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