No time to think of a title...

Finally got time from an alarmingly busy day, slept for... hmmm… hard to think, ok awake for 2 hrs in the whole day - brush kiya, khaya, soya.

Just so that I don’t proclaim this day as the best I ever had (kinda saving it for something special), thought will bring something good in this world. So here it is – a new post:

Don’t know why but I feel like writing a bit about my colleagues on my blog. Waste of virtual ink and paper – yeah sure, but c’mon they are worth a lot more.

RTE: Always Ready To Eat, probably that’s why even her name rhymes with RTE. The best gourmet (or should I say gourmand) to go out with. At times could be a lil scary but the best way to appease her – “Chennai Mountains”.

Ggaddhi (hindi for a pit, better - abyss): Every mortal - living and long dead will forever dread and be petrified by this abyss of no return. Tries hard to understand things ending up making people realize the utmost importance of when to shut the hell up. Cant recollect whether the nuclear holocaust has ruined more lives or her questions.

Chhoti: People talk about Kareena’s size zero look, hah get ready to get the concept of size zero blown to shreds. Never ask her qualification, and if you do, say goodbye to the next 80 odd hours of your life coz that’s how long it will take her to tell you her qualification.

Doctor Saab: Can easily be noticed in a big crowd, nah not b’coz of personality stuff, his volume of speech make the most advanced bose speakers at full blast sound like a whisper. Would intelligently swoop in with a doubt when you are about to die of a lecture and tip you over to the zone of brain dead.

Behere: Deaf to everything in this whole wide world except for her girlfriend. Girls all over the universe vouch for this guy when it comes to commitment in a relationship. He’s a true inspiration for all the gals in this world. Alas, God has long back stopped making such great men.

Faadu: Procurement ki rani aur company ki shezaadi – Faadu. She gives a simple sign of slightly flinching her eyebrows and you know the world population is going to drastically reduce in the next 10 min. I still love my pathetic life so moving on.

Doubt Bhaiya: The guy gets senti over the size and scale of a factory (truly amazing!!!), swami type of a guy (saatvik bhojan only plz), carries an expensive business phone for listening FM. Just when you proclaim someone as the most ridiculously insane person, this guy goes and makes a long and supposedly interesting (no way) conversation with him/her.

These are my colleagues, everyone rocks and m glad to be a part of this group (hope I remain in the grp, or should I say remain alive after this). Bloody hell – feeling drowsy again (hope you aint after reading this). This is me snoozing of (again). Chao

Booorrriiinnnggggg…

Certainly not the first time being hit by the dreaded but inevitable phenomenon of being a useless social animal screwing away what they call as a precious wealth – ‘time’ (could fit in ‘health’ as well here), or is it the other way round – time (again health???) screwing the crap outta me??

Lazing around on a Sunday afternoon unable to sleep (woke up just a couple of hours back) or should I say too bored to sleep, punching in some arbit characters which later m gonna call a ‘post’ at my blog. Suddenly it seems everything (everyone) around me has come on a one way ticket from the house of crap. Even the things I used to adore like the swimming pool right in front of my flat and more so the bloody clear view, the sound of rain hitting the earth, the couch m laying my ass on, my Ipod and of course occasionally me, everything compares to the sucky Hollywood sequels inflicted upon mankind for all the pissoff things done by us. Amazingly, I’m not getting pissed off right now, infact I’m amazed at the irony of the whole situation.

Let me explain. There was a time in my life (m talking of the dinosaur era) when I believed on feeling bored one would make efforts to initiate, get in touch with old friends, meet up with them, have a good time. I still do all of that sans the ‘efforts’ part, the after effect of adopting the pervasive philosophy in life – ‘Chill Maadi’. People say this all the time but seldom does one make it the vision and mission statement of his/her life and take it to a level where picking up your mobile, punching in a few numbers and talking is against the very philosophy you stand for.

Anyways, this entire retro & introspective mode is making me blurry n sleepy (the plan worked!!). This is me snoozing off. C ya soon.

Hilarious!!!!

