lost control cos of the urge to keep on typing that i know that i know that i know ......)
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Even though I have been labeled a jerk, stupid, disgusting, mean and other such very mild expletives for something i DID, WITHOUT THE CURSER KNOWING A SHIT FUCK ABOUT ANYTHING THAT HAPPENED AND THE REASONS FOR WHY I DID WHAT I DID !!!, you just move on.....Trust i seek and i find in me ashte.....
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And I 'm moving on
I'm moving on.......
Friday, April 28, 2006
Quoteo(ayyo)rama
Ok another one of my beauties....I just conjured this outta thin air.... not too technical but related to IT :P ....
Oh any unintentional plagiarism to be dearly excused
"You know uve typed a lot for the day, when ur hand asks u to read between the lines"
Swalpa twisted.....Actually kitthogiro quote.....Hogappa....Baayige bandiddu bardbidodu...
Hmmm Thats why blogs are there alva?? Hmmm
Oh any unintentional plagiarism to be dearly excused
"You know uve typed a lot for the day, when ur hand asks u to read between the lines"
Swalpa twisted.....Actually kitthogiro quote.....Hogappa....Baayige bandiddu bardbidodu...
Hmmm Thats why blogs are there alva?? Hmmm
Chapter two
Were you tuned in?!? I was contacted by only one disappointed customer (disappointed for the delay) and hence am disappointed.... sche
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways,
Our hero has done some stupid things, listened to trouble some times (It is a lovvvvvvvvvaly song by coldplay, don't you know? what ho! ) and then gave everything up....ashte
I threw my hands up in the air (and caught them too ! absolutely spiffing feat, what?) and said....naanu maanava (moole maamsada tadike...ahem...digressing here)....nanninda ishte agodu...naanu tappugalu maadtheeni....naanu tappu maadi maadi eshtu sakaagogide andre lekka idalla inmelinda....bekiddovru bandu tamm tamma sorry galanna keli padiya takkaddu..... U want it ? Come get it...I am full of sorrys here cos I seem to have committed so many blunders..... Naananthu yochsalla..... yaaru yen bekadru madkolli..... naanu nodtheeni sumne koothkondu.... yaarinda yenu beda nange (keluvrna bittu...like tarkaari angdi, milk man, cable guy, my house maid, a couple of my friends) ...... nanninda yenadru beku andre keli..... aadre kodtheeni.....
Another thing ive been doing is listening a lot to loving the alien..... adentha mahatthara waada haadu andre aaha ooho !! Inna khatarnaak sambhava nadediddu nanna badukinalli itteechige andare, samanvitha avaru bandu nanna kanasalli moderate level of excellence nalli "aadat" haadannu, lyrics nanna baayinda ne keli, poora haadidaru..... adyaako kaane, swalpa emotional setting kooda itthu.... echchra aadmele kann kann bitkondu swalpa hotthu nodtha koothidde.... "kuyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaa" anta ondu solle hoythu nan pakka ashte.... malkondbitte
I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
Huh !
Annnnnnnnnnnnnnnyways,
Our hero has done some stupid things, listened to trouble some times (It is a lovvvvvvvvvaly song by coldplay, don't you know? what ho! ) and then gave everything up....ashte
I threw my hands up in the air (and caught them too ! absolutely spiffing feat, what?) and said....naanu maanava (moole maamsada tadike...ahem...digressing here)....nanninda ishte agodu...naanu tappugalu maadtheeni....naanu tappu maadi maadi eshtu sakaagogide andre lekka idalla inmelinda....bekiddovru bandu tamm tamma sorry galanna keli padiya takkaddu..... U want it ? Come get it...I am full of sorrys here cos I seem to have committed so many blunders..... Naananthu yochsalla..... yaaru yen bekadru madkolli..... naanu nodtheeni sumne koothkondu.... yaarinda yenu beda nange (keluvrna bittu...like tarkaari angdi, milk man, cable guy, my house maid, a couple of my friends) ...... nanninda yenadru beku andre keli..... aadre kodtheeni.....
Another thing ive been doing is listening a lot to loving the alien..... adentha mahatthara waada haadu andre aaha ooho !! Inna khatarnaak sambhava nadediddu nanna badukinalli itteechige andare, samanvitha avaru bandu nanna kanasalli moderate level of excellence nalli "aadat" haadannu, lyrics nanna baayinda ne keli, poora haadidaru..... adyaako kaane, swalpa emotional setting kooda itthu.... echchra aadmele kann kann bitkondu swalpa hotthu nodtha koothidde.... "kuyyyyyyyyyyyaaaaaaa" anta ondu solle hoythu nan pakka ashte.... malkondbitte
I never noticed
How lovely were the aliens
Lovely were the aliens
Huh !
