"Jai Ho"

Long live the Indian democracy, and the right to protest!
Anyone who tuned into news channel yesterday would know how chanting and shouting isn't just restricted to rock concerts, or cricket stadiums, it can also be used as an effective tool in parliament. I thought there was something wrong with my TV when I tuned into a news channel last night, with our honorable Home Min. reading out something while there was a group 'sloganeering' campaign going on across the floor. Couldn't hear a word of what min. was saying. Must say, to oppositions credit, they were very effective in ensuring that the telecast couldn't be used in news channels for 'highlights' of PC's speech. Says a lot for a 'debate', where one doesn't even want to the other party's view to be heard in public. Really, whatever will you do when someone's standing across you, shouting and chanting, when you are on national TV. Evict them? Tch Tch, that's just doesn't happen in democracy, right?

“When tempest tossed, embrace chaos”

“Chaos results when the world changes faster than people”

Been trying to locate the switch to change things to a manage mode from damage mode. If earlier I felt I was drifting, now looks like life is taking me headlong into a swirl. At least it ain't the waterfall - yet!

Oh well - things to do, people to see. Whoopee!

"If there's something that my job's taught me....

...... its that everything changes when it's said out loud."

We all learn from our mistakes...

and sometimes of others.... If there's something that life teaches us, its that nothing or nobody's perfect. The willingness to move on is often defined by the acceptance of the existance of the flawed state of being by ownselves and sometimes acceptance and 'forgivance' by others. In other words, it's essential to accept and sometimes be accepted, to move on.
Why is it essential to move on? My reasoning is that we learn through actions and words, and also from inactions and things unsaid. The more we learn the more we 'live'. And by moving on we indicate our willingness to learn.
If only life rewards us for every lesson learnt.....

My Ari Gold moment!

Today I had a moment where everything went according to plan. Been thinking for a while on how to play out a personal situation and make it a win-win situation for everyone concerned. Well, all came to a head today, and Damn, it feels really good when every little detail goes as per what you've thought of and every one's path is set in a course of action defined by yours truly. Now, got to see how the situation plays out. We'll definitely be in the better end of the deal when it finally ends, as this was a path agreed by intelligent people after arguing, debating and finally reasoning to the one common path. Damn, it feels good to be Ari Gold, when you tell people what to do and how to do it!
Now its time to get wasted!!

Insights

"You don't eat anything, you just gulp it down. Slow down a bit." I immediately slowed down the process which was working for me all this time in my life, and asked him why he said that. As he explained what he observed, yep, it was true, I do tend to do it, not just about food, but in other aspects of life as well. Point noted, but then this is something which is something that I have to chew on.... or maybe just gulp it down....

Beginning of the end....

As one door closes, another opens. Soon a chapter of my story will be laid to rest, and a new unread chapter awaits. Fly, you fools!

Variety is the spice

"Variety my friend is the spice of life!"
As I peddled this piece of advice shamelessly to a very close childhood friend of mine recently over the phone, a part of my mind rose like a giant woken up from a deep slumber. Uh-oh, I thought, and quickly ended the call after a few minutes.
This well intented, yet sort of spontaneous response that I uttered based on listening to his problems, woke up a storm of thoughts about me, my life in general.
'when was the last time you did something for a first time' a tagline for an airline in the past, became the barbed weapon of choice for the demon woken within.
Thruthful answer be told, can't remember. Yeah, I've done many things different recently, blah blah blah, but nope, nothing tangible.
Moral of the story: sick of bland food, need some spice!
There, that should put the giant back to sleep.. :-) for a while!

New season, same reason

Warning: Low Battery.
Yep, its me. Time and tide waits for no one.... if only my thoughts can be oversimplified with a phrase like this. Bugs me how a guy could come up with a phrase like this for maybe something which he couldn't answer. Its been well over two months since I'm back from visiting my home, and was wondering how quickly time flies. I'm aging, getting more irritated and frustrated as every day passes, and don't know why.
I get the feeling that its all a loosely written script, and there are so many pauses and gaps in this whole play called my life, that I don't know if I start filling in the gaps whether I would end up changing the script entirely. If you get that, then that's what I'm feeling.... tell that to the guy who says 'time and tide waits for no one'..... I ask them, so????