Just remembered this, its from Friends seoson 3 (i guess)....
believe me its one of the most hilarious things i've ever heard...

Joey: If homosapiens were actually HOMO - SAPIENS is that why they are extinct!
Ross: Joey, homosapiens are people!!
Joey: Hey… I’m not judging!!!!

a man... a poet

well, i'm writing a poem over here(dont hate me for this)...
I havent written anything even close to a poem ever in my life. So today i thought what the heck, lets start off with a poem n believe me i wrote it in less than 5 min(but thats the trait of every great poet, u know turbulent flow of emotions hehehe)...

So here goes nothing-

We are leaving

We are leaving...
the blue sky behind
the one of its kind
the blossoming rose
the basking sunshine

We are leaving...
the wind upon thee
swaying the child within
unfolding the petals of the rose
buried in the memories within

We are leaving...
not the heaven nor the earth
but a paradise it seems
the world in we see
what we are it seems

We are leaving...
the friends the family
the sun shining upon us
the journey to freedom
the tryst with destiny

We are leaving...
the dream of a child
stars twinkling in our eyes
the fountain of joy
in the desert of our minds

We are leaving...
We are leaving...
We are leaving...


Maybe not very good but its worth an effort eh...

'pulp fiction'ed

A typical Tarantino movie. A lot of use of the 'f' word(and i mean a lot), a non-linear, unconventional way of narration, a major role of briefcases and obviously his favourite subject - crime, action n gangster movies.

If you judge "Pulp Fiction" as brilliant, you are wrong. Its definitely more than that. Its a classic. Why, u may ask? Is it the acting, the directing, the cinematography, the narration, the soundtrack, the often hillarious and sometimes subtle sense of humour, shattered brain and skull pieces on the rear window of a car... The answer would be yes. But this movie is about much more.

Tarantino has made a movie that's someway different from many other action, gangster or crime movies. What's so different? He tells three stories whose subjects are invariably "cool", a product of mass culture and pregnant with a lot of irony. Also, you cant help but notice the characters as just another human being around the corner, talking about vague, inconsequent, utterly unrelated stuff just as we all do(Samuel and Travolta talking about a foot massage- now how vague can you get), making their living by killing people or selling drugs. They surely aren't another action heroes who you forget as fast as you can twinkle.

It is a masterpiece. A classic - this movie has managed to carve a niche for itself amongst innumerable action/crime movies of all times(and one doesnt wonder at the fact that this genre is the most popular among film makers and audiences alike).

A must see.

I am falling...

I am falling...

This is not a metaphorical statement niether is this an opening gambit of a pitiful, swaying plea for desparate support and help. Then what, you may think, in the world led me to begin with such a fateful, depressed choice of words from the gambut of the whole english vocalubary.

Well, the answer is simple (to come to think of it, its not that simple-atleast for me). I am falling in love(surprised-dont be). Again, I'm not talking of falling into that abyssal level, that point of no return, that world in which humiliation and jubiliation are felt at the same time (damn i'm good at this). In short i'm not talking of Cupid over here coz you need a lot of courage to venture into that forbidden land or you have to be outa your mind (or really drunk) and more often than not its the second state that plunges you to dare that which is beyond this cosmos (ok i need another blog for talking about love). Having said that, i believe everybody has ought to get outta his/her mind (or get really drunk-whichever suits you) atleast once in his lifetime (i guess u know what i'm trying to say here).

Right, back to the main issue. If i am not falling in love with a girl is it a... (dont you hate these dots, these fricking pieces of anonymity). The answer - definitely not. Hey this reminds me of the movie Philadelphia - awesome movie, powerpacked performances by Tom Hanks and Denzel Washington. I remember that scene in which Tom Hanks is standing out of Denzel's Office after he refused to take his case. Tom Hank's expressions-awesome. There is silence, not one hiss of sound but that silence is growing upon you, rising echoes of the helplessness and pain of a man,swaying you, striking you right in your core(ok thats enough) But the movie is a must see.