Monday, April 24, 2006
Oh No ! I see ...
Trouble brewing at Ally Valley ! Will our caped crusader be able to survive the questions of "Why ME!?!?" "Why am i me?!?!" and other such baseless variants !!
Stay tuned to the next episode of .......
Too tired to complete this post.... Just plain fucking tired of everything
Stay tuned to the next episode of .......
Too tired to complete this post.... Just plain fucking tired of everything
Limits
Daayam pada hua tere dar par nahi hoon main
Khaak aisi zindagi pe ki patthar nahi hoon main
Hadh chahiye saza mein uqubat ke vaaste
aakhir gunaahgaar hoon kaafir nahin hoon main
Khaak aisi zindagi pe ki patthar nahi hoon main
Hadh chahiye saza mein uqubat ke vaaste
aakhir gunaahgaar hoon kaafir nahin hoon main
Friday, April 21, 2006
Nandu, Mine, Mera,
A Build that takes 5 hours and fails to achieve its purpose doesn't just build code..... It Builds character.......
Thursday, April 20, 2006
Fiction
WARNING : Highly cheesy and uninteresting post..... u may avoid it
Let me portray a picture here.... Kinda nice it is if u can get into the shoes of one of the characters....
Woman, Mom, protagonist (aka heroine)
Daughter (who is just bloody cute ashte) called from now on as BC... bloody cute (somehow not in the mood to say fucking cute)
BC has a boyfriend, BF of course. CLiched i know, but nobody can avoid cliche can they?
Guy who runs a diner... Is friend of Woman....... Kinda close they are.... Woman shirks off the subject of whats between them everytime..... Mostly portrayed as grey area friends (one of the grey areas of the story)
Guy's nephew turns up from nowhere.... Is a bit of a trouble maker, irresponsible n all..... but good at heart and nice guy.... nephew and BD become friends..... well.........
Nephew causes enough trouble........ So is kinda forced to leave town (he leaves more on his own decision)..... By then BC and nephew have become "better friends" (I hope u get exactly what those two words mean).... and BC's relationship with BF has become way too comfortable, with the fizz having gone out or some shit like that...
Newphew makes long distance call to BC after moving outta town... that obvi gets BC thinking... So she ditches school (very studious kind... not found usually ditchin school n all), takes a bus into a town she has never visited and goes to meet nephew ! Nephew is cool n all... not least bit surprised... He only cares enough for u, that small smidgen, tiny amount required ashte... hence the lack of surprise.... If u saw him u'd almost think he was being rude.... they both have an innocuous nice day around town eating stuff of road carts, visiting CD shops etc etc... BC has to go back home.... when nephew asks her right at the end "Why did u come to visit me?!" She says "You didnt say goodbye"
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Grey area : What does BC feel for nephew?!
Let me portray a picture here.... Kinda nice it is if u can get into the shoes of one of the characters....
Woman, Mom, protagonist (aka heroine)
Daughter (who is just bloody cute ashte) called from now on as BC... bloody cute (somehow not in the mood to say fucking cute)
BC has a boyfriend, BF of course. CLiched i know, but nobody can avoid cliche can they?
Guy who runs a diner... Is friend of Woman....... Kinda close they are.... Woman shirks off the subject of whats between them everytime..... Mostly portrayed as grey area friends (one of the grey areas of the story)
Guy's nephew turns up from nowhere.... Is a bit of a trouble maker, irresponsible n all..... but good at heart and nice guy.... nephew and BD become friends..... well.........
Nephew causes enough trouble........ So is kinda forced to leave town (he leaves more on his own decision)..... By then BC and nephew have become "better friends" (I hope u get exactly what those two words mean).... and BC's relationship with BF has become way too comfortable, with the fizz having gone out or some shit like that...
Newphew makes long distance call to BC after moving outta town... that obvi gets BC thinking... So she ditches school (very studious kind... not found usually ditchin school n all), takes a bus into a town she has never visited and goes to meet nephew ! Nephew is cool n all... not least bit surprised... He only cares enough for u, that small smidgen, tiny amount required ashte... hence the lack of surprise.... If u saw him u'd almost think he was being rude.... they both have an innocuous nice day around town eating stuff of road carts, visiting CD shops etc etc... BC has to go back home.... when nephew asks her right at the end "Why did u come to visit me?!" She says "You didnt say goodbye"
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Grey area : What does BC feel for nephew?!
