Why do they say that we can never forget our first love? Is it because they know that there's gonna be a second? Or a third? Or maybe even more?
I remember the feeling when I first fell in love. I would walk with a funny and mysterious grin on my face, which usually made people wonder what's wrong with me. I was insanely in love with colours and all coulourful stuff...chocolate ice-creams, polka dots, ribbons, pastries, fruits, etc. I would sometimes spend my afternoons lazing around eating apples and oranges, while ofcourse thinking about my first all the time. If I had a really nice late night conversation with my first, I would usually wake up next morning with a humungous smile on my face. Ofcourse, it would turn into shock and denial as my Mum would pour cold...COLD water on my face!
These are some of the feelings I remember distinctly...and ofcourse there are more, but I don't remember them now...
Till then...I'll be in the canteen eating chips that don't belong to me...
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Happy Birthday Bhaaluu!!
Yesterday was my best friend's happy birthday!
She turned 19. And boy! Was she happy!! She was like a radioactive person radiating happiness and joy all around wherever she went! Even the grumpiest of people would find it really really hard, not to smile when she is around. She has a beautiful aura. Well...she is a beautiful person. She just hates buying Toblerones.
Anyway... like all birthdays, this one too, started at midnight. She probably started getting a lot of phone calls, probably had to reply to a lot of messages, probably had to say thank you to a lot of people. As for me, I was fast asleep. And I would have continued doing so if it wasn't for her life threatening message that suddenly popped into my head.
"If you forget to wish me on my birthday, you wait and watch!! I'll get a nice big cactus plant and poke you left right and centre! Mercilessly!! "
Now, cactus plants aren't exactly the softest things to get poked with. I would have much preferred cotton pillows filled with extra soft feather, but of course, that wouldnt happen.
So needless to say, I got up from my sleep at 3 in the morning and wished her happy birthday. We talked for a while and we made plans to meet up with the whole gang at around 3-330 in the afternoon. But again. When do plans go accordingly?
She made us wait for over an hour! Not that we were doing anything worthwhile. We were just a bunch of lazy people, with all the free time in the world. So we decided to use our free time productively.
HAHA! That never happened.
So we were getting restless and started taking another friend's case. We went and had some tea. Discovered a hundred different ways to keep yourself entertained with a broomstick (jaaroo). And we also learnt that, to pass 90 minutes of waiting time effortlessly, you either need to be born with the gift of being able to talk and talk and talk, or have a Nintendo with you. And we had neither.
Finally after the endless wait for the little tiny girl, Vaibhav's phone beeps. A new message - I've reached!
We all took our positions as she paid the rickshawala and made her way to the parking lot. Armed with our deadly gifts, we waited. We waited as she unsuspiciously came closer to us....closer....closer still....
She sat down. Put her bag next to her. As she calmly waited for us with no clue as to what's in store for her, we sneaked closer towards her.........and.............3...............2................1 !!! We all exploded!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And as we all expected, there was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig snug smile spread across her face! Obviously, we also couldn't hide our happiness! We hugged her, we wished her, we gave her our gifts, which was followed by a lot of " thank you's "from her side, and the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to become so much lighter.
Mission successful !!! ...well...somewhat...
Sadly, her hair was looking insanely beautiful, and her face was so bright, it seemed as if she had swallowed an extra helping of joy and now it was showing on her face. So that meant no bday cake on her face and hair. Sigh! Anyway...the guys gave her the gifts. I gave her my gift. A small photo session happened. In-between Consta ate the cake. And basically, we were all happy.
We decided to take her to this wonderful place called "The Riverview".
According to her, it was the most perfect place. It was an open restaurant. The moon was out, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds and the trees. A slight evening breeze wafted across the table, blowing her hair, as gently as a soft tickle. The little candles, adding its dreamlike charm to the evening magic. And the city just magically transformed into floating lights, away into the night. That was all that she had asked for. Oh wait! She also asked for some chicken.
We laughed. We joked. We had experiments with camera phones and candles. It was nice. Soon the food came. And soon it got over. And finally the evening also had to end as she had to leave for her hostel. Sigh! It was such a beautiful evening with such wonderful people. What more could you really ask for?
Bhaaluu!!! Thank you!!! For the lovely day and the most wonderful evening!!! Really can't wait for your next birthday!! Grow old fast!
She turned 19. And boy! Was she happy!! She was like a radioactive person radiating happiness and joy all around wherever she went! Even the grumpiest of people would find it really really hard, not to smile when she is around. She has a beautiful aura. Well...she is a beautiful person. She just hates buying Toblerones.
Anyway... like all birthdays, this one too, started at midnight. She probably started getting a lot of phone calls, probably had to reply to a lot of messages, probably had to say thank you to a lot of people. As for me, I was fast asleep. And I would have continued doing so if it wasn't for her life threatening message that suddenly popped into my head.
"If you forget to wish me on my birthday, you wait and watch!! I'll get a nice big cactus plant and poke you left right and centre! Mercilessly!! "
Now, cactus plants aren't exactly the softest things to get poked with. I would have much preferred cotton pillows filled with extra soft feather, but of course, that wouldnt happen.
So needless to say, I got up from my sleep at 3 in the morning and wished her happy birthday. We talked for a while and we made plans to meet up with the whole gang at around 3-330 in the afternoon. But again. When do plans go accordingly?
She made us wait for over an hour! Not that we were doing anything worthwhile. We were just a bunch of lazy people, with all the free time in the world. So we decided to use our free time productively.
HAHA! That never happened.
So we were getting restless and started taking another friend's case. We went and had some tea. Discovered a hundred different ways to keep yourself entertained with a broomstick (jaaroo). And we also learnt that, to pass 90 minutes of waiting time effortlessly, you either need to be born with the gift of being able to talk and talk and talk, or have a Nintendo with you. And we had neither.
Finally after the endless wait for the little tiny girl, Vaibhav's phone beeps. A new message - I've reached!
