I might sound like a complete idiot ,but of late I am having this unusual feeling of me ...me ..and only me.It all started @ work.Some human beings wanted to have a team event.Talk about really innovative idea (pun intended)!!! They decided that we all should wear green top and blue denim.OK!! I absolutely have no qualms about it.Then I started acting pricey .But what really pissed me off was some one's comment saying it is all in the name of team spirit.Fine...No problems with that as well.These same so called team members were happily watching a movie when one them was feeling sick and had to be admitted to the hospital.
Where was the team spirit then? Where was so called the feeling of being in a team.I really love my space and I really can't stand hypocrites.I am OK with being a team member and taking part in team events.What I really don't like is glamorising the whole concept.At work I am happy being a team member,but I can't stand someone ordering me to do something in the name of team spirit !!!
Live and let live.
I love being me and I love my self.
I love my own space.I have my own comfort zone ,so let me be !!
PS: Been ages I wrote something. Seems like I have become morally bankrupt and intellectually degraded !!!!
Thursday, December 20, 2007
Monday, September 10, 2007
Death Whispered A Lullaby
Came across this beautiful song today.
Really amazineg.Got this cool thing in my blog now.
Opeth - Death Whispered A Lullaby Lyrics
Out on the road there are fireflies circling
Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide
Over the hill there are men returning
Trying to find some peace of mind
Sleep my child
Under the fog there are shadows moving
Don't be afraid, hold my hand
Into the dark there are eyelids closing
Buried alive in the shifting sands
Sleep my child
Speak to me now and the world will crumble
Open a door and the moon will fall
All of your life, all your memories
Go to your dreams, forget it all
Sleep my child
Really amazineg.Got this cool thing in my blog now.
So you guys can enjoy some music whenever you want.
Wonder if someone will actually appreciate it sometime?...
Opeth - Death Whispered A Lullaby Lyrics
Out on the road there are fireflies circling
Deep in the woods, where the lost souls hide
Over the hill there are men returning
Trying to find some peace of mind
Sleep my child
Under the fog there are shadows moving
Don't be afraid, hold my hand
Into the dark there are eyelids closing
Buried alive in the shifting sands
Sleep my child
Speak to me now and the world will crumble
Open a door and the moon will fall
All of your life, all your memories
Go to your dreams, forget it all
Sleep my child
Then & Now
I don't feel like penning down anything, but I can't think of anything
better to do...........
I am missing home.
The daily chores.
The fried fish and the steamed rice.
The quiet evening in the veranda with a
Hot cup of tea.
I am missing the comfort of my bed and
those quiet chilly nights punctuated by
distant howling of foxes.
I am missing those noisy mornings.
Constant nagging of my folks and
waiting eagerly for the newspaper.
I am missing my farm.
Missing those buckets of fishes I used to catch in the pond.
Sitting quietly in my neighbour's shop.
Puffing cigarettes
Always on the run,hoping I don't get caught.
Eating tons of mint,
"Damn! I shouldn't be stinking."
Saving the remaining bit of the cigarette for tomorrow.
And "Oh!That bit smells like a Dead Cigarette."
Even the college days were better.
The fights,the games.
The gossips,the outings.
Seems like those days were better.
And Now.....
Too many issues to deal with.
Hypocrites everywhere.
Can't trust nobody.
Nothing to look forward.
Hardly myself.
I know where I am headed.
Whats going to happen.
The road is too long
The burden of my self is killing me.
Its tough !!!
Wish my hassle-free childhood comes back.
I know it is long gone...............
Disclaimer: It is a piece of nonsense and is not to be thought about seriously
better to do...........
I am missing home.
The daily chores.
The fried fish and the steamed rice.
The quiet evening in the veranda with a
Hot cup of tea.
I am missing the comfort of my bed and
those quiet chilly nights punctuated by
distant howling of foxes.
I am missing those noisy mornings.
Constant nagging of my folks and
waiting eagerly for the newspaper.
I am missing my farm.
Missing those buckets of fishes I used to catch in the pond.
Sitting quietly in my neighbour's shop.
Puffing cigarettes
Always on the run,hoping I don't get caught.
Eating tons of mint,
"Damn! I shouldn't be stinking."
Saving the remaining bit of the cigarette for tomorrow.
And "Oh!That bit smells like a Dead Cigarette."
Even the college days were better.
The fights,the games.
The gossips,the outings.
Seems like those days were better.
And Now.....
Too many issues to deal with.
Hypocrites everywhere.
Can't trust nobody.
Nothing to look forward.
Hardly myself.
I know where I am headed.
Whats going to happen.
The road is too long
The burden of my self is killing me.
Its tough !!!
Wish my hassle-free childhood comes back.
I know it is long gone...............
Disclaimer: It is a piece of nonsense and is not to be thought about seriously
Monday, August 13, 2007
"Shit"!!!! Why so much of "Expectations"?????
Expectations ...a simple word.Well I wouldn't say it is that simple.To make the matters worse spelling "E-X-P-E-C-T-A-T-I-O-N-S" is also not so simple.Top it up with the philosophy behind the word and also the way people 
put their everything for meeting those expectations.I am sure that I am not one of those.I really wonder why this word doesn't even sound or mean like a simple word,say "SHIT".Plain and simple.No two meanings to "Shit".No bloody philosophy to "Shit".It doesn't take much of an effort to "shit".I know right now I am talking "Shit" but I really can't help it.God!!! There is too many expectations.Mine,my parents',my friends',the whole world.Nobody wants me Shitting around.I am sure I am not Shitting Around.
put their everything for meeting those expectations.I am sure that I am not one of those.I really wonder why this word doesn't even sound or mean like a simple word,say "SHIT".Plain and simple.No two meanings to "Shit".No bloody philosophy to "Shit".It doesn't take much of an effort to "shit".I know right now I am talking "Shit" but I really can't help it.God!!! There is too many expectations.Mine,my parents',my friends',the whole world.Nobody wants me Shitting around.I am sure I am not Shitting Around.I started reading some study materials.They sucked.I can't take education anymore.
Tried talking with some people and they sucked too.
Got a job,it sucks.
Studies studies and studies and those expectations
Can't take them yet can't reject them.
God knows what do I do with those expectations and I can't keep them hanging on my head for long.
Help...but dare you give me those talks.
Lost Somewhere...I don't know where
Been ages...and I really don't know what I am doing,where I am heading to,what will happen to me !!!!
Ain't got no job
Ain't got no money
I am heading out to nowhere
Life's a real misery.
Packing and unpacking and packing again and again unpacking.Thought of going home.Missed my train and then planned again and again changed my mind.Can't really make up my mind and can't really mind my mind.
The monsoon and my laziness,
The alcohol and the hangover,
The fights and the bruises,
The uppers and the flight of fancy,
The dreams and then waking up that they are not so real,
The lies and the after-effects!!!
There are lots to these lines then it seems and the irony is that I know it all and I still try not knowing it.
Completely out of touch and complete stranger to myself.
That's what have become to me.
I do love the isolation and don't regret a bit of it.
Keep on doing it and will do it again.
But maybe life will be on a better track soon....Till then........
Ain't got no job
Ain't got no money
I am heading out to nowhere
Life's a real misery.
Packing and unpacking and packing again and again unpacking.Thought of going home.Missed my train and then planned again and again changed my mind.Can't really make up my mind and can't really mind my mind.
The monsoon and my laziness,
The alcohol and the hangover,
The fights and the bruises,
The uppers and the flight of fancy,
The dreams and then waking up that they are not so real,
The lies and the after-effects!!!
There are lots to these lines then it seems and the irony is that I know it all and I still try not knowing it.
Completely out of touch and complete stranger to myself.
That's what have become to me.
I do love the isolation and don't regret a bit of it.
Keep on doing it and will do it again.
But maybe life will be on a better track soon....Till then........
Friday, June 29, 2007
"The tiring day and a Crazy night with the old monk"
These days going to work is such a hassle.Firstly I have a system break-down when it is raining.All my limbs go numb and I just don't feel like getting up from bed.Yesterday was one such day.After playing with my alarm for almost an hour I managed to get up and forced myself to brush my teeth.Taking a shower was out of question as it was raining and it was cold too.Had a terrible time at office as one of my manager (I have been transferred to a new process) decided to give us some motivational talk and do a refresher course of the new process I am in.Jus' really don't know why I come across such people in the first place.She is an epitome of frustration and a BIG NAG.She loves to keep repeating herself and never even bothers to check if others need a breather.Had a torture-session from 09:00 a.m till 03:00 p.m.Talk about having a great work culture in the office.After that,travelling for almost an hour in crowded train,smelly arm-pits,bad-breath,rain-water all over you.By the time I reached home I was a tired & frustrated soul.
Have absolutely no money with me.Somehow I managed to collect some,borrow some and with my li'l devils managed to get home Mr.Old Monk.(Now,I have to tell you about these two little devils I know in my place.Spontaneous with full of energy and very very short tempered.But always game for a crazy plan.I love it.Can't live with them and CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM).Dinner was sponsored by this Over-Smart kid who was compelled to treat us.I will certainly mention about this kid sometime as he is already starting to get on my nerves.Anyway,after dinner all of a sudden it started pouring cats and dogs.I really wonder why they use this term.What has cats and dogs got to do with rains,except for the fact that they are under your bed during the rains.Roads were flooded and Marine Drive(a place close to my PG )was literally empty.Four of us(that includes the smart kid and two li'l devils) waded our way through the roads filled with water.Marine Drive was awesome.I really can't get enough of it.Rain water all over us and Mr.Old Monk giving us his divine warmth.What a way to finish the day...A night to remember.Hope such nights come every day and lasts for an eternity.
Just thought of telling you a few facts:I tripped terribly on my way to Marine Drive.Actually Mr.Monk pushed me real hard.I came to know about it only today after his divine powers were long gone.
I just hope that I have enough money throughout this Monsoon so that I can get the services of Mr.Monk or get a Royal Stag for barbecue.Even the company of Mr.Haywards or Kingfisher fries are worth mentioning in these rains.