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
duniya goal hai !!!
What a saying !! I saw taht in one of the world cup ads recently ! Incredible alla ?!
Anyways, this post is dedicated to me playing football recently again.... The setting was perfect ! It was to prove my mettle, but in a place where there were neither too many ppl nor was it a good ground n all ! (I know I am no big shot, but there aint no harm in expecting a lush green field n all :P )
So seven ppl gathered for this call up for team selections for a 5 a side tournament in my company.... name not taken for ahem... uh... err.... u know.... for ....... NO REASON :D :P
Hence since we all were thus football enthusiasts (Hence and thus not needed alla?) we decided not to leave without "kicking the ball once"... That turned into a 4 vs 3 match.... Yeah u guessed it right ! ur hero was on the latter side ! A floating goalie, one floating midfielder and one floating striker (all me in different points in time ... thribble acting wah !! :P ) was the formation for those keeping track.... But lemme just outline some of my moments and contributions in a game that we won (yeah baby !! I was keeping score mentally :P :D .... "I'm so hollow baby I'm so hollow" )
1) Mr opponent on right hand wing gets the ball and is moving along the flanks with considerable (over) confidence... Mr Murali is defender at that moment..... Close ur legs (cos keep ur legs open and whoosh a pass thru them !) , watch the ball and opponent's feet, and make a tackle at the right time !!! Thats a score, danger averted !!!
2) opponents rushing onwards with full josh and stamina (yeah early part of the game... otherwise soft engs and stamina ?!!? Opposite ends of the football pitch id say)... Mr opponent takes one too many luxurious heavy touches, and ball lands at Mr Murali who is defender turning into attacking midfielder (I'd to grow some hair to make that transition :D ).... Undeterred and aiming to get possession back opponent charges like wiiiiiiiild buffalo (gooli, emme, Kona, etthu etc etc pick one)... Murali does clean calm cool collected, come core c ctarting cwords, nutmeg on opponent to move on .... hee hee sakkath maja banthu
3) Murali boy is now on left flank, having just got possession of the ball.... In the center is a team mate screaming for the ball (u know how they get.... glory hoggers !)... Murali keeps looking at the opponent, each moment playing the ball down the flank lil bit more, does a dummy pass to the center only to drag it forward and shoot at the goal at the last minute !!! Bravo Bravo !! Stunning shot on his weaker foot.....
One guy even asked me whether i played for pesit (my college) !!!!!!!
U'd be thinking by now.... Sari... Hoda ivnu.... Into that land where he is all hyper for no reason.... Lost blabbering blah blah..... Three things brought me back down to earth
1) The fact that if i keep doing such things, It'll lose the charm
2) Raj Kumar being covered in Crime Diary (where's the connection Ravi ?!?!? )
3) We all gotta die someday.........
P.S : Dots left on purpose.... Football terms not explained cos, lets face it who cares !!!!! Comment bisaaki beku andre....
Anyways, this post is dedicated to me playing football recently again.... The setting was perfect ! It was to prove my mettle, but in a place where there were neither too many ppl nor was it a good ground n all ! (I know I am no big shot, but there aint no harm in expecting a lush green field n all :P )
So seven ppl gathered for this call up for team selections for a 5 a side tournament in my company.... name not taken for ahem... uh... err.... u know.... for ....... NO REASON :D :P
Hence since we all were thus football enthusiasts (Hence and thus not needed alla?) we decided not to leave without "kicking the ball once"... That turned into a 4 vs 3 match.... Yeah u guessed it right ! ur hero was on the latter side ! A floating goalie, one floating midfielder and one floating striker (all me in different points in time ... thribble acting wah !! :P ) was the formation for those keeping track.... But lemme just outline some of my moments and contributions in a game that we won (yeah baby !! I was keeping score mentally :P :D .... "I'm so hollow baby I'm so hollow" )
1) Mr opponent on right hand wing gets the ball and is moving along the flanks with considerable (over) confidence... Mr Murali is defender at that moment..... Close ur legs (cos keep ur legs open and whoosh a pass thru them !) , watch the ball and opponent's feet, and make a tackle at the right time !!! Thats a score, danger averted !!!