We all took our positions as she paid the rickshawala and made her way to the parking lot. Armed with our deadly gifts, we waited. We waited as she unsuspiciously came closer to us....closer....closer still....
She sat down. Put her bag next to her. As she calmly waited for us with no clue as to what's in store for her, we sneaked closer towards her.........and.............3...............2................1 !!! We all exploded!!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!
And as we all expected, there was a biiiiiiiiiiiiiig snug smile spread across her face! Obviously, we also couldn't hide our happiness! We hugged her, we wished her, we gave her our gifts, which was followed by a lot of " thank you's "from her side, and the atmosphere, suddenly seemed to become so much lighter.
Mission successful !!! ...well...somewhat...
Sadly, her hair was looking insanely beautiful, and her face was so bright, it seemed as if she had swallowed an extra helping of joy and now it was showing on her face. So that meant no bday cake on her face and hair. Sigh! Anyway...the guys gave her the gifts. I gave her my gift. A small photo session happened. In-between Consta ate the cake. And basically, we were all happy.
We decided to take her to this wonderful place called "The Riverview".
According to her, it was the most perfect place. It was an open restaurant. The moon was out, busy playing hide and seek with the clouds and the trees. A slight evening breeze wafted across the table, blowing her hair, as gently as a soft tickle. The little candles, adding its dreamlike charm to the evening magic. And the city just magically transformed into floating lights, away into the night. That was all that she had asked for. Oh wait! She also asked for some chicken.
We laughed. We joked. We had experiments with camera phones and candles. It was nice. Soon the food came. And soon it got over. And finally the evening also had to end as she had to leave for her hostel. Sigh! It was such a beautiful evening with such wonderful people. What more could you really ask for?
Bhaaluu!!! Thank you!!! For the lovely day and the most wonderful evening!!! Really can't wait for your next birthday!! Grow old fast!
Thursday, January 8, 2009
Poop! Crap! Shit! Bingabingabingabinga!!
Ashes to ashes,dust to dust
A man's got to go when he must.
Out in the fields where there ain't no flush
Drop your pants and try not to blush.
Squat down,push hard,drop it like it's hot,
Wipe off, get up, hope you haven't missed a spot.
Zip up,look up, feel one with the stars miscellaneous
After all you just got in touch with Uranus
A man's got to go when he must.
Out in the fields where there ain't no flush
Drop your pants and try not to blush.
Squat down,push hard,drop it like it's hot,
Wipe off, get up, hope you haven't missed a spot.
Zip up,look up, feel one with the stars miscellaneous
After all you just got in touch with Uranus
Thursday, January 1, 2009
Yappy Hew Near !!
It was that time of the year again!!
Great discounts, awesome food, live music, colourful streets and of course, network issues! The chilly last night of December, always, seems to magically turn into a warm fairy tale, complete with fairies in their white dresses, free flowing champagne, confetti rising in the air, people dancing to great music and cakes, chocolates, pastries and beautiful women!! Its a merry time, as everyone plans to bid goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year! Couples want to make it a special occasion, friends want to have the best time together, children want to eat the ice cream and watch the fireworks, families go out and celebrate and have a great time together, and politicians......well I don't exactly know what they do. And to make this last day of the year special and eventful, everyone makes plans. Everyone, but a bunch of lazy friends, which umm...includes me as well.
Before I go ahead with the story it is better if you know a little bit about my friends.
Shane is the guy who dresses up very nicely and is always in the mood to dance.
Aalap is the guy mostly seen with torn jeans and a Rammstein t-shirt who thinks his almost 5 year old Maruti 800 is a beast capable of doing what, even a Lamborghini can't do.
The guy with the long unkempt hair would be Vishal. A creative genius, he wears shorts in the cold.
Karen and Sonali. Two best friends. They are both girls.
And me. I am single.
So, the night starts. Shane and Aalap, both reach my place about 8 30 in the evening. I have a little food, put on a white tee and blue jeans (always works), bid goodbye to my parents and join them to have "fun" in the night. Basically have a blast! We hadn't really planned anything The best plans are the ones, that are never planned. Or so we thought.
We were quite wrong.
A 5 minute drive later, we are at Vishal's place. We planned to meet up and then go and have dinner at some nice place, with maybe a little jazz playing in the background, if lucky maybe even ask a few girls out and then finally top it up with whiskey flavoured ice-cream.
But when did plans ever work?
Vishal was too lazy, moreover his money was stolen by his maid, Aalap was busy playing my guitar, Shane was busy lamenting the fact that he turned down the offer to go to an awesome party with Karen and Sonali, and instead, hang around with 2 decently dressed guys and a guy in shorts, and I...well I was searching for chocolates in the fridge. After a lot of arguments, discussions and 2 chocolates later, we finally decided on what to do for the night and how to celebrate, have a blast and generally have a good time!
We decided we would order pizzas. Yup! And oh yeah...Minute Maid Pulpy Orange and Mazaa too! Non-alcoholic. We also planned to watch a movie.
Now, deciding to have pizzas and watch a movie was a different thing. But deciding on which pizzas to have and which movie to watch was a whole different battle altogether!
Spicy chicken?
No!
Why not?!
Maybe, but not too much cheese!
But they just started cheese burst!!
How about Chicken Barbeque??
Hmm...that sounds nice..!
Where's the loo?
Can we order veg too??
Do they have discounts??
Where's the loo???
After a zillion seconds of group discussions and rejections, finally we decided to have spicy chicken. Now the size.
Medium?
But will it be sufficient for four?
No medium is too small! Lets go for large!!
Who's gonna have large??
Medium is fine!
How about extraaa large??
Let's cook the food!
How big is medium?
Eh! I found an awesome tune!
I think one large and one medium should be fine!
How about 2 medium sized pizzas??!
It was worse than a parliamentary debate.
Finally we ordered one medium and one large pizaa. And some Minute Maid and Mazaa to accompany. Deciding the movie was much easier though. Only thing was the external hard disk started to act funny and refused to play us the movie. No matter how much we pleaded, begged, slapped, disconnected and reconnected it, it simply wouldn't play! Stupid hard disk!