PS:In case you are wondering who are Mr.Old monk or Mr.Haywards,do come over to my place and I will make you meet the sweet Parsi fellow from the nearby Wine Shop.They are his esteemed clients.Cheers.
Have absolutely no money with me.Somehow I managed to collect some,borrow some and with my li'l devils managed to get home Mr.Old Monk.(Now,I have to tell you about these two little devils I know in my place.Spontaneous with full of energy and very very short tempered.But always game for a crazy plan.I love it.Can't live with them and CAN'T LIVE WITHOUT THEM).Dinner was sponsored by this Over-Smart kid who was compelled to treat us.I will certainly mention about this kid sometime as he is already starting to get on my nerves.Anyway,after dinner all of a sudden it started pouring cats and dogs.I really wonder why they use this term.What has cats and dogs got to do with rains,except for the fact that they are under your bed during the rains.Roads were flooded and Marine Drive(a place close to my PG )was literally empty.Four of us(that includes the smart kid and two li'l devils) waded our way through the roads filled with water.Marine Drive was awesome.I really can't get enough of it.Rain water all over us and Mr.Old Monk giving us his divine warmth.What a way to finish the day...A night to remember.Hope such nights come every day and lasts for an eternity.
Just thought of telling you a few facts:I tripped terribly on my way to Marine Drive.Actually Mr.Monk pushed me real hard.I came to know about it only today after his divine powers were long gone.
I just hope that I have enough money throughout this Monsoon so that I can get the services of Mr.Monk or get a Royal Stag for barbecue.Even the company of Mr.Haywards or Kingfisher fries are worth mentioning in these rains.
PS:In case you are wondering who are Mr.Old monk or Mr.Haywards,do come over to my place and I will make you meet the sweet Parsi fellow from the nearby Wine Shop.They are his esteemed clients.Cheers.
"The Shadow Of Kamakhya" A real Dark Shadow !!
I was reading this book called "The Shadow of Kamakhya" by Indira Goswami.It is basically a collection of short stories translated in English by the author.The only reason I picked up the book was because it was by an assameese on assam.Nobody recommended the book to me ,but somehow I just couldn't resist laying my hands on it.Probably the love for my homeland and anything associated with it.
The book starts of it with how Kamakhya got its name.In case you guys don't know it is the biggest temple in Assam.It is devoted to Shiva's wife Parvati.Legend has it that when Sati(another form of Parvati) committed suicide following the insult inflicted on Shiva by her father Daksha,the grieving Shiva carried her body around the three worlds.To rouse him from grief,Vishnu severed the body into many pieces.One piece-the yoni-fell on Kamagiri near Guwahati.Thereafter the spot became Kamakhya,the goddess of sexual desire,and a place famous for tantric puja and animal sacrifices.
The book supposedly explores the soul of Assam in the midst of terrorism, casteism,etc starting of with a story called "The Journey".I don't deny the fact that over the years Assam has been a bloody ground of terrorism and extremism.However,I never came across or heard anything so ridiculous like the story"the Offspring" where in an upper-class prostitute kills her unborn baby as it's father is her low-caste lover.The stories have been written beautifully,no doubt about it.You feel as if you are in Assam when you go through the book.However the way Assam has been portrayed is absolutely ridiculous.Caste-system is minimal in Assam.There is no concept of dowry in Assam.Even words used in the stories for describing abuses are non-existent as there are hardly any abuses(excepting a few) which are used by people in villages.Terrorism does exist but I haven't heard of any terrorist striking anyone for money(the story"journey") that too in front of his folks.Ridiculous.
It is not something I am writing to offend anyone nor is it to glorify anything.Just that I will never except the way Assam has been portrayed in the book.I am sure there had been (and there will be )some exceptions which inspired the writers to pen down their feelings.But collectively ,I feel the book does give an ugly picture to the whole world about my "Sunali Axom" !!!
The book starts of it with how Kamakhya got its name.In case you guys don't know it is the biggest temple in Assam.It is devoted to Shiva's wife Parvati.Legend has it that when Sati(another form of Parvati) committed suicide following the insult inflicted on Shiva by her father Daksha,the grieving Shiva carried her body around the three worlds.To rouse him from grief,Vishnu severed the body into many pieces.One piece-the yoni-fell on Kamagiri near Guwahati.Thereafter the spot became Kamakhya,the goddess of sexual desire,and a place famous for tantric puja and animal sacrifices.
The book supposedly explores the soul of Assam in the midst of terrorism, casteism,etc starting of with a story called "The Journey".I don't deny the fact that over the years Assam has been a bloody ground of terrorism and extremism.However,I never came across or heard anything so ridiculous like the story"the Offspring" where in an upper-class prostitute kills her unborn baby as it's father is her low-caste lover.The stories have been written beautifully,no doubt about it.You feel as if you are in Assam when you go through the book.However the way Assam has been portrayed is absolutely ridiculous.Caste-system is minimal in Assam.There is no concept of dowry in Assam.Even words used in the stories for describing abuses are non-existent as there are hardly any abuses(excepting a few) which are used by people in villages.Terrorism does exist but I haven't heard of any terrorist striking anyone for money(the story"journey") that too in front of his folks.Ridiculous.
It is not something I am writing to offend anyone nor is it to glorify anything.Just that I will never except the way Assam has been portrayed in the book.I am sure there had been (and there will be )some exceptions which inspired the writers to pen down their feelings.But collectively ,I feel the book does give an ugly picture to the whole world about my "Sunali Axom" !!!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
A day of my life....
Wouldn't be saying that I am very busy in life but of late things just don't work out the way I want to and I end up getting no time for myself.As usual supply of alcohol is steady,but considering that it is the end of the month,the supply is less than demand.
Had a few nerve-wrecking sessions at the office and also bunked work for two days(Health issues).Joined a new process and colleagues have changed at work.No sweats.Really getting annoyed at the way things are moving.Brain cells are dead and I don't feel like writing anything.
Had a few nerve-wrecking sessions at the office and also bunked work for two days(Health issues).Joined a new process and colleagues have changed at work.No sweats.Really getting annoyed at the way things are moving.Brain cells are dead and I don't feel like writing anything.
PS:Had one of the best day of my life yesterday.Someone(too sweet of her !!!) took me out for a walk by the sea(Gateway to be precise) in the morning , just too prove it to me that she cares 'bout me (and doesn't hate me) and oh i luv her so much.She made my day and I will treasure it forever.Good to have someone like her as your best friend.Now don't you get any ideas as you will never know.Why am I telling you about my life anyway?
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz
Can somebody suggest what are the different positions you can sleep if you are sitting at your desk in the office? I really need to know.I need some sleep badly.Please post your valuable comments.I need to know as I am badly deprived of sleep!!!! I will be joining some stupid training @ work from tuesday.Please your valuable comments might save a desperate life.
Thanks
Gossips...A New learning experience
A rocking day @ work.Actually no work at all. We are on the process of ordering food and feeling very hungry thinking about the prawns. Wonder what a rocking life these prawns must be having.Getting born and ending up in our hungry stomachs.Great philosophical talks are going on in the background and Richard Marx is getting tired singing "Careless Whispers".Amazing conversations are happening over here.Knowing what a "bitchy person" I am, I will give you snippets of it.People have just saw me writing this and I am getting life-threatening lines from people around me.1)There is an amazing concept of looking at your future by this unique concept called"Nadi sashtra"...thumb impression..used to predict your future.The future predictor a.k.a the "baba" tells u abt all your life ,past and future.He tells you what you were in your past life.Seems like my friend's friend was supposedly the son of a king's sentry.He(the kid)was very naughty and was chucked out of the kingdome.I hope that my friend doesn't become a dog in her futture.
2)You get amazig tubes ad tank-tops annd corsets in several places in Bandra."Trios" and "TryMe" are best places where you get those stuffs.Corsets hides the extra fat in a body and seems they are quite expensive.
3)Ever heard about "Cute" looking boots? Boots with seductive looks?Boots which look "Hot"? Well...I did!!! Advantages of listening to gossips.You learn new things.
4)I also learnt which perfumes are good and which deoderants have feminine smell.Seems like Victoria's Secret & UDV are here to stay.Beauty Centre rocks.I also got to know lots of things about eye-liners,lip-sticks,foundations,eye-liners,etc.
5)Got an amazing overview of different resturants nearby.Which place sells the best pizzas annd where you get the most awesome burgers.There were lots of other things which were worth mentioning but keeping in consideration of the people around me I wouldn't.
I slept quite a lot @ work and couldn't fininsh this post.Had quite an eventful evening.
PS:Got stuck in a three hour traffic jam when I went to pick up a dear friend of mine from the airport.Just my luck!!!!
God !!! I am so sleepy.
Friday, June 8, 2007
Angry "Holiday God" and my new love "Maya"
Seems my stars are not in their proper places.Jim Morrison said"I Don't believe in much of that Bullshit.."I don't believe in it either.But (A BIG FAT BUT..).of late seems my "Holiday God" is not too happy with me.Holiday God..he is the god who takes care of my weekly offs and makes my off days awesome!! He looks after all my needs on my weekly offs.He gives me a rough estimate of which movies i should watch,which places I should go to,etc ,etc.If I don't have money on those days,he gives me ideas as of to whom should I ask for money.Now you must be thinking that I am kidding!! There are so many gods in Hindu Mythology.So there must be a God of Holidays as well and I am so damn sure that he is not so happy with me.
