The word in Kannada translated into English means Relation...
My relatives are a bit weird... (Do I see many of my listeners nodding their head, concurring with me on this? Or are you shaking ur head sideways saying, oh no one more of this whackjob's whackjobs ?? :D )
Every direction I look at in the family tree, there is some or the other oddity that I find...Before you retaliate and ask me to take a better look at myself as the source of the problem, I'm talking about some really glaring oddities here...There's one who'll shout at her mom in public, there's another who keeps repeating things to me, there's one who'll keep nodding his head while so obviously not listening to you (there's more than one of 'em actually :shudder)...
Anyways, today I realized that I'm not too close to most of my kith and kin...In fact I can say that I'm "relative"ly isolated....
Sunday, March 23, 2008
Sunday, March 16, 2008
The power of cold rage
I'm generally not one to indulge in anger...I believe its a negative emotion, with long lasting and devastating repercussions if left unrestrained...
But today was a whole new experience for me...For once I let it envelop me, but in a controlled manner...It is probably a bit amusing that it happened on a shuttle court!
I've always felt that you can judge a person to a certain level when you play with him...How he treats you while playing, How he plays (aggressive, defensive, "quietly?!" ), How he reacts to being defeated (Quite an important index into his mind) etc
Before I go on to describe the ppl I played with today, a short word about my own take on the point I've made above...I am usually jovial and excited when I'm playing anything (unless I have to go back to work after playing and face a rather stubborn build server :D )...I'm quite sportive and I sometimes talk to myself for making stupid mistakes, but not too loud..All in all I enjoy myself and don't usually get into arguments about the game and am more inclined towards compromise cos its just a game!
And today I was playing with three other gentlemen...A doubles game...My team lost...We played another, back to back...We lost that even more comprehensively...And then it happened...
Callous Cocksucker : You wanna play a singles game?
Me : Yeah sure...
At this point...He looks at me and gives a small derisive laugh/chuckle...And then says "oh ok fine...lets play" ...I've seen that laugh way too many times now...I know what it means...I say "Do you wanna PLAY or not?" He says "yeah yeah sure..."
At this point, a rage started to envelop me...I still gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued playing...He was being contemptuous, very arrogant as he won the first few points without moving much...He was playing it as a formality, only cos he had said he would...My suspicions confirmed, the blood started to flow faster inside me...And then I played...I played like I had never stopped playing for 6-8 months...And I beat that disrespectful jackass...
Realization : Anger is only bad for you when its outta control, when its "hot"...
But today was a whole new experience for me...For once I let it envelop me, but in a controlled manner...It is probably a bit amusing that it happened on a shuttle court!
I've always felt that you can judge a person to a certain level when you play with him...How he treats you while playing, How he plays (aggressive, defensive, "quietly?!" ), How he reacts to being defeated (Quite an important index into his mind) etc
Before I go on to describe the ppl I played with today, a short word about my own take on the point I've made above...I am usually jovial and excited when I'm playing anything (unless I have to go back to work after playing and face a rather stubborn build server :D )...I'm quite sportive and I sometimes talk to myself for making stupid mistakes, but not too loud..All in all I enjoy myself and don't usually get into arguments about the game and am more inclined towards compromise cos its just a game!
And today I was playing with three other gentlemen...A doubles game...My team lost...We played another, back to back...We lost that even more comprehensively...And then it happened...
Callous Cocksucker : You wanna play a singles game?
Me : Yeah sure...
At this point...He looks at me and gives a small derisive laugh/chuckle...And then says "oh ok fine...lets play" ...I've seen that laugh way too many times now...I know what it means...I say "Do you wanna PLAY or not?" He says "yeah yeah sure..."
At this point, a rage started to envelop me...I still gave him the benefit of the doubt and continued playing...He was being contemptuous, very arrogant as he won the first few points without moving much...He was playing it as a formality, only cos he had said he would...My suspicions confirmed, the blood started to flow faster inside me...And then I played...I played like I had never stopped playing for 6-8 months...And I beat that disrespectful jackass...
