Running Out Of Words

PS0:  Post drafted on 28Oct , 2011

5 and half  years of routine , may sound monotonous , but i was institutionalized. A lot of me ..is left behind .
the word "routine" is  most hideous  way to sum it up ..but it makes  easier for me to believe to let go .

I was cleaning and segregating stuff.  I have been doing that for  days . Stuff .... emotionally,  i have been doing that for months .

Lot of clutter  lies around . Shopping bills , hundreds of earrings, papers and more papers , hundreds of kurtas  , perfume bottles , the rejected tops , half filled note books , wires ,  more wires and stationary. Some more wires , books , oils , liquids of various kinds , furniture , cups of all shapes , colors and a zillion pair of shoes......

Its good to go . Its good to go to find oneself , to track back the shaken individuality,  which ,  in the recent past one let  loose ,  allowed  to get influenced  quite easily .Prior to this , the initial half  decade, one possessed  rigid  opinions.But to grow and  to learn , one  took liberty  and projected the a malleable  child  to the world or shall one say  there was an addiction of some kind  and influences ....  ahhh and the child did learn a LOT .It was loved a lot , rejected . It was thrashed ,yet  was taken care . It was advised  and at times  looked down upon . Worshiped at times and forgotten otherwise.  It laughed a  lot , it cried.It was fun to be with  , yet boring at times .It traveled , scribbled  poetry, coded in java ,made wonderful friends , learnt about relations , about the world ,people . And then, a monitoring voice from within said - grow up , its time to take responsibility. Its time to give  . Its time to  move on.

"you have to completely immerse yourself into unfamiliar territory to understand yours".


PS1: Two bachalorate parties in row .
PS2: 48 hours and 4 hours of sleep and 5 shots of taquila .Yeah baby i know how to party .
PS3: 5 farewell parties in total .......damn you people , don't make it tougher for me !!
PS4: //Todo,  post  on big fat Indian weddings . Yeah lot of humor out there .

The Meaning Of Liff

Set of new words to define  weird / absurd yet frequent situations ,  all at one place - The Meaning Of Liff

Some interesting picks :-

BURTON COGGLES (pl. n.)
A bunch of keys found in a drawer whose purpose has long been forgotten, and which can therefore now be used only for dropping down people's backs as a cure for nose-bleeds.

CLIXBY (adj.)
Politely rude. Bliskly vague. Firmly uninformative.

DOGDYKE (vb.)
Of dog-owners, to adopt the absurd pretence that the animal shitting in the gutter is nothing to do with them.

DRAFFAN (n.)
An infuriating person who always manages to look much more dashing that anyone else by turning up unshaven and hungover at a formal party.

KETTLENESS (adj.)
The quality of not being able to pee while being watched.

ELY (n.)
The first, tiniest inkling you get that something, somewhere, has gone terribly wrong.


And the list continues ....

PS: Have a good laugh 

Lost and Not found.

I don't know why i blog about lost and found things. I really don't know . But I do
Been over a week and the self imposed Boomerang theory has been proved wrong!!
Nothing came back , this time .

PS0: //Todo
PS0.1: Zillions of todo. Don't know about marriage but wedding is  a big affair.
PS0.2: For a girl even more , chaos i say . No wonder Indian people usually marry once ;)

Chalti ka Naam Gaadi

The guy in front of me and the one behind in the queue failed , but pappu pass hogayaa :D

LL – Check

Driving – errrrr , hmm , well ,umm ,  In progress 

PS0: Nobody died in Marathahalli yet :D

Publish Post

lost tune

Final blow , and there goes the millionth piece .

 PS: Soul churning music , till today .

Subjective : Freedom

I wanted to fly ,
I did,
But within my cage.
So don't  metaphor , flying to freedom.

The question is how big is your cage?
The question is , is it big enough to  fade away the walls?
As there is no world without boundaries.

So how far  you  flew. Were  your cage doors open ?
Or were you a mere  kite ,  even worse , Tied.

-Clueless

Khosla Ka Ghosla

Raw and Grey

                                

Constructing  own house (not flat )is probably the biggest milestone  in a typical middle class family of the 90s (?)  after the obvious milestones like -  Bachey , Bachoan ki padhai , Gaddi , Bachoan ka college , Bachoan ki naukri , Bangla, Bachoan ki shaadi. Order being subjective to circumstances ,  cash net inflow and priorities .

Author being  born in  era under  such a social stature and upbringing is happy  to see smile in Mom’s eyes and pride in Dad's  on discovery of  water,  250 feet below 

Pani ki khoj

Though one still  stuggles with This, suggested to build house at  their roots , no matter which metro they choose to dwell , further.