I have enough reasons to prove that He is not happy.I had three offs starting from Tuesday till yesterday.I was supposed to go for some brilliant movies.That didn't happen.Ended up watching SHREK3(It was great) in Balcony with someone I didn't want to meet(That too in Balcony and I had to pay for the tickets..just my luck).Alcohol-scene was bad.Supply was less than Demand.So were the unwanted refugees who have made my room there permanent home and I really don't appreciate it.As I mentioned it before Holiday God didn't provide me with ample of funds.I was broke...terribly.Now the biggest shocker!!! My immediate "Boss"(I am so much in love with him) wanted me to come to office for my appraisals(Confirmation in the company) for fifteen mins yesterday.For fifteen minutes I have to travel more than three hours.He thinks I am Spider-man ,the Friendly(??!!) Neighbourhood(It takes me 90 mins to travel to office from home) hero.I obviously didn't go.I had lots of obligations and other priorities to take care of.Had some major pending works due to which I just couldn't come.It simply didn't workout even though I had promised him that I would certainly turn up @ work.Today morning he definitely took out his frustrations on me.But I told him earlier and I told him again that " DON'T EXPECT ME TO MEET ANYONE FROM OFFICE ON MY WEEKLY OFFS".I would have certainly met him(for my appraisals( confirmation in the company)) if I didn't have some other work.By the end of the day I was dead tired and was in no position to come all the way to Office in those crowded trains.The only reason I am complaining and saying that the Holiday God is not happy with me is because "Did my Boss(Not the Big Boss!!) find my work off as the only day to do my appraisals? I know for a fact that my Boss's boss(Lets call him Big Boss who is actually a very straight forward person...personal experiences) is screwing my Boss's arse as he was supposed to finish my appraisals by end of May.I call this whole process"Hierarchy Screwing".My Boss's boss takes his case.My Boss takes my case.Damn..I don't have anyone to take my frustrations out...so I write !!!
By the way I did some amazing shopping in Chor-Bazaar(Thieves' Market) today.Picked up five crazy beer mugs @ the price of pea-nuts.I also got this wooden piece of work or whatever u call it..It is kind of a statue or rather a wooden sculpture of a pretty lady.She looks great too.Kind of Egyptian-art(Though I don't have much knowledge about Egypt as well as art).Whatever she is ,she looks gorgeous.Myself and my friend(I have mentioned about him previously.The guy who looks like spy vs. spy) thought about several names.Finally we named her Rakhi Sawant.But later on I found the name quite bold and a bit vulgar.Oh! I am so confused. My neighbour next door(She is one of those cool yet intelligent types...A rare breed in women species!!! ) suggested another name.So we rechristened her to "Maya".She is the new woman in my life,so full of mysteries(I mean where did she originate.how she was stolen and how did she land up in Chor Bazaar).Anyway,I am not bothered about her past.Just that me and my new found love "Maya" gonna have a ball of a time together.I am sure all of you are SO BLOODY JEALOUS.
I have enough reasons to prove that He is not happy.I had three offs starting from Tuesday till yesterday.I was supposed to go for some brilliant movies.That didn't happen.Ended up watching SHREK3(It was great) in Balcony with someone I didn't want to meet(That too in Balcony and I had to pay for the tickets..just my luck).Alcohol-scene was bad.Supply was less than Demand.So were the unwanted refugees who have made my room there permanent home and I really don't appreciate it.As I mentioned it before Holiday God didn't provide me with ample of funds.I was broke...terribly.Now the biggest shocker!!! My immediate "Boss"(I am so much in love with him) wanted me to come to office for my appraisals(Confirmation in the company) for fifteen mins yesterday.For fifteen minutes I have to travel more than three hours.He thinks I am Spider-man ,the Friendly(??!!) Neighbourhood(It takes me 90 mins to travel to office from home) hero.I obviously didn't go.I had lots of obligations and other priorities to take care of.Had some major pending works due to which I just couldn't come.It simply didn't workout even though I had promised him that I would certainly turn up @ work.Today morning he definitely took out his frustrations on me.But I told him earlier and I told him again that " DON'T EXPECT ME TO MEET ANYONE FROM OFFICE ON MY WEEKLY OFFS".I would have certainly met him(for my appraisals( confirmation in the company)) if I didn't have some other work.By the end of the day I was dead tired and was in no position to come all the way to Office in those crowded trains.The only reason I am complaining and saying that the Holiday God is not happy with me is because "Did my Boss(Not the Big Boss!!) find my work off as the only day to do my appraisals? I know for a fact that my Boss's boss(Lets call him Big Boss who is actually a very straight forward person...personal experiences) is screwing my Boss's arse as he was supposed to finish my appraisals by end of May.I call this whole process"Hierarchy Screwing".My Boss's boss takes his case.My Boss takes my case.Damn..I don't have anyone to take my frustrations out...so I write !!!
By the way I did some amazing shopping in Chor-Bazaar(Thieves' Market) today.Picked up five crazy beer mugs @ the price of pea-nuts.I also got this wooden piece of work or whatever u call it..It is kind of a statue or rather a wooden sculpture of a pretty lady.She looks great too.Kind of Egyptian-art(Though I don't have much knowledge about Egypt as well as art).Whatever she is ,she looks gorgeous.Myself and my friend(I have mentioned about him previously.The guy who looks like spy vs. spy) thought about several names.Finally we named her Rakhi Sawant.But later on I found the name quite bold and a bit vulgar.Oh! I am so confused. My neighbour next door(She is one of those cool yet intelligent types...A rare breed in women species!!! ) suggested another name.So we rechristened her to "Maya".She is the new woman in my life,so full of mysteries(I mean where did she originate.how she was stolen and how did she land up in Chor Bazaar).Anyway,I am not bothered about her past.Just that me and my new found love "Maya" gonna have a ball of a time together.I am sure all of you are SO BLOODY JEALOUS.
Monday, June 4, 2007
Disgusting people everywhere ..Some very Disgusting and some to a lesser extent !!!
Disclaimer:Any resemblance to someone living or dead is purely coincidental and is not meant to offend anyone !!
At around twelve in the night a friend of mine dropped by.I knew him since last four years but not really kept in touch since last year.We were very great friends earlier.But then he was brother(not real) of a girl I used to love.Things became ugly ,but got sorted out eventually.Problem with this guy is that he keeps on repeating the same thing again and again.That really kills me.I think we spoke for almost 6 hrs & trust me we could have cut it down to 2 hrs.Just my luck.
Had to sleep in my FRIEND"S GIRLFRIEND's room.The reason for stressing on *****FRIEND"S GIRLFRIEND's**** is because of it's obvious reasons.Though I know her pretty well and we are best of pals she prefers it that way.No matter how close I am to her ,she prefers rubbing the fact that she is going around with my friend(Talk about being in love).Anyway,lets get back to where I started.She was not coming to her room as she was out.My friend(I mean that girl's boyfriend) and myself decided to sleep in her room.Reason: My room was already occupied with my talkative friend and another guy (Spy vs. Spy..he looks like one of the spies).Today I came to know she was furious of the fact that I slept(jus' slept and did nothing else...I mean jus' me and my friends were there) in her room.She was shouting at her BOY because she had given permissions only to him to sleep in her room.However let me tell you something at this point. This GIRL slept in my room many a times,especially when she had guests around the corner.Anyway what happened can't be undone.Not that something terrible happened,but I found the whole episode really disgusting.I mean what's the big deal?Some people just have this habit of making an epic from a simple word.Disgusting...Very Disgusting!!!
Things were not over with that.That chatter box friend was still in my room.He kept on talking about the same nonsense again and again and again.His so called "Motivational Talks" were terrible.Oh God!!! Why do I meet such people? Disgusting...yet not so disgusting.
Had a major issue with a girl I really like.Reason: I can't tell you but trivial.I am dying as she is not picking up my phone.I find it absolutely stupid.Oh !! Give me break.Talk to me!! I am terribly missing you(Think I like her a lot but NOT love her).Disgusting...but I like her.
Seems like it is going to be terrible @ work.But since last four hours everything is going great.Hope the day gets over soon.At least I will be able to enjoy the next two days at home(I have offs) MINUS all these "Very disgusting" and "Not so disgusting people".
At around twelve in the night a friend of mine dropped by.I knew him since last four years but not really kept in touch since last year.We were very great friends earlier.But then he was brother(not real) of a girl I used to love.Things became ugly ,but got sorted out eventually.Problem with this guy is that he keeps on repeating the same thing again and again.That really kills me.I think we spoke for almost 6 hrs & trust me we could have cut it down to 2 hrs.Just my luck.
Had to sleep in my FRIEND"S GIRLFRIEND's room.The reason for stressing on *****FRIEND"S GIRLFRIEND's**** is because of it's obvious reasons.Though I know her pretty well and we are best of pals she prefers it that way.No matter how close I am to her ,she prefers rubbing the fact that she is going around with my friend(Talk about being in love).Anyway,lets get back to where I started.She was not coming to her room as she was out.My friend(I mean that girl's boyfriend) and myself decided to sleep in her room.Reason: My room was already occupied with my talkative friend and another guy (Spy vs. Spy..he looks like one of the spies).Today I came to know she was furious of the fact that I slept(jus' slept and did nothing else...I mean jus' me and my friends were there) in her room.She was shouting at her BOY because she had given permissions only to him to sleep in her room.However let me tell you something at this point. This GIRL slept in my room many a times,especially when she had guests around the corner.Anyway what happened can't be undone.Not that something terrible happened,but I found the whole episode really disgusting.I mean what's the big deal?Some people just have this habit of making an epic from a simple word.Disgusting...Very Disgusting!!!
Things were not over with that.That chatter box friend was still in my room.He kept on talking about the same nonsense again and again and again.His so called "Motivational Talks" were terrible.Oh God!!! Why do I meet such people? Disgusting...yet not so disgusting.
Had a major issue with a girl I really like.Reason: I can't tell you but trivial.I am dying as she is not picking up my phone.I find it absolutely stupid.Oh !! Give me break.Talk to me!! I am terribly missing you(Think I like her a lot but NOT love her).Disgusting...but I like her.
Seems like it is going to be terrible @ work.But since last four hours everything is going great.Hope the day gets over soon.At least I will be able to enjoy the next two days at home(I have offs) MINUS all these "Very disgusting" and "Not so disgusting people".
No Room for New Rooms
Yesterday evening was crazy.Reached home and was surprised to find that my Land-owner had built another room.I mean it's crazy how small rooms are made in Bombay.I remember when I shifted to Marine Lines for the first time there was a bath tub in my Ex-Landlord's house.No rooms were vacant.Within five hours ,he got the bath tub removed and made a three sq feet by 6 sq feet room for me.Talk about imagination.Ditto with my present landlord.Within a few hours our man had converted a store-room to a new weird shaped room with WINDOWS.The only reason I am stressing on the word "Windows" is because it's so hard to find rooms with windows in my place.Most of the rooms are 10*10 rooms with no ventilation.He asked me if I am interested.Hell no...I am not.Then he told me the advantages of having that room.