Realization : Anger is only bad for you when its outta control, when its "hot"...
Tuesday, March 04, 2008
Gotcha
After months of pursuit and disappointment, I have finally acquired you!Its a satisfactory feeling when u stick with something and it finally pays off...Makes you wonder why that particular, random moment was chosen to fulfill ur wishes...Why not before, why not a day later? Amusing :)
Saturday, February 23, 2008
Peace sells but who's buying
What do you MEAN I hurt your feelings?? Didn't know you HAD any feelings!
Thursday, February 14, 2008
Valentine animus
Who's the bitterest man in the living room, the bitterest man in the living room?! :)He who tried to kill the heart was defeated thoroughly by marketing!
Sunday, February 10, 2008
And the razzie goes to...
Well, this gives me an opportunity to explain/experience the following :
1. How ostentatious some ad makers can get (Udit Narayan at his gay best!)
2. How hilarious they make the experience to the viewers, in the process
3. And an opportunity to practically embed a youtube video in ur blog (its dead simple!)
Well, don't forget to see the video if you haven't already.. This one deserves a razzie alright!
Cheerios! :)
1. How ostentatious some ad makers can get (Udit Narayan at his gay best!)
2. How hilarious they make the experience to the viewers, in the process
3. And an opportunity to practically embed a youtube video in ur blog (its dead simple!)
Well, don't forget to see the video if you haven't already.. This one deserves a razzie alright!
Cheerios! :)
Thursday, February 07, 2008
Corporate Cricket Caucus
This is officially cricket season...The Indo-Aussie series has probably revived some of the dormant interest in cricket or maybe this was coming for a while now...
Not only is cricket in the air down under, it has also "infected" the mail boxes of us lazy software engineers...No sooner did the Intra company cricket mail adorn our inboxes, than did the junta (mostly one guy who either still regularly plays cricket or is very enthu about it) start sending mails about forming team"s" and registering for the tournament...And lest there be a battle of the sexes, an all women's cricket tournament was also advertised!!
So we get down to the yet-to-be-completed basket ball court (hah! YES one day, basketball shall be played there!) and start exercising our cricket rusty bones n muscles. And you have to understand one thing about tennis balls used to play cricket on the local scene; they come in various elasticities and weights! You have these rather hard and small ones, which go lighter than fast (or faster than light) and you have this feather light, furry tennis ball variant. The main advantage of the former is that when it makes contact with the willow, it gathers quite some speed; however, the fatal drawback of the same is that when it makes contact with your corporeal self, it'll leave you begging for mercy...
And so we were stuck with the hard 'un and while we were just getting warmed up (by the ball hitting us also), along came another set of id wearing, formally dressed, casually confident group of guys. And no time was wasted to come to an agreement that there shall be a 'match' between the 'teams'. This match was to be held with a big, plastic water tank on one side and a stone on the other side serving as wickets! Throw in some powerful lights, a blabbering bombay buffoon and some controversy and we've got a world cup final here!
I decided to, meanwhile, study the human aspect here which incidentally is the highlight of this post...You see all kinds of guys when you're in a place where there are a lot of ppl playing cricket. There's the silent, brooding type who more often than not let their actions do the talking (and how!); There's the loud type, also called the showboater, in total contrast to the above mentioned type in all aspects!; There's the enthu type who genuinely wanna play but somehow aren't up to standards etc etc
And what I've realized is you sometimes get to know the person a little bit better, when you play with them...Either their high competitive streak or their never say die attitude or their selfishness or their big aortic pump, is revealed when they do certain things. Well, lets just say its really hard not to form an impression about a guy who's around 25 years old and adamantly refuses to give up his turn to bat even after he's gotten out blatantly :)
All's well that ends well...We head back to our respective desks, nursing our bruises, patting each other's backs and discussing the day; little knowing that sore backs and aching shoulders are waiting to greet us along with the next morning's sun.....