Roots being a touristy place , home stay options can be tried out later

PS0: Mum has been singing : ek bangla bane nyara

PS1: Author hasn’t been part of the micro progress .Feels good today.

PS2: Though I hate  milestoned life !!

First Step Towards Getting Control Of One’s life

Learn Driving !!

PS: On parallel note  //todo read Shobha De’s Surviving men

Baby I Am Addicted

Current song obsession : Saibo from Shor In The City

Frogee Said

Don't be an emotional fool .Close that door.

Ekla Cholo Re

Long long ago , when author learnt about Tagore's  ekla cholo re , it was nothing more than poem to be remembered for school curriculum .

If they answer not to thy call walk alone,
If they are afraid and cower mutely facing the wall,
O thou unlucky one,
open thy mind and speak out alone.

If they turn away, and desert you when crossing the wilderness,
O thou unlucky one,
trample the thorns under thy tread,
and along the blood-lined track travel alone.

If they do not hold up the light when the night is troubled with storm,
O thou unlucky one,
with the thunder flame of pain ignite thy own heart
and let it burn alone.

- Tagore

Years later , it makes a bit sense . Years down further it might make more sense.

And what inspired me to go back to it was a line , author is unable to extend into a sher . Cause it , in itself is complete . Though have tried building it , but it seems to be conclusive.

"apni apni bheed mein,  har koi akela"




PS: uff ,kuch jyada he build up de diya nai ! simple si toh line hai , duh.

Again Random Thought

A friend has quit her job and is planning to open a Chicken Biryani center .

Naamkaran starts in mind and below is the outcome

Name : Kodis and Kukkads

Logo: A chicken using Ipad2  (beak touch enabled) 

P.S: Have a nice day.

Random Thoughts

PS0:  Immigration officer : you  have a baby face.

PS1: McDonald's dustbin @Walmart  "also"  says thank you.

PS2:  Loneliness is directly proportional to cleanliness .

PS3:  Florida women :  high heels , short skirts and  padded bras.

PS4:  Florida Men :  too young or too old.

PS5:  Florida: Lots of babies. 

Bean Bag Weekend

When you stare either your laptop or TV through out the day  and...

Things to do  :
1. Get up from bed
2. Survive
3.Go back to Sleep

Arz Kiya Hai

Badey dino bad , shayari ka mood aya hai
is mausam mein humney pharmaya hai .......


Pemane mein kya hai , chalak jata hai ,
Nashe mein insaan behek jaata hai

Hum woh nahi jo , bhulakey jiye , 
Hum woh hain jo rulaney waley ko tadpake jiye

Padithinammo

Current song obsession :

Audio : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6KCiEFluGpk

Video : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zC6iSPd5JEQ&feature=related 

PS: Male readers are free to get obsessed otherwise ;)

Phir Hazaron Khwahishen Aisi

Badey beabroo hokey tere kuchey se hum nikley
Bahut nikle mere armaan lekin phir bhi kam nikle

Lost Identity

Is neither about Identity Crisis
Nor about this

I misplace things . Well ,i am forgetful and a bit careless .And hence i have acquired habit of checking my handbag every now and then .Literally every now and then .
So i did the same yesterday . Crowded bus ..office identity card  hanging from one pocket and phone in another . Obviously one thing was destined to be lost . And while i was "struggling" my way out of the bus to get down ...(yeah during office hours its almost a battle of bodies ,sweat , crowd, laptop bags which requires special skill).....i felt its gone . The ID . Still out of habit i kept searching my handbag with a faint hope that i might have kept it in there. But it took a while to realize  that it was actually gone.

Regular readers , you must have heard of my "Boomerang Theory" ?
Today I gotta a call from office ,  and yes , the ID  found its way back to office from 15 kms , from crowd of 40-50 ppl. And this time i am not blogging it out to thank my luck or say "touch wood" to not jinx it . I am writing it to thank that unknown person , who bothered to keep it and return it back , about whom i am yet to find out. And to learn to do the same in need.

Current Music Compulsion

Author has this habit of repeatedly listening to the same song for days and hours ...until the upper most limit of obsession is crossed.

There should be a term for this syndrome nai?

PS0: dum maro dum . Tampering is awesome ,  Pritam .

PS2: Hmmm,   this has more dum than Sheila and Munni Badnaam 

PS1:Sometimes i love noise: big , loud ,  resonating .....if not anything else it subsides the noise from within

127.0.0.1

On every home visit mom being mom complained about my weight gain/loss .This time after some physical examination , calculations and scrutinised stares she concluded ...i have lost HEIGHT !!

I still can't stop loling about it . Mom being mom made me stood against the wall and marked the scale , which was 2 inches less than the original mark ( now i have no clue when did she mark the original ..to my surprise i see ,3 more marks -dad's , bro's and mom's height herself) . I think she is taking evolution too seriously .