Just some random ramblings

Over the past few months, blogging has been a kind of off and on for me... ok, who am I kidding, its off and off for me. The reason for that is simple, I like many others, save the 'occassion' of blogging whenever there is a momentum. I was cleaning up some of my draft posts which never made to the big screen, and its always pointless ramblings about how angry I am, or how disappointed I am, or how frustrated I am. But, when I think back to those moments when I typed those posts, it was definitely a full tilt at the time of typing. Better sense prevailed on many of those occasions, and instead of slandering about others, I just saved it as a draft. When I read those now, I know by no stretch of my imagination those would be acceptable posts.... even by my standards.
The point of this post is this - my battery meter is much like my fone, needs to be charged every day, and charged with things that I need. If not, I'll simply spew it out on wherever, and whatever situation I'm in.
Don't blame me for it, its just the way I'm programmed.

maduraikku pogathadee....

This has to be one of the most strangest and murphiest days in my life so far.....
started pretty ok, with some dent in the wallet, buying up some ps3 games and blowing up almost all cash in my wallet shopping at hypercity. I thought I'll go home and replenish my wallet with a few notes, so didn't worry much about it then.
After that, the day was pretty normal, going to office. Well, the things that transpired in office was not at all the way I envisioned, so the day was somewhat of a disappointment. After several meetings through the day, I was pretty much fed up to call it a day an hour early just to be back at my place for dinner and some much needed rest. Also, it was raining quite a bit, so was keen to get home. Well, nothing prepared me for what happened after that.
Got dropped at my place, with empty wallet and fone on low battery. Didn't realize one important fact in my eagerness to get home, that my roomie might not yet be home. 3 of us are staying together in a flat, and usually the 2 of us who come home at the same time share a key, since there are only 2 house keys. I usually confirm if one of the roommates is at home, or I keep a spare key with me and ask them to coordinate, if I end up coming at unearthly hours after office. However, today I didn't do any of that, and worst part was that I didn't realize that until I walked right to the flat and found the house locked and dark.
Ok, I thought, things couldn't get much worse - no money, locked out of my own place. Then Murphy smiled. When I dialled my roommate to explain the situation, the fone died very soon during the call. Didn't know if he heard enough or not, and there was no way to confirm it. I'm the sort of person who can't even remember his own family's fone numbers so forget about roommate's number.
So, with a dead fone on hand, no money and really hungry, I didn't know what to do or where to go. I'm generally not a very sociable person, so don't know my neighbours and don't have any friends nearby, so asking anyone for help was ruled out. Plus, it was raining outside, so couldn't risk venturing anywhere outside without any means of transportation.
This was at around 10 pm. Earliest that I could hope for one of my roomies to come home was atleast 1 hour. So, pulled up a chair near the watchman, dug in my laptop bag, and fished out a book and my ipod. Lucky, as I didn't originally plan to bring my laptop bag home.
I selected a random song, "maduraikku pogathadee...." from my hand-me-down ipod (from my sis), and looped it. After reading through around 50 pages of Artemis fowl book, and around 40 minutes later, I was a little worried, and more than a little tired. I started thinking that maybe roomies are staying over at friends place, and not planning to come home, or planning to come home later. The rain finally stopped, so after around 7 loops of the song in my ears, walked up to the nearest almost closing shop, and got enough change from my wallet and my laptop bag for a couple of cigs. Then, with nothing else to do, started walking around the entire lopsided block. My house is in a slightly sloped area, so the block is like a lopsided quadrilateral, there is a small stretch of steep decline, and 3 sides of gradual slopes. Halfway around this block I was tired, yet there wasn't much else that I could do, except maybe walk around 3 kms to the nearest help, my boss' place. I seriously considered this but didn't want to disturb him and his family unless it was absolutely necessary.
After about 20 minutes after setting off from the shop, finally circled back to my place, it was around 11.30, I lost track of time after about dozen loops of the 5.02 minute song, and noticed light!!!! I was relieved when I finally got inside, it seems my roomie didn't get what I said, the call got cut off, but he tried calling back me and heard the switched off message. Then, he tried calling other roomie, and both of them guessed that I forgot about the key, yet again.
Thankfully, they feel guilty enough about the whole thing to be pissed off with me.
Maybe I will forget this episode, but in my life, I will never ever forget the tune and the song that I listened to over and over and over and over again, a song that gave me some solace in this crazily embarrassingly strangest and murphiest days in my life and in my ears... maduraikku pogathadee....