Fortunately Vishal had Russel Peter's on his laptop!! YAY!!
Thank God for Russel Peters! He saved the night!
Or so we thought...again...
Somewhere in the middle of Russel abusing the Arabs, and the Minute Maid almost getting over, Shane had this sudden urge of going and meeting someone...you know...someone...
This someone stayed in a far far away land...and Aalap being the one who owns the Lamborghini...I mean Maruti 800, had to drop Shane there. Aalap forced me to go with him or else he would never pay me the cash he owed me. Vishal was...just lazy. So it was Aalap, Shane and me, once again, in the car, going to a far far away land, to meet Shane's someone.
It wasn't all that bad actually...we got to see a couple of drunken people abusing the lamp posts! Funny..hehe..
We reached back after about an hour or so, and all of us were too sleepy to do anything. So we joined the beds, almost forgot to wish each other good night, did our thing at the loo, and somehow managed to go to sleep. The lights went off at about 1 a.m. in the morning.
Well...come to think about it, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, there was no great music, no awesome food, and definitely no cute girls, but somehow this will be a new year that, probably all of us will remember for quite a long time..
Aalap, who had plans of getting drunk that night, did not have a single beer. Shane got dressed up for the guys. Vishal lost his money. And as for me... well...I am still single!
Oh! by the way...
Great discounts, awesome food, live music, colourful streets and of course, network issues! The chilly last night of December, always, seems to magically turn into a warm fairy tale, complete with fairies in their white dresses, free flowing champagne, confetti rising in the air, people dancing to great music and cakes, chocolates, pastries and beautiful women!! Its a merry time, as everyone plans to bid goodbye to the old year and welcome the new year! Couples want to make it a special occasion, friends want to have the best time together, children want to eat the ice cream and watch the fireworks, families go out and celebrate and have a great time together, and politicians......well I don't exactly know what they do. And to make this last day of the year special and eventful, everyone makes plans. Everyone, but a bunch of lazy friends, which umm...includes me as well.
Before I go ahead with the story it is better if you know a little bit about my friends.
Shane is the guy who dresses up very nicely and is always in the mood to dance.
Aalap is the guy mostly seen with torn jeans and a Rammstein t-shirt who thinks his almost 5 year old Maruti 800 is a beast capable of doing what, even a Lamborghini can't do.
The guy with the long unkempt hair would be Vishal. A creative genius, he wears shorts in the cold.
Karen and Sonali. Two best friends. They are both girls.
And me. I am single.
So, the night starts. Shane and Aalap, both reach my place about 8 30 in the evening. I have a little food, put on a white tee and blue jeans (always works), bid goodbye to my parents and join them to have "fun" in the night. Basically have a blast! We hadn't really planned anything The best plans are the ones, that are never planned. Or so we thought.
We were quite wrong.
A 5 minute drive later, we are at Vishal's place. We planned to meet up and then go and have dinner at some nice place, with maybe a little jazz playing in the background, if lucky maybe even ask a few girls out and then finally top it up with whiskey flavoured ice-cream.
But when did plans ever work?
Vishal was too lazy, moreover his money was stolen by his maid, Aalap was busy playing my guitar, Shane was busy lamenting the fact that he turned down the offer to go to an awesome party with Karen and Sonali, and instead, hang around with 2 decently dressed guys and a guy in shorts, and I...well I was searching for chocolates in the fridge. After a lot of arguments, discussions and 2 chocolates later, we finally decided on what to do for the night and how to celebrate, have a blast and generally have a good time!
We decided we would order pizzas. Yup! And oh yeah...Minute Maid Pulpy Orange and Mazaa too! Non-alcoholic. We also planned to watch a movie.
Now, deciding to have pizzas and watch a movie was a different thing. But deciding on which pizzas to have and which movie to watch was a whole different battle altogether!
Spicy chicken?
No!
Why not?!
Maybe, but not too much cheese!
But they just started cheese burst!!
How about Chicken Barbeque??
Hmm...that sounds nice..!
Where's the loo?
Can we order veg too??
Do they have discounts??
Where's the loo???
After a zillion seconds of group discussions and rejections, finally we decided to have spicy chicken. Now the size.
Medium?
But will it be sufficient for four?
No medium is too small! Lets go for large!!
Who's gonna have large??
Medium is fine!
How about extraaa large??
Let's cook the food!
How big is medium?
Eh! I found an awesome tune!
I think one large and one medium should be fine!
How about 2 medium sized pizzas??!
It was worse than a parliamentary debate.
Finally we ordered one medium and one large pizaa. And some Minute Maid and Mazaa to accompany. Deciding the movie was much easier though. Only thing was the external hard disk started to act funny and refused to play us the movie. No matter how much we pleaded, begged, slapped, disconnected and reconnected it, it simply wouldn't play! Stupid hard disk!
Fortunately Vishal had Russel Peter's on his laptop!! YAY!!
Thank God for Russel Peters! He saved the night!
Or so we thought...again...
Somewhere in the middle of Russel abusing the Arabs, and the Minute Maid almost getting over, Shane had this sudden urge of going and meeting someone...you know...someone...
This someone stayed in a far far away land...and Aalap being the one who owns the Lamborghini...I mean Maruti 800, had to drop Shane there. Aalap forced me to go with him or else he would never pay me the cash he owed me. Vishal was...just lazy. So it was Aalap, Shane and me, once again, in the car, going to a far far away land, to meet Shane's someone.
It wasn't all that bad actually...we got to see a couple of drunken people abusing the lamp posts! Funny..hehe..
We reached back after about an hour or so, and all of us were too sleepy to do anything. So we joined the beds, almost forgot to wish each other good night, did our thing at the loo, and somehow managed to go to sleep. The lights went off at about 1 a.m. in the morning.
Well...come to think about it, it wasn't all that bad. Sure, there was no great music, no awesome food, and definitely no cute girls, but somehow this will be a new year that, probably all of us will remember for quite a long time..