1)It has a window facing the toilet(Wow...what a turn on ...hehehe) and
2)two tube lights.
3)It's 15 sq feet long and just 5 sq feet wide.
4)There are lots and lots and lots of drawers
Actually it was a store room earlier.Biggest shocker was still to come.Monthly rent 8000 bucks a month.Damn...B'bay is expensive!!! My landlord has gone insane.Fortunately he doesn't irritate me these days.I stuff my rent on his month on the first day itself.Sometimes these species(landlords) of human can really be sticky customers.I don't want this weird looking room.I am very happy with my 10 by 10 room with full ventilation.Moreover I am paying just 4000 bucks...that's so cool(I mean my fully ventilated room)
1)It has a window facing the toilet(Wow...what a turn on ...hehehe) and
2)two tube lights.
3)It's 15 sq feet long and just 5 sq feet wide.
4)There are lots and lots and lots of drawers
Actually it was a store room earlier.Biggest shocker was still to come.Monthly rent 8000 bucks a month.Damn...B'bay is expensive!!! My landlord has gone insane.Fortunately he doesn't irritate me these days.I stuff my rent on his month on the first day itself.Sometimes these species(landlords) of human can really be sticky customers.I don't want this weird looking room.I am very happy with my 10 by 10 room with full ventilation.Moreover I am paying just 4000 bucks...that's so cool(I mean my fully ventilated room)
Sunday, June 3, 2007
Sunday..Bloody Sunday
DISCLAIMER: Everything written over here is purely fictional and any resemblance to anyone living or dead(I wish!!!) is purely coincidental(U wish!!).Author doesn't take any responsibility for anyone feeling offended(LOL !!)
"I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long..."
Was singing this song (by U2) ever since I got up in the morning.Didn't get any sleep the whole night anyway.Having a tough time with my back and had an equally terrible time going for the nature's call and morning showers .... thanks to that terrible sprain of my hip bone.
Just' my bad luck that I have to go for work today,as my friend(my accident pal !!) can't come.I had informed my Boss yesterday that I will come over(even though I had an off) and save his ASS as my friend and another fellow were the only people working.He promised me a Monday off(I was having an off today).Though I didn't get the wake -up call that he had promised me yesterday,I definitely got his frantic calls asking me if I would be coming to work today or I would be late for work.
After struggling with the leg and the usual crowds in the train and that rickety rickshaw.But.. when I managed to reach there, surprises(??) were waiting for me.
Our man doesn't seem to believe that we actually met up with an accident.Talk about benefits of charity.My friend(the accident boy)is not a cry wolf type ,so not believing that he had an accident is ridiculous.Forget about me.After series of cross questioning(stuffs like there are no bruises,did your jeans tear(lol!!),is your friend planning to resign),my manager gives up.Not that he is convinced,but he would rather not waste his time as he got to go!! He leaves by announcing a word of praise about my dedication and devotion to my job.Yeah...Right.He is gone !!! Not before making me completely red with anger and frustration.Why do I have to show him such level of dedication(Working on a Sunday/off day)? His not (really) trusting us and thinking that it's just another cry wolf story. Was it really worth it?
"I cant believe the news today
Oh, I cant close my eyes and make it go away
How long...
How long must we sing this song?
How long? how long..."
Was singing this song (by U2) ever since I got up in the morning.Didn't get any sleep the whole night anyway.Having a tough time with my back and had an equally terrible time going for the nature's call and morning showers .... thanks to that terrible sprain of my hip bone.
Just' my bad luck that I have to go for work today,as my friend(my accident pal !!) can't come.I had informed my Boss yesterday that I will come over(even though I had an off) and save his ASS as my friend and another fellow were the only people working.He promised me a Monday off(I was having an off today).Though I didn't get the wake -up call that he had promised me yesterday,I definitely got his frantic calls asking me if I would be coming to work today or I would be late for work.
After struggling with the leg and the usual crowds in the train and that rickety rickshaw.But.. when I managed to reach there, surprises(??) were waiting for me.
Our man doesn't seem to believe that we actually met up with an accident.Talk about benefits of charity.My friend(the accident boy)is not a cry wolf type ,so not believing that he had an accident is ridiculous.Forget about me.After series of cross questioning(stuffs like there are no bruises,did your jeans tear(lol!!),is your friend planning to resign),my manager gives up.Not that he is convinced,but he would rather not waste his time as he got to go!! He leaves by announcing a word of praise about my dedication and devotion to my job.Yeah...Right.He is gone !!! Not before making me completely red with anger and frustration.Why do I have to show him such level of dedication(Working on a Sunday/off day)? His not (really) trusting us and thinking that it's just another cry wolf story. Was it really worth it?
It was Not So Boring Saturday After-all !!!
All was not so cool on this saturday.After spending nine long(sleepy) hours ,decided to go home with a friend of mine(Syyed..Mentioning his name as a tribute for his bravery.At least we didn't die.I don't usually like mentioning names in the blog).At least,that time thought that he will be able to drop me off at Santa Cruz and I can take a local train thereafter.Started off coolly.Had a couple of smokes(dropped my cigarette packet in bargain) and just then the rains started hitting.Oh,I love the rains.But unfortunately ,the bike skidded big- time.This is the funniest accident I ever had.Now,I know accidents are not funny at-all.But I have his habit of finding humour at the weirdest possible places.The moment we fell down from the bike(due to some bloody oil sleek),I was Thinking "Oh my god!!! What will happen to my new Shirt!!??? Luckily nothing happened.Funnier than that was the whole one minute when we skidded.Surrounded by big ugly vehicles(luckily there was a traffic jam that time and we were fortunate enough that we didn't go inside any of those.),we were skidding considerably fast .The bike was followed by me ,I was followed by my friend.I was looking at my friend's face inside his helmet and found it pretty funny.I don't know ,but it was just plain funny.I haven't told him about it though.Now,time for damage check.Bike is pretty much injured.My friend has dislocated his shoulder and I have sprained my ankle and knee.Hell...my back also hurts.Dropped my friend off at his friend's place and want to he Doc.Damn !!! Why did I not take the train?I don't regret the accident.I regret spending money for those stupid bandages and medicines.On top of it I had to cab it back home.Another waste of time & money.
Felt nice in the room.One of my friend cooked food fr me and she washed all the utensils as well.Another friend of mine called up from B'lore.He was at the Aerosmith concert.Damn..I wanted to be so much in that place.Made me listen to "Crying" and "Walk On" over the phone.Poor thing he went for the concert all alone.A true rocker.Wish I was there.It's a pity that I couldn't go for the concert,but thank God , at least managed to listen to two of their tracks.Man !!! He made my day!!!
PS:Had a tough time going to the bathroom as I can't bend my left leg.Hmmm...the accident.FINALLY SOMETHING EXCITING HAPPENED ON THIS UNUSUALLY BORING SATURDAY.
Saturday, June 2, 2007
Stonny Saturdays(I am so sleppy)
Seems like days of uncertainty have begun.Didn't sleep at all yesterday.Ended up watching four movies.Waste of time ,waste of money.I am tired.Very sleepy and won't write anything today.I am tired and very very exhausted.Don't have the energy to press the keyboards.Will post something interesting tomorrow.
Friday, June 1, 2007
Traumatic Friday (Talk..talk..talk..talk..talk about it)
I had one crazy evening yesterday.Pre-monsoon showers which calls for a celebration.I celebrated with myself over a couple of drinks and I really don't remember what happened after that.As usual,office is boring.Offices can never be interesting unless and until they let you play monopoly or poker on the floor.Was wondering who should I bitch about today.I am someone who believes in love.I have never said anything bad about anyone(Lol!!).Just' that I vent out my frustrations on anyone to everyone about everything ,everyday!!! I won't do so today.
I met this guy today.Just' before I went for my lunch(Of course the food would have been terrible,but still !!).He was the team-leader from my previous company.This guy can talk.I mean,when he talks you either sit down and listen to him or just close your ears.Though I prefer the second option,but the pitch of his voice just won't let you do so. He can talk and he can BRAG.The reason I highlighted "Brag" because that's only thing he does when he talks.The other day he was telling me about how much shopping he did.Though I tried to make it very apparent that I am not interested ,he managed to hang on for the next thirty minutes.Later on when I calculated it came out to be six-digit figures.The big guy did shopping for almost one lakh rupees ,that too clothes in span of three d
Finally after telling him that I am late,his highness allows me to leave (after promising me that he will surely meet me on the weekend).By this time I am mentally drained,physically exhausted and short of cigarettes.(Damn,I am late by one and a half hour)Top it up with spit drops all over my face.You have to carry a wiper with you because our man has the capability of spiting hundred droplets of saliva per minute(Talk about talking it out in your face).I am late and I am ready for my Boss's firing.I am hungry,angry and really don't know what to do.Just' my luck.I will pray to god that I don't bump into him again.But,I am sure I will meet him again when I am least expecting him.Talk about old friendship.I am sure no love is lost after today's trauma.
PS:This guy reminds me of someone.I am sure you have met someone like him too..feel free to post in our comments.
I met this guy today.Just' before I went for my lunch(Of course the food would have been terrible,but still !!).He was the team-leader from my previous company.This guy can talk.I mean,when he talks you either sit down and listen to him or just close your ears.Though I prefer the second option,but the pitch of his voice just won't let you do so. He can talk and he can BRAG.The reason I highlighted "Brag" because that's only thing he does when he talks.The other day he was telling me about how much shopping he did.Though I tried to make it very apparent that I am not interested ,he managed to hang on for the next thirty minutes.Later on when I calculated it came out to be six-digit figures.The big guy did shopping for almost one lakh rupees ,that too clothes in span of three d
Finally after telling him that I am late,his highness allows me to leave (after promising me that he will surely meet me on the weekend).By this time I am mentally drained,physically exhausted and short of cigarettes.(Damn,I am late by one and a half hour)Top it up with spit drops all over my face.You have to carry a wiper with you because our man has the capability of spiting hundred droplets of saliva per minute(Talk about talking it out in your face).I am late and I am ready for my Boss's firing.I am hungry,angry and really don't know what to do.Just' my luck.I will pray to god that I don't bump into him again.But,I am sure I will meet him again when I am least expecting him.Talk about old friendship.I am sure no love is lost after today's trauma.