Every day is a new page

Three remotes by my side, after spending an uneventful part of the hour staring at a message that essentially means that the satellite dish company is going to take my money and not show any programmes because of the monsoon cloud cover over the city, I'm quite a bit too frustrated to go to sleep. I was hoping that watching TV would put me to sleep, no such luck...that left me wide awake.
Its the inactivity that kills me. Physically and mentally feel a certain level of weariness, but its the lack of a sense of 'accomplishment', the lack of that feeling of adrenaline washing over, that's keeping my mind awake and sleep harder to come. Everyday is so blank that can't quite remember how different today was from yesterday. last week or even last month.. everyday's a new page left bank. Ultimately, have to force my mind to shutdown. Until the next page, adios!

Happy sad

My earliest memory of hearing this expression was in a movie, can't quite remember which. Not quite recently, heard one of my little cousins use this expression to describe what he was feeling, and the image instantly stuck with me, a 5 yr old kid not quite knowing whether he should be happy or sad or both. That childlike feeling is what I say sometimes, to explain the way I feel - happysad.

Things people do

I am in one of those shallow feel good not so low days, usually the kind of days that I stay away from my blogging. It has to be in either extremes. then why am I here? well, got reading over the last couple of weeks, a habit that had long been in hibernation. More and more, words form thoughts as ideas, and just the fact that it would be really really stupid and strange to speak everything that comes to mind, the fact that sometimes the thoughts are so very random.
then got into a roll of reading some really well written blogs, and in some places the writing was real damn good that just couldn't help following the train of thought and taking it further. Got me further thinking. As I read other bloggers I realize that I will never ever be close to a good writer. Folks who can put the kind of words that explain a thousand thoughts are writers. Me on the other hand, I put thousand words to describe one thought! Well, anyways again the monsoon, the movie, some bit of reading did the trick! Things people do!

Needs to be salvaged!!

Saw the new Terminator Salvation today, and one word which came to my mind after the movie was over was Whew! can't really put a finger as to what is wrong with the movie, but it doesn't quite carry the effect of 1 or 2.
The highlight of the film is obviously the special effects, and the second hero's role. Other than that, oh well, nothing much. There was a feeling of nausea at times during the loooooooonnng sequences of machine fights and what not, and the plot of the movie looked like it was a mix of matrix and the old terminator, and for some strange reason, the bad from both!
agreed sequels generally can be tough on directors, but this shouldn't have been taken to this extremes of streotype and predictablity that irritates people.
oh well, now planning to watch a movie or two to even get to sleep... night show sometimes is not such a good idea.

Change

Change-seems to be the period of year, nothing can keep constant. personally, professionaly, It almost seems like a airbourne disease. Well, as much as I thrive for some change, some changes like the ones that I'm going through right now gives me jitters as if I'm caught in the middle of whirlwind. Small doses I can handle, but this?? Hope I don't get OD'd by it!

Only memory remains

The minute I clicked on 'publish post' on the earlier blog, I started thinking about my most favourite grandparent, my maternal grandmother. After a note on my granddad, I felt that I wanted to write a note about how I feel about my paati who also recently died. Words started forming in my head as to what would best describe her and I'll try to mention them before they disappear. Like I said in my earlier post, no visit to 'aynavaram' would be complete without thatha's' stories. Well, to my earliest memories, no visit ever didn't begin without my paati's food. The minute we landed home there, we would run down into the house to surprise her of our arrival. And I used to love the expression that she had when she figures out that we're there. After making general enquiries that only paati's are capable of, (why are you so thin was her usual opener after a few initial greetings, which never fail to amaze me as on everybody else's general opinion I was anything but thin!) she would then immediately ask as usual whether we had food, and any response would still be treated as no. So after launching herself into kitchen, she'd guide me to either thatha's room or to meet my uncles and nephews depending on who is immediately free at that moment. Many a times I have woken up my poor thatha on his sunday naps upon the insistence of my paati, little did I realize then that she didn't want anyone at the kitchen when she sets off to put together our favourite part of the visit...... Food!! Her food was very simple, just a sambar with piping hot rice and a few curries finished up with curd or buttermilk. By far, there is one person in the food department who excels in serving more quantity and quality than everyone else put together - that's my Mom! Guests visiting our home usually means atleast a 4 course meal, sometimes more than that!! Anyways, during the time the food is getting ready, she'd settle into a routine of enquiring about how I am, how is the work going, and when will I ever get married, etc. Usually my goofy smile in response to all these questions would leave her shaking her head like I'm some sort of retard, and she would launch into one of her innumerable stories of how this boy, who is of my age, who is her sister's nephew's grandson or something to that effect, and talk about how he has 'settled' in his life.. moral of the story, get married. That last line again would be for me to take a hint and move about to other places in the house, while my sisters get their dose of paati's sisters, brother-in-law's 4th granddaughter who is well off and settled... the same drill, different example. then after helping ourselves generously, we would be hopelessly trapped into her launching attacks on my grooming, my manners, my height, and anything she could think of. Usually, by this time an aunt or an uncle would join us, and we would more often than not go into some tangent conversation that it would be a good couple of hours of idle chat. There would be sometime within the day when she would conspiratorially call me and hand me a 'special' sweet or a gift. Not for anyone else's eyes!! Over my life growing up, I've never seen or felt any other grandparent obsess over grandkids the way she did. She was always an emotional potpourri, happy, angry, sad, cynical, and more of a compulsive 'carer'/provider for anyone who comes to her. Will always miss that attention, that special 'apple of eye' grandkid feeling that only she gave.
Now more than ever I feel grown up, when all that was reminding me of a childhood are being taken away, very quickly becoming only as memory, fear is that this too might eventually fade away in the mad rush of life.