Aalap, who had plans of getting drunk that night, did not have a single beer. Shane got dressed up for the guys. Vishal lost his money. And as for me... well...I am still single!
Oh! by the way...
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
Hold Me Just A Little While
Empty skies why so high
Stuff that I try always make me cry
Took my chance when I had my place
Darling why wont you give away
To touch your lips and to kiss your eyes
Lord can I spend just one more time
I'll hold you in my arms and i'll calm you down
Queen of my heart I'll give you the crown
Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little
Your lips dont say but your eyes do show
Hollow hearts just rhym no more
Love your skin and I love your smell
But I gotta act like you cant tell
I'll wait for you till the grasses grow
But promise me girl you wont say no
I'll miss you i'll hold you
But you wont even have a clue
Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little
Stuff that I try always make me cry
Took my chance when I had my place
Darling why wont you give away
To touch your lips and to kiss your eyes
Lord can I spend just one more time
I'll hold you in my arms and i'll calm you down
Queen of my heart I'll give you the crown
Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little
Your lips dont say but your eyes do show
Hollow hearts just rhym no more
Love your skin and I love your smell
But I gotta act like you cant tell
I'll wait for you till the grasses grow
But promise me girl you wont say no
I'll miss you i'll hold you
But you wont even have a clue
Darling
Hold me just a little while
Hold me just a little
Saturday, December 27, 2008
The Simplest Things
Most simple things in life are those, which we always seem to take for granted...and yet when we realize the value of the simple pleasure that these things give us, it feels out of this world.
# Finding money in your old jeans pocket, right when you needed it.
# Cooking for the first time and going horribly wrong!
# Early in the cold morning when you see a couple of very old men, probably best friends in sweaters and jackets, slowly doing their morning walk.
# The simple dots in the sky! The stars! When you start to wonder how there are so many and how they form infinite shapes, its pretty amazing!
# When you are sitting in a garden after a fresh shower and you see butterflies flying about.
# A cup of evening tea with nice jazz playing in the background, and instead of a rainy day outside, you see the sun setting behind the city skyline.
# A day with your phone switched off. You get to hear so many different sounds instead of your annoying ring tune.
# When was the last time you made paper boats and sailed them in the rain?
# When you put pepsi in your ice tray and you had your own pepsi-pops!
# A really really really REALLY peaceful afternoon under a tree.
# When you had a bad emergency, and couldn't find a single empty toilet seat.
# When you go in for an early morning shower, and how you conveniently stay 10 feet away from the cold COLD water!
# Finding money in your old jeans pocket, right when you needed it.
# Cooking for the first time and going horribly wrong!
# Early in the cold morning when you see a couple of very old men, probably best friends in sweaters and jackets, slowly doing their morning walk.
# The simple dots in the sky! The stars! When you start to wonder how there are so many and how they form infinite shapes, its pretty amazing!
# When you are sitting in a garden after a fresh shower and you see butterflies flying about.
# A cup of evening tea with nice jazz playing in the background, and instead of a rainy day outside, you see the sun setting behind the city skyline.
# A day with your phone switched off. You get to hear so many different sounds instead of your annoying ring tune.
# When was the last time you made paper boats and sailed them in the rain?
# When you put pepsi in your ice tray and you had your own pepsi-pops!
# A really really really REALLY peaceful afternoon under a tree.
# When you had a bad emergency, and couldn't find a single empty toilet seat.
# When you go in for an early morning shower, and how you conveniently stay 10 feet away from the cold COLD water!
Friday, December 26, 2008
My Picture...
Times are a changing
The waves are coming
The wings are flying
The leaves are rustling
But I, am still waiting
And I'll wait till my picture's done painting...
Shee...I get so senti sometimes...!
The waves are coming
The wings are flying
The leaves are rustling
But I, am still waiting
And I'll wait till my picture's done painting...
Shee...I get so senti sometimes...!
Thursday, December 25, 2008
Snip !
Why cant the hair cutters ever cut my hair like the way I want them to ??!!!
What gives them the freedom to just cut it the way they feel like? I mean how hard is it to understand a few simple instructions? I probably would have been better off going bald! No mistakes, no unevenness, no fuss! Straight to nothing!
There is quite a line in this one. I thought this would be a nice place, unlike the others. So I wait for 20 minutes in the line. I spend another 5 explaining to him what exactly I want, how I don't want to pay 500 bucks and get my hair straightened, and how long it should be towards the end.
"Sure! I got it! ", says the guy dressed in white. With scissors in one hand and a green comb in the other, he seemed liked the hair terminator. He even had black glasses on.
I think to myself - "Maybe this time I'll finally get the exact style I want." For a moment I start to celebrate. But clear doubts enter my mind as I see the confused look on his face in the mirror. I ask him what happened? "Nothing.", he says nervously.
Of course something's wrong! Something's horribly wrong!
He quickly begins to snip and snap on my other side, pulls my hair a bit, checks something, snips some more and asks me to take a look.
And this is how I look now.
O.K. I am just kidding. It only looked a little better than this.
Ok. It looked a lot better than this, but still not what I wanted...sigh!
What gives them the freedom to just cut it the way they feel like? I mean how hard is it to understand a few simple instructions? I probably would have been better off going bald! No mistakes, no unevenness, no fuss! Straight to nothing!
There is quite a line in this one. I thought this would be a nice place, unlike the others. So I wait for 20 minutes in the line. I spend another 5 explaining to him what exactly I want, how I don't want to pay 500 bucks and get my hair straightened, and how long it should be towards the end.
"Sure! I got it! ", says the guy dressed in white. With scissors in one hand and a green comb in the other, he seemed liked the hair terminator. He even had black glasses on.
I think to myself - "Maybe this time I'll finally get the exact style I want." For a moment I start to celebrate. But clear doubts enter my mind as I see the confused look on his face in the mirror. I ask him what happened? "Nothing.", he says nervously.
Of course something's wrong! Something's horribly wrong!