Parliamentary visits :

 Apart from that i went in search of Agarsen Ki Baoli and ended up in Jantar Mantar ...nevertheless will hunt that step-well some other time

Jantar Mantar-1



Yantra Mandir, Delhi





Ram Yantra at Jantar Mantar, Delhi

Oh yes //TODO - travel in Delhi metro ( i know this should have happen long back ---but then they say: its never too late and der aye durust aye etcetra )

PS0: No , author did not loose height

The Two Sides Of A Camera.

Being in front of camera is not  new , but  in a filmy way with crowd gathering around must be an experience.

Yes ,it is and author's first experience with remarks on that front-  " Yeh kaun si heroine hai , kabhi dekha nahi".

Place of Shoot : Majestic  and random galis near by , to get that true "Indian look".
Behind the Camera :  Subhash Sharma  , William ( Billy Pena)  freelance photographers
Reason : DKOM trailer clip
Kind : Two video sequences, one time-lapse

How was it : New found respect for actors . To act or stay focused , or even  stare  at those black lenses for 5 minutes continuously and still be yourself or the character is a tough  a Job !

And of course i have found a new route to bliss.Meeting new people makes one really happy .

Enjoy the frames from other side of my local Digi cam,from a local trip  to  Dandeli.
Readers discretion advised , who will eventually  thank author for some serious rofling.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZCyfF5HZ_VE

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HkRlk4mDegM

How I Met Your Father

 Author is hooked to HIMYM sitcom and going by reputation of forgetfulness , has decided to pen down some relationship gyaan.

Disclaimer1 : Some content of this post is inspired from friends experiences also and some facts are spiced up for high trp .But the fabrication is not rosy bullshit  from cliche rom-coms  , but is stark , truth .

Disclaimer2 : Author will not entertain any kind of gossip or cheesy teasing or "hollow" linkups .Mind it !!

kids, i met your uncles x,y,z......
(hmmm now i am wondering ......ummm , ok  let me stick to to-the-point fundas)

1. Execute on your crushes quick . Always start with friendship and not take the direct leap.But do take the leap before its too late.
2. Never date your best friend , NEVER.Loosing crying shoulders is pathetic.Unless....hmmm, whatever ,you will still mess it up.
3. The Flirts and Casanovas are good to hang around  when u are younger and NOT looking for commitment.
4.  Yes, all Men have "Moves" , some can just melt the toughest of you like butter , you wont even realize  when your hatred turned into adulation and that is when you might  get dumped.
5.  Do not equate "I love uou" to "I will marry you" ,  especially if they have koochi cooed it to you hundred times. If they really mean it they will say it just "once" and will do something about  it.
6. Trust me ,looks has got nothing much to do with Love , it could be the initial trigger , but as long as you have your personality  and hormones intact , chemistry is bound to happen.
7. Do not buy romantic comedies , there is no "happily ever after" . Every person changes with time and  so does every relation.
8. Men love to chase, so let them , the day you give in , the chase is reversed .
9.  Women are meant to be loved and cared . But nothing comes with life time warranty.Drop your expectations !
10. Do not play with anyone's emotions knowingly or unknowingly , coz when it breaks it hurts , bloody it hurts.
11. Time is the biggest healer.Every one can get-over anyone and can move-on , but you gotta stop at some point .
12. Some men are jerks and the worst part is they will never realize this .(Never get seriously involved with the "uncle Barney" kinds , they are mostly interested in your boobs and not what lies underneath them).Unless you are looking for similar unhooked fun.
13. Do not build on false hopes for long , they will just burn your youth years in seconds .
14. Being madly loved wins over loving someone madly . Though true love is mostly unrequited (Its always the quest and not possession which drives you towards it). Successful couples are often friends who are aware of each others unrequited fables.
15. You will have regrets , but believe me nobody waits forever .
16. Do not mess up with your friends girl/guy.
17. Start young , so that  when you really find some one later , you are not fooled in doing so or have the maturity to deal with the win or loss . ( Iss umer mein bhi khavoge dhokey,  dil to bachha hai jee... playing in the back ground)
18. Value the ones who really really loved you , give them a chance .But back off if they turn out to be obsessive /possessive kinds.
19. Believe in institution of marriage , commitment  phobia  will  make you paranoid even towards your soul mate ( btw,  soul-mate is highly overrated ). And if you are able to do so tell me HOW?
20.  In spite of above all , if you managed to get lucky ,then hold on to him/her and never-ever let go .Its rare , so grab with both your hands.

Readers ,  feel free to add to the list . Those who haven't experienced even 3 of  these syndrome , not sure whether to  pity you or envy you to have been way to lucky and untouched .