Not only is cricket in the air down under, it has also "infected" the mail boxes of us lazy software engineers...No sooner did the Intra company cricket mail adorn our inboxes, than did the junta (mostly one guy who either still regularly plays cricket or is very enthu about it) start sending mails about forming team"s" and registering for the tournament...And lest there be a battle of the sexes, an all women's cricket tournament was also advertised!!
So we get down to the yet-to-be-completed basket ball court (hah! YES one day, basketball shall be played there!) and start exercising our cricket rusty bones n muscles. And you have to understand one thing about tennis balls used to play cricket on the local scene; they come in various elasticities and weights! You have these rather hard and small ones, which go lighter than fast (or faster than light) and you have this feather light, furry tennis ball variant. The main advantage of the former is that when it makes contact with the willow, it gathers quite some speed; however, the fatal drawback of the same is that when it makes contact with your corporeal self, it'll leave you begging for mercy...
And so we were stuck with the hard 'un and while we were just getting warmed up (by the ball hitting us also), along came another set of id wearing, formally dressed, casually confident group of guys. And no time was wasted to come to an agreement that there shall be a 'match' between the 'teams'. This match was to be held with a big, plastic water tank on one side and a stone on the other side serving as wickets! Throw in some powerful lights, a blabbering bombay buffoon and some controversy and we've got a world cup final here!
I decided to, meanwhile, study the human aspect here which incidentally is the highlight of this post...You see all kinds of guys when you're in a place where there are a lot of ppl playing cricket. There's the silent, brooding type who more often than not let their actions do the talking (and how!); There's the loud type, also called the showboater, in total contrast to the above mentioned type in all aspects!; There's the enthu type who genuinely wanna play but somehow aren't up to standards etc etc
And what I've realized is you sometimes get to know the person a little bit better, when you play with them...Either their high competitive streak or their never say die attitude or their selfishness or their big aortic pump, is revealed when they do certain things. Well, lets just say its really hard not to form an impression about a guy who's around 25 years old and adamantly refuses to give up his turn to bat even after he's gotten out blatantly :)
All's well that ends well...We head back to our respective desks, nursing our bruises, patting each other's backs and discussing the day; little knowing that sore backs and aching shoulders are waiting to greet us along with the next morning's sun.....
Sunday, February 03, 2008
Learn to be still
And if you don't believe the sun will rise
Stand alone and greet the coming night
In the last remaining light...
Stand alone and greet the coming night
In the last remaining light...
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
kabhi de mazaa, kabhi de sazaa..
Din parbat ban jaaye
Raaton ko neend na aaye
chaandi ki bindiya, aag lagaaye
Yaar ki har pal yaad sataaye
Safar pyar ka, hai kaaton bhara
Sanam ke bina rahaa jaaye na.......
Ghum saha jaaye na....
Raaton ko neend na aaye
chaandi ki bindiya, aag lagaaye
Yaar ki har pal yaad sataaye
Safar pyar ka, hai kaaton bhara
Sanam ke bina rahaa jaaye na.......
Ghum saha jaaye na....
Friday, January 18, 2008
Huh?
Excuse me?
Kya re?
mera dil tere pe fida re!
'Huh?'
'Excuse me?'
' I'm sorry I didn't get you'
'What?'
'Could you please repeat that?'
These are words commonly used when one .... Aha my point exactly.
When exactly? Is it just when one didn't hear properly what the other person said? Or when one didn't "understand" what the other person said? Of course there's an evident difference between the two, but the thing to notice is what effect it has on the sayer. Will the sayer interpret it as just a request to exactly repeat what he said or will he assume that the listener didn't "understand" what he said and try to explain either in more detail or by using different words?