He quickly begins to snip and snap on my other side, pulls my hair a bit, checks something, snips some more and asks me to take a look.
And this is how I look now.
O.K. I am just kidding. It only looked a little better than this.
Ok. It looked a lot better than this, but still not what I wanted...sigh!
Friday, December 19, 2008
Love, Friendship or Ice Cream ??
If love is the best wine you've ever had, then friendship, is all those years that went into the making of the wine. Without friendship, there is hardly ever good wine. It is important to have a good friendship. Cause love grows out of friendship. Mostly. Lets not talk about the other rare lucky bastards.
So how do you define friendship?
Well...if you kick your best friend in the butt. That's friendship.
You pull his/her hair. That's friendship.
You make him/her do your homework, especially when he/she doesn't want to do it. And he/she ends up not doing it. That's friendship.
He/She promises to pick you up for a lecture in the morning. And he/she ends up getting lost on the way and finally asks you to go for the lecture alone. That's friendship.
When he/she shamelessly asks you to buy food for him/her. And you do it. Cause you also do the same thing with him/her often. That's friendship.
He/she makes you laugh and cry, makes you feel angry, makes you feel beautiful, all at the same time, will burp on your face (not sure how many women do that), draw useless and the worst drawings you've ever seen, picks his/her nose (again, not sure how many women do this either) in front of you, will eat more food than you and still insist that they split the bill 50-50...that's REAL friendship!
Now, lets be honest...when you are in love, you wouldn't exactly kick the other person in the butt, would you? You'll gladly do his/her homework, even if it means that you can't go to pick your Nobel Prize. After all, you LOVE him/her. And if you are in love with the other person, you would definitely DEFINITELY, make sure that you pick him/her up on time, ON TIME, and make sure he/she reaches for the lecture. If you're a guy, you would probably get your car so that her hair doesn't get messed up. If you're a girl, then why bother? You would always try to keep her happy...no matter what happens, you will never forget your manners and will not burp or pick your nose in front of him/her and generally annoy her, and of course you'll pay for almost every lunch and every dinner, even though you can't pay your own house rent!
But isnt it a bit...dead and done? I mean the whole picture seems so much more alive, and familiar with friendship. Sure! People do crazy things when they are in love. They bunk their lectures and together, hand in hand, read the latest edition of "Business News". On their birthdays, they buy big fancy cards from the store and wish them at exactly 12 in the midnight! WOW! I mean seriously! How many people do that ?!
But what you can do with friends is you can do absolutely "normal" stuff like go and spend 2 rupees on nimbu paani, or go to a big mall and play hide and seek, or spend an evening at a quiet corner in college and sing songs along with the guitar, have cups of coffee at the university, or plain have oranges and apples together, etc.....and yet, it seems crazy, feels crazy! It feels great!
I dont know why I wrote this, or why I even thought of this...but if I had to chose, any one, out of love, friendship and ice cream...I would definitely chose a lovely ice cream with my lovely friends!
What about you?
So how do you define friendship?
Well...if you kick your best friend in the butt. That's friendship.
You pull his/her hair. That's friendship.
You make him/her do your homework, especially when he/she doesn't want to do it. And he/she ends up not doing it. That's friendship.
He/She promises to pick you up for a lecture in the morning. And he/she ends up getting lost on the way and finally asks you to go for the lecture alone. That's friendship.
When he/she shamelessly asks you to buy food for him/her. And you do it. Cause you also do the same thing with him/her often. That's friendship.
He/she makes you laugh and cry, makes you feel angry, makes you feel beautiful, all at the same time, will burp on your face (not sure how many women do that), draw useless and the worst drawings you've ever seen, picks his/her nose (again, not sure how many women do this either) in front of you, will eat more food than you and still insist that they split the bill 50-50...that's REAL friendship!
Now, lets be honest...when you are in love, you wouldn't exactly kick the other person in the butt, would you? You'll gladly do his/her homework, even if it means that you can't go to pick your Nobel Prize. After all, you LOVE him/her. And if you are in love with the other person, you would definitely DEFINITELY, make sure that you pick him/her up on time, ON TIME, and make sure he/she reaches for the lecture. If you're a guy, you would probably get your car so that her hair doesn't get messed up. If you're a girl, then why bother? You would always try to keep her happy...no matter what happens, you will never forget your manners and will not burp or pick your nose in front of him/her and generally annoy her, and of course you'll pay for almost every lunch and every dinner, even though you can't pay your own house rent!
But isnt it a bit...dead and done? I mean the whole picture seems so much more alive, and familiar with friendship. Sure! People do crazy things when they are in love. They bunk their lectures and together, hand in hand, read the latest edition of "Business News". On their birthdays, they buy big fancy cards from the store and wish them at exactly 12 in the midnight! WOW! I mean seriously! How many people do that ?!
But what you can do with friends is you can do absolutely "normal" stuff like go and spend 2 rupees on nimbu paani, or go to a big mall and play hide and seek, or spend an evening at a quiet corner in college and sing songs along with the guitar, have cups of coffee at the university, or plain have oranges and apples together, etc.....and yet, it seems crazy, feels crazy! It feels great!
I dont know why I wrote this, or why I even thought of this...but if I had to chose, any one, out of love, friendship and ice cream...I would definitely chose a lovely ice cream with my lovely friends!
What about you?
Monday, December 15, 2008
Whats There To Lose?
I lost what I didnt wanna lose...
So whats there to lose now?
I wish I could turn time back...
Just so that I could know that I have nothing to regret...
I wish I had said a few things that I didnt..
Probably then I wouldnt be living the way Im living...
So whats there to lose now?
I wish I could turn time back...
Just so that I could know that I have nothing to regret...
I wish I had said a few things that I didnt..
Probably then I wouldnt be living the way Im living...
Sunday, December 14, 2008
The Story Of The Bird And The Fan
Guess who visited me in the bedroom today?? Emma Watson!!