Simple pleasures of life

One of the long lasting impressions that I have of my grandfather who passed away recently is how simple and uncomplicated he led his life till the end. As one amongst the very many grandchildren of his, my interactions with him were few and sometimes far between, especially in the recent past. I admit that I was not the 'ideal' grandson for him.... but as a kid growing up, when we used to visit his place, it was always special. My fond memories growing up, when we used to visit the 'Aynavaram' house experience was always complete only when we (me and my sisters) got a story from him. We used to wait at the porch at the evenings and even if we had school the next day, would stay back atleast till 8 PM for him to return from his work.
He had a wonderful routine that he almost never used to miss - go to his business by 7.30-8 from home, catch a bus to Parrys, be at work till closure, usually around 7, and return home in bus usually by 8 in the evening. Once there, if we were visiting, usually once a month on a weekend, he used to go to his room, put down the important documents in his locker, then have a bath, and after that would call us out to the porch outside (he never liked indoors when he wanted to sit and talk) and would then start a story on ramayana, mahabharatha, or sometimes jakarta tales... it always used to be a short tale, as he was aware that our parents wanted us to return home in time to sleep and be ready for the next day at school, yet he also knew that if we were pulled home without a complete story we wouldn't let it rest and throw tantrums all night long on our way back home. It's these kind of qualities that I still carry with me as memory of my granddad. I'm sure there is the stressful, angry, stubborn, etc. side to him that I've not come across at all. I've heard of some thru my mom, granny, other uncles and aunts, but then he's never been any of that to me. I always did and will admire him for being the silent karta, the kind of person who is distinctly 'uncurious' in any affairs that did not affect him or his family, an uncontroversial person, who loved talking to people about things that he wanted to share, the good things in life. In this ever changing world that we are all living, if there's only one insecurity that he felt and sometimes expressed to me, was that sometimes he expressed concerns about lack of reciprocating love to parents and grandparents. Ofcourse we never felt this way about him at all, and I was too young then to understand where he came from in terms of me or any of my sisters feeling this way about him, but over the last few years growing up with less of him in the family's thick of things, I am beginning to get an idea of what transpired early on with my parents life and how he felt probably that he might have not done the best that he could do during those times. He might have assumed that my parents might have shared some of their experiences with us, but they were respectful of all my grandparents in spite of the very many events that transpired much before my time. I thank my parents for that, as I had an opportunity to grow up without any clouded opinions. A distinction between my paternal grandparents and maternal grandparents in my eyes was that my dad's parents always felt respect and pride about the family, and my mother's parents were always more loving, 'reachable' and caring. My mother's dad was all this.
I miss my granddad, miss him for not being there, and will always cherish the memories and his way of enjoying simple pleasures of life.

Perception wins half the argument

Been having a lot of arguments recently, and one thing that I learnt from it, is the fact that people are more often than not clouded by perception to begin with.. if you walk into a discussion/argument thinking that the other person is ready to listen to you in a unbiased way, then where the heck have you been living (or on what)???!!
Arguments largely center not through getting facts right (at the end of very many discussions nobody even remembers what we were arguing about), but on the ability to win over the other persons opinion of you, and to make that person relate to you and your freaked out thoughts!!! The moment that is done, atleast a peaceful truce/draw is ensured!

