Scene 1
(Some days back; Malay Ray's class, GD beginning)
M.R - The topic for the first group is "Mysteries of the Universe"
A.K - "Women"
(the GD has begun...commotion in the background)
P1 - What?
A.K - Women. They are the biggest mysteries in this wide universe
P1 - ahaan (smile)
Scene 2
(Tonight; My room, in front of my laptop, chatting)
P2 - Ab farak nahi padta yaar
A.K - Farak toh kabhi bhi ni padta bro
P2 - :)
A.K - Aaj ek...kal doosri...n well...parson teesri...
P2 - Hahahahaha
A.K - :)
P2 - Haan dude...Main toh waisa hi tha...lekin iss baar maine socha ki I will give it a full stop
A.K - Hmmm...but koi na bro...hota hai...Mysteries of the Universe...Women
P2 - Hahaha...Sahi bol raha hai
Well...well...well...Any disagreements?
By the way...A.K would rather have the full stop now too...Any takers?
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Friday 15 February 2008
Wednesday 13 February 2008
My guide to an awesome Valentine's Day
To all those Singles who would rather chill out on the "Valentine's Day" by themselves, here are some tips you might use :)
- Pat yourself on the back
- Tell yourself Five Awesome Things about you
- Gift yourself your Favourite Music-band's latest album
- Remember that Real Madrid jersey you saw last time? Time to buy it
- Rush to your nearest Barista and have a Dark Temptations and a Heavenly Mocha (forget the diet regimes today!!!)
- Get a home delivery done of your favourite Domino's pizza/cuisine for dinner
- Toast three pints of Foster's all to yourself (wine or whiskey if you so wish)
- Watch a Tarantino flick (Pulp Fiction would rock!)
- Sing out loud and don't give a crap if people tell you that you really sound like a Donkey
Hope you have fun guys and gals!
Happy Valentine's Day!
.
- Pat yourself on the back
- Tell yourself Five Awesome Things about you
- Gift yourself your Favourite Music-band's latest album
- Remember that Real Madrid jersey you saw last time? Time to buy it
- Rush to your nearest Barista and have a Dark Temptations and a Heavenly Mocha (forget the diet regimes today!!!)
- Get a home delivery done of your favourite Domino's pizza/cuisine for dinner
- Toast three pints of Foster's all to yourself (wine or whiskey if you so wish)
- Watch a Tarantino flick (Pulp Fiction would rock!)
- Sing out loud and don't give a crap if people tell you that you really sound like a Donkey
Hope you have fun guys and gals!
Happy Valentine's Day!
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Saturday 2 February 2008
of A soul and its Asylum
Pitter patter
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?
Your words are magic and I really don't know Who in this crazy Hell are you...
In the story of life, one often comes across pretty interesting individuals, maharthis, so to speak in the IEW manner (can't help, what with the Venkammas and Rammanas and Moorthys getting the better of me...Angelie my dear, this is by far the most disappointing first minor ever for a course as sacred as yours!), who with their pin-point, arrowhead sharp words pierce the very core of your hearts, jingle that common bell of yes-I-know-this recognition, connect to you with those invisible strands of silent understanding whispers, evoke a sense of respect for the sheer audacity of words they use while all this time, you try and estimate the force they hit you with. ENORMOUS
Anyways, truth be told, I just felt like dedicating a full-fledged post to the aforementioned, a first for me I suppose, in the aftermath of those words that still ring in my head...
A toast to this as-of-now-unknown author...perhaps even two...worth it!
To you, friend...
.
Flitter flatter
Wop de who de who
I am magic
Life is tragic
Who the Hell are you?
Your words are magic and I really don't know Who in this crazy Hell are you...
In the story of life, one often comes across pretty interesting individuals, maharthis, so to speak in the IEW manner (can't help, what with the Venkammas and Rammanas and Moorthys getting the better of me...Angelie my dear, this is by far the most disappointing first minor ever for a course as sacred as yours!), who with their pin-point, arrowhead sharp words pierce the very core of your hearts, jingle that common bell of yes-I-know-this recognition, connect to you with those invisible strands of silent understanding whispers, evoke a sense of respect for the sheer audacity of words they use while all this time, you try and estimate the force they hit you with. ENORMOUS
Anyways, truth be told, I just felt like dedicating a full-fledged post to the aforementioned, a first for me I suppose, in the aftermath of those words that still ring in my head...
A toast to this as-of-now-unknown author...perhaps even two...worth it!
To you, friend...
.
Friday 1 February 2008
A lot has changed...
A lot has changed...
What with those naalis outside the houses...
that used to overflow in the rains...
bringing along garbage, hay and kids' paper boats...