Nah..I am just messing with you. In fact my guest was tiny. She could almost snugly fit into your palm. She flew in freely, through the open window of my bedroom and settled herself on one wing of my rusty fan. Maybe she was searching for something. Maybe she was hungry. Or maybe she was checking out a small part of this big biiiigg world. As I was watching her with interest, for some unknown reason, I began to wish I was a free bird too!
I could fly anywhere I want to, anytime of anyday I want to. It could save me from huge traffic jams! Imagine all the cash I would be saving on fuel! I can pee and shit anywhere and on anyone I want to...see now, thats not something you or I could do otherwise. Although my sex life would be ruined...(not that I have a great one now). Apparently birds finish having sex in the blink of an eye. Kaching! But thats not that bad...considering they have sex VERY frequently!
Hmmm...I wonder what would happen if a cow walked into my bedroom tomorrow?
Nah..I am just messing with you. In fact my guest was tiny. She could almost snugly fit into your palm. She flew in freely, through the open window of my bedroom and settled herself on one wing of my rusty fan. Maybe she was searching for something. Maybe she was hungry. Or maybe she was checking out a small part of this big biiiigg world. As I was watching her with interest, for some unknown reason, I began to wish I was a free bird too!
I could fly anywhere I want to, anytime of anyday I want to. It could save me from huge traffic jams! Imagine all the cash I would be saving on fuel! I can pee and shit anywhere and on anyone I want to...see now, thats not something you or I could do otherwise. Although my sex life would be ruined...(not that I have a great one now). Apparently birds finish having sex in the blink of an eye. Kaching! But thats not that bad...considering they have sex VERY frequently!
Hmmm...I wonder what would happen if a cow walked into my bedroom tomorrow?
Tuesday, December 9, 2008
Wow! The computer knows me well....
| Your Personality Is Like Acid |
 One moment you're in your own little happy universe... And the next, you're on a bad trip to your own personal hell! At your best: You understand the world completely, and every ordinary experience is sublime. What people like about being around you: You say and do the craziest things. You're very entertaining. What people dislike about being around you: You're unpredictable. Your mood swings are quite intense. How addicted people get to you: They pretty much don't get addicted to you. |
| Your Career Personality: Idealistic, Service-Oriented, and Future-Oriented |
 Alternative health practitioner Architect Environmental lawyer Librarian Magazine editor Museum curator Novelist Nutritionist Photo journalist Playwright |
| What Your Dreams Mean... |
 You may have a problem you're trying to work out in your sleep. Your dreams indicate that you have very conflicted feelings. You have a very vivid imagination and a rich creative mind. |
Sunday, December 7, 2008
Candles and Human Scent
Candles are beautiful. And Scary.
They are present to celebrate happy birthdays as well as to mark the funeral of someone's loved ones. It is so dangerous, if it falls prey to wrong emotions, it can cause absolute devastation. Yet, at the hands of a thousand people who are gathered together to protest the wrong, it is that which gives meaning to the word "peace".
Candles have so many purposes in their life...it's awesome! Be a photographer's experiment, be the evening light at a far away village where electricity is as rare as sugar in the sea, be an item to sell at a shop, be something that will spice up the romance, so many!
They come in different sizes and shapes too! Fat, skinny, broad, big, XXL, square, round, oval, amoeboic and all the other shapes and sizes which you can possibly think of and a few which you probably can't too! They even come scented! Man! I wish humans would come scented too...
Friday, December 5, 2008
Overdose of Vacations
Vacations are nice.
I've had almost a month of a vacation now...and its getting quite boring. None of my friends are around and the only few people I get to meet right now are my band mates. I can't wait to meet the parking guy who always keeps on asking for money. Or to eat the pricey chicken puffs. Or to wake up my friends early in the morning to attend lectures! The Mamas! The ever irritating Mamas!! Hell! I want to go to college and attend lectures! I want to get educated!!!...badly!!
I've had almost a month of a vacation now...and its getting quite boring. None of my friends are around and the only few people I get to meet right now are my band mates. I can't wait to meet the parking guy who always keeps on asking for money. Or to eat the pricey chicken puffs. Or to wake up my friends early in the morning to attend lectures! The Mamas! The ever irritating Mamas!! Hell! I want to go to college and attend lectures! I want to get educated!!!...badly!!
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
Rain, Emotions And a Tree
The Greeks believed that rain was a sign of anger towards them. They thought it symbolized drowning and frustration as it often disturbed what they were doing.
Scientists believe that rain is a type of precipitation, a product of the condensation of atmospheric water vapour that is deposited on the earth's surface through the clouds.
Die hard bollywood loyalists would probably like to link rain with beautiful women in a sari getting wet.
Today it rained. Surprisingly! It's not the rainy season anyway. But I liked it. It was kinda nice.
Rains bring us a lot of emotions, that each one of us have different definitions of.
Sometimes, when I walk in the rain, I think of lonely moments of my life. And only the Tree knows the thoughts of raining moments of my life.
But sometimes, rain looks like happiness. An open free shower for all to enjoy! Happy thirsty rice fields, sprouting seeds, and dancing cows!
And then there is this another rain story. This one's more of a fantasy actually. I've always thought that it would be so cool, to actually meet my girl while waiting in the rain! Much more interesting than meeting her at a pub or a disc, or anywhere else for that matter!
Its got something to do with the wet hair, the little drops on her face, running down her cheeks, and finally dissolving in her already rain kissed lips.
The rainy smell of earth, does make a lot of difference.
Rain drops are like tear drops. But hey! We do cry sometimes when we are happy!
Taking a walk with your friends in the rain during college hours is a wonderfull thing to do. That's what I did with a couple of my friends today. But I think the ice cream is making me sick.
I've got a lecture now..
Scientists believe that rain is a type of precipitation, a product of the condensation of atmospheric water vapour that is deposited on the earth's surface through the clouds.
Die hard bollywood loyalists would probably like to link rain with beautiful women in a sari getting wet.
Today it rained. Surprisingly! It's not the rainy season anyway. But I liked it. It was kinda nice.
Rains bring us a lot of emotions, that each one of us have different definitions of.