PS:This guy reminds me of someone.I am sure you have met someone like him too..feel free to post in our comments.
Thursday, May 31, 2007
Sleepy Thursday
Die Hard and two bottles port wine .Now I am dying.Yesterday watched Die Hard(Bruce Willis)1,2 &3.I really don't what compels me to do such things.Didn't sleep a bit.Thanks t a good Samaritan who got the bottles of wine.Now I am getting reminders every now and then not to sleep.I know it's difficult,very difficult.I am literally drooling on my desk. On top of it,the killer AC.Everyday I think of getting my jacket to work and everyday I convincingly 
forget.Lack of sleep,bad hangover and freezing A.C can be a deadly combination.I have another one and a half hour to kill,and it seems like eternity.
At the home front,civil war have subsided.It's not over though.Career decisions for my brother are shaping up well.My contributions to that-hmmm...Negligible.Didn't speak to some unimportant people yesterday.Again,getting bored of them.I hate people when they call you only when they need something.B-I-A-T-C-H !!!! Was having an intellectual(duhhh) discussion with a pal of mine yesterday.(By the way this pal of mine is too bloody slow in life...now you know whom I am talking about). We were wondering how some people when they are having a ball completely forget to inform us .The same people will call you up when they have nothing to do ,no one else to speak.
Had a tough time at home yesterday with my gas-burner yesterday.It took more than thirty mins to make scrambled eggs.The life of the burner was pretty short this time.The soaked
beans which I was planing to cook remains in the freezer till today.Dinner was terrible yesterday.Same old "dabbas" !!!! The tiffin-delivery guy is really strange.He can never understand what I tell him. I tell him not to get food,he will get it.He does the complete opposite of what you tell him.Probably that is the reason he is the tiffin-delivery guy.He can really try my patience.Was wondering if I need to tell you all about this self proclaimed shopaholic(there are lots of other terms to describing him...like irritating,talkative,blabbering) of my office.Of course I love that guy(pun intended).Probably tomorrow.Just' got a hour to kill now.Hopefully will go for some SHOPPING(??!!) 
today.Have to travel one ho t get back home.That's the part I hate the most.
Just' going to wrap up one hell of a boring ,sleepy day!!!
forget.Lack of sleep,bad hangover and freezing A.C can be a deadly combination.I have another one and a half hour to kill,and it seems like eternity.At the home front,civil war have subsided.It's not over though.Career decisions for my brother are shaping up well.My contributions to that-hmmm...Negligible.Didn't speak to some unimportant people yesterday.Again,getting bored of them.I hate people when they call you only when they need something.B-I-A-T-C-H !!!! Was having an intellectual(duhhh) discussion with a pal of mine yesterday.(By the way this pal of mine is too bloody slow in life...now you know whom I am talking about). We were wondering how some people when they are having a ball completely forget to inform us .The same people will call you up when they have nothing to do ,no one else to speak.
Had a tough time at home yesterday with my gas-burner yesterday.It took more than thirty mins to make scrambled eggs.The life of the burner was pretty short this time.The soaked
beans which I was planing to cook remains in the freezer till today.Dinner was terrible yesterday.Same old "dabbas" !!!! The tiffin-delivery guy is really strange.He can never understand what I tell him. I tell him not to get food,he will get it.He does the complete opposite of what you tell him.Probably that is the reason he is the tiffin-delivery guy.He can really try my patience.Was wondering if I need to tell you all about this self proclaimed shopaholic(there are lots of other terms to describing him...like irritating,talkative,blabbering) of my office.Of course I love that guy(pun intended).Probably tomorrow.Just' got a hour to kill now.Hopefully will go for some SHOPPING(??!!) 
today.Have to travel one ho t get back home.That's the part I hate the most.Just' going to wrap up one hell of a boring ,sleepy day!!!
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Wednesday Blues(Contd.)
Somehow,after having lunch(which was quite terrible but HAVEable) and walking in the sun for ten mins,I felt better.Spoke to an old friend and he made me listen to "Knocking on heaven's door".I still have two and a half hours to kill.Though I don't feel cold(the AC is still running at the security guard's mercy),I am still bored.Now,I am really angry with the security guard/watchman.He said that he can't switch off the AC.Wonder what made him say in the first place that he can reduce it or switch it off.I doze off at my cubicle. No work.Only sleep.I saw this terrible dream.I was having some argument with my folks back home.I really can't recollect what it was.I had the same dream yesterday.I know it definitely is not a good sign.But I really can't help it.I am sure it is going to be one of those Civil-Wars.I just have ten minutes t wrap up,My manager has come and I really don't feel like surfing the net or singing any songs(I am sure he will kill me if he sees it).Another boring (& cold) day.Wonder whats in store when I reach home.Feel like singing "Knocking on heaven's door"
Mama, take this badge off of me
I can't use it anymore.
It's gettin' dark, too dark for me to see
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Mama, put my guns in the ground
I can't shoot them anymore.
That long black cloud is comin' down
I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door
Bob Dylan is great !!!!
PS:By the way I had a nice evening with this cute thing(my sis).God I never can get tired of her talks...and oh she cooks so well.I am getting too used to her and really feel that I am fortunate enough..
Wednesday Blues !!
Really getting bored with work,with people around me, with everything!!I I generally go through these phases at least once in a month.This happens generally at the end of the month,when the patience runs out.(Now I don't want anyone to think that I get monthly...you know what...it's genetically not possible!!! )Waiting for the salary (I call it PSS:Pre-Salary-Syndrom ) and also dying to meet this adorable cute thing.Probably I like her ,but I think there is more Lust to it than Love.I know I am talking nonsense but there is 
nothing new to it.
Sitting in the office ,surfing net for nine hours at a stretch is taking it's toll and I am not loving it.Seems funny,but everyone has a fixation with FREE & SEX.I mean jus' because net access is FREE, I am there on it ...perpetually every moment.However,I can't get access to SEX.In case you are wondering if I get access to have sex in my office, I mean getting access to porn.Honestly speaking I don't like it either. We all are so obsessd with Free/Sex.I am getting bored out of my head in my office.I keep on contradicting myself every day.But really need to change the job.Need some real action in life. Probably switch over to something which I like doing.
I feel like hanging someone upside down and putting lots of honey all over her body.A
ctually not honey.Honey is expensive. I will stick with sugar,probably sugar-syrup. After that I will probably put some ants all over her body.This is something I can only dream of.Wish my dreams come true.But I seriously feel like doing this to someone.A couple of my friends are aware of this person.I feel like writing her name but I am scared of a confrontation.Due to obvious reasons,some of you might be thinking that I might be in love with this woman.I am so sure that I am not.This wretched woman has kept me hanging for something for whole two months(no pun intended).I wish I was she rots in hell.
Office is really getting on my nerves.I am feeling very cold. This is the third time that I have told the watchman to reduce the damn AC. Alas!!! Seems, he doesn't understand English nor Hindi.Probably that idiot understands only Greek.Feel like going and strangling him.I really don't know why I am talking so much about violence.Probably the only reason he is a watchman is because he has such a terrible IQ.Oh My God !!! I shouldn't be talking like that.It's so damn rude.Then again,I really can't help it.Planning to go and have lunce.I am too lazy too get up from chair.I am also sure the food wouldn't be great.****(will write more after lunch..to be contd.)
nothing new to it.Sitting in the office ,surfing net for nine hours at a stretch is taking it's toll and I am not loving it.Seems funny,but everyone has a fixation with FREE & SEX.I mean jus' because net access is FREE, I am there on it ...perpetually every moment.However,I can't get access to SEX.In case you are wondering if I get access to have sex in my office, I mean getting access to porn.Honestly speaking I don't like it either. We all are so obsessd with Free/Sex.I am getting bored out of my head in my office.I keep on contradicting myself every day.But really need to change the job.Need some real action in life. Probably switch over to something which I like doing.
I feel like hanging someone upside down and putting lots of honey all over her body.A
ctually not honey.Honey is expensive. I will stick with sugar,probably sugar-syrup. After that I will probably put some ants all over her body.This is something I can only dream of.Wish my dreams come true.But I seriously feel like doing this to someone.A couple of my friends are aware of this person.I feel like writing her name but I am scared of a confrontation.Due to obvious reasons,some of you might be thinking that I might be in love with this woman.I am so sure that I am not.This wretched woman has kept me hanging for something for whole two months(no pun intended).I wish I was she rots in hell.Office is really getting on my nerves.I am feeling very cold. This is the third time that I have told the watchman to reduce the damn AC. Alas!!! Seems, he doesn't understand English nor Hindi.Probably that idiot understands only Greek.Feel like going and strangling him.I really don't know why I am talking so much about violence.Probably the only reason he is a watchman is because he has such a terrible IQ.Oh My God !!! I shouldn't be talking like that.It's so damn rude.Then again,I really can't help it.Planning to go and have lunce.I am too lazy too get up from chair.I am also sure the food wouldn't be great.****(will write more after lunch..to be contd.)