Dangerous game, can be a high stakes, high risk gamble, as there is a chance that you might get pulled into this mode, if the other person's got a solid argument! But then, as my grandpa once put it - life, like the old pendulum clock, is a heck a lot better when its ticking, swinging from one side to the other, rather than staying still 'in the middle'. You know what that's called....

CSK all the way....

Finally, after a lot of blips and dips, we seem to be scratching together something close to a run to enter the final 4.... early days, but somehow this streak might just be enough for us to enter the semis.
My prediction...... CSK will do it this time, will go the distance.

the rise and fall of kings!

The funny thing about kings is that through the act of few, they rise to the level of creating a dynasty, and through the acts of collective very many fall and eventually become a note in history.

Kings are always a dying breed, but not on their times.... its their future legacies and ultimately history which pegs an end to them.

important to learn the right stuff from history, not what the textbooks say, coz historians have an unique 'ability' to logically fit events and sequences and even fill in any blanks in the form of 'facts' i.e. superimposing their opinions or the political need of the hour. if you are able to filter these from the rough sketch of the real king, then the results and learnings can be surprising. your thoughts on particular king would probably be an open ended to draw your own conclusion... which is the exact opposite of what history states. Note: Learn, and Unlearn.

Groundhog day

Today was a day that felt like a whiff from the past.... the new baggages carried over in the last few years had lifted, and a sort of 'lightnessness' was present about today. just a thought. the movie's name had a ring of relevance to this feeling, hence the title.

On and on about Doug Adams

well, i must have posted atleast 3 blogs earlier about 'the guide', either inspired by it, or just after putting it down. why not, especially if each and every page is loaded with so much of inspirations and just plain wacky distractions, that it has become quite essential part of my day to day life.
i confess i don't read much more than a few pages each day, but it has always left me content and happy...take this part that i was reading today...
a conversation in 'life, the universe, and everything' book, that an eager to please mattress, yep mattress, is having with Marvin, the paranoid Android...
after several unsucessful attempts at having a conversation with Marvin, the mattress says to Marvin. ...'You have something in your mind, I think'
'More than u can possibly imagine... my capacity for mental activity of all kinds is as boundless as the infinite reaches of space itself. Except of course for my capacity for happiness'
After a few moments Marvin adds 'My capacity for happiness, you can fit into a matchbox without taking out the matches first'
:-) Douglas, you'll live forever... thank you for 'the guide'.

seen 6, not planning to see 7th for now

heard that there are 7 gates to hell.. well, if there is, then i must have seen atleast 6 of them.. don't know, don't remember. but not planning to see the seventh one, unless somebody takes me back there.

Need to find 'spine'

In blogging and else where, have been guilty of dropping thoughts, doing things, and often get that 'what am I trying to do/say here' question pop up.... read this blog which hits the target. While it can be a painful realization, to be spineless, reading it makes me think about what direction my thoughts/actions are trying to say...nothing i guess. still, this thought (having a spine to our thoughts/actions) can be useful at times to put things in perspective, and put forth a compelling argument or point across, if we know what exactly we want to say. Easy to say, now got to walk the talk.

365-14

14 day week.... that's how long this year's been so far! and still feels like there's a long way to go for the weekend.

Gloomy thoughts..

it must surely be a miracle how one day at office can suck so much euphoria out of you that at the end of the day you are left dazed, and empty.
started the day with such a high, great day, great thoughts, some original ideas that can be brought to the table etc etc. then, reality strikes!
more people means more thoughts. more thoughts means more tangents, more tangents means big messy problems! problem with reality is that things almost always doesn't happen the way you plan, you think! yeah, i know, that's life.. but then what I don't ever plan for is the 'no response' syndrome. I can plan for contingencies, for a yes or no, but not for the no response part. then, to push through our thoughts, ideas, we try to 'sell' it to them by making it appealing it to them, and then get ultimately caught up in the gloom part!
Life is tough out there in the corporate world.

a promise kept.. for now!

made all kinds of crazy wishes when this damned comp was conked!
one of the things that I promised myself was that I'd post this blog in my Orkut profile, if i ever got it started... d-uh, now i'm having second thoughts...
oh well, here it goes, done that now.......... i mean, how bad can it be... friends already know me for how crazy i am..... not so close buddies, well u can sure have a laugh at my expense, if u got around to reading any or some of my blogs...
for best results, start from first blog onwards... recent blogs haven't been, er.. for better choice of words, well thought of.
also, yeah, lots of spelling errors and what not in many of my blogs... was too lazy to word it and then put it here, or even spellcheck it here... so apologies in advance for that.
cheers...... and hey, do drop me a note if there's anything that u r gonna hold me to or quote me later on!