One can distinctly remember those public taps...
at the chaurahas and jhopad-patti waalas' morning ablutions...
A lot has changed...
What with those little children who ran down the lanes...
semi-clothed, holding sticks in their hands...
rolling used bicycle tyres amidst loud shouts...
While paapadwaalas and chaatwaalas brought along their thelis...
Calling out to everyone in deep, throaty voices...
A lot has changed...
What with those melaas and the fervent waits...
during those Sunday eves and the month-end dates...
while preparing unending lists of to-get-things...
Not to forget the late-night electricity cuts...
and the resultant rooftop mohalla get-togethers and chit-chats...
They say Time runs...
That Life changes...
But even so One misses...
those Times...
those Moments...
and those Times and Moments...
.
What with those naalis outside the houses...
that used to overflow in the rains...
bringing along garbage, hay and kids' paper boats...
One can distinctly remember those public taps...
at the chaurahas and jhopad-patti waalas' morning ablutions...
A lot has changed...
What with those little children who ran down the lanes...
semi-clothed, holding sticks in their hands...
rolling used bicycle tyres amidst loud shouts...
While paapadwaalas and chaatwaalas brought along their thelis...
Calling out to everyone in deep, throaty voices...
A lot has changed...
What with those melaas and the fervent waits...
during those Sunday eves and the month-end dates...
while preparing unending lists of to-get-things...
Not to forget the late-night electricity cuts...
and the resultant rooftop mohalla get-togethers and chit-chats...
They say Time runs...
That Life changes...
But even so One misses...
those Times...
those Moments...
and those Times and Moments...
.
Monday 28 January 2008
The Essence
Day after day, night after night,
Life moves on.
Sometimes upon a crest, trying to balance Herself,
For one push would mean a downslide either side.
Sometimes in the vale of a trough where just
Pulls
Aren't enough...
Mostly though its just plain road
She walks upon,
With occasional bumps here and there, alone
She moves on. It gets monotonous sometimes, it
Does, but that's who She is, the name, the form and
Her
Very essence...
.
Life moves on.
Sometimes upon a crest, trying to balance Herself,
For one push would mean a downslide either side.
Sometimes in the vale of a trough where just
Pulls
Aren't enough...
Mostly though its just plain road
She walks upon,
With occasional bumps here and there, alone
She moves on. It gets monotonous sometimes, it
Does, but that's who She is, the name, the form and
Her
Very essence...
.
Tuesday 23 October 2007
Of Walls...and Life...
Preface :
It was one of those days when I was in my periodically occurring silent philosophical mood... The question going through my mind was 'what is life'? Can I really define it within some lines?
Stage-set :
A few months back in my 'peaceful' Maison des Mines room at Paris... Those walls enclosing me, nudging me to think... While my Name-twin was preparing to bid me goodbye for the day, I thought...and thought...
The Outcome :
[This is what interests us by the way...]
And the more I think about it now, the more I feel convinced that the analogy is apt...
Au Revoir!
It was one of those days when I was in my periodically occurring silent philosophical mood... The question going through my mind was 'what is life'? Can I really define it within some lines?
Stage-set :
A few months back in my 'peaceful' Maison des Mines room at Paris... Those walls enclosing me, nudging me to think... While my Name-twin was preparing to bid me goodbye for the day, I thought...and thought...
The Outcome :
[This is what interests us by the way...]
"Consider that newly constructed, somber whitewashed wall, looking all peaceful and beautiful. It will continue to look so till it is untouched. But once those lines of graphite or ink get marked upon it by the relentless pencils and pens in the form of cruel times and people, the serene beauty – that peaceful presence – is maligned, tampered with. And once this happens, the damage has happened once and for all. For the whitewash can be done again…that superficial layer can be gotten again…but beneath that coat, the mark remains…the impression stays. The wall stands still. That wall, my friend, is life itself."
And the more I think about it now, the more I feel convinced that the analogy is apt...
Au Revoir!
Saturday 26 May 2007
Where Mercs are taxis!
What's the future of a nation whose capital city sports Mercs as taxis? Frankly speaking I really don't know!
One thing's very sure though - this city has gone way ahead atleast in terms of the cars and bikes...Even a Hyundai Accent or a Honda City would feel coy entering Paris! Ferraris, Porsches, Renaults, Peugeots and many more sexy and expensive cars wrrooom by you normally as you move around in the city... As if its not our dream cars they're driving, but Maruti 800s or even Fiat Padminis for that matter! And lets please not even talk about bikes... Forget CBRs and Karizmas...hoards of Kawasakis and Hayabusas and Ducatis - those overtly expensive ones, hard to spot in our land have already whizzed past me in the past few days... Man, what's going on in here???
Be back with more!
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