Tuesday, May 29, 2007
Tuesday Wishes
I am one lethargic pig who doesn't like to work in normal scenarios.At least the work I am doing now. Getting up at odd hours(ou of 24hrs 23 hrs are odd hrs...n i m still searching for the hour which is not odd) ,travelling in those packed local trains is not my cup of tea.I don't know what has really happened to me !! These days I am sleeping for twelve hours at a stretch ,pee from my window(I am too lazy to walk to 
my bathroom) and feel lazy to even open the box of food which my tiffin guy drops near my door early in the morning.I feel lazy to wash my clothes,clean my room.Result of this : my room has become a holy mess and I stink like hell( I have no clue if Hell really stinks).I am probably exaggerating !! But then I have actually become terribly lazy in life.After getting up in the morning, the whole idea of taking a local train all the way to office is terribly terrifying.The people ,the sweat!!! I do consider myself to be lucky at times as my 5'11" height helps me to maintain that distance from those sweating-dripping-stinking armpits.But then my feather -weight (58 kilos as on 25/05/07) makes me go with the flow.So by end of the tiring journey I am smelling of sweat-deo-dust smell..I can't really recollect the term I had actually thought about this peculiar smell.My clothes go for a toss and you really can't say that I had ironed my clothes just an hour back.Once I reach office I am like the scared rat who might get attacked by the prowling cat.Over here the cat is my manager (I can't get over him) who might shout at me for my shabby-dirty-dripping clothes.Once I sit on my cubicle ,some divine powers take over me and make me so sleepy that I start drooling.Maybe some evil powers have possessed me.They are making me sleepy,hate my job and write this piece of nonsense.Don't think that I am kidding.
my bathroom) and feel lazy to even open the box of food which my tiffin guy drops near my door early in the morning.I feel lazy to wash my clothes,clean my room.Result of this : my room has become a holy mess and I stink like hell( I have no clue if Hell really stinks).I am probably exaggerating !! But then I have actually become terribly lazy in life.After getting up in the morning, the whole idea of taking a local train all the way to office is terribly terrifying.The people ,the sweat!!! I do consider myself to be lucky at times as my 5'11" height helps me to maintain that distance from those sweating-dripping-stinking armpits.But then my feather -weight (58 kilos as on 25/05/07) makes me go with the flow.So by end of the tiring journey I am smelling of sweat-deo-dust smell..I can't really recollect the term I had actually thought about this peculiar smell.My clothes go for a toss and you really can't say that I had ironed my clothes just an hour back.Once I reach office I am like the scared rat who might get attacked by the prowling cat.Over here the cat is my manager (I can't get over him) who might shout at me for my shabby-dirty-dripping clothes.Once I sit on my cubicle ,some divine powers take over me and make me so sleepy that I start drooling.Maybe some evil powers have possessed me.They are making me sleepy,hate my job and write this piece of nonsense.Don't think that I am kidding. However ,today is a special day.Someone came and cleaned my room.All my clothes have gone to the laundry.There is hardly anyone at my office today 
(I really can't figure out why). I have a peace of mind.Far away from my cramped messy room;crowded sweating trains and noisy finicky bosses!!! I got to sleep here as well. May my soul always have such peace within.May there is no work in office everyday.May I get to sleep in my office everyday.May there is always someone to clean my room ,wash my clothes & cook my food daily.May all these wishes come true.
Amen !!!
(I really can't figure out why). I have a peace of mind.Far away from my cramped messy room;crowded sweating trains and noisy finicky bosses!!! I got to sleep here as well. May my soul always have such peace within.May there is no work in office everyday.May I get to sleep in my office everyday.May there is always someone to clean my room ,wash my clothes & cook my food daily.May all these wishes come true.Amen !!!
Monday, May 28, 2007
Having a tough time managing the MANAGERS !!!
I meet so many people day in and day out who would go to any extent to climb the corporate ladder.Now I actually don't know what actually a corporate ladder means ,but then I presume it means climbing up the hierarchy levels in a company.That means from a simple worker ,you become a manager someday.And that someday is not very far.
I know this friend of mine.Again I won't name who she is.I just hate her.Not that I hate her in a hate -hate way but I simply hate her guts.She joined this company a year back.Now she is assistant manager in the company.Not that I am bitching about her,but I wouldn't go to an extent of teaching my boss's kids chemistry after my work.
Ditto with some of m colleagues at work my previous company.They will go to any extent of sucking up to my boss.Only reason I am not telling anything about my latest company is because lots of my colleagues read this blog. I am not out here to wash dirty linen in public.But it really kills me(phrase inspired by Holden Caulfield,Catcher in the Rye fame) to see these people going ahead and helping these terrible managers(who can't man themselves) with everything to anything.These poor sobs would go ahead with anything and one day you will see them going and cooking dinner for their managers.
Not that I was never blessed with cool managers,but the whole concept of working five days with them...rather say under them and then going with your office group & the manager is not my idea of partying on the weekends.I mean how can you look at the same people for five days and then again for next two days?!! It makes my mind go wild !!! I was pulled down so many times just because I didn't turn up for my team outings.Hell they hate it !!! But I really can't help it.
But lets get back to the main point.These managers are always looking for someone who will be their beast of burden.What a time consuming job and I am sure they don't love it.Secondly they come across people like me who make their life miserable.I don't mind telling them on their face that I hate their ideas
of having fun.How can you even think of going out for lunch on weekends when you manage to get up by five o' clock in the evening.I don't know why I have even written this page. Probably just to vent out my frustrations about these people.I mean make us work, make us slog it out,but don't make me live my life your way.Don't tell me to shave everyday.I still have those rashes.Don't tell me that I am perfectly well when I down with fever of 102 degrees.I can get you documents from ten different doctors of town and you can't even prove them that those are fake.Don't tell me that my formal shirt is not formal.I will be your donkey for five days a week but dare you come and spoil my weekends.And I hate those people who come and sing gaga about your bosses.You be in your place.Let your manager be in his place.You try taking his place someday(I am sure @ this rate you will) but don't ever tell me to come and join you in your "Pursuit of Managerial Post".
of having fun.How can you even think of going out for lunch on weekends when you manage to get up by five o' clock in the evening.I don't know why I have even written this page. Probably just to vent out my frustrations about these people.I mean make us work, make us slog it out,but don't make me live my life your way.Don't tell me to shave everyday.I still have those rashes.Don't tell me that I am perfectly well when I down with fever of 102 degrees.I can get you documents from ten different doctors of town and you can't even prove them that those are fake.Don't tell me that my formal shirt is not formal.I will be your donkey for five days a week but dare you come and spoil my weekends.And I hate those people who come and sing gaga about your bosses.You be in your place.Let your manager be in his place.You try taking his place someday(I am sure @ this rate you will) but don't ever tell me to come and join you in your "Pursuit of Managerial Post".
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Sunday, May 27, 2007
Lies ,Lies and Some More Lies
I really appreciate the concept of truth & honesty ,but really couldn't follow the principles of truth and honesty.Not that I disregard honest views and opinions but somehow I just couldn't follow what was taught to me "Honesty is the best Policy".I would say,I have always done something exactly opposite.Idon't believe in being politically correct,but then I am not those types who loves getting married to controversies.So , if you feel offended then I am really sorry about it.But I really can't help it .To tell you honestly(Now I am not saying that I always lie),I had my fair share of EXPERIENCES WITH LIES !
Lies ,lies and some more lies.I watched this movie the other day."School for Scoundrels"(Billy Bob Thornton, Jon Heder).Amazing movie and it did show the value of Lies ,lies and more lies.You watch it to know more about it.I am not saying that it is a healthy practice.What? Art of lying ! What I have learnt from all my previous disasters (lyin' experiences) that your lies should be fool -proof and never opt for the sayin"one lie makes way for another".Its either one big lie or Don't lie at all.I don't really know why am I writing this page on lies.Well ,actually I am frustrated.Very frustrated.Because For a change I thought of being honest with myself and OTHERS.But then,I started seeing the true colours of TRUTH.Everyone around me are building castle full of lies.
Lies ,lies and some more lies.I watched this movie the other day."School for Scoundrels"(Billy Bob Thornton, Jon Heder).Amazing movie and it did show the value of Lies ,lies and more lies.You watch it to know more about it.I am not saying that it is a healthy practice.What? Art of lying ! What I have learnt from all my previous disasters (lyin' experiences) that your lies should be fool -proof and never opt for the sayin"one lie makes way for another".Its either one big lie or Don't lie at all.I don't really know why am I writing this page on lies.Well ,actually I am frustrated.Very frustrated.Because For a change I thought of being honest with myself and OTHERS.But then,I started seeing the true colours of TRUTH.Everyone around me are building castle full of lies.
The other day I wrote about the story of Miss A,B,C&D.Well ,all of them are lying to some extent.Most of the people around me are lying to me about something or the other.Some are just lying to make me happy.There is this girl I know.She lies about everything.I mean everything.Not that I don't know about her ,but then she lies to me about every single thing.You ask her if she had dinner.Even if she had food meant for ten guys ,she will say she didn't have.The other day,she took something valuables(Now don't think it's gold or diamonds..but I just won't tell you) from me.Now don't get wrong ideas.I couldn't figure out any other word .So i used VALUABLES.Not that she just took it ,but she promised to return me that thing in a day or two(valuables of course).Till today I am waiting.I am not going to tell you what she took and how she took it.But just presume that she took it from me by setting me up in her ring of lies.Only reason ,I am not writing who she is and what she took is because tomorrow she might be reading this page and then I have to LIE to her about several references.I mean why to lie if it's not necessary.Why do you make it so obvious when you are lying? It surprises me beyond my imagination.
One of my friend is lying to me of late that he will return me my cds soon.I know he lost them and I won't see the face of those CDs again.One creature has taken a VCD from me almost a year ago."Good Will Hunting".Every time I call her ,she lies to me saying that she will be meeting me in a week's time and return me that VCD.One of my friend (he is in US now!!) is lying to me that he will call me over the weekend....many weekends have passed by since then. Then the other day my Paan-Waala told me that I owe him 120 bucks for all those filthy dirty smokes(I AM LYING) I bought from him.Well...I owed him jus' 110 bucks.Even he is lying.Yesterday I told the old man who stays in our PG (we call him MAMA) to buy me two bottles of Kingfisher.Now our smart Alec went ahead and bought two bottles of Royal Challenge and pocketed twenty bucks.Not that I didn't tip him.I did.Then also that ungrateful soul lied to me about the prices.The maidservant lies to me every morning about cleaning the toilets.Those toilets stink.She says that she cleans it every day(I bet she must not be cleaning her hands everyday) ,but she does it once in two or three days(provided people in my pg keeps it clean).People back home lie to about their well-being.They will call me up and say that they are fine when half the city is suffering from viral-fever.The girl next door lies to me about her schedule.She says that she works twelve hours a day ,seven days a week.Actually she thinks I might ask her out for Dinner and make her pay for it(Actually I don't mind doing it ,but never do it ....Now I am lying).The whole world is lying to me.When I am trying to reform myself and take the other path(ie by not lying),I am getting brick bats from everyone.