2) opponents rushing onwards with full josh and stamina (yeah early part of the game... otherwise soft engs and stamina ?!!? Opposite ends of the football pitch id say)... Mr opponent takes one too many luxurious heavy touches, and ball lands at Mr Murali who is defender turning into attacking midfielder (I'd to grow some hair to make that transition :D ).... Undeterred and aiming to get possession back opponent charges like wiiiiiiiild buffalo (gooli, emme, Kona, etthu etc etc pick one)... Murali does clean calm cool collected, come core c ctarting cwords, nutmeg on opponent to move on .... hee hee sakkath maja banthu
3) Murali boy is now on left flank, having just got possession of the ball.... In the center is a team mate screaming for the ball (u know how they get.... glory hoggers !)... Murali keeps looking at the opponent, each moment playing the ball down the flank lil bit more, does a dummy pass to the center only to drag it forward and shoot at the goal at the last minute !!! Bravo Bravo !! Stunning shot on his weaker foot.....
One guy even asked me whether i played for pesit (my college) !!!!!!!
U'd be thinking by now.... Sari... Hoda ivnu.... Into that land where he is all hyper for no reason.... Lost blabbering blah blah..... Three things brought me back down to earth
1) The fact that if i keep doing such things, It'll lose the charm
2) Raj Kumar being covered in Crime Diary (where's the connection Ravi ?!?!? )
3) We all gotta die someday.........
P.S : Dots left on purpose.... Football terms not explained cos, lets face it who cares !!!!! Comment bisaaki beku andre....
Saturday, April 15, 2006
The last piece in the jigsaw
Rain
Ludwig Van - Fur Elise (on ur 1500W Pilips music shyshtem only thank u hic!)
That funny feeling in ur stomach abt her and ................
The last missing piece : Vodka......
P.S : Enqueued are Coldplay and Pink Floyd !!
Ludwig Van - Fur Elise (on ur 1500W Pilips music shyshtem only thank u hic!)
That funny feeling in ur stomach abt her and ................
The last missing piece : Vodka......
P.S : Enqueued are Coldplay and Pink Floyd !!
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Satyakke saavilla !
"I don't feel any shame
I won't apologize"
- Green Day, Jesus of Suburbia.
There is nothing to apologize kano...... To me this doesnt mean anything. I dont care. It doesnt care. I care abt the participants. Hence the move Knight to E6. Ashtakke earthquake aagoythu andre? Its time u played around a little bit. Just make sure u are unperturbed abt it and are very much aaram sleep n all..... You are right now, make sure u carry on this form.
No RFCs entertained....
I won't apologize"
- Green Day, Jesus of Suburbia.
There is nothing to apologize kano...... To me this doesnt mean anything. I dont care. It doesnt care. I care abt the participants. Hence the move Knight to E6. Ashtakke earthquake aagoythu andre? Its time u played around a little bit. Just make sure u are unperturbed abt it and are very much aaram sleep n all..... You are right now, make sure u carry on this form.
No RFCs entertained....
The power of Time - High Arousal
I have always wondered about the power of time... how it is called a healer, how it changes things, how altho sometimes u remain the same time changes things (Griz HAS and WILL argue abt this point.... he will say U MUST'VE CHANGED!).....
Well, me is readin a book called Blink. Its a rather startling book with its main line being, "The power of thinking without thinking"
Majorly intrigued i was by this title, so started to read this book. And he talked abt a part of the mind, which is not under our control but makes some startling decisions for us which we cant account for or explain. Well this post is not abt the book, but a specific part of the book dealing with the mind and time. Some terms and in fact text is from the book Blink (acknowledgement)
When the mind is under high pressure due to a shortage of time, we tend to become "mind-blind". Your heart beat goes very high and ur mind tends to narrow down,significantly, the amount of info it takes in and processes. We go into a high arousal state. We tend to act based on our stereotypes, our deep seated perceptions but not based on what we believe in or even what's right/required!!! A typical example is being a racist even tho u have no conscious ill feeling towards blacks. Here's an example the author quoted which made me jump up on my bed as i lie reading it, to a sitting position and say "whommmmma!! what the !!?!?!" :
This is an assasination attempt at South Korean president. Read it to believe it!
"The assasin stands up, and he shoots himself in the leg. THats how it starts. He's nervous out of his mind. Then he shoots at the president and he misses. He hits the president's wife instead. Kills the wife. The bodyguard gets up and shoots back. He misses. He hits an eight year old boy. It was a screw up on all sides. Everything went wrong. How long do u think all this took?15, 20 seconds ? No, Three point five (3.5) seconds!!!!!!!"
I was like ....
Anyways, I dont believe that this was the fault of a novice assasin or an inexperienced bodyguard. Its purely the power of time !!!!!