I have personally encountered this at work especially and I find it amusing :)
When I inadvertently end up saying 'huh?' instead of 'uh could you please repeat what you said just now?' or something emphasizing my lack of hearing, the sayer assumes that I didn't understand what he/she said and ends up explaining a concept I only know too well (in some cases). And if the concept in question was a simple one in terms of understandability, you will be given a tone/look which implies 'sche! This also needs to be explained to you?!' ; even though all ur fault was (maybe), was to not listen properly.
In a reverse psychology situation, I have also seen cases where the sayer assumes that he/she was dumb enough not to have communicated/explained properly. You say 'what did you say?' and they take it as 'Oh my God could you be any more incomprehensible?!' :D
I have been in both roles, the sayer and the listener...I keep telling myself not to underestimate people's knowledge/understanding capabilities and not to assume :)
I keep telling myself not to end posts abruptly...But the thing is most posts
Kya re?
mera dil tere pe fida re!
'Huh?'
'Excuse me?'
' I'm sorry I didn't get you'
'What?'
'Could you please repeat that?'
These are words commonly used when one .... Aha my point exactly.
When exactly? Is it just when one didn't hear properly what the other person said? Or when one didn't "understand" what the other person said? Of course there's an evident difference between the two, but the thing to notice is what effect it has on the sayer. Will the sayer interpret it as just a request to exactly repeat what he said or will he assume that the listener didn't "understand" what he said and try to explain either in more detail or by using different words?
I have personally encountered this at work especially and I find it amusing :)
When I inadvertently end up saying 'huh?' instead of 'uh could you please repeat what you said just now?' or something emphasizing my lack of hearing, the sayer assumes that I didn't understand what he/she said and ends up explaining a concept I only know too well (in some cases). And if the concept in question was a simple one in terms of understandability, you will be given a tone/look which implies 'sche! This also needs to be explained to you?!' ; even though all ur fault was (maybe), was to not listen properly.
In a reverse psychology situation, I have also seen cases where the sayer assumes that he/she was dumb enough not to have communicated/explained properly. You say 'what did you say?' and they take it as 'Oh my God could you be any more incomprehensible?!' :D
I have been in both roles, the sayer and the listener...I keep telling myself not to underestimate people's knowledge/understanding capabilities and not to assume :)
I keep telling myself not to end posts abruptly...But the thing is most posts
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
Tomorrow come
Picked this up on a blog...Was rather scary for some people when it was cooked up, but now seems to be a funny thing! Quite a funny phrase ... "naaLe baa" :D
"I had the daylights scared outta me when this "Naale Ba" rumour was making the rounds when I was in class 10. I was told that naale ba would come to your room in the middle of the night and call out for your name in your mom's voice. If you answered, you would bleed from your mouth and die the most horrible death. To avoid this cruel fate, one had to write "Naale Ba" with chalk on all the entry points of the house, seeing which the ghost would go away and come back the next day (Naale=next day).. Infact, my belief in naale ba strengthened when i was told that 3 brothers died in guttahalli when the responded to the call of the ghost.
That was like the scariest childhood memory of mine ever! "
"I had the daylights scared outta me when this "Naale Ba" rumour was making the rounds when I was in class 10. I was told that naale ba would come to your room in the middle of the night and call out for your name in your mom's voice. If you answered, you would bleed from your mouth and die the most horrible death. To avoid this cruel fate, one had to write "Naale Ba" with chalk on all the entry points of the house, seeing which the ghost would go away and come back the next day (Naale=next day).. Infact, my belief in naale ba strengthened when i was told that 3 brothers died in guttahalli when the responded to the call of the ghost.
That was like the scariest childhood memory of mine ever! "
Sunday, January 13, 2008
TV Show
There once was a time when Murali was poised to become a raging television sensation...
A tv show designed to elevate the mind...A perfect setting for him to showcase his talents such as how to nod head attentively, how to ask questions nonchalantly with a good blend of colloquial and textual language skills, how to hog the camera by grinning like a doofus ( :D like so )
But alas...