No to no...

Seems even my comp couldn't handle the overdose of blogs that i posted some time back... a long story short.. it conked, and teasingly so, only to appear almost to work every time i boot it, and then boom! everytime...
well, thanks to my crazy functioning brain, and some god forsaken part of myself that just said, gotta be a workaround this! and viola, here i am, blogging at unearthly hours....
lesson learnt, never ever give up, especially on the ones that are near to you, even on ur comp. more importatnly got a chance to say yep, i did it.
another lesson learnt, well, i can maybe end up as a techie too... hey boss, are u listening?? :)

The Whiskey Priest: some random definitions

Dedication
War
Love
Greed
Peace
Opinion
Belief
Desperation
War and Peace can’t be enemies, but brothers. When one succeeds the other is but jealous…. It is the same people who sow the seeds of peace that reap the harvest called war, and vice versa. The father to both must then be dedication; without it both cannot endure.
Where is love then? It must be the consort/wife of peace, just as greed must be the consort/wife of war.
Opinion! In itself, its just a tool to justify your belief in anything. But then, nobody parts with opinion without their set of beliefs, which can be either honey dipped or poison dipped as you take it…..
Desperation must be the consort of dedication, for it drives you to form an opinion and ultimately dedicate yourself to your beliefs.
This is the point where I got sober.

Some Sufi Gems

I'm never really into very many religious preaching, and sayings... i mean i read through them to find some inspiration - my kind of sayings are mostly those which cut across religious backgrounds and just address you as a person - irrespective of any religion you are. Those are my kind, and was glancing through this Osho magazine where there were a lot of Sufi sayings and preaching and so on..

some really good ones which i could sort of feel it reaching me were:
'the state of nearness is the state when you fall silent, when voices in your head disappear, evaporate, when thoughts leave you, desert you, when you feel utterly alone, not even shadows of others are present; when you are at the verge of disappearing; that is called the station of nearness!'
then....
'when you move into some inner work, your old uncertainties disappear because your old mind starts losing its hold on you and you will become uncertain...'
and this final one...
'rejoice in your sadness, because this is the gift of god at this particular time. It must be a need, because nothing happens without your need. You must need this climate, this moment. This is how God wants you to be..'

Obituary

Frasier is an teleseries which I love watching, especially when I'm down and out and need to give my mind a gentle nudge or two to start working again. The humor in it is very carefully crafted, and the quips and retorts along with their 'message' to tell, set the show to something which gives me lots to think of.
In one of the later seasons Frasier is accidentally thought of to be dead in an identity mix up, and goes through the ordeal of going through his own obituary in the papers the next day. Of course it gets him to do crazy stuff, 'live' his life, blah blah,.... but the real deal was with when his Dad gives a slap to his new overzealous enthusiasm by asking him that with this quest for filling up the pages on how you want others to think about you, are you really living your life? Gotta admit, it's a slam dunk show, I'm sure it would have got many thinking about it... it sure got me.
Not really sure how my obituary is going to read, but something that I value is that there should be a handful of worth wile moments of my life that string together as memories for the ones I care. That is one side of the coin. The other side is how I 'live' my life. Its surprising how these two can be so interconnected, if you think about it.......
Think about it!

unmarried bachelor

i realized today, after 27 years 6 months of my existance in this world, that being unmarried is not the same as being a bachelor.
i envy the people who are yet to find out the difference, and pity those who have!
that's one less complication that i could do without, thank you very much...

hence the emphasis of the term unmarried bachelor on one of my earlier blogs....

what do you get when....

what do you get when you have two chinese, an american, and a indian, sitting in a room on an african rug?
sample of the world!

in case you were wondering why there's an american, its coz they've got to be on anything that represents this world! otherwise the fourth guy would have also been an indian!
i guess that's why we're good at this outsourcing thing!!. we do the work, americans will take the credit! no problemo.
in case you are not wondering, then too bad for reading till this! :)