Well, me is readin a book called Blink. Its a rather startling book with its main line being, "The power of thinking without thinking"
Majorly intrigued i was by this title, so started to read this book. And he talked abt a part of the mind, which is not under our control but makes some startling decisions for us which we cant account for or explain. Well this post is not abt the book, but a specific part of the book dealing with the mind and time. Some terms and in fact text is from the book Blink (acknowledgement)
When the mind is under high pressure due to a shortage of time, we tend to become "mind-blind". Your heart beat goes very high and ur mind tends to narrow down,significantly, the amount of info it takes in and processes. We go into a high arousal state. We tend to act based on our stereotypes, our deep seated perceptions but not based on what we believe in or even what's right/required!!! A typical example is being a racist even tho u have no conscious ill feeling towards blacks. Here's an example the author quoted which made me jump up on my bed as i lie reading it, to a sitting position and say "whommmmma!! what the !!?!?!" :
This is an assasination attempt at South Korean president. Read it to believe it!
"The assasin stands up, and he shoots himself in the leg. THats how it starts. He's nervous out of his mind. Then he shoots at the president and he misses. He hits the president's wife instead. Kills the wife. The bodyguard gets up and shoots back. He misses. He hits an eight year old boy. It was a screw up on all sides. Everything went wrong. How long do u think all this took?15, 20 seconds ? No, Three point five (3.5) seconds!!!!!!!"
I was like ....
Anyways, I dont believe that this was the fault of a novice assasin or an inexperienced bodyguard. Its purely the power of time !!!!!
New word learnt - muztarb
Yes I am quite a ghazal fan....
Word - muztarb (moo -z- thar b)
Meaning - Torture, high sense of discomfort, pain etc etc
Context :
Asar un par zara bhi nahin hota
Ranj raahat nahin hota
Kyun sune woh arz-muztarb momin
sanam aakhir khuda nahin hota
Translation (COME ON! u didnt think i would be that cruel didja? something this beautiful needs translation it does! )
It makes no difference to them (her in this case)
Pain can never be pleasure
Why should she listen to ur cry of torture oh momin? (momin name of a guy)
After all, lover is not God
Wah wah Momin sir(ghazal author) and Hariharan sir !!!
Word - muztarb (moo -z- thar b)
Meaning - Torture, high sense of discomfort, pain etc etc
Context :
Asar un par zara bhi nahin hota
Ranj raahat nahin hota
Kyun sune woh arz-muztarb momin
sanam aakhir khuda nahin hota
Translation (COME ON! u didnt think i would be that cruel didja? something this beautiful needs translation it does! )
It makes no difference to them (her in this case)
Pain can never be pleasure
Why should she listen to ur cry of torture oh momin? (momin name of a guy)
After all, lover is not God
Wah wah Momin sir(ghazal author) and Hariharan sir !!!
Wednesday, April 12, 2006
have u?
How long has it been since u used the word 'igloo' in ur conversation???
Hmmmmm.... I did......
"Do you think that's air you are breathing now??"
"Hmmmm"
Btw the last two lines were one of the best delivered lines, me thought my mr Morpheus in ze Matrix. Ashte.
Hmmmmm.... I did......
"Do you think that's air you are breathing now??"
"Hmmmm"
Btw the last two lines were one of the best delivered lines, me thought my mr Morpheus in ze Matrix. Ashte.
Tuesday, April 11, 2006
Oh fuck it !
You are gonna listen to that expletive a lot more in this post so get out if u don want it now !
Anger..... A very interesting emotion.... You can only reach a stage where u are aware that u are angry.... But controlling it, is a totally different question.... It sucks into its bosom, deeper and deeper the penetration only increasing the intensity, and all the while, the most u can do is be aware of it, and maybe control ur free outstretched armed jump into the abyss of insanity.
Today the one way system of Bangalore just displayed its own control over chaotic, crazy, abundant bangaloreans ! KR Circle to Hudson Circle (Nrupatunga Road) was totally blocked cos of some muslim procession i guess.... Hence cubbon park overloaded, vidhana soudha road overloaded, lal bagh, double road, all surrounding areas absolutely shit jammed with fuckling bunches of fucking people including me the fucker, all wanting to go home, blaring their horns parking their fat ass cars, lorries in the road bumping in to each other falling on the road.... a colossal circus, God sitting up there with great Mr phucker Mahaveera on his jayanti and laughing his ass off i guess.... Look at how these kids of mine wana go home.... Haaaaaa hahaha
And if the things running in ur head, are of the sort which bring a queasy feeling to ur head, which make u even remotely angry, then i guess u can say "eat me I'm done !" .... People just walk all over u, and play u (thanks karan maga for this word) and u let them ! Why ? cos u think they are near and dear to u.... well lemme tell u that that, like the one way solution to to bang's trafifc probs, is just an illusion..... Everybody has their own personal lives, and to enrich them and have fun, they play with other people....... ashte...... u play they play go play...... who wins? no .... all losers ashte....... one big :L
Finally I crawl to double road and out of it..... I become so numb I cant feel u there (to my legs).... dragging along a 140 KG monstrosity around at 8:30pm in the night when uare hungry with so much of people surrounding u in metal just creates a numbness in u where u just want time to brake ! ashte
stop
wait
(total silence)
"phew" (echoes)
then start !!!