There came no remuneration...Nor was there adulation...The lost chance caused desolation...All thats left is contemplation (one more :D )
For your reference, the two standing gentlemen in the picture depict the mahagurus of wisdom that they bestoweth upon the bored albeit interest feigning 'engineering/management' aspirants... (How we were labeled "Aspirants" still beats me, considering we were all already into engineering courses...)
As a parting note, this post MUST carry a mention of one comrade who also braved the storm for 30 minutes with some aplomb! The second image below carries an esoteric but nonetheless famous quote from the same "techno" man...Good days mate! God bless :)
A tv show designed to elevate the mind...A perfect setting for him to showcase his talents such as how to nod head attentively, how to ask questions nonchalantly with a good blend of colloquial and textual language skills, how to hog the camera by grinning like a doofus ( :D like so )
But alas...
There came no remuneration...Nor was there adulation...The lost chance caused desolation...All thats left is contemplation (one more :D )
For your reference, the two standing gentlemen in the picture depict the mahagurus of wisdom that they bestoweth upon the bored albeit interest feigning 'engineering/management' aspirants... (How we were labeled "Aspirants" still beats me, considering we were all already into engineering courses...)
As a parting note, this post MUST carry a mention of one comrade who also braved the storm for 30 minutes with some aplomb! The second image below carries an esoteric but nonetheless famous quote from the same "techno" man...Good days mate! God bless :)
Friday, January 04, 2008
Goa & DCH
Some believe the New Year to be a rather special occasion to celebrate...
And some believe that they should cash in on the beliefs of these other somes and make a lot of money!
Well money mostly wasn't on our minds when kris ash griz and I set out to Goa (Don't worry I won't bore the crap out of you by doing a 'Day 1' 'Day 2' melodrama here...) The ambition rose in Griz' heart and the rest of our souls resonated with it! So after some itinerary drawing by Kris and some excellent transportation help by Paddy (without whom the trip would've been in some jeopardy! ) we were off!
And what all happened over there in 2.5 - 3 days, I don't wanna put down here...I feel its something that I can't do, even with my 'managerial' abilities (Some years down the line, I will look at this quoted word and probably wonder "what?!")...Instead, I'll just let this post be a milestone of sorts...A flag which will serve to help me relive those moments, as many as my poor memory will afford me! :)
And ever since I went to Chapora fort, I have had this strong urge to watch DCH again...
And so I am now...One of the best lines in the movie :)
Haan..Ya to dosti gehri hai, ya photo 3D hai!
And some believe that they should cash in on the beliefs of these other somes and make a lot of money!
Well money mostly wasn't on our minds when kris ash griz and I set out to Goa (Don't worry I won't bore the crap out of you by doing a 'Day 1' 'Day 2' melodrama here...) The ambition rose in Griz' heart and the rest of our souls resonated with it! So after some itinerary drawing by Kris and some excellent transportation help by Paddy (without whom the trip would've been in some jeopardy! ) we were off!
And what all happened over there in 2.5 - 3 days, I don't wanna put down here...I feel its something that I can't do, even with my 'managerial' abilities (Some years down the line, I will look at this quoted word and probably wonder "what?!")...Instead, I'll just let this post be a milestone of sorts...A flag which will serve to help me relive those moments, as many as my poor memory will afford me! :)
And ever since I went to Chapora fort, I have had this strong urge to watch DCH again...
And so I am now...One of the best lines in the movie :)
Haan..Ya to dosti gehri hai, ya photo 3D hai!
Thursday, December 27, 2007
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
Fade to Black
The opening of this song is orgasmic...tantalizingly orgasmic (which might just be an oxymoron there!)