So I have just decided to be honest with my suffering soul and take the real path.I will NOT STOP LYING.I mean my lies will be plain and simple which won't be detected.It won't harm you people anyway but you won't be able to catch them.So I will just lie to you at the right time and at the right place.Lies,lies and some more lies !!!!
PS: I was not lying all this while.Some people are actually lying to me a lot and it's bothering the hell out of me !!!
Also:Hey I forgot to tell you.I came to office after shaving my non-existent beard !!! Remember,my manager (Check out the last post).Well I have got rashes all over my face and I so badly want to show it to him.It happens when you try to shave non-existent hair. I just wanted him to know that " I WAS NOT LYING"
So I have just decided to be honest with my suffering soul and take the real path.I will NOT STOP LYING.I mean my lies will be plain and simple which won't be detected.It won't harm you people anyway but you won't be able to catch them.So I will just lie to you at the right time and at the right place.Lies,lies and some more lies !!!!
PS: I was not lying all this while.Some people are actually lying to me a lot and it's bothering the hell out of me !!!
Also:Hey I forgot to tell you.I came to office after shaving my non-existent beard !!! Remember,my manager (Check out the last post).Well I have got rashes all over my face and I so badly want to show it to him.It happens when you try to shave non-existent hair. I just wanted him to know that " I WAS NOT LYING"
Friday, May 25, 2007
"No matter how nice you are ,some people are PLAIN ARSE-HOLES !!" The story of Miss A,Miss B ,Miss C & Miss D
I really don't know how the line in Spiderman ,the movie goes.I mean the one"No matter how hard I try....",but there is one line which convincingly suits me these days."No matter how nice you are ,some people are PLAIN ARSE-HOLES !!"
No matter how nice I am to them,some people make a complete mockery of it.The day was so terrible.Another busy day with lots of people bitching.Started off with this lost soul telling another confused soul that I have been bitching about her friend who is an equally confused soul.Sounds confusing.Well actually Miss A has gone ahead and told Miss B(i really adore Miss B) that I have bitched about Miss C (who is friends with Miss A & Miss B) to Miss D.Now I hardly know Miss D ,but I am really good friends with Miss A & Miss B.Also as a matter of fact I know Miss C considerably well.However Miss D is practiaclly a stranger to me.Sounds confusing,well it is ...even to me.Now I am really not bothered about the feelings of Miss C & Miss D.However It surprises me to no limits that Miss A being such a close pal of mine,can talk like that.she is a complete arse-hole.Seems to me that she is not enjoying the close proximity of Miss B and me.But then,what also surprises me is the complete distrust and ignorance of Miss B.I mean women are confusing ,but it is all the more a bigger pain if they don't have any grey cells.Now what happened was a complete chaos.MissB was furious with me as it seems I have been telling stories about Miss C to Miss D.On top of it, the fake smiles of Miss A and Miss C.Probably by now Miss A has told Miss C that I am busy circulating stories about her(Miss C).Sounds confusing.Even I am.Now Miss B has promised Miss A that she won't tell me what Miss A has spoken about me.But then,she broke the promise and told me about it. Now ,Miss B wants me to promise her that I wouldn't tell any of the things she has told me to Miss A ,Miss C and Miss D .Hell...i so badly want to ask Miss A about all the commotion she is creating .But my lips are sealed and yes...my hands are tied too....I don't really mind hitting a woman.
Now, you must be thinking that why am i so bothered just because some people are talking nonsense. Well.....I try not to get bothered.But,let me tell you something.I am so nice to these people ,it would be beyond your comprehension !!! Oooh...I am so nice !! I am not in a habit of appraisal,but then you have to see it to know how much I care about these people.It's plainly my frustrations coming out on these pages.I really want to get rid of these people ,but I can't.""No matter how nice you are ,some people are PLAIN ARSE-HOLES !!""
PS: Had an arguement with my manager as he said that I didn't shave.Well I didn't...but who cares.I wonder if he did it himself !!! And also he said the "TOMMY HILFIGER" shirt I was wearing was not a formal attire.Well,actually it wasn't.But did he notice the kind of shoes he was wearing? Well they were dirty.And my shirt was semi-formal for your kind information.I hate to admit it.But then,I don't like people saying something bad about my clothes....I jus' hate it !!!
No matter how nice I am to them,some people make a complete mockery of it.The day was so terrible.Another busy day with lots of people bitching.Started off with this lost soul telling another confused soul that I have been bitching about her friend who is an equally confused soul.Sounds confusing.Well actually Miss A has gone ahead and told Miss B(i really adore Miss B) that I have bitched about Miss C (who is friends with Miss A & Miss B) to Miss D.Now I hardly know Miss D ,but I am really good friends with Miss A & Miss B.Also as a matter of fact I know Miss C considerably well.However Miss D is practiaclly a stranger to me.Sounds confusing,well it is ...even to me.Now I am really not bothered about the feelings of Miss C & Miss D.However It surprises me to no limits that Miss A being such a close pal of mine,can talk like that.she is a complete arse-hole.Seems to me that she is not enjoying the close proximity of Miss B and me.But then,what also surprises me is the complete distrust and ignorance of Miss B.I mean women are confusing ,but it is all the more a bigger pain if they don't have any grey cells.Now what happened was a complete chaos.MissB was furious with me as it seems I have been telling stories about Miss C to Miss D.On top of it, the fake smiles of Miss A and Miss C.Probably by now Miss A has told Miss C that I am busy circulating stories about her(Miss C).Sounds confusing.Even I am.Now Miss B has promised Miss A that she won't tell me what Miss A has spoken about me.But then,she broke the promise and told me about it. Now ,Miss B wants me to promise her that I wouldn't tell any of the things she has told me to Miss A ,Miss C and Miss D .Hell...i so badly want to ask Miss A about all the commotion she is creating .But my lips are sealed and yes...my hands are tied too....I don't really mind hitting a woman.
Now, you must be thinking that why am i so bothered just because some people are talking nonsense. Well.....I try not to get bothered.But,let me tell you something.I am so nice to these people ,it would be beyond your comprehension !!! Oooh...I am so nice !! I am not in a habit of appraisal,but then you have to see it to know how much I care about these people.It's plainly my frustrations coming out on these pages.I really want to get rid of these people ,but I can't.""No matter how nice you are ,some people are PLAIN ARSE-HOLES !!""
PS: Had an arguement with my manager as he said that I didn't shave.Well I didn't...but who cares.I wonder if he did it himself !!! And also he said the "TOMMY HILFIGER" shirt I was wearing was not a formal attire.Well,actually it wasn't.But did he notice the kind of shoes he was wearing? Well they were dirty.And my shirt was semi-formal for your kind information.I hate to admit it.But then,I don't like people saying something bad about my clothes....I jus' hate it !!!
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
My " Ego " Hell I hate it !!
So many things ,so many memeories came to hunt me yesterday after I spoke to one of my oldest mates.One of your biggest enemy is the self within.Male Ego can be a very dangerous thing and this is taking it's toll on so many things.After speaking to him realisd that sometimes you can just go wrong and .Over the years I have just realised that at times you should just ignore that male-ego or probably put it in your pocket and play pocket-billiards with it.Things just don't work out the way you want it to be.After speaking to him I felt that I was wrong in many different ways and also how things could have been better.How I could have buried the past rather than walking hand-in-hand with it.However bygones are bygones and I just can't sit and crib about it.Long live AEROSMITH as they were the ones which got the conversation happening again.However,it's a pity I wouldn't be going for it.Bombay and it's entertainment taxes.It just wouldn't let the concerts happen.But what the hell...atleast I got to speak to someone I really longed to speak from a long long time.And also over the years I have realised that you shouldn't get a woman introduced to your friends...Probably it's just my insecurity speaking ,but then again it does get differences.Whatever happened can't be undone.Just that I can look forward for a happy re-union and some non-stop "Bitchin' Sessions"
Saturday, May 19, 2007
www.i-am-so-SICK.com
I am going nowhere with my phone and the same old insecurities have cropped up again.Maybe I will manage to write something tomorrow but at least not sure about it today.Couldn't go to work again for two day(not again!!!).People are sick and tired of my attendance and in a way it's pretty terrible.It reminds me of that little story.The Wolf Story.I cried too many times "wolf,Wolf".Everyone believed me.But now when the real wolf comes no-one comes to your rescue.Ever since I called that spirit I have been falling sick like no-one's business.Fever,cold,headache,vomitting...name it and I have it.God knows when the term"HEALTHY"will be applicable to me.Also it's been quite some time...well..quite some years I am planning to go to the Gym.Wonder ,if I will ever see the face of it.One fine day I will go to the gym and work-out. I swear.I promise to myself.Apart from that nothing much to write.Not having enough money and money rolled on the market are not coming back.I don't want to sound like a big stock broker or something but then,I was supposed to get money from some places.Can't just sit and crib about it as I don't want to sound like a BANIYA.These days have been going very smoothly in terms of EXTRACURRICULAR ACTIVITIES.Probably people are getting lesser opportunities to get on my nerve.I am really looking for a change of job.I want to do something which i would love to do.Probably,it's about time I look for a career change.But things are easier said than done !!!
Sunday, May 13, 2007
Is It the beginning?
Maybe the previous post was not too nerve wrecking and I hope it wasn't that boring also .Thoughts...well they are a strange thing.I mean ,when you want them to come they won't show their face.When you don't have time ...you are flooded with them.Hopefully there will be some interesting posts about my cool phone soon.New as well as the old one.Watch out for "
"adventures of my phone"
I feel like writing some nonsense again,but I really don't have the patience to sit in this Dingy Cybercafe.
"adventures of my phone"
I feel like writing some nonsense again,but I really don't have the patience to sit in this Dingy Cybercafe.