I'm home.... nothing else matters (acoustic)
P.S : The two of u.... thank u for valuable lessons in the recent past.... I hope i have changed for the better.... I hope the two of u read this soon enuf before both me and u both forget both about both of it.
Have a good day people. Jai chennakeshava.
Anger..... A very interesting emotion.... You can only reach a stage where u are aware that u are angry.... But controlling it, is a totally different question.... It sucks into its bosom, deeper and deeper the penetration only increasing the intensity, and all the while, the most u can do is be aware of it, and maybe control ur free outstretched armed jump into the abyss of insanity.
Today the one way system of Bangalore just displayed its own control over chaotic, crazy, abundant bangaloreans ! KR Circle to Hudson Circle (Nrupatunga Road) was totally blocked cos of some muslim procession i guess.... Hence cubbon park overloaded, vidhana soudha road overloaded, lal bagh, double road, all surrounding areas absolutely shit jammed with fuckling bunches of fucking people including me the fucker, all wanting to go home, blaring their horns parking their fat ass cars, lorries in the road bumping in to each other falling on the road.... a colossal circus, God sitting up there with great Mr phucker Mahaveera on his jayanti and laughing his ass off i guess.... Look at how these kids of mine wana go home.... Haaaaaa hahaha
And if the things running in ur head, are of the sort which bring a queasy feeling to ur head, which make u even remotely angry, then i guess u can say "eat me I'm done !" .... People just walk all over u, and play u (thanks karan maga for this word) and u let them ! Why ? cos u think they are near and dear to u.... well lemme tell u that that, like the one way solution to to bang's trafifc probs, is just an illusion..... Everybody has their own personal lives, and to enrich them and have fun, they play with other people....... ashte...... u play they play go play...... who wins? no .... all losers ashte....... one big :L
Finally I crawl to double road and out of it..... I become so numb I cant feel u there (to my legs).... dragging along a 140 KG monstrosity around at 8:30pm in the night when uare hungry with so much of people surrounding u in metal just creates a numbness in u where u just want time to brake ! ashte
stop
wait
(total silence)
"phew" (echoes)
then start !!!
I'm home.... nothing else matters (acoustic)
P.S : The two of u.... thank u for valuable lessons in the recent past.... I hope i have changed for the better.... I hope the two of u read this soon enuf before both me and u both forget both about both of it.
Have a good day people. Jai chennakeshava.
Monday, April 10, 2006
Joey
(....reading a script of some movie that he has to audition for later)
(In the script, the line is ) "We've to get rid of this body right now !!"
Joey to himself : "Who talks like that? Ok Joey... We have to make up our own lines here.... think!.... hmmmmm ok ! ....... "We've to get up, take this body and go get it gotten rid of" !!!!!!
"Ah thats how people talk !! He he"
Joey cracks me up sometimes...
(In the script, the line is ) "We've to get rid of this body right now !!"
Joey to himself : "Who talks like that? Ok Joey... We have to make up our own lines here.... think!.... hmmmmm ok ! ....... "We've to get up, take this body and go get it gotten rid of" !!!!!!
"Ah thats how people talk !! He he"
Joey cracks me up sometimes...
Saturday Night
Yes I am not in the mood to write elaborate, funny blogs here right now.....
Word of advice..... For self mostly..... When u hurt somebody, it is very very hard to recreate the situation u had going on with him /her..... The trust which u lost, is very hard to regain....... So watch out, what u say....... Then again, this could just be conjecture and my usual paranoic, scheming, assuming brain cooking up things out of thin air....
Saturday had not many plans in it, although sunday night football time promised a lot with a sumptuous fixture of Man Utd vs Arsenal. I am :| to inform u that Man Utd won with a two goal margin, and Rooney scored a breathtaking goal, with the pass leading to the goal being even more high class ! Hence Saturday was still a pain in the neck, prolonging the inevitable, the clash of the giants.... Hence it came to my mind that i could go to karan's house and chill .... Girish also came to my house at around lunch time, we had lunch and we left (mundane details actually)
When we went to karan's house, we thought of all sorts of things that we could do that evening, which we did not end up doing... instead japan had the idea of him staying over at my place.... We turned to griz who immediately shook his head ... na na... no permissions at home... so we thot of dinner and go back home with a coupla soft drinks n stuff to chill at the spot (refer to post below)....... We ended up talking and talking and talking till three in the night at which point my dad gave me a scare of my life, by popping out of nowhere and rebuking us for not having slept ! That was the chilliest point of the night.....