It starts slowly, with what I can only imagine to be either a single violin or a singly guitar without distortion, playing just one note...Rising in volume ever so gently...And then guitar 1 hits you! And while you're digesting the melancholy in those notes, the electric guitar oh so majestic! Like a whip cracking through air, it catches you short of breath, sharp and arrogant! And like a seemingly out of control ride in an amusement park (yet designed to perfection in reality), it ascends and descends the musical track until it culminates in the final, blissful sequence leaving you with an 'ah!' on ur lips...
What follows is rather subjective...Until the masterful Kirk Hammett (lead guitarist of Metallica btw) takes over again...
Well some people, including my brother, might describe it in a rather woeful manner...Whenever I make the gross error of playing some sort of metal/rock/uknowhati'mtalkinabout kind of music when he's around, he usually brings a mock scared look to his face and asks me "lo is somebody breaking something?", an intelligent quip aimed to highlight the noise being caused by the drummer, or "does somebody want to take some revenge?" or "Why is somebody so angry to break the guitar and rip off the strings?"
speed kills is what i'd heard...For speed to kill music...well...
I guess Beauty lies in the...........
It starts slowly, with what I can only imagine to be either a single violin or a singly guitar without distortion, playing just one note...Rising in volume ever so gently...And then guitar 1 hits you! And while you're digesting the melancholy in those notes, the electric guitar oh so majestic! Like a whip cracking through air, it catches you short of breath, sharp and arrogant! And like a seemingly out of control ride in an amusement park (yet designed to perfection in reality), it ascends and descends the musical track until it culminates in the final, blissful sequence leaving you with an 'ah!' on ur lips...
What follows is rather subjective...Until the masterful Kirk Hammett (lead guitarist of Metallica btw) takes over again...
Well some people, including my brother, might describe it in a rather woeful manner...Whenever I make the gross error of playing some sort of metal/rock/uknowhati'mtalkinabout kind of music when he's around, he usually brings a mock scared look to his face and asks me "lo is somebody breaking something?", an intelligent quip aimed to highlight the noise being caused by the drummer, or "does somebody want to take some revenge?" or "Why is somebody so angry to break the guitar and rip off the strings?"
speed kills is what i'd heard...For speed to kill music...well...
I guess Beauty lies in the...........
Sunday, December 09, 2007
How to get a reco letter (the thrill way)
Follow the steps given below to make your life exciting :
1. Let your profs have shifted to a new building so that apart from sanitary and other basic functionalities, the building might as well host a 'under construction' board than the department board (key point to be noted : no internet connectivity for our papachi, dear profs)
2. Let the profs be reluctant to check their emails, by going to old building... (there is almost no concept of Internet connection at home, it seems)
Points one and two above satisfactorily require you to go for the hon. paper based recommendations...
At this point proceed to steps given below :
1. Get a viral fever
2. Have events at work which prevent you from attending to this all important matter at the earliest (atleast this is the official reason)
3. Pick "lab examination week" to get recos done, so that lecturers are away on external duty or are busy in ur own college lab
4. Schedule appointment with lecturer on Saturday so that it co-incides with another "function" of the family, for which ur dad has demanded you to set aside one or one and a half hours.
5. Let there be no college letter heads available in the department...its a saturday and department incharge guy is on leave
6. Let system in department where you are supposed to take printouts, be having no printer driver because of recent BIOS update
Something like whats given below might spoil ur experience...so beware
7. Lady in department might know where driver for printer cd is...She might still not know how to install it so we're back on track (hurray!)
8. Install printer and wait for letter heads to arrive...Let it not arrive until its absolutely time for u to leave for family function...Promise lady in department u will arrive "in time" to collect printouts
9. Do not arrive in time...Arrive to find department locked...
10. Mysteriously locate attender and get department door unlocked...Get printouts on new letter heads and await lecturer to arrive.
11. Allow lecturer to talk on phone while filling up recommendation forms...Allow lecturer to sign in place where you should sign...