Sometimes, when I walk in the rain, I think of lonely moments of my life. And only the Tree knows the thoughts of raining moments of my life.
But sometimes, rain looks like happiness. An open free shower for all to enjoy! Happy thirsty rice fields, sprouting seeds, and dancing cows!
And then there is this another rain story. This one's more of a fantasy actually. I've always thought that it would be so cool, to actually meet my girl while waiting in the rain! Much more interesting than meeting her at a pub or a disc, or anywhere else for that matter!
Its got something to do with the wet hair, the little drops on her face, running down her cheeks, and finally dissolving in her already rain kissed lips.
The rainy smell of earth, does make a lot of difference.
Rain drops are like tear drops. But hey! We do cry sometimes when we are happy!
Taking a walk with your friends in the rain during college hours is a wonderfull thing to do. That's what I did with a couple of my friends today. But I think the ice cream is making me sick.
I've got a lecture now..
Friday, September 26, 2008
Mrs. Lazy Bum And Her Poetry
A friend of mine asked me in class today - " How do you write poetry? "
"Once you start writing poems, it catches on. Its quite addictive actually", I told my friend, but being the biggest and the laziest bum that she is, she doesnt even wanna try. After much pestering she wrote two lines.
Of course it ended up with the teacher marking us absent coz I couldnt stop laughing and disturbing the class. A class, for which I came early in the morning at 8! It was quite hillarious, but it was nice. I dont have the permission from her to put up those lines but I'll try.
But I have been thinking about the question she asked me, for quite some time now and I think I have absolutely NO idea and I wont even try to answer that.
How DO we write poetry?
What IS poetry?
Bunch of jumbled up words that sound nice? Inner thoughts? A song?
If it was my friend, Mrs. lazy bum, she would probably ask - " Is it something to eat?"
What is it?
Poetry is essentially the supreme music of the human mind. It reaches out to the widest breadths and the deepest depths of the mind.
It is the act of establishing by the word and in the word.
You may ask - what is established? Well, actually it can range from anything profound, elusive and indefinable to sometimes, the very abstract and random thoughts of the human mind.
You have no idea what random thoughts we think! Its just that most of us dont really pay attention to it quite often. But once we do notice the random and abstract things, you'll be quite surprised.
Probably anything and everything has some kind of poetry in it. The vibration of your cell phone. The way a girl's lips move when she's angry and shouting at her stupid boyfriend. Even the scroll button you are using on your mouse to scroll through this blog. Probably.
Life in itself is a poem. Its just that you gotta make up the words. So make sure you get the right ones.
Shit! Im hungry now.
"Once you start writing poems, it catches on. Its quite addictive actually", I told my friend, but being the biggest and the laziest bum that she is, she doesnt even wanna try. After much pestering she wrote two lines.
Of course it ended up with the teacher marking us absent coz I couldnt stop laughing and disturbing the class. A class, for which I came early in the morning at 8! It was quite hillarious, but it was nice. I dont have the permission from her to put up those lines but I'll try.
But I have been thinking about the question she asked me, for quite some time now and I think I have absolutely NO idea and I wont even try to answer that.
How DO we write poetry?
What IS poetry?
Bunch of jumbled up words that sound nice? Inner thoughts? A song?
If it was my friend, Mrs. lazy bum, she would probably ask - " Is it something to eat?"
What is it?
Poetry is essentially the supreme music of the human mind. It reaches out to the widest breadths and the deepest depths of the mind.
It is the act of establishing by the word and in the word.
You may ask - what is established? Well, actually it can range from anything profound, elusive and indefinable to sometimes, the very abstract and random thoughts of the human mind.
You have no idea what random thoughts we think! Its just that most of us dont really pay attention to it quite often. But once we do notice the random and abstract things, you'll be quite surprised.
Probably anything and everything has some kind of poetry in it. The vibration of your cell phone. The way a girl's lips move when she's angry and shouting at her stupid boyfriend. Even the scroll button you are using on your mouse to scroll through this blog. Probably.
Life in itself is a poem. Its just that you gotta make up the words. So make sure you get the right ones.
Shit! Im hungry now.
The Simple Song
Feet down in the park, we've got the whole afternoon
Playing the game of love and all the stuff that we do
The purple sky now turning shy
But hey! The blue grass says you are mine
Your sweet lips and a bubble kiss
A life with you God! I'd never miss
Sometimes I donno I write crazy lines
But that's okay, coz you know how to read my signs
All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum
By the sea, writing love letters in the sand
A song so simple, the waters also sang
The sweet sky kissing an orange flare
With the sodas and ice creams that we shared
Late summer breeze blowing up a new story
Your river brown curls trying to play naughty
With a blanket to hold when the nights were cold
Cuddled up in bed with hot chocolate and a roll
All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum
Tada Dum Tada Dum...
Playing the game of love and all the stuff that we do
The purple sky now turning shy
But hey! The blue grass says you are mine
Your sweet lips and a bubble kiss
A life with you God! I'd never miss
Sometimes I donno I write crazy lines
But that's okay, coz you know how to read my signs
All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum
By the sea, writing love letters in the sand
A song so simple, the waters also sang
The sweet sky kissing an orange flare
With the sodas and ice creams that we shared
Late summer breeze blowing up a new story
Your river brown curls trying to play naughty
With a blanket to hold when the nights were cold
Cuddled up in bed with hot chocolate and a roll
All I want to do is
Hold you in my arms and
Sing all the simple tunes like
Tada Dum Tada Dum
Tada Dum Tada Dum...
Monday, September 8, 2008
Discombobulation
Its 4:13 PM IST. Im in my college lab.
My mind is in a horrible state of discombobulation. Discombobulate itself is a funny word. Not as funny as its meaning though. The last weekend, certain events occured in my life, that probably changed my entire mood. Bikes seem to going faster than usual, nights ending too fast, toasts getting ready in a jiffy, the bai coming on time...
You should know that at this point, I am thoroughly bored coz we have our jam session in about an hour and im waiting patientlessly. Nothing much.