Ashte. That was a great night. Thank you guys. Both of you. Good times.
Word of advice..... For self mostly..... When u hurt somebody, it is very very hard to recreate the situation u had going on with him /her..... The trust which u lost, is very hard to regain....... So watch out, what u say....... Then again, this could just be conjecture and my usual paranoic, scheming, assuming brain cooking up things out of thin air....
Saturday had not many plans in it, although sunday night football time promised a lot with a sumptuous fixture of Man Utd vs Arsenal. I am :| to inform u that Man Utd won with a two goal margin, and Rooney scored a breathtaking goal, with the pass leading to the goal being even more high class ! Hence Saturday was still a pain in the neck, prolonging the inevitable, the clash of the giants.... Hence it came to my mind that i could go to karan's house and chill .... Girish also came to my house at around lunch time, we had lunch and we left (mundane details actually)
When we went to karan's house, we thought of all sorts of things that we could do that evening, which we did not end up doing... instead japan had the idea of him staying over at my place.... We turned to griz who immediately shook his head ... na na... no permissions at home... so we thot of dinner and go back home with a coupla soft drinks n stuff to chill at the spot (refer to post below)....... We ended up talking and talking and talking till three in the night at which point my dad gave me a scare of my life, by popping out of nowhere and rebuking us for not having slept ! That was the chilliest point of the night.....
Ashte. That was a great night. Thank you guys. Both of you. Good times.
Sunday, April 09, 2006
I hope u can stop gawping at the picture of my house to see the black arrow mark in the top right hand corner. That is "the chill spot" or "the spot" that i was referring to in my birthday post. I know it sounds like a stupid and uncool name for a place, but thats it...... This will be used in my next post so wanted ppl to heads up a give u......
Friday, April 07, 2006
Corrections in my post
This is to notify all readers that there was a gross error in the documentation provided as part of the blog post "two twos" .... Corrections have been posted in bold for the convenience of the readers and not on the insistence of those who were victimised, but on the personal preference of the author...
Post birthday blues
"THE WORLD IS A COMPLICATED PLACE, HOBBES."
"WHENEVER IT SEEMS THAT WAY, I TAKE A NAP IN A TREE AND WAIT FOR DINNER."
"WHENEVER IT SEEMS THAT WAY, I TAKE A NAP IN A TREE AND WAIT FOR DINNER."
Wednesday, April 05, 2006
two twos
Yeah Yeah I aged a lil bit more.......
is not the attitude which is gonna be present in this post foaks !
Cos it was the perfect birthday that an idealistic realist like me can ask for !!!! (Ah stumped a? or are u saying sheeesh now? Hang on pliss)
Alsoz I will be using the letter 'z'z instead of the comma in this post... so if u find an unauthorized/unwarranted z somewhere remember this line.... I have also added deviant cunning zs in the post plainly for tp sake...
Wake up .... Get down to ground floor (hgdsgblfbf seems such a long way away) and mom is not feeling well.... typical birthday attention diverting crisis momentz requiring services and quick action of considerate son who has been left alone and needs to shoulder the burden of the family (sonwise) entirely !z that murali was looking for.... Murali now haz to get thindi n allz medicine n all n all.... Murali vowz to finish all tasks impending (He also haz decidedz on a personal notez to install the krishna vigraha that krishna gave (did i miss a caps there somewhere?) onto the devrmane platform.... since he has entered devrmanez he intendz to do sandhyavandane also... The whole mysterious sandhyavandane link (krishna gave krishna to murali krishna (hai kalla nice nickname for self!) with munji invitation) seems too tempting to ignore for our hero in crunch time situation)
So some idlis from YESS YELL WEE and we are set to snana
Wait WAit WAAAAAAAAAIT !
Madhu phone madidda
Sakkath kachchda (not as much as amma kachchd him)
Then Petro.... Thanks maga... No expect u first caller..... Mast conversation
Yeah all set to snanaz then swetha calls..... hero thinks bere time ilva idakkez but humors her anyways with talk abt its own work n stuff. Swetha is bejaaaaaaan urkolings abt fact that me intends to yen joy today with some friends for lunch. Little did she know then that the fun would gain compund interest sikkapatte .... Kidding swethaz super that u called first among my college homies !