PS0: Re-posted on demand .
PS1: Oh "the father" btw , is a good boy ;)
PS2: And the count down begins.......  ;)

Jaipur Rendezvous – another evening in palace

PS0: Post found in Gmail drafts dated Nov, 2009.

PS1: Yes , author needs distraction.

Third party wedding venues can also be travel destinations due to below said reasons

a)you do the noble act of attending the wedding

b)The leaves get approved easily by all parties.

c)You get to meet the myriad relatives and friends

And in the back-drop , if the rituals are already carried out at respective natives of bride and groom sides , time permits you to travel and explore venue beyond the pandals.

The author headed  ethnic Rajasthan’s heart –pink city- Jaipur for cousin’s nuptials

Wikipedia says :

(I will not copy paste the content , interested readers rather go there and read)

Author says :

Minus the shopping , the main sites i.e the killas and palaces can be covered in one day.

• Hawa Mahal

• Amber Fort

• Nahargarh Fort

• City Palace

• Jal Mahal

We started with Jal Mahal> Amber Fort> Nahargarh >City palace >Hawa mahal

Jal mahal located in the center of the lake has not much to offer , 15 minutes is more than enough and is on the way to Amber

Amber is "THE" palace to invest both time , camera and money.

2 hours is the time which includes an elephant ride to reach the top.

The rugged exteriors wrapped the most ethinic and rich and intricate interiors

• The places can be covered in 1 day , shopping can take another half.

• Save all the time for Amber and City palace.

• Other killas are mostly ruins .

City Palace

Corridors of Amber -Secret Passage

Seesh Mahal

Ganesh Dwar -Amber Fort

Princess's View from Amber Fort

PS2: Yes , it’s an incomplete draft  and  Author sees no reason to extend it .Have a nice day

Identity Crisis

They :  so where are you from ?

Me    :  (sigh  followed by a long pause) .Born in Varanasi , 25 yrs of brought up in Hyd . currently living in Bangalore and parents moved to Delhi.

They :  wow , u born in the land of nirvana ...

Me    :  I haven't even tasted  Banarasi pan till now but yes that earthiness flows in my  blood .

They (the south Indian types) : you are a Delhi waali na ? btw , couldn't  even learn Telugu in 25 years,what a shame!!

Me  : no , i am no way Delhi waali and "naku telugu lo mata-pata antha vastundi".

They (the north Indian types) : you are a complete Madrasi nai, btw what is "kuchki"?

Me   :  Anything down MP is Madras for some Northies.Nope , haven't been to Chennai ever. But ya i am more of a south Indian.

They (The generic Indian types who watch star news a lot ) : Yadav , so you are from Bihar? you don't look like .You look like a Punjabi.

Me :  Nope , Bihari n me  ?  haven't  you noticed i say "sh" as "sh" only.

Punjabi ? all i had was some diluted Punjabi friends who are settled in Hyd.

Well , frankly speaking , i don't know , i don't feel owning to any state.  

 I like Hyd,  it has memories of ma growing years  and I love Bangalore as it offered the much needed change. I am yet to learn from  Delhi to be ruthless n strong  and not get hurt by small things. I invite change  , if i am not pursuing, it comes automatically to me for that matter it comes to everyone .And i am more fond of south than north, simply because i have more to identify with.

If readers are pitying me  for  this geographical disorientation , then welcome to this post , you really need to read further.

Living in one city for many years reaps more of fundamentalism than belongings .

I often encounter exemplary southies  stating their hatred towards northies and vice-versa . The classification is not just limited to north-south divide of compass ; I had a  Marathi roommate who openly stated her dislike towards Telugu people ; Punjabi friend complained  about  Tam politics In Satyam ; A konkani friend annoyed of Delhities obvious  rash, show off  behavior ; a UP friend warning guys of  Bong girls -"Jadugarnian " stay away from dating them .A bong roommate terming Punjabi men as women beaters ,ecetera,  ecetera .....
Harsh -blunt , generalizing , unfair statements .we all  might have passed a few.

However, for some strange reason , in all these conversations  i ended up defending the accused region.Being a"civilian" defense kid ,  my growing years made me mingle with local Indian migrants   .This makes easier for me to  be able to gel , understand and get along with cultural diffusion. Not that others are devoid of this exposure but social  DNA  i feel  defines its roots during  adolescence .Later people just network ,bonds and  emotional notions embed  much younger.  Of course exception exists , youth is subjective  term  and learning is a life long process.

Affinity is obvious because of years of association but acceptance and  giving space is necessary for one to see beyond typicality.Once conquered , one can see beneath the layers of external  facades of  culture :  the beauty of being just human , of being just naked self.