Maybe I'll buy a cow now.
My mind is in a horrible state of discombobulation. Discombobulate itself is a funny word. Not as funny as its meaning though. The last weekend, certain events occured in my life, that probably changed my entire mood. Bikes seem to going faster than usual, nights ending too fast, toasts getting ready in a jiffy, the bai coming on time...
You should know that at this point, I am thoroughly bored coz we have our jam session in about an hour and im waiting patientlessly. Nothing much.
Maybe I'll buy a cow now.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
Big City Life
Pune city.
Oxford by the day and Vegas by the night.
Well…sort of.
A pensioner’s paradise, and a doper’s funland. Past the night, brown curled girls walk to a hookah joint, their drinking lips shining under the red light, while a couple of guys trail behind and race with fast bikes and flying smoke on their skin. A cosmopolitan crowd. A young cosmopolitan crowd.
The weather is awesome here. Except when it starts to rain. When it rains, riding a bike becomes a pain in the rear. And when you cant ride your bike, the city stops. For you.
You see, Pune has everything else. Big malls to keep you busy in the weekends. Gigs every month for you to mosh to. Discs every night to dance to. Abundant greenery and lakes to live sexy.
But there’s just too much serenity and beauty to live alone. To live alone without sharing it with someone. What’s a walk down a green misty road on a spring morning, when there’s no soft hand to keep you warm by the side? What’s a long drive, without someone behind to hug you close? For some, all the picture perfect sunsets behind the mesmerizing mountains, with its subtle reflection falling on a beautiful lake is probably just that. To the others, it’s a small preview of probably what heaven has to offer. A timeless and priceless picture frozen.
It’s the girl that makes all the difference.
If I were gay, I would have loved the sex ratio of our country. If the guy who said ‘there is someone for everyone’, was an Indian, he probably did not mean it in the same terms as "there is a girl for every guy"
But I like girls. They are beautiful. In fact, I think I am in the very primitive stage of being in love with a girl. That, later.
Now, lets talk about what I hate. I hate the population explosion! There’s just so much people around nowadays that you can’t even take a leak in peace! There’s not a single street in a single city that is not buzzing with the sound of the excitement of the same boring people! I hate it!
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
But lets not blame ‘illiteracy’ anymore. Lets blame it on the cheap condoms. Stupid cheap condoms!
Oxford by the day and Vegas by the night.
Well…sort of.
A pensioner’s paradise, and a doper’s funland. Past the night, brown curled girls walk to a hookah joint, their drinking lips shining under the red light, while a couple of guys trail behind and race with fast bikes and flying smoke on their skin. A cosmopolitan crowd. A young cosmopolitan crowd.
The weather is awesome here. Except when it starts to rain. When it rains, riding a bike becomes a pain in the rear. And when you cant ride your bike, the city stops. For you.
You see, Pune has everything else. Big malls to keep you busy in the weekends. Gigs every month for you to mosh to. Discs every night to dance to. Abundant greenery and lakes to live sexy.
But there’s just too much serenity and beauty to live alone. To live alone without sharing it with someone. What’s a walk down a green misty road on a spring morning, when there’s no soft hand to keep you warm by the side? What’s a long drive, without someone behind to hug you close? For some, all the picture perfect sunsets behind the mesmerizing mountains, with its subtle reflection falling on a beautiful lake is probably just that. To the others, it’s a small preview of probably what heaven has to offer. A timeless and priceless picture frozen.
It’s the girl that makes all the difference.
If I were gay, I would have loved the sex ratio of our country. If the guy who said ‘there is someone for everyone’, was an Indian, he probably did not mean it in the same terms as "there is a girl for every guy"
But I like girls. They are beautiful. In fact, I think I am in the very primitive stage of being in love with a girl. That, later.
Now, lets talk about what I hate. I hate the population explosion! There’s just so much people around nowadays that you can’t even take a leak in peace! There’s not a single street in a single city that is not buzzing with the sound of the excitement of the same boring people! I hate it!
I hate it! I hate it! I hate it!
But lets not blame ‘illiteracy’ anymore. Lets blame it on the cheap condoms. Stupid cheap condoms!
Thursday, August 28, 2008
Give me a sunshine
My mind's crazy and used like a one night stand
Falling through the hole like alice in wonderland
Curious enough to chase a rabbit up a tree
Now dont you judge me by my insanity
What I am is not who I am
Im like the skin right under your tan
Got me cracked up and now Im fine to the core
My kinda heaven's like hell's backdoor
Too much of taste in this lighted rain
Do take me away from too much fame
I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
Give me a sunshine
I need a sunshine
I heard the roses talk about sometime last night
About some Tom Dick and Harry and a guy called Mike
Too much information bet I could sure get high
Life's a breezer but dont you really wanna cry?
Called up my past and talked about the future
Said she wont be coming and is quite unsure
My eyes say the things like an open diary
That everyone can read but my own queen fairy
Send me through the backdoor of this commited time
So tell me my fairy is it a love to crime?
I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
I need a sunshine
Give me sunshine
Give me a sunshine...
Falling through the hole like alice in wonderland
Curious enough to chase a rabbit up a tree
Now dont you judge me by my insanity
What I am is not who I am
Im like the skin right under your tan
Got me cracked up and now Im fine to the core
My kinda heaven's like hell's backdoor
Too much of taste in this lighted rain
Do take me away from too much fame
I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
Give me a sunshine
I need a sunshine
I heard the roses talk about sometime last night
About some Tom Dick and Harry and a guy called Mike
Too much information bet I could sure get high
Life's a breezer but dont you really wanna cry?
Called up my past and talked about the future
Said she wont be coming and is quite unsure
My eyes say the things like an open diary
That everyone can read but my own queen fairy
Send me through the backdoor of this commited time
So tell me my fairy is it a love to crime?
I need a sunshine
Give me a sunshine
The day aint good
But I like the so blue mood
I need a sunshine
Give me sunshine
Give me a sunshine...
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