2 reasons to why recession has not impacted india

1. arranged marriage - independent sustaining economy on its own, not yet impacted by the recession.
2. the namesake....no.2 (didn't get it?? duh, black money) - the reason why 1st reason is not yet impacted....
think about it... hey man, guess what, market is going nowhere right now, so career is also going nowhere, so thought i might as well get married! (boing!). after wedding, the dude will be like recession, who me? screw it man, lets go to party in New Zealand for all i care!
any laws to brings these under control will result in a massive meltdown of indian economy, and has a consequential global ripple effect potential ... afterall, we indians are everywhere in this world!!
oh, and if u are an indian, and have missed the bus on any one of the 2, drop a note.... lets compare notes.
(FYI... i'm unmarried bachelor, so there's only one point relevant to me at the moment!)

tip to understand humans...

watch animal planet/natgeo/any other animal channel. seriously, u'll be surprised! i was! the other day my roommate flipped it on and was engrossed in their antics, their hunting rituals and so on.... well, i got to understand and relate it to people - friends, family, not so dear ones....
i guess its coz they are smarter than humans, who spend their sixth sense, trying to hide and conceal their five senses.

gods idea of a cruel joke, or a random experiment, get a bunch of lions, dogs, rats, buffaloes, jackasses and others, make them all alike (humans), then throw them in a world, and wait, add an additional sense just to make things more interesting!! go on, wise guy, solve this!

back to the story, so anyways, these 'animals' with fewer senses, are atleast distinct by their behaviour (u know, not every cat is a lion... :) sorry, couldn't resist this one! somebody once important to me said this to me once...), and u can actually use these channels to undersand and handle people better, if u r having difficulty seperating the buffaloes from jackasses of this world.
seriously, let me know if this works.... :-)

destiny!

sorry, couldn't resist this one... :)

this destiny thing that i wrote in a blog earlier got me thinking, this guy who brought up this destiny thing, the guy who discovered/invented, (depends on how 'spiritual' you are), must be one wasted useless bum, who resolved to do nothing and then feel good about it too!!! :)
imagine, doing nothing for your entire life while everyone around u slogs their butt off, and then claim that it was ur 'purpose' on earth!. hmm, feels like driving a car downslope - piece of cake, with a cherry on top!

machan, i didn't say this!

if there's one thing that i credit myself for having is guts, yep, u read right... guts!! its takes that living up to the words that i say and commit to!.. (don't believe me??, watch the yes man.... i'm like a cross between that guy and the jim carrey of liar liar! shoot mouth off, then slog ass to back it up... i know, whew!)
so here's one more confession, my real fundu reason why blogging makes sense is that, i always look back at my life through these windows, and know the messed up kind of thoughts that was on my head.. sometimes my head swims so much with thoughts that blog serves more of a pensieve purpose, keep it here, so that next day i don't forget this thought! coz sometimes several 'insights' recorded helps! and i'm doing that, free of charge, right here... now u know why its called reallyhavetoblogthis.

theories and theories... a new resolution.

the frightening part about lot of theories is that, if u are on a quest to prove it right, what if it proves to be?

i mean, take this chessboard theory that i have, for example - that people are coins on other people's boards on other people's life... u might just appear as a pawn to ur boss for instance, unless u prove ur worth, and then u 'upgrade' to something more valuable... and so on. and ur value differs from perspective of each of ur friends,family and basically everyone (its my theory to why fame, noticablity etc counts for more in this world, coz then more people find useful to have you on their 'board'), if i embark on a quest to prove this right, i might end up trying to expose a hole in their board by moving out, and hence proving that i was worth more than a 'pawn' or whatever they are considering me at the moment, where does that leave me?? hell yeah, right outside the board!!! like i need that. its makes me feel like that eureka guy, who is as famous as discovering some weird theory, as he was for running naked on the streets shouting eureka..... (so sorry archimedes (just googled it up now), but i kinda never could get past the part of u being a streaker to dwelve on your theory....)
so shelved worrying on theories and trying to prove people that i'm smart enough to figure out whatever coin i might be on their board.... and instead resolved, as a good friend of mine just put it, to screw life! i'm gonna do what's best for me, and work my up the rest from that... i guess i'll eventually end up at where i'm destined to, so might as well enjoy time till then. so gonna be a freelancer, one goal, take the ride as long as its going in the same direction as mine.... theories? who cares if they're right? Not me!