Then me is snaning and Karan calls ! De Va Re ..... With two soapy hands and revered prayers to loudspeaker feature in 6610, I press ONE battan and yell at karan "karannnnnnnnnnn snana madtha ideeni" ... mugdha jinke mari taraz "oh amele maadtheeni anta itbitta papachi" ... You were second maite !
Then snana and installation procedure complete (Refer to User Guide Chapter 6.1.3) . Urgent idli gulpings with highly questionable chatknee and kitthogiro sambaar ! Then run for medicine for ailing mom, but store closed.... curse ayurvedic shop severely (oops mom picked up the phone !! Stop stop) "amma angdi tegdilla ... aamele tanko aushdi sorry! bye 60 secs aagoythu !) ratatatatatatatat !!! Angdi baglu being opened ! What bartha day luck maga self exclamation buy medicine and rush home deliver it!
Go to office and stop (literally) after lookin at my cube ... Full decorations ! Banner ondu baaki !! Padma sitting therez smug n beatablez says Wish you a very Happy Birthday ! with that formal(cos team members around! shittu uppittu ) yet endearing way of her own... Girish also helped ante (internal colon o)
Modified Text : It was Girish's idea to decorate my cube..... Padma just pitched in..... I am very for the idealogy of credit being given to the proper person ! So there u go maga....... This is in just recognition of the gift that u gave me on my birthday ! :-)
other team mates blabber something but me lost in decorations and..... (ahem !!) .... Krishna's missed call brings me back to rea lee tee.... "Padmaz kris wants us to meet him downstairs".... Offffff we go and he gives me sudha murthy book gift (known after barabaric tearing of wrapping cover... best way to do it!) and tells me abt Illinois Insitute of Technology, MS, Ulsoor, Go Now, Meeting, COurse Details, Half hour spend.... Next thing i knowz I am fighting cunningham road traffic and asking directions !!
I wake up in Ulsoor office where elaborate presentation abtMS is going on... (Ashwin called here sometime... and a karan's failed call again!!! papachi) I bully presenter (excited bald ex army man who will be poked in the hiny next time he is met with me) into cutting presentation short cos iddlis have evaporated.... Meet karan at my officez with others unreachable/not present for my lunch plan.... Go to ramana's where i have hearty laugh over self condemn jokes (I do THAT really well... stop wincing padma!) with friends over satisfying (Togoli Togoli nanna duddu chennagi togoli pliss) lunch..... Make kris and karan gulo gulab jamun/ jamoon and get to seat look at watch 3:30 pm !!!!
No kelsa done yet.... Hardly yeny mood to do yenymore.... After some mail chuckingz chattingz birthday wishes mechanically replying Cake arrives ! Cutting smearing ella aaythappa Devre ! Photo hakideeni... nodkoli ! Santosha na? Seri
Then really no mood to work.... paattu kelangal (lijaning to songs in murali tamil).... then call paddy to rebuke her for absencez but end up melting and showing concern for her sudden mild illness.... Karan jumping up and down abt new phone... I oblige go back home and "help" him buy phone heh........ Showed him the newly found chill "spot" in my house (manege banni thorstheeni)
Griz messages happy birthday at 9:54 pm ..... serrrrrrrrrrrrri ankonde
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What do u expect eh????? Its my birthday and I was waiting for a football match to start hence had time to kill ! 12:05 am ending time I am done
Credits (In order of appearance/calling)
Madhu (for the uninitiatedz bro)
Petro Boy (RaghuRam)
Swethesh
Karan
Krishna
Padma
Ashwin
Karan again
Shilpa
Girish
Somewhere in there was also the spotlight crazy samanvitha :-)
Thank you one and all..... Fantastic Day i had one way or another ! (Krishnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaargh!!) .... Some really cool gifts as well..... Hole some day !! Cheers maite !
Sunday, April 02, 2006
"V"ow !!!!!
"Voilà! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin vanguarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-à-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V."
"Disdaining fortune with his brandish'd steel / Which smok'd with bloody execution"
"People should not be afraid of their governments. Governments should be afraid of their people"
"Beneath this mask there is more than flesh. There is an idea, Mr. Creedy, and ideas are bulletproof"
"There is no such thing as coincidence, just the illusion of coincidence"
"What you've have are bullets, and the hope that when your guns are empty I will no longer be standing, because if I am you will all be dead before you've reloaded"
"Remember, remember, the fifth of November, The gunpowder treason and plot. I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason should ever be forgot. "
Do i need to say more??!?!?
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