Adventures Of My Reliance Phone
Guess what I have got a new phone.I mean managed to get one after waiting almost ten days for my salary.My new phone is wonderful.I can send messages and I am actually getting incoming calls as well.I mean, not making calls is perfectly cool with me.But not getting calls!!! Hell....I will get brickbats from everyone.Guess what,I got it for 777 bucks,mind you seven hundred seventy seven bucks !!!Lets start with it's name.But I have already stated off with it's price.But then,we start categorization of everything with price.Minus those politically correct people ,all of us start off with the price.Isn't It?Maybe those techie geeks or the silver soon fed will disagree with me.All of us start off with the bloody price.That's the only reason why I still haven't managed to buy those cool Tommy Hilfiger underwear.I am not saying this because I still wear Rupa.Of course let me make my stand clear that I have quite a few Jockeys.That's because on my birthday I got a few Jockey and CKs as gift(Thats because I hate spending for underwear).But then I think compared to Jockey,Hilfigers are much expensive and I think the sales girls of Hilfiger showroom in Colaba give me those looks(Pun Intended !!!).But then probably they like me or they feel that I am too poor to afford it.But then I can bet on the fact that they also mustn't be wearing Hilfiger underwears.Also they always come and ask me if they can help me.I mean they surely can in lots of ways.Probably they can sponsor my underwear...Hilfiger Underwear !!! And when you finally like something you don't get the sizes.Wel...I am just kidding !! I particularly select some design which don't have sizes.That's because I bloody can't afford it.But as they say "Try and try till you succeed " they manage to find the size.But then you can't check if the underwear really fits you well in the trial-room.So you really can't take the risk of spending such a price for the underwear.(I am sure some of you can afford it).So I ask them for a different colour pattern.These girls should be hailed.They manage to find those as well.So you have the colour patterns and the sizes.But if those sales girls are smart then I am smarter !!! Now I can't ask the for undies with laces.But sometimes ideas strike from nowhere.I manage to put up a irritated face and tell them to find me something with denim buttons.Now they give up!! The look in their face is worth a catch.I am sure they will kill me if given a chance !! Still I manage to go there,every now and then.Probably by now they give me ONLY disgusted looks.So till now I haven't managed to buy those Hilfiger underwares because they are BLOODY expensive !!! 
Now,where was I ? Talk about association of thoughts.From a Phone to an Underwear.I am sure by now you must have figured out why I have bought his phone.Not because I really liked it and couldn't keep my hands off it.But then,it's not that bad either.It's blue in colour.This colour blue is really going to kill me someday.I mean this blue.Blues ,blues,blues.I have started hating this colour off late.I was beaten up badly by this girl other day.The portion below my eye actually turned blue.Somebody SMSed me then"Heard you were beaten black and blue".The clothes,I mean the shirts, Jeans, socks, sweaters, underwears(my obsessed with them)are all blue.I picked up this real cool BLUE floaters from DAKS.One my friend went to buy some shoes.I convinced him to buy a pair of sandals for me.Again Blue.I was sick.The reason,I called a holy spirit(not kidding!!!) who could predict future.Aftereffects: fever (I will tell about it later)!! Ad the medicines: they were bue again !!! The book I a reading ,it's colour is blue !!! OK,so the phone,my blue phone.But somehow I am missing my old phone.It was not an expensive phone(1500 bucks to be precise).But the torture it went through I am sure no other phone can take it.It used to fall million of times.Top it up with litres of sweat,water(bathroom,etc),tea,alcohol !! Forget that...Once a very close friend of mine dropped it from the terrace and my phone(old one) was without it's battery for two long days.Finally my battery gave up to my frantic search.It was lying near a dustbin.But it was in the perfect working condition.It did manage to stick with its better half and the phone started working again.Thank God !! Where was I ? OK! the abuses my phone(old one) went through.Luckily I never dropped it in the Pot-hole.I mean it.At least you don't let your phone to go through shit.Though i dropped it several times in my bumpy bathroom,it never managed to reach THE RING.On top of it something had happened to the charger as well.I could never figure it out.I mean the concept f charging the phone.At times I used to charge the phone for twelve hours at a stretch .Still it would never charge to the full.I remember when I had bought the phone,it used to get charged fully within an hour or two.Slowly that became two or three.So finally I decided that I will charge it the whole night through.You must have heard the song by Queen" Too much love will kill you".Same thing happened with the battery.Too much of charge killed it. It(I mean the battery)could never understand the love and affection.That's what happens when you love somebody a lot.It ends in a heartache.Coming back to the love triangle of the battery,phone minus the battery and myself.Ya...the battery would never charge up.But it used to work properly in my friend's phone.So times came when I used to charge my battery in my friend's phone using his charge.As I already told you 'the battery' ,'the phone' & the new entrant to this love story and myself were not so happy with each other.So began the whole process of calling my friend to my house or going to his place and charging my battery in his phone.Gradually I started using his battery in my phone.But the same old story.My phone(the old phone,just in case you are confused) could never find a soul mate in any battery.
I do see that I have drifted considerably from the colour Blue to my Old phone.But then again I just can't ignore my old phone.I just can't.It had through my thick and thins. Will post more about my old phone later.Do keep your eyes ope about these hot topics:
Now,where was I ? Talk about association of thoughts.From a Phone to an Underwear.I am sure by now you must have figured out why I have bought his phone.Not because I really liked it and couldn't keep my hands off it.But then,it's not that bad either.It's blue in colour.This colour blue is really going to kill me someday.I mean this blue.Blues ,blues,blues.I have started hating this colour off late.I was beaten up badly by this girl other day.The portion below my eye actually turned blue.Somebody SMSed me then"Heard you were beaten black and blue".The clothes,I mean the shirts, Jeans, socks, sweaters, underwears(my obsessed with them)are all blue.I picked up this real cool BLUE floaters from DAKS.One my friend went to buy some shoes.I convinced him to buy a pair of sandals for me.Again Blue.I was sick.The reason,I called a holy spirit(not kidding!!!) who could predict future.Aftereffects: fever (I will tell about it later)!! Ad the medicines: they were bue again !!! The book I a reading ,it's colour is blue !!! OK,so the phone,my blue phone.But somehow I am missing my old phone.It was not an expensive phone(1500 bucks to be precise).But the torture it went through I am sure no other phone can take it.It used to fall million of times.Top it up with litres of sweat,water(bathroom,etc),tea,alcohol !! Forget that...Once a very close friend of mine dropped it from the terrace and my phone(old one) was without it's battery for two long days.Finally my battery gave up to my frantic search.It was lying near a dustbin.But it was in the perfect working condition.It did manage to stick with its better half and the phone started working again.Thank God !! Where was I ? OK! the abuses my phone(old one) went through.Luckily I never dropped it in the Pot-hole.I mean it.At least you don't let your phone to go through shit.Though i dropped it several times in my bumpy bathroom,it never managed to reach THE RING.On top of it something had happened to the charger as well.I could never figure it out.I mean the concept f charging the phone.At times I used to charge the phone for twelve hours at a stretch .Still it would never charge to the full.I remember when I had bought the phone,it used to get charged fully within an hour or two.Slowly that became two or three.So finally I decided that I will charge it the whole night through.You must have heard the song by Queen" Too much love will kill you".Same thing happened with the battery.Too much of charge killed it. It(I mean the battery)could never understand the love and affection.That's what happens when you love somebody a lot.It ends in a heartache.Coming back to the love triangle of the battery,phone minus the battery and myself.Ya...the battery would never charge up.But it used to work properly in my friend's phone.So times came when I used to charge my battery in my friend's phone using his charge.As I already told you 'the battery' ,'the phone' & the new entrant to this love story and myself were not so happy with each other.So began the whole process of calling my friend to my house or going to his place and charging my battery in his phone.Gradually I started using his battery in my phone.But the same old story.My phone(the old phone,just in case you are confused) could never find a soul mate in any battery.
I do see that I have drifted considerably from the colour Blue to my Old phone.But then again I just can't ignore my old phone.I just can't.It had through my thick and thins. Will post more about my old phone later.Do keep your eyes ope about these hot topics:
1.What was the little "no network" secret of my old phone?
2.What happened to my friend's battery?
3.What made my friend angry (the phone of course)?
4.How I used my old phone to irritate hundreds of "not so happy now with me" people?
5.How cool my old phone in terms of language and vocabulary?
6.My jealous old phone !!
PS: Meet me or mail me..if you are really interested(well I am so sure you wouldn't)...I will let you know whats up with my phone......
Civil War
These days had been terribe.Scenes in my personal front are getting worse day by day.Lots of civil wars have cropped up from nowhere.Worst is the war within.Just got done with settling the issues with all the people and things are not looking rosy ahead.But I have given up venturing into these small not so small things in life,But let me contradict myself again!! These SMALL ISSUES(?????) have given me sleepless nights !! Hope things will be alright.But I really wonder why people can't mind their own business.If I see Mr.A's house is on fire, I won't even inform his neighbour Miss B that his Arse....oops House is on fire.As Holden Caulfield puts it across"It really kill me"Scenes were really bad. 
Accusations.Counter accusations.I was one hell of a mess.Was getting the BLUES(????!!!!).Couldn't even manage to read half of "Immortality".Now reading "Anything for you,Ma'am" by Tushar Raheja,an IITan.Seems like a nice one.But then lets finish it first.Hopefully by tomorrow.Things are finally looking good @ work.I mean the people.I won't say all of them.But some of them.Atleast our "Full Power" group.Atleast somewhere you get a peace of mind.As far as my PG is concerned ,if I stay there for long I will break my head into pieces.But lets not just keep on cribbing on the ugly aspects.Makes no sense.But even putting this in my space it seems like I am just trying to crib how pathetic my life is,but then there are lots whose days are worse then mine.
Accusations.Counter accusations.I was one hell of a mess.Was getting the BLUES(????!!!!).Couldn't even manage to read half of "Immortality".Now reading "Anything for you,Ma'am" by Tushar Raheja,an IITan.Seems like a nice one.But then lets finish it first.Hopefully by tomorrow.Things are finally looking good @ work.I mean the people.I won't say all of them.But some of them.Atleast our "Full Power" group.Atleast somewhere you get a peace of mind.As far as my PG is concerned ,if I stay there for long I will break my head into pieces.But lets not just keep on cribbing on the ugly aspects.Makes no sense.But even putting this in my space it seems like I am just trying to crib how pathetic my life is,but then there are lots whose days are worse then mine.
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