Now i'm gonna say it. I am falling in love (ok hold your breath)with this book i'm reading right now(midnights children). I know you want to kick me in the nuts right now but eh i was getting bored, so i thought why not spread this joy of ennui in the world(i know - joy of ennui???).

So keep falling...

'Formula' for eternal glory

They live in a world of screeching tyres, burning rubber, and the scream of high-powered engines. They create legends on tracks leaving behind trails of spent fuel, spilt champagne and
bruised egos. Their personal demons drive them in pursuit of the ultimate trophy in motor car racing. These are the men, those magnificent men in their flying machines.

Yes I am talking about the amazing world of Formula 1. Dont get surprised, i've got this habbit of sensationalizing (pulp fictioning) stuff so dont get flabbergasted (see did it again). I have been watching F1 for almost a decade now and i developed what you call as love in first sight with the sport. F1 has got a fire in it which has the potential of rekindilling lives of dying souls(dammit there i go again, hehehe but this one is good).

The names of Schumacher, Alonso, Raikonnen are not unknown to many. What i want to highlight here are the heroes of the bygone era - from the 50's to late 80's. Why oh why u may ask. Well nowadays F1 is invariably a technological frenzy (one might even call it a technological orgy and it would make more sense).Having said that, the role of the driver has by no means diminished in any way(some might beg to differ). Ok consider this - by adjusting the front wing of the car to the tune of 0.1 degree one can make a hell lot of a difference on the top speed, braking, cooling and heating of engine and brakes and a whole gamut of other parameters(so weak-i know).

Juan Fangio (ring any bells)- Argentinian, the 50s was dominated by this man winning 5 World
Championships- a record that was broken after half a century later(by u all know who). This guy was a flyer(is that a word) and was known to drive on instincts.

Ayerton da Silva Senna - One of my personal favs. Ok this might seem a big jump landing straight to mid 80s but frankly i dont know much about people in between- its like there are
only two periods of time -yesteryear and present(Ok that was pathetic, i know. But for gods sake its only my second blog). Back to Senna.The most aggresive and ruthless driver ever to hand a steering wheel. His intense egoistic rivalry with Desmond Hill even when they were in the same team is legendary. The best driver in Wet conditions. I simply crave to see his racing videos.

How could you forget Alain Prost(but forget him for the time being). Another genius- Mika Hakkinen. True that he raced in a Mclaren which was way superior to any other car in the grid but this guy was a perfect mix of prudence and aggression. I cannot forget his overtaking maneouver over Shcumi using a back marker If you have seen it u will know what i mean. Simply majestic.

Ok you need a whole new post to talk about the legend Schumi(yup my all time fav).

Dont know why I wrote this blog guess just wanted to speak about F1. See ya soon(ya baby u havent seen the last of meeeeeee)...

One Night Stand

Ok before you get your guns out and proclaim that this is the best concept ever to be introduced upon the ever-lonely human kind (and i agree), i am talking about something entirely different. But come to think of it, its not all that different coz here we screw our minds.One night stand is the normal protocol followed to emerge out as a winner in those drastic and depressing times which we call - exams.

There is a test tommorow morning 9 am. Everybody knows this as it has been announced atleast a week back but this information floats in a virtual plane for the whole week and the reality comes crashing hard one night before the test. Right, not to worry. Now we use the most divine invention, a life saver, a true god sent - xerox. Get the notes, ponder over them for the
night, wake up in the morning, give the test, forget about the whole incident as a bad joke or more appropriately as a ridiculous dream but more often than not we crack the test big time.

Amazing isnt it and i am talking about the creme-de-la of the indian student pool. Actually its wierd talking about this because it has been hardwired into our systems so efficiently that its like brushing your teeth when you wake up or eating, sleeping, walking, its kind of an impetuous stimuli of our ingenious minds.

When you come to think of it this is not anybody's cup of tea. You need a very advanced level of intellectual understanding, an astute mind, a highly creative and ingenious intellect to even think of a one night stand.

Ok this last para was for my batchmates - keep on reading my blogs guys there are many more things i have to say about you guys which you might never have even heard of in your dreams(like the last para).

I love my college life...