12. Keep a smile on your face :)
Krishna, you were so wrong lo....Nothing usually happens like this to me nodu...Its all smooth sailin! Why you would want to go and say something like, "there has to be something wrong with /about you all the time" is beyond me...
1. Let your profs have shifted to a new building so that apart from sanitary and other basic functionalities, the building might as well host a 'under construction' board than the department board (key point to be noted : no internet connectivity for our papachi, dear profs)
2. Let the profs be reluctant to check their emails, by going to old building... (there is almost no concept of Internet connection at home, it seems)
Points one and two above satisfactorily require you to go for the hon. paper based recommendations...
At this point proceed to steps given below :
1. Get a viral fever
2. Have events at work which prevent you from attending to this all important matter at the earliest (atleast this is the official reason)
3. Pick "lab examination week" to get recos done, so that lecturers are away on external duty or are busy in ur own college lab
4. Schedule appointment with lecturer on Saturday so that it co-incides with another "function" of the family, for which ur dad has demanded you to set aside one or one and a half hours.
5. Let there be no college letter heads available in the department...its a saturday and department incharge guy is on leave
6. Let system in department where you are supposed to take printouts, be having no printer driver because of recent BIOS update
Something like whats given below might spoil ur experience...so beware
7. Lady in department might know where driver for printer cd is...She might still not know how to install it so we're back on track (hurray!)
8. Install printer and wait for letter heads to arrive...Let it not arrive until its absolutely time for u to leave for family function...Promise lady in department u will arrive "in time" to collect printouts
9. Do not arrive in time...Arrive to find department locked...
10. Mysteriously locate attender and get department door unlocked...Get printouts on new letter heads and await lecturer to arrive.
11. Allow lecturer to talk on phone while filling up recommendation forms...Allow lecturer to sign in place where you should sign...
12. Keep a smile on your face :)
Krishna, you were so wrong lo....Nothing usually happens like this to me nodu...Its all smooth sailin! Why you would want to go and say something like, "there has to be something wrong with /about you all the time" is beyond me...
Sunday, December 02, 2007
Tring tring
A new and innovative way of ending a conversation...Normally u are used to a 'bye' but check this out :D
(Conversation already in progress)
Muli : So what time is ur training from and when does it end?
Girz : Mumble mumble blah di blah
Muli : Oh ok...Wasn't you supposed to get your laptop tomo man?
Girz : Ah no...Klibtz blub glug glug meeouw bow bow
Muli : Ah ok...So uh this....
Girz : Eno ond prashne idde iratte alva? Nillode illa nindu maataadodu, eno ond kelta ne irtya...
Trans: (Some or the other question will be there yes no? Doesnt stop only your talking, some or other thing you will be asking)
Muli : Goodnight lo
Girz : Goodnight lo
I talk swalpa jasthi che.
(Conversation already in progress)
Muli : So what time is ur training from and when does it end?
Girz : Mumble mumble blah di blah
Muli : Oh ok...Wasn't you supposed to get your laptop tomo man?
Girz : Ah no...Klibtz blub glug glug meeouw bow bow
Muli : Ah ok...So uh this....
Girz : Eno ond prashne idde iratte alva? Nillode illa nindu maataadodu, eno ond kelta ne irtya...
Trans: (Some or the other question will be there yes no? Doesnt stop only your talking, some or other thing you will be asking)
Muli : Goodnight lo
Girz : Goodnight lo
I talk swalpa jasthi che.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Kal ho na ho
Nice lyrics! (Sonu in senti mood OMG)
hoo...sach hai ke dil to dukha hai
hum ne magar socha hai
dil ko hai gham kyo aankh hai nam kyo
ho na hi tha jo huva hai
us baat ko jaane hi do jiska nisha kal ho na ho
hoo...sach hai ke dil to dukha hai
hum ne magar socha hai
dil ko hai gham kyo aankh hai nam kyo
ho na hi tha jo huva hai
us baat ko jaane hi do jiska nisha kal